Saigo No Yami (English Version)

- "Mitsuki, a man with a dark past, is faced with secrets he never knew about himself. After a confrontation with Loyd Adams' minions and an encounter with a mysterious celestial figure, he will discover that his destiny is more intertwined than he imagined. The truth about his family, his origins, and his true purpose will begin to reveal itself." -

The city's neon lights played with puddles in the rain, creating distorted reflections on the empty streets. A man ran desperately down an alley, his hands shaking as he held tightly to a black key adorned with strange inscriptions. As he turned a corner, he tripped and fell face-first onto the ground, splashing dirty water that ended up staining the coat of a young man standing in front of him. Mitsuki looked down at her soaked and stained clothes. She sighed deeply before looking up at the man who was trying to get up. "Are you serious?" he muttered, shaking his coat uselessly. Then he added with a wry smile: "Damn old man, are you going to pay for my dry cleaning or do you want to keep crawling?" The man backed away, his face pale and his breathing labored. Mitsuki, on the other hand, advanced calmly, his purple eyes shining with an eerie glint. "Come on, let's not make this any more awkward," Mitsuki said, leaning slightly towards the man. "Give me that key and I promise not to ruin your evening any more than it already is." The man shook his head frantically, hiding the key behind his back as if it was the only thing keeping him alive. Mitsuki, exasperated, let his purple eyes flash, activating the spirals that hypnotized and paralyzed anyone who looked into them. "Speak," he ordered, his voice heavy with authority. "What are you doing running around with that, and who sent you?" "L-loy… Loyd Adams," the man stammered, his body frozen. "He sent me… to an oil rig out to sea… told me to hand over the key for an experiment." "What kind of experiment?" Mitsuki tilted his head, curious about his answer. "With a little girl," the man confessed, his voice shaking. "They said it's the key… that they need it…" Mitsuki was silent for a moment before reaching into his coat. He pulled out a crumpled piece of newspaper, which he unfolded in front of the man. On it was a picture of a little girl accompanied by the headline: "Girl disappears under strange circumstances." "You mean her?" Mitsuki asked, his eyes narrowing. The man gulped and nodded weakly. Mitsuki's purple energy disintegrated the newspaper from his hands. His expression changed, leaving any trace of humor behind. "So Loyd is still playing the king of hell," he said in a low tone. "And now he thinks he can use a little girl for his experiments. You're in very bad company, old man." The man, desperate, tried to change his strategy. "L-listen," he said quickly. "You don't have to get involved. If you let me go, I can talk to them. I can get you money, lots of money. And women! Anything you want, you can get it." Mitsuki raised an eyebrow and let out a dry laugh. "Dirty money? Women?" He repeated sarcastically before adding disdainfully, "First, I'm not starving enough to accept your stained bills. And second, I have a disgust for relationships. So spare me the cheap talk." The man was struck dumb, unable to respond. Mitsuki raised a hand, and a purple aura began to envelop it as the key slowly floated from the man's shaking hands into hers. "Tell me something," Mitsuki said as he stared at the key. "Did you really think that madman was going to protect you? Because spoiler: they won't even have time to use your body in your coffin." Before the man could respond, Mitsuki raised his energy-wrapped hand and pointed it at him. A purple flash lit up the alley, and the man's body began to disintegrate from head to toe, burning to ash in a matter of seconds. In the end, only a small remnant of his hand remained, which still held the key tightly. Mitsuki walked towards her, slowly bending down and gently taking the key, never taking his eyes off the piece of burnt flesh that had once been the man. "Very well, I won't forget your face," he muttered to himself before standing up and continuing on his way. He turned back to that hand shortly after he advanced.The oil rig stood alone in the dark sea, surrounded by fog and the constant noise of machinery. The flashing lights of the facility created ghostly shadows on the water, illuminating the cold metal structure that floated relentlessly in the ocean. At its center, a figure moved with an eerie calm, as if everything was under its absolute control. Loyd Adams, the mastermind behind all the chaos, walked confidently among the armed operatives. His appearance was monstrous, a mixture of humanity and something far more sinister. His greyish skin and vacant gaze left no doubt that he was someone who had crossed all boundaries of morality, a cold, calculating psychopath whose only pleasure seemed to be the mental torture of others. At his side, a captain of hitmen with a covered face and yellow eyes followed him without asking questions, ready to carry out the orders of his leader. The portable cell they were carrying was fixed on a metal cart, and inside it, the girl with pink and blue hair stared into the void with a lost look. Her eyes moved slowly, as if she was already accustomed to the idea of ​​being treated as an experiment. Loyd stopped in front of the cell and smiled strangely, his lips curling into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. The guy was a sick creature, impossible to fully understand. "See that face, little one?" he murmured, moving closer to the glass, staring at the girl with an almost sickly intensity. "You're special. You're going to be the center of everything. Whatever they do to you... you're going to do it for a good cause. Do you know what true importance is, sweetheart? Being instrumental in something great..." Loyd paused, letting the girl absorb his words. He didn't expect a response, of course, he didn't need one. To him, the only thing that mattered was control, fear, humiliation. "But don't worry," he continued, his tone sweet but sharp. "You'll be remembered. Everyone will remember you. And after all this sacrifice, I promise you... there will be a reward. At least on the other side." The hitman captain signaled for the cell to be moved into the lab, and Loyd didn't take his eyes off the girl for a second. As the cell began to be dragged into place, his eyes locked on her with the coldness of a predator stalking its prey. "Come on, sweetie, the best is yet to come," he said, almost whispering, as he walked slowly behind the cart, enjoying every second of the desperation he knew he was sowing in the girl. As he advanced, his face transformed into a mask of satisfaction, as if his own presence was the only thing that mattered, as if the others were nothing more than simple pawns in his macabre game. The hitmen around him, although afraid of him, did not dare to question his orders, they knew that in this hell of steel and concrete, Loyd Adams was the only king. The cell was placed inside the lab, a cold space where the walls were covered in screens and monitors. Loyd watched calmly as the girl was secured onto an operating table, not even a hint of compassion on his face. "Get everything ready," he ordered, as if he were directing a simple task. "We need this child to become the center of everything we're going to accomplish. And if we have to break her… well, that'll be fun." With a crooked smile, Loyd watched as his hitmen got to work, while he stood to the side, watching the suffering he was about to unleash. He knew there was no turning back. Not for him. Not for the girl. He goes out to smoke a cigarette with a view of the sea, showing the neon city of Tokyo in the background.Loyd Adams watched the horizon from the oil platform, impatiently. The sea roared violently, hitting the huge metal structures that kept it afloat. Despite the wind and the rain, he remained firm, his mind focused on the only objective that occupied him at that moment: obtaining the key. It was the only thing missing to carry out the final experiment with the girl. He was convinced that with her in his hands, the possibilities would be endless. His plan was clear: to drain the girl's energy until she was dead. They needed to do a full analysis of her, understand the source of her power, and then, if all went as expected, use that energy to strengthen their own. It didn't matter if the girl died in the process; her sacrifice would be the catalyst for something much bigger. While waiting for the key to arrive, Loyd headed back to the lab. The room was lit only by the cold lights of the equipment, where the scientists were concentrating on the last tests. On a metal table, the girl lay immobilized, her body weak but still full of that latent energy that everyone hoped to use. One of the scientists watched the girl carefully while another approached, making sure everything was ready for extraction. "Sir, we've noticed something strange about the girl," one of the specialists commented as he examined the screens. "What did you find?" Loyd asked, a slight smile on his face, still confident that everything was under control. "It's his stele," the scientist replied. "On his right shoulder, there is a peculiar mark, but upon closer examination, we realized that it is not an ordinary stele. It is as if the mark had an... internal structure." Loyd quickly approached the table, looking at the small mark on the girl's shoulder. It was a stele with an irregular shape, something that was not seen often. "Let's not waste time with details. Prepare her for the procedure." But the scientist persisted, pointing to the X-rays that showed more than met the eye. "When we took the X-rays, we found something inside the mark. It looks like a gem... a light blue one." The scientist hesitated for a moment, clearly aware of the importance of what he was saying. "It's a gem embedded in its wake. This stone is something out of the ordinary, probably very valuable." Loyd watched the X-rays with growing interest. The sky-blue gem glowed faintly, embedded in the girl's mark, something so unexpected that it made him frown. "How much is that worth?" he asked, his voice cold. "A fortune," the scientist replied, his gaze fixed on the image. "It's a rare material. If the extraction is successful, we could get a considerable sum for it." Loyd smirked, his expression taking on an even more sadistic tinge. Not only would the girl serve as a power source, but that gem could be the key to so much more. "Perfect. This just got a lot more interesting. Make sure everything is ready to proceed with the extraction. That gem… it's the cherry on the cake." With one last glance at the girl, Loyd gave the order to continue preparations for the experiment. Although his primary goal was still to drain the girl of her energy until she was dead, there was something else at stake now. If all went well, that sky-blue gem could be the key to his own enrichment. The oil rig vibrated ominously under the weight of something that could not be explained. The screams of the workers and the echoes of blows resonated through the metal corridors, mixing with the deafening sound of the waves hitting the structure. No one understood what was happening. Communication systems failed, and lights flickered erratically, plunging everything into an even more tense atmosphere. "What the hell is going on?" one of the scientists muttered as he stared at his monitor, where energy readings were spiking for no apparent reason. Uncertainty gripped everyone on the platform. Suddenly, a loud crash shook the metal walls. An impact that echoed throughout the entire structure. The entrance to the lab was destroyed in a single blow, an explosion of pure energy that bent the doors and threw them back like paper. The main light flickered and went out completely, plunging the place into darkness, save for the dim glow of the emergency lights. Amidst the darkness, a figure emerged, enveloped in a glowing purple energy. Mitsuki stood there, his oppressive presence filling the space. His face was calm, but his eyes reflected a clear intent of destruction. "They stooped so low as to use a 9-year-old girl for their own convenience?" Mitsuki said, his voice low and laden with contempt, as he walked slowly toward the center of the lab, where the scientists and hitmen were still trying to regroup. "Did you think you could do your experiments behind someone like me's back?" he muttered to himself, a cold smile on his face. "And even more so, do you think that little girl will be your salvation?" The atmosphere grew thicker with each step. Mitsuki was determined to lay waste to everything, not only to free the little girl, but to make those responsible pay for what they had done. Suddenly, a deep, calm voice was heard from the darkness: "Mitsuki Sorano..." Mitsuki stopped dead in his tracks, puzzled by the name he had heard. For a moment, he frowned, and then, with a slight smile, he replied, "Wow, who are you? A fan of my work? How strange, I've always wanted to meet someone who knew my name... Although, if I'm honest, what I find strange is that you know it." The figure of Loyd Adams appeared in the shadows, an imposing silhouette that radiated a palpable energy. Mitsuki observed him closely, sensing a presence that was unsettling. "Loyd Adams, right?" Mitsuki said, still not taking him too seriously. "And this is your big lab? What a disappointment, I wasn't expecting something so... grim." Loyd smiled, his expression cold and calculating. "Don't underestimate the stakes, Mitsuki. It's not just a matter of life or death here... It's something much bigger." Mitsuki raised an eyebrow. "That sounds like a villain's speech. Are you sure you don't have a black cloak hidden somewhere? If you don't tell me, I'll guess myself..." Mitsuki looked at the girl, who was there, trapped, her eyes open but empty of emotion. Something caught his attention: a mark on her shoulder, a trail that faintly glowed in sky-blue colors. "I didn't notice that before," Mitsuki muttered, slowly approaching. With his gaze fixed on the stele, he could notice something else: inside the mark was something strange. A small glint, a light blue gem embedded in it, emitting a peculiar glow. "Is that a gem?" Mitsuki said, not taking his eyes off it. "Interesting... it's not just the girl who's the experiment, is it?" Loyd stepped forward, his face serious and calculating. "That gem is more valuable than anything you can imagine. The girl... is the key, and that gem, if extracted correctly, will give us more power than any human could ever dream of." Mitsuki smiled slightly, showing an expression of curiosity and amusement. "I wouldn't be surprised. I've always had a taste for weird things. And that gem… it smells like money. What if I take it from you before you use it for your toy?"Loyd stared at him, without a hint of doubt. "If you dare, you'll be the next experiment." Mitsuki laughed, his purple energy beginning to flow around him. "An experiment? You've made me laugh, but you've also given me a good idea. Maybe I will, who knows? Though... I have to see how well you withstand pressure first." The oil rig was in chaos, metals creaking under the impacts. Mitsuki and Loyd stood face to face, the tension between them palpable. The girl, watching from a corner, couldn't help but be moved by what she saw. Mitsuki was the first to move, lunging forward with a twist of his body, throwing a punch straight at Loyd's face. The blow was brutal, but Loyd barely blocked it with his arm, retreating just a few steps. Loyd, with his imposing figure, tried to counter with a right hook, but Mitsuki dodged the blow and responded with a spinning kick to Loyd's side, sending him into a metal column. The girl screamed excitedly, jumping in place. "Mitsuki, you're amazing!" Mitsuki, still moving, raised an eyebrow and looked at the girl. "Stop it! I'm no superhero." His tone of voice couldn't hide the discomfort he felt at being seen that way by the girl. Still, his movements didn't slow down. Loyd roared in anger, raising a large metal bar that he had lifted off the ground. With impressive speed, he launched it towards Mitsuki. Unfazed, Mitsuki jumped to the side, using the rubble as momentum to continue attacking. In midair, Mitsuki took advantage of the proximity of the ground and rolled forward, spinning to strike Loyd in the jaw with a knee. The blow resounded, and Loyd staggered, but quickly recovered and tried to grab him by the neck, trying to squeeze with brute strength. "You're not as strong as you think!" Loyd shouted, squeezing as he tried to pin him down. But Mitsuki, unfazed, used his agility to free himself, grabbing Loyd's leg and spinning backwards. The big man fell backwards, the metallic sound of his impact reverberating across the platform. The girl watched, eyes shining with admiration. "He's so fast and strong!" Mitsuki, noticing the girl's gaze, let out a nervous laugh as she prepared for her next move. "Stop it with that! I'm not your damn hero, okay?" Despite her words, she continued forward, taking advantage of Loyd's fall to kick him in the side, sending him back into the metal walls. But in that instant, Loyd, furious, rose with a roar, launching himself towards Mitsuki with inhuman fury. Mitsuki dodged his attack, but didn't wait for the next one: a direct blow to the face. The impact was strong, but Mitsuki, with lightning speed, stepped back and, in one fluid movement, picked up a nearby piece of metal and launched it at Loyd. The debris crashed into his chest, skidding him backwards, just enough to leave him vulnerable. The girl screamed again, this time in a more excited tone: "I can't believe it, he's destroying it!" Mitsuki, a little embarrassed, threw in a quick comment again, "I'm not your fucking hero! I'm just here to do my job, got it?" The girl giggled, but her enthusiasm didn't diminish. Loyd, still not giving up, pulled out an energy gun from his jacket, aiming it at Mitsuki. But before he could fire, Mitsuki, with a perfect move, disarmed the captain, sending the gun flying through the air. Then, with a flurry of quick movements, he began to hit him again and again, his body moving with great dexterity. The final blow was a knee to Loyd's abdomen, causing him to fall to his knees, unable to bear the pain. Mitsuki, without missing a beat, took advantage of the moment to throw one last punch to Loyd's face, knocking him out completely. As the platform shook beneath her feet, Mitsuki took a deep breath, watching the girl from afar. "Are you happy now, kid?" he said with a grimace as he wiped his fist. "I did it just to get this over with, okay?" The girl jumped for joy, clapping her hands. "You're amazing, Mitsuki! You're my superhero!!" Mitsuki, embarrassed and rubbing the back of his neck, sighed. "I already told you I'm not a damn hero! Stop saying that!" Mitsuki approached the metal cell where the girl lay, still strapped to a makeshift stretcher. Her eyes shone with a mix of concern and curiosity. The girl, though frightened, kept watching him, as if she saw something beyond a simple rescuer. As Mitsuki moved forward, he removed the rubble blocking the access. "Are you okay?" Mitsuki asked, her voice soft but firm. Though her words were meant to be reassuring, the tension in her face made it clear that there was even more at stake. The girl, looking at the young man with a mix of fear and admiration, nodded slowly, though her hands were shaking. "Y-yes… But… what's going to happen to me?" Mitsuki sighed. She knew she couldn't promise him anything, but there was still something she needed to get from him. The gem on his shoulder. "I need something from you," Mitsuki said, moving closer as she peered closely at the glowing mark on her skin. "Can I finish extracting the gem you have there?" The girl, touching the small mark on her shoulder, looked at the gem with a mix of confusion and resignation. "That... that makes me different, doesn't it? I was always told I was special because of that..." Mitsuki stared at her, realizing that all the girl was thinking about was how that gem made her different. Without another word, he gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry. I just want the gem. I don't want to hurt you, but I have to take it away for this to end." The girl, still not fully understanding the gravity of the situation, nodded without saying anything else. "Fine... if it helps me get out of here." With a sigh, Mitsuki moved a little closer and began to untie the straps that kept the girl immobilized. Despite her fear, she did not protest, only watching as the young man moved with speed and precision. Mitsuki gently touched the mark on her shoulder. The gem glowed faintly in its place. With a touch of her power, she began to peel it off. The girl, not doing anything but watching, pressed her lips together, feeling slight discomfort as the gem peeled off. "Don't worry, it won't last long," Mitsuki said calmly as she removed the gem, staring at it intently. It was small, a bright blue, and seemed to vibrate slightly in her hand. "That was… that was it?" the girl asked, surprised at how quickly it had happened. Mitsuki looked at her with a small, wry smile, not saying a word as she carefully picked up the gem. "Yes, that was it. Now, if it's alright with you, let's get back to sorting out this mess," she said with a calmness that barely camouflaged her discomfort at the situation. The girl, now calmer but still hesitant, nodded slowly. "Thank you," she murmured, looking at the gem Mitsuki held in her hands. "But… what's going to happen now?" Mitsuki, with the gem between her fingers, watched it for a moment before answering, "That depends on how this ends. But don't worry, I won't let those guys get away with this. Let's go."Mitsuki and the mysterious girl sat on some rubble amidst the remains of the laboratory. The platform continued to resonate with the echoes of the fighting around them, but for a moment, everything seemed to have calmed down.Mitsuki looks at her, noticing that she seemed calmer, but still had an uncertain expression on her face. "What's your name?" Mitsuki asked as she settled on a broken piece of metal, casting a glance at the sky blue gem she still held in her hand.She looked at him somewhat shyly. "My name is Aura..." "Aura?" Mitsuki repeated, considering the name. "An interesting name. And your parents? Where are they?"Aura lowered her head, her expression turning sad. "No… I don't have parents. I lived in an orphanage. No one wanted me… no one wanted to be around me because… because of what I can do." Mitsuki frowned, feeling a strange compassion for her. "What exactly can you do? What is your ability?" Aura seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end, with a mix of shame and resignation, she sighed. "Every time I sneeze... people around me fall down or even... fly away. It's like a giant impulse. I can't control it well, so..." Aura looked down, her hands clasped together nervously. Mitsuki stared at her, a slight smile forming on his face as he processed it. He couldn't help but let out a breathy laugh. "Really? That's all you can do? A giant sneeze? What kind of ability is that? Is it some kind of explosive energy?" Aura looked at him, confused, but a little embarrassed by the reaction. "You… don't find that useful?" Mitsuki rubbed the back of his neck, his laughter slowing down as he tried to understand. "Useful… Well, who wouldn't want to see people flying around every time you sneeze? It's like accidentally having a wind attack. But… I don't think those guys were going for that." Aura, still somewhat bewildered, frowned. "Is my ability worthless?" "It's not that," Mitsuki said, holding her hands up in apology. "It's just that… I don't understand what kind of geniuses think they can take advantage of something like that. Who the fuck needs an army of human sneezes?" Aura was silent for a moment, not knowing if she was more confused or relieved by Mitsuki's reaction. However, the amused look on his face made her feel a little less alone. Mitsuki, seeing that she was still in thought, let out a small laugh. "I guess you and I would be the perfect team. I'd blast people with my skills, and you'd… well, you'd knock them out with a sneeze. It's an explosive combo, right?" Aura looked at him with a slight smile, though still somewhat embarrassed by her skill. "So you think it's… funny?" "Well, it is… funny. It's the first time I've heard of something like that. But I'm sure you have something else up your sleeve, don't you?" Aura shrugged, feeling a little more relieved by Mitsuki's relaxed attitude. "Not really. I've always been alone. No one has ever been able to teach me how to control it properly." Mitsuki nodded, her expression more serious now. "That's going to change. No one else is going to make you feel less than for something you can't control. If you want, I can help you. I'm no master, but I know what it's like to be alone." Aura looked up, seeing him for the first time with a mix of confidence and hope. "Thank you..." Mitsuki smiled with a slight grimace. "You're welcome, little one. Now, let's go, you have to go back to your orphanage." Aura, hearing Mitsuki's words, fell silent. The rubble crunched beneath her feet as he led her towards the exit. However, she couldn't help but feel a little sad. "So... will you take me back to the orphanage?" she asked, with a small, sad smile. Her voice sounded muffled, as if she had already given up hope of finding a place to belong. Mitsuki looked at her with some surprise, but his tone softened. "Yes... at least you'll be safe there. It's not the best place, but..." He tried to find the right words, but in the end he shrugged. "It's for the best for now." Aura looked at the ground, her messy hair falling over her face. "No one wants me there. They always look at me weird, push me away. No one wants to be around me because of... because of my ability." Mitsuki, seeing the sadness on her face, frowned. "Hey, I already told you that that's going to change. I promise. If you want, we can find a better one. I'm not going to leave you there alone." Aura nodded silently, grateful for his words, although she couldn't help but feel a lump in her chest. She wanted to believe him, but loneliness had been a constant in her life. Suddenly, a strong wind blew around, causing both of them to look up at the sky. Without warning, a figure quickly descended from the shadows of the rubble. A woman, imposing and with an almost heavenly presence, landed in front of them with a loud impact. Her appearance was angelic: long silver hair, golden wings that shone like the sun, and cold eyes filled with fury. Aura stepped back, frightened, while Mitsuki immediately went on guard. The woman wasted no time. "You!" she shouted, pointing at Mitsuki in fury. "You're one of those Loyd minions! What do you want with the girl?" Mitsuki frowned at the woman's attitude, bewildered by her appearance. "What the hell are you saying? I'm not one of them." But the woman didn't give him a chance to speak. With a quick movement of her hand, she launched a blast of energy that Mitsuki barely dodged by jumping to the side. "You won't fool me! I'll take you to Loyd!" she exclaimed, advancing towards him with superhuman speed, her wings spreading out in a threatening gesture. Mitsuki stepped forward, taking a defensive stance as she prepared to respond to the attack. "You think you'll impress me with that angelic style? I have my tricks too!" Aura, for her part, watched the scene without fully understanding what was happening. "Who is she?" "An unpleasant surprise," Mitsuki said with a mocking smile as she dodged another attack. "It seems that not everyone is so happy with our visit." The angelic woman continued to attack relentlessly, but Mitsuki managed to dodge most of the blows, moving with speed and agility. However, the pressure of her energy was undeniable. "Don't waste my time!" The angelic woman roared as she unleashed more energy. Mitsuki, using her reflexes to the limit, decided to counterattack. "I'm sorry, but I don't have time to play," Mitsuki said with a defiant smile. However, he also knew that this fight would be more complicated than he had anticipated. She looked closely at Mitsuki's hand, where the sky-blue gem shone brightly. Her eyes narrowed in distrust, and her face hardened. "Those... those are the gems my master was looking for!" she exclaimed, pointing at the stone. "You stole it!" Mitsuki frowned, taken aback by the accusation, but not losing his confident demeanor. "What the hell are you saying? I have no idea what you're talking about, but I don't have time for your paranoia." The angelic woman took another step forward, her energy beginning to glow brighter, illuminating the dark maze of rubble surrounding them. "That gem does not belong to you! I will not allow you to keep it!" At that moment, Mitsuki adopted a defensive stance, prepared to confront the woman who was clearly unwilling to listen to reason. But before he could take the first step, an unexpected voice interrupted. "Alaska, stop it!" The voice rang out firmly, and from the shadows a heavenly figure appeared, stepping forward with a determined stride. It was a woman with a serene yet commanding presence. Her mid-length, sky-blue hair blew in the wind, and her sky-blue eyes shone with an intensity that made it clear she was not one to be ignored. Alaska stopped instantly, turning to the new arrival, visibly surprised. "What? Why are you stopping him, Master Allivy? This guy is with Loyd!" Allivy looked at her, her face expressionless. "I don't know... but something doesn't add up. Relax, Alaska." Alaska couldn't help but let out a huff of frustration, but she eventually took a step back, her gaze still fixed on Mitsuki. "I haven't forgotten about you!" "Trust me, you won't," Mitsuki said, his tone mocking and calm, all the while watching the new arrival with intrigue. But what caught his attention the most was the expression Allivy directed at him: a mixture of surprise and confusion. As if something, or someone, seemed familiar to her. Allivy couldn't help but examine Mitsuki more closely, feeling a strange connection, but before she could process her thoughts, something stopped her. "It can't be..." she muttered, almost to herself, but enough for Mitsuki to hear. The woman blinked, as if she was trying to clear something in her mind. Then, her gaze softened, but there was still a mix of conflicting emotions on her face. "Who are you?" she asked, more to herself than to Mitsuki. It seemed like something was missing for her to fully understand what she was seeing. The tension in the air was palpable as the two looked at each other. Mitsuki crossed his arms, slightly annoyed at the lack of clarity, but his gaze remained curious. "I have no idea what you're looking for, but if you're not going to fight, why don't we just cut the crap?" At that moment, Allivy took a step forward, refocusing on the situation. Her eyes briefly fixed on the girl, Aura, and then returned to Mitsuki. Uncertainty still marked her expression, but something inside her seemed to have shifted. "Aura..." Allivy began, looking at the girl with some concern, as if her presence and the situation she found herself in were something deeper than it seemed at first glance. But before she could continue, Mitsuki interrupted her. "Do you know anything about this gem or what?" he asked, pointing to the hand holding the blue gem. Allivy blinked, and for a moment, silence filled the air. Something was going on, something Mitsuki didn't understand, but Allivy seemed to know. Allivy just kept her distance, though, a mix of confusion and resolve on her face. "I'll explain later," he said finally, looking at Mitsuki in a determined manner. "But now, I suggest you don't do anything that will make you regret it." Mitsuki, visibly annoyed, frowned as he crossed his arms. "Cut the crap already. Who are you and what the hell was that?" His patience was about to run out, and the confusion on his face was evident. Allivy, though maintaining her calm expression, seemed to experience a slight change in her attitude. She smiled briefly, a smile that was not entirely friendly, but somewhat satisfying. Then, without losing control, she whispered something to Alaska, who looked at her, surprised. Alaska, previously full of hostility, immediately changed her expression. Surprise turned into a mix of confusion and understanding. She let down her guard and, though still distrustful, relaxed her posture. A few moments of silence passed, and the tension in the air lessened, though it did not disappear completely. Allivy turned to Mitsuki, her gaze combining authority and a bit of sympathy. "We came for the kid and the gem... but, I think we ended up winning today," she said, showing no signs of regret, but rather a tone of accomplishment. Mitsuki stared at the woman, stunned. "Winning today? What the hell are you saying? I thought Loyd was a madman, but you two compete in that aspect," he muttered to himself, clearly more confused than ever. Allivy didn't seem offended by his tone. In fact, she was calmer than before, as if everything was under control. Her gaze softened as she saw the frustration on Mitsuki's face, but she still showed genuine curiosity. "Tell me, Mitsuki," he finally said, his voice softer and more direct, "what are you doing here?" Mitsuki paused for a moment. The question puzzled him. "What?" he replied quickly, almost irritated. "How the hell does everyone know who I am out of the blue? I thought this bounty hunting job would be more… shadowy. A little less… obvious." Allivy smiled slightly at his reaction. "The world is more connected than you think." he replied, not losing his composure. Mitsuki snorted and turned his head, looking at Aura and then at the gem. It was clear that there was something much bigger at stake than simply a mission. But, with that woman in front of him, and the strange turn of events, he couldn't help but feel that something was eluding him. Something important. Mitsuki, still upset by the situation, frowned at Allivy's words. "No, you're wrong," he replied, not showing much interest. "You have a lot to know. You're not chasing Loyd around looking for someone else, are you? It could be your sister, Elisa..." At that moment, Allivy's words made the air around them seem to thicken. Mitsuki, who had maintained a confident and defiant attitude until then, was completely paralyzed. His face paled for a second, as if he had received a direct blow to the heart. The change was instantaneous; his posture became rigid, and a strange tremor ran through his body. His eyes, normally so controlled, now showed something different: shock. Confusion. Nervousness. It was as if the ground beneath his feet was slowly crumbling away. "Elisa... what do you know about her?" he murmured, barely able to control the tremble in his voice. It wasn't Mitsuki's typical defiant or arrogant response. This time, something much deeper had been touched within him. Allivy watched his reaction with a calculating gaze, as if she had already anticipated that kind of response. The smile on her lips was subtle, but it was there, knowing full well that she had hit a sensitive spot. "What you have there, Mitsuki," Allivy continued, indicating the sky-blue gem with her gaze, "and the way you behave, it's no coincidence. It's all connected. What's happening with that girl, what's happening to you, and what your sister is looking for... It's bigger than you think." Mitsuki, still in shock, couldn't take his eyes off Allivy. Every word she said seemed to sink deeper into him. What had started out as a seemingly simple mission was turning into something that even he couldn't understand. And worse, he felt like he was lost within his own past, as if he was missing something crucial. Allivy, with a calm smile, looked at Mitsuki as she hovered in the air. Seeing the confusion on his face, she decided not to wait any longer and, before sitting down, she looked at Alaska who was still searching through the rubble of the laboratory. "Alaska, look for that in my palace," he said in a soft but firm voice. Alaska nodded silently and, without further ado, disappeared in a flash of azure energy, leaving Mitsuki even more bewildered. Then, with surprising calm, Allivy formed a small floating stool of celestial energy around her, and sat down with an elegance that seemed natural. The air around her shimmered slightly, and the celestial light gave the scene a surreal tone. Mitsuki, still trying to process everything that was happening, stared at her, unable to understand why she was here or what was going on. Allivy, looking into his doubt-filled eyes, began to speak with a clarity that made the weight of her words resonate deeply. "My name is Allivy," she said with infinite calm, "I am the goddess of Elyria, Heaven." Mitsuki was speechless for a moment, not knowing whether he should laugh or run away from it all. "What?" was the only thing that came out of his mouth, as he shook his head slightly, as if he couldn't process it. "I know who you are, Mitsuki Sorano. I know very well who your parents and siblings are," Allivy continued without hesitation. Those words made Mitsuki react immediately, her mind filled with confusion and, somehow, fear. "That can't be... I haven't seen them in years. I only have my brother left, but even he doesn't know anything about them... No one knows," she said in disbelief, still struggling to believe what she was hearing. Allivy stared at him, as if she had anticipated that reaction. "It's natural that you don't believe it. The time you've spent unknowingly has a greater purpose. Your parents... and your sister... have been searching for something much bigger, something only you can understand." The air around Mitsuki seemed to grow thicker as those words passed through him. He thought of his brother, the only one he still kept in touch with. But that mention of his sister… Elisa, a vague figure in his memory, was what puzzled him the most. "I don't know what you're talking about... My brother hasn't mentioned anything like that. No one knows anything... Why hasn't anyone told me before?" he insisted, somewhat frustrated, while his heart beat faster, not knowing if he wanted to believe or reject what Allivy was telling him. Allivy sighed, a sigh full of understanding. "What has happened to you, Mitsuki, goes far beyond what you imagine. Everything is yet to be revealed. But, for now, just know that everything you do has a purpose." Mitsuki, still unable to understand, kept his gaze fixed on her, searching for some clue, something that would allow him to understand this strange situation. However, the answer was not something he could obtain so easily. Allivy was silent for a moment before changing the subject. "Now, let's figure out what's going on here and why we're involved. But what awaits you in the future, Mitsuki... isn't something you can foresee yet." Mitsuki, a little scared, thinks: "Is everything she's telling me real? I don't understand why, but somehow she gives me confidence and peace of mind... This woman... what does all this mean?" Just then, Alaska returned, bursting onto the scene with a new presence in her hands. She seemed to have gone somewhere, though Mitsuki hadn't noticed her absence. Without saying a word, Alaska pulled something out of her belongings: a small painting, just the right size to be handled with one hand. She turned it in front of Mitsuki without haste, as if it were an expected moment. Mitsuki looked at the picture in bewilderment, at first not understanding what it was about. It was a selfie. In the photo, Allivy was smiling warmly, while Mitsuki, who was only two years old, was standing next to her. Also in the picture were her parents, who despite not being that young, looked fresh and full of life, and in the background, her older sister, whom she had not seen for years, with her brother. The scene seemed to have been taken on a sunny day, in what was clearly a family memory. Mitsuki couldn't help but stand there, motionless, staring at the painting in shock. What... what is this? he thought, his mind exploding with questions as his eyes focused on the photo, trying to find an explanation. The figure of Allivy in the photo, in the middle of her family, baffled him even more. "How…?" Mitsuki muttered, at a loss for words. Allivy didn't respond immediately. He just stared at Mitsuki, who was completely stunned, and then let silence fill the space between them. Alaska, with a meaningful look, let the image speak for itself. Mitsuki, her mind in turmoil, didn't know how to process the information. Was that really her family? And why was Allivy in the photo with them?