No one can afford this name. Maybe this is the reason why Justice is an archangel?

“You thought of a way out before you put in all the effort? This doesn’t look like the barbarians I know.”

Rorschach came back to his senses and looked at Warusk in front of him and said.

 He began to question the "last resort" thing.

 “Go forward courageously? Winners can use gorgeous words to record their past, just like you portray yourself as noble as a saint in your diary.

 But can you tell me, are you really noble?

 Where are the noble people? Where are the invincible beings?”

  There was still contempt in Warusk's voice, and flaws were always looked down upon as imperfections.

 But what is the perfect thing?

There is no such thing as perfection, and Rorschach has got enough at the moment.

 Worusk took a blood bottle from his waist and smashed it directly on the chest of Rorschach's corpse.

 The body began to recover little by little.

 As long as Rorschach's soul returns to that body, a man-made "miracle" will happen.

 Now his purpose has been achieved.

 A Rorschach with firm beliefs, a Rorschach who is ready to face anything.

 A Rorschach who starts to really think about what justice is.

 The position will always waver, but no matter what the position, justice always exists.

 It is enough to know this.

 “What will happen to Joe Ritz?”

Rorschach’s soul resisted the strong suction coming from his body and shouted to Warusk with some difficulty.

　　It was difficult for Rorschach not to care about Joriz who gave him a fatal blow.

That stick on the head makes Rorschach feel a little chilly just thinking about it now.

But all he wanted was the final outcome of that ancestor, not for change or revenge, he just simply wanted to know.

 “A relief like a gift.”

Worusk spat on the ground, turned around and walked away.

He still needs to keep an eye on Jordan Kule.

 Worusk actually doesn’t know what Joriz will face, but he knows very well what decision Leiko will make, maybe not so clear.

 But it doesn’t matter.

Isn’t the Immortal King there to deal with incorrect things?

 Worusk is always ready.

 As for the secret realm?

That’s not a secret realm at all!

That is another world where the disaster is about to happen again!

 …

 “Leiko, what on earth did I do?”

Joriz looked at Leiko in front of him with red eyes.

 It was somewhat difficult for him to accept this result.

  Leiko had already told him that his changes had not escaped Bulqueso's observation.

　　When he chose to be Vader, he was Bulcaisel's trusted partner, but the moment he lost his identity as Vader and appeared as Joriz, he became a corrupted enemy.

 There is no difference from the previous compatriots who became executioners in the war.

 “What did you do? You made sacrifices for your lover.”

Leiko lay on the stone bed and did not turn around to look at Joriz.

 The voice was a little trembling, but still determined.

 Leiko was a little shaken by the emotion, but this would not affect her final approach.

 “Did I do something wrong? Leiko?”

Joriz’s voice was a little light and seemed a little unbelievable.

 This is the first time that Leiko has heard such a sound.

 Chorizzi, known as the warrior, has never spoken in such an unsteady tone.

 “As your lover, I am very touched. Joe Ritz, my husband.

 I thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you have done for me.

 I love you, no matter in the past or in the future.”

 Leiko still did not turn around, but the tremor in her voice was uncontrollable.

　That kind of choking deep in the soul, that kind of fear of separation filled this powerful warrior.

“So, Reiko, have I saved you? From the hands of fate?”

 Joriz gently approached Leiko, and then slowly lay down on the stone bed.

 This is exactly what they did on the coldest winter nights.

 Huddle each other and feel each other’s body temperature.

 In a battlefield where there is only blood and weapons, only this one-room hut can bring a sense of relaxation.

 Barbarians are also human beings, not killing machines. They still feel pain and tiredness, but they never show it.

 “Joriz, my husband, you have saved my soul.”

Leiko's body twitched a little, as if she was sobbing.

 It’s just that no one has ever seen Leiko’s tears. Maybe Leiko cried on the night when Joriz “died” in battle.

 It’s just that those tears are only witnessed by this stone bed that cannot be warmed by a cold soul.

"Really? Fate is really cruel, but fortunately we can still lie together. However, we have both lost our heartbeats."

 Joriz understood what Leiko meant.

Leiko is still a slave to that fate, and can still swing powerlessly like a puppet in front of fate.

Even if you look back, you will be blocked by that thread.

 Joriz saved Leiko's soul from ending up alone and from the abyss of losing love.

 But not from the hand of fate.

“Joriz, hold me. You will hear my heartbeat, our hearts are connected, and you will feel your own heart beating.”

 Leiko still hasn’t turned over.

Just spoke softly, even now Leiko didn't know who she was speaking to.

 “You forgive me, but you can’t...”

Joriz came close to Leiko's body, and his breath hit the back of Leiko's neck. That breath was hot enough to melt any trembling heart.

“I forgive you, Choriz! Raiko forgives you. Raiko the Barbarian, Choriz’s wife, forgives her husband.”

Leiko finally turned around, her face was very calm, but her red eyes already explained her feelings.

An arm with rough gloves and a wrist guard passed through Jorizzi's chest, merely grasping Jorizzi's heart.

“However, the ancestral spirit barbarian Leiko, the leader of the Bull tribe, the legendary barbarian Leiko cannot forgive a corrupted body.”

Leiko snuggled tightly on Joriz's shoulder, and neither of them could see each other's faces.

 A beautiful face already covered with tears, but with a determined expression.

 There is a smile on a tough face, but the eyes are painful.

 The two faces are not facing each other, they are just leaning on each other tightly.

 It seems that even at the last moment, we should always remember each other’s body temperature.

“Leiko, Choriz loves you, and loves the Leiko who wielded weapons on the battlefield, smashed the Satsuma Sabers with her shoulder, and hung the carcass of a giant bear on the long handle of the giant axe.

I loved the led by the family, rushed into the Satsuma Blade Camp, and saved a defeated soldier with a lover with an internal organs and blood stains.

 Love, even though it has passed through my chest, her arms are still firm, but holding my heart, her hands are still full of warmth."

 Joriz murmured calmly, his heart was already in Leiko's hands.

Joriz, who had been dead for many years, felt his heart begin to beat in the warmth of Leiko's palm.
To be continued...