Over the Sky | Image Gallery | Artbooks | Fam Aerial Log | 066
Dio heard Coccinella's final words. "Yeah, for ... Lucciola..." The robes that he wore contracted around his body. There was no emotion in the face of the boy, as his once serene eyes glassed over and clouded.
No ... you don't have to kill... these... people.
Ros' stretched her fingers out from where she stood.
"...Lucciola." A small light that was held in the palm of Dio's hand grew and extended, changing its form and turning into a knife.
Relief spread amongst the soldiers as the terrorists were all taken down.
"...Lucciola." Slowly, as if he were simply taking a walk, Dio approached.
"A song...?" A young soldier listened to Dio's voice as he stepped lightly toward him. With a flash of blue light, the soldier's head went flying. The rest of the remaining soldiers tried to restrain their fear to confront the boy in order to protect the princess.
"...Dio." Was that really a slaughter happening in front of Lavie's eyes? Flashes of blue and white danced within water droplets dyed red.
"Beautiful..." Alvis' voice trembled with fear.
"Don't look!" Lavie covered her eyes.
The clouds began to become slightly visible as the sky began to grow light. The princess and the boy stood on the stage and at their feet, the knight who could not protect her had fallen.
"Vince..."
"Princess ... Sophia..." Vincent's eyes pleaded her to try and run away, but Sophia resolutely faced the boy.
I will absolutely not run away. Not from a crisis right in front of me.
"...For Lucciola." Dio's hand that held the knife went up slowly, that sparkling blue light from earlier materializing. Just as he brought it down on Sophia, a small white shadow slipped between the two of them. With a gush of fresh blood, the delicate body of Ros collapsed.
"Lucci ... o ... la?"
"I'm ... so ... rry..." Ros squeezed out a voice from the back of her throat. Her blood silently spread across the stage, as her skin began to pale into a beautiful crystalline white. Even Sophia could not hide her surprise at the recognition of that familiar face.
