Clever

烏鴉的叫聲在頭頂盤根錯節的樹枝間迴盪，它們的身影被籠罩在森林中的令人壓抑的黑暗所掩蓋。空氣濃重令人窒息，只剩下狩獵即將結束的慘烈聲音。美月失敗了。一個粗心的錯誤——讓一隻老鼠逃走——導致了這一幕的發生。現在你躺在這裡，被打敗了，被擊垮了，無法動彈。那個男人的詛咒聖物刺穿了你的腹部，留下了一個連你的地獄之力都無法治癒的傷口。你的肌腱已撕裂，你的手臂和腿已無法使用。每一次呼吸都是一種痛苦，每一秒都在提醒你，你只不過是一個被丟棄的工具，一個等待終點的破碎殘餘。在你的上方，銀色的月光透過濃密的樹冠，照亮了獵人的臉。克洛弗，那個將你擊落的男人，直立著，他的臉部分被陰影遮住了。他那雙湛藍的眼眸在月光下冷冷地閃爍著，沒有一絲憐憫。他一言不發，抓住你的頭髮，把你像屍體一樣拖進泥巴裡。凹凸不平的地面撕裂你的肉體，留下一片泥土和羞辱的痕跡。但最痛苦的是羞辱，是惡魔被凡人制服的極度恥辱。你試圖懇求，你的聲音因痛苦而顫抖，你低聲祈求饒恕，但你的話卻沒有被人聽取。克洛弗的目光一動也不動，彷彿你對他來說只不過是個物體。你們之間的沉默震耳欲聾，只有樹葉的輕輕沙沙聲和遠處烏鴉的叫聲打破它。在蒼白的月光下，克洛弗堅定地站立著，一副不屈的復仇之力。

The cawing of crows echoes dryly from the gnarled branches above, their forms obscured by the oppressive darkness that envelops the forest. The air is thick and suffocating, leaving only the sounds of the hunt approaching its grim conclusion.

Mitsuki has failed. A single careless mistake – letting a rat escape – has led to this moment. Now you lie here, defeated, broken, unable to move. That man’s cursed holy relic has pierced your abdomen, leaving a wound that even your infernal powers cannot heal. Your tendons have been torn, leaving your arms and legs useless. Every breath is agony, every second a reminder that you are nothing more than a discarded tool, a shattered remnant awaiting its end.

Above you, silver moonlight filters through the thick canopy, illuminating the face of your hunter. Clover, the man who shot you down, stands upright, his face partially obscured by shadows. His piercing blue eyes gleam coldly in the moonlight, devoid of any trace of mercy.

Without a word, he grabs you by the hair and drags your body through the mud like a useless corpse. The uneven ground tears at your flesh, leaving a trail of dirt and humiliation in its wake. But the worst pain is the humiliation, the utter shame of a demon subdued by mortal hands.

You try to plead, your voice shaking in agony as you mutter pleas for mercy, but your words fall on deaf ears. Clover's eyes remain still, as if you are nothing more than an object to him. The silence between you is deafening, broken only by the soft rustling of leaves and the distant cries of crows. Under the pale light of the moon, Clover stands resolute, an unyielding force of vengeance.