SCARLETT THE LAST FERROMANCER のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

Scarlett povWhere am I?! I growled, looking around as if I were losing my sanity. The entire area was dark and terrifying. Remus was gone, the police had taken him, and now he was dead. I was held captive in a place where I couldn't even begin to comprehend my situation.I slowly pushed myself up from the ground and stumbled toward the door.Is anyone there? Why won’t anyone respond?I took a cautious step forward, straining my eyes to see through the darkness. The air was heavy with the smell of mold and rot. A chill ran down my spine as I made my way to the door. My throat was raw from shouting, but I called out again, "Is anyone there?"The silence was overwhelming. An eerie stillness seemed to absorb my words. I banged on the door, the cold metal biting into my fists. "Let me out! Please, someone, let me out!"Tears welled in my eyes as memories of Remus flooded my mind. His lifeless form appeared before me, and a wave of sorrow crashed over me. I leaned against the door, my body

Finn povI returned to Klaus after losing Scarlett, knowing I had to report directly to him. I could already sense his fury at the news that the one woman he tasked me with finding was still missing. I was certain he would kill me for this failure.As I pushed through the heavy wooden doors, the eerie creaking resonated in the empty hallway, reflecting the dread that gripped my chest. My heart felt like it was being crushed, each beat a reminder of the reckoning that awaited me.I had let Klaus down. The burden of that failure weighed heavily on me, threatening to suffocate me. Scarlett, the person he had entrusted to me, was still out there, and I was the one who would face the repercussions.Approaching Klaus's study, I felt my palms grow clammy. My mind raced, trying to find a way to present my failure in a less deadly light. But deep down, I knew it was pointless. Klaus had no patience for failure; he obliterated it.I inhaled deeply, the air catching in my throat as I raised my h

Scarlett pov It was time for the usual daily bath. For us prisoners, bathing together in the communal bathroom was just part of the routine. I gathered my soap and other essentials, wiping my dusty face with a towel. As I made my way down the hall, I sensed something was different. Women were gathered, towels wrapped around them. My heart raced as I calculated my steps toward the scene. What was happening? That question echoed in my mind. "Hey Scarlett, hurry up or you'll face the consequences!" a sharp soprano voice called from behind, pushing me to move faster. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding with unease. The usual sounds of chatter and laughter were replaced by an unsettling quiet. I tightened my towel around me, the rough fabric irritating my skin as I continued. As I neared the bathroom, I noticed the door was slightly open, a beam of light spilling out and creating an eerie glow on the floor. I pushed the door open and scanned the room for clues about the situatio

Markus' POVThe clink of glass against wood was the only sound that filled the space around me. I sat at the end of the bar, my eyes on the amber liquid swirling in my glass. The world around me blurred in and out. I wasn’t looking for anything specific. In fact, I wasn't looking for anything at all. Just trying to forget.A man who had done as many wrong things as I had, who carried the weight of his mistakes like chains around his chest, didn't have the luxury of looking for meaning. So I drank. And drank. And then drank some more.I wasn’t a big fan of crowds, but tonight I didn’t mind the noise. The low hum of conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the occasional burst of laughter seemed distant—something out of reach. It felt like I was watching life unfold without really participating in it. The usual.I pushed the glass to the side, wiped my lips with the back of my hand, and ordered another drink. The bartender didn’t ask questions. No one did in this place.My eyes wande

Scarlett's POV:Tears cascaded down my face as I gazed through the narrow, barred window of my prison cell. The view outside was a hazy mix of water and sky, the entire landscape engulfed, with no land in sight. The magnitude of my situation was beyond my comprehension. A prison submerged beneath the waves, where the horizon seemed to stretch infinitely, and everything I cherished had vanished beneath the surface.How did I end up in this place? How did my life devolve into such a nightmare?My heart raced as I wiped away the tears, my fingers quivering as they brushed against my damp cheeks. The chill from the window bit into my skin, yet it paled in comparison to the deep ache within me—the longing for freedom, for hope, for an escape. The thought of remaining in this submerged prison had never crossed my mind. Yet, here I was, confined in a cell, feeling as if the very water surrounding me was closing in, threatening to engulf me entirely.I allowed my body to slide down against th