Besides those Kairagi, there were also a few figures familiar to Raiden Makoto.

"Chiyo, Yuri, they even brought them out."

Raiden Makoto naturally understood that the friends before her were merely illusions created by the Miasmic Tumor to deal with Durandal, but she still unconsciously recalled them.

The two created by corruption lacked the warmth of her memories; they were like malevolent spirits, making Raiden Makoto quite uncomfortable.

"Please eliminate them, Durandal. This is not how they should be."

"You don’t need to tell me; I’d do it anyway. Just a ball of energy, yet so arrogant. Who are you putting on airs for?"

Fully unleashing her abilities, Durandal raised her hand, absorbing all the corruption permeating the space into her hand, and then gradually into her body.

The created Kairagi were absorbed with almost no struggle. The created Mikoshi Chiyo and Sasayuri also tried to struggle, but they were absorbed by Durandal in a moment.

Finally, there was the Miasmic Tumor. It throbbed continuously like a heart, constantly spewing out various things to try and stop Durandal’s actions.

But all those things would eventually be absorbed by Durandal, and the branches connected to the Blighted Node quickly became unable to bear the weight and snapped off one after another.

The Blighted Node, without support, fell down and eventually landed in Durandal’s hands, gradually being completely absorbed by Durandal, unable to struggle at all.

"Oh? Besides the power of filth, I didn’t expect there would be other gains."

The Blighted Node was connected to the sacred sakura tree, and having accumulated on the branches of the sacred sakura tree for many years, it also had permission to enter the consciousness space of the sacred sakura tree.

Having absorbed the Blighted Node, Durandal didn’t need to forcefully enter the consciousness space of the sacred sakura tree as before, or enter through Raiden Makoto.

With the complete disappearance of the Blighted Node, all the filth permeating here also disappeared completely. Without the existence of filth, the branches of the sacred sakura tree stretched out better here, purifying the surrounding air.

Is the matter over? It’s over, but not completely over.

Dealing with the Blighted Node and purifying the filth was indeed Durandal’s purpose, but after seeing Hanachirusato’s memories, she understood that she had other things to do.

"You really did it, Lady Durandal."

At the same time as the Blighted Node was destroyed, Hanachirusato appeared behind Durandal. At this time, he was in a very bad condition, as if he would disappear at any moment.

"How much longer can you last?"

"Maybe a few minutes. If it were in another place, I’m afraid I wouldn’t even have the strength to speak."

With the disappearance of the Blighted Node, Hanachirusato was already very weak. Now, besides standing and talking to Durandal, he couldn’t even lift a hand.

"Having seen the memories, you should know my situation, right? I am a phantom born because of Lady Kuzuhara’s strong obsession to eliminate filth. The purpose of my existence is to eliminate this filth. Now that the filth has been eliminated, I... have no regrets."

"Really have no regrets? All these years, you have been waiting in Kond Village for someone who can trust themselves and can deal with the filth. Don’t you want to go and see other places? Don’t you want to experience the beauty in Inazuma in Kuzuhara’s memories?"

"I..."

"Don’t lie, Hanachirusato. Since I’ve seen your memories, do you still think you can deceive me?"

On a lonely night, Hanachirusato looked at the sky alone, recalling Kuzuhara’s memories in his mind, finding the beauty that existed in Inazuma from them. How could he not yearn for it?

But... he had no way. He was a product of filth, and his existence itself was not allowed. Destined to disappear with the filth, where would he have the opportunity to experience those things?

"I... I really want to go and see other places, but... but I don’t have the qualifications, I have no chance anymore, Lady Durandal."

If he could shed tears, Hanachirusato would definitely cry, but he didn’t even have the strength to cry now, only a sob in his tone.

"You people... are really annoying."

Durandal scratched her hair irritably. Why did he have to say such things in front of her? One, two, why are they so worrying?

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