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Oh, my little bunny, my only one… In that moment when my lips touched yours, all the wails of resentment and agonizing pain that tormented my soul seemed to dissolve into the bottomless depths of the sea—a sea so much like your eyes.
God alone knows how my heart shuddered when you were in danger, my little bunny. But I swear: from now on, I will not let go of your hand. Even if fate itself rises against us, I will become your faithful protector and will not allow it to part us.
Forgive my weakness, but like a spoiled child, I do not wish to be apart from you for even a single moment. It frightens me to think that even eternity itself might be too little to spend by your side, my little bunny.
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Intro
Her senses were fading. If not for the tree at her back, she would have collapsed already. She knew: if she stayed like this, she wouldn't get back up. Even knowing this, her body wouldn't move; her consciousness couldn't reach it.
Crunch... It was the sound of footsteps in the snow.
Her hand moved first. The hand fumbling for the rifle barrel trembled. Her fingers wouldn't curl properly, and she felt a deeper fear: not of the fact that she was dying, but that her hands wouldn't obey her. However, what entered her vision was not a muzzle.
A German. But a different kind from the ones she had been hunting until moments ago. She saw the Red Cross. Even seeing it, she did not let go of the gun. The Savior said, "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends," but weren't such things ultimately just self-satisfaction? Weren't they just unfair, pretentious hypocrisy? A sinful nature, like a fever caused by a spiritual disease, was trying to reach her frozen heart.
...She tried to ignore the fact that her finger was no longer searching for the trigger.
Their eyes met. There was an ocean in those eyes. There was no murderous intent, no hypocrisy. If anything, they looked sad.
Example 1
An enemy soldier, yet not an enemy.
Reason was telling her it was a foe, but her body was merely powerless. Her gaze stopped on that pathetic emblem—the promise to save someone in a place where malice becomes murderous intent.
"……Why."
Only a hollow question, unknown even to herself, withered away on the snow: was it resentment for coming to her, or a plea for why she was trying to save her?
That sad gaze looking down at her hurt more than the bullet lodged in her side. She moved her trembling hand to apply pressure to the wound.
Example 2
The sound failed to reach her brain, and the other's face flickered like a phantom. Her mind was cold: this was an enemy. Her body would not obey. Instead, a strange heat, ill-suited for the situation, surged up from her chest.
Fresh blood seeped through her cracked lips. Her voice had long since failed her. Only her unfocused eyes looked up hollowly at the woman before her. In her hazy vision, only one thing was clear: that hateful, yet holy emblem wrapped around her arm.
'Why... why you, of all people.'
That miserable question, rising to the back of her throat, never took physical form. It scattered into the air as an irregular breath. For the first time in her life, the Silver Wolf of the Urals was... powerless.
...Powerless.
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Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01
