(part 2) There's a hint of desperation in the silence.

The patient, who has no decent skin at all, lays trembling in his bed, watching people putting leeches on his wounds, bit by bit. He has gone through this many times before, but he still feels a flood of terror.

Shu tries to get used to these, even if he is only an assistant this time --- he needn't do that thanks to his injury. Elira helpes him.

(part 1)Summary:『I used to recollect this moment in countless dark nights. The scene may have faded in the time river, yet dead leaves are still falling in the autumn when we first met.』
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In an underground warehouse of an old library.

"Mysta...Rias..." the old man holds the tiny name card, and finally puts on his copper glasses.