"DXD: Multiverse Journey"Chapter 211: Kurumi's Breakdown—The White Queen Emerges
Kurumi still refused to believe him, suspicion etched deep in her eyes.
Shuo didn't bother arguing further. Instead, he reached out with a thought—and sent her the memories.
Instantly, Kurumi's mind was flooded with visions—painful, vivid, undeniable.
She saw it all:
Sawa Yamauchi, killed by her own trembling hands, plummeting into a world between worlds.
There, Sawa's soul merged with the cast-off fragment of Kurumi's own inverted self, becoming the White Queen—a being born of grief and abandonment.
Sawa's hatred for the world that had crushed them both burned bright. By chance, Kurumi herself stumbled into that same neighboring realm, crossing paths with Sawa—but failed to recognize her friend, now fused with the darkness inside.
Sawa only wanted to stay with Kurumi. But history repeated itself; Kurumi, driven by old wounds, struck her down with the Twelfth Bullet.
In her final moments, Sawa confessed—her voice trembling with love and heartbreak—before vanishing from existence once more.
When the visions faded, Kurumi felt herself dying all over again.
Her face drained of color, lips trembling.
"How… How could this happen?"
The words barely left her mouth before she vanished, lost to her own pain.
As expected, the truth had shattered her—again.
Shuo explained just enough to Tohka and the others, then slipped out into the city to find the girl whose heart he'd just broken.
The city, once vibrant with summer heat, had slipped into a mournful chill.
A breeze carried the faint sound of a girl's quiet sobbing.
On a barren stretch of grass, a solitary headstone stood:
Sawa Yamauchi—Beloved Friend
Kneeling before it was a girl whose beauty was almost supernatural:
A black gothic dress, trimmed with crimson ribbons and lace. Black gloves, red armbands, high heels adorned with more red and lace.
Her long black hair spilled down her back like midnight silk, bangs veiling her left eye.
Her pale skin glowed against the gloom, and her right eye—red, flecked with gold—held the shape of a clock. A single tear-shaped beauty mark beneath it only deepened the mystery.
But today, there was no hint of her usual mischievous smile.
Kurumi's face was twisted in agony.
She stared at the black-and-white photograph on the headstone—Sawa's playful grin frozen in time.
Kurumi reached out, hand shaking, fingertips brushing the cold stone.
"Why? Why did it have to end like this?"
The sky seemed to answer, darkening as rain began to fall.
"Why!"
"Why!!"
"Was everything I did just… meaningless?"
"Is tragedy all I'll ever find?"
The rain grew heavier, mingling with the tears streaming down Kurumi's face.
She knelt there for what felt like hours, until her sobs faded and her eyes burned red.
Her heartbreak only made her beauty more haunting—something fragile, desperate, and impossible to look away from.
Anyone witnessing her pain would feel the urge to protect her.
Kurumi Tokisaki, undone by the truth, had returned to mourn at Sawa's grave.
She tried to hold back the tears, but the pain was too much.
She cried—harder than she had since the day she'd been tricked by the First Spirit and killed her friend.
She'd thought herself done with tears. She was wrong.
"Cry. Let it out. You don't need to carry it alone."
A gentle, aching male voice drifted from behind her.
Kurumi froze, then rose to her feet, turning sharply.
A boy stood there in Raizen High's uniform—handsome, gentle, eyes full of warmth.
Of course.
It was Shuo Nangong—the one who'd driven her to tears, the one who always found her, no matter how far she ran.
Kurumi's grief snapped into anger.
She glared at him, voice icy:
"Tch. Liar. Why are you following me? Want me to kill you?"
A cold, dangerous aura radiated from her.
Shuo saw it—a shadow rising from her small frame, like a storm about to break.
Was Kurumi about to snap? About to invert?
A bead of sweat slid down Shuo's cheek.
He raised his hands in surrender, sighing.
"I came to talk you down, princess. You ran off before I could finish, back at school."
Kurumi's eyes narrowed.
"Then say it. What do you want?"
Shuo met her gaze.
"If you truly want to change Sawa's fate… I can help you."
Kurumi's mismatched eyes flashed with suspicion.
"Oh? And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
For a moment, Shuo saw another soul flicker behind her eyes—white-haired, twin-tailed, dressed in a military uniform.
The White Queen.
He snapped back to the present, his expression sobering as he looked into Kurumi's face.
"Well, since you don't believe me, maybe you'll believe Sawa herself. I'll let her talk to you—face to face."
Kurumi froze, then let out a bitter laugh.
"Heh. I get it. You want me to invert, don't you?"
"But… I'm telling you, that's impossible. There's nothing left in this world that could make me invert."
Shuo raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at his lips.
"Kurumi-chan, you're confident. But if anyone else tried, sure—it'd be impossible.
For me? Not so much."
He leaned in, voice soft but unyielding.
"Besides, I have to admit—the White Queen, in her white uniform, is a sight to behold. And her Crazy Emperor's spatial powers? Pretty impressive."
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