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Another thread with Kikan Gentei Arcadia (Limited Time Arcadia), and link still works:

Please reupload all the link are broken. It's one of my favorites and i can't find the raws anymore, thank u.

Alternative link to DL (Mega), files are the same:

Alternative link to DL (MediaFire), files are the same:

The first link is not DL for Kirai ni naranaide series, but for this one:

It was shared for a limited time, looks like it is already deleted from Gigafile. But check this thread, it is the animanga video version:

The days of his punishment passed slowly. Too slowly. Alexander rose before dawn each morning, as he always had, but now his steps never left the inner grounds. He fasted until his hands trembled slightly during prayer, knelt until his knees ached against cold stone, and recited purification sutras until the words blurred together and lost their edges. Holy water traced symbols across his skin. Incense thickened the air. Silence pressed in from every direction. The rites were meant to cleanse. Instead, they sharpened his awareness of absence. At first, Alex told himself not to think about Alistair. He focused on breath, on posture, on the steady rhythm of devotion. But in the stillness, between chants, between heartbeats, his thoughts wandered anyway. He remembered the way Alistair’s eyes had dulled from fire to brown. The way his voice had lost its performative charm when it spoke honestly. The way he had asked when instead of demanding anything. Alex wondered if the mountain still hurt him. He wondered if he was eating, if demons even ate, or if that was a foolish, human concern. He wondered if Alistair had laughed at him afterward, dismissed the entire encounter as a novelty. And, more quietly, he wondered if he had hurt him in any way without realizing it. On the seventh night, when the final purification ended and the wards loosened just enough for him to breathe freely again, Alexander didn’t hesitate. He waited until the bells marked the hour of rest, until the monks retired and his father’s presence withdrew into meditation. Then, as he had done countless times before, Alex slipped from shadow to shadow, light bending around him like a held breath. He went to the forest. He went to the clearing. He waited. Dawn brushed the horizon pink and gold. Alistair never came. Alex returned to the temple with the sun, heart heavy but stubbornly hopeful. Maybe next time, he told himself. He went again and again, each time, he waited a little longer. Each time, he left with the same quiet ache settling behind his ribs, not sharp enough to be pain, not dull enough to ignore. He did not tell himself that Alistair had abandoned the offer. He told himself only this: He said it would be a choice. A month passed. The first sign came as a tremor beneath Alex’s feet during morning prayer. Not an earthquake, something subtler. A wavering in the wards that wrapped the mountain like a second skin. The incense flickered. A talisman along the eastern wall split down the middle with a sharp, cracking sound. Every priest felt it. The temple erupted into motion, voices calling, sandals striking stone, sacred weapons drawn. Alex rose instinctively, heart already racing, but a firm hand caught his arm. “Stay,” one of the elders commanded. “This may be dangerous.” “I can help,” Alex said, panic threading his voice. “You will remain here,” the elder replied. “If a demon has breached the barrier, you are a target.” The word demon hit him like a physical blow. Alex tried to calm himself. Many spirits tested the mountain. Many failed. This did not mean— A shout echoed from down the path. “Over here!” “Talismans—ripped clean off!” “Get back—don’t let it move!” Another voice, sharp with urgency: “It’s still alive—barely!” Alex’s heart sank. No. He pulled free before anyone could stop him. “Alexander—!” He ran. Down stone steps, past lanterns swinging wildly, through the thinning wards where the air grew heavy and charged. He felt the pressure immediately, the sickening density that pressed against his lungs and skin. This is what it felt like for him, Alex realized distantly. The priests were gathered in a wide arc along the mountain path, weapons raised, chants trembling on their tongues. At their feet .... Alexander stopped as the world seemed to narrow to a single point. Alistair lay crumpled on the sacred stone, body heaving in shallow, desperate gasps. His skin was pale, slick with sweat, fingers clawed weakly against the ground as if trying to pull breath from the earth itself. Two talismans lay shredded nearby, their power torn apart by desperate hands. Alex felt something inside him fracture. He came back. He pushed through the circle before anyone could stop him, dropping to his knees beside Alistair without hesitation. The holy pressure burned against his skin now, but he barely noticed. “Alistair,” he breathed, voice shaking. The demon’s chest stuttered under his palm, too fast, too weak. His lips were tinged blue. His eyes fluttered, unfocused. Why would you do this? Alex wanted to ask. Why didn’t you wait? Why didn’t you choose yourself? But all of it collapsed into one overwhelming truth: He was dying. Alex looked up at the priests, panic blazing through his composure. “Stop,” he said, voice cutting through the chaos. “Please ... he’s suffocating.” “He breached the barrier,” one of them snapped. “This is proof of hostile intent.” “No,” Alex said fiercely. “This is desperation.” He turned back to Alistair, hands glowing faintly as he tried to ease the pressure around him, even knowing how dangerous it was. “You idiot,” Alex whispered, tears burning at the corners of his eyes. “You said you were free.” His light wrapped around Alistair, not to purge or to bind—but to shield. Alexander had hoped they would meet again but he had never imagined it would be like this. Alexander barely registered the shouting at first. All of his focus was on the body beneath his hands, on the way Alistair’s breath stuttered and scraped, on the violent tremor that ran through him as the holy pressure crushed what little strength he had left. Alex shifted instinctively, placing himself between Alistair and the drawn weapons, his back to the circle of priests. “Stop,” he said again, louder this time. The word carried. It always did. The chants faltered. One by one, the priests hesitated, caught between training and reverence. Some lowered their weapons a fraction. Others tightened their grips, uncertain. “Alexander, move away,” an elder commanded sharply. “The demon is beyond the barrier. He is contaminating sacred ground.” Alex shook his head, fingers pressing more firmly against Alistair’s chest as if he could anchor him to the world through touch alone. “He’s dying,” Alex said, voice strained but steady. “Can’t you feel it? There’s no aggression. No resistance. He didn’t come here to attack.” “That is irrelevant,” another priest snapped. “Demons deceive even in death.” Alex looked up then. His eyes were wet, glowing faintly gold, but his gaze was unwavering. “He tore through the talismans knowing it would kill him,” Alex said. “No demon seeking conquest would do that. He came here because he had nowhere else to go.” A murmur rippled through the group, unease, doubt, fear. “Alexander,” an elder warned, stepping forward, “you are placing yourself in danger. Step aside.” “No.” The single word landed like a strike of a bell. Alex’s hands trembled now, not from fear, but from the effort of holding his light so carefully, shaping it into something that soothed instead of burned. He could feel how wrong the mountain was for Alistair, how every breath was a battle. “He can’t breathe here,” Alex said urgently. “If you strike him now, you won’t be defending the temple, you’ll be executing someone who surrendered.” A younger priest hesitated, eyes flicking between Alex and the demon. “High Priest Sato will ... ” “I’ll answer to my father,” Alex cut in, voice breaking just slightly. “I always do.” That gave them pause. He looked back down at Alistair, thumb brushing faintly against his wrist, searching for a pulse that felt too weak for comfort. “You came back,” Alex whispered, too softly for anyone else to hear. “You chose to walk.” His throat tightened. “I’m here,” he murmured. “I won’t let them hurt you.” One of the elders raised his staff, indecision etched into his face. “Alexander, if this creature dies on sacred ground—” “Then let it be because the mountain was too cruel,” Alex said fiercely, “not because we were.” Silence crashed over the path. 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