Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

"Oh, um... oh, Dad?

Mass said to peek at Sin's complexion.

"Chi, you're not, are you? Because I was a little shy of being serious, Ray was just relieving me of the tension, not that I didn't take the class seriously -"

"Mass"

pale, Singh said.

"I'm in class now. I'm not your father. I'm not impressed with public or private confusion."

"... su, sorry"

Mass leans down as he was frightened.

Singh said this as she stepped back to take the distance.

"Speaking of which, Ray Grandsdry. Where were you and what were you doing three nights ago?

"...?

Without breaking his smile, Ray asks back.

"No, it doesn't make any particular sense. Just."

Singh stopped and pointed her face at Ray.

"Three nights ago, my daughter came home later than usual."

It's so chilly in its eyes.

"Shall I ask again? Where were you and what were you doing three nights ago?

Magic is transmitted from Singh's hand, and the looting sword is dubiously brilliant.

It was a total public/private confusion.

"Oh, Father! That's what Ellen said when she went to Ellen's house and it was late."

To Mass's excuse, Singh immediately returns his words.

"She had practice that day as a Demon King choir. It wasn't until nightfall, but that day, you were working late at the Delzo Gate."

"... uh... is that what's wrong with you?

"All the choir girlfriends, especially Ellen's loyalty, want to set an example from me. It's hard for me to imagine a loyal minister like Ellen leaving the castle sooner than you do."

Loyalty knows loyalty.

Every day as the Demon King Choir, I guess Singh had something to think about when she saw the fan union girls working for the Demon King.

I mean, here's what he thinks.

I was wondering if Ellen had hooked up with Mass's palate.

"... Sometimes that happens..."

Mass laughs like trouble.

It was just a painful excuse in front of Singh.

"Mass, I didn't ask you. Stay back, it's dangerous."

"So, but, Dad, you know, it's terrible for Mr. Ray"

"I'm not your father now"

"... Yes"

Mass pulls back with a troubled look on his face, but with no choice.

Worried. When she glanced at Ray, he smiled refreshingly.

All I'm saying is that it's okay.

"Shall I have the question answered, Ray Grandsdry"

"You can say anything with your mouth."

Ray draws a magic formation with one hand.

The divine light gathers there, and he grabs the summoned Spiritual Divine Sword Evans Mana, in his right hand.

"Let me answer that question with this sword"

"Let's buy cleanliness. But if you have a crush on your fat muscle, I'll rip it right off."

Confronting Ray and Singh.

Mass had a bewildered look and spoke to both of them.

"... uh, Mr. Ray? Um, that's the Spiritual Divine Sword, right? Wasn't it the Holy Sword that destroys the Demon King? What's your father trying to take from you with his looting sword? Um, both of you, are you calm?

But at the earliest, the two men who concentrated on each other's swords and swords were silent.

"Oh, haha... duh, what shall we do...?

"What, there's a problem"

Mass looks back.

He seemed surprised that I was there at some point.

"No problem, Anosh, what do you mean?

"Sin was a man who didn't know love. But when I had a daughter named you, it was the first time I had lived in a place called Kindness. I didn't know love, so I guess I didn't know how to suppress it."

I told Mass that I didn't understand one thing.

"Simply put, it means you can't contain the parent idiot. I didn't know love would happen to Sin. What a smile."

"Uh... but the sword the two of us have now is not smiling at all...?

"It would be the path through which all parents with daughters would go. Ray must challenge with all his heart and win you over. Though, Sin is a clumsy man. Words alone don't understand each other that way. Drawing on that mood, Ray is trying to have a conversation with his sword."

"... dialogue with the sword, is it?

"If you can be as powerful as those two, if you cut them together, you can imagine how much each other's thoughts are"

"Is that what it is..."

Still half-heartedly and so on, Mass sends his gaze to both.

I noticed that Ray and Singh were about to start a meeting archery and the other students started paying attention to them.

"Hey. That. Could the Devil's Sword Dr. Singh have sucked... I feel so magical that it's not normal...?

"I mean, Ray, you pulled out the Spiritual Divine Sword. Yikes. Wasn't that the holy sword made to destroy the demon king!?

"Wait... wait... could this not be a single hit of the brave Canon and the Demon King's right arm Sin Reglia!?

"I knew you hadn't broken the obsession 2,000 years ago or something? So Dr. Singh is trying to put Ray's guy in class to be solemn..."

"If it wasn't, you wouldn't take out such a tremendous demon sword, and Ray wouldn't bring up Evans Mana, would you?

As the students breathe, they carefully distance themselves from the two.

It was like I didn't want to eat a roll.

"Kakkaka, Omae and others, stop the meeting and look at those two. Seems like you're going to be practicing what Dr. Singh said first. It's better than a prep movement or something."

"... the first thing you mean is that you're going to die?

"Exactly. Two thousand years ago, death was normal, as was overcoming death. If you feel death, you can't get to that point! You don't know how much you're going to die if you get hit, but you know it!

Dunn, and Yale Domed rattles the floor with a cane.

"And there's another benefit to experiencing death. Resuscitation. That's the magic that works at the root. By becoming aware of death, we become able to move away from the flesh and recognize our own roots. In that case, you will be able to feel what the magic ceremony of Resurrection means on your skin!

Kakakakaka, and Yale Domed raises his voice, giggling at his throat.

"That means Sin Reglia. To experience death quickly and to be aware of the basic roots in the basics of battle, it is abusive but delicate, not exactly the right arm of the Demon King!

And Bishy and the king of death took two men with his staff, and said quietly.

"Look, it's moving."

Ray kicks the ground.

Sin was already looming in front of me, as if I had prefaced that move.

"... Phew...!

Gaggyyyyyy and straight spiritual god swords collide with looting swords.

The aftermath of tremendous magic bounces around and disturbs the students' hair and uniforms with wind pressure.

The magic of the sword is superior to the Spiritual Divine Sword, but the skill is slightly superior to that of Sin.

The two impasses antagonized, and Ray and Singh staggered their gaze.

"Do you mean three fights?

"Yes."

When Singh answered, a pale light covered the surroundings of the two.

It is the magic of

But that's not for converting thoughts into magic.

This is to make it easier to convey each other's sword thoughts to the other.

"...... haha!!!

Fully unleashing the power of the Spiritual Divine Sword, Ray pushes Singh to fly.

For a moment, Evansmana flashed to his right flank, making his posture twitch.

But that's an invitation. Sin, who dared to create a gap, completely discerns the attack and avoids it altogether with slight movement.

At the same time he stepped in and waved down the plundering sword at the perfect time.

Giglionojes' blow, which seemed inevitable, cuts the sky, however.

Ray's movements were also inviting, and he was reading that sword muscle and taking the back of Singh.

As Singh looks back, he flashes his looting sword.

At the same time, the Spiritual Divine Sword was waved down.

Sword flashes and sword flashes draw crosses.

A spark of wind pressure and magic scattered around him, and the two blades were engaged.

"That's a pretty stupid sword,"

"It's an honor to compliment you."

"But the moves are still awkward"

At the same time as the words, blood scattered from Ray's right shoulder.

Sin struck down the looting sword in an early and unstoppable task.

"... Huh...!!

Ray and Singh stagger the blades again.

During one breath, if you cut the sword a dozen times, Ray's right thigh is slashed and torn.

"... not yet...!!

Third collision.

A brilliant flush of spiritual god swords sifted with all his might, Singh ripped Ray's right breast open.

"... cum...!

Ray jumps out once, takes the distance.

"Successful steeplechase, isn't it? Not letting the looting sword take it is not a lot of skill. But how long will that last?

An impatient sword is more than he has ever been.

Because of her love for her daughter, Singh was completely overwhelmed with Ray.

"Oh, um... it's over now. What... it was three battles, wasn't it? Father, didn't you put three bottles in already?

"Say what. Not a single bottle in there yet."

Mass gave me a look like I didn't know what to say.

"Three fights means until one of us dies three times."

"... such a triple battle..."

"Don't worry about that. Three fights is a common rule in swordsmanship games 2,000 years ago. Sin and Ray are used to it."

Mass stares at Sin and Ray as they impulse each other, pulling their lips together at once.

"Hmm. Things like not giving in to both of them"

"Uh... we just really seem to be slashing each other, but is Ray and your father having some kind of dialogue with that...?

"Oh. Well, let me explain."

I used Leaks so that the two thoughts I felt could be conveyed to Mass.

"It's my interpretation. There may be a slight mistranslation, but I hope you generally think so."

At that moment, Ray moved.

Similar earlier, when you push Sin and make the distance, now tap into the blow of the Spiritual Divine Sword.

His courage was abounding in the sword.

- Give me your daughter!! -

Singh's sword was holding back the intense slaughter of Gagiwi and Evansmana.

- I don't...

Bottomless readiness overflows from Singh's Devil's Sword.

But Ray doesn't mind, he launches a fierce assault with the Spiritual Divine Sword.

Thirty strikes in one breath, the blade of a sword that never stops in your eyes strikes Sin.

At the same time, Sin sparkled his demon sword.

The extreme of sword speed, the two collide fast blades so that they compete with each other.

That was exactly the sight as if the inalienable thoughts and thoughts collided.

We put our faith in each other, we took pride in each other, and now Kanon, the brave man, and Singh, the right arm of the Demon King, meet the Holy Sword and the Demon Sword.

It's Cannon who challenges, and Sin who picks him up.

The strong thoughts of both become a spark of a bumped sword, bouncing and flying.

- Give me your daughter! I'll make sure you're happy! Put your life on the line!

- No, no, no, no! -

"... that's right... there's a single core in the soft sword that never breaks..."

"A hundred years early."

"In those centuries, I'll try to get over it while I'm meeting with you!

As if absorbing Singh's moves, Ray absorbs the momentum of the plundering sword with the Spiritual Divine Sword.

Using his own power, Singh's body was slightly annoyed.

- What shouldn't I be? If there's anything wrong, I'll fix it!

That sword of abandonment, wielded with the momentum of marriage, to get people to acknowledge socialization, is just the blade of courage. I'm not ready to show it to a permanent person.

If you're serious, do everything you can from the start. Even if I knew, it would be common for me not to be fluffy.

It is therefore a blow to the proposal, possible because it is Ray, who was called a brave man.

- Bullshit. Marriage, etc. is still early with this degree of skill. You can protect my daughter!

The blade without mercy, which knocks down that blow of courage without question, is just such a thing as the right arm of the Demon King?

Beyond reason and common sense, I don't do it anyway, it was just the top of an intransigent sword until irrational.

- Give me your daughter, give me your daughter, give me your daughter! -

- No, no, no, no, no! Hundreds of years early!

Swords and swords, blades and blades that go hand in hand.

The magic of the two men, who did not pull a single step with one another's faith, was small on the back of their backs with a fierce sword trident, diminishing all over them.

What you two are after is the secret of the sword. A special blow.

But a ray with seven roots is difficult to wipe out its magic completely.

Earlier, it was Singh who reached the frontier of nowhere.

"Plundering Sword, Secret One -"

The tip of Giglionojes' sword became like a whip, striking Ray as if he were a creature, at the mercy of an alteration.

""

- Give me back my daughter.

Between moments, six strikes in a row.

Ray lost his life six times.

Kun, and Ray fell on the spot like he lost his power.

"I've got six bottles. Apparently, it was 200 years early."

"... oh, Mr. Ray!

He changes his blood phase and runs to Ray, where Mass has fallen.

Then a magic formation appears on his body and the magic of < Resurrection (Ingall) > is used.

Murray, and Ray got up.

To him, Singh's cold gaze pierced him.

"If I punish you for this, it's not to bring Mass around too late at night. Otherwise, we may not have life next, but take its roots away"

Turn your back, Singh leaves.

"Father... not first, just a moment. Whoa..."

When Mass rushes, Singh calms down and kneels down.

"... uh... are you okay?

Mass peeks into Singh's face worryingly.

"Yep..."

That's what Singh said and did his hand to his own left chest.

Slightly bleeding.

"..."

Sin shrugs.

It is difficult for a ray with seven roots to exercise the secret of the sword as it is.

But at that moment, he came to the frontier at the edge of the line.

It didn't reach Singh's life, but it's true that he didn't even see that sword flash in his demonic eye.

"... Leno, if you think about it, has proposed immediately..."

I told him to put his thoughts into the past, and Singh stood up.

"Mass. I'll just say one thing"

Over his back to keep his gaze away from her, he opens his mouth.

"You can't socialize unless you're at least man enough to beat me"

"... well, if you say that, most men can't... your father is too strong..."

Without hearing Mass's grievances, Singh leaves the spot.

On the way, he said.

"And don't lie. If it is going to be late, please do so. I don't ask why."

"Huh...? Uh, is that...?

"Leno worries"

Mass smiles and looks back at Ray.

He smiled refreshingly again, too.

Sin leaving early from the spot. Or maybe the Spiritual Divine Sword cut off the fate of a stubborn kindness who can't admit to socializing -