Zide glances lightly at the room.
Then I noticed that the girl with blue hair was asleep.
“You know that, don't you? Who is she?"
"It must be your body." But the magic is Sheila's. "
Yes, that's correct.
Nerim shrugged his shoulders.
I threw away my evil sword in a state of weakness.
Surrender?
"I don't have teeth now." That's all I know. "
"... um"
Zied looks at it.
It doesn't look like it's transferring, or it doesn't feel like it's a trap.
"Don't be so vigilant. I have something important to tell you."
What's so important?
"Yes, for you and for her..."
"--Muzzled... heh, where are we...?"
Sheila wakes up.
"Good morning, Sheila."
"Huh, me!?"
I'm Nerim, the Evil Sword.
"... nnh... it's like Riff said... ah! Zed!"
Nerim's words caught me in the eyebrows, but I saw Zed before I could dig up his memory.
Then I jumped up and hugged him.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa."
"Hey! With my body...!"
"It's been a long time since I absorbed the ingredients of Zido!"
Sheila breathes in with a full smile.
Then, with satisfaction, Toron and his trance face.
"-Sheila...?"
Zed's expression suddenly clouded.
What's the matter?
"You... what is that?" Is it magic? "
What, what?
Sheila couldn't remember herself. That's why I just woke up from sleep, so I couldn't have done something.
There Nerim opened his mouth in grief.
“I have something important to tell you. Zed, when you entered this room, you undid the magic."
Yeah, I was trying to escape with a transfer.
"With that bounce, Sheila's... no, the magic that was hanging on my body was actually activated." The absolute [Curse of Death],
"What...!"
"What, what? What do you mean?"
Zed and Quena were stunned.
Sheila, the person in question, didn't seem to have swallowed the situation.
Sheila was the first to see the magic.
From Sheila's point of view, it felt like a breeze.
However, at that moment, Zeed's enormous magic power surrounded his body.
"... I can't offset that. Why?"
"It is the finest of the Shinto magic that is handed down to the [Astaire's disciple]." It will take time for your eyes to see everything. I'm sure I won't be able to make it. "
Isn't that the magic you put on me?
"No, I'm on the hanging side." I became an evil sword to protect myself from that magic. The Curse of Death can only be applied to living beings-that is, if the subject is not engaged in life activities, the Curse will not be activated. That's why I changed into an evil sword and spent a long time. After returning to human form, I switched my mind with Sheila with alternative magic, and my (Nerim's) body was in a suspended state. In the first place, I was possessed by Sheila to use her to deepen my modern knowledge and solve the magic of the curse that was hung on me... but I haven't found a way to decurse it. "
So you can't cast a magic spell to put Sheila into suspended animation again?
"Just now, after you offset the magic, your body is rapidly beginning to erode." When I get here, there's nothing I can do. "
……
Zide's eyes suddenly moved.
To understand the magic, his head was spinning more than ever before.
"What, what? What's going on?"
Sheila looks at Nerim, Zeed, and Quena with a sense of alienation and a slight sense of crisis.
"I'm sorry I got you into this, but I wanted to get you home safe. I rushed to attack the Astaire base and scour the literature, but I couldn't find anything to heal this magic.”
"Um..."
Sheila raised her hand lightly.
I seemed to have a question.
"What's the matter...?"
Nerim says with a gentle voice.
"Even if you say it in my face, it's all uncomfortable"
She smiled as if she had enlightened herself somewhere.
The teatized rhetoric contained a subtle notion of giving up.
That's why I stood idly by and showed it to you.
It was with a deep sense of grief at Nerim.
Her gentle heart caught a glimpse of it.
"Fufu, yeah."
That's why Nerim nodded and responded with a smile to Sheila, who smiled.
It has been known for hundreds of years that there is nothing I can do about my body.
Understanding that, I put Sheila at risk and put her to death.
Soon, Nerim was struck by bitter regret.
The girl who thought she was her own duplicate lately - she wasn't the one who should die.
But everything was too late.
All I can do is to redeem my life after everything is over.
It was the same for Quena, who could only stand by and watch.
I want to do something, but I can't find it.
I'm going to kill my friend.
Sadness, despair, guilt.
I could not help but feel frustrated at myself.
However, unlike the former two, Zeid focused his eyes.
Nerim, come on.
"... what? Maybe you're trying to use an alternative magic?" Then it's no use. The curse of death first erodes the body, then the spirit. The curse has already passed from body to mind. Even if Sheila and I switched spirits with alternative magic, Sheila's spirit would never escape the fate of death. "
Sounds like a lifesaver.
However, my readiness to die was overwhelming.
But it didn't matter to Zed.
"--Come quickly."
Nerim responded by approaching to Zide's serious expression.
Then Zeid grabbed Sheila with his right hand and Nerim with his left.
……
Nerim moves his body in a crisp fashion.
And then for a moment.
Sheila and Nerim looked at each other.
Why, why!
"What? Who are you?"
Blonde girl - Sheila tilts her neck.
Nerim, the blue-haired girl, dyed her face in astonishment. At least I was surprised that the magic I was supposed to be able to do was being used.
Nerim checked his body first and noticed. There was no curse magic on Nerim by the [Astaire].
After all, Sheila didn't have any magic either.
It was impossible to create new decurse magic in such a short time.
There is an answer in Nerim's mind. At the same time, I saw Zed.
"...... ah, I knew you could do this kind of application after all......"
Zeed looked slowly at his body.
"Ah, you..."
Nerim could not continue with any further words.
I was exhausted.
Be aware of the situation that is going to happen to him.
I felt guilty for taking over all his business.
"Hey, Sheila. I like it."
"Haha!?"
"--So live happily ever after."
The black pattern is on Zide's face.
At last, the magical progression was clearly eroding in everyone's eyes.
(How long has it been since I heard your heart beat so fast?... oh, yeah. You're scared to die, aren't you?)
Zeed collapses from his leg.
Her face drooped without strength.
Zed!
Quena and Sheila hold Zid's hand.
(Oh, it's warm...)
I remember the right feeling and raise my face as I tremble.
To see their faces.
― ― However, the darkness was all that was in Zide's eyes.
"Huh... Quenna...? Sheila...? Where...?"
"Jeez, stop joking, right?" You don't have to be poisoned! What a curse...! "
Quena speaks in a voice that makes her feel like she's having a nightmare.
"If it is a curse transferred to the mind, in theory it is possible to swap it with alternative magic... but since it is theoretically possible, it should be possible in real battles... and!" It is too heavy for you to carry. This is... the strongest pair of personalized magic. something that has existed before in history..... "
Nerim says it and stops.
It's no consolation, because I know that it's just a way to show off my knowledge.
"Tell me, Evil Sword!" Zed, this is bad!? There's no way I can help you! My... my life is no good!? "
If Nerim suggests any means, Sheila will be able to put it into action without a moment's confusion.
Even if it really means giving your life.
"If anything happens... I'm doing it, too." This self-sacrifice is a true testament. He loved you all. It wasn't fake, it was real love. "
It was a pure word.
It was admirable, stunning, and respectful.
However, the emotion that sprang up on Sheila was unusual for her, and she was angry.
"What is self-sacrifice?" If you don't sacrifice yourself, isn't it real? I don't think so. Even if the day comes when Zed betrays me... I won't regret believing it. That changed my life. He was so kind to me. That's all... it was fun to be with you-- "
The warmth of Zeed, which is still subtly left.
Sheila grabs Zid's hand and greets her on the cheek.
"--That's okay, I believe you." Zied won't die like this, will he? "
Sheila's tears hit Zed's cheek.
Moments.
A pale light envelops Zeed's body.
Nerim was the first to react.
"What, this?"
The confusion showed that something other than the curse brought about by the [disciple of Astaire] was happening.
The light eventually removed the eroded magic.
"...... is that it? What... is it?"
Siiiiiiiii!
Uuuu
Sheila clung to it.
Quenna, who was supposed to scold Sheila's behavior, watched warmly as she wiped away her tears.
“I knew it. You're not gonna die. He's not the one who dies because of this."
From that reassuring expression, the anxiety in the depths of my heart was hidden behind the words of disconnection.
And there was only one person with an inexplicable face at this place.
Nerim.
"Why... did you have the magic to cancel it...?" Or do you think there are antibodies to the curse...? But... how did Zed...? only Zido...? "
Nerim muttered.
There was also light despair there.
Nerim certainly saw it.
These magic friends are dying.
And even the traitor who cast this magic--
The curse erosion was the same as what Nerim had seen. It was supposed to be an unmistakable harbinger of death.
"--This is what Riff said."
Zeed takes the magic item out of his pocket.
Beautifully cut, it can be mistaken for a jewel at first glance.
It was away from its original shape and had just been cut off when I finished my work.
The magic power had already disappeared.
It is no longer a truly indestructible ornament.
Except for the vivid structure of the built-in magic circuit.
"Explain to me, what... is going on?"
Nerim looked down.
I can't see the expression on my face.
However, if you see trembling voices and falling tears, you will naturally see emotions.
In such a state, the sympathy of the three people who did not know the circumstances was outweighed by the anger involved.
"If you want to know, follow me. Let's go under the riff with us."
"Either way, I don't have a choice."
Nerim nodded.
When they saw her like that, they recovered their composure.
"... oh, I see. Maybe it's close..."
Zid says to Sheila.
"Fuah!"
Sheila, who had hugged me until now, pushed away.
She was usually aggressive, but it seemed like her shame would come back when she had to. Her face is dyed bright red.
There was a slight sense of distance between the two of them.
Quena sighed in amazement.
"Nerim, I'm sorry."...... Sheila, have you forgotten something? "
"I-I forgot...?"
Didn't Zed say anything to you earlier?
Quena tries to evoke Sheila's memories.
It was a reminder to 'reply quickly'.
"Whoa, whoa. I'll see you later...!"
"--Me too!"
Sheila raises her voice.
A small, but adorable voice.
"--I love it too!"
Say, Sheila puts her lips on Zed.
It conveys a soft feeling to each other.
It would take less than a second to do so, but it would have felt like eternity for the two of us.
My heart's beating.
Even when I'm away, I can still hear it.
"... what am I being shown?"
"That's why I apologized."
Nerim and Quena were talking next to each other.
Nerim turned his gaze away while reddening his face so that he didn't see much.
Quena, on the other hand, nodded contentedly as she watched Zed and Sheila.
Zed and Sheila didn't see what was happening to them.