A NEET’s Guide to the Parallel World: Healer, the Strongest Cheat?

Amadeus grumbles the word "grandiose“ intransigently. But I don't see the will.

I don't hide in a mask and can't see.

No one was going to know the meaning of trivial words whining about unusual thoughts and personalities.

Then the tree suddenly stands still over the sky. Oki slowly continued to descend, stopping the movement.

The political sect looks at it the same way, but I don't think I'm surprised at how it looks.

Unlike the others, emotions that just seemed boring could also be read from above the mask.

My shoulders are slowly lowered and I guess I'm not motivated anymore.

Is it because Sieg called me out of the blue?

Then Oki starts to rock the whole thing as if it were in a strong wind.

And as detached, it came down slower than the great tree, where one small tree stopped.

One, and Siege and Brahms narrow their eyes to the way it is, staring at a single tree that slowly descends.

"That's..."

The reason the two of you were blinded - that's not what it was when you found Ogi.

I mean, the more you stare, the more weird the tree had.

- A human corpse with a hanging neck.

No, I don't know if that's human or not.

But the corpse of the human head is attached to the branched tip of the tree that descends alone.

Then slowly its neck corpse opens its eyes. The tree was already coming down near everyone by the time it could be confirmed. But above.

And besides, he opens his mouth and starts whining about something.

"More than a miserable life... dear death..."

And whenever he was squealed, the eyes of the first corpse opened, and when the eyes - the inner and outer corners of the eyes tore apart, the eyeballs popped out, and it captured Brahms.

"As much as I admire you, dear Death... as much as I dream of you..."

And his eyes open, and the first corpse captures Brahms with a full grin on the dead minister.

"Welcome dear death with a laugh of praise!

- Word of the first corpse, which can also be a signal of some kind.

At that moment, the little tree rocked its body as violently as it had been exposed to strong winds, as the great tree far above it had shown earlier.

Immediately after, countless round orange fruits splashed from the growing grass, branches and gaps.

And on the cheek of the first corpse, a large grain of tears falls zero.

"Death dearer than a miserable life! As much as I admire you, dear Death! If you're serious enough to dream! Welcome dear death with a laugh of praise!

A corpse crying out with that grin, obsessively abominable.

And unlikely citrus seeds (,,,,) from that little figure covered over Brahms.

Amadeus spreads his hands like that and laughs as he swallows lavishly.

"Kuhahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

And I lay my hands on Brahms.

"I will give you a dear death. Appreciate it? Destroy it greatly..."

At that time, splashed citrus seeds flew around it, including Brahms.

Citrus seeds that continue to fall indefinitely one after the other - the sound of stuffing in the wetlands and the sound of being slapped and crushed echo.

That sounds as if people are chewing food over and over as they open their mouths.

They hear without gaps and dominate hearing.

The stuffing sometimes absorbs the impact of the fall, but from above it again the citrus seeds pour down and the sound of chewing never stops.

And crushed citrus seeds - the contents of which are brightly colored orange pulp. It wasn't, it was red and drooling, like a creature's gut.

It emits a strange odor like the dead meat of a cow, and no longer has the shadow of a citrus.

When I noticed, my surroundings were wrapped in pulp (,) that I didn't even know if it was gut and the smell of dead meat.

So much so that even the Spirit King suppresses his nose. Brahms set himself up in the unstoppable rain, covering his head with his arms, yet alerting Amadeus.

And the rain stops. []/(adj-na, n, adj-no) (uk) uncomfortable/

"What is the end...... sad. It just leaves a sense of loss, passing as if nothing had happened before"

Amadeus immersed in sentiment in a wetland zone of faded sound.

But when Amadeus turned his hand on him, Brahms realized it wasn't the end.

"Then you just have to end it -"

And as with the first corpse word, Amadeus shrugs as if it were some kind of signal.

"Stay alert!

Shortly afterwards, something popped up simultaneously from a swingless, quiet, red puddle of pulp and fruit juice spreading around.

That's a blemish at first glance. On further reflection, it's still a blemish.

A blemish of such a common size that it seems to grow better than normal.

They flew to Brahms in unison, surrounding them.

"Brahms!"

With a hurried look, a calling Spirit King.

"Dear Borut! It's lightning!"

"Wow, I know! Come on!"

Answering that instruction, Borut immediately covered Brahms with blue lightning. But...

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

- Immediately afterwards, the mites slip through the Spirit King's blue armor without any influence.

In an instant Brahms covered his entire body with a large swarm of mites.

"Guh! Guh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

Amadeus laughs naturally from the bottom of his heart, not like the decorated voice he had just had.

"Gwwwwwwww!"

"Huhahahahahahahahahaha! Fun ~! How do you feel blessed with citrus?! I regret I was born."

Does Amadeus feel good or keep laughing high? There would be a full smile under that mask.

But then, suddenly, the red and black fluctuations covered Brahms' body.

When I realized it covered not only Brahms, but all those citrus and odor-releasing objects scattered around me.

- "Erosion Wave" "Disparaise Aura".

It was the magic of the political sect.

"The farce is over"

When the political sect groaned so, the citrus seeds that had already wrapped around Brahms' body had been removed, and everything had been eroded, including the surrounding sources of odor.

…………

Amadeus looked at the scenery in front of him, which had changed in an instant, and was so shocked or stood up.

And when Amadeus opened his mouth, Amadeus was pointing his body at the political ministry, not Brahms.

"You..."

Amadeus' red eyes captured the political sect.

Meanwhile, the dying Brahms.

From the neck down - breaking through the clothes, with countless little holes all over the body.

Blood was flowing from it, and the seeping spread stained Brahms' clothes bright red.

"Brahms! Hold on! Your contract is weak! Not like this..."

"Dear Mr. Boruto... Let's conclude a contract... for this, until now, until Mr. Boruto..."

That's when a yellow-green magic formation appeared at Brahms' feet.

And the same yellow-green light enveloped Brahms - the healing (heel) of the political sect.

It heals Brahms and the wound rapidly gets blocked.

Amadeus is just silent and staring at the state of it. And asked the political ministry.

"What, are you going to?

"What?... That's our line, isn't it?

"I'm asking what imitation..."

Candidates for kings should understand each other's emotions - do you mean? Amadeus blames the action of the political clergy.

At that time, three magic formations appeared behind Zeke, who was sitting beside him.

Sieg reacts and looks back immediately, but soon realizes it's a metamagic formation.

And what emerged from it was Toyotomi Schneizel, who took the two gold knights to escort them.

Schneizel immediately checks the surrounding situation and finds out what the political sect looks like.

"Lord Nito!

And I call, but the political ministry does not respond.

"Next to next..."

On the other hand, Amadeus, who looks fed up.

When Amadeus confirmed Schneizel's appearance, he breathed a deep sigh from his exasperated appearance until earlier, and looked terribly frightened by the multitude gathered there.

"Man everywhere I look... I'm tired"

From where the political sect is, the words would have been heard. But the ordinance, just staring at Amadeus' white-distorted mask, says nothing.

"Let's honor Alford for his confidence and courage. You guys............ I'll keep you alive"

Amadeus doesn't know what the hell that uncomfortable “while” means.

But Amadeus, the last of the words, disappeared.

Magic or skill...... I don't know how it works, but when Amadeus' body is covered in a familiar red and black shadow, it compresses like it was taken in.

And he disappeared as he was - just staring at the political ministry as he left.

"Knock..."

You don't think he got away - but I could see from Sieg's expression his thoughtlessness.

It's like they let you get away with it. Regardless, a political sect might have been able to counter it, but it seems that the current political sect has no intention of doing so.

"Nito... why did you let him get away?

I'm not blaming you. Sieg just didn't get it.

From Siege's point of view, Nito would have at least been injured by his hand, so much so that he seemed to have plenty of room for a political sect.

"I..."

It seemed that the political sect was trying to answer the question. But for some reason it's jammed.

Borut, on the other hand, is clear with Brahms. And one article looks down at Eliza with her face buried in Alford's chest.

Having lagged behind in those situations, Schneizel was unable to organize his head and sought answers to Sieg's conversation with the political ministry.

"Sieg...... stop calling me anymore. It's annoying. I have something to do, too."

……

Sieg looked back once at the words and saw Alford lying down. To make it look like a political sect......

"I'm sorry about Alford. If I'd come a little sooner... I might have saved you..."

"Amadeus is the enemy of Alford. You can't leave me alone. Nito? Aren't you? Alford's one of us, isn't he?

"I don't know..."

"What?... Now what?

Sieg narrows his eyes and stares at the political sect.

"Lord Nito!

That's when I saw Schneizel walking over here.

"Schneizel... what can I do for you?

"... the lack of love, I'm sure it's Lord Nito."

Schneizel exchanges words for joking.

"Answer my question, will you? ……

But on the other hand, Sieg doesn't mind if Schneizel shows up. The words of a political sect like the earlier push were hooked.

But the ministry opened its mouth to Schneizer, not to Sieg.

"We just met a few days ago, Schneizel. Let me tell you something, that's what your whole life has invited. It's not my problem."

"Hmm? What are you talking about?

"Sooner or later, you'll see."

Political sects don't talk any more. Instead of being passed on at all to Schneizel today, I have no idea.

The political ministry then made the whirlpool of the dungeon appear and finally told Sieg.

"I've contributed many times before. Occasionally, it was a fringe country every time, but I still shouldn't have said no. Sieg, you've been answering your requests, haven't you? Tell you what, that was your mistake, but, well, I don't care anymore. You must be aware of that by now, don't you?

"Nito......"

"You rely too much on me. You're the leader, aren't you? This is what you invited me to do, isn't it? It's not my fault. Depending on how you do it, Alford should still have been next to you. You're the one who created this impossible state of affairs."

And the political sect goes into the vortex.

"Don't get involved with me. We can't leave anymore..."

Sieg wouldn't know what that word means.

Sieg just couldn't say anything back.

Schneizel, speechless in his appearance, stared at Nito's hindsight as he vanished into the vortex.

And the political sect disappeared.