Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

"Ahhhhhhh!

A scream of bitter elatoma and a splashing blood splash.

But the fatal injury had been averted by Elatoma twisting her body on the edge of the effect of the protective magic prop she was wearing, and the damage had fallen into one arm. Additionally, I can see that although I am distorting my face to pain, my eyes that capture me are sharp and I am not willing to give in to this extent.

Naturally, it's a natural reaction.

If you are a heartbreaker to this extent, you have fled a long time ago without being in this position. We didn't, because if we don't get rid of us now, we'll be chased for the rest of our lives, and we know that standing on the surface stage, like before, will hardly inspire people and spill high vistas.

- First, keep away from the holy tree.

You can't miss this chance you finally got.

Step further into breaking between the holy tree and Elatoma, and wrap ice around the holy knife to increase your body and range. And all the warcraft trapped in the ice-column flashed with the intention of slashing them.

"Huh!"

Before Eratoma leaps back and forth with a tongue punch, I quickly run my gaze to the holy tree behind me and look for a strange one.

It was easy to find heterogeneous magic out of a white tree full of clean magic, frozen and deactivated as soon as I found the fragments of my family that had been placed at the root and branches of the branches, and there was the appearance of Elatoma staring at me in a haunted form.

"Astra!"

I'll take care of Sacred Wood.

Leave the holy tree to Astra, who has rushed in with Lord Pinez and Lord Velco beside him at times like when I raise my voice or no, to confront Eratoma.

Soon, it was raining.

"I can't believe we're growing so rapidly... As Maris said, the world abominably loves you... envious and envious..."

Countless formations emerge in front of Elatoma, jalalijalali with countless magic items in his hands as he shields ice statues and newly created warcraft. A slightly distorted grin floats on Elatoma's face illuminated by various colors of light, such as red, blue, and yellow in green.

"Right now, I want you dead."

Cut-luminescent formations spit out fireballs, water spears, wind sickles, and fist-huge ice cubes, and lightning arrows run through the universe as they sew between them, and dozens of stone spears about their height appear from the ground.

Now it was my turn to get rid of the sight.

- How much money are you putting in!

As I spit evil in my heart at the numerous magics that have unfolded extensively, I jump into the barrage and let the flames, the water, the wind, the thunder and the stones all fall apart at will.

Every single attack that used them at all costs, said to be first-class items among expensive demonic props, is powerful, up, down, left, right. There's no escape route anywhere, and behind it is a holy tree wrapped in a junction that Astra would have put up, and it won't come true to fall.

If there's a live line, there's an elatoma. Forward.

Even if we know there's a trap ahead of us that we've reached, there's no way out of here except to move on.

The Warcraft were waiting for them as they would have if they had escaped the barrage of demonic props, so they add magic to the Holy Knife and twist it down. Decaying and scattered like powdered snow, the warcraft vanished early enough to be shed in the growing rain.

No major injuries, but thanks to a bunch of luxury magic props and warcraft that have been used a lot, I'm a lot worn out too, but I don't have time to rest.

The more powerful demon tools it takes to activate, and many traps need to be set up in advance. You will be spending your wealth gained at the Shultz Chamber of Commerce on demonic props, and the more time you give, the more Elatoma's maneuvers and methods of warfare you will have.

If I ran my gaze around to add a piece at once, I found the spreading white smoke and Elatoma trying to hide herself in it, and I kicked the ground without getting lost.

- I found it.

Pack the distance to capture the elatoma within the range, taking care not to lose sight of it in the white smoke that gradually increases in intensity.

It was the moment I stepped into white smoke that I was able to detect the anomaly.

Steam!

When you understand the identity of white smoke in the heat of burning your skin, the red boiled ground appears in your eyes a few steps away, and the sound of increased intensity of rain evaporating with juju shivers your eardrums.

But the momentum doesn't stop suddenly.

I rushed to defend myself with ice, using wind magic to jump over the lava and jump full of power.

Probably around the lava are magic props used to control bugging, room temperatures, etc. Fortunately, the rain had increased the amount of steam and spread a little further away. I'm not going to get hurt if I'm stuck unaware.

But it was only for a moment that I was relieved.

Elatoma, who was behind the lava, jumped heavenly, and beneath me was a net of bees and exploding thunder.

There is no longer time to let the falling body out of the broad running thunder according to gravity, and I look to Elatoma, who is at my feet ready, conscious of the pulling cheeks.

There is no alternative to the inevitable.

When this happens, it is a head-on battle whether the power of the magic props prepared by Elatoma is higher or mine.

As I stare at Elatoma, who holds a dagger with a disastrous magic, I put the Holy Knife over my head. And by mistake, he clenched the pattern with his full strength to avoid dropping it with the shock of thunder, and shook it down with all his might.

As soon as the cuttoe touched, the thunder that blew up conveyed itself and the pattern, and the pain ran all over his body.

It sucks because of the ice and rain. It hurts.

But if you don't push this off and slash Elatoma, you'll get that dagger in a steep spot in the middle of nowhere.

- Bees, bees, bees!

If I shoved the Holy Knife in with a roar to shake the pain through my whole body, a spark flew between me and Elatoma, and a beat later bucking-bucking loud sounded without being undone by the rain.

The net of thunder that was holding the Holy Knife back dissolves into the universe, and my arm that was stopping moves out.

Elatoma did not turn a blind eye from the impending white blade to the end.

- Tossss.

Slowly Elatoma's body leans back and sinks after a dagger with disastrous magic fell on the damp leafy soil.

How long was he watching Eratoma's clothes dyed red, motionless while falling on his back, pouring like rain washing his whole body?

Returning to me with the pain of the Shizukuishi dripping from my hair hitting my burnt hand, I lowered the holy knife, which remained clenched with both hands, and walked over to Elatoma's side. And on his knees, he reached out to confirm his life and death.

Whether she bled too much or was struck by rain, her pale skin is terribly cold. But you can't just leave Elatoma's side, a raw pulse that you feel slightly if you push your fingertips to the neck muscle to check your pulse.

Did you notice by touching it firmly, Elatoma's lid slowly lifts up and the red balls peek into her face?

- The brave man is a pawn of the gods.

It was in such a clear tone that I didn't think I was dying.

Eratoma's eyes, which reflect me, are red and appear to be using [eclipse] or something, but whether it was bounced by the holy knife immediately loses its radiance and changes to black.

"The power... no matter what I do, Maris said that I will always look like you because I am loved by the world... but you, that woman and her father are going to be right... you go beyond my imagination in a hateful way. What an abomination to say this is heavenly destiny..."

Those hateful caged eyes didn't seem to look at me.

I don't know what kind of relationship there was between Grandma Amelia and Grandpa Son and Elatoma, and you won't even know if you look into it now. It's the mountains that want to hear more about what the hell happened with them and how they got involved in their deaths, but it tells the story of the little time that gradually shallow breathing left for Eratoma.

Then there's only one thing I should ask this guy.

"Where's Maris? What did he say?

"You don't have to worry. You'll see me soon. No matter what I or the outfield do, I will definitely patrol. Because Master Maris said that's what brave men and demon kings are for... poor thing, too."

"Pathetic?"

If you hear a zero grunt back from Elatoma's mouth, your blue lips will grin moulded and distorted by a beautiful arc.

"It's a shame you can't see the end of the crowned king."

"What does that mean?"

It was then that I tried to lean back to further inquire into the Elatoma I whispered.

"Doyle!"

A sharp voice to blame calls me.

Then the black shadow over the head.

It was almost at the same time Elatoma struck me in the tongue as I jumped out reflexively.

A large white fang peeking from the black scale covers and hides the figure of Elatoma, grabbing its body in its mouth as it chooses the soil. In Eratoma's slight peek, it looks like a magical prop that emits a suspicious light.

You tried to throw the magic prop you were activating. Your mouth is completely closed where the force is caged in your hand, and the black dragon looks up to heaven. And with the sound of gokuri, a large dragon's throat waved slightly.

- Huh?

Eratoma, who disappeared into his mouth, and the near-activated demonic prop that was being held in his hand, in the mouth of a closed dragon, a black scale that waves. Guided by a series of sights was the conclusion that 'every demon prop was eaten elatoma'.

"Astra!?

If you raise your voice, your golden eyes will slowly reflect me.

"It's not what I could have said that was put on and used properly, but you shouldn't lend ears to the words of the devil. If you'd listened to me like that, they'd have taken you on the road, wouldn't they?

I have no words for Astra, who has become humanized again while saying so.

Am I the only one who thinks I helped Elatoma as long as I can remember the magic props that were in her hands? It was a pretty disastrous feeling light in the first place, but is Astra okay with swallowing that stuff?

Astra glanced up at the sky and narrowed her eyes, thinking things were wrong but she didn't know what to say.

"I hear my fathers roar. Soon you'll start climbing the mountains."

"You better hurry. It's so close to people, it can be a profound opponent, it can be a residual sentiment, but there's no time to stop."

Match the eyes of gold with a single person and breathe in the spoken word.

How long the hell has Astra been looking at me and Elatoma?

With that question, the idea that you swallowed it before I ran out of guilt by putting an elatoma in my hands that was hardly different from a human being passed through my brain.

... so that I don't stop here.

If I kept talking to Elatoma like that, it would only have been dangerous to me.

I guess that's why you worried about me and helped me, but maybe Astra was anxious to look at me as I headed to make sure Elatoma survived without claiming her neck more than that. Or maybe you were afraid I'd spend some time trying to stop the cause of your wife's death.

As long as you look at Astra's gaze at me, it won't be a mistake.

I remember being told not to be confused.

And also the meaning that the words "the dragons have moved out.

What comes to mind are the people of the mercenary regiment, including Lord Muske and Lord Scola, and the lively Fortrace, and then the seniors and Scion, who remain stranded, to Lord Sumva and Mr. Richter and Julia waiting in Handel.

Handel promised. We must deliver the former king of Pines and rendezvous with his predecessors and Zion, and if it is not possible, ask Mr. Richter and the others to search him.

And I'm going with Astra to the battlefield of Fortrace.

"Collect Lord Pinez and Lord Velco and head to Handel."

"Oh."

Astra exhaled small as if relieved, telling the conclusion drawn by her head, which began to turn rapidly. Then nodding satisfactorily, line up next to me.

The rain stopped at some point.