Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

A world colored with extreme colors.

That was the sight that jumped into the eyes of the hajimes who stepped into [the divine domain].

A space filled with various colors, unrecognizable to the end. It's as if he even lost his way into the world inside the chavon balls.

In such a strange space of colour, there was one white Asian passage that stretched straight ahead. No, rather than a passage, it would be correct to describe it as "above a giant linear wall", as in the case of the heavenly edge of the dam wall.

Hajime and the others stepped down into the passage of White Asia when they punished the "treasure trove ii" with a skyboard that was distracted for a moment but wore out by the apostolic attack. I can't see the Apostle looking around. Apparently, the space Hajime connected with a degraded version of the crystal key was a different place than where the apostles and demons were. Immediately after the invasion, he was also prepared to engage with a large number of apostles and demons like walls, so he could be considered a survivor.

"It's a strange space. I can't get a sense of distance."

Shea leaks her thoughts as she peeks down from the edge of the aisle. As the saying goes, even a peek underneath, the roots of the walls and the ground were swallowed by a space of extreme colour and uncertainty. Straight ahead is also hard to recognize, from a certain distance, swallowed by extremely colorful spaces.

"It wouldn't be a busy thing to fall. Be careful, all of you."

Everyone snorts silently at Hajime's advice. That's how he began to run all at once following Hajime while alerting his surroundings.

Travel at high speeds along the White Asian passage through a space full of irreplaceable silence. "The compass of the guide crossing indicated Yue's location at the end of the White Asian passage. Therefore, although we believe in it and run, there is not one thing that confirms our proximity, which makes us wonder if we are really moving forward.

Hajime could have been confused, too, if the compass hadn't told us that the distance from Yue was slightly, but approaching.

Few words, and dozens of minutes to go down the endless, invisible passage.

Finally, there was an anomaly.

"I'll come. Artillery!"

Shea's rabbit is pinned! and stood up, and at the same time a warning was released. It's a completely unintended form, except for Shea, despite her vigilance. That means that Shea's "futuristic vision" is a testament to the activation of the attack, which is at the same time in danger of annihilation.

Immediately afterwards, without any foretaste, a flash of light shining in silver from all directions struck Hajime and the others. A group of meteors of death without a single gap that clearly conveys a willingness not to leave an escape or anything.

"Gather around!"

Hajime's fury flies. All of them, reflexively, stopped by Hajime. At the same time, Hajime took a giant shield out of "treasure trove ii. Then pour magic into it as it protrudes into the ground, which emerged in the void.

Then, Gashun! Gashun! and made a noise, as the metal plate slid out from the inside of the great shield. It instantly covers the hajimes to form a dome. A large shield of variable type with countless metal plates like scales "Idion".

As soon as the last metal plate slid and completely covered the hazimes, finally, the flash from all directions reached. There is little impact. It's like a laser, dusting the idions off the surface. Obviously, it was the ability to disassemble by the Apostle.

But that thing was what I knew the moment I saw the silver light. That's why Hajime chose all-around defense by this Idion.

"Ha, if you can break through, do it."

Carefully, Hajime groaned with an invincible grin inside the illuminated idion, granted even the green stone. It's a sign of confidence. Absolute confidence that no apostle can break through his own protective wall with improvements.

That is only a disgraceful word in front of the apostle's unruly and vicious inherent abilities.

If it is normal.

Yes, even as Hajime vomited such a lame word, Idion was perfectly receptive to the shelling of decomposition. No, it plays off the edge of being broken down, to be exact. Needless to say, the cause is regenerative magic. The "Restoration Stone" granted regenerative magic keeps regenerating the Idion from its dusty edge so as to rewind time.

Of course, the apostolic ability to disassemble is a level that in an instant will also dust the building, so no matter how much regenerative magic was granted, it is occidental that it is blown away before it reveals its effects.

However, this Idion is a composite shield made of Azantium incorporating several restoration stones, as in "Heavenly Stone," and is also enhanced by Hajime's "Vajra". In other words, even if the first sheet is broken down, the second, third, and fourth pieces can hold up even for a moment to buy time for the restoration stone to work. Therefore, with its ability to disassemble, it will not be possible to break through.

"Don't you dare keep your power warm. If it's just a few flashing apostles, I'll handle it."

"Huh? Processing..."

Hajime's words echoed as Shizukuru put his strength into his hand holding the Black Knife that it was yet another battle with a herd of apostles. It was Shizukuishi, who unintentionally inquired, but in the great shield illuminated by the pale green stone, the expression of the hajime supporting the shield - like a beast. Seeing it clogs the words.

Immediately afterwards, the pressure exerted on Idion disappeared. The Apostles' simultaneous shelling ended.

Immediately after Hajime forwarded the Idion to "Treasure Library II", the apostles showed themselves as they rippled out of a space of extreme colour. All of them, wrapped in silver magic from the beginning to show their seriousness, turned their gaze softly narrowed to the hajime that overpowered their simultaneous shelling, the moment...

- The ravages have begun.

Dopaaaaaaaaa, the usual bursting noise sounded, while the heads of the six apostles blew up lightly as a joke.

"Huh!?

It's in God's messenger. Seriously, quick defeat.

At that moment of appearance, a breathtaking sound is transmitted by the Apostle who lost six compatriots. The red flashes that wore their heads did strike faster than the gunshots, but it should have been possible to avoid them if they had been apostles in a state of all-powerful wrapping around the silver light.

Factors that negated their apostles' ability to evade, it will be seen with the fact that the six chosen victims were all those who blinked (...) for a moment.

Hajime pierced the gap between the apostles' consciousness. The number of apostles revealed from space is nearly fifty. Confirm all of that in an instant and aim only at those who blink at it at the same time with pinpoint...

It's a stunt like passing a hole in a needle, because it's a hajime who survived several times against the Apostle. The apostles can't possibly understand.

As a result, they did not know why their compatriots had been shot without being able to do anything, and they immersed themselves in perplexity again for a moment.

dopaaaan

So four more. His head exploded, and he fell to the ground like a feathered bug.

"Come on, three, focus. Go on with the rest!

One of the apostles gave instructions with his usual faceless expression crumbling and teething. I suppose there is also a corroborator among the apostles who gives directives. The rest of the apostles move out in unison as instructed.

The Apostle who gave the instruction - Zext once cut off the two great swords, let the silver wings flash and fly all at once. We advance to the Hajimes as we take the remnants.

But such a small grunt of hazime arrived at her.

"... hey, you're the squad leader"

"-"

Hajime's gaze accurately captured Zext as a frightening number of apostles flew and countless remnants filled the space.

And in a world where the polar colors seem faded away. Hajime and Zext's gaze intertwined, and shortly afterwards, slowly, on Zext's consciousness, it was already slowly, Hajime's mouth... torn.

At that moment, Zext understands. This world, which has slowed down when I'm here, is not a dead end of speed created by my high specs, but a running lantern that people see when they actually are. Because, while recognizing that slowly red wrapped bullets were approaching me in the real world, many of the leaps to every country and people that the "Apostle of God" had gone to were past my brain.

The Apostle shares his memory. Even if it was not directly done by Zext, "what the Apostle did was done by Zext.... Zext thought. Did the apostles destroyed before other than themselves see a similar sight? Such is the sight of those who have behaved before, looking down upon themselves as they mock.

Zext's body moves precisely as he looks at the running lights. Move the flying bullet on its own to shake its head and squeeze it. But Zext was still wondering and convinced that the impending bullet was to wear itself.

And that certainty is proven within the moment. The moment Zext shook his head, what a bullet bent the orbit slightly in front of him. Beyond that lies precisely between the eyebrows of Zext.

(Oh really, what an irregular......)

The last time I whined about that in my heart, Zext felt shocked and let that consciousness fall into the dark.

At the same time that Zext fell, seven more apostles were similarly blown up in the head and fell to the ground.

Hajime sprinkles more bullets of death in all directions as he gunspins the sight on his ass and twirls Donner & Shrark.

Most importantly, I can see my arm swinging and loading speed too fast, just repeating a curved gun spin around my eyes. Hajime's intention to kill was only shown with the fact that the red flashes scattered in bulk were shooting through the Apostolic Eyebrow without aiming.

"Hey, why?"

Unfortunately, one of the apostles, who had not yet been shot, razed his voice and uttered a word that could be taken both as a question and a escape from reality.

That would be natural, too. We are "messengers of God." It is the sword of God that mankind cannot deal with. It's the equivalent of a natural disaster that can ravage the world by itself! That's why we have to get rid of the featherworms as quickly as possible... Impossible. There must be no such unrealistic sight!

Shortly afterwards, a flash of light flew towards the apostle.

The apostle drew a sword line into the universe to cut off its light with a shining sword, as if it were an incomprehensible emotion that gushed within. This apostle naturally shared the information that the bullet that generates the impact of Hajime had previously cracked into the Great Sword with a single blow, but the late decision was not to "shield the Great Sword" but to "trump the bullet".

That's how the beautiful silver trajectory cuts off the red flash...... should have been.

The end of the visit, instead, is that the Apostle's head explodes. The Apostle murmured in an extended perception, on the verge of consciousness sinking into darkness.

(The light... slipping through? ……

There is no reason to be so illusory.

- Conversion and Generation Composite Training Special Ammo Living Barred

That is the identity of the attack that slipped through the apostolic evasion and defense by the Great Sword.

This "Living Barred" is a special bullet endowed with transformative magic, a bullet that listens to the user's orders if briefly explained - literally, it is a "live bullet".

It was developed by Hajime, who understood that the sasori modoki of sealed stones and naruto were created after the fusion of organic and inorganic matter, a biological golem in the form of a bullet that, simply put, carried out simple orders.

This time, Hajime gave one order. "Hit where you aim." That's all. It's a small bullet, so it's not like I have an ego when I say I listen to orders. It's like a program if you ask me. Avoid if there are obstacles before the goal and chase if the goal moves. That's all. After passing by, you can't U-turn it and track it forever, and if they make walls out of silver wings, for example, they can't go around and wear it from the back of your head.

But still, the electromagnetically accelerated flash that reaches the target in the blink of an eye corrects the orbit a few meters before the target is reached. No matter how much he had a defiant perceptual ability and speed of reaction, he couldn't have avoided it.

If we can change the course of the Great Sword and try to tear it apart, we cannot help but illusion that the Apostle has "slipped through".

"You said this before." I've analyzed you. "When the hell are we talking about? When you missed me twice, your neck was accompanied by a sickle of death."

The gun spin is like a small round shield for extra high-speed rotation. Radially flashing as you twirl around with your slippery feet, it's as if you're dancing as well.

And as long as the dance of that death continues, the apostles are worn between one and the other, causing their heads to explode and fall like a puppet with a broken thread.

If the Great Sword is used as a shield, three shock waves are condensed into a single blow, causing fatal damage to the Great Sword in just one blow, and the second blow without intermission wears the forehead of each Great Sword. Both long-range attacks and magic are perfectly read breathing the moment they try to shoot, so they rather just expose the gap, and if they attempt a melee, they are intercepted by bullets whose ballistics bend.

If you try to pierce it while shielding it with silver wings or two great swords on top of each other, six bullets burst at the same time with a pinpoint, crushing the iron wall while generating an awesome shockwave, or blowing it up with all your might. And without that shock, the Great Sword and the Wing's defenses are broken, and the bullets that bend by trying to sew through that gap are attacking.

"What were you doing while I was trying to figure out how to kill you? Analyzed the way you fought, huh? Ha, that's not enough. Build Yourself, Change Your Weapon, Develop Your Tactics, Increase Your Proficiency, Double Triple Trap, Mass Produce Trump Cards."

The wreckage of a messenger who disappears from heaven to earth so that the eating of sweets spills.

Don't shut up.

Shortly afterwards, a silver sun emerged, along with a rage that seemed desperate to push and kill something that sprang up. Brilliant and radiant it is the concentration of the magic of the Apostle to whom the ability to disassemble has been granted. Seeing, under the silver sun, the three apostles set forth to overlap the Great Sword. Perhaps it is a powerful artillery attack carried out by a plurality of apostles.

Seeing that, Hajime... snorted as if he was frightened.

"Is that the trump card? All right, come on."

"Eh... get rid of it without a trace! Irregular!"

Three apostles wave down their great swords simultaneously. The silver sun, which condensed its energy to a critical state, emitted its doomsday light, like prominence. A polar laser, likely ten meters in diameter, approached Hajime and the others to dust everything.

Hajime took two discs from "Treasure Library II" - two circle moon rings and threw them forward. One of the circle lunar rings that twirled around broke into three equal parts the next moment as they directed the planar part towards the imminent and immense shelling.

The circle lunar rings, divided into three equal parts at an even distance, did not fall apart, however, but were connected by a thin wire, which, when instantly spread, shaped a huge circle in front of Hajime.

At that moment, the great laser of silver reached Hajime… without… it was swallowed up in a circle made of split circles moon rings and wires. And that swallowed silver light pops out of another circle moon wheel that divided and made a large circle in the same way a little further away.

- Variable Circle Moon Ring Orestes

Conventionally, only a gate could be created in a small inner circle of a circular lunar ring, but the improved new circular lunar ring, Orestes, creates a gate that can be freely resized by splitting and expanding the wires built in. In some cases, if you let them dive into the gate and restore their size to their original size, that alone can be used as a guillotine by space cutting.

The Apostles did not even think that the cluster shelling by the three Apostles, arguably trump cards, would be returned exactly as they were, or that they could not move during the shelling, which blunted their reaction and swallowed them by the light they emitted themselves, literally wiping them out without leaving any dust.

"You guys don't make progress. To survive, to wish, to" cherish, "I can't go crazy in death. So, you said it from the beginning, right? These puppets."

"Irregular! No, you're the one, and the real degenerate -"

Gunshots wooden spirits. A bullet twisting its orbit and fleshing like a joke wore between the eyebrows of the last apostles.

As the silver feathers and the wreckage of the apostle descended as if they were fantasies, Hajime quietly turned to the holster when he finished loading by gunspinning a donner & shroud blowing up white smoke.

If you look at the results, against fifty apostles of God, intact. Complete win. Exactly, overwhelming.

To that fact, Shea, Tio, and Shizukuishi gave a slightly tranced look, and Bell and Ryutaro gave a dry laugh.

Living Barred to the "Meteor Impact", the solar focused laser "Balus Huberion" and the Gatling Pile Bunker that collapsed [Kamiyama]... If you give Hajime time, that alone will create one hell of a weapon after another.

What is a non-war vocation? What is a common profession? Sure, the body itself boasts monstrous specs due to irregular events, but Hajime's true weapon is nothing short of its development power. And it's always been something newly created that threatens humanity. In a way, I might say Hajime had the most horrible talent.

Even now, Shizukuta, without refusal, had been made to understand it.

"Mendoy even if he comes out succeeded. Let's get out of here."

Ha, Shizuku and the others who returned to me chase after Hajime, who runs out by decree like nothing happened.

"Ahhh. Hajime just now, I wanted to show you Yue. Sooo"

"Hehe, I thought this might happen. Bring in video recording artifacts. When it's all over, there's gonna be a viewing party!

"Mr. Tio, it's Nice! It's a boulder, a rare pervert that's going to even have a name in history!

"Ha ha, don't praise, don't praise! Can you light it up?

Shea and Tio laugh at each other in a spare manner while at the home of an enemy called [Divine Realm]. Running for a while, relaxed by it.

Hajime and the others finally hit a wall of extreme colour. If you put your hand on the corrugating wall, it sinks into the other side with Zubri. We nodded at each other, and a line jumped into the other side of the ripple.

If Eri Nakamura were asked what his most intense first memory would be, he would answer:

- The sight of your father dying, and.

It was when Eri was five. It is, in a way, the result of a common traffic accident, in which my father and I went to the park to play, and the hazy Eri accidentally jumped out into the driveway, and my father, who sheltered Eri from an automobile that came in at a devilish time, died.

But one thing that wasn't common in the end. That was the attitude of the mother after that. Eri's mother was a little bit of a good place lady, but she pushed off the opposite of the house to marry her father, and she was good enough for her father to be embarrassed by childhood.

Not only does it love my husband, but it could have been a level of dependence, if I pulled a step back and looked at it objectively. That is why Eri's mother, who was not originally spiritually strong, could not stand the death of her beloved and heart-strung husband.

I couldn't stand it, so I stripped my fangs of the cause. Yes, it is a young own daughter - Keiri. Normally, it would be the right way as a mother to support her daughter, who is supposed to be hurt to see her father die, in tears. However, Keiri's mother, although she refrained from doing so in public on the boulder, when she went home alone, turned her hatred to Keiri without wrapping it in any oblate.

For Keiri's mother, if she put her daughter and husband on the scale, she leaned toward the latter, and she loved her daughter because she was her husband's daughter (...), that's all.

At the time, Keiri, five years old, even withstood the violence that was carried out every day and the cursing murmurs that were thrown up. Eri, who could even say that her mother's "because of you" was wise at the age of five, was convinced. My carelessness killed my father - more than anyone else, I believed that was none other than Eri himself.

It's only natural for my mother to be angry at herself for taking away her father, whom she loved. It is a natural punishment for myself, who has left my father to die, to be inflicted both physical and mental pain by my mother. Eri believed that from the bottom of her heart.

At the same time, I believed that when this punishment was over, my haunted shaped mother would also return to the calm mother who would smile gently at any time in the old days.

The mother's abuse was ingenious and she never did anything to leave traces of moles or anything like that on Eri's body. Nor did Eri speak out for her mother and for her punishment. Because of this, the condition persisted for years, but no one noticed it.

Still, he couldn't be more smiling all the time in such an environment than being a child, and Eri barely had any friendship in school as a child that wrapped up a dark atmosphere. I guess that was creepy for kids my age, being alone and adult, as if squatting and waiting for the storm to pass.

Loneliness, self-reproach and heartache, the feeling of thinking of my mother and loneliness... Eri's heart was near its limit. Besides, it could be said, in a way, that I had endured such a state for years.

Changes happened in those depressed days.

Nine - in third grade. My mother brought a man to the house she didn't know about. A grown man with a bad gala and a transverse attitude. The mother was snug with a sweet cat voice on the man.

Eri couldn't believe it. I thought you bumped all that anger and hatred on yourself because you loved your father from the bottom of your heart.

The idea is not wrong. But Eri's mother's heart was much weaker than Eri thought. If I don't get someone to support me, I can't live properly enough.

From that day on, in the house of Eri, the man began to dwell.

The way a man was at home, that was the typical scum itself that was going to appear in a three-sentence novel. And as this also sees the used story, the gaze of seeing the man Eri was not of the kind to be directed at a young girl.

Feeling sick as crawling around her body, Eri spent more time than ever trying to kill her breath, even in the house. Still, the man's words and actions gradually escalated, and eventually, Eri called herself "I", making her hair a violent shortcut. It was a small means of self-defense called "If you are not seen as a girl".

At school, even though it was just, it was dark, making me feel creepy somewhere, one day, suddenly, I changed my name and made my hair short like a boy, leaving even the kids who had about a daily conversation, even if I wasn't even with a few friends who were there. Eri finally became isolated.

Still, even if my mother felt like she had betrayed my father, Eri still believed. That my mother will one day be sure to return to my old kind mother. Pretend you don't realize it's a kind of evasive thought that's distracted you from reality.

Such a case of Keiri's, straw-like hope was realized to have been really just straw. Finally, a man stripped Eri of his fangs of desire. It was when Eri's mother wasn't at work at night.

Fortunately, I can tell you, thanks to a neighbor who heard Eri scream calling the police, Eri's chastity was never scattered. Eri herself, wondering if a day like this would come one day, would also have been a good reason to open the window and prepare for screaming to be easy to reach.

So being attacked was not in itself a shock to Eri. Rather, I even thought it was an opportunity. Now my mother finally says she's supposed to wake up. He said he was supposed to cut off from the kind of man who attacked his own daughter and remind me of my father. Either way, the man got caught by the police, so he's cut off. I thought this would improve the lives of Eri and my mother at all.

Yes, I thought so.

Until my mother turned her hatred against me more than ever.

After finishing the circumstances hearing at the police and returning home with Eri, who was protected, it was his mother's tenacity that flew first. And her mother told Eri. "I can't believe I stunned that guy," he said.

Apparently, for her mother, the case that Eri was attacked by a man was not an incentive to understand the scum of a man, but an awareness that Eri had taken his man again. He didn't care more about being separated from a man than about his daughter being assaulted, about a man pointing his desire at Eri, and all of that.

A mother who betrayed her father, a mother who hurts herself, a mother who grieves that she cannot be with a man more than she was attacked... At this time, Eri finally guessed. No, I should really say that I looked straight at what I knew and was out of sight.

Namely, my mother doesn't love herself. I won't go back to my old mother. It wasn't the calm of old, but the ugliness in front of me that was what my mother was all about.

That's what I understood.

So - Eri broke.

Everything I believed in was a fantasy. There was no point in what I had endured. And there is no hope for the future ahead either. It was too much of a factor for young Eri to break.

Early in the morning, the day after she woke up from fainting rather than sleeping, Eri left the house, still unable to climb. It's not to test the affection that is common in children that my mother might come looking for me worried. To end myself - that is, to kill myself.

I left the house because I somehow didn't want to die beside my mother.

As such, it was the river that wandered, not particularly guessing, and found it. A big river just a short distance from home. A well-maintained riverbed often serves as a playground for children. Keiri, staring at the blurry, downward flowing river from above the steel bridge over it, decided to do this again somehow.

Although it is a river with a considerable amount of water, it is not particularly fast flowing, nor is it increasing with rain. To water suicide, I'd say an unfit river, to be honest. Rather, the fact that it was poorly struck when it jumped off the railway bridge is more dangerous. Though it will not be reduced to death by the water of the river either.

But still, Eri laid his hands on the trunk of the bridge. Somehow, if I die here, I wondered if I could get them to take me to a place where no one else was.

Eri's body managed to lift due to its thin arms, and her torso protruded outside the columnar trunk with a large upper body. Eri was inadvertently called out at precisely that time to go under the bridge to be inhaled as it was.

- What are you doing? and.

Bonyari Looking back into Eri's eyes was a boy about the same age who could tell he was clearly running in his jersey. Eri also knows well, a shining boy who gets popular all over the same school - yes, it was the Heavenly River Glow.

Seeing the dark expression of Eri looking back, the unusual circumstances and the perceived glow forced Eri away from the columns and unfortunately demonstrated his sense of justice.

Keiri gave a fairly omitted explanation to Hikaru, who persistently asks about the situation. Because if I didn't, the light wouldn't have let me go. This is how Kwong Hui understood when he heard Eri's explanation broken into a fold.

Eri, who is isolated in school, was severely beaten by his father for that. When I asked my mother for help, I scolded myself with my father until my mother. With no allies, the grieving Eri tried to commit suicide.

You can't call it a mistake if it's just fragmentary information. At an early age, to the glow of intense assumptions based on the theory of good sexuality, it was outside of understanding, such as Keiri's mother's principles of conduct, and a situation where a big man made a girl his own age a mumble of desire, and the mother blamed the child on the contrary, which she could not imagine. So to the extent that Kwong Fai could understand, that's what happened.

With that understanding, Hikaru declared at close range with Eri's cheeks pinched with both hands, with a smile and strength that captivated the girls from that time on.

- I'm not alone anymore. I'll protect Eri.

I told you. "Protect" the broken girl's heart immediately after she understood that she was worthless to everyone. As usual. Eri was told that by a boy like the most popular prince in school, in a way, in a situation that could be described as dramatic.

At the bottom of my heart, the words were too intense for a young girl who had always sought love from someone.

Moreover, on that day, Eri, who managed to stop himself from committing suicide and was sent to school to be expelled by his mother, was stunned by the situation in which the girls in her class spoke to herself brightly one after the other, and knowing that it had been done in a word of glow… to the entity, it had fallen.

Subsequently, a child counseling office official suspected abuse from Eri's mother's predisposition and visited the investigation on several occasions. Yet being separated from her mother here, even though she was young, meant that she had to go somewhere else at the same time, which meant that Eri, who she perceived to be separated from the light, played "the girl her mother loved" with all her might.

He felt like he was going to throw up reflexes, but in front of the officials, he hugged his mother with a full grin and played a friendly mother and daughter. Eri still remembers the look on her mother's face. A look that turns vividly from stunning to convulsive to facial and clear fear.

To such a mother, Eri thought, "Oh, my God." One way to do this is to flip your emotions easily, such as your position. All she has to do is laugh nicely as the darkness has been a lie, and her mother turns away and mouths as soon as possible. I was joking, and I said, "What do you want me to take next?" When I whispered, "so much so that my mother turned pale and popped out of the house screaming.

Eri was convinced that all this was also due to the prince who suddenly revealed himself and swore to protect himself. That day, the prince saved himself and changed him. I was reborn by Hikaru. So he said that the rest of his life, with him like a shining light, could live in the light in the same way.

Threaten her mother somewhat, and set up the environment so that she could only put the cost of living in the house and be beside the glow... convinced that she was chosen by the prince to be special...

But Eri was mistaken. For Hikaru, Eri was just one of the righteous heroes to help. Speak up to your classmates and get along with Keri, who is isolated, and the salvation of the glow is over. Just as the people helped by the heroes in the cartoon don't come out of the next story at all, the thing about Keiri for Kwong Fai was "a story that's already over".

So Keiri wondered about the glow that would only treat her as if she were "and many others," and for some reason she couldn't understand the girls who looked "special" to glow. 'Cause the place is, "Is that where I am?".

Keiri, who could not be physically or mentally close to each other and could only keep staring at the glow, therefore began to notice things.

The woman in the class who talks to me in a friendly way says, "I'm just doing that because it's a request from Hikaru.

Next to Kwanghui, there was a "special" waiter long before we exchanged words on that early morning railway bridge, and there was no place for us.

That for Hikaru, I am someone who is already over.

After all, I had no place for myself. That it was nothing more than a fantasy.

As soon as he realized it, Eri kept thinking the same thing, like crazy every day, no, literally crazy.

- You said you weren't alone anymore, right?

- You said you'd protect me, didn't you?

- I'm special to you, aren't I?

- Hey, why, are you saying the same word to others?

- Hey, why don't you just look at me?

- Hey, how come, right now, it's so painful, you can't help me?

- Hey, why would you turn that face on another woman?

- Hey, why are you looking at me like a bunch of other people?

- Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey...

Thus, Eri understands.

About a human being named Kwanghui.

That's how Eri remembers.

That I learned from my mother that I could change any number of things in one way, such as people's emotions and behavior.

So,

"This is how you got Kwong Fai, isn't it? Well, there were a lot of irregulars about what was a different world summons..."

"Hmm? Did you say something, Eri?

At some point in [the Divine Realm], he asked Eri, who groaned with a potpourri if he was looking at the wilderness, as the glow he was waving at tilted his neck. In such a glow, Eri approached him with a smile and snuggled to his back. Once upon a time, just as my mother did to a man. Unconsciously.

"Yeah, it's nothing. Hurry up, I was just hoping I could take down that demon and get my childhood tamers back."

"Right...... Right. I feel the same way. I need to unbrainwash Shizukuishi, Kaori, Ryutaro, and my classmates soon. Nagumo, too, must be his classmate... but he exchanged too much evil. Make your heart a ghost. But he has to be defeated. In the name of killing classmates, but I have to save everyone."

"It's okay, Mitsuhei-kun. I'll be by your side, okay? I'll always help you. I'm the only one on Kwong Hsien's side at all times, right?

"Eri...... thanks. I owe it all to Eri to be strong and to be able to fight him. Eri is mine..."

"Mine? What do you want?

Keiri whispers in her ear the answers she understands, urging her to do more. In contrast, Gwanghui dyed his cheeks a little but made them a firm word.

"My..." It's special. Whatever happens next, "I won't leave you alone." I'll protect Eri. "

"Heh, heh, heh, heh..."

"Eri? - Mm-hmm."

Turn your eyes over your shoulders where Shining seems worried about Keri, who leaks a laugh like she can't enjoy it. Eri layered her own it on Shining's lips with a tranced look on her face. And after pulling the silver thread apart, he groaned as he stared back into the glowing eyes that seemed vain somewhere.

"Yes, that's fine. Kwong Fai, let's stay together forever ~"

The dry wind blows.

- In a world where there's no one left.

Eri's, the last words squealed in his heart did not go into Shining's ears. Instead, from a little further away, the sound sounded. The expression of glow is ugly and distorted. Hate flames dwelt in his eyes.

It's the footsteps of hating enemies and childhood tamers.