Arifureta Shokugyou de Sekai Saikyou (WN)

Some place in the UK.

There was a small, secluded wooden sign shop in the entire town where the building was built.

-ILS

and adorable lettering, arched over the front door.

Sounds like the name of the store. It's so small, but it's called "I Love Salmon," so it's not an abbreviation for some kind of tissue system, and I don't even know that I just like salmon.

For once, the wooden sign says salmon dishes that look like regular menus - 90% way, salmon sandwiches - but since they are listed, I can tell immediately that it is a coffee shop that deals with salmon.

For some reason, the letter "throw away any preconceived notions," which is heavily written in a painful typeface, draws a double line on it, and says on the empty part, "Enjoy the salmon sandwich normally!", a cute letter with a rounded feel.

It's as if the girl just truncated and rewrote the words that stubborn cook Modki wrote weirdly and elaborately.

Well, actually, I do.

"Store manager ~. Look at that! I've got a cute salmon illustration! Decorate in front of the store!

"Rejected"

In the store, an adorable woman with short bobs of brunette hair - Samantha, an employee of this store, is cheerfully putting up a sketchbook.

Seeing that, the big guy with short, strong hair who still brushes his already shiny glass at the counter - manager Woody just cut it off.

"Why!?

"Don't you get it!?

Samantha, they don't get it. It is Kyoton.

Samantha - I'm a nineteen-year-old college girl, and I'm working part-time at this store beside going to college, and I'm in trouble with accidental habits and blind faith.

Samantha, who used to be an employee at the store where she was chosen as Emily's handover location to GAMMA Pharmaceuticals, on the Berserk case, inadvertently said, "Salmon sandwiches in this store are not that good!," he declared forcefully and was fired.

I then woke up to the deliciousness of the salmon sandwich with an ILS I stumbled upon and have a history of asking Woody store manager to hire me.

What to hide, it was Udi who came to the store as an illegal agent on the GAMMA pharmaceutical side, and after Kosuke preached salmon sandwiches and washed his legs, he thus opens a specialty salmon sandwich coffee shop.

As a matter of fact, beside the coffee shop, Woody Store Manager also works as an informant, taking advantage of the fact that he is a former back person. At first, I didn't intend to hire a regular girlfriend to go in and out of this store...

I remember. "Is that it? This kid, isn't he from that store? You're the one who messed with my boss, right?".

It feels awkward to recruit somehow. And he cheeks me up admiring his own proud salmon sandwich, and his cheeks glistening with glitter and eyes, "To the salmon sandwich preacher, I will be! Hire me!" And when he saw the likelihood that the future would say something uneasy, the manager of Woody broke.

Hired in that way Salmon Sandwich Preacher Apprentice (?) Samantha, but she seems very dissatisfied with the appearance of ILS and the management style.

Ecclesiastes, we are going to try to improve this store, where idle birds tend to sound, so that we can preach more.

I'm still complaining about my dissatisfaction while swinging my sketchbook around for a long time.

Manager Woody opened his mouth looking down.

"I don't care how you look at it, it doesn't look like it's in the atmosphere of the store. Oh, my God, what about that and the cute painting? My shop is a sinister, salmon-conscious coffee."

"That's why I don't get many customers! Make it cuter! The target is the young girls!

Indeed, the illustrations painted in the sketchbook depict cute deformed salmon swimming and adorable sandwich pictures for menu descriptions, which are likely to attract the attention of any young woman if they are also put on the sign outside.

Nevertheless, as a Woody manager, I don't want to make it a stylish coffee shop of the day that could be overflowing with a different young woman.

Rather, the opposite is true. A prestigious store known to those who know. At first glance, you can refuse it in a store where only regular people can see the taste. I once a month said it was just coffee shop sales, but my life is fine because I make a good deal of money from an informer.

So,

"Rejected"

"Why not! Manager, are you motivated!? You think you can take the world for that!?

In Samantha, manager Woody seems to be like a master. Of course, not in the sense of a master of a coffee shop, but in the sense of a master, if you will.

It is the master of Salmon Sandwich Road. What do we do without making a name for ourselves in the world! Apparently.

"Okay. So what about these illustrations so that not only young girls but boys will come to the store! It's self-confidence!

That being said, Samantha again, lists a sketchbook.

The look on manager Woody's face attracted me. I go around my temples and say it back so I can get a headache.

"Let's give up a hundred steps and make this store cute. But hey, I don't care what you think, that painting isn't cute!? You're a monster! How do you come up with what, so we can talk about a young man coming!? If you decorate it like that, you'll be Getemono Coffee! What are you gonna do with my shop?

There was a painting of the deformed salmon. My hands and feet are growing on the torso of the fish, and for some reason I'm wearing a skirt and winking with my pussy fisheye.

Sure, it was a monster, no matter how I looked at it.

To Store Manager Woody's scratch, however, Samantha began to explain in a mouthful as if his master were to teach an ignorant disciple when he did an angry trick like "Oh man".

"Don't you know, Store Manager? This is the so-called" anthropomorphism ". It's the heart of Japanese culture! They say the Japanese love everything anthropomorphic. That culture is so popular now that it spreads all over the world."

"Spit it out, Samantha. Is it Mr. Paradise who planted halfway through that bias on you?

"Jesus! Vanny, your sister told me!

Already, they're close enough to call Vanessa by her nickname. Even though I'm an informer, I didn't know I overlooked the erosion of employees in my store! Woody held his head.

And, at that time, some sort of awkward voice sounded.

"Something... bad"

"Ooh!? Who are you? - You're not the boss!

If you notice, there was a young Japanese man in the store who laughed bitterly. Samantha said, "Shall we!?," he shouted and surprised.

Kosuke laughs bitterly as he apologizes for his subcultural preacher Taruvanessa's failure to suppress her missionary activities, which for some reason led to subtle guilt.

"The boss told you to stop, Woody"

"Ahhh, it's not easy. It's a habit. So, head. What did you do today? As usual, are you taking it home?

"No, the head's a little... well, I can't take it, okay? I'm here today for a job over there.

"Oh, did you?"

Manager Woody's eyes narrowed. He has a sharp, human eye behind him.

Samantha is sparkling her eyes as she alternates between Kosuke, who sits in the counter, and manager Udi, who has a strange atmosphere.

"Hello, Mr. Kosuke. Because of that, and how about a new salmon sandwich? I invented it, and the manager gave it to me, and there's a hoya."

"Samantha, that's enough. Has a new one come out again? Yeah, you're right. I think I'll eat it while Woody checks it out."

Not only does Kosuke come to buy salmon sandwiches quite often, but he also frequently uses Vanessa, a regular customer, the Grant family, and even the sheriff's department, so he knows Samantha.

By the way, Samantha also understands the face behind Woody's store manager because he explains it exactly at the time of the interview. The fact that it smells a little extraordinary also seems to be beyond curious Samantha.

I have a problem with trying to reform such a store into a fancy atmosphere. The officers' legs are also distant.

Manager Woody and Kosuke talk alongside Samantha, who went behind the counter with a pat of pat and just started preparing new salmon sandwiches.

"So, what kind of case are you sticking your neck in this time? What does that have to do with the arson in the woods?

"Boulder, you're fast on information. I don't know about that one either. I don't hear from him."

"And... could it be the Vatican explosion?

While serving coffee to Kosuke, the manager of Woody gave a slightly frightened look that he was involved in another troublesome incident.

It should also be noted that when the manager of Woody says "that person", he means the Hajime Demon King.

In any case, Kosuke can't help laughing at the secret society in a way that sounds like a mastermind.

Kosuke explained what had happened in the Vatican.

The information that fantasy people like Kosuke, in fact, also existed in the Vatican, seems to have been a stunning fact, being the man behind it, the Udi store manager who also belonged to the occult organization.

"I knew you didn't know."

"Well, even though I belonged to Hydra, I was like a private soldier in Caseys. The end is also the end. We pride ourselves on a wide network of mercenary connections, but the kind of information a country hides doesn't go to boulders."

"You're right. Well, didn't Hydra's executives know about it? So is Caissis, but so are the Jeffersons."

"How did it go? I think you knew it because it's a historic organization..."

As a matter of fact, Hydra executives may know. However, if I thought about the purpose of the organization (...), it didn't make sense to have my hands on it. In addition, over the years, in the process of confirming it, he stopped using his hands because of the way he had received too many hand painful clips.

gossip

"More than that. I want to know how these guys connect. I think I have an organization..."

"Hmm?

Kosuke showed Woody the ID and face photos of the five people who died in the church he recorded on his smartphone - the Reddas.

The manager of Woody transferred the data to his own terminal after receiving the smartphone and viewing it all the way.

"It feels pah, there's no one named after you. Mind if I take a moment?

"How long will it take?

"It depends on the results of checking with the database I have and how well I get in touch with someone I know. Well, it's a head request, I'll do it super fast. Unfortunately, thirty minutes."

"I get it. Until then, I've tasted Samantha's new sandwich."

"I don't know if you're a preacher, but you're very motivated and you have good arms. Enjoy yourself."

Samantha, who just brought her new salmon sandwich, got in such a mood for Woody's manager ratings. Manager Woody gets a look that feels like "Shit." When you get on with it, you're the type to make fun of it. Samantha is.

Kosuke glanced at the salmon sandwich he had been transported to as he waved to Udi's manager, who pulled him into his work room as an informer behind the store.

"Yes, go ahead. It's a new" spicy miso salmon sandwich "!

"Spicy miso!?

The new is a Japanese-style salmon sandwich (?) Apparently. Apparently, Samantha, who has developed rashes in Japan due to the influence of a certain SOUSAKAN, was inspired by the miso cutlet sandwich and embarked on a salmon sandwich development using miso.

Instead of raw salmon, the flamed salmon is fried in thin clothes and coated with plenty of loose spicy miso. The chopped shaky cabbage also seems to have a little mayonnaise on it.

Kosuke mouths in a bit of a surprise.

One beat

"Ugh, um..."

"Yeesh! Yeesh! Yahhh!!"

Samantha, a powerful and continuous gut pose.

If Woody is the master for Samantha, Kosuke is the grandmaster. Or Maestro. No, make it the beginning of Salmon Sandwich Road and no longer Salmon Sandwich God......

As an apprentice, the salmon sandwich God's praise is just the best!

"Yeah. Seriously, it's delicious. But, well, I guess I like raw salmon sandwiches the most."

Samantha collapsed on all fours. I'm banging the floor with remorse. It's going to be dusty, so I want you to stop it.

"Samantha. Can I get a standard salmon sandwich, too?

"... Yes. I'll bring it to you right now."

Samantha disappears behind the counter with a face as if it were an emoticon (', ω,'). The day I can take an apprenticeship from her still seems a long way off.

Then exactly thirty minutes later.

When I was talking to Samantha about a salmon sandwich I didn't love, manager Woody came out of the back room.

"How'd it go?

"... Easy. There was no busy information."

Manager Woody scratches his head like Polypoli and Butts look bad. However, that expression floats something indescribably puzzling to say that it simply did not get the information.

"If there's an organization behind them, this looks like we should rely on the Intelligence Agency already. Via the Sheriff's Department, head would be able to work, right?

"Probably fine though..."

From what's going on with manager Woody, I wonder what it is? and Kosuke inquiring with a gaze. Manager Woody, when he made the coffee for himself, took a sip of it before starting to talk about the findings.

"I used a lot of handouts to look into it, but I don't think they have a connection to the organization behind them. To lawyers, college students, priests, retired former teachers. After that, civil engineers. He always has a clear identity. Except Leda is a Vatican man. Plus, I don't see any connection between these guys either. He was at some kind of rally, he had a deal... and there was no connection."

"How well are you covering up?

"You can't deny that possibility. So, in that case, we need to rely on the Intelligence Agency, or we need to spend a few days trying to figure this out."

If you're a Woody manager with an information network behind you, I thought Kosuke might get some information about their connection, but apparently it's not going to be that easy.

"It's just, Head. I was just wondering," We have something in common. "

"What do we have in common?

"... all of these people are losing a close person. It's called a tragic incident."

"! Specifically?

If you ask, the lawyer man lost his fiancé, the college student lost his parents, the priest lost his wife and son, the old teacher lost his son and his wife, and the civil worker lost his wife. Killed. That, too, in a way that everyone and he would be betrayed by someone they trusted.

Kosuke remembered the cry of Leda's terminal demon.

- This world is hell. The humans are making it hell.

Has that man seen a "tragedy" like that...

"And one more thing. With an old teacher and a college student…"

To manager Woody's report, Kosuke hastily restored his awareness, which seemed to be fuzzy with his thoughts.

"You've been in the care of the police several times since that incident."

"Of the police? You got yourself into another case?

"No, the other way around. I made a case."

"... what?

"Even when it comes to the case, it's not at the level of being arrested, but to the degree of strict caution...... the former teacher is dealing with his wife, and the college student is dealing with multiple friends. You both seem to have persevered in your efforts to stop faith."

- God does not respond. You can't save me.

Again, Leda's words past Kosuke's brain.

"A man named Leda... is a man of the Holy Land of Faith in the Vatican, right? I think it stinks a lot around here, even if I think about it in conjunction with treachery."

"Sure..."

In this short time, I'll pick up some good information. And, not to put it into words, Kosuke gave praise to manager Woody in his heart.

And, at that time, Samantha, who was encouraging him to make illustrations of neo-anthropomorphic salmon so as not to disturb him, actually seemed to be listening and accidentally opened his mouth.

"Um, Mr. Kosuke."

"Hmm? Samantha, what's wrong?

Samantha, speaking to Kosuke, turns her gaze to Chilari and manager Udi. I'm sure he's checking with Woody, the manager, to see if we can get into the conversation.

This kind of thing, I can't hate you for being in trouble in that you're only saying you're an employee. With that in mind, manager Woody nodded with a bitter laugh.

"You know, it feels like you're doing too much trying to stop that faith? As a matter of fact, my friends have also been harmed..."

"Huh? Seriously?

"Seriously. Was it about two months ago? He said that he had misfortune in his boyfriend's house, and that I would support him, but then he went crazy about his boyfriend."

"Weird, what's it like?

"You said your friend was scared. It seemed a little unusual. So, I was talking to some friends, including myself. Then there were quite a few other friends who felt like that."

"So much?"

Apparently, for about a year now, people like that have been coming out. After a while, they won't be talking about it much because it's going to be the same as before...

"Yes. So, the..."

"Yeah? What's up? Something else bothering you?

Samantha is a bit hard to say. Encouraging him to continue, he said as he prefaced, "This is the way to put it, it's kind of that..."

"Everybody says it. It's like," He was possessed by the devil. "

……

Shin, further silence fell in the loud stores of idle birds. I don't have a heart, or even feel like the air is getting cold.

It was manager Woody who broke the silence.

"Head. Did you know that devil worship

"I've heard of it. I'm gonna be in an occult movie or something, I'm gonna have a sacrifice ritual or something, right?

"Well, that's right. In reality, too, there is such a devil-worshipping organization. Of course, it's not just the tissue behind it, it's the kind of population that's recognized on the table. I don't sacrifice boulders, but some people simply find demons fascinating."

"Yeah, well, it's people's freedom to believe in what"

Some people in the world would be like that.

As a matter of fact, there was an Order called Hydra that really wanted an occult. This one has nothing to do with God or the devil, it's just that the "purpose of my use of mystery" would be a little different from the occult organization that I normally imagine, in that it doesn't have religious organizations or values at its root.

"It's that demon worship organization, but when I was in Hydra, I heard a little rumor. It's just an urban legend with no certainty."

As an informer, can it somehow distract you from just telling rumors? Manager Woody talks as he scratches his cheeks with Polypoli.

"It's a group that worships demons, but it's not an organization."

"It's a group, but not an organization? You mean like an uncontrolled mob?

"No, it's a roughly controlled, non-organizational group."

"You don't know what that means," continued Store Manager Woody, grinning bitterly at Kosuke, who floated a massive number of question marks over his head.

"An individual has the same purpose and faith. But we never get together. Nevertheless, when necessary, move out as indicated. A woman jogging, a man walking a dog, a kid playing soccer, a cop looking around...... someone living normal in front of me right now. I usually go to Sunday Mass, and a very normal person suddenly moves out one day."

"What, it"

With that said, Kosuke still remembered. During the conversation, the Reddas saw Kosuke without any foretaste. As if shown together, at exactly the same time.

At that time, their eyes were glowing demonically...

"Our industry was the industry. This is what we used to call a bizarre runner or a fool from a story like that urban legend. -" Devil possessed. "

What if, really, there are people possessed by demons, not metaphorical representations, not spiritual problems, and they usually live in casual ways? What if you get into society, into the family, and then one day suddenly, you follow your inner voice and you move like someone else?

Store manager Udi manipulated his own device and sent something to Kosuke's smartphone. Look at that, Kosuke tilts his neck.

"A college professor?

"I'm not sure what it is, but religious science? He's a professor with a targeted feel, and he seems to be famous for it on that road.... You just had a college student in Semi. Besides, Professor, I've taken nearly thirty air flights to Rome in the last six months."

"... heh. Thin, but not a bad connection. Boulder, Woody. You haven't woken up to a salmon sandwich on Dada."

"Thanks to the head"

Manager Woody smiles with a ni and a manly smell. In fact, it's a really commendable level to look into in only thirty minutes.

Information doesn't make much sense just to have, to know. analysis, guessing, and connecting to be useful for the first time. An informer might rather be a job of putting together shards of that kind of information into one piece of information.

In that regard, manager Woody would undoubtedly be top notch. Even if a coffee shop was once run, I wouldn't have a problem with my life. How more of a vocation than being the lower end of Caissis' childcare.

Kosuke drank the rest of the coffee and took a seat.

and at that time,

"Oh, you know, there's no such thing as demonic possession, is there?

That's all I need to hear! Like, Samantha asks. Based on the grand attraction of his expression, he was apparently frightened by the words of manager Udi earlier and the attitude of Kosuke.

Nevertheless, I can't say "you're determined by superstition," the fantasy guy and the guy who was salmon-sandled and revamped by that fantasy guy.

Kosuke and manager Woody looked at each other and laughed bitterly at the same time.

"Hey, what is it!? Why are you laughing, at this time! Tell me you're lying, manager!

Store manager Woody, while laughing, returning the monster's illustrations earlier.

"Samantha...... I'm sorry. I should have asked you to take your seat off before we talked."

"Store manager?"

"You know what? That kind of thing is (...) visiting people you know about."

"Be careful on the night lane, okay?

From the toe to the top of your head, there you go - Samantha shaking herself all the time. He opens his eyes wide and drops a pasty, forceful illustration onto the floor.

Kosuke sends a frightened glance at Woody's manager.

Notice that gaze, manager Woody laughs bitterly and opens his mouth saying "it's a joke"...

Before that,

"Store manager! Please stay at our house tonight!

"Huh?"

"Can an important employee be attacked by a demon!? That's not good! I get it! So I'm staying at the manager's house tonight! Thanks!

"Wait, wait. That was a joke."

Woody Store Manager, forty-one. Single. Apartment living. Half living with a recently inhabited wildcat.

Samantha, nineteen. Active students.

It's a matter of fact.

"I know. So don't look at me with such contempt, Head. I didn't mean to freak you out."

To Kosuke's grunt, he asked me to give him a break. Store manager Woody with the expression.

Again, tell Samantha, "It's a joke,"

"No, you won't be fooled! I know. Yeah, I'm sure they're already looking at me. So, get behind me out of the store... night lanes, there's no one there as unnaturally, it feels kind of unpleasant, and I'm going to speed up my legs. Then there's hitahita and footsteps from nowhere! There's nobody looking back! But it does approach footsteps! I ran away and managed to get back to my house. So, close the front door key firmly and look out through the peephole. There is no one outside. Oh, good. I got away with it! Yeah, maybe it was a mistake. Yeah, I'm sure you do! My idiot! I'm over-conscious! Embarrassing! Shh. As it turned out, I turned my gaze inside the room... and there was a demon. Ahhhhhhh. Store manager, I'm gonna help you.

"Instead, I want my head to help"

Samantha's vice - blind faith habit. Or should I call it paranoia? Anyway, here's the thing! If I believe, I don't believe in anything else for rare.

Despite the still delusional phase, Samantha clings to Woody's manager with a gang cry.

None of the joy of being stuck with a young girl in the face of manager Woody. At the level of normal pulling, I send Kosuke a gaze for help in the way I pulled more and more on Samantha, who begs me to cry and stay.

But...

"That!? Head!? hey, i just don't have to be out of recognition in discipline at this time!? You must be here!? You're still in the store, aren't you?!?

"Store Manager! Who are you talking to!? If you're Mr. Kosuke, you left already! Ha, no way. The devil's hand is on me already!? Help me, manager. Whoa, whoa, whoa."

"So I'm the one who'd rather have help..."

Manager Woody's tired voice was scratched off by Samantha's gang crying voice and didn't reach anyone.

Then a sheriff's department officer stops in to fill his stomach, sees Samantha trying to sneak in crying and Woody storekeeper trying to eagle his face away...

Woody Store Manager decides he's committing assault on an employee's girl.

You know, I almost got a case...

"Here..."

In front of a fine building at a university in the UK, Kosuke groaned as he looked up at the windows on the top floor.

That's where Professor Riley Littman's room is.

Kosuke nodded one thing and went inside the building.

……

Walk down a dim hallway and up a staircase where, despite skylights, not much light plunges in.

I dated Emily and went to the university to which she belonged several times, but somehow, I thought this building was "different".

"I really don't feel the impression that the academic building belongs to the university.

More like this... yes, it's as if you got lost in a slightly darker cave...

(With that said... don't look at people from earlier. Are you suspended? No, but just this school building? There are usually students elsewhere......)

Creepy. With that in mind, nature, strength enters the body.

Thus, remembering the strange tension, Kosuke stood in front of Professor Littman's room.

I haven't made an appointment. If he has any connection to the Reddas, he might get away with it.

So, as always here, breaking into the room in a hidden shape--

"I'm not locked. Don't just stand there and go in."

"Huh!?

The concealed form is already active. Yet,

(noticed!?

That too, over the door of the room.

"What's the matter with you? You're not coming in? You must have come to visit me.

Kosuke got lost for a moment, but put his hand on the door when he immediately got ready for a look.

Gi and the tiny noise of the door ringing. Gently, it sounds.

"Welcome to Littman Class. I guess it's a little too late, though. Hey, Exorcist."

Inside the room, it was filled with a huge number of books. A bunch of flat, stacked books have created several towers, creating a pressing situation that is not strange when it collapses.

And as soon as I stepped in, the discomfort I felt. The noise sounds from beneath my feet.

Look, one side of the floor, it was flooded. The floor of a room full of books is flooded with natural enemies. It's so unusual.

Above all, the odor.

It smelled strange. Something burned, a terrible nose pounding smell...

Kosuke's body took a critical stance.

Because I had smelled it. That unpleasant smell. Recently.

In the other world beyond the mirror.

"You... what?

There was an unpleasant smell and a man in the narrow space of a pile of books. A face full of wrinkles with sticky gray hair and a loss of vibrancy. Tough eagle nose, glowing grey eyes.

Age, roughly in his late seventies.

He is wearing a tailored suit with one eye, a stick on one hand, and shanky and tall for the year.

The man - Professor Littman - raised a single eyebrow at Kosuke's inquiry.

"-" You, what... Hmm, strange thing. I know, and I thought you came to me... "an exorcist who interrupted that one. No, should I call it the Vatican's hidden balls? Ledda and the others didn't have any shards about you."

(This guy knows I was that world!?

Because of Kosuke's slight upset, Professor Littman pushes further speculation.

"You're upset. Surprised what I know? But why are you surprised? Naturally I know. You must know it's natural. He found out about me, but that's why he came here.... Hmm, if that premise breaks down, I see you're not involved with the Vatican. Or, even if it involves, it has nothing to do with the exorcists. So why did you, irrelevant, go to rescue Mother? Why are you here? And even though you haven't given your original strength, what's the power that escaped him?

One by one, Professor Littman talks to untie the given, intertwined information.

However, Kosuke cannot pinch his mouth to the words and actions of the professor, which are equal to his own words.

(What? It's not just the smell. This feeling......)

A cluttering, unpleasant sign.

And, at that time, Professor Littman reached an answer as to what thought process he had gone through.

"I see. You. Are you the returnee?"

How many upsets? Kosuke realizes that he is about to be swallowed by the different atmosphere in this room and by Professor Littman's narrative. Scold yourself in your heart and rebuild your spirit as soon as possible.

"I see, I see. Then there's no reason not to know yet."

"What?

"About the unworldly."

Professor Littman overlaps words as a professor of everything, knocking on the floor with tips and leather shoes and sticks.

"You should not be ignorant. Even if you can't be all-knowing, people must always keep fighting ignorance. It is even a duty, of the supremely intelligent species"

……

"Let me therefore lecture you, who are ignorant of them." You, "In hell," you fought and ran away with them. Are you relieved to seal the mirror gate? Have you regained Claudia Barenberg and seen hope for the future?

Professor Littman's inquiry is close to that fruit, just solitary. He seems to be asking Kosuke, his eyes constantly wandering through the void.

"You. Sure, it is." They cannot descend into this world without opening the mirror gate. "They, essentially without flesh, cannot cross the separation between" hell "and" the world ". It doesn't have the strength to maintain existence."

"No flesh?

Sure, no matter how many times I hung up, those hungry modkies regenerated. I was able to destroy it for the first time using magic in combination. Nevertheless, I think there was flesh. Therefore, Kosuke asked unexpectedly, but Professor Littman continued to talk to Kosuke without looking at him.

"But there are exceptions to everything. However, they can affect this world. It is sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shadow, or, above all, something that seems fateful"

Ledda's, the shadow I saw in the back of my eyes. Is that what Professor Littman said, "The Hells"?

"Strongly influenced. who dedicate themselves. There are many people who hold them in their hearts. They have the power to make the most of their influence because they only have a small amount of influence."

But... Professor Littman's eyes caught Kosuke again.

"" That person's power has increased and his influence has increased. More people are connected to the other side, and finally, the "whining wind" is unleashed in this world.

"-" The Mourning Wind "means that bloody wind?

Small, Professor Littman nods. Those eyes, they don't see the void anymore. I'm looking at Kosuke.

"The separation between" Hell "and" the world "is shaking. Earlier, they said they couldn't cross the world's divide without a" mirror door "... except now. Now that this separation is shaking, if there is a medium that is easily connected to the narrow space, the strong individual will be able to descend" into the present world "while remaining present.

For example, a mirror. Mirrors that reflect different worlds, especially when they are aligned mirrors, only shake the separation of worlds.

For example, thick fog. The deep mist that closes the sight an inch away also shakes the place itself called "The World".

And water.

The world is connected by water. Water is the natural gateway to all worlds.

Kosuke dropped his gaze under his feet.

"That concludes the lecture. Now, experience the rest on the ground."

"Chi!!

Fast forward. In an instant I pack my time, grab Professor Littman's neck and slap him on the floor.

Professor Littman stripping white eyes. However... the eyeballs that moved straight captured Kosuke. Not grey eyes. Red, glowing eyes.

"The gates are open?

"Huh!? You..."

Kosuke's voice was scratched off.

Immediately afterwards, countless "something" jumped out of the floors of the flood, which raised tremendous bubbles, with screaming, but for that reason.