At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

After talking to Mr. Tallow and the others for a while, Inai's sister returned.

That face looks a little like giving up something.

I'm sure the discussion didn't go well.

"Welcome back, how'd it go?

"I expected it, but it's just that he's in possession of his own armament. I can't say anything."

When Mr. Tallow asked about the results, your sister replied that the discussion was still over for nothing.

But maybe that can't be helped. The discomfort of that sword is unknown to normal people.

Only a limited number of people can see that dark magic with their eyes.

It looks like Huck can somehow sensibly understand something he doesn't like, but normally he can't.

"But it doesn't look good for the owner."

"Oh, my God."

When I speak to my sister about the danger of the sword, she looks surprised and gives it back.

So Kroto explained what you were saying, and your sister got a little worried with one hand on her jaw.

It doesn't matter at all, but your sister seems to have come out of the painting at times like this.

Very kind and beautiful. I want to be like this, too.

"Tallow."

"Mm, what?

Your sister speaks to Mr. Tallow as her thoughts seem to have gathered.

Besides, Mr. Tallow responded with no hesitation. Really very easy.

Maybe you know what they're going to say.

"Perhaps that kid will challenge you. That would be for sure. I'll bring that sword here on purpose."

"I guess so"

"Well, I'm not saying there's no chance they're after us. But that would be unlikely. If that's the case, they'll be attacking us before class starts. He wants to slap you right in front of this group. No, you want to kill me."

"I thought so. His eyes, they weren't normal."

When your sister sets out her views, Mr. Tallow accepts as a matter of course.

His eyes on Mr. Tallow were hatred itself.

There's nothing weird about remembering those eyes.

No, I brought that sword anyway.

It's easy to imagine what you want to do.

"So Tallow, when it does, that sword-breaking broke"

"Oh, that's the conclusion"

"You can't argue with what you have, it's a dangerous sword for the owner. That's all you can do."

"Roger, well, I'll try my best. I'm a little scared though."

"Oh, I'll leave the way to it. I brought that stuff out. Be prepared for one or two of the injuries."

Mr. Tallow was returning a word of understanding while voicing the feeling that he didn't want to do it a little bit.

But Mr. Tallow hasn't noticed. I'm sure he hasn't noticed.

Mr. Tallow says in words "annoying, scary, I don't want to do it" at times like this.

No, the fact is, I don't think the part where you think that's true is a lie either.

That voice is exactly what I feel it is.

But that expression contains something a little more amusing.

I'm sure this look is unconscious. I can't measure its sincerity, though.

"As you break his sword, you can't tell him anything in particular, can you?

"If I came to kill you in a mock fight with a clear will, I can say somewhat, to what extent"

"I see. But I have to get hurt."

"Don't be."

"Bye, no."

"Well, that kid's heart breaks"

"Oh, I see"

Break your heart. In other words, it gives him defeat even without complete skin.

Simple skill does not extend to Mr. Tallow, and even if he brings it up and tries it, he will beat it up.

I'm sure self-esteem will tear you down.

I deserve it though, and I can break it because I'm that kind of person with hands.

But you're still worried. Kroto said you were dangerous. That really bothers me.

"Mr. Tallow, be careful, okay?

"Mmm, I'll be careful. I don't want to get hurt for nothing."

Worried and speaking to Mr. Tallow, he responded with a gentle stroke of his head.

I don't feel anything there. That worries me a little after all.

"To my opponent, I want you, civilian. You can't just run away, can you?

When the break was over and the steps were taken to begin the mock war, he turned his sword to Mr. Tallow and said away.

I'm a little stunned by the anticipation.

But it may not be a bad thing if you think Mr. Tallow can handle it before the sword victims come out.

"Yes, yes, let's do it"

Mr. Tallow walks under him feeling like a pain in the ass with his head.

You didn't like the look of it. He opens his mouth.

"Lick it... it shows you hell..."

A grudging voice. Tell Mr. Tallow with the voice he deserves to describe it that way.

But I felt more like I had just spoken my emotions than pointed them at Mr. Tallow.

The blacker magic he was wrapped in is more wrapped up than during the break. Disgusting.

When the two of them face each other a little further apart, they lay their swords against each other.

Mr. Tallow uses the sword as usual. I wonder if it's a good thing it's not a technician sword.

He seems to be using physical protection, but he doesn't look like he's using any other special sorcery.

"That idiot... would have smashed it to pieces."

"Oh, I knew that, you're trying to add and subtract, Mr. Tallow"

"I broke my heart by smashing my sword. You're trying to keep him from getting hurt."

"If you hit him in person, you'd be quick."

Mr. Tallow doesn't even use fortified magic right now.

Maybe you're going to step up to match them.

"... here we go."

Cut your own thoughts in your sister's words and turn your consciousness to Mr. Tallow.

We're still seeing each other, but we're going to have an atmosphere soon.

Of course, he has the Devil's Sword. Rather, it may be right that suppression is ineffective.

And as expected, he steps in and is slashed by Mr. Tallow.

It was a different speed than when I showed it at school. That speed may be hard for me to deal with.

"Yabe."

Even as Mr. Tallow groans so much, he tries to retreat by unsuccessfully attacking the sword.

But he refuses to allow it to be pursued further and slaughtered by Mr. Tallow.

Mr. Tallow hasn't done all the attacks, but he doesn't look like he's doing them at his leisure.

Looks pretty critical and dealing with it.

"Damn, I knew I'd do everything I could."

"Hey... I hope you're not hurt."

Mr. Tallow is probably not doing everything he can right now.

I know it was unexpected and unexpected speed, but I only use my powers to the extent I can handle it.

I guess you're deciding you don't need to use your powers for nothing.

That's when he looks too desperate from the sight of it.

So much so that if you don't know what he's capable of, that that one mistakes him for his earnestness.

But there are a few other reasons for that.

Because some of the power Mr. Tallow uses exists at a price.

Especially if you use too much immortality, it seems to be overloaded, and you can't use more than a single shot without training.

Maybe that's what I'm fighting for so that there won't be any burden left after I can deal with it.

Only this time, if I can, I want that to stop...

"Hmm! You're good at running away! But I wonder how long we can get out of here!

On the contrary, waving the Devil's Sword, he can't see how tired he is when school is moving at an unusual rate, as if he were lying.

Rather, it is increasing its speed. That is impossible for me to deal with at the earliest.

I wonder if the physical strengthening of the Devil's Sword goes that far, staring at the Devil's Sword as he bites his magical immaturity.

"Don't worry about it. That one carries the price. He just didn't realize it."

Your sister speaks as kindly as she reads my thoughts.

The price. With that sword, it's almost like you're fighting your own life for food.

If you do that with all that feeling, it would be a stronger sorcery...

"Kuh!?

I hear Mr. Tallow's distressed voice, pointing his consciousness at Mr. Tallow, who was only slightly out of line.

Then I saw Mr. Tallow getting his sword played and exposing the gap. The Devil's Sword approaches him wondering if he will miss the gap.

But Mr. Tallow lowered his sword slightly at a speed that was inconspicuous to his eyes, as if his movements had been a lie earlier.

"What!?

I thought I captured him entirely with the Devil's Sword. He is amazed and eye-opening and hardening.

Mr. Tallow couldn't have missed the ski, but for some reason he wouldn't move.

No, I didn't, I couldn't move. He has a painful look with his left arm restrained.

"Gu... gu..."

Release your suppressing hand and set up your sword with one hand. The left arm of the garment is slightly cut when I look at it.

Mr. Tallow is in a state where he feels powerless in his left arm.

The wound itself is a scratch, no matter what you think. It's not deep enough to keep your arm from moving.

No way. Is that the effect of the curse?

"Well, apparently you couldn't."

He distorts his face in a heartfelt way. Very evilly distorted.

"Don't you have to use that sword? Give me that technician sword. Still, it doesn't mean anything."

He thinks he is in complete advantage now and looks down on Mr. Tallow for a provocation.

"This sword is a real devil's sword, not a fig you have or a half-baked alchemist."

I could see Mr. Tallow frowning at his words, laughing away at the slightest.

Then Mr. Tallow lays down his sword and stops the fasteners securely.

"Inai!"

And throw that sword at your sister, who holds it forward with both hands when she receives it.

That's all it looks like, and it's pathetic. I think Inai sister is cunning somehow.

"Hmm. Come on, no! Give me that sword! I need a magician's sword! If you don't knock it down, I'm sorry!

He seemed to think Mr. Tallow had let go of his sword to use a technician sword.

And I tell him that's what I want.

But Mr. Tallow took the dagger out of his pocket so that he would betray his expectations like that.

He has a look that can't hide confusion in his actions.

"Well, let's go on"

Mr. Tallow tells you to set up a dagger and continue.

But the said person shook his shoulder with a mess and stared at him with an angry expression.

"Fine, don't lick it, civilians"

It was fleshy to Mr. Tallow in an instant, whether to say it off or to run fast.

But something unexpected happens to him.

To match his sword, Mr. Tallow waves a dagger directly from the front.

And when the sounds of the swords meeting with each other sounded, blue, very beautiful blue magic ran on Mr. Tallow's sword and blew up the blacker magic.

"What!?

He breaks his knee at that moment, and Mr. Tallow laughs when he sees it.

"I hope the Demon Sword made by the Alchemist is half way there. Looks like you're losing half that sword."

He opens his eyes to Mr. Tallow's words and stares at the dagger.

"You! That's the Devil's Sword!

"Yes, you say, it's a half-baked demon sword made by an alchemist."

Demon Sword. The dagger Mr. Tallow always put in his nostalgia. It was the Devil's Sword.

"Hmm, it doesn't matter! That demon sword will break you too!

He lays his sword around the black magic again.

Mr. Tallow said his left arm was starting to move, and he was holding and opening his hand to make sure it was in shape.

"Now, shall I be rewarded for ridiculing this sword and the engineer's sword?"

And Mr. Tallow clearly speaks out with an angry look.

Oh, well, Chengcheng. He seems to have pushed it. Give me the switch that Mr. Tallow is serious about.

He made fun of your sister's technician sword and that demon sword.

Mr. Tallow is more angry about people than he is about himself.

Making fun of those two for him must have been something he deserved to be serious about.

"Aroness's sword? No, you had that one. That guy."

What a sister-in-law. Watching as she listens to her squeal from afar.

While I'm just worried I won't be slashed by that one anymore.