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

Stupid! Something so stupid happens!

"You, what is that sword!

Whenever I meet with his dagger, I lose my strength and my knee is about to collapse.

The power that is flooding out of the sword becomes imperceptible for a moment. What, that sword?

"I just said it. Alchemist's devil's sword."

He says to my sword trident, reinforced by the power of the Devil's Sword, while responding as normal.

All attacks are matched by that dagger. And every time, the power keeps falling out.

"Don't be ridiculous! The artificial demon sword can't be strong enough to beat the real demon sword!

Demon swords are not only their abilities, but swords. Their objects also have a high strength, and they can't be each other in a decent meeting directly from the front.

That sword, instead of each other, is going on this sword. The feeling of meeting makes me know why. He said if you keep hitting that sword, it would be 'me' who would break it.

"Looks like we can beat it, though."

He understands that. That dagger is better than this one.

Whether it's the first blow that's unknown, now, for sure, he understands his advantage.

"And you, why can you move that left arm!

Exhorts the most pointless question that the beings in front of you are made of.

The strength of this sword is not just physical strengthening. I know because I tested the power of this sword beforehand. If cut with this sword, it will lead to twitching and death, even if it is not fatal.

At least, at the point of being cut, the perimeter of that site ceases to function. If I cut it slightly near my heart, that's all I can do. Such a sword.

That said, this guy, with his left arm, which should have been cut off, struck back my sword several times. What the hell is this guy?

"Well, why not?"

He gives me a proper return on my screams. The appropriateness of that voice is irritating again.

But the voice is backwards, and his expression is not the same as it was in the beginning.

Accurately, not a single hand goes wrong, it comes perfectly to my sword. There are no moves that you don't seem to be able to afford when you start a meeting.

Instead, I feel so fearful about the sword trident that I wonder if I'm reading the future.

"This is happening! Can this happen!

You can't have it. I even took out my family heirloom demon sword and challenged him.

You're fighting until you bring up a real, rare Devil's Sword to see.

Why can he deal with this sword? Why can that sword break this sword? Why would you break a dagger like that!

"You made fun of my sword. Made fun of my master's work. This is the one I want to be mad at."

He didn't try to match the sword with my words this time, he hit the sword from the other side.

Not to me, but to my sword. He attacked 'me'. This guy, he's gonna break 'me'.

"I don't know what to do! And you're the one who made fun of it! This country! Give us the nobles! Give me this!!

Screaming blacker, swirling emotions, like spewing a curse.

Yes, the bad one is the one. He insulted us.

He stops moving for a moment to my scream. I don't miss that gap, I wave my sword.

"Right, right. Maybe you're right. But still."

That's how he whines and disappears from my sight. The sword cuts the sky and I lose sight of him.

But not being captured by sight is likely to be behind it. Swing your sword behind your back with all your might without interrupting.

When that's the biggest failure, it reminds me of the next moment.

He said it would have been wiser to fly, no matter what.

"I can't throw that sword away, and I won't let Mr. Aroness say anything halfway through it!

He puts a dagger on my sword with unprecedented power and unprecedented passion.

An invisible force, a force unrecognizable to me, enters my sword, into 'me'.

Inside the sword, the impossible magic and the shock that is converted from it tries to crush 'me'.

Ever since earlier. The magic that had been pouring in all along. He was trying to erase the magic of 'me' and crush me from the inside out.

"Damn, up...!

There is a crack in the sword and at the same time pain runs all over your body.

What is this, and so has a crack in my sword, but why does that hurt my body so much?

As if the sword had become itself, it seems that it feels the pain of the sword. What the hell is going on?

I see. Is this what Kroto was saying?

He groans at me and looks down at me. Don't be ridiculous, what are those eyes? What kind of eyes look at that boring thing?

I'm the one who can look at you like that! It's something I can point at!

The nobility sees civilians as garbage, and you civilians must not have your heads higher than ours!

"The proof that Mr. Aroness's sword is superior to that has been made. So let me finish."

When he squeals like that, he misses the dagger, and takes out that sword, the magic guide technician sword, and squeals the exotic language.

"Gakrasenken"

With that word, the sword glows and turns as it gives rise.

That sword I couldn't even hold. Launch it as normal and list it as normal.

"Matoe, Gaklasenken"

Also, when he speaks an exotic word, the light of the sword becomes stronger, and the sword becomes like a pillar of light.

And I'm sure he won't shake that sword. To try not to break 'me'. To kill 'me'. To break it.

Is that what you're allowed to do? Is it something that kills me?

I hold the sword and shield my body the moment he tries to wave it, not to kill 'me'.

"... Huh?

The light looms behind you. I feel terribly slow about it.

What am I doing? Use your body as a shield to keep your sword from breaking?

What the hell. Probably to protect 'me', but it's weird. Something's wrong.

"It's natural to protect me. Because I'm you. So die to protect me. Be my food. '

I thought I heard those words ringing in my head.