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

"Well, we did deliver"

"Yeah, sorry for the trouble"

"No, never mind. Excuse me."

I apologize to Balf for sending me the tallow, and close the door for a while when I see him leave.

I looked back and saw Tallow rolling into bed and Cigal sitting in bed worried, sighing deeply.

"I haven't fallen in a row or anything. This guy...

"Oh, haha..."

I was wondering what you were doing when you had something to do, and you went out of your way to show Bulph.

Not to fight it, just to show it.

"Damn, you're a handful."

"... that sounds painful, Mr. Tallow"

"I deserve it. Even more impotent with burdensome sorcery. Instead, it's usually weird that it's done this way."

The magic he uses is magic that he can't normally use.

Instead of me, it's probably magic that neither cell nor gurd can do.

The fact that recoil using such objects is done to this extent is, in itself, usually strange.

That magic is a complete Tallow original.

First of all, there's no one who can imitate it, and there's probably no one who can meet the conditions for using it.

No, if you look, you might find it, but even if you were there, it would be on the level of a few people in the world.

Control of refinement of alchemy, homogeneous control of usually magic and dragon magic and pseudo-magic, as well as the use of immortality and the physical control that can withstand it.

This is the first business that has all of this and can be controlled and used at the same time.

Prepare multiple Spirit Stones that have been stabilized for Magic Refill and convert them into pure Magic in your body.

Circulates magic in the body that is clearly above the content limit value and activates square-enhanced magic with all three types of magic.

Forced to hold back reactions by uncontrolled rampant magic with immortality.

And just for a few dozen seconds, a move to get physical abilities that could be comparable to ours.

It's unscrupulous. There's no substitute for suicide if we just talk.

Such an ideal line of moves is the level of laughter with your nose.

But he shaped it. You're such an idiot.

"... hey, isn't your sister worried that Mr. Tallow will use that magic?

"You must be worried."

Of course. You can't call that a decent move.

This guy uses a trick that kills you if you make a little mistake.

Even if we can't capture magic with our eyes like Sigal, we know something unusual about what he's doing.

You can't be worried about watching Tallow sleep with his breath rough and his chest up and down.

I get anxious if my heart won't stop like this.

It's just that the load isn't a simple magic rampage, extra.

"Actually, look, but it's a technique that I know is abnormal just because I hear reason. It's unscrupulous. That's it."

We just asked what we did from the fallen tallow, and we didn't see where we ended up using that move.

In fact, Bulf and his men were the first to see it. But the boulder bulf has to be explained. The species itself can't be understood.

"Don't you think I'd let you use it?

"If you don't have to use it, use it."

Holding Tallow's hand, he answers pale to Sigal, who listens without looking at this one.

"But I have the power to fight and I'm not in trouble. Peace is best, but not everyone thinks so. Then I'm not going to deny what he asked for to get stronger."

"... your sister is strong after all. I can't wait to worry."

Sigal leans down and exhales in her heart with a weak voice.

Look at it and sit next to it, stroking Sigal's head.

"Shouldn't you be worried? Looks like he meant it this time, but if I saw your worried face, I wouldn't use it like that."

"Really?

"That's right. I'll beat you up with me when anything happens. I worry about you day after day. I'm worried about being pomped, too."

"Haha, yeah, maybe that's good too"

Sigal laughs weakly at my words. I'm worried about him, too.

I hear Haku taught you a lot, but Sigal won't be able to beat Tallow.

Though I don't think he's the one who needs to worry more than Tallow.

"Let's get it right back for what I worried about."

"... well, when you wake up, you have to give it back properly."

When I say what happened to Tallow with a nigga laugh, Sigal also has a slightly unpleasant grin.

Yeah, you still can afford it. When I'm revived on this topic, I'm in a little trouble.

"Hey, what did Sigal remember? You were fucking some kind of hack, weren't you?

"Oh, yeah, uh, I don't know what to say. A move to force you to delude your current limits, I guess."

"Oh, what the hell. Are you okay with this?

"I'm pretty tired, but I'm fine because it's not a real, unscrupulous move like Mr. Tallow's"

I'm worried you'll be okay. This guy and Tallow are alike to each other, not at all.

I don't know much about people either.

"Don't be impotent. I'm worried about Tallow, but you're family too."

Tell him to hold his head slightly taller than himself against his chest and stroke his head.

"... yeah, thanks sister. But I'm fine. I'm fine."

Sigal says it with an up-and-coming, solid voice, holding his head.

Do I have to trust you if I say so far?

"Mm, I got it."

"Thank you, sister"

Sigal hugging her hips as she thanked me for the honest nod.

This kid is too firm, so I think he's just about sweet sometimes.

He said he'd do his best. Should we let him do it? When you're tired, you can support him.

Do you want to keep a nail on this idiot for now, Sigal and me?

I'll have to hit you once I wake up.