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

"Mr. Tallow, you used fairy art for me for the first time."

"Is that right?"

Somehow I camouflaged that earlier wave had unleashed fairy talent, and he caught on lightly.

Then from here on out, it's not good to think about it and not move.

I'm glad I hit the other hand. If I hadn't done that, I could have accidentally gotten a fairy talent and ended it.

"That's right. It's my first time."

Tell the facts as you hide your inner rush.

In fact, he has never beaten me to immortality, even though he has used the enhancement of immortality.

'Cause something he doesn't need to use a fairy blow on me.

Naturally. I'm not keeping up with his skill.

Even if it was moving at the same speed, it was clearly being done.

The overlapping density is still insufficient.

Mr. Tallow had been working hand in hand with Mr. Mirka and Master Refine the whole time he was in the Tree Sea.

The density of the training must be much darker than anyone else in the world.

I train with Huck and your sister and work hard every day, but then I can't keep up with him.

Because even he hasn't stopped.

Besides, he still has the top. If dealt with in a four-piece enhancement, the battle will be decided in an instant.

That speed, that force, slowly transcends my double reinforcement.

Even so, there can be no reason for him to use the capital of Qigong Immortality on me.

Besides, releasing magic doesn't work for him. He himself is inconspicuous because of his many uses of fleshbullet warfare techniques, but he is also highly capable of sorcery warfare.

In my magic exercises, if I try to make them aggressive, they will be perceived and dealt with.

Any sorcery used in the melee is a bitter measure to counter him.

Whatever it takes to get up, I'll never get to him now.

Yes, not me now, it won't arrive.

So I let it arrive (...). I became myself to reach him.

I was forced to unlock the possibility of a future that would one day be possible.

Of course I can't do this for such a long time.

The amount of magic consumed is unusual, as is the amount of magic used to fight.

Same time limit as Mr. Tallow.

Later either time runs out first or is beyond the target.

I was so sure of it in one piece earlier, but if it's my condition now, I can go over Mr. Tallow by magic.

In pure witchcraft, I'm apparently better than Mr. Tallow.

But that's probably just for now.

A few more times, at the earliest, twice. If you use witchcraft, I'm sure he'll handle it.

Me and him now, this is like grasping his hand and everything over there eating an unexpected blow.

I won't say anything cowardly, given that the actual battle always doesn't know the other hand.

I still can't afford to say this because it hasn't actually reached him yet.

But...

"This will finally make it a decent battle"

I can't stop burning my face. I'm so glad my spare face disappeared from him in front of me.

He finally looked at me. He finally saw "Mage Sigal" instead of "Lover Sigal".

Unlike before, I'm really delighted that his vigilance makes me remember the unpleasant feeling in my spine, apparently because of the posture and signs of entering a combat posture.

Oh, finally, I'm finally here.

I finally got off to a start.

I finally got up next to this guy. I'm in sight. I've come as far as I think this man deserves to fight!

"Fun. It's not fun, Mr. Tallow!

"I'm too scared for that. Sigal, do you really want to be gentle?

Still the same, another laugh leaks to some loose answer.

Yeah, I know, this guy's like this.

He's the one who tries to keep himself as flat as possible, no matter how much fear he has.

So strangely misunderstood.

He said he was strong. He said he could fight. That's how we all recognize it.

Actually, no. This man is a very weak and brittle man. So I can't stand unless I'm strong.

Because I know my weak self well, I float to avoid putting my weakness forward as much as possible.

I'm sure that's also what makes it so easy for him to shake it off only when he's angry.

Hard, sad, and scared are deluded. Because that's the weak part I recognize.

But anger, to mislead that sadness, came to mislead the hard.

So unlike other emotions, he can only shake off his anger emotions in the extreme.

"Oh, no."

"Sounds like fun..."

I wanted to support him like that. I wanted to protect him.

I thought so, wanting to be very strong and gentle and too weak to support him.

Finally. I finally caught up with that thought.

There's no way this isn't fun! There's no way I'm not happy!

"I'm going for real, so be ready!

"Seriously..."

He's the usual half-body. But unlike usual, there's no gap, there's an atmosphere of tension like watching all directions when you compete with Mr. Balf.

This is it, this is what I was looking for.

Come on, Mr. Tallow, take all I can right now!