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

"Gi... gi, gu... gu..."

Grab a fist, kill, eat up your teeth, kill, put all your strength into your body, kill, with all the power you can have and all the thoughts in your heart, kill, don't know where it's overflowing, kill, push and kill your emotions.

"... Hmm."

The man was observing me like that with his neck tilted.

He seemed to be observing the efforts I was resisting, not through my murderous gaze or anything.

Looking at that face makes me feel even more murderous.

"Ugh... guh, gi..."

I cage my strength only to resist the emotions of the murderous spirit that swells up everywhere.

It's not to kill someone, it's to kill your feelings.

Still, this emotion slowly smears my thoughts as if to bruise me.

"Ugh... gyu... koro, su"

Kill. At the same time that one word was leaked out of my mouth, my thoughts were anointed all at once.

In an attempt to kill the man in front of you, if you should, if you have to, all your thoughts will be filled.

The force that was pointing inwards to resist that much is broken, and the body prepares to point outwards.

"... kill"

He stares at the man and flies with all his might.

But the man took my full blow on the barrier as if nothing had happened, and he's still watching me.

I get angry at being accepted without any problems, rather than looking like a man, and I go after him.

But the man prevented everything from any angle, any blow with any force, with a magic barrier without moving a step.

"Speaking of which, what's your name?

And I'm just saying I'm tired of it, and as usual, you're gonna hold me in magic and drop me on the ground.

Rolling to the ground in captivity I stare at the man but the man stays the same and doesn't move.

Naturally. This guy doesn't think there's anything wrong with someone like me.

How rampant I am, it's not so different for a man than having a child rampant.

"What happened to my name! What does that have to do with you?

"No, I didn't know what it had to do with me until you got that much better."

"I'm me! Get off me! I'll kill you! I'll kill you!!

"Well, I guess you are, but... hmm."

A man can hold me as he shows a rare and slightly troubled look.

And I always go into the cabin where I'm put to sleep, and I'm rolled into bed.

"Ma, don't try. As promised, I'll at least hang out with you until I get to the point of letting you into the city."

"Shut up! Die! Kill! but ahhhhhhh!!

Look at me sprinkling killing and anger at the man's words, and the man sighs softly.

Then he looked slightly tired and opened his mouth like a voyeur.

"... but when will we get into the city? I can't leave you any more than I picked up, and you picked up a totally nasty lady. I promised you trouble."

That said, the man leaves the cabin.

And as the man became invisible, his emotions slowly subsided.

I'm starting to feel more exhausted than angry and willing to kill a man with all my might.

"... couldn't you do it today"

I head to my desk, one of the few pieces of furniture in the cabin, and grab a pen.

And write today's record and a report to the man. This is my routine these days.

I don't know why, but I could write the letters of the humans of this time on this land.

The influence of the humans needed to make up this body, or the influence of the forces sucked up to recover in this land, because they connected to the world when they manifested themselves?

I don't know why, but I could write letters. So I wrote to that man.

"Let me get used to you so I don't have to kill people."

I left the paper that I wrote in my room.

I didn't know if a man would notice, but now that was the only way to convey his will.

And the man notices the sentence, and asks the question as he tries to impress me, and this is how he writes it back to the question.

There aren't that many questions about him. There are three or so things you always ask.

I don't know if you think I can afford to remember or if that's really the only question you have on the spot, but it's always like that.

As a result, the man promised to hang out with me until I was able to suppress my intentions to kill him, until I was at least allowed into the city.

I also know that I like that person.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be helping someone like me.

He must have lost his life at least the second or third raid.

"What's your name today?"

Remember what the man told you today and write my name.

I don't like it or anything. Write it short with that name I was given, Valhaul.

It just took a lot of effort there to remember the question, so I guess the number and length of that guy's questions are still correct.

Even if they say too much, I'm suspicious that I can remember in that state.

My head is filled with negative emotions, and all I can think about is wanting to destroy the existence in front of me.

Thinking about it makes me wonder if that man is watching me seriously.

"Lover of things."

I don't know what a man means in the end. That's why I'm just concluding.

It doesn't matter if you're going to use me for something or if you have a plan.

Now I can make myself live forever by relying on that man. That's what I'm breaking it off.

But as I was about to do, I could stand to hit him just a little bit, but in the end, he would.

The more patience I have, the more willingness I have to kill later.

I feel the spiciness of resistance to the intention to kill because I have never given myself up before.

But if you don't resist, that adds another negative emotion.

I still have a little more twitching and annoying emotions in me at the bottom of my belly.

This is how I can think now. I can stand it if a man is not beside me.

But as it is, sometimes I can only act completely drunk by this emotion.

"Ha, what if I'm crying? It should be harder for brothers who are drawing strength to the fullest."

Brothers closer to me should have a bigger urge than me.

It should be completely emotional and rampant by now. No crying to this extent. It's just sweet.

When it was an emotion I was going to spit on my weakness, the paper with the name on it disappeared from my sight.

They sensed my hand stopped and let a man transfer to hand.

I guess that man isn't just a magician. It clearly deviates from my ability as a magician.

It's not just strong. There's something fundamentally wrong with his magic.

I don't know what that is, but at least it's convenient for me.

I'll change myself well with that guy like this.

That's what I thought, the cabin door opened.

There was a man looking down at me with a piece of paper with my name on it.

Men don't usually come this quickly.

So I wasn't alert. I didn't have time to contain my emotions.

"Death -"

Though he was smeared with intent to kill at once and tried to assault him, he was detained before moving.

This time it is unusual and my mouth is blocked as well as my body.

The man is looking down at me with a serious face I've never shown him before.

And he reached out to me falling down and squealed my name bossy.

"Valhaul... Hmm, Cheng Cheng"

A man calls his name and stares at me. That just makes my negative feelings swell more and more.

I resent this man. Hateful. Jealous. It's harsh.

I can't wait to kill this man to get rid of it all.

"Mmm! Humph! Hmm!

"It's a tough name that doesn't suit a lady. That's a fucking name. You bet, lady."

The man doesn't care how I get busted.

And the man's words are in my ear, but the contents are out of my mind.

But I don't know what it is or what it is, but I only know that a man is trying to do something.

A man wraps so much magic in his body that for the first time since I've been here.

I've never seen it before, and I wonder if humans can wrap up such a joke of magic, so much magic that all consciousness goes to it for a moment.

This is an unusual force for me to learn to fear.

I have goosebumps. A disgusting sensation rises inside my body.

The same fear of being killed rises in me as when I was relative to those I feared for the first time in my life. Fear prevails over all other emotions.

Because of that, and because of that, his words got to his head as meaning.

"I hereby command you with my power. Cursed name, bearing the negative of the world and commanding the name of the curse to be destroyed by my power. I won't tolerate resistance, I won't admit it, just obey. His name is not Valhaul."

There is magic in words. Unusual magic resides in words.

And most of all, I'm kidding, all of that enormous magic hasn't gone through the world.

It's all the magic of this guy himself. Is this guy really human?

Men twist the phenomenon the world is refusing, on their own.

I don't know your rules. I was wondering if you knew how the world was.

I am forced to change it to the shape I want.

"My name is Grudhul Fau Grud Uml. The world, kneel under me."

At the same time that the man said that the last time, I learned the feeling that something that was in me would break.

And the emotions that had swelled all the way up until just now disappeared beautifully.

No, there's something smoking at the bottom. But still, it's a lot better than ever.

"... Shit, can't it be perfect? I haven't either."

The man looked at me, pounding his tongue.

It's as if you know my condition without asking me.

As you understand that his curse is still in me.

"You, what the hell, what"

I look up at the man who had already been released from custody.

I don't understand what the presence in front of me is as early as possible.

What the hell is this guy?

"I'm a magician. Still a chick."

The man told me, with all due respect, to be nothing.