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

There was also time during the journey, so I asked about Tallow's situation in detail.

I have heard that Tallow has found a way to exercise witchcraft in unscrupulous ways.

Using magic squarely is unscrupulous, usually nobody does it.

Because if you are so unscrupulous, the forces you can no longer control will only attack you.

An act that means nothing, has no fruit, and just destroys one's body.

My sister would never do it. I mean, my sister can never do it.

The use of Tallow is not your sister's magic.

The liver of the strength of your sister's power is simple control and high efficiency.

It draws enormous power with an unlikely amount of magic, and uses magic with an efficiency that would normally be impossible.

But that means you can only use magic to the best of your control.

That's no exception to me, and if I cross the limits of my control, I get sick to my body with recoil.

There is no way you can exercise witchcraft, which is why you normally only use your powers as far as you can control them.

If we do it, the limit would be to raise it to just a little out of control output.

Using the power of an uncontrolled realm is nearly impossible.

The exercise of power that does not fit the length of his body causes him pain and cannot be controlled by magic under the circumstances.

Not to mention that no one would think of exercising a power that has crossed the control of their own power.

I can't do it in the first place, so it's not worth a try.

Just destroy your body as much as you do. Normally, such pointless impotence if normal.

It's not even supposed to be that unscrupulous. Even so, I did it with my magic.

The missing magic was compensated with spiritual stones, the lack of output was compensated by squares, and still used by squares without reaching it.

In the meantime, you're really not stupid to keep using fairy arts to force your body to stay.

But the stupid act of suicide reached a miracle shard, no matter how you look at it.

As a result, Tallow would of course remain unwell due to the recoil of the exercise of magic, as well as the immortality.

Perhaps the magic recoil is just too strong to notice the malaise caused by the immortal recoil.

"I heard you were impotent, but you're really impotent"

"Oh. That was no ordinary sorcery. I've never seen you heal like that before."

"The same goes for there, but that's all the control of this sorcery takes on the body. It's natural to fall if you use that in such an unscrupulous way. No, it's better to just fall."

"I don't know the area. Anyway, you can't do anything special like that."

Arne laughs haha, but maybe he just doesn't understand the seriousness of the matter.

No, I think you're laughing. This guy can have it.

I think it's time for the case to converge, and I feel like I'm going back to my normal Arne.

You're really cluttered, except for what's going on. I can't talk about people, either.

"It would be normal for him to fight as hard as he can in that state... or he's alive well. Normally, I think he's dead. The recoil of immortality is a joke."

It's weird to be standing and walking normally at the point of immortal recoil in the first place.

I know it's a gift of Mirka's teachings, but from me it's better to figure out how you can fight.

It's not strange that I've been asleep for a while just for the recoil of witchcraft, and it's strange that I can normally use witchcraft in that state.

"The neighborhood seems to be well preached to by Inai."

"I wish you'd listen honestly and sleep"

"If I were such a man, I'm sure the empire would have collapsed completely"

"... well, I guess so"

I've spoken to Tallow less often. Enough to count the number of times we've met.

Still, I understand that he's the one who shows intent and restraint in weird places.

That's why I left my sister to him then.

"That's why he arrived at the miracle, and attracted weird things, too,"

The words that squealed so small were wiped out by the car's moving noise and have not reached anyone's ears.

Of course I don't mind because I wasn't willing to make you listen.

Just as a matter of fact, something to tell myself it might be.

Tallow has reached a miracle. I put my finger on a magical scale.

Of course it would be a terrible naive thing to call it magic.

Still, it made sense to twist the world just a little bit.

As a result, it is possible to peek into areas that cannot normally be opened and attract objects that are not good.

Originally there was a mixture of croto in the tallow, because I heard it.

If you think about it, it's not because you used magic. It's possible.

But then why did that happen at this time?

There should have already been a time to make a difference if you were just weak.

Only this time, the fact that it is in that state means that the conditions are in place to become it.

And I have a feeling one of those conditions contains magic.

The medium is Tallow himself. It wouldn't be that hard to talk about if you were to attract it.

Even with magic, you are likely to be able to trace the power that is connected.

Nevertheless, only one question remains.

I hear Tallow doesn't usually use the same sorcery as I do.

Even when used, it is only when it is a quadruple reinforcement during enhancement, or when it is a quadruple reinforcement.

Of course you have some workout, but Tallow's magic power will soon deplete you.

In other words, Tallow is unlikely to have had enough workouts to get to magic.

I think there's probably something missing. Not me, I missed Tallow himself.

Otherwise it would be too unusual to reach a miracle.

Tallow is likely unconsciously exercising something to replace his workout.

I think some species exists somewhere that reaches miracles, but I don't think he understands.

No, the biggest question in the first place is, turning the magic of the Spirit Stone to the body, what kind of impotence can it be?

"We're here. You're not going down there?

"Oh, oh, sorry"

Arne called out wondering where she had reached a question she could not answer by herself.

Apparently, the car had already stopped. I was too buried in my thoughts to notice.

I honestly don't know much about alchemy, and I'll ask Brother Aroness next time.

Inevitably, once in doubt, follow Arne, who got out of the car.

Turning around and looking at the car, the lady came about honestly too.

That's true when you're listening to Tallow, and that's true when I was thinking and shut up, but I'm too grown up.

Usually it's time to say, "My servant, I'm going!" or something like that and it's going to run out.

I've been in my car for a long time and I still walk around beside me.

This may already be entirely settled. I have an opponent for this guy ahead of me.

And that, if my predictions were correct, would be under Sister Inai.

With the shards of Kroto's soul, he drew the demon god by its connection, the Tallow.

Perhaps the remnants of that power still remain in the tallow.

The lady feels it and is following us under the tallow.

Now I think it was quiet from around where we talked about the demon gods.

Of course I'm pretty sure I was obstructed and obstinate about something in the first conversation.

Still, I guess there was a reason not to pinch my mouth in the conversation that followed, but to be quiet.

Inai, can I come in?

When Arne knocked in a certain room, he heard a familiar voice from inside, "Go ahead".

When you follow that word, the Lord of the Voice greets us.

The owner of a voice that has not forgotten anything for a moment. Sister Inai. As cute as ever.

It's kind of hard on my heart to think that things have gotten cute since I met Tallow in the Tree Sea.

Tallow was asleep in bed and his sister was sitting in a chair beside him.

"Is that the child?

When she stood up, she also said hello and asked about the lady first.

I've talked to my sister over and over again and I doubt it for granted.

I don't know anything about what a girl needs, and I don't care too much about her.

"Yeah, I am. I think it would be better for him to talk the usual way later."

"... ma, well, maybe I do. But she's cuter than I thought. I was imagining a little tougher, but you're really cute."

"The contents aren't cute at all."

"Ha, sounds like I'm taking good care of you for saying so. Your clothes are pretty, aren't they? Is this your hobby?

Sister Inai looks at the lady's clothes and says with a nigga laugh.

It's not like that. I just bought it as recommended by the clerk.

Besides, I wanted to leave you alone if I could.

But at the time of the first encounter, this guy was unscrupulous, and it was terrible afterwards.

I just felt like some kind of misery would happen if I left it.

Besides, I can't leave you alone in another way right now...

"But you don't look like a kid like you said. You're a big girl."

Sister Inai decides for some reason that the quiet lady is a dear child, crouching and staring at her face.

It doesn't make that much difference if you don't crouch, or something like that, you'll get beat up.

But the lady doesn't respond to her sisters' gaze like she peers from the bottom.

"Here we go, I'm Inai. What's your daughter's name?

My sister asks gently, but still no response to the lady.

I wonder, and when I peek into my face, I realize that my gaze is not right for my sister.

My sister followed her gaze as she noticed.

There's only one person ahead of that gaze. It's just Tallow.

"I see you, I... I really see you... Gu Gu, I live, I see you...!

When the grunt went into her ear and glanced back at the lady, she was tearing up.

With a soothing, happy, but unbelievable, complex look.

"Fugu, higu... properly, he lived... for me...!

Approaching Tallow with flirtatious and slightly suspicious footsteps.

I know what the lady's up to. I'll stop by just in case, but I didn't have to.

The expression is very gentle and the hand that reaches out to Tallow is very gentle.

And when he touches Tallow, he crushes Kusha's face and the amount of tears increases even more.

"You, too, yeah, what the heck... you can live, you can stay... good, uuch, really good...!

The lady shrugs so as she touches Tallow's shoulder, and begins to cry thoughtfully at the end of the day.

The cry was not a sad thing, but something that I felt like I was happy and couldn't help but say.