Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S Rank ni Natteta

As I passed through the hole behind the haze, my view became clear again. But it's still dark. It's so dark, I don't know if it's before or after. Bergliff turned around. The hanging yarn has disappeared from the middle.

"... I have no choice but to go."

Just move on. It was originally intended. I do not notice any more fear now. Mystery and phantom pain had subsided. I wondered if that black haze had gone, but it was no guesswork. Bergliff went fast, but with caution. No guesswork. But Angelin should be ahead.

I didn't know how far it had gone. Even the sense of time seemed to be diluted. Nevertheless, as I proceeded quickly, I could see a little bit ahead of me.

"Angers"

Bergriff rushes out saying that. But as we approached, we knew it was not Angelin. As a dokiri, I did my hand on the waist sword. Food in deep white robes. It was Schweiz. No left arm has been killed by Graham, but no blood is flowing. Schweiz stopped and looked at Bergliff.

“Came or“ Akaoni ”” “……”

Berglyph narrows his eyes and prepares to pull out the sword at any time. Schweiz laughed at him.

"Don't be scared. There's no reason to fight you."

Berggriff was a little sloppy at saying that he could do as much as he wanted, but it certainly doesn't make sense to fight Schweiz here. In the first place, he is not a winner.

"I'm looking for that girl."

Schweiz said. Bergliff looks up with a surprise.

"Do you know?" "I went ahead"

Schweiz indicated in his chin the direction he was heading. Berglyph narrows his eyes and looks far away. But nothing is visible. Only the dark space is still widening.

"Would you come with me anyway?" "... what are you planning?" "It's just the same destination. Come or not?"

Schweitz said so and walked quickly. Bergliff thought a bit, but indeed the destination is the same. Unwilling to be companion but nothing else. So I followed a little behind. Schweitz opened his mouth, facing forward.

"I'm grateful to you. Without you, I couldn't come here." "... What's this here?" "The place that left" "Solomon ..."

Bergliff looked around. But nothing is visible as ever. From his mouth, there is a clause that Schweiz wanted to come here. Bergliff looked at Schweiz's back, looking ahead with a suspicious look.

"What was your purpose in the end?" "One thing to come here, another thing to look beyond."

Schweiz continued quietly.

"I'm tired of that world. I've lived a little too long. I realized the limits of magic. Above all, I was worried about where Solomon, the greatest wizard in history, left. Not after death, I studied violently on necromancy and found it out, so I came to space-time magic, and I was interested in another dimension that Solomon had left. "

If you reveal the seed, it's pretty simple. As Graham had guessed earlier, the wizard's extraordinary curiosity and quest began.

"... for such a thing"

When Berggriff muttered, Schweitz laughed.

"Sure, that's true for you, but for me, happiness and what you say are like that. Delight and happiness are just moments of emotion. "Nothing remains after", "Curiosity will be the same," "No. Curiosity produces another thing. Magic is all the result of the wizard's curiosity. Development develops curiosity. Happiness produces nothing. No, although curiosity is like attachment to the spell, "" and you're bound. "

Berglyph himself was surprised to hear unusually ironic words. Schweiz laughed at him.

"But there was a limit on its own. The powerful event flow to perforate the path to this space would not move without strong emotions. We needed happiness and love to create it. I couldn't do it anyway, but you did it. "" ... What was the event stream in the first place? Why did you use Angers? " "Let's explain one by one. First, every event is connected. One action causes another phenomenon, like the wind creates a wave, breathing moves the heart, It's a big flow and the world is being built. ''

That's right, Bergliff nodded. Every thing has a cause.

"But human beings have will. No, it's not limited to humans. A group that studies space-time magic, especially the flow of events, is what we call the" soul. " The soul has a desire different from the original animal survival instinct. "Power, fame, pleasure ... love is one of them." "What if they create a flow of events?" "Yes. Unlike the unconscious flow, a phenomenon in which the wind creates waves, the soul Can act with purpose and create or interfere with the flow, whose soul vessels have been called heroes, who have created a mighty flow that encircles them. The hero of the founding country or the hero of the defeat tan. They were the center of a mighty event. "... I guess they came to another space-time like this?" "It's not always the case. It was said that there was a hero, and he was sung with a hero, but was disturbed in peace and killed, and the grief and despair of those people perforated the space. "

Schweiz cut off a bit. Berglyph narrows his eyes.

"So?" "The power to perforate space-time comes from despair. As Solomon did, the explosion of hearts and emotions that thought there was no place in that world swirled in the flow of events. The spiral movement pierces the space, so I thought at first that it was going to cause confusion in the world, which was part of raising Baal in Orphen. The despair of a hero born out of it?

Why Angelin? Berggriffe frowned. If despair for the world is key, Percival is likely to be qualified. An unconvinced face, Bergryf said, Schweitz opened his mouth.

"Is he a hero sword? Surely he is a hero's vessel, but the flow to that point is important for a major event. Not only the" hao sword "but your friends Only those who have, but they did not cause a major event, because there was no flow to it, and that daughter involved all of their flow on the journey. "It's a big flow of events." "... It's like directing the climax of a play." "It's strange to say. That's exactly right. That's why I use a pseudo-personality. I met them, they grew up, parted, loved, struggled with the "evil" ... all the factors brought up her, and the flow of those involved joined, so I was convinced that this girl was a big event So it's the essence of the flow, so make that flow a vortex "How can I ... read?" "I can read the past of others. But it is impossible to touch a little. So I exchanged with you as Ishmer and read the past. There was a time when we were working with us, and I showed that girl the dream and the painful past and feelings.

Schweiz took out an apple branch from his bosom and showed it to Bergliff. It is called Solomon's key.

"It was just a torrent. Her emotions overflowed and she lost her place in the world." "... No way, Sati gave birth to Angers."

Schweitz said flatly.

"It was an unexpected event for me. Of course, I couldn't imagine the baby going to you. But from that point on, the event might have started flowing in a certain direction. The flow around that girl had already been set to draw the fallen leaves, and it is natural to think so. "Why did you follow the Demon King to humans?" "I wanted to create a soul with mighty power." Solomon's homunculus is powerful, but after all it's nothing more than a program without a soul, and it can't be the mainstream of events. "" So to humans ... "" "Yes."

Schweiz dumped the branch he had in his hand casually. Bergliff looked at the branch with a suspicious face, and then looked at Schweiz.

"... I dropped it?" "I don't need it anymore"

So the conversation was a little broken. They walked silently. Eventually Schweiz opens his mouth.

"Don't get angry." "... I am?" "Oh, I remember being with you as Ishmer. I'm the one who made your daughter terrible, right? "Are you angry? If you say that if you kill you, Anger will come back, you'll do so even if you stab you wrong." "Hou" "... but I'll take Anger back I'm not here to kill you. "

Bergliff sighed.

"I can't agree or understand what you've done. But it's sarcastic, but I couldn't have met Angers without you. I suppose I knew Sati's suffering ... I'm a little disgusted. ''

Schweiz laughed aloud.

"It's totally weird. It's rare for you to be there. You don't have to be angry at what caused you to come up and help your daughter." "Is it really just coming here?" "Yes" "I think it's a bit weird"

I suddenly noticed that there was a border between the sky and the ground. The endless horizon is spreading, and stars are shining overhead. However, even if I looked closely, there was no familiar shape of the constellation.

Eventually, faint light became visible far beyond. The two of them proceeded steadily with that in mind. The ground is neither hard nor soft, but fatigue will accumulate if you keep walking. When my legs were a little tired, the light gradually came closer and I could see the outline of the light emitting.

"……wood?"

Bergliff squinted. It was a tree for sure. It is an apple tree with its branches and leaves. It emits faint light from the whole tree. There are plenty of verdant leaves with no worms, and red fruits are hanging around. I saw someone at the root. Black hair. I thought it was Angelin, but it wasn't. Schweiz walks into the tree with a clear step. Bergriff was alert, but followed him and accelerated.

Sitting there was a man with unbleached black hair stretched to the ground and stretched as he pleased. She is sitting in a thick robe, leaning against a tree and sitting at the base. The apple fruit in one hand was released and caught as a ball. The dark-haired man looked up and looked at the two people approaching. Still young. He had sleepy eyes, but the eyes behind him were sharp.

"Oh ... it's a day with a lot of customers." "Solomon. What's ahead?"

Schweiz said. Bergliff looks at Schweiz in surprise. The black-haired man looked suspicious.

"Hmm? Do you know me? Who are you?" "Schweiz. It's a magician."

Solomon caught the apple he had thrown away and looked funny.

"Han, a wizard. It's a shit to come here because there is nothing to see below." "If you understand, it's fast." "It's bad to expect, but there's nothing here." "Hey," "I don't believe this face," "There's more to be here."

Solomon said, exhaling at the apple and wiping it with a robe sleeve.

"Do you really want to see the future? Isn't this world as organized here?" "I don't care" "I like things.

Solomon snapped his finger. Bergliff was afraid to reach his sword handle. Schweitz's right arm collapsed like a block of earth. Schweitz seemed surprised for a moment, but soon began to laugh.

"This is good! You can still see things you don't know!" "... It's like an old idiot"

Solomon muttered as if stunned. Schweiz looked at Bergliff. The look from under the robe was indeed Ishmer's.

"Farewell" Akaoni ". I'll never meet again."

Bergliff involuntarily reached out. But Schweiz's body crumbled and shattered, and it was finely scattered in the air and disappeared. Later, only Schweiz's laughter remained, like a wood spirit, but eventually diminished and disappeared.

Shin Bergliff was stunned and stood out. Solomon puts the polished apple aside and polishes a new apple in his hand. Then I went to Bergliff with just my eyes.

"And what about you?"

Solomon turned his face on Bergryf.

"I'm polite here, don't be far away, come here more."

Bergliff is approaching soon. Somehow it was not real. It is said that a young man in front of you once created the Demon King, stood at the top of the continent, and ended up with a heretic great magic that disappeared beyond space and time. He had his hand resting on the handle of his sword, but Solomon felt no hostility. Solomon nodded happily when she saw the glowing apple after it had been polished.

"Your friend has gone. In a crazy world with no form. Colors, sounds and emotions are all approaching the same as the body. You're crazy." I mean, they were enemies, but they said, "Enemys? Why did they walk together?" "I came looking for my daughter. "Just because she was," "Daughter?" "Did you not see me? With the same black hair as you." "I came. I passed by. But my child. It's not your daughter."

Solomon said, and threw the apple.

"I've done a poor thing for them. Leave them behind ... Do you know what's going on now?" "It's rampaging. After you leave here, you've almost destroyed what you created I'm listening. "" ... I see. "

Solomon catches the apple and sighs.

"What happened then? The world is unlikely to have died. It seems you have come." "They have been defeated by a brave man who has been blessed by the Lord God, Vienna."

Although not completely destroyed since then, Solomon squinted with nostalgia, Bergberg said.

"Oh, it's a nostalgic name ... yeah. That's what she got in the end. The main god. The old gods killed everything except that child." "...?"

Solomon murmured in front of a talkless Bergliff.

"He was a good boy. He loved humans and hated fighting. I just wanted him to laugh ... but where did he go wrong?" "... You ruled the continent with power "Yes, but I've defeated the old gods who ruled humans before that. I was killed and had a war like a board game. Only that child was different. "

Solomon threw the apple away. The apple bounced off the ground several times and rolled a little and stopped.

"When the man was pleased, he seemed happy too, so I did my best, but when it became more convenient, everyone embarked more and more. He looked sad and persuaded him to be a king and a general here and there to stop him many times, but no good, I was disappointed. "I don't know if I beat him." "So you ruled the continent ...?" "Oh, there were seventy-two strong children. It was easy. It was easy to do afterwards. Nobody was against me and the kids, but the rebels never stopped ... they killed everything, so there was no war, and no humans killed each other. I only killed the rebels, but Child did not you laugh. And gradually passing each other, I was frustrated to know and not me that child. I though did for that child! "

Solomon scratched his head with both hands. My hair is bulky and disorganized.

"One day, humans looked at me, and they released me from the old god! That child also left me. Only the children were my side, but it was natural! It's a fake thing, a fake thing, after all, nobody understood me, so I didn't care about everything, so here I ran away.

Solomon looked up at Bergliff as he stood up in the heat. There was a crazy color in his eyes.

"Well, what do you think? What did I do? Did I go wrong?" "... Do you already know?"

Bergliff said quietly. Solomon was astounded. He stares at the Bergryph. Bergliff looked back at it without movement. The color of the madness gradually faded from Solomon's eyes, eventually dropping his shoulders and his eyes down.

"... That's right. I knew it, but I didn't want to. I was afraid of it."

Solomon shut her knees. Bergliff looked around and said,

"Where is the girl who came here?" "... What do you do, what do you do? I'm sure I'm human, but half of it was back to what I was when I made it. Is it? "

Berggriff looked at Solomon silently. Solomon mumbled uncomfortably.

"... Did you say that girl was your daughter? Did you raise it?" "Yes, since I was a little girl." "It's a soul of a fake thing. Still?" "That girl is not a fake thing."

Bergliff stared at Solomon.

"My daughter, Angelin"

Solomon was down, but eventually raised his arm and gently pointed in one direction.

"... let's go. Over there." "Thank you."

Bergliff turned his cloak. After walking a few steps, Solomon's voice came from behind.

"Nah"

As he turned around, Solomon looked at the Bergryph with a squirm.

"... parents want their children to be happy?" "At least, I think so."

Solomon leaned on the tree and closed his eyes.

"Angelin ... or a good name."

Bergliff bowed a little and turned his heels. Stars are blinking in the sky. I walked fast. Gradually, Solomon and the apple tree became distant, and eventually the light became invisible. When I noticed, black clouds had begun to appear in the sky. A tepid breeze blew in and stroked my cheek. There is a black haze at the destination. The phantom limb pain that began to hold my breath began to tingle.

"Angier ..."

Berggriff muttered. As you get closer, the pain in your right foot that you shouldn't have increases. Nevertheless, he continued without stopping. The haze covers the body.

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Angelin was crouching and holding her head. It looks like a little child shrinking and scared. His limbs had turned black like a shadowman, and the black had crawled up and had eroded all the way to his face. The wind blew and swirled around like a storm, and a black haze swirled around her.

"Uuuuu ..."

――It's your fault. Without you, no one had to suffer.

Such a voice kept screaming in my head. Percival felt like Casim, Sati, and Bergliff were pointing and blaming themselves.

"Dad ... dad doesn't say that ..."

Even myself unconsciously spills from my mouth. But when it comes to your ears, another voice shouts in your heart.

――What is your father? In a habit of robbing your feet and robbing the future that should be.

And to the habit of sneaking into her daughter with a face that does not eat anything. It's like a cuckoo nest. Parasitic, have them grow up, and take away love with a face that eats nothing. Cuckoo drops the eggs, but he is stealing Bergriff's future.

If the adventurers could continue, they would have been happy. A life as a famous adventurer must have been waiting. Kasim would not be trapped in evil views, and Percival would not have drowned in hatred and continued fighting, and Satie would have had no sad parting. Even the Belgryf was determined to be better.

Angeline clenched her teeth. The voice of blame resounds in my head without stopping. When he once fought the shadowman in Bordeaux, he heard a voice in his head.

-Omaemo Onajida!

"I don't like it ... I don't like it ..."

Tears spill out. I wanted to help. However, I thought I was not eligible for help.

Why have you been born? Why did he seek happiness?

Finally, the entire face was the same as the shadowman. It's like the shadowman is dressed. I don't know my eyes, nose, or mouth. Nevertheless, tears are spilling from where the eyes were.

Become the Demon King soon. Then forget everything.

Some lament that I tell myself that I don't want to. The voice that accuses me and the voice that calls me are also echoing. It looks crazy.

"Uuuuu ..."

Moaning leaked. It didn't seem to be my voice anymore. The head comes blurry. The memories of the warm days I spent as Angelin come and go one after another, then disappear like melting.

Oh, this is forgotten.

I was relieved. I can finally be Angelin. Nevertheless, the heart that keeps mourning for help gets in the way. But that's also a matter of time. It's the same as memories, and it will melt and disappear. A little after.

"Angers"

I heard Bergryph's voice from behind the wind. The heart jumped. Not a hallucination. It's definitely a voice you can hear. I raised my face. Behind the blowing wind, I saw a figure.

--why?

The calm heart begins to wave again and rampage. Why did you come to such a place? Why don't you make me forget? Angelin stood up as if to hold down his swaying heart.

"Angier, are you there?"

--Dont come!

Shouted out. However, the space itself seemed to vibrate rather than vocalize. Still, the figure behind the wind came in step by step. Angelin staggers and falls back. I want to run away now and want to run away.

"... come home. Isn't your place in such a dark place?"

Run away with a staggered step.

――I don't have such a qualification!

Shouted out.

――So leave it alone!

It was a scream similar to pleading. The figure stopped. But he was already very close. Bergliff stared at Angelin. Red hair is shaking. The eyes that see Angelin are gentle. It was extra painful for Angelin and it seemed to go through his chest.

I knew everything, but everything was my cause, but I wondered how I could see me with such a look. Tears overflow and I can't stop.

--Please. Back.

Angeline covered her face with both hands.

-Everyone was hurt by me. There is no qualification to be loved. Just spicy. I was something ... I wish I hadn't been born.

Bergliff gently opened his mouth.

"Oh, Angers"

Angelin shakes his body.

"When you were still small, we went for a night stroll together. The moon was beautiful, the dew was shining. You went early, and the trousers were soaked in the night dew. "

Angeline held her chest down. The memories that should have melted and disappeared came out clearly again.

"I woke up in the middle of the night ... sometimes I drank warm goat milk together."

Bergliff gently put his feet forward. one step closer.

"You said you had a scary dream. You were alone, dark, scared."

Berglyph in memory remembers Dad never going anywhere. Angelin struck her knees, holding her ears down.

-Stop it, stop it.

"Before you travel to Orphen, your dad promises. Even if people around the world become enemies, he's definitely your ally."

--stop!

"Angier ... Thank you for being born. Come to Dad."

Bergliff was already in front of me. I spread my arms gently.

"Come back."

Angelin writhe. The desire for his father and the rejection violently clashed. Clog breath. painful.

-I don't like it! do not come!

He put his hands forward to push it. However, contrary to his will, he became a shadowman, sharp and sharp, like a spear. Suddenly, it felt warm. The tip of his right hand pierced the side of Bergriff.

-Oh, oh, oh ...

I slipped out my arm. Blood is sticky. The knees tremble when scooping. I was hurt again. The voice of the blaming of myself grows even higher and covers my head. After all, after all, I'm useless. No use. I have no qualification to be with this person.

However, his back gently touched his back. The resounding voice quickly becomes smaller. I was surprised and raised my face. Bergliff was smiling. There was no painful expression at all.

"I'm OK, Anger. I'm OK."

She is gently hugged and strokes her head. It's a rough palm. It's my favorite hand, holding on to my hoe and sword and holding me up again and again.

-Oh, oh, oh.

Tattered, the black thing came off Angeline's face. White skin peeks. Starting with it, the shadows that covered the body are blown away.

"Oh Oh Oh Oh……"

Tears overflow. Bergliff hugged Angelin and stroked her hair with a sly hand.

"... It was painful. I came back well." "Oh, oh ..."

My chest was warm. It's the warmth that I've been familiar with even before I can remember. Power falls out of the body.

"I'm sorry ... hmm, I'm sorry ..." "I'm good, Anger. I'm good."

Can I stay here?

"Isn't that obvious? You're your father's daughter."

Bergliff stroked Angelin's hair.

"Well ..."

Angelin rinsed her nose. Dad was Dad. Even up to now, in the future. Raise your face. Berglyf gently put his hand on his cheek.

"Does such a face look good?"

Angelin forcibly made a smile with her tears crumpled face. What should I say? That's it. When I came back, I wanted to say: I always wanted to say.

"I'm right now ... Dad!"

Bergliff smiled.

"Hello, Angelin"