Having finished our conversation with Mr. Greff, we decided to go back to the empty house where the seniors were.
So I informed him about the content of the conversation I had with Mr. Greff and the ruins that it was near this settlement. I still don't know if this ruin has anything to do with Amako's predictions, but I settled on the conclusion that we should take a look there once.
But...
"I don't think I should go"
Here Amako refused to let us go to the ruins.
"There's so much wrong with this prediction. No, my predictive magic itself, may be interfered with by someone"
"You mean the beastly woman you used to say?"
"... yeah"
As far as this reaction is concerned, it's not a one-time dream, is it?
If so, don't get suspicious.
If what Amako saw was manipulated by the woman, it's more natural to assume that we're being called to the ruins.
"Hmm, you go into dreams. Nair, is that possible?"
"You can't do it with magic. But almost none of us can handle magic right now, and you can say it's a zero possibility. Oh, but if you're out of standard like Falga, you can, but there's no chance of that."
Nair answers senior questions.
As things stand, it might be hard to find the cause of the anomaly that's happening to Amako's predictive magic.
Once the conversation stopped, Leona quietly opened her mouth, who was putting together one thought.
"The ruins that the Demon King and his men had made Negijo before it was sealed. Besides, if you ask me where the showdown between the brave and demon kings of my predecessors is, it's not like I'm not interested... there can't be anything in such a place..."
"Surely, it seems to have something to do with me and my senior..."
No matter what happens in connection with brave men, it's no wonder.
Instead, it is decided that there is something definitely troublesome.
"I've been caught up in a lot of noise and sticking my neck in it too... you smell like trouble again this time"
……!?
"Hmm?"
I feel a strong gaze from Nair and Amako.
Looking at you, they were looking at each other like they were serious.
"Nair, this is..."
"Yeah, that's not good."
What's that exchange?
Before asking that question, Nair turned to Mr. Leona.
"Leona, there's definitely something about this. Most importantly, it's pretty good at a time when Usato has a feeling of disturbance."
"Oh, really?"
Nair points to me, Mr. Leona, who tilts his head.
"If you're traveling with this guy, there's a good chance you'll run into trouble."
"Hey, don't forget to tell me one of the causes of that trouble is you."
"I don't know what it is."
This little girl...!
Amako, next door, opened her mouth as she shuddered smugly to Nair, who shivered her gaze.
"... in a way, the physique of encountering Usat's case may be more accurate than my predictive magic"
"Amako, did you mistake me for a plague god or something? Hey?"
It's not like I caused it, is it?
Coincidentally, he was in continuous trouble in the country and place he was headed to, right?
"As it were, well, I don't think it's Usat's fault you got caught up in the noise, and I don't think it's that much of a concern?"
"Ka, Kazuki......"
You're the only one on my side here...!
Don't look directly at seniors whining about "If you're stuck with Usat, it looks like fun" or something disturbing next to it.
"And anyway, even if we don't go inside, we should just check the appearance of the ruins first. Fermu, do you know where the ruins are?"
"Oh, I'll teach you later"
"Please. In some cases, you don't go inside the ruins, you have the option to go bare. As a result, I don't know how Amako's predictions will work... but at least it won't be dangerous"
In the meantime, Mr. Leona's proposal is the safest.
But what happens if we actually step inside the ruins?
I can smell trouble, but the "Another Brave Sword" thing caught on a bit. My cage hands are also profound, and most importantly a powerful weapon that would have been used in a showdown with the Demon King.
"… essential to the battle against the Demon King, is it?"
No, don't you have that?
In the first place, the other sword is reserved for the brave predecessors.
There won't even be anything I can handle now.
●
The night when everyone fell asleep.
I was on watch with this watch duty Ferm so that I could handle any demons entering the settlement while setting fire outside.
Burlin is sleeping in a quiet sleep on my back, replacing me with a back that feels just right.
"Fermu, let's decide the euphemism"
"Huh?"
Fermu, sitting face to face across the fire, gave me a distracted look when I said so.
"What kind of word is that?"
"When I'm assimilating with you, you change the shape of your arms, you stretch a whip or something from your back. At that time, I don't have to bother explaining it, but if I can deform it in short words, I feel like I can handle all kinds of situations."
I can't explain it while it's moving.
If you could manipulate black magic with one phrase, that would reduce the gap.
"... don't say things that rarely made sense. Even though I usually only do things that are lame."
It's superfluous.
"For starters, yeah. If I say" Arm Mode, "will you grow arms off my back?"
"Okay."
"Next, build a shield on both arms in Defense Mode"
"... ok"
"It's" systemic defense, "and it feels like covering your whole body with black magic like when you go beyond the flames of a flying dragon."
"Oh, that one? Okay."
"Huge my right arm when I say 'Koga only!'. It is advisable to equip the fist with black magic for capture so as not to let the opponent escape.... so we can drop him with one blow."
"Wait a minute."
"Huh?"
Was there something wrong?
Exactly. Was the arm mode too pointy namically?
"There's something wrong with the name and everything, but it's weird that there's only that stupid Legion Leader"
"No, it's natural to take the initiative against Koga, who challenges me to fight. He's threatening to take hostages around to fight me..."
"Well, that's honestly sympathetic"
I know I won't take that kind of means, but it's the evil nature of the demonic clan called Koga that makes me think I might do it.
I'm not calling myself the worst for Dada.
But even if you think it's a pain in the ass, you don't hate a person named Koga. He's the same guy, and he's born as complicated as Fermu, so you can't stop hating him.
Then, after deciding on a few euphemisms, I recall the content of the prediction I heard the other day.
I, along with Nair, predict that the evolutionary moves of the healing blast wave may be...
"Is it a different move from the development of healing blast waves that I'm thinking about right now...?"
Or is it the same thing?
Apparently the moves themselves shifted in prediction before I saw them, so I didn't know what moves they were... but if you're going to get a chance to use those moves, you should think about them just in case.
"… for once, also consider the form for healing blast waves?"
It feels like I said shaping a cannon-like firing port with black magic on my right arm would fix the direction in which the impact flies.
The image is launching fireworks, healing eight-foot bullets if you want to name them.
It's a miracle move that sprinkles the magic of healing like an eight-foot ball of fireworks, and you can expect to look and heal.
... I don't know how many fireworks an eight-foot ball is.
"... whoops, maybe my imagination is out of the question"
"Isn't it just weird to get out of here?"
Or weird.
However, there is also room for improvement in this healing blast wave.
Rather, due to the elasticity imparted and the black magic of the ferm, I feel only possible.
Create an elastic magic with the caged hand of your right hand to try it, transfer it to your left hand, and then create a magic bullet in your right hand.
"If you use an elastic grant on the blast wave... with dark magic on it... and a healing flying fist... wait, apply here the spell of Nair's restraint and the spell of resistance..."
"Ugh, wow...... hmm?"
Look at me carrying a magic bullet in my hand, Fermu pulling a dong.
Concentrating on hand as it was, the unexpectedly hackneyed look of Ferm wrapped in his own dark magic, conveying the ground and assimilating it to me.
In an instant I am left in a demonic state, and I speak to her, assimilated in astonishment.
"What's wrong?"
"Someone came out of the house where Greff and the others are!"
"What? At this hour?"
I look back as I lay my hands on the brulin on my back, and I see a figure approaching me with a slightly indelible foothold.
Judging someone by their height and seemingly contours, I hold the caged hand that was unfolding to hide, and the shadow - I speak to Keira.
"Keira, what the hell is going on?"
"I just woke up. Why is Usato awake?"
"I'm a lookout. It doesn't mean the demons won't attack you in the dark."
It won't be a problem to be honest here.
In fact, you're right.
But Keira, who had just glanced around, looked back at me surprised.
"Um... Was Usato... talking to someone?"
!
Were they watching you talking to Fermu through the window?
No, from this angle, Ferm's body should be hidden in Burlin's.
The only person seen would be me in conversation with someone.
Luckily, I don't seem to know I'm human by the light of the fire myself.
"Ha ha, I was talking to this guy"
To deceive, lay your hands on the sleeping burlin.
"... Huh? also, not a blanket!? ma, demon!?"
"I'll introduce you. This is my partner Burlin. Well, I fell asleep earlier."
Pompom and gently tap to zero a mindless chirp called "guffoo" burlin.
As I grinned at the way things were going, I moved only a little bit of where I was sitting and urged Keira to sit.
"It will be cold standing. You should sit down."
"Oh, thank you"
Sit back where I was sitting and keep my back on the burlin, looking at the sleeping burlin.
"... warm"
"Grua......"
"Hih..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Don't worry, it won't hurt you."
Speak up and reassure her frightened by the humble burlin.
Ask her how she got up at such a time when she regained her composure.
"Couldn't you sleep much?"
"I had a little scary dream..."
"Scary dreams."
Don't remind me of Eva.
In fact, although it was a story where her mother and the kings of Samarial in her history defended where she was being blamed by a soul bound to Samarial.
"I felt scared during the day. I can't help but dream."
"... Yes"
Keira that drips like she's depressed.
You can't ask what kind of dream this is. Let's change the subject.
"You taught me how to handle dark magic, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Why is that?"
When asked, Keira replies in confusion.
"My dark magic doesn't listen to me."
"Don't listen...?"
"That's a common thing for dark wizards these days. Dark magic directly reflects the user's emotions."
Listening to the voice of Fermu whispering, he hammers.
It's not like I'm thinking about it, it's like I'm moving it with emotions?
"I can manipulate it to some extent. But when it's cute, when it's delicate... when you're lying, you move out on your own..."
"Shh?"
"... ahh, no, nothing"
You don't want to talk about it. Keira mouths spicy.
Maybe that's what Mr. Greff said about Keira.
I'd rather not pursue this as poorly as I would dream stories.
"Me, I want to make my magic my own soon. If it doesn't, it'll annoy Greff and the others."
"Annoying? That it hurts me?"
"There's that, too, but with dark wizards like me, it's natural to think they're creepy. If they knew it wasn't handled..."
Naturally, huh?
I meant to understand the Dark Wizard's situation, but the environment surrounding them seems worse than I imagined.
Instead, positive dark wizards like Ferm and Koga may just be rare.
I pretend to put my hand on my mouth and devise a way to talk to Fermu in a low voice.
"Ferm, what do you think?"
'This guy is consciously trying to steer magic away from himself. If you do it badly, it'll get worse.'
"What happens when you do?"
'Run away from this guy's will. That's what magic looks like.' Cause you recognize from the beginning that it's not your own, despite your magic, and that's how it degenerates. '
……
Dark magic is magic dictated by the emotions of the user.
Now that came to mind here.
'Some hands say I'll leave you alone, but I'll leave you to it. If you want to help, I'll give you some advice. "
That's right. I'm not honest with the ferm I spoken to, so I let go of the hand I was hiding my mouth from.
Keira looks at me with surprise and silence from the side.
"Mr. Usato...? Um, if it's annoying, you can say no..."
"I'm sorry. I was just thinking. I'm here to teach you how to treat dark magic, but I'll take it."
"Uh... okay?"
"Only for a short time, though."
The period would be really short, long and about two days.
In the meantime, I have to give this kid the hang-up, although it won't even solve the problem.
So determined, the same anxious faceted Keira turns her gaze over the fire. That's when me and Fermu realize something's wrong with her shadow.
"True... what is it?"
Her shadows move every bit as if they represent the anxiety and exaltation of that heart.
And Keira herself, unaware, looks at me and says the words.
Those eyes, slightly darkened - reflected in the flaming swings of the burning fire, seemed as dark as her own shadow.
"---It's not a lie, is it?"
It avoids the lights of the fire and moves like an octopus foot to crawl on the ground to surround me and get close.
There was no attempt to attack this one, but it was clear that it was moving apart from her will.
"Usat, is this a bad idea?"
"... Huh"
It's been too long since I forgot...!!
Anyone I encounter on my journey has a high probability of having something wrong......!!
I thought that Nair and Amako were right, and I wanted to cry.