Desire

‘Fair enough.’

She looks up and swallows a gulp. Absolute, great beings whose bodies tremble with the courage to roar. First is what we call Gladiolus, the god who competes with the transcendents through games.

“... My... wind...”

You took a chance. Harvest is sure of it. He thought he was lucky to meet Orsay with Hiddenpiece again. I wouldn't have had this opportunity if I hadn't met Orsay.

“Let me win this game. ”

She said it without hesitation. The championship of the game. That's all she was meant to do.

“You can't do that. ”

The answer came right back. For a moment, she didn't understand their answer, and her mouth was wide open. A little later, she stammers and asks, understanding their answers.

“... Uh, why? ”

“Didn't I tell you? I will listen to your wishes appropriately.” “Technically, you don't deserve to be here. I came in with an accomplice.” but because we are generous, and the conditions that reach us are beyond taboos. The taboo gives you a chance because it's far from justification. ”“ This game. The amusement that Gladiolus played to create the entity behind him. We don't notice Gladiolus. But there's a difference between not noticing and respecting Gladiolus. ”“ We are far from fair. That's why I admit you're here, and I'm willing to accept your wishes appropriately. But I don't want to interfere with Gladiolus' intentions. ”Because we respect him. ”

There's a lot of voices. She can't quite understand what they're saying. Helps the wind moderately. That's for sure.

I respect Gladiolus for what he calls a baby. I do not intend to intervene fully as the game is about to enter Gladiolus' relief fund and elect his successor. That's what they meant, but she made no sense at all. If you truly respect Gladiolus, it's best not to intervene at all.

“I respect you as much as I respect Gladiolus. ”

The voice resonated.

“Forbidden is forbidden because it should not be trespassing. But those who arrive here greedily without greed deserve respect.” “That's why we're here. For those with twisted desires.” “We do not intervene directly in the world. I'm not interested, and I don't have to be.” “Those who are transcendent in power beyond the veil of mortality are called transcendents, and those who gain immortality through absolute power even in the veil of mortality have a sense of character.” “We have existed from the beginning. Those who observe everything outside without getting involved.” “I don't want to ruin Gladiolus' game.” “I will listen to your desire to get here by hand. ”

“So let's compromise. ”

After a little silence, voices resonate.

“I can't make you the winner of the game. Because I respect Gladiolus." “Your wish is to be respected for who you are. ”

The darkness shivers and shivers. She thought the world was shaking. The shivering darkness twists and hides her presence.

“He listened to the wind. ”

Great beings have spoken.

*

Noya emerges as the space buzzes. Noya looks around, waving her hands up toward Gladiolus, who is sitting in a large chair.

“The Old Observers intervened. ”

“It's not an intervention. ”

Gladiolus was a calm face. Old observers, the gaps in dimensions and dimensions, the old beings that exist there. Noya was created by Gladiolus, and in this world, when she reached the level of Gladiolus, she knew their existence.

“Ever since I put Orsay in the Hidden Piece, I thought they might intervene.” “Isn't that offensive? ”

Noya opens her teeth and smiles.

“Noya thinks you're unpleasant. The old observers are taller than you, and you can't stop them if they want to intervene.” “They're not what you think they are. ”

Gladiolus laughs in a low voice.

“They are fiercer than any being, but basically shameless. They lived from the beginning of all existence. Greed is already transcendent. Also... they respect me.” “But isn't it clear that their intervention has given her power? ”

Noya smiles and asks.

“You may have thought this might happen since you put Orsay in the Hidden Piece. Isn't it true that harvez, who was a long way behind, became very competitive about this?” “He's eager to win the game. ”

Gladiolus slowly shakes his head across.

“Even if you don't use Orsay, it is possible to reach them if you covet the taboo of dark magic in this world.” It must be true that Orsel has allowed Harvest to reach them by his own means. ”“ I have no intention of stopping her. If he had won the game with the help of the old observers, I would have turned his victory upside down. Harvest's power is not that great. ”

In contact with the old observers, she was certainly empowered. But the power he gained was not great enough to end the game.

“The question is what to do with him.” “I see you're enjoying yourself. ”

Noya laughs and says.

“The competition between delegates has actually narrowed it down to four. Azin and the cloistered Devello of Jinsung Moorim. Laquis of Siolence. Jabesh of Gracia. Devello is struggling with training at the Abbey, and Siolence 'Lachish holds Mocha in his sights. The simple helplessness will overwhelm the smitten pain. We'll never know when the Demon King is coming. ”

The Demon Lord of Azin's skill and knowledge disappears at the same time as the Demon King.

“Unless the baby vanishes and the azine completes its proper non-polarity. Noya's convinced... he'll be completely out of the running for proxy. Devello's a genius. He's sucking on Noya's teachings like a wet cotton ball. And neither is LaQuiz. He's a genius, too. His imagination is very well matched, and the elders of Siolence support him. Soon LaQuiz will be Mokhsha. Maybe when the Demon King comes, he'll jump over Mocksha. ”

Gladiolus simply listened to Noya. Noya continues to speak with a single smile.

“Haveth will also grow to compete with LaQuiz and Devello if given the time. He's not a genius. I'm talented, but I can't imagine how unpredictable it can be. Since the adoptive daughter of Azin was fully Awakened as a saint, there are no more triggers to provoke her feelings. Noya thinks Ajin can't complete the nonpolarity. Then...” “You look like you're enjoying yourself.” Of course it's fun. ”

Noya nods, nodding loudly.

“Noya didn't think the old observers would intervene. Harvest, who was out of the game as they intervened, broke back in. How could it not be fun? What Noya doesn't know, the variables Noya didn't think of. It's happening, and it's going to be fun.” “That's right. It's fun.”

Gladiolus smiles and replies.

“I don't care who wins. I'm not particularly fond of anyone. If any of the five become the winner of the game, I will surrender my allegiance to another transcenderer. What if the winner doesn't show up? I don't think it's a bad idea to sit in this boring spot all the time. ”

Gladiolus rises up.

“The delegate is five. Four of them excel at combat. Rivera, and her transcendent Hyacinth. I'm not greedy enough to be the winner of the game, but... well. Even if she didn't mean it, the situation isn't particularly detrimental to her. ”

I don't care that the Observers empowered her. The ‘moderate wind’ that they listened to was acceptable to Gladiolus, and we assumed that variable in the beginning.

If you wanted absolute control in the first place, you wouldn't have created a world like this. Nor would Noya be out of control, nor would Orsay be put into the Hidden Piece.

“LaQuiz and Azin. ”

Noya's eyes gleam.

“Who do you think will win? ”

“Now Laquis cannot defeat Azin. ”

It was an unthinkable question.

“But I don't know if Laquis will become a Mokhsha.” “Half a year. ”

Noya giggles and laughs.

“Time to be a Mocksha. ”

*

In the middle of a spacious room, LaQuiz sits on his feet. Each hand gathered in front of her chest draws a circle, and each time she exhales slowly, a golden fog floats around her.

Sepia looks at him with a tense face. Meditation has a big impact on the polishing of superpowers. It is because superpowers are the practice of the mind, and meditation is the practice of the mind that everyone recognizes.

Sepia became LaQuiz's throne and saw him meditate every day, but I've never seen him like this before. A golden aura that bends around Laquis with each breath. Chakra, a superpower, speaks clearly enough to make you see it.

‘Maybe.’

Sepia shudders at any thought that floats in her head. Soon it will be Mocksha. That's what LaQuiz used to say all the time. Sepia took Laquiz's words as a joke.

Mokhsha was such a great and difficult place to reach. Thousands of years after Siolence was founded. Except for Siolence's great-grandfather, there is not a single Esper who has reached Moxsha. Fewer than ten elders have reached Sahara in thousands of years. Although LaQuiz has been one of the greatest geniuses since the Siolence ancestors.

No, really? ’

Sepia's mouth slowly opens. In front of her, Laquis' body slowly rises to the top, seated on the throne.

The Jinsun Imperial and Siolence, and the Bloodshed.

It was two months before the war was declared.