Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

Everyone lives with vague anxiety.

Whatever the difference in its size, people are not enough creatures to be brain-weather to simply sing happiness.

Instead, the happier you get, the more you have to fight the fear of losing it.

I wish I hadn't gotten it, even if I regret it, it's too late.

Claudia sitting next to her held Eterna's head to her chest.

Much older and thinner than it was back then, but nothing has changed in the deep end.

My mind is at ease, my brain seems to melt.

When I gave up my thoughts, I felt like I could sink everywhere.

That's how sweet it is, Kinder said happily, "You'll always be a child, Eterna".

In her childhood, there was no clear end.

Because one day I was suddenly thrown out into the outside world and forced to live alone.

That's why I regress easily.

There is no shame in sweetening my parents this year, and I go back to my childhood self lightly.

The backwardness of repeated secret meetings in silence to the Frams was also undone by the joy of being reunited.

It's a hotel room in Wangdu.

In that room rented by the church, Eterna, Kinder and Claudia were reclaiming lost parent-child time.

But it's a little different today.

Because opposite the three of them, a man and a woman in white sat down.

Plus the woman has a little girl about a year old.

"I say people get stronger over the death of their flesh parents. But if you're not dying, I've never been over it. I think so."

he said.

A man with silver-edged glasses, short hair, seemingly weak, over thirty - Dafiz Sharmus, research leader at Necromancy.

Eterna listens to him blurry as he drowns in the plumpness of his mother's chest.

"Look at her"

Dafiz introduces Eterna to a woman younger than herself, sitting next to her.

"Susie is a little embarrassed by my childhood... we've been friends since childhood, when I vowed to marry"

"Do we need to talk from there?

Susie blushes and scratches her face.

The tone is masculine and the physique is bigger than Dafiz's.

"Just in case."

He seemed shy, but still can't contain the desire to curse, he scratches his head and keeps talking.

"That hasn't changed since we grew up, and when we were alone about our jobs, we were sure of a bright future. But when I refrained from getting married, the incident happened."

The smile disappears from the look on Dafiz's face.

The memories of that time were engraved in the brain, without still being clearly forgotten.

"Susie was an A-rank adventurer. Other adventurers jealous of her like that trapped her, to a rambling quote, killed her. Her body back in town, it seemed awful already… I collapsed on the spot and cried for three days and three nights clinging to the body"

Corruption began along the way and the odor wrapped around him, but still he did not try to leave.

Even that smell, I think, emanated from Susie's body, seemed so loving that he was sick at the time.

"Then I, at the bottom of despair, lived like a dead man with Susie's body. It was Originism that gave me hope like that. When I lost something terrible, I slipped into religion, and I realized that I was involved in the study of the Original Core."

Originally, I was encouraged to study to avoid being left behind by Suzie, who would allow me to blossom my talents as an adventurer.

The effort paid off after her death.

"So as I did my research, I noticed. With this power, we wonder if we can resurrect the dead. And when I wrote up my thesis and submitted it to the Cardinal - oh, my God, it was adopted as one of the large-scale projects alongside Childrens and Kimyra, responsible for the future Church. That's how we were born, our team, Necromancy."

From team launch to the present day, there have been various miseries.

But after more than a decade of research, they finally reached just around the corner where they could be called goals.

"What we aim for is a complete resurrection of the dead. Studies to regain one's personality and life as an original human being, rather than transforming it into alien influenced by origins. It's a weird thing for me to say this for the sake of Originism, but I really didn't care about the convenience of God or the Church. I simply wanted Susie back."

To this end, it was necessary not only to resurrect the dead, but also to knit the means to regenerate the corrupt flesh.

This study is only a personal affair.

I am sorry for the researchers for focusing too much on Susie's resuscitation and taking longer to complete than necessary.

But when I look at Suzy sitting next to me - and her two daughters sitting on her lap (...), Luco - I think from the bottom of my heart, "I'm glad I did”.

"Mr. Claudia and Mr. Kinder's resuscitation was necessary to complete our research. Resurrection doesn't make sense if that personality is taken over by the origins. To curb that, I needed the knowledge of the two of you who have been involved in human experiments. So let me make it clear here that there is never any intention of disparaging a disobedient hero"

"... then how did you even bring Gadio's wife back to life?

Eterna asks in a pompous tone.

I had no face-to-face with Tia, but I had already heard about resurrecting her from Dafiz.

If he has no intention of contacting Gadio, what the hell did he embed the Origin Core in Tier for?

"Originally, Mr. Tia's flesh was preserved in Kimaira's laboratory. After the killing, it looks like Echidna was recovering it. I'm an S-rank adventurer, so I guess I was going to use it for material (...) someday. But I happen to know Gadio's past at one point. When I heard that, I didn't really think it was human resources."

A man named Dafiz was a very strange man.

He appeared dignified before Eterna, not concealing that he was a person of the Church or an associate of Necromancy.

The status is flat, and there's no sign of taking in the origins core, and physically he's really just an ordinary person.

Besides, it answers almost all of this query.

You don't even look like you're lying.

No, in the first place - you're so weak, you have a favorite face that you don't think you're involved in human experimentation in the church.

And being able to play with wives and children is the father himself who built a happy family.

Therefore, Eterna could not be hostile to him (...).

"I've tasted the pain of losing my wife."

Dafiz remembers that sense of loss and has a dark look on his face.

Then Susie shut up and shook his hand.

Seeing it, Luco just reaches out and says, "Mix yourself up, too."

"This suggestion (...) is only a suggestion. If Mr. Eterna didn't want it, I promise to set Mr. Kinder and Mr. Claudia completely free at dawn, who will eventually be completely cut off from Origin's influence."

"For what? If you do that, there shouldn't be any benefits."

To Eterna's words,

"If my research makes someone happy, there's nothing more to be desired."

Dafiz said it with a smile.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Eterna leaves the hotel, she returns home on foot.

Sunken yang, blue dyed sky.

Today they cook more luxurious dishes than usual to commemorate the ink finally getting out of the room.

Even so, without helping, I walk in a place like this - Eterna hates herself.

"I wasn't as good an adult as someone depended on me"

No matter how great you say it or act like an adult, it doesn't make sense if it doesn't come with the contents.

Exactly now, Eterna is drowning in her own desires by betraying the Flams.

But... I can't stop, really.

Before embarking on his crusade to the Demon King, Eterna searched for a place for Kinder and Claudia.

And the place I reached was in front of a headstone where my name was just engraved.

She collapses and weeps.

Oh, can't we see each other anymore - the sense of loss that came up and left her fifty years ago enveloped her all at once.

I've really missed you for a long time.

I was hoping we could meet, get a hug, talk a lot, just spend that much time, at least a little bit.

It was, for her, a spilled dream.

For a common sense of justice, I can't abandon my dreams or anything.

If you notice, it's already in front of the house.

Eterna stops on the spot, blurring and crushing.

"... sorry, guys"

Is that a word against the betrayal we are currently making, or the future of -

It was the ink that first welcomed her, who opened the front door and told her "I'm home".

She stands up the moment she hears Eterna's voice, "Welcome back," she smiles innocently.

My heart broke.

It was gripping and painful enough to die.

"We're ready for dinner now. 'Cause we're gonna eat fast, right? I'm hungry."

Four days have passed since Eterna started going out in silence.

Ink doesn't hear anything.

Flam and Milkit also stopped prying after the first day.

Because we all believe in Eterna.

I feel nauseous - no, I just want to throw up blood reflexes and suffer.

But how much in my head I blamed myself for something like that doesn't even make me an exonerator.

If you think it's any worse, you should talk, you should reveal it.

"Smells good, I'm hungry too"

But she doesn't say anything.

When you get up to the house, you pass next to the ink and enter the waiting room of Flam and Milkit.

"Hey, Eterna"

At that different moment, Ink called her name.

Eterna stops and turns around.

"What's up?

"... oh, no... yeah, nothing"

She was so deluded.

Whether you didn't hear anything or believe it, it's not like you haven't noticed.

In particular, she should also be aware of the effects of lost sight or of the emotional swings that seep into Eterna's voice as she develops her hearing.

He dares to look at it and pretend not to touch it.

Healthy goodwill.

Eterna still tramples on it today.

Regardless, she couldn't have figured out the flavor of the dishes Milkit had made in a temper.

◇ ◇ ◇

It was the morning after that that Eterna disappeared neglectfully and without telling anyone.

All that was left was the writing down that was on the table, found by the first waking millkit.

"I'll be back in a couple of days"

There's no way Flam would be convinced of that, to the extent of a note so succinctly written.

She jumped out of the house and headed to Gadio's mansion.

If he was traveling with you, he might know something, because he thought so.

But Gadio also said that he was leaving the house just like Eterna - all that was left was a single letter, somewhat more polite than a note.

"He's gone to his wife who's supposed to be dead."

Upon hearing such a reply from Keraina, Flam was instantly frivolous.

Because it was as if he were dead.

But she continued, laughing powerlessly.

"I don't know what's going on either. It's just that Tia, who was supposed to be dead, came back to visit us all of a sudden. I hear he's in an institution where Tia lives right now... but where is it?"

"Dead human beings, resurrected... could"

"Do you have any idea? But maybe we should just leave him alone."

"What makes you think that?"

"That was definitely tier. I've been spending a lot of time with you. Me and Gadio assure you, no doubt. He's been thinking about Tia for six years and blaming himself. It finally pays off, not for outsiders to talk."

Gadio and you must have noticed about Tia's resurrection being involved in churches and origins.

Even Eterna did, I realize, but I didn't tell someone close to me with my own mouth.

Isn't that - a sign of guilt?

"I don't think so. If you're happy to let go, you just have to be grand. You both have backwardness and anxiety somewhere, didn't you try to delude yourself with a letter or something?

"Assuming that's the case, there's nothing I can do. I can't imitate anything that would take a tier away from Gadio. I've seen how close those two are."

Keraina doesn't seem to have any confidence or interest in it.

I'm not going to involve her, who is now an ordinary person from the beginning.

Gently exchanging goodbye greetings, Fram leaves Gadio's mansion and walks the streets of the East End.

If Gadio or Eterna had walked in the early morning, no would have stood out in response.

You can ask him into the tunnel and gather information.

"Mr. Eterna and Mr. Gadio voluntarily disappeared. Assuming the cause is the same, I wonder if Mr. Eterna had a close opponent back. So I started going out without talking to us..."

- No, before that, I'm concerned about the talk between Grandpa and Grandma that Ink heard.

It should have been after that event that Eterna went crazy, that is, those two were the ones resurrected by the hands of the Church, her officials.

Let's start by identifying who that person is.

Fram went straight back to the house and decided to listen to him from the ink first.

She sat in a chair with Milkit in her home living room, silent with an anxious look.

The appearance and footsteps of the returning flam brighten the faces of the two of them.

"Welcome back, sir"

"Welcome back, how'd it go?

When you look at the face of the mill kit and the ink, Flam's heart also lightens.

But instead of harvesting, the situation is getting even worse, not if it's frustrating.

Mr. Gadio was gone, too.

"Oh, shit! I can't believe you're gone at the same time as Mr. Eterna..."

"Of course I'm going to look for it from now on. Hey Ink, have you ever heard of anyone from Mr. Eterna, an old friend, a family... like that?

"Why?"

As the ink tilts its neck, the black ponytail flutters and shakes.

I don't need to hide it from her, who was originally part of Spiral Childrens, the spiral kids.

"I hear they're involved in this one, the Necromancy of the Church. It's what brings back dead people."

"Does that mean that Mr. Eterna spoke about someone who died and disappeared?

"I guess that's more likely, because Mr. Gadio seems to be talking about his dead wife showing up suddenly."

And Satyrus would also have been resurrected by the Church for some purpose.

Ink in a Davo Davo shirt said as he rocked his feet not about the floor.

"Eterna said she lived in this house decades ago."

"How many dozen...? Oh, that, how old is Mr. Eterna, what is it?

"I don't think you should really care because that guy's age unknown is not a story that started now. Still, I can't believe Mr. Eterna lived here. Then I wasn't trespassing without meaning."

"I think trespassing is trespassing."

"Aside from that, Eterna, who was experimenting with humans like me there, was raised by a pair of male and female substitutes."

I was informed that Eterna was a subject of human experiments, and just the two of them were astonished.

And Fram deduces, that the flesh that does not age her may be the result,

Or an enormous amount of magic for humans could also be its effect.

"So, before I was on a demon king crusade with the Frams, he said I had a grave visit in a village near Wang Du. He seemed as important as I dreamed he would be, so if he was really alive, he might follow me."

Ink said not to be interested, but the look has loneliness on its face.

Ever since I came to this house, I've spent most of my time with Eterna.

Not many, she should have been distracted.

It's not what grown-ups do, such as disappear without saying anything to someone like that.

"Speaking of which, not long ago, you said that Mr. Leach met the owner in front of this house..."

"Is that what you mean, Mr. Eterna's parents, who were supposed to be dead?

"I think it's more likely from the timing. Thanks for the info, Ink. In the meantime, I'm going to go and talk to Mr. Leach. There's no one to protect the mill kit or the ink right now, so keep the door tight and never leave the house."

When Flam advised so, the two honestly shook their heads vertically.

Smiling satisfied, she leaves the house and heads back to the East Side -

◇ ◇ ◇

Keep straight down the street and you'll get to the East Side, but using a shortcut known only to locals can shorten your time.

I don't usually use insecure roads like that, but the flam, which is a waste of time even for a second, rarely used the alley.

Despite the morning, it didn't even hit the sun, covered with shadows, one uninspired main road.

Flam, who was walking there, stopped on his feet.

And on the spot, he looks back from body to body, pulls out soul repentance, and waves his sword toward a void where no one else is.

Fong!

Its behavior, which seemed pointless at first glance, but its lacquered black blade, had been hit perfectly by the neck of a blue-haired boy who suddenly appeared on the spot.

"Ha ha! That's an unparalleled reaction to the first time I saw it. Heh!

Nect disappeared from the spot when he said as he distorted the spiral of meat that covered one side of his face.

Zoku - I felt chilly behind my back, Flam.

But already, Nekt's cold palm is on her neck.

"Connect!"

"Flip it. (Riversal) Huh!

Bazi!

Aggressively activated inverted magic plays Connect.

Blown from body to body, he looked at the seeping right hand of blood and laughed as he returned to the human face.

Flam stares at him and sticks his cuttoe to his neck.

"I see, indeed, this can be rubbed. At first, the opinion that it was" not a threat ”dominated the majority. But not now, just like the brave ones, they're afraid of reincarnation, so..."

"Don't waste your time, just tell me what you need to do."

"You're not gonna kill me?

"I just don't feel like I can kill you"

There's no way you can overwhelm a boy who couldn't even kill Gadio with as much strength as a flam.

Nect's spare face is never acting or anything.

On top of that, I've set it up to the point of not killing Flam - no doubt, he must have been played.

"That kind of good sense is also proof that your sister has grown up. Oh no, it's troublesome, this is still going to take some time to come to a conclusion"

"I told you it was a waste of time."

"Ha... it's because of that. We've been very busy moving because someone ruined our previous base, haven't we? I hope you'll forgive me for playing around with this. Okay, so I'll just go straight to your sister's request."

Nekt, who gave up his skinship, gets a serious look on his face.

And I told him in a cold voice.

"I wonder if you could crush Necromancy"

Childrens and Necromancy should have been the same church project.

Even so, this boy tells me to crush it.

"... what do you mean?

I can't read the intent at all.

Their thoughts are not the same as those of a regular person, they are so indistinguishable as to predict.

Sweat seeps into the palm of the hand holding the pattern.

Flam narrowed his eyes and glanced at the nect.