Cyril, left alone, felt as if she had been thrust into the dark.
I hear someone fighting in the distance.
Mixed with that, screaming and distressing voices too - I'm sure many humans are losing their lives.
I was scared.
I'm so scared of people dying.
I'm also very scared that I'm going to get hurt.
Scary, scary, scary.
That's probably a very normal emotion that everyone has for granted.
Isn't Cyril special?
I'm not the kind of hero who can stand up with a sense of purpose for being told to defeat the Demon King or save the world.
A tiny girl, just pushed by the power and role of a very ordinary, overly heavy “brave man”.
"I wonder what I can do"
It's easy to decide you can't do anything, it's also an excuse.
So she chooses it.
I can't do anything, so I don't do anything, because that's something I can't help.
Repeat over and over again.
Because I'm scared.
Just a routine of plowing fields in the countryside - everything in the world out there, I'm afraid.
"I, am..."
I can't do anything more than normal.
Besides saving the world.
Just deal with what's happening around you.
But if I'd stopped here, I wouldn't even be able to fill that.
"... we need to do something about the mute."
I don't know what to do.
Linus and Maria are right to try to stop her.
Even Cyril knows that.
But I don't want you to die.
There's a better way to make amends... Is there? No, maybe not.
Yeah, I'm sure there isn't.
Although not - I can't leave this glittering feeling alone.
Cyril walks toward the noise.
As we approach, the ground wobbles get bigger and the damage to the building gets worse.
I didn't think that was what Linus did.
But I don't even think mute has that much power.
I have a bad feeling.
Nature and Cyrillic stride are wider and the expression is in a hurry.
And - the view opened.
"Maria!
"O, O, O... ugh"
So what Cyril saw was a monster that looked like he had skinned a person and twisted it, and a flam that stood up to it.
A sword the size of her back length was held in the hands of a friend confronting her on the rubble.
"Flam......"
She wasn't supposed to have the power to fight, she was supposed to be sold as a slave, why...
It was a perplexing Cyrillic, but more than that, the spine freezes on the identity of the chemical attacking the flam, one of its possibilities.
Linus and Maria who are falling.
Destroyed town.
And an invisible mute.
I mean - I mean, that 's-- you know, the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the... the...
Red fists are slapped to the ground.
With that wind pressure, the avoided flam breaks the balance and rolls down the ground.
To tailor her like that, a magically created blade floated around the mute's - no.
"... I... I haha!
If you notice, Cyril was running out.
I don't know what's hard.
This situation is also, who is evil and good, nothing, nothing.
It's all I don't know from the start.
The journey of the Demon King's Crusade was also a farce, the Church was a bad man, Flam was alive.
Lies and truth mix together.
Despair and hope become cloudy.
Maybe from the start, trying to think (...) was wrong in itself.
The whole answer is that your body moved on its own.
Normal, not-so-special. What Cyril needs to do is, what he wants to do is not protect the world.
I just - I want to protect my dear friend.
That was the simple answer.
"We can't make it with this."
There is still a distance left.
Before that, the magic unleashed by my friend (Mute) pierces my friend (Flam).
It won't arrive, not at all as it is.
No, no, that's wrong.
I'm not sure about the situation, but I don't like it when friends and friends kill each other, I don't want to see it.
The motive is selfish.
Not like a brave man.
But ironically, the emotion draws Cyril's power.
That is, the power of courage.
"Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Goo-wow!
Pressure (...) emanates from Cyril's body and blows the debris around him.
Until now, I was unsure, lacked courage, and could not use it as I thought.
But I can handle it as she is now.
If she runs to save her friends, not for the world.
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Cyril Sweetica
Attribute: Brave
Muscle Strength: 15760
Magic: 16512
Health: 16924
Agility: 18263
Sense: 13092
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Courage (Brave) strengthens Cyril - it means exactly what it says.
A power that was only allowed to be used by the brave.
The moment she uses that magic, her status jumps to a maximum of three times according to her mental state.
That is why the brave are the brave.
The magic unleashed approaches the flam.
The sight seemed slow motion to Cyril today.
Don't think about your body, jump in and cover it with flam.
Doss!
A dull feeling on the back.
It buried itself in the body as it destroyed Cyril's contents, and the penetrating tip protruded from the abdomen.
Needless to say, it is fatal.
Anyway, my stomach is hot enough to cook.
The smell of blood mixes in my breath and something creeps up.
Still appeases.
I made it, I saved it.
"Oh, my God..."
And blood spitting out of your mouth.
"Cyril, honey...?
Her voice is trembling.
Are you sad that you have been hurt?
Do you still think we're friends?
"Ohhh... ohh... ohh!
Mute is also crying sadly.
"Cyril, why are you here... Cyril, hey, Cyril!
Fram desperately called her name.
If you resented me, if you hated me, you wouldn't be called in this voice.
“I'm a happy thing," Cyril laughs.
“Flam is sweet after all," Cyril curses herself for betraying her like that.
If we go home alive, can we start over?
"Flam, eh... I'll take care of Mr. Cyril, and I'll take care of her!
Running over, Maria said to the disturbing flam.
"Uh... oh, I get it! Cyril, it's okay, it's definitely gonna help!
"Ugh... buh..."
Cyril spits out a lot of blood and finally lies on the ground.
I couldn't help but worry about her, but now I'm still in battle.
Leave it to Maria, Flam faces Mute again.
"I won't forgive you... never, let me knock you down!
"O... ooh... ooh..."
Mute who somehow stops attacking hands.
But there's no reason for Flam to know, such as what's going on in her.
I am outraged by the fact that I have been hurt by my friends, and by my own impudence that has made me cover up, and I plunge into my enemies.
As he approached the soul-eating intermission, he put his anger and magic on his sword and waved it down full of strength with both hands.
Zach!
mute's right arm, which is amputated without the art of exchange before inversion.
When I wonder if blood has been blown out of the cutting surface, it twists like any other core user.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!"
The first time she suffered a major wound, she glanced as she shook her head, retreating.
Again, for some reason, there is no counterattack.
Seeing this as an opportunity, Flam tries to unleash a further attack.
"Oh, man..."
Then Cyril stills with a faint voice.
She was crawling with only the force of her arms, trying to get closer to the flam.
"No, Mr. Cyril, with that wound. Ha!
By Maria the removal of the ice cubes in her abdomen is complete, and the recovering magic particles wrap around her abdomen.
Still, the hole was still empty, and I didn't take my life out of danger.
You're supposed to be in so much pain that you can't move.
"That's it... Mute, too, Flam, ooh... ooh!
I still can't think of a solution after I helped mute.
Cyril is just living up to her aspirations.
You don't want to lose your friend.
"Cyril, what are you doing?
Flam, unaware of Mute's relationship with her, while perplexing.
Then, in the gap distracted by Cyril, Mute unleashed her fist at her.
Origin's will to rule the flesh moved the body at will.
"Gu...... KHA!
It was a flam I took with my soul eating, but I pushed it down, retreated and buttocked it.
But that's obviously less powerful than previous attacks.
You weakened it - no, it felt like Flam had some kind of stray.
There is no pursuit.
She stands up and sets up her sword again.
"Oooooo......"
Mute looked at Cyril, shaking her body, and groaned bitterly.
The girl crawling on the ground sees it and is convinced.
I didn't become a complete monster.
There is at least a mute will in her and something else.
But on the other hand, it shows that the hostility in her has not disappeared.
When Mute's will is pushed down, the body's lead is taken away by Origin and he tries to hit Flam.
"Ow, ow, ow!"
"Ha-ha-ha!
Arms wielded abusively.
As Flam crept through it, he stuck his cuttoe to its chest.
Zuch - A sharp blade buries in your body.
"Riversalu!"
At the same time as the Proclamation of Activation, the sword is filled with the magic of inversion - Pakin, and one core in the body is destroyed.
Because there's still one more thing left, or that won't kill you.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Mute, however, covered her face in bitterness with her left arm, twisting her body, making a loud noise.
My whole body muscles squirm like every single one of them is alive.
We lost half of the objects that work equal to the heart, there's no way it's not painful.
Plus Flam waves up his sword.
Now it's time to stop breathing completely.
"No, don't. Yeah, yeah!
Cyril squeezed all her power and shouted.
And when I stand up to the pain, I cling to Fram's feet as I jump in.
Blood was still flowing from the abdomen, but thanks to Maria's healing, the wound was much smaller.
"Cyril, get off me! These guys killed a lot of people. Yikes!?
"I know, I know, but whoa!
Even if you understand, your emotions can't tolerate it.
The situation is too heavy for a girl who has lived in a place unrelated to such things as dying or killing.
At that time, I lost my core, from the mute I was suffering as I raised my voice - perfectly, I would not hear anything.
"Mu, t?
When Cyril spoke anxiously, she was small,
"Kiri, ru..."
I called that name.
Strength falls out of his hands covering his face, hanging out.
Then it was revealed that only half of them had returned to human things.
"Good,... undone... back,"
Cyril has a soft look as she weeps in her eyes.
"Cyril, what happened with this kid?
Mute is just an enemy to Flam.
It is also an abominable enemy, with numerous casualties in front of it.
But if Cyril was going to stop the fight after finding out about it, I didn't think the judgment was too late to hear the story.
As a matter of fact, I've saved that fellow, Ink.
"Just be with me, that's all. No place, tell me, all kinds of things... eh, gu..."
The wound is blocking, but she still seems to suffer.
"So I'm sure... I thought we could be friends..."
That's not how it could have been yet.
Even if Cyril wanted it, Mute, who was ready to die, would have refused.
But it is an indisputable fact that has shown us the way to live risking that life.
Even if she was a murderer, I can't forget my gratitude.
"Me, me. too... ku, na..."
"Mute...... what's up?
Cyril approaching the mute with pleasure.
Flam couldn't stop her.
Because if I must have been in the opposite position, I would have done so myself.
"It's okay, it's okay. There's a way to get back..."
"... be..."
"... Huh?
"Away... eh"
The hand is wrapped in light.
The amount of heat contained is too much to evaporate the human flesh.
And then the will of the runaway Origin turns to Cyril.
"Cyril, hey!
Now it's Flam's turn to take refuge.
But even if you took it instead, you'd probably lose your life the moment you ate it.
Still, she didn't hesitate.
I couldn't afford to think about the details.
Both hands of the flam envelop Cyril's body.
And the moment the light tries to touch its back...
"Connect!
Mute's arm is drawn to something and falls to the ground from body to body.
Bashwoo!
When the light touched the rubble, it melted all around her hand.
"Why..."
Flam is stunned when he shows up in front of him and sees the boy who saved his predicament (...).
He said in a grumpy manner as he raised his blue hair.
"I just came to see my sister clear, bad?
In short, he seems to have been watching this fight the whole time.
And - he decided it wasn't Mute's intention to put Cyril in his hands, and he intervened.
Not as a member of the church, or as a recipient of Origin's will, but as her family.
"Ne...... ct......"
"I thought Wang Du and Mute's abilities were compatible, but no way so far."
It resonates with humans in the surrounding area and makes all its power its own - her abilities, evolved by the two cores, were able to exert their greatest power because it is this heavily populated place.
Most importantly, it was too burdensome for the human body.
"I think you did well. Now I'm sure no one will forget you."
"... yeah"
Was the attack prevented and Origin's power weakened more than earlier, the reply was slow but firmly able to communicate with the will?
"Hey...... is there any way to help mute?
"You don't. If you use the second core, you're done with it. Even if you can miraculously regain consciousness, it's only a matter of time before your body is worn out and you die."
Immediately answered, Cyril loses her word.
I'm not thinking about what I'm going to do where I survive.
But when I can poke reality, my chest hurts.
Mute asked her with a sad look on her face.
"Me, dying...... Cyril, grieving?
"Oh no, I'm determined to grieve...... my friend is going to die!?
Mute smiles at Cyril, who talks desperately.
I was honestly delighted that more people were grieving my death.
Cyril, Nect stared narrowly.
Human beings with a decent feeling (...) were valuable in this setting.
A man's death is inherently heavy.
"Flam, apricot......"
"What?"
Flam is called next and peeks into her face in a complicated mood.
The bloodstains that you see by the rubble are a sign that that's all the dead came out.
We have seen mass suicide in the park, as well as tragedy in the square.
There is no sense of justice in the flam enough to put your chest up and exonerate others - but mutes are sinners, evil, that's all I can say for sure.
But we also know that she is a child abducted from Sarah's hometown.
And he grew up with his mother and was planted with distorted values and an abominable core.
There are aspects to be sympathetic to.
Now that I've regained consciousness as a person, I thought I could go out with him about talking before he passed away.
But still, there should be little connection between the flam and the mute.
What the hell am I going to ask?
"... ink, how are you doing?
Flam is convinced.
I don't know, he cares about her, his sister, and Mute.
"We're getting along, especially Mr. Eterna, who's adorable"
"Ink, happy?
"I can't say for sure, but I laugh a lot."
Answering that, Mute exhales with relief and lowers her chest.
"Good, then. No more memories."
"Wait! Not yet, not yet."
Cyrillic with tears in his eyes and stuck to his body.
But the mutt slowly shakes his neck to the side.
More than anyone, I know how my body is.
Even consciousness seems to be about to be taken to the origins as soon as it gets a little distracted.
Besides - I didn't think I could survive by killing all those people, and I didn't mean to.
She dies satisfied.
Be selfish everywhere, just do what you want.
"Sorry, Cyril. But it's okay now. Cyril, what you want to do, you must have found"
Before my friend's crisis, even without thinking, my body moved.
It took courage, and Brave, who couldn't use it forever, could activate it.
My worries have not disappeared, but I see the way forward.
But Cyril shook Mute's hand with both hands, waving tears, desperately shaking her neck left and right.
Like I say I won't admit such an end.
"Flam, apricot"
Again she called Flam's name.
"What?"
"It's over now"
"... ok"
Flam exhales, squeezing his sword.
There is no reason to refuse.
"No, you can't! No, I can't believe Mute's gonna die, and Fram's gonna kill him. Oh, no!
Cyril appealed to her like that.
But Flam replies calmly.
"Origin, that's what it is."
"Yes, sir?
"Yes, Origin. They kill people everywhere. Everywhere... Everywhere, denigrates the dignity of a person"
Auga or the people who sacrificed themselves in the lab.
Ink, even Dayne's men and Dayne himself did.
Needless to say, it includes the resurrected dead, and Dafiz is the head of that victim.
And the Childrens. Also, the Origins and the victims flirted with the desires of those seeking Origins' power.
There is only one way to break that continuous cotton and the ensuing abominable spiral.
"There's only a handful of people who can be saved. By the time I touched it, it was over."
Flam's words, which have seen the multiple victims, have a mass.
It clinged to her heart and Maria, listening beside her, put her hand on her chest for tightening pain.
"And all the childrens, including mutts, are in a place where they can't turn back"
Nect narrows his eyes and diverts his gaze from the flam.
With him. Yes, I'm aware that I can't turn back.
With the same determination as Mute, he is rampaging around in the King's Capital.
I'm not thinking about being saved.
It scarred people's memories, and rewarded them - that is, it was “actuarial”.
"The only way to end it is to kill it."
"I don't know..."
The unacceptable Cyril saw the mute with his tear-shaken face.
Then she nods slowly.
“I want you to understand," as I told Cyril.
Flam gripped the pattern with both hands this time, putting its pointed tip against the mute's chest.
"... me, me, die"
Mute who closes her eyes, throws her hands out, and leaves herself to herself.
"Guys, they'll take care of it"
The voice is somewhere satisfying.
Fram's chest was still complicated, but if that's the only role I can play - and
"I..."
Zuch, he sinks a blade into his chest and pours magic into his sword.
The second core embedded in the chest breaks.
Then the mutt trembled tingly,
"... Shh... Wah, let"
Leave that at the end of the day and close your eyelids.
And he ended his very short life of eight years.
"Dead, I can't believe I'm happy... such a satisfied, face... ahhh..."
Cyril touches Mute's cheek and leaks a whimper.
It was the first, realistic “death” for her, who had never faced the misfortune of a friend or a flesh parent.
"Oh, wow, wow, wow!
I bury my face further in my chest and cry.
That's the right reaction as a teenage girl.
Flam, who kills with his own hands and doesn't even get emotions, must have gotten too used to the death of others.
"I'll be right over there, Mute."
Nect squeaks so small.
Then he realized that Flam's gaze was right for him and smiled invincibly.
But there was no hegemony in that expression, and Fram also felt that he had suffered a great wound to his heart.
"Do you want to do it here?
Nect to say in a chilled voice.
Flam shakes his head and denies it.
"There's no way you can fight me even though I'm about to fall down."
"Is that true, too? Honestly, I don't feel that way either."
If you want to kill him, some of the people who stand here will be punished.
But if Cyril really moves, if Eterna or Gadio rendezvous, albeit wearing out, the battle doesn't know which way to fall.
The point is, how do we define the terms of victory?
And the two are sure of each other.
Nobody gets anything from killing each other here.
"The body..."
"Can we take it? You can't mourn me that way."
"Sure, but can you bury your enemies, too?
"I'll just do it"
"... huh. I'll take care of it. We can't afford to mourn the death of our family anymore."
That's what Nect said. Turning back, he sticks his hand in his pocket and walks away.
As Flam looked at its back, he disappeared after a short walk.
"Ugh................................................................................."
Cyril's crying is much smaller.
I wondered if it would remain silent in that posture - and it didn't even move with a tingle.
"Cyril...... honey?
There is no response to the call.
"I've suffered all those wounds, because using healing magic won't go back to draining my health."
That's what Maria explained.
A short distance away, Linus, whose hands and feet are finally fully recovered, is standing up and approaching us with pleasure.
I guess he's just as well, healed wounds but not back in strength drain.
But - most of Maria's words had not reached Fram's ears.
"Ah... let...?
She has also been considerably overwhelmed until her settlement with the mute.
Not once or twice in battle in the square, amputation of hands and feet and gut damage, but also a series of knightly swordsmanship (Cavaliers Arts) martial arts moves, which drain magic.
I'd rather have it this far.
"......"
Power falls completely out of the body and into the ground from the face.
Maria and Linus rushed over, but never regained consciousness.
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Human beings who were rampant in the square also stopped their activities due to the mute's death - Eterna, who managed to survive, entered the scene.
Then Gadio walks over to her, who still can even afford to walk.
He takes his hand off, and when he offers his hand, Eterna slaps it a little ramblingly.
Pattin, and a petty sound echoed in the square.
The battle is over.
To the heroes - please, just now, take a break.