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

There are too many mysteries surrounding the flam.

Why am I in the castle, and shouldn't I go to the clinic if I'm going to treat amnesia?

"Please refrain from going out," he told the lookout soldier as he tried to get out of the room.

Is it also inconvenient for me to go outside?

The windows in the room have plates punched from the outside, and instead of the view, you can't even get sunlight.

Trapped, Fram felt that way.

"I wonder if I did something before I lost my memory..."

It doesn't seem like even treating you like a prisoner, though.

I can't find anything in particular to do either, and Flam rams onto the table placed in the room.

The crisp feel of the tree is pleasant.

But uncomfortable.

She was unconsciously touching her forehead.

"Hairpin, I still think there was"

I wasn't supposed to wear it at the time of the trip, so definitely after that, I got it somewhere.

As I kept my eyes closed and tried to sleep, visitors came again.

Concon, and it's good until you knock on the door, but she walks into the room without even hearing back.

"Oh, was it your day off?

A sexy adult woman, wrapped in white from above an inner with an open chest.

"Who, is it?

Of course I don't know who Flam is right now.

She puts her index finger on her lips and often thinks about it, turning to Flam and naming her.

"Echidna Ipeira, I'm doing some research here."

"Scientist, is it? What can I do for you?"

"First, can you follow me without saying anything?

You'll see, that's what I'm trying to say.

I'm free anyway, and I don't know if I have the authority to say no.

When Fram stood up, he left the room with Echidna.

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For the fram of the countryman, the experience of walking in the castle is rarely something he can do.

Not to mention the extra if that's the only area where the people involved can get in.

Different people don't have a glimmer of eye contact with a big passing man, or a girl in uncertain clothes like tights in a swimsuit looking sad.

"That's the city..."

And, while I'm impressed for reasons I'm not sure, I arrive at my destination.

Echidna opens the door by saying, "Here we are."

Then there was a staircase leading down to the basement, and down there he went out into a caged, jail-like space on both sides.

Flam smiles at the smell of drifting.

"Something doesn't smell like a beast?

"It's a problem there, too, but it's a low priority as a Kimaira improvement proposal. You really want to pursue strength, researcher sex."

"... hmm?

The conversation seems to be in place, but Flam hasn't kept up at all.

There was a lot to ask, but first she turned her gaze into the cage to find out what this place was for.

I can faintly see that in the dim room.

Due to its size and shape, I initially wondered if humans were upright, but apparently not.

His head was a bird, his body a wolf, his arms a bear, and a big feather on his back - it was indisputable and a monster.

"Khaaaa!?

Flying flam.

An iron lattice hits my back.

When I felt further signs behind me and turned around, there stood a monster who looked the same.

"Hih... why do you want a monster in the castle!?

"It's a fresh reaction. Rest assured, Fram Apricot. My (...) chimaira won't harm anyone else without instructions Wow."

"Kimyra......?

"I made the monsters together. Ah, it's the most powerful weapon. Besides, you're absolutely obedient to human orders, and you don't have to worry about betraying them, good boy. I don't know."

Echidna, who talks about Kimyra, is somewhere proud.

You look like you're bragging about your own child.

"Ho, really, aren't you going to attack me all of a sudden?

"No. Wow, I assure you. Oh, just in case. No, I don't want to make the same mistake as Dafiz."

"Dafiz?"

"Heh heh, we're talking about this one. Anyway, if you're close and there's nothing wrong with that, then you pass the test."

"I don't know if I can get close..."

"It's okay, even if you don't know. Just walk and follow me. Wow."

If I can't ask why, but if Echidna is the tenacity who made these monsters, then I'm afraid to ask.

It is likely that a snake will be followed.

Flam followed behind her, as he was told anyway, but guided but as he was.

The further into the back, the wider the cage becomes and the size of the chimaira inside grows.

Fram, in particular, didn't like the lion shape, and when I saw that body, I felt intense chills for some reason.

The two men through the cage area open the door again and step into the large room ahead.

Apparently, this is Echidna's lab.

The three or so giant test tubes lined up were filled with liquid and had a different chimaira than what was in the cage.

One of these days, I had eyes for Kimaira with the head of the Auga.

"Hey Flam, can I have you walk around that cradle?

I don't know the word cradle, but I can understand that it refers to a test tube.

As they say, Flam walked around it as he approached the auga-headed compound.

A monster's gaze follows her like that.

"Oh, I knew it would have an impact when it was old."

Is it Echidna's “influence” that monsters are chasing Flam with their eyes?

Indeed, the individuals in the earlier cages did not make the streets even slight.

It's as if the ego doesn't exist.

Certainly, if he had no self-consciousness to inhibit the order, he would work as a faithful servant.

But it's more a tool than an organism.

In that regard, the monster floating in this test tube remained self to such an extent that he followed the figure of Flam with his eyes, and Flam had no way of being close to him - either.

I don't hear voices, I don't show any action other than chasing them with my eyes.

But for some reason, all that movement didn't seem terrible to Flam.

"You're really amnesic," Echidna whispers as she looks at her with a rugged look on her face.

"Thank you, that's enough."

"This, why are you looking at me? You mean you brought him here on purpose, you can't do that to anyone else, can you?

"Hey, that's what's gonna happen."

I mean - I guess that's where you're stuck in the castle.

Or the very factors that led to amnesia.

I just found that out, and I can't remember anything.

"Please..."

Nothing - yes, probably, nothing.

Flam developed a mild glare at the noise, which was also similar to the headache entering his brain.

"I don't know if I'll be checking the numbers later, but as far as I can tell, there's nothing wrong with it. The fact that it affected the old model should mean that the interference value is increasing..."

But Echidna seems to be thinking about it with some bump, and she doesn't seem to notice her anomaly.

Flam exhales loudly, "Phew," and looks around the room to change his mood.

In addition to the cradle with Kimyra, there is a transparent device in the corner of the room with something else - something like a human brain floating inside.

Three of the same ones lined up, each connected by cable.

"Ugh... pup"

Flam keeps his mouth down and turns away.

More intense than Kimyra.

Flam, who is just a country daughter, naturally never saw a human brain or anything like that.

"Oh, that bothered you?

Now Echidna seems to have noticed a change in the flam as well.

As I say, I approach the floating device of the brain.

"Little Origin"

said Echidna, touching the metal part of the device.

"Origin is that god's?

"That's right. It's the receptacle, the relay point. I've been using the power I've received since then... Oh, I don't know if this was a good idea to tell you. Well, that's good, 'cause they know it doesn't mean anything."

In short, Kimyra and I seem to have been made using God's power - and Fram understood.

I just figured it out, and now that I don't know who Origin is or what Core is, it's best to have feelings about her to the extent that 'God's power must be amazing'.

Afterwards, Flam was released, especially when he stopped talking.

It seems that detailed tests are going to be done another time, and from now on they are going to be called under Echidna on a regular basis.

◇ ◇ ◇

Fram, who was taken back to his room by a soldier, said the moment the door closed,

"You're such a jerk..."

Yes, I'll take one.

Too much to worry about to sum it up well in words, but anything could be suspicious anyway.

Not only is Echidna's appearance, the surrounding atmosphere, but also this situation where you are being watched and trapped.

If you're a sinner, you can punish him.

Didn't you do so because you were a kingdom that wanted to restrict movement, although you didn't want to kill it?

"... no, but what can I do with status 0"

I can't imagine.

In this lost six months, has it somehow gotten stronger?

If so, why do I remain weak now?

Thoughts, tries to remember, but something caught on my head and (...) I can't open my memory drawer.

I don't know why, I know it's there, but I'm not even scared like it was locked.

It's not lost or found, it's sealed.

Flam feels that way and stands up holding his head at the entrance to the room.

Then three times, a guest arrives.

"Flam Apricot, are you there?

"Who,"

When I reply - I didn't mean to allow it - a green-haired woman in a military uniform comes in.

Pin and stretched spine, height for a woman, and a confident look.

The atmosphere was completely different from that of a regular person.

It's not just that, Flam feels intuitive.

"It's Henriette Bassenheim. I heard you woke up, and I thought I'd say hello. Was it a bad time?

The name was so famous that even the fram of rural life knew it.

Anyway, he's the supreme power of the Royal Army.

"Uh... Could it be Mr. General?

"Huh, you knew me"

"Naturally, so will my country! But why would a great man like me say hello to a common man like me?"

I think it's overlapping.

I wonder what I did before I lost my memory.

"Well, it looks like there's nothing wrong with your health."

"Yes, especially"

"I know it's inconvenient if you don't remember, but if you have any problems, tell me anything. It's hard to get out there, but let's get everything together."

"Then tell me, why am I here?

To a straightforward question, Henriette puts her hand on her chin and thinks.

It would be over anyway, it was a flam that was getting high, but unexpectedly she told me some of the reasons why.

"First and foremost, Echidna's request. They would have taken you to the lab earlier, wouldn't they?

"There were a lot of monsters I'd never seen"

"Oh, she's been wanting to get the data since one incident at Sheol."

"What happened in Sheol?

I'm sorry, but I can't answer that.

There is a firm will there.

I assumed it was useless to ask, Fram switched over and moved on.

"I mean, there's a second one, right?"

"Second is deterrence."

In an even vague response, Flam puts his neck up.

"I was misreading my personality, I thought I was a more moderate person. Neither did the four men I sent north against her. That's why I needed to add another one."

"... I'm not sure"

"I'm sorry, that's all I can say right now"

That was Henriette's sincerity.

Heroes are supposed to be fighting with her.

Because there is no hostility in paying tribute to the Frams who defended the King's capital.

"Well, I'm really sorry I just ended up saying hello, but I have business to attend to, so I'll let you go home. We'll exchange words when we get another chance."

"At that time, it would be helpful if you could tell me more about my situation"

"Do good."

Leaving that behind, Henriette left the room.

Flam chases her out into the hallway, trying to drop her off somehow.

"Hiya!?

You couldn't lift her leg more than I thought you would, she hooked her leg to the laying and lost her balance.

Even though Henriette responds to her voice and tries to reach out, the hour is already late.

Flam falls and hits his knee hard on the floor.

"While..."

"Are you all right?

Henriette reaching out.

"I've shown some embarrassment," Fram gripped and stood up, grinning bitterly.

The bumped area stings and hurts.

There was red blood on his knees.

"Excuse me, can I treat you somewhere?

blushed and Flam asked.

He did say he'd have everything, but I didn't know he was going to ask for it so soon.

Just after a serious conversation, the embarrassment is one thing.

But Henriette doesn't reply.

She kept her gaze on the knee wound, not making it slight.

"Mr. Henriette?

Ask, but still silent.

But there are changes.

"Ha... ha..."

Her cheeks are blushing and her breathing is getting rough.

The cheeks pull like cramps, and the eyes moisturize into the void.

Henriette was - obviously, excited.

And when the emotional dawn reaches its pinnacle, she kneels down and clings to Flam's feet as she shrugs.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

"Oh, yeah!? A, Mr. Henriette, what the hell!?

It was a confusing, loud flam, but it wouldn't reach her.

With a completely tripped look, put your face close to the wound.

And when I stretched my tongue - of course, I licked the blood out of it.

"Nhoooo..."

Henriette has a trance-like look on the iron smell that spreads through her mouth.

"Hi... Hi... eh"

Flam is frightened. Not much can be said but a drawn voice.

In the first place, there's no way she could have pulled Henriette's arm off a general.

"It's blood... blood, blood... hahaha, this... this hasn't happened in a long time... oh, I just wanted to get out again!

When the blood drizzles anew, Henriette mouths it to shake.

The feel of the tongue crawling through the knee is just disgusting to Flam.

How many opponents, even though they are generals, are people who are almost accepted by the first person to be imitated like this?

"Yum... yum, the blood... someone else's, the girl's blood... haha, fuuuuuuuuu...!

"Oh, no... please don't, Mr. Henriette... stop...!

Pushing your head back with both hands is the same thing.

To the frightening Henriette, Flam shook his neck sideways in tears.

I don't like it, I don't like it, even in my voice or in my heart. That's all I called out to repeat rejection.

And...

"Stop. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Flam squeezes his usual courage and screams.

Then Henriette finally stopped moving and looked up at Fram's face.

"Ahhh... ahhh..."

The face gets all pale, probably back to sanity.

Standing up with his hands off his feet, he retreats fluttering.

"Shh, I'm sorry, what I did is outrageous..."

Henriette said with a sinking face, covering her face with her right hand.

"It's an old, bad habit. If I see blood that goes well with me, I can't contain my desires any more. O'Tillier has been filling me up lately... no, this stuff is just an excuse"

For herself, it seems to have been such a shock.

Over and over again, the general bowed his head profoundly toward the flam of the common man.

Flam just wants to say, 'That's enough'.

But fear is engraved in my body, and words don't come in well.

It was just silent and all I could do was stand up on the spot.

"I'm so, so sorry!

Finally, speaking out loud, Henriette turned her back on Flam and walked away.

The flam, left alone, falls back, and when his back hits the wall, he falls for it.

"What... was,?

When I'm done, I don't know anything.

I thought you were a decent person while we were talking, does that mean you weren't?

My knees are still wet and very disgusting.

There's nothing to wipe, so the flam tries to get up and go back to the room.

Then - from across the hallway, Otilier showed up.

She approaches the flam straight.

"Otiri..."

And she strangled Fram without saying anything.

Keep pushing it against the wall and do everything you can to kill it.

Flam opened his eyes wide to unexpected behavior.

"Ah, but... duh... and...?

"I saw it... you... yeah," hey "... to your sister... what did you do to your sister?

"Wah, Ji... nothing..."

"Don't lie to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

She roared, and glanced at the flam with a ghostly shape.

"Well, well, well, well, well, well! You fucking asshole. Ahhhhhh! I'm the only one who can give your sister a drink of blood, and a milky kid like me is in good shape. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

"Oh, my... oh, my..."

"Death, death, death. Yeah, hey! The one who gets close to my sister always dies, too. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

The tone no longer stops the prototype either.

Earlier acts were Henriette's rampage, so to speak, but such circumstances did not matter to Otilier.

Coincidentally, I witnessed that.

Naturally, there's no way your sister is bad.

I mean, this fucking asshole who seduced your sister is set to be bad.

Dear Sister, her logic of supremacy is extremely simple.

Always, at all times, Henriette will not be the perpetrator.

Even if she was evil 100 percent, it is.

"Don't go back, it doesn't change that your sister got your blood in there. Hey! What are you gonna do, blame me for tarnishing my sister, how are you gonna take it? Ooh!

"Gu... Ugh..."

"You have to die!? Hey, I'm gonna have to die, scumbag like you, trash like you, and give it back alive. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

An arm that strangles your neck adds more strength.

Otilier's intent to kill was real.

Flam's face turns red and black, his mouth dripping with covetousness, and his strength falls out of his bare hands and feet.

"It's me... minutes, not at all,... and... su"

A memory that plays like a running horse lamp.

From the gap between the seals, the memories overflow to leak.

Still, not everything.

I just look blurred, maybe someone important to me.

But that's over.

My consciousness fades, I die.

I don't know why they killed me.

"Don't run wild, Deputy General."

Also, there's a voice of a man I've never heard.

Suddenly appearing, the bearded, evil-looking man waved his sword relentlessly against Otilier's back.

Then she realizes she's killing herself, releasing the flam, pulling the sword out of her hips and responding.

"Don't interrupt me, Jack Marley!

"I don't even have to do this. She's a good woman, Otilier."

"I don't care what you think, stay out of my way. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

In front of the flam, the blade and blade bump into each other at a speed that is not even noticeable.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Flam's head creases, his vision is sumptuous, and he smells blood from his throat.

When I swallowed the spit, the inside of the strangled area just scratched and hurt.

My body and brain are confused by a situation that changes so dramatically.

What the hell is going on, why am I suddenly being attacked and the two of us fighting?

Or who the man is - I don't know what it might be.

"Don't worry, wasn't Fram Apricot's protection an order from that sister?

"Gu... it"

"You're gonna hate me?

"Ugh..."

When Henriette's name comes up, Otilier grows a little older.

She must have also seizurely hit the flam, just as Henriette craved blood.

Is it something such an emotionally unstable person can be an officer?

Or, is that why you could have been an officer?

It was a world that Flam couldn't understand.

"... cum"

When Otilier looked at Fram, he ran away with his teeth devoured with remorse.

The man, called Jack, approaches the flam, who has completely lost his hips, and reaches out.

But Henriette's trauma lingers. She refused it and stood up on her own.

"I'm Jack Marley, vice president of the Order of Churches."

"Hi...... thanks, thank you"

"That was a disaster. You're wrong to leave it to the people here because they don't have the people to execute you all the time. He's always been a character breaker."

"Ha..."

"You're relieved I'm normal compared to that, aren't you? Let's go into the room."

When Jack familiarly placed his hand on Flam's shoulder, he pushed his back into the room.

And when I close the door, for some reason, I lock it immediately.

But she doesn't realize it when she's completely depressed.

As he was taken as he was near the bed, Jack suddenly rambled the flam flying.

On the sheet, her body being thrown out on her back.

He covers and reaches for his collar.

"Huh? What..."

"I protected him, and this is the consideration, okay?

And when I pull full force, my shirt's chest is chopped a thousand times and my bra is revealed.

Flam trying to hide it by hand, but Jack grabbed me by the wrist and stopped me.

I thought there was finally a decent person out there - physically and mentally exhausted Flam doesn't have the strength to resist anymore.

"Oh no... oh no...!

I just waste it like a child and shake my head.

Jack nodded his tongue when he saw how such a flam was.

"I don't know if it's forbidden for women, but as long as I'm in the Knights, I won't hold a woman by any good means. This is the only way. It's okay, I'll be nice."

His hand stretches to the lower half of the flam as he shifts responsibility at will.

Zero tears in tears, she roars "uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu".

At that time - gagging, and the heavy and strong sound of cutting the metal off.

Jack trembles on his shoulders and looks at the rough door.

Destroyed is the key to the room.

Someone forcefully broke it with a sword.

Gigi, and emerged from beyond the open door was one knight wrapped in white armor.

He raised his sword high on the spot.

"Captain Hugue......!?

Jack is obviously a werewolf.

"I don't expect the words of my time to reach others, but when desire is an evil thing, I always ask you to use your chastity belt, so much so...... I should have said so, Lord Deputy Commander!

Hugue speaks out in a clear tone.

Flam, who had no idea about him, was taken aback.

Jack also releases his body from the flam, hands up, desperate and pleading not guilty.

"Wait, I haven't done anything yet. Shh!

"It's not necessary to say!

"Damn... I don't like it, I want to die -"

Jack begging for his life.

But Hugue ruthlessly waved his sword down on the spot.

"Justice Enforcement (Justice Arts) - Blade of Purification (Scotch Maiden)"

Bed to door is away, not a normal distance to reach.

But - Hugue's blade captured Jack's neck exactly what the reason was.

"... ah"

The execution was completed.

The head of the flying Jack strikes the universe and lands between the legs of the flam.

More blood bled out of the severed surface of her neck, over the bed - and of course her own face was red and dirty.

Before the tragic sight, Flam's brain's processing power crosses the limit.

Starting with Henriette's rampage, Otilier nearly killed him, Jack attacked him, and Hugue killed Jack.

What happened?

How could you do this?

"Oh... so I don't know..."

Flam lost consciousness as he wetted his face with tears and blood.