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

While Linus grabbed the information that the hostages had escaped, Flam was isolated without being able to recover his memory.

She has nothing to do anyway, she can spare time in her own room.

You can wave your sword if you go to Hellman's room, but he has a job to do, too.

I can't even get into it every day.

To distract her boredom like that, Henriette had started visiting the room the past few days.

Perhaps there was also a connotation of sin.

I understood that that was an accident, although the same bad feeling I had about Henriette would not go away.

Apparently Henriette herself doesn't feel good about that sexuality (...), and she wants to overcome it someday.

Most importantly, the impulse that stained my body could not have disappeared so easily, and I don't think I have eyes for it.

"Mr. Otilier has been oh for a long time?

When it comes to the two common topics, it is all about Otilier.

For Flam, her very existence is traumatic, so I don't want to remind her if I can - that she still lives in the same building.

Though the order forbids contact, I don't just feel like I'm nearby.

As I asked Henriette about her, I was hoping she wouldn't hear anything about her weakness.

"Oh, I still had cuteness when I was a kid, but someday they... no, it's been a little distorted since I couldn't deal with them at work"

"So much about Mr. Henriette."

From an early age, Henriette seems to have lived in the neighborhood with Otilier.

The second daughter, Otilier, who had not been treated very well at home, admired her like a sister.

But one day, when Henriette joined the army, we couldn't spend as much time together as we've ever done.

The longer the days he could not see him, Otilier was insane in his affection, and he held his sword to get any closer to his beloved sister.

And, well - Henriette seems to blame the time she got distorted for not seeing her, but that's not actually the only reason.

Apparently, the distorted sexuality that favored the blood of certain opponents was alive from an early age, and the two were hiding from their parents and secretly, licking their blood.

Though Henriette, who is conscious of “doing something wrong," never tells others that fact.

"I wore the same sword moves as I did in self-study, and I gained enough strength to be a deputy general. I guess I should be happy to be at the head of the Royal Army - not quite, not at all."

Clearly, it is madness.

It cannot be common sense to master the rules of genocide (Genocide Arts) on your own without a teacher and without begging for anyone's teachings.

They praise the surroundings for being such a "sword genius” about Otilier, but they're not.

"Mr. Henriette doesn't like Mr. Ottilier?

"I don't think so."

Henriette assures me.

"Otherwise, you wouldn't be adorable from an early age. I still have a pretty little sister for me."

"Then... it might be odd for me to say this"

hesitant, Fram said.

"Why don't you just accept her feelings?

“That would reduce the number of casualties," he didn't even say, but it could have been passed on to a well-guessed Henriette.

Otilier runs wild because of his anxiety that his sister might become someone else's.

So break the discipline. But try to get rid of those who get in the way.

Then if Henriette accepts her thoughts, she should be able to eliminate emotional distractions.

But she shook her head and denied it.

"You can't, you're not honest"

The answer was a little different than Fram thought.

The desire for honesty means that Henriette is serious about Otilier.

I mean, it's not like I don't have a pulse.

That's why Flam shouldn't think of anything - somehow, do it again.

No, for Flam, it's best for the two of us to get through each other and not have any more victims.

But when I think of Otilier's two-sided nature and his ghostly shapes, I really think about it.

- I wonder what that would be like.

"Werner asked me something similar before. So I answered the same."

"Oh, really?"

"Then again, I had the same subtle reaction as you do now."

I don't really like Werner, but I just have to empathize now.

Henriette laughs bitterly, continuing her words.

"Otilier is always desperate to be in front of me, working hard - well, somehow, he's an honest, cute guy"

If you're in front of someone you like, you can work hard.

The feeling is understandable even to Fram.

Perhaps Otilier, known by others, and Otilier, known by Henriette, are completely separate.

"Aren't you wearing a cat?"

"On the contrary, that's the vegan Otilier. out in front of others. She's always too attentive."

A somewhat favourable interpretation.

Well, if it's childhood taming, that's probably what you can't help thinking.

I don't think Fram can do that with a "carefree” word.

"Can't you manage to relax in Mr. Henriette's words?

"That's what I'm often told from around here. You don't treat Otilier well, do you?"

Sure, Otilier may be someone that Henriette can manipulate as she pleases, if she cares about it.

It's one sweet word, and he'll do it all the way to his death.

But she won't.

Because I'm not honest.

The love of mankind is all equally honorable, and it is unacceptable to face it with intent - that's what I'm thinking.

"But as a result, I've caused a great deal of damage to your heart. Maybe it's time for me to rethink it."

Does she intend to come closer or leave again?

If it was the latter, the damage is more likely to spread - but to that risk, I just hope she is aware.

"I'm not sure, but if we don't even face each other anymore, that's enough"

"I've told you that many times. Whatever happened, I pushed just in case, you're probably okay now."

I don't want you to say "probably” and I want you to say yes.

But Otilier was not ordered to be discreet.

No authority to deprive her of her liberty without punishment, no matter how much Henriette.

So I can't say enough.

When the topic about Otilier came to a paragraph, Henriette said, "I still have work to do" and left the room.

One left flam pours a warm, slightly sweet cup of tea into his stomach.

I was going to swallow it with the feeling of no excuse, but the only thing that fell off was the liquid.

"Me, what's going to happen..."

Staring at the contents of an empty teacup, blurry.

I still don't recall, and I don't see how you can get me out there.

I said, even if I stay here, I have nothing to do, nothing to be commanded - even every day, only anxiety swells.

As the mood sank and negative thoughts were about to dominate Flam's head, the knocking noise blocked the thought.

Did Henriette forget something?

On a small run, he approached the door and said, "Who is it?," he opens.

Good afternoon.

- Otilier said with a full smile.

"Hih...!

I feel blood and goosebumps all over my body.

I tried to scream, but it doesn't sound like a voice.

Flam trying to close the door in a hurry, but his leg gets pinched quickly.

Still pull the door knob with both hands.

But the same is true for Otilier, such as her power in status 0.

When I opened the door lightly with one hand, I grabbed Flam's collar and put my face closer together.

"Ugh... uhh..."

Flam shudders his body into small pieces with tears in his eyes.

Otilier, on the other hand, remained smiling, tilting his neck and telling her.

"Will you follow me?

And let go of my hand and let go.

Flam sits back and looks at Otilier as he walks away with his back turned.

But the moment I turned around and saw that murderous glance, I stood up in a hurry and followed her with a relaxed and indelible foothold.

Shortly after leaving the hallway, the guard and the soldier fell down.

◇ ◇ ◇

Otilier successfully chose a soldierless route and brought the flam to the dim and dusty room in the royal castle.

The wide indoor walls are decorated with several swords.

There are other signs that were decorated with something on the wall and torsos that are worn without anything.

Were you just saying it was a warehouse site?

Otilier walking over to the wall.

Looking over the smallest sword, she threw it in front of the flam.

She shivers her body even to the sound of Karan,.

"Hold it."

Stay smiling unchanged like a mask, tilt your neck, Otilier says.

I had to obey.

I felt like I would be killed if I didn't obey.

With a sweaty hand, a sword about fifty centimeters across the blade, gripping and picking up the pattern.

Then Otilier grinned.

"Now you've got a duel (...)"

"Oh, what do you mean -"

Fong!

She pulls out her sword without question and is slashed by the flam.

It was a reflexively lagging flam, but the cutting edge tore her right arm.

"Agoo! What... ah, ah... Huh!

Hold the wound, look at the palms wet in blood and pale your face.

"Ouch... it hurts... ugh!

She has no experience, no readiness, no enchantment.

The pain reached the brain directly, and the wound hurt twitchy forever.

Above all, the fear of being slashed with a weapon to kill a person from a hostile opponent amplifies that pain.

"Does it hurt? Does it hurt? To this extent... my anger will subside... hey, whoa, whoa!

Exasperated, fleshy on the flam.

Otilier grabbed her chest again and punched her in the cheek with his right hand holding the sword.

"Ugh!

The flam is blown up and clashes against the wall from the back.

"Ha... ha... Hiu... Hiu... eh"

Emotions sinking into the bottom of shock and fear inhibit her breathing.

Your lungs vibrate like cramps, and your body doesn't turn as much oxygen as you think.

My body doesn't move freely either, and I see the walking Otilier in tear-blurring sight, so I do my best.

"Oh, what were you doing with your sister?

"Wow, I... am... eh"

"You're, uh, with your sister. Ooh, what did you want to do and you're asking? Ooh!

A spike pierced directly next to Flam's face.

"Higiu...... heh!

A few hairs fall off and the contours of my ears tear thoroughly.

It hurt.

Anyway, my arms and ears hurt, and my tears spilled naturally why I had to fit such an eye.

It's too unreasonable.

I don't know if it's God or General, but this can't be allowed to happen.

That's why I said I didn't like that much, how can I have to feel so painful forcefully bringing me to a place like this?

"Ugh... Ugh... I... nothing... eh"

"You're not lying to me, you bastard!

Bachin! and the full force binta assaults Flam's cheek.

The shock caused her to collapse to the floor.

palms on the bumped spot, leaking a whimper,

"Ha ha!

Plus on that face, her kick pops in.

Flam glanced, hitting the back of his head and the wall hard.

Even loose consciousness and put him to sleep on the floor.

"Sister and my (...) sister and oh, breathing in the same room, oh, even, I would have exchanged words, but you are aahhhhhhhh!

A faint cry echoes the room.

O'Tillier, along with his voice, kicked Flam's belly with all his might.

"Ugh... guh... uh, guh..."

Saliva is spit out of my mouth.

Further, Otilier repeatedly stubbornly kicked and stepped on his abdomen.

At last, from the mouth of the unbearable flam, the diarrhea overflows.

"Okay, hey, hey! You're talking to your sister with that filthy mouth. You were breathing the same air. Whoa! That can't be allowed. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Aguuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

"Condemn, Condemn, Condemn. Good wi! This sinner is so unanimous, he's guilty of death, and there's filth in my way and your sister's paradise!

Flam that can only be kicked irresistibly.

She doesn't speak in her voice - no, she was even begging for help, although she couldn't speak out in pain and suffering.

(Help... Father, Mother Come on... I didn't do anything... I want to go home soon... eh)

What is sin?

Why should I be punished?

I don't care about memory anymore, please, I want you to let me go.

(Marin...... Pyle......! I want to go back... put me back, Patria... put me back... oh!

I think of my parents and friends in my hometown.

I just missed you.

I couldn't do anything decent about exercising, and I was happy, although it often annoyed everyone.

I don't want many.

It's just that in my hometown, I...

(... that? Something... different, like)

Fram's instinct complains so.

An emotion sleeping in the depths insists it's not your true desire.

(I... what I wanted...)

I want to go home, that thought has not disappeared.

But if we were to live in peace anyway, there must have been someone who wanted to be more with us.

I'm sure that's who Flam fell in love with.

The memory is right there, but somehow, I can't remember as if foreign objects were in the way, loving someone.

"Ha, ha, ha... ahhh, it doesn't mean how much I hurt you... I can't allow you to exist, I can't allow you to be here"

No matter how much you kick on it, Otilier's anger won't subside.

No, from the beginning, violence wasn't the purpose.

"This is the kind of woman who defiles your sister as long as she exists."

Otilier raised his sword high.

To kill, she brought Flam this far to erase the abominable presence that contaminated your sister from this world.

A silver blade glitters over the head of the flam, as if it were a beheading table (guillotine).

(… disturbing,)

Flam thinks.

You could be anything but unreasonable, selfish, involving others.

Both Otilier and this, present in the brain, unwanted foreign body that sealed his memory.

"You're gonna die. Ahhhhhhh!

She waves the blade down with her undulating nature and begins the execution.

Flam took a strong grip on the sword he somehow (...) had without letting go, looking blurry at the sight.

The blood dripping from the wound was running through his arms, wetting the blade.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Henriette sat back in her chair, someone knocked on the door at about the same time as that.

"Who?

"... Henriette, we need to talk"

"Hellman, you can come in."

Herman, who entered the room, had such a dark look that he could see.

It's pretty unusual for him to lack emotional stimulus.

"What's going on, what's going on?

"... Flam is gone"

"No way -"

"... in front of the room, a soldier was down"

At that point, Henriette guessed what had happened.

I told you that was so tough - no, was that counterproductive after a while?

“Why does your sister care so much about Flam,” she may have backstroked her emotions.

That's why the surroundings tell me that Otilier is poorly handled.

"Hellman, we're gonna split up and find her!

"... Got it"

The two flew out of the room and tried to rush out in separate directions.

But then...

"Bye!

Somewhere in the castle, I hear a woman screaming.

The distance isn't that far, it's probably the same floor.

Henriette and Hellman look each other in the eye and head to where their voices have been heard.

Turned the corner several times and arrived at the site of a warehouse now unused.

I don't feel alone around me.

It's a great location to sneak Flam in.

Henriette immediately opened the door and entered the room.

"Otilie!"

She exclaimed the name of the perpetrator (...).

But what the two of them witnessed there was a completely different sight than they had imagined.

"Ha... ha... ha..."

Flam stands on both feet, scratched but firmly, shouldering up and down and repeatedly breathing rough, holding the sword with both hands.

Otilier, on the other hand...

"Ah... oh, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts. No...!

He desperately suppresses the lacerations carved on the right half of his face with his bloody hands.

"Why... why did you do that?!

From the gap between his fingers, Otilier glanced at the flam.

The intent to kill has not shriveled yet.

No, it's rather stronger than it was earlier.

"You can use the genocide rule Genocide Arts. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Otilier screams.

It was a bond for her to connect herself with Henriette.

But Fram defiled it.

It's an unforgivable sin.

So put a blatant hatred and anger in your voice and hit her.

"Phew..."

But the flam doesn't work.

Relax, breathe, and with a resolute look, point the tip of the blade at the Otilier.

I was so frightened until just now, wonder, that I could take that intention to kill directly from the front.