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

Anyway, Fram was desperate.

I couldn't even think with my head, and when I realized it, my body was moving to protect itself.

I'm sure that's too awkward a blow to call genocide rules (Genocide Arts).

Originally, it should be powerful enough to cut off the skull as long as it takes a direct hit from the front, and the power to intrude blood into the body and deprive that area of functionality is not being used at all.

But for Flam now - and against Otilier now, it was too effective a hand.

"Ha... ha..."

Flam with shoulders up and down and facing Otilier.

There was no longer enough power left in her arms to just wave the sword, but there was still the will to fight.

Otilier, on the other hand, had done more damage to his heart than a wound to his face.

"Why... such a little girl has massacre rules (Genocide Arts)...!

For example, when someone you like hates.

For example, when you lose something you like.

People weep, grieve, mourn.

But one day I'll get over it and walk away again.

... What a convenient fantasy that is.

It is a survivor bias.

The shepherd (...) doesn't talk about anything, only the recovered human being.

Sadness, grief, both - too “light” a word compared to the Otilier today.

"I... by the time I stood next to your sister... said I tried so hard... eh"

Otilier squeezes out his voice with one hand to keep his face down.

That's when she finally realized the presence of Henriette, who came into the room.

Her eyes are cold everywhere.

"Ah... hey, mister?

I'm not an ottier who doesn't realize the lack of that temperature.

More despair than when Flam unleashed the genocidal rule (Genocide Arts) strikes her.

Flam, realizing that hostility from Otilier had disappeared, pulled his power out of his hand, which was holding the pattern.

Karan, and make a noise and the sword falls to the floor.

As Herman approached her, he slapped his back modestly pounding, looking at his trembling hands and giving him a sad look.

Now the commotion seemed like a paragraph - but hell for Otilier is still to come.

"Why don't you always listen to me?"

There were no words, but Henriette's claims were obvious.

Even though my face wound hurts, and if it leaves a scar, someone I like may hate me, and even more, the girl who pompous me me and my sister takes my bond and says I'm in pain, in addition to that, I'm being turned on by my beloved to look at the filth.

"I was scared."

Otilier wanted to make an excuse.

"I couldn't wait to be scared because I felt like someone was taking my sister away from me."

She is not a strong man.

Because if you're a strong person, you don't have to lean on others.

And Henriette is a strong man.

So I could live alone.

Then it doesn't matter, if it's okay to be lonely, that's how I want you to live forever.

But she was gentle and gave charity to others.

I was going to give you a piece of bread.

But she had received a full meal.

There is.

It doesn't mesh anywhere, only the distance is close to futile on its beak.

Because you two are childhood friendly.

Nothing more, nothing less.

'Hey sister, can you tell me that if you don't go anywhere, it won't belong to anyone but me?

Such a strong will of Otilier is not conveyed.

Always, everywhere, stay in parallel lines.

But unfortunately,

"I'm disappointed in you."

Only Henriette's will is painfully conveyed to Otilier.

"Chi... no, sister. I'm... I'm..."

"... that's enough, Otilier"

She spoke gently.

But the voice sounds like someone else's demeanor.

At least in the body - not for my sister.

"Sister, listen, I am!

"I order a week of caution, go back to your room."

"Sister!

"I'm telling you to go back!

The fierce yelling caused Otilier to tremble.

There were tears in my eyes, staring at Henriette as if to sneer, but there was no way I would feel sympathy or anything like that.

Despite all that caution, I violated the same order twice.

In other words, he crushed Henriette's face twice.

If “I like you” then why don't you listen to yourself?

That's not a favor or anything, it's just a pity - Henriette cut it so and quit spoiling Otilier at all.

"Ugh... ugh... ugh..."

With her bleeding unstoppable face even on her face, she looks down and leaves the room.

The calm flam finally dropped the figure off with only his gaze.

When Otilier disappears, Henriette bows her head deeply toward Flam.

"I'm sorry!

That's a heartfelt word of apology.

Most of all, where Henriette apologizes, it doesn't make any difference, nor does it heal Fram's wounds.

When the spirit stabilizes, this time twitching normalizes the sensation of the body.

This means that the pain, which until now had been relieved by brain drugs, will push at once.

"Duh, duh..."

A flam that distorts your face to pain while holding the wound on your arm with your hand.

It hurts, of course, not only the lacerations, but also the part where he was trampled and beaten.

You can apologize later, so now, anyway, I wanted you to do something about this.

"You need treatment first. I'll show you to the infirmary. Follow me."

Henriette exits the room and leads the flam.

She left the room while Hellman escorted her.

◇ ◇ ◇

And when the allowance was over, Henriette, sitting in a chair near the bed, opened her mouth with a strange face.

Flam, full of laying bandages, listens to the story without looking at each other and looking up at the ceiling.

There was something that caught my eye, but I still can't remember.

But that presence, which insists strongly on being in me, is who I fell in love with - which I somehow understood.

Hellman was observing the situation worryingly a little further away.

"Can I ask you to talk to me from the beginning about what happened?

I am not refusing to interrogate you.

It's true that Flam has hurt a man in the army, even to her who doesn't remember, as much as it isn't a situation where she can do it in silence.

"As soon as Mr. Henriette left my room, Mr. Ottilier arrived. Of course, there's no way you can turn it against her, once it's about her."

"The guards had been passed out beforehand."

"I think so, because he was down."

Henriette sighed loudly and held her head.

Soldiers are also her men.

She may be feeling more melancholy now than Flam, including reporting to her boss, Satooki, on how she excused herself.

"Then they went all the way to the room with me, and they threw a sword in front of me, and they said," Grab it. "

"And you gripped it, didn't you?

"Yes... so he said the duel was over"

"It's a mess."

Even when Henriette heard that she had grown up in a similar environment, it still seemed to be an unscrupulous argument.

Flam felt a little relieved.

Maybe the kingdom has the luxury of an unconditional duel if you hold the sword - because you were so afraid.

"I was unilaterally slashed, beaten, and kicked by Mr. Ottilier. And on my neck, where I couldn't move, she waved down her sword... there."

"Using genocide rules."

"… yes,"

After all, they had noticed.

He was also shocked that it was lightly copied into the flam, making Henriette's expression even more cloudy.

But if they hold the sword on this occasion now, they probably won't be able to release genocide rules (Genocide Arts) in the same way.

"At that time, anyway, I was desperate and grumpy. Whatever you need to help me with, do something about it."

He could die, that's how his body moved on its own.

I feel like the same thing happened before.

Is it the one called the idiotic power of a fire place, or is it that human beings can exert more power than usual when they are in danger of death?

In Flam's case, that's more powerful than any other human being.

"... the Gadio one, you didn't know?

Henriette blurts.

Flam, who doesn't know the meaning of the word, could only shake his neck.

"Um, by the way..."

"Hmm?"

Where the conversation was slightly interrupted, now Fram asks her.

"What happened to Mr. Otilier?"

"I have arranged for the wound to be treated. We're going to have to talk to Master Satooki about any other disposition than prudence."

"No, not like that. I was wondering if you'd be okay."

"What are you worried about? You, the victim, shouldn't have to lead Otilier."

You shouldn't have to show Flam who hurt you, Otilier.

She thinks so herself.

But - when I look at Henriette, who's not worried about anything, I can't help but be anxious.

Perhaps because of his anger, he's trying to push her away.

"Why don't you kill yourself?"

"Ha, that's just an exaggeration. Though I may be depressed by reflection."

"Are you going to keep your distance from Mr. Ottilier like this?

"Oh, this is a good opportunity, and I'm going to. That's for each other. As deputy general of the flourishing Royal Army, there's too much missing for her now. I need you to be independent."

Unsurprisingly, Henriette.

Flam's anxiety is on the other hand swelling.

She said when we were talking in the room earlier - 'I'm not honest', so I'm not going to fake my feelings and accept Otilier.

Sure, that's right.

It would be healthier to be honest even if you hurt someone somewhat than a relationship made up of lies.

But that presupposes that Henriette knows exactly how Otilier feels.

If Henriette underestimates it.

"Um, I'd like to tell you not to be misunderstood, but I'm not worried about Mr. Otilier. I hate it, and I don't want to see you again."

"I guess that's right"

"But I'm really curious. Mr. Henriette... you really think she won't turn down her life herself by doing that?

Flam said slightly irritated.

Henriette is twenty-six years old and Otilier twenty-four years old.

The two are good adults, which is why Henriette believes she can stand on her own.

On the other hand, however, that also means that the relationship between the two has lasted for more than twenty years.

That sentiment, matured and deeply rooted, is no longer assimilated to personality.

"What do you mean?

"I know exactly how it feels to be dependent on others. I can't really remember, but, I guess, I was in the same situation. When you lose something, a weak person like me can't stand without supporting someone."

Flam felt its presence stronger than ever before.

Is it thanks to the fact that I have noticed the presence of foreign bodies in my brain?

And when I concentrate my consciousness on foreign objects, I also feel that the plug that is holding back my memory without my heart or little by little is getting smaller.

"But not in Mr. Otilier's case"

I have no sympathy, and it still makes no difference what I hate.

But as for this one, I felt sorry for myself through anger.

"Maybe if you don't have feelings for her, Mr. Henriette, you won't even be able to live"

"That's just an exaggeration"

"I'm not exaggerating."

Flam to argue clearly.

Flam can't hide his frustration at Henriette's bluntness while staying closer than anyone else can notice that.

Most importantly, if Henriette had a sharper feeling and had been able to accurately grasp the depth of Otilier's thoughts, she wouldn't have been as interested in a halfway sister as she is now.

If you're a normal person, you're afraid of that fallout.

I don't want to inadvertently reach out.

"I said I'd make you independent, but it's too late. If you want to, I think you should have done it years ago."

"I can do it, Otilier."

"I don't trust that. It's brutal bluntness."

"You're the one who thinks too much, no matter how much she..."

Now reality disproves Henriette, who still doesn't try to admit it.

Gachan, and the door opens with momentum, and one soldier rushes in without a knock.

As he seeped his impatience into his expression, he saluted Henriette out of breath.

"That's noisy, what's going on?

She turns around with a tired look.

"Ho, I will report, Master Otilier tried to stab himself in the abdomen with a sword!

"Become -"

To Henriette, who is going out of time,

"That's why I told you."

Blurry flam.

Seeing the extent of Otilier's disappointment, he said it was more obvious than seeing fire that this would happen.

"I'm sorry, I'll let you continue the conversation later"

Henriette takes a seat and tries to leave the room with the soldiers.

Flam speaks to her like that.

"One last thing, okay?

"Briefly, please"

To Henriette, who turned around, she inquired in a flat tone.

"You sealed my memory, Mr. Henriette, didn't you?"

There is no evidence.

But foreign bodies in the brain, I know that's blood given by others.

I don't even think Otilier will do it, and then the possibilities will be narrowed down to one.

"Why did you think that?"

"Because I understand that genocide rules apply."

Once again, Fram said, aware of the presence of foreign bodies present in his brain.

"... I'll let you know more about that later"

That's what I left out, and now it's time to leave the room, Henriette.

Flirted by a dramatically changing situation from next to next, I'm sorry, but it was originally caused by her not understanding Otilier's feelings.

I deserve it and it's not like I sympathize.

"Huh," Flam exhaled loudly, staring at Henriette's exiting door.

I found out who sealed my memory.

I also feel like I've found a way to restore my memory...

I'm sure we're moving forward.

But I still don't know what to do, where to go, or what to do to reward myself.

Flam with a melancholy look.

When Herman approached her like that, at some point he offered her the fruit he had cut on the plate he had prepared, "… eat" right in front of her.

◇ ◇ ◇

Originally, inadvertent contact between heroes is not allowed.

Inside the castle, even guard soldiers were allowed to walk freely, but they were not allowed to enter each other's rooms on their own - it should have been.

But it is only if you leave the room in a normal way.

Linus, who had tried to make a dignified escape from the window, was still gently climbing the wall to visit Eterna's room.

Of course, it's not Linus who softens the hema so the soldier on the lookout will notice.

"I thought he was a pervert because he suddenly comes through the window"

"I don't want Eterna dressed like that."

The bizarre fashion of wearing a perfect outfit like a swimsuit, feathering a robe from the top and an enan hat.

That was already becoming a symbol of Eterna, but it's no different that it's weird.

"So, what are you here for?

"Information Exchange"

"We should be exchanging letters"

"That's the only part you can't pass on."

It has been a long time since words were exchanged in this way, but Linus, Eterna and Gadio handed each other notes every day and shared information.

Of course, we've already figured out that the Millkits have escaped.

However, only with regard to Cyril, security is tight unlike any other, so it is not possible to make contact as I think.

"Well, that's the point."

"I saw it about an example escape operation."

"Yeah, well, the details are exactly what I wrote in my letter during this time, but what do you think?

"Unfortunately, I can't use Cyril's“ return ”. Apparently, the experiment has broken the link to the transfer tablet we set up in the demonic realm."

"Rinku?

"Cyril and that tablet were connected. But it's gone, which means you won't be able to transfer as freely as you used to."

If only we succeeded in rendezvous, we would fly all the way to the Demonic realm with Cyrillic returns - Linus thought, but it doesn't seem so sweet.

Except I didn't think it was going to be that easy with him.

"I'm not sure how it works, but I can't get out of here with a return," he said. When that happens, the rest is the underground corridor. "

The royal castle is built on a ruin.

Especially an underground prison, a facility built with the ruins intact.

Linus had grasped the fact that although it was usually blocked by walls, there were many passages leading to the Wang capital underground, whether it was remnants of such ruins.

And by examining the wind flow, its reality has also been confirmed.

"Sure, you could use it as an escape route."

"Right?"

"But I have concerns"

"What are you worried about?"

"I don't think Satooki knows what we know not so long after coming to the royal castle. We should consider the possibility of using the hidden passage leading to the King's Capital to escape first."

In other words, Eterna is likely to be hit with some sort of countermeasure.

"That's possible. Oh, I thought I could get to the underground aisle, but I can't find a good way..."

"I can't find it. Then I just got more depressing information. You want to hear it?"

"There's no one I'd like to hear you pretend to..."

Doesn't make things any better that you escaped reality.

Linus listens to Eterna with a serious look.

"It's about the flam."

"It doesn't seem like my memory is back..."

"Yeah, no. I don't know what happened, but I heard Fram was transferred from that room where he was isolated to an underground prison."

"Prison? So you're saying you got caught?

Nodding Eterna.

Flam was transferred to jail a few hours after he was treated and returned to his room.

Even though it is self-defense, it is a punishment for injuring Otilier, a deputy general.

It was also a disposition after taking into account the dangers of Flam, which mimicked the genocidal rule (Genocide Arts), albeit unconscious, and yet realized the presence of Henriette's "blood” that sealed his memory in his brain.

Nevertheless, for Eterna and Linus, who do not even know the circumstances, it is only information that means "it has become even more difficult to escape”.

"Sounds like a lot of trouble over there, too."

"If Cyril finds out, it's gonna be rough"

"I mean, this time it's gonna be a rampage, right?

Cyril was pretty furious when she found out she was being sealed up and held hostage.

So much so that it seems miraculous not to be in the exercise of strength.

"Ha... it's going to be harder to rendezvous with Fram, I can't use the returns, it's going to be harder to use the hidden passage, so it's getting harder and harder to get out. Besides, the number of Kimairas in the Wang capital seems to be increasing. Come on."

"It's the first ear"

"Somehow, it's like they're bringing in more and more people from outside the Wang capital."

"To interrupt our escape?

"I can't believe you're moving all those Kimyras for that."

"So, getting ready for war?

That's what I'm staring at.

That's just a prediction, too.

Thought about it, you can't possibly know the sincerity of Satooki.

The only thing that matters to both of us is the fact that the more Kimyra, the more difficult it will be to get out.

"Anyway, first of all, the demons won't come to the king's capital."

"I wonder if they're really coming"

"You're coming, you want to help us. Besides, Ink must want to see Eterna, right?

"That's for sure"

Eterna says confidently, with her chest stretched out.

Linus laughing bitterly.

It was the afternoon after that that that Negas entered the king's capital to meet the expectations of both of them.