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

"Ahhhhhhh!

Flam waves down a blow that weighs his entire weight as he approaches Kimyra in Wellsey's face.

The opponent guards it with a plana and full of magic with one left hand.

"Fram."

He speaks like he calls a close opponent and reaches right into Flam's abdomen as he invites agitation.

"Grr!

Shhhhhh!

A helical bullet emitted diagonally from Kimyra's palm.

Flam releases his hand from soul eating, twisting his body and dodging.

The stray bullet drilled a positive circle hole in the ceiling.

Go on. With your free left arm, your opponent grabs you by the flam.

"Riversalu!"

Fluffy body due to gravitational inversion.

The flam lands on the ceiling (...) and jumps quickly.

At the same time, the inversion is lifted and the soul eater is drained.

From the head of the enemy, slap in a heavy slash.

You couldn't take it with one hand, Kimyra prevented it by crossing both hands.

"Fram, it hurts."

That's what he says in Welsey's voice, and he releases a knee kick into the void.

A helical bullet is ejected.

"but ah!

"Your husband!

Milkit's sad scream echoed.

Flam tries to dodge by twisting his body, but the bullet goes around her flank.

A body that is breaking down its system.

There, Kimyra sets up a stormy rush with her free hands.

First the left hook by the beast's arm against the falling flam.

"Oops!

The fist plunges into the chest, and an even sharper nail penetrates the torso, clinging from the back.

His lungs were damaged, Flam's mouth filled with the smell of blood, and he even found himself in a difficult situation to breathe.

Immediately Kimyra pulled out her nails, punched her abdomen with her right arm and further destroyed her gut.

Continue and use your left hand to eagle Flam's face and secure your body.

And again hit him hard in the abdomen with his right arm.

"Hiccup, hiccup"

Strike hard.

"Ha ha...!

Strike hard.

"Bo, bu... ugh..."

Strike hard...

"Ha... oh..."

Zuch, Zuch, and rhythmic suction movements are repeated.

Over and over again, Kimyra punches Flam in the stomach with her fist and pierces him with her nails.

The meat, organs and bones became flabby, and the lower body fell off as it became unbearable to the weight.

"Fram, are you okay? Fram?"

The gap between Welsey's cheerful face and the tragic sight was terribly insane.

"Ahhh... ahhh"

Milkit losing words, before the one-sided atrocities that can be perpetrated.

Still, Flam isn't dead yet.

It might have been better dead, but I can't.

Even Kimyra knows that.

I don't want to kill you, just be able to seal your movements.

"Fram, I'll see you later"

That being said, Kimyra threw down Flam's upper body.

The bloody body is slammed against the wall by bechah and falls to the floor as it drifts.

The wound is scratching to regenerate.

A detached lower body approached the upper body as it slipped away like it was alive.

Flam, who watched the sight with his vain eyes, masturbates himself, 'It's like a piece of Kimyra's flesh'.

"Milkit."

"Hih..."

Kimyra seems to have set a target for Milkit.

You just need to take Flam, you need to dare kill him, etc. - No, if it's Origin's purpose to destroy people, isn't it futile?

"Ugh... Ugh... Wow!

Milkit lifts the pot that was nearby and throws it at Kimyra.

The opponent didn't even defend himself.

The pot that hit my face smashes and falls to the floor in pieces without leaving a scratch.

Next, a painting on the wall, and then a lamp on the shelf - a mill kit that throws something, depending on the allowance or something.

But even the Great Sword of Flam didn't work, there's no way there's any damage to it.

"Ouch. Hey, Milkit. Why would you do that?

"Come on, don't come...... Huh!

Still the lower half of the flam is far away - but in blurred vision, I can only tell that Milkit is in crisis.

Her fingers moved tightly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Take a big, deep breath.

Severe pain runs all over my body.

The air leaks from somewhere and the oxygen doesn't take in well.

But not zero.

Now all my fingers are moving.

"Ha... ahhh... ugh... ugh..."

Suck it, puke it.

I'm about to break my heart in pain.

So Flam repeats.

"Still," "Still," "Still," - there's got to be something to do, even if it breaks your heart, "he said.

"Let's get along. Hey, you've always been. Hey, Fram."

Kimyra turns to Flam.

Then there was red liquid on his face.

Even in his eyes, he doesn't even show a painful bare gesture, and Kimyra hardens.

I'm not surprised.

Because such emotions do not exist in this monster.

I can't move (...).

Flying red liquid is not just the blood of a flam.

"Am... gu... su..."

Genocide Rules (Genocide Arts)/Blood Snake Bite Angus.

With her trembling hands, she is holding a soul-eater.

A sword wielded with dying flesh, no great power.

I wouldn't have expected the effect of releasing a chi sword slayer (plana shaker) in my current body.

So I relied on the power of genocidal rules (Genocide Arts) to stop the movement.

And apparently, that flam reading hit me.

"Gh...... geh...... Ghhhhhhhh!

Welsey's neck falls from Kimyra, and she's what she is - the bird's neck appears.

"Za... Mi, Ro..."

I thought I might not have to hear that voice anymore, and that just lightened my mind.

The junction of the lower body is completed while the opponent stops the foot.

It's not perfect until it regenerates in the body yet, but it seems like it can move somehow.

"Ugh... kuh..."

Flam standing up with his face up.

From the junction, loose blood overflows, but turns away from disgusting sensations and pains by telling them 'heal soon'.

"Ghhhhhh!"

Kimyra shouted oddly, waving her fist up towards Milkit.

"No sexual punishment!

Fighting opponents say they're here.

angry flam at Kimyra for trying to kill Milkit, even though yes.

She shoots a blood and plana arrow - a blood-piercing spear (Blood Pierce) - at that arm.

"Gah!?

He gets pierced through his shaken arm and Kimyra moves dull.

There is as much blood as there is.

Flam went on to wave his sword at the cross, releasing the Blood Sword Slash (Bloodshaker).

Kimyra, who just can no longer be ignored, leaps around and dodges it.

And kick the ceiling and jump to the flam all at once.

The curse of blood should keep your right hand from moving well.

The enemy stuck his left arm out and hit him.

The flam is received in the belly of the black blade - activates the contact bride (Alanea) at the moment of contact.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Flam retreated tremendously to the power of the intense beating, but there was a thread of blood on Kimyra's left arm as the spider nested.

The blood then enters the body, causing the area to fail in function.

Flam can focus on both legs to decide the battle at once - but at that time, something strange happens to Kimyra's flesh.

With the sound of broken bones and broken flesh, both arms began to spin (...).

Its speed gradually increases, eventually leading to high-speed rotation like a rock grinder.

Fram, who saw it, was remembering when he fought Luke, a member of Childrens.

I mean - that's a dangerous substitute just to touch.

"Ggah!"

Instead of deciding on the battle, he sets it up from Kimyra's side on the contrary.

Right fist sticking out for the shoulder.

Flam leans and avoids his body.

From the tip of my extended arm, wow! and the spiral was released, destroying the wall.

Next thing you know, I'll give you a left-handed shove of bullshit.

The power of the spiral becomes like a whip, amputating the view reflected in Kimyra's sight.

She crouched quickly, waving a soul-eater at her feet.

Dunn! and as he smashes the floorboard, Kimyra jumps away and the slaughter cuts the sky.

Flam, who saw it, kept moving forward in a low position.

Cut up with a big sword for the moment of landing.

Raise your knees and guard, but Fram's blood hasn't run out yet.

Contact bride (Alanea) tangled in Kimaira's right leg.

"Gi...... ugh"

Kimyra shouted bitterly, kicking the floor with her left foot and retreating again.

My body fluttered even as I tried to land on both legs, but my right leg, where Fram's blood was tangled, had no power.

"I won't allow it."

Flam waves down his soul-eater with hatred.

Anti-Chi Sword Slash "Plana Shaker Riversal" - Invisible Blade Attacks Kimyra.

Take it with rotating arms, but spiral and inversion bump into each other, bazi! and flashed violently.

"Because I will never, ever forgive you"

Flam advances and waves his sword again.

The invisible blade, Kimyra took with her other hand.

But I can't use both arms anymore.

When one leg is sealed, it is best to step on it.

"Origin......!

Flam moves further forward.

And on Kimyra's chest, he put the tip of the blade on it.

At the edge of my vision, I saw Welsey's head.

Sorrow creeping up from my chest, tears in my eyes.

What did she do?

I just desperately said I'd been up to church and just lived straight up.

I'm only twenty-four years old, and I would have had a lot to do.

My brother and I were able to make up and were supposed to work as reporters in Wang Du.

That - that, this sanctimonious carbide, trampled on.

Just for my own desire.

"Only you, never!

Plana, fill complete.

The magic was packed until it saturated.

I can put my strength into both arms.

"Ahhhhhh!

Its flesh, protected by the power of the helix, is pierced - the pneumatic spear "Pranasting" from zero distance.

It wears the flesh of a monster and shoots through the ugly, swirling core in its center.

Kimyra trembled.

Strength falls out of your body, stopping your arms from spinning.

And without even raising the cry of the Terminator, his eyes lost their light and fell.

Flam stood up on the spot and looked down at Kimaira's body.

There is no sense of achievement.

It was just vain.

"... Mr. Wellsey"

As she walked over to her neck, Flam held it up and placed it next to her body as she sat up in front of her bedroom.

Right next to the body, an axe dirty with blood is falling.

Perhaps it was Welsey herself who murdered the servants in confusion.

If that's Kimyra's fault, you don't need to use an axe.

And when she regained her sanity, she committed suicide using the same murder weapon.

As far as neck scars are concerned, it was only after Kimaira connected (...) that neck.

"Mr. Welsey...... ever, thank you"

Mirkit crouched in and said as he shook the cold hand of the body.

There is a scratch on my hand that looks like it was caught with my nails.

Fram decided not to see it, weeping with her and mourning the tragedy.

Though I know.

That's it, not the end.

"- Is, Welsey Mankathy"

"Enjoy - Age"

"The cause of death is the haemorrhagic sho - death - caused by the decapitation of yourself and the

The flam still has memories of when the Origin was invading my brain.

If that's a prophecy - or a homicide herald (...), in this bedroom -

I don't know if I need to see it.

But somewhere in my heart I expect it.

After a moment, she (...) escaped into her bedroom and said she might be surviving.

But the moment I stood in front of the door and twisted the door knob, it pains me that it was a sweet idea.

Because it was unlocked.

A mill kit standing behind me grips Fram's clothes anxiously.

Your palms are going to get dirty with blood, but it seems more important that you're in touch with each other than that.

With a little courage from her, Flam stepped into the bedroom.

"... ah"

And disappointment is voiced and vomited.

On the bed, Foyer Mankathy, Leach's wife, lay down.

"First Name -, Foie Ma -"

"Share Year 3 -"

"The cause of death is strangulation by suffocation."

Origin's voice plays automatically in the brain.

That noise-mixed sound, however, accurately described the current situation.

I was strangled.

Paw marks left in Welsey's palm.

And suicide outside the bedroom.

Fram understood naturally who killed Foyer.

"Mr. Foyer... you're laughing,"

"Yeah... I don't feel happy..."

She's laughing like crazy with her hands around her clavicle.

My sister-in-law killed me, maybe it was better than sanity.

"... like this"

Strength falls out of the flam's body, kneeling.

"There's no such thing..."

We were all desperate to live.

I was laughing happily ever after.

At the end of the party, Welsey and Foyer were together, making fun noises.

I can't believe you're obsessed, you've disappeared so long, and then you should have stayed in peace as usual.

"Why... why, why... eh!

Sitting flam slaps the edge of the bed over and over again.

I couldn't help but hit it, but if I hadn't spit it out somewhere, I would have managed my head before being too brutally unreasonable.

Milkit leans against such a lord and holds his body.

"Ah... oh... thank you, Milkit"

"No...... I'm sorry I could only do this"

Even her voice is trembling.

Fram isn't the only one whose heart is going to be torn apart.

But now - only now, I wanted to be sweet on this plump chest.

Look out the window with a blur as you feel the temperature on your cheeks.

Orange gradients illuminate from the bottom, as they hunt down the black of the night.

I hear something breaking from afar and the little screams.

Reach falling head-on across the window.

For a moment, I had the eyes of him and Flam.

"......"

Like exhale, like voice, tremble your throat halfway.

Shortly afterwards, Gosha, and something crumbled from the outside.

"Huh...?

Next, be the voice.

But I haven't kept up with my head's understanding.

It fell off.

What? Why?

Even those two words are the only ones circling through my head.

"First Name - - Chi Ma - Si -"

Like harassment, memories evoke Origin's nightmares.

"Cause of Death - Jump Down - Bump - Brain - Out - Su"

Speaking of which.

Said so.

In order.

Next to Wellsey.

That guy, too.

Leach Mancassie, too - jumping off, putting out the contents of his brain, saying he's going to die.

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

A mouth that remained open rang a voice that did not speak.

The mill kit holding the flam is also solidified while looking out the window.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...!

Flam holds his head with both hands and makes a squeezing voice.

Should I even say whimper?

I can't describe it in very one word.

She trembles her throat as she exhales a clot of mixed, blackened disappointment with disturbed emotions.

"Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"

Tears overflow from the eyes open to the limit.

My hands shake and stir my hair.

Anger and sadness transcended, and in my head, I just turned white.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!

It's - deserving to call it frenzy (...), screaming.

"Ahhh! Uh-oh! Ahhh! Ahh! Ahhhhhhh!

The flam wiggling off Milkit's arm rubs his forehead against the floor.

"Ahhh! Ah! Up! Goddamn it!

And as it was, I punched my head hard.

You can shatter it, just so you can shatter it and you can't think of anything as it is.

Seriously though, I won't try to stop blood from flowing.

"Agi! Geez! Ugh, ahhh!

"Please don't! Master, he said you did that!

"Stop it. Huh! I don't, I don't!

There was so much overcapacity.

So far, enough.

Still, I've been pushing myself.

Just for someone standing next to me, for that person I want to protect.

But this, I can't.

As of Welsey, it was like a battle with her in her own hands, and she was about to throw up.

Besides, I can't believe Welsey was killing Foyer.

I can't believe Reach cut off his own life.

Human beings who have just worn normal - hero skin - are not strong enough to withstand this stuff.

"I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it anymore. Ahhh! What the hell is this!? Oh, my God, how could this happen? Whoa! I, uh, I... haha, I just... I wish nothing had happened, I just didn't...!

I don't need power, I don't need past happiness.

I'm just glad the days went on when nothing happened.

"That's about it, that's about it... why, God, ahhh! God what!? What the hell is an Origin!? I can't do this anymore. Okay, you tell me what to do. Ahhh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

My throat is ragged and every time I say something, it hurts like I was stabbed with a needle.

But if you don't speak up, if you don't spit out your emotions, you're going to burst.

Words don't come together.

The direction (...) is clear though.

Why, why, why - do I have to fit such an eye?

I'm sure Welsey, Foyer and Reach would think the same thing.

Back in time, Tia, Soma, Ed, Johnny, Dafiz, Fuwis, Mute, Luke, Nect, everyone else - I should have thought the same thing.

How could you do this?

How can such a death - such irrationality - be forgiven?

"Master, let's get some rest... as it is now, my heart will be broken first"

"Why... why... what?

"Origin is all bad, isn't it? It's nobody's fault, that god..."

"Oh no!

Flam waved off Milkit's hand trying to hold him and comfort him.

And she stuffs into a mill kit with a sad look on her face.

"Why is Milkit so... trying to care about me? That's crazy. Mr. Leach, Mr. Foyer and Mr. Welsey are dead, right? Lots of people who know their faces are dead too!? Face your feelings, so you're not at your best!?

At least Flam was.

As much as I couldn't afford to think about someone, all I could do was scream in my head screwed up.

Yet I do seem frightened and sad about Milkit - for all the people I know have died, I am calm.

"That's crazy. I don't know. Absolutely... crazy..."

I know as much as I can do to hit the mill kit.

Still, now, I couldn't help but say.

I couldn't stand it if I didn't bump my emotions into something.

Such a flam - Milkit hugs without punishment.

And I said it in a dark voice.

"Right, I think I'm crazy"

Flam breathed much more.

No, I didn't want you to say that.

But Milkit's words didn't stop.

"Your husband must know that I'm not normal."

I've been treated as a slave since I got my mind on it, and that's how I've been treated until I met Flam.

Whether your face rots, you're waving violence, or you're about to be killed as a spectacle, Milkit, who doesn't complain one thing, is definitely not a normal person (...).

"All this time, I've lived broken. It's probably stained in the roots, and no matter how much your husband loves you, there's nothing you can do about it anymore."

"Oh, no, that's..."

"No, it is. 'Cause your husband felt the same way."

The discomfort was not the fault of Flam's temper, etc.

Without being as strong as she is, Milkit remains a milkit, because she has endured the hell of a painting she has seen.

"I was empty. It's just someone else telling me to use it as it is, to die, and then it's over. That was all my life... until I met your husband."

As Flam knows - the first milkit I just met was a girl with no grasp.

I blindly follow the person you call your husband and I don't even feel afraid of losing my life.

Surely that was what we should have called empty (...).

"So everything I have now is given to your husband. My body, my mind, my emotions, my words, my knowledge, and... I think this life, everything is your husband's property."

Even so, Flam had no words.

No, I think they've said something similar before, but it weighs different.

So much so that what I was going to confess in compassionate affection is ridiculous - all the time, the thoughts Milkitt has are stronger.

The more rare the emotions directed at others.

Sometimes thin, sometimes pathological, because that's how much I love Flam.

Literally, crazy.

Hearing Milkit's true revelation, Flam...

"... nice"

Envious (...), I thought so.

"I wonder if I'll have to suffer no more if I like Milkit that much too..."

Probably when you get out of the mansion, more tragedies than ever will strike you both.

When that happens, Flam is definitely intolerable.

Somewhere my heart breaks and I can't fight.

Then wouldn't it be easier to break it in a different way - a confused thought, and she thinks so?

"Hey, Milkit. I... how can I be? Can I like Milkit that much, too?

Milkit did not respond immediately to Flam asking in a powerless voice.

I thought with my lips closed and hesitated.

A vain eye, a dead look.

Flam now, definitely not in normal condition.

Can I imitate (...) her weakness like that?

Yeah, but the Lord wants himself, nothing could be happier for Milkit.

It is responding to her significance of being.

If so - and open your mouth.

"Can you untie the bandage, please?

"... yeah, okay"

When Fram let go of his face a little, he turned his arm around the back of Milkit's head and touched the bandage.

Untie the knot with a familiar handle and remove the cloth that covers her face.

When the Lord's hand touches his skin, Milkit turns to himself with a voice that tickles a little "ahhh..."

And when her face was revealed, the two stared at each other.

"I knew it was cute"

Milkit feels sexually loving about the Lord, who doesn't forget his word even at this time.

"From here, what do I do?

A mill kit that swallows sawdust and saliva.

Its palm stretches out onto Flam's cheek.

I'm in the opposite position today.

Usually she touches Milkit's cheek from her side - but when she touches it this way, the Lord's body is very warm.

But not if it's lukewarm.

Milkit embarked on herself and put her face closer.

Just like she's going to push down the flam.

"Are you sure?

Again, Milkit inquired.

That's what she wanted.

If Fram asked for me about herself as much as he asked for her - I can't be happier.

That's why Milkit is lost.

Can I change the way of the Lord at my own convenience, at my own selfishness?

To her like that, Flam smiled and said.

"Fine. Break me, Milkit."

I was actually thinking about a place with beautiful views or a romantic atmosphere, but I didn't care about that.

Abandon normality and embrace madness.

Don't let anything else get invisible.

And - Milkit, lean her lips against the flam.

"Mmm..."

And the two exchanged their first mouths at the bottom of the full Narrow of Death.

The moment I touched him, a colorful voice leaked out of Flam's throat.

Just hearing that, the more Milkit's chest sounds like it's going to rip open.

"Ha, fu..."

When Flam's face shakes, the moist and soft body temperature he feels on his lips rubs and Milkit gives him a sweet voice as well.

Just loving.

It's just an act of touching your lips.

I've held hands and embraced them more than once before - not like any of them.

And be sure.

Again, this relationship is not a friend, a partner, or a family member.

"Oh, we - we've been in love ever since we started."

Almost at the same time, the two think the same thing.

It took me a while to realize, but when I realized it, I was so much in love that I wondered why I'd ever been in a relationship other than my lover's.

With intense love, if you like, like, like, maybe once in your life.

I can't believe it didn't come to Milkit's mind to think so strongly - and Flam realized once again how awesome she was.

So, just so we can get a little closer.

More, so that you can like it enough to break.

Open-minded acceptance of Milkit's affection sent from his touching lips.

"Ha... um, fu..."

I don't know which voice it is anymore.

Soon the two bodies were snuggled together and Flam's hands were turned on his back to hold the mill kit.

Really, could it have broken?

On the flam, I haven't really felt it yet.

A little bit, maybe it was just a silly thing.

But at least only while we were kissing each other like this - I could turn away from the nightmare (reality).

◇ ◇ ◇

Flam and Milkit join hands, tangle their fingers and leave the mansion.

Then Flam stopped as soon as he left and looked to the left.

Fall into wet cobblestones with blood, there's a man.

It's the remains of a fallen dead Leach.

He bled out of his head - from the crushing, he probably died instantly.

To see that expression overflowing with grief, Leach seems sane to the end, pessimistic about the death of his sister (Welsey) and wife (Foyer) and turned down his own life.

Flam, who walked over to the body, let go of his hand once and carefully lowered his head.

"Thank you for all your help so far, Mr. Leach"

But she was never as disturbed as she was when she was Welsh or Foyer.

With Milkit similarly bowing his head, the two again rejoin hands and aim to be outside the premises.

The streets visible beyond the walls are burning red.

"Come on."

"Yes."

The two stare at each other and smile.

There is no shadow in that look.

Because there's a flam there and there's a mill kit there.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

To the depths of despair that swirl with tragedy.

The girls stepped forward, relying solely on their strong bonded love for each other.