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

Zeion back at the rally point.

In his sight there is a picture of people who have survived so hard.

Many people are injured, and Sairel heals their wounds around.

However, she is not very good at magic, so it was difficult to get it fully healed immediately.

"I would have studied magic more seriously if this had happened."

and so forth and dare to stay bright, inviting the other person to laugh.

Her presence may be healing the mind more than the body of the shelter people.

I guess Zeion should carry that role if it is supposed to.

But he couldn't do it now.

Even if you're laughing, 'Is that okay' deep down in your heart, because you have yourself to blame for failing to protect Seatum.

Toros, too, has a calm personality, and he's good at magic, but he's not very good with people.

For a long time, my friends were only about Zion.

In the end, we have no choice but to leave it to Sairel.

Nevertheless, it's not like we're doing anything.

It is in knowledge that we cannot achieve as much credit as she does, and we speak out to the people who give themselves up to each other.

From children to old people, to her parents who wish Negas well - irresponsibly wandering hopes that "he must be alive," even in his heart.

And as the voice-over ended, he lowered his back near Toros, who was going to see his sister and mother.

"How are you two doing?"

"Leiris stays asleep all the time, you must be tired"

A water-haired girl rests on an impromptu bed made of chairs side by side.

Toros is the same generation as Zeion - that is, around seventy years old, but about forty years apart from Leiris.

I mean, she's in her thirties.

How long the Demons lived, this was a considerable difference of years.

By the way, Leiris would look older if he just looked older than Seatum, but this is because Seatum's appearance is too young.

"But my mother, as you can see, seems to be doing well now"

A little further away, Sassia was lying down, just like Leiris.

She strokes her forehead worryingly, sounds like she's in conversation with her husband Grouse.

"I'd rather not disturb you. You're still a hot couple."

"Yeah, we're close, right? I want a daughter-in-law too."

"Toros, it's rare to talk about cancer, was there even a woman you liked"

"... I thought Sheetum was a good girl, and Zeon gets mad when I say that?

Zeion unexpectedly opened his eyes and looked at Toros.

We've known each other for a long time, but I didn't even realize Zeon had such feelings for Seatum at all.

"You're angry... that's surprising. Well, that's not what I'm talking about when I talk to you."

"If we talk, it's gonna get worse."

"So, since when?"

"I don't know. Soon, when I saw her with Zion, I started to think," Okay. "

Tsaion tying his mouth to the letter to as troubled.

Toros smiles unwittingly at the look on his face.

"But, you know, she's probably the one I liked with Zeon."

"What do you mean?

"The look on the girl's face spending time with whoever she liked looked very appealing. Maybe it's something that gets burned because it doesn't arrive"

"... that's deep"

"Yeah, love is deep, isn't it? There's nothing you can do when you get stuck, you can't get out."

That's what I said to the mockery.

Perhaps, as he did, he tried to give up again and again.

But in the end, my thoughts never disappeared.

"And there's only one more reason I didn't go aggressive."

"What the fuck?"

Toros looked at his sleeping sister and stroked her head to mercy.

"I was just wondering if I could get my hands on a kid younger than Leiris..."

Zeion gets his friend to poke him where he hurts and makes him cling his cheek.

It's not like I don't think anything of him and the hard-to-grow Seatum.

"... that's, what. Are you saying that to me?

"No, it's not like that... honestly, what do you think? Look, Zeion's pretty big."

He's right, Zeion is taller than humans.

Exactly not as big as Gadio, but bigger than Gene.

Needless to say, what happens if he lines up with Sheetum, who looks like a complete child?

"I used to think about that, and I used to distance myself from him."

"Ha, there was"

"Well, you're worried. But... in the meantime, I just stopped worrying."

"As much as I don't care, I liked Seatoom," he said.

"Well, here's the thing"

Shy, Zeion said in a mouthful.

Seeing him like that, Toros laughs at Niyaniya.

"Ha-ha-ha, welcome"

"Heh, let me tell you myself. What an approximate reaction!

Zeion grabbed by Toros.

He was lightly headlocked and Toros said, "I'm sorry, I said it hurts!" and beat his arm with a half laugh.

Grouse and Sassia watched with a smile as they twitched unjustly old.

"Really, Zion, you're gonna lose your mind."

"You've been getting along with Toros for a long time."

"Oh, thanks to him, Toros is a lot brighter"

Toros was a very dark child at an early age, and he didn't get along very well.

I even let Sassia and I go to Disa's school where she was involved in trying to make friends somehow, but the situation didn't improve.

But one day, after meeting Zeion somewhere out of the sight of his parents, he started to take him around like every day.

It was only in the beginning that I had a troubled face, but little by little I was distracted by Zeon, and eventually I was in the pattern of being able to call him a friend.

And from that time until now, that hasn't changed much.

Even as Zeion deepened his relationship with Sheetum and improved his position among the Demons, he never stopped dating Toros.

"The atmosphere in the house is also brighter..."

"A little bit, maybe I was under his influence too"

"Is Sassia here too? Me, too. I just learned something important from you, Zeion."

At that time, Grouse's expression clouds his face.

"He and Master Seatum would have led the Demons in a better direction."

The two marriages were no longer spoken of among the Demons as a matter of policy.

Not so long ago did Zeion and Seatum try to hide their relationship.

Nevertheless, the two of them are not even in love yet.

How many steps it took to fly to get married had a huge impact on Negas blowing it all the way to his liking.

Most importantly, the surrounding air prompted the relationship to deepen, so you're right when it comes to Aurai.

"... right"

Sassia had a dark look and shook her head vertically.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sassia. You'd be shocked what happened to Mr. Deeza."

Grouse leans against his pale wife and whispers his back.

"No, never mind. Because of that one, I lost more lives than I could count."

Nothing. He doesn't care.

Instead, I was most curious - about Sassia's way of calling that one (...).

Do I need to honor just a schoolteacher that much?

It's not limited to Sassia, that's something I can say to the Demons in general who went to school.

Grouse has yet to hear from Zeion about Diza's collaborators.

But I know that it is impossible to execute a series of cases alone.

The danger of origins is a common perception of all demons.

Normally, it's impossible for the Demons to cooperate with Disa.

But suppose you've been dyed of ideas since you were a kid.

If you've been engraved into someone you respect enough to worship...

"... you?

Grouse returned to his wife's words, much more sane.

And I hold my head, and I shake my neck sideways.

I wonder what I'm thinking.

Undecent, such as doubting his wife on the arrow tip determined to protect his family.

"I'm sorry, maybe I'm tired"

"You should get some rest, too."

"Yes, I will."

Grouse, seated in a nearby chair, leaned down and sighed loudly.

Such a look at him, Sassia narrows her eyes and looks at him emotionally.

◇ ◇ ◇

For about an hour Toros and Zeion were welcoming.

Their hearts also rest for a little while in a calm air that does not seem to be just before the world perishes.

Near Seleid's settlement has miraculously never been attacked by Kimyra before.

Almost everyone who lived here from the beginning is dying or escaping.

I mean, it's not like there's anything Kimyra can't get close to - but as things stand, I didn't want to say luck (...) anyway.

"Hey, it's time to make lunch. Um..."

"Were there any food left yet?

"I have about a minute today. All we have to do is gather from the nearby settlements."

In the snowy northern part of the Devil's Territory, keep food stored during warm periods.

Thanks to this, to this day the Zeions managed to eat up without leaving Near Sereid.

It is also a tribute that the Demons live without the need for so much heat.

But the limit is close.

It's time to go collect food in other settlements.

But if you go outside, you won't be able to avoid engaging with Kimyra just fine.

Regardless of the one-on-one (Tyman) against the werewolf type, even Zeon's life is at stake if it comes to fighting multiple bodies, or more than the lion type.

Perhaps we should all move to another settlement together, but the likelihood that we could all reach our destination with the satisfaction of five bodies was endlessly close to zero.

"Hey Sairel, it's time to make a mesh!

Zeion called Sairel, who had been welcoming with the old man.

When she bows her head to her opponent, she rushes toward him.

Miscellaneous use in Near Sereid was the role of these three people who could afford it physically.

Of course, the other demons can help, but they can't afford to take care of their families or their own health.

"Come on, both of you!

When the three of them go outside the assembly hall, they head to a private house nearby.

The relatively large kitchen makes this home suitable for cooking large numbers of people.

Food from the settlement is collected and kept in the dining room.

From there, we looked at the ingredients - until yesterday.

The menu is limited on its own because there are already fewer types and quantities.

"This is the only way to boil it."

Sairel said, the other two nodded as well.

In the meantime, the most abundant amount of potatoes is as a staple by sprinkling them - once the menu is thoroughly decided, the three of them begin to look down on the ingredients first.

The first step is to silently peel a large amount of potato skin with a knife.

This potato, which can be taken from the demonic territory, has a thick skin and a firm texture when put through the fire.

Mixing it with flour can also make bread, but it's not here.

Well, it's good enough without it, and I have a good stomach.

"Hey, Zeion, you're going looking for food tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah"

"Shouldn't I go with you?

"Stop it, there's no guarantee you can go back alive"

"But for taking all that risk, there's a limit to how much Zeion can bring home alone, isn't there? The magic of the wind, like Negas, can't even carry you in bulk, can it?

"Surely Mr. Sairel is right, the magic of Zeion is not that clever,"

"Well, I specialize in combat."

Formerly magic polished to protect Seatum.

Like Negas, it was only natural that there was little that could help in everyday life.

Most importantly, it's quite convenient to say that you can light a fire, but that's something anyone who manipulates fire attributes, including Toros, can do.

"Toros has family matters, and I'm alone, you see."

"You just haven't found him. He's alive somewhere."

"Ha ha, sorry I can't be that optimistic"

"Then you can't take them extra. I'm telling you, I'm not going to die, I'm going because I'm sure I can come back alive."

Beat Deeza.

Until he serves that purpose, he cannot die no matter what.

Let him survive no matter how unusual he exposes himself, I swear so, his determination is stiff.

"Hehe... it's still hot and painful, Zeion is"

"Because it hasn't changed for a long time"

"Has it changed? That's not true, it must be a mess."

"I don't know. Hey, how exactly have you changed?

Zeion says it off with a good face.

"The temperature has risen more than before. He's a hotter man."

To him, who showed no shame at all, Sairel and Toros accidentally blew it out.

With such a reaction, a confusing Zeion.

"Hey, what, why are you laughing!

"Ha ha, no, yeah, I thought Zeon was still cool...... heh"

"I agree. Everywhere Zeon is Zeon, isn't it? I'm sure it was your father's cliché because of the heat."

"Oh, in the case of a jerk, I used it when I saw booze and exposed chicks. I'm telling you, I'm not."

His cliche was influenced by his father, while his honest and serious personality resembles that of his mother.

At least he sees a sexy woman and says, 'It's getting hot!' and won't show a gutsy pose.

Even while we were chatting like this, the three hands didn't stop, and more and more potatoes peeled off and naked.

Then Sairel's hand stopped at the sieve and stared at the wall in the void.

"And Zeion's father... I wonder if he's safe"

"Ha, that's not so easy to die for. The fact that you're still alive means your mum's definitely alive."

"I'm so proud of you, I don't know why I can say it all."

"I guess I'll just say it's because it's a Zeion"

"I don't know if you're denigrating me or praising me. But there were a lot of guys who got out of Seleid before you guys, weren't there?

"Well, we and Negas' parents were directing everyone to evacuate."

I mean, a lot. On the contrary, the Sailers and Toros were at the rear.

That's why the double-digits survive.

Then there may be hundreds of people in the more remote settlements - no, a demonic tribe that, after a moment, fled thousands of Seleids - who normally survive.

It's possible he hasn't survived, but Zeion didn't think about it.

Tell yourself, even if you were seeing countless bodies on your way here, they were just the worst of luck.

"Oh, speaking of..."

Now Toros stops his hand and wrinkles between his brows.

"What's the matter now?"

"Sure, when I made it yesterday, there wasn't much water left."

"No, you did... should I get it?

"If you're going to boil, I think you're going to need a lot of water, and I think you should go"

"Rikai. Then I'll go away."

Outside the settlements there are rivers flowing...... but basically they are not used for drinking water.

Although wells were also installed, no one wanted to use them because a few demonic bodies had fallen inside.

So in order to get drinking water, we need to head to the rally point and get it from Negas's mother, who can use the magic of water attributes.

When Zeion took his seat and was alone with Toros and Sairel, the conversation broke off.

Originally, the two of them are almost unconnected just because Zeion is a common friend.

Somewhere dark Toros and a naive sailor - honestly, I couldn't say the two of them went so well together.

Sharp and only the sound of even peeling the taro peel sounds.

Five minutes later, when the concentration was interrupted, Sairel woke up on the table with a knife, looking up to heaven and exhaling "Phew" and the painful air in his lungs.

Then Toros stands up with the knife.

Then he circled the table and put a knife blade on the neck muscle of Sairel, who was sitting in the front.

"Huh...?

Stunning sairel.

Even now that I feel cold in my neck, I still didn't understand what was going on.

"Stand."

"Wait, Toros. Suddenly what..."

"I'm saying stand up, can't you hear me? Whatever you want, you can keep killing me."

"Hih..."

He meant it.

Sairel, who understands it from the tone of the word, rises as he is told.

He stepped back with the knife poked at him as it was, and was immediately driven to the corner of the room.

With a frightened look, she greets Toros' complexion with tears in her eyes.

"Take it off"

He speaks out cold.

So, Sairel understood what he was about to be done.

I didn't want to be killed.

But more than that, I didn't want to get dirty.

The world today is so light in life that it dies of a few things.

And the weight of dignity hasn't changed.

Then I made an instant choice that I should take the latter.

Sailell's arm moves quickly and grabs the hand holding the knife.

I twisted that wrist outwards and tried to hold it down with my legs at the same time - Toros' arm strength was strong and frightening.

In motor nerves, the sailer should be up there.

She glanced at Toros that he had such power, if only he had something heavier even during evacuation.

But he never moves into his gaze, shaking his arms off to a calm deposition, slashing and tearing the sleeves of his clothes with a knife.

Sairel thought I'd at least curse him with a motherfucker as a resistance.

But when I saw that look, I lost my mind about that, too.

"I didn't want to do anything rough."

No pieces of lust, cold face.

For the first time at this time, Sairel realized that the purpose of Toros was not to offend himself.

Either way, I'm not too busy. I'm sure I'll see you in the eye.

◇ ◇ ◇

Zeion, who came back with water, asked Toros first.

"Hey, Toros, where's Sairel?

He said he was going to wash his hands.

"Right..."

For the toilet's sake, Zeion worries that the peeling doesn't seem to have progressed - but that it has collapsed even in physical condition.

But I guess the fact that Toros is calm didn't show those barebacks.

When he places a bucket with water in the kitchen, he removes the vessel from the shelf and puts in the skinned potatoes.

And with the water I had just brought, I washed it one at a time.

While I was at Demon King Castle, I was eating a meal made by Diza, but he also has about the experience of self-catering.

Seatum was delighted when he behaved hand-cooked, and taught her to cook clumsily.

This is how cooking brings back memories of that time, even though I don't like it.

I didn't think about anything then.

I just thought I'd stay with you for the time being, make a deal for the time being, and accompany you for the time being.

"... shit"

Hilarious, Deaza's face.

All happy memories, he ruins them.

When I grabbed the potato so as to bump my anger, Yasurigata crumbled.

"Yabe..."

When I waste my food, Sairel pisses me off.

But she hasn't come back yet.

It's a long time to wash your hands, anything is unusual.

Zeion wiped his hands with a cloth towel, leaving the room without telling Toros anything, and for now headed to the bathroom.

The lights aren't on.

Knock.

No reply.

"Sairel, are you there?

Even if you speak up, the response is nasi.

Grasp the door knob and open it with an apology.

... There was no one there.

A tickling chill runs through my spine.

Zion, who rushed back to the dining room, asked Toros with a burning seeping look.

"Did Sairel really just go to the bathroom?!?

"That's what he said."

"Didn't you sound like you were out there?

"Yeah, you didn't hear me"

Obviously unnatural.

But for Zeion, Toros is also a trustworthy subject.

Without even questioning it, I first considered 'the possibility of being exposed to Kimyra'.

"Chip, why indoors... but we might still make it. Toros, can I ask you to look for him in the settlement? I'll find the neighborhood."

"He's gone?

"That's what you're saying when you weren't in the bathroom!

Setting aside Toros, who pretended to be confused, Zeion immediately left the house.

Then fly in the sky and look for Kimyra who took her in the surrounding area.

Toros, left alone,

"It's not really the same, has it?"

With a faceless face, he shrugged so.

◇ ◇ ◇

Thereafter, for several hours, Zeion continued to look for Sairel, but in the end he never found it.

Coming back, he tells it to the demons in the assembly hall with a heavy look.

A shock ran to everyone.

Some of them even felt ill and cursed.

Only then did the brightness of the sailer support everyone's hearts.

And Zeion, who told only what was going on, went out looking for her again.

"Oh no, Sairel is into that..."

Grouse, who listened, held his fist and revealed his remorse.

Zeion didn't make it clear, but it was definitely Kimaira who did it - because I could deduce.

Fortunately, my daughter, Leiris, is still asleep.

But when you wake up, if you tell them the fact that Sairel's gone, you'll feel even worse.

Nevertheless, there's no way I won't tell him - as he was haunting his head about what was going on, the risen Sarsia approached him from behind and put her hand on his shoulder.

"You, we need to talk"

Unemotional voice I've never heard.

Grouse leaves the assembly area, taken by Sursia as if she were a ghost.

The destination she took me to was one of a number of private houses to build.

When Sarsia sits in her chair in the living room of the house, she urges Grouse to sit in the seat opposite her.

She began the conversation in a still creepy tone, approaching him confused as to whether he could leave the assembly hall on his own.

"Do you remember when you met me?

Suddenly, what's wrong?

"Do you remember?

If you don't answer, you won't be able to move on, Sarsia repeatedly asks.

Pushed by its unusual atmosphere, Grouse answers in confusion.

"Oh, I remember. But you were bullied by a student who went to the same school."

Sarsia, who had been weak for a long time, was often bullied by her generation of demons.

Few demons themselves go into such acts in the first place, but they are not at all.

"Yes, you've helped. That's how I met Mr. Grouse."

Until before the child was born, she called herself “Mr. Grouse”.

To his nostalgic calling, he puts his head to shame.

"Then you got to interact more than once, have kids, and we're getting married"

"It's been tough convincing my parents."

I was telling her I was dating, but I guess I didn't think I could have kids all of a sudden.

But at the time, it was easier for my parents to persuade me than I had imagined, thanks to Grouse and his generation of demons marrying for having more than one person, a child.

Of course, there's no doubt that Grouse, who was still young, was scolded so badly that he caged Sarsia, so weak that he didn't know if he could have children.

"It's been a while since I had Toros and it's been hard for me to get sick too, but thanks to Mr. Grouse's support, I was able to raise him nicely"

"I'm not the only one. Thanks to everyone around you for your help."

Of course, my parents cooperated.

For whatever reason, there are no grandparents who are not happy with their first grandchildren.

"But what's wrong with that? He said it was important..."

"This is where it's important."

Grouse was immersed in memorabilia, while he remembered a good possible anxiety.

I wonder why Cercia doesn't laugh at all, even if she remembers a happy past.

And I wonder why he remains faceless, like he died.

Pray even in my heart that something bad happens, that such a strong feeling is my fault.

But he soon found out that such a thing was in vain.

"When I first met you, you weren't a virgin, were you?"

"Hey, what all of a sudden? No, I sure did...!

"It was when I was fifteen. It was about six months after I started attending that school."

"Uh, when I say fifteen, it was before you met me. What's Sook, Mr. Diza's?

"Yes, that's the first time I've had Deaza bless me"

Grouse puts his neck to the religious dictum of blessing.

In response to him like that, Sercia repeated words of the same meaning again.

"For the first time, I've been offended by Deaza."

"... Huh?

Out of the question.

Sure, Sarcia wasn't a virgin, and she was used to it (...).

I have also cared who she had a relationship with, who is weak and dear.

But - it's about the past.

Grouse likes Circia right now, so I didn't think anything more.

"In school, I said bless Deaza to be offended. Only some women have been chosen, and all have dedicated themselves to Deatha with the aim of receiving blessings -"

"Wait! Wait!? Sorry, just... I don't know what that means. Diza fucked you? Blessings? That's what was happening in that place!?

"Rather, because it was the place for it"

"Isn't that weird? Ugh!? Did someone not stop you? Didn't anyone notice?!? In the first place, fifteen... you're not even old enough to have kids...!

Demons grow slower than humans.

Although there are individual differences in appearance growth, it never matures until a child is at least fifteen years old.

Even such a young child, Deaza had her hands on it.

Everything - just to give birth to a child who draws his own blood, and more handkerchiefs that can be manipulated conveniently.

"So did my mother, so I was taken by my mother to live in that place. And then again and again, I am blessed by Deaza."

"Stop..."

"When it's time to get pregnant, you'll be told to move on to the next phase, just like the rest of the kids"

"Please don't... eh"

"You have to realize that the child you're about to give birth to is that other child, so instead, you're looking for a man who will be your father."

"Please, already...!

"I was chosen by my opponent because people seem good and deceitful...... Mr. Grouse, in you"

"Please don't. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Gun! and Grouse's fist slapped the table.

It's not until you protect me from bullying that I see him so far as Cercia makes his emotions squirm.

I remember, I was happy, I smiled only for a moment, and immediately went back to being faceless.

"Don't be ridiculous... that can't be true... please, tell me it's a lie"

"It's true."

"Tell me it's a lie, Sarsia!

"It's all true. So those who were bullying me then were just doing so on orders from Deaza. As I thought, you protected me, and you became attracted to me moving exactly like Deaza's script."

"Impossible... Impossible, impossible, that's not true. Ahhh!

"There it is. So I'm sure you've already guessed..."

She whispers faintly.

"Toros is not your child. Deaza and I are children."

Like stopping the root of your breath.

In fact, Grouse even forgot to breathe and stared at Cercia with his mouth half-opened.

That's only for a few seconds, but it seems like forever to him.

After getting over it, Grouse, who had lost his strength from his body, knelt on the floor and nodded.

"... ridiculous"

"It's an indisputable fact."

"How did you get that out now...?

Tearful Shizuku clings to his cheek, falls off his chin, and wets the floor.

Grouse's vision gradually blurred as he watched a drop staining the wood.

But it doesn't keep me warm until I hear it.

Someone who suddenly walks into the room speaks out in a voice as unemotional as Sarsia.

'Cause it was a good time.'

When Grouse raised his face, there he was a son - no, it was a son, Toros stood.

"Don't be sad, your unconnected father. I've known that for a long time."

"What... because?

"And I've been proud of that. I'm glad I was born with that great Deaza's blood, from the bottom of my heart."

Grouse eating up his teeth.

But he couldn't tell if the emotions that were coming up were anger or sadness.

"Gu, ahhhhhhhhh!

Just scream.

Because if I didn't spit out my emotions without a place to go, it was going to burst.

"Ahhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh... ahhh..."

And when you run out of all the air in your lungs, you're engulfed in uninterrupted nothingness.

Since I met Sarcia, I've been wondering what the hell it was up to today.

Wanting her to be happy, she has supported her weak body.

Wanting me to be happy, I've adored my beloved son.

Both, however, were solidified by lies.

I'm not saying it was for nothing.

But everything, it makes me look stupid.

Honestly, what the hell was my life like when I seriously lived it?

"Did you also know that you were connected to Disa... and that the world would be like this?

When asked in a powerless voice, Sarsia replied clearly, "Of course it is".

And Toros adds:

"By the way, I'm the one who did Mr. Sailell. We can use restorative magic, because she was in the way."

"For that reason... for that, crappy reason, don't take your life... life is important because I would have taught Toros!?

"I'm sorry, Dad. But my father wasn't my real father, so it didn't sound like he was in my heart."

Grouse broke his chest so much that he thought his heart had been crushed by the words.

He opens his mouth wide, tries to scream but doesn't even speak, closes his eyes, bites his lips and grips the chest of his clothes.

The caged arm of strength was trembling with grief.

"Mother, I think it's time."

"Right, let's do that"

Sarsia nods, getting up.

Grouse opened his eyes again as the chair's feet rubbed the floor and reacted to the sound.

In the sight seeping into tears, the two faces pictured blurry - red.

The puke, the spit of blood, flowed through his jaw and defiled his chest.

"... oh well"

That, for Grouse, might have been a little salvation.

I have a better excuse (...) to be killed in terms of the meat of the monster, swirling, than to be killed in the face of the demon tribe.

They were already dead and replaced by something else.

Yes, it must be.

Otherwise...

"Please die, Mr. Grouse"

- Because a nightmare like this can't be real.

Sercia's unleashed spiral bullet pierces Grouse's chest.

Falling back as it was, he never moved again.

Looking just a little at the red and wet clothes with seeping blood, Toros turns his back on his father's flesh.

"Mother, aren't you going?

When asked that, Sarsia did not reply.

However, he stares at his own husband as he spits blood out of the spiral.

"... Fair enough"

Toros didn't wait for her and went outside.

◇ ◇ ◇

Zeion was looking for Sairel and flying south of Near Sereid.

But I can't even find a trace.

Zeion turned to Niacelaid in an attempt to find another direction.

"hey... what the heck is this!?

In the smoke rising high above heaven, a rally point that is being engulfed by flames.

In unexpected circumstances, he returned to the settlement at a rapid pace and stepped down to the ground.

There's no way the people inside are evacuating, it's obviously unusual.

I also thought about using the water that was stored inside the private house, but I don't care what I think, it's not enough.

Looking for other ways to run around the settlement,

"Oh, I'm back"

Toros, standing in front of the rally, greeted him with a smile.

"Toros, what's going on..."

It was a zion rushing over with a bright voice, but I look at his chest and tone it down.

My clothes are wet with blood.

Plus the look of it laughing plainly even before the flames - the stopping Zeion glanced at Toros.

"What happened to the people inside?"

"I'll stay inside, I blocked the exit, so why not? Oh, by the way, it's not gonna open easily, is it?

Giri...... and Zeion give a toothpick.

Still contained the passion and asked Toros.

"Did you burn it, Toros?"

"Ugh."

He says it all innocently, letting the end of the story jump.

Thoros is also a user of fire attributes, even though he is inferior to Zeion.

As much as burning a building, there won't be any construction.

But what means did it have of locking up people inside?

Originally, he uses forces he can't hold - the phenomenon had Zeion in mind.

"Oh my god, you used the core!?

"Heh heh, yeah. It's quick and helpful, Zeion."

The laughing Toros face gets warped.

The twisted, disfigured face, both in position and shape, will eventually stain red and spiral out blood.

"How could you... No, well, you did. You believe in Diza, too."

"Exactly."

"Since when"

"From the beginning (...). Deaza told me to be my friend"

That was Deaza's usual means.

Easier to control, not only by hand pawns, but also by creating relationships around them.

It is like, so to speak, a lower preparation for brainwashing.

By bringing Toros closer to Zion, Diza tried to add Zion herself to her pawn.

But - as Diza herself said, Zeion didn't work as well as she thought.

Instead of moving as I thought, it interrupted my brainwashing of Seatum.

"I heard that. Zeion said he knew that the person who went to that school was Deaza's pawn."

Zeion depresses the correlation with "Oh".

If you look at the look on the face of the chaser pointed at you, you know about that.

"Then why didn't you doubt me?

Dare to ask, Toros, with the same trick as before.

'Cause we're friends.'

Zion to answer that instantly.

Toros laughed as he blew out.

"Pfft, are you a friend? Then maybe you're still suddenly not hitting me because you think I'm your friend?

"That's right. With your help, you might find a way to turn it off."

You can't put out a flame with a flame.

I mean, neither Zeion nor Toros had the means to put that flame out.

But the two of us might be able to solve it in a way that doesn't rely on magic.

Zeion is serious, and he's betting on that hope.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!

But Toros laughs at him like that.

I wonder, suddenly the pulsation of the vortex stops and I say it out in a low voice.

"I hated that part of you."

Zeion was silent and heard his words.

"You've been nice to others for a long time, knowing you're in the advantage, right? Deaza said, 'That's a lump of intent and humility, disguised as a good man'. Absolutely right. Zeion always looks down on me. That's why you treated me so mercifully!

That was the kind of personality that made Diza give up Toros to Zeion.

He would have saved poor Toros.

"The days I spent as friends with you like that were already painful, even though Deaza ordered it! The worse the tachi, the more power they bless. No matter how hard you try, you won't get it. Has rare attributes. There was no way I could beat you, who had the power of darkness and flame at the same time, and the gift of magic."

A spiral blows blood to match the emotions that are vomited.

Seeing that ugly look, it should be noted that Zeion does not move.

"So is character, so does appearance. Whatever your nature, your face is good and you can be nice to others, you were greatly admired. Even Seatum, that's how you got close with your intentions, isn't it? I can't, a man with a good face and talent used his hands like that. Come on! How honest you've fallen in love, you're not winning!

The jealousy is probably serious.

Toros has lived with such darkness in the depths of his temperate and gentle heart.

It's not limited to him.

Demons and humans, everyone has the darkness of their hands.

"The inferiority in me grew bigger every day. I'm sure you won't understand the pain of this wall you'll never be able to cross, next door in the face of your friends. But, but, but, but heh! It's over today, too! I've been looking forward to seeing Master Origin nauseated since she came back to life! The moment will come when I can cross you!

Toros' voice echoed as the burning flames could play patchy.

Discharge of jealousy that is too honest.

In response, the words uttered by Zeion were:

"Right."

It was just one word.

"... is that right?

Flashing Toros.

He said he revealed everything he's been accumulating - it's just, I can't believe that's all.

"How... how can it be so, so easy to flush!

"What, you wanted me to be angry? Or did you want me to laugh? I'm sorry, but I can't live up to either expectation."

"What?

"Ha... so that means you're expecting something like that, proof that you think you're my friend, right?

I want you to hate me, I want you to be disappointed - I hope so, because Toros himself hasn't cut off his untrained to Zeion.

He was spotted, and he was obviously a wolf.

"Chi, no... I... yes, I did Cerel!?

"I did, what?

"I embedded the core. She's not coming home anymore! Too bad I'm killing my friends, it's too late!

"Why didn't you kill him?

"... to?

To Zion's simple question, Toros returned a dumb voice.

"You were in the way because you could use restorative magic, weren't you? But then why didn't you kill him on the spot? No, I didn't. I couldn't kill him."

"If they embed the core, it's the same thing!

"Maybe we'll survive, right?

He knows the real example.

A girl named Ink.

She held her life together in the unscrupulous way of transplanting another human heart while her heart was replaced with a core.

The effect still prevents me from letting go of my medication, but I still live properly.

Then there might be a way to help if you didn't lose the demon heart and just got the core embedded.

That's what Zeion was thinking.

"You left a possibility. I was scared, I would totally kill you. That's not all. Why didn't you kill me right away? I'm not even reporting it to my people!

"Well, that's... because I wanted to kill him with my own hands..."

"Then you can do it right. Even the people in the assembly hall do, you don't have to burn the outside one way or the other, you should light a fire inside. It's all, like, really trying to refuse to kill me, but it's turning around."

Toros can no longer argue.

The only fortress he could count on like that was my mother with my father in her hand.

He sees the private house where his father's remains are supposed to be.

Then through its doorway, Sarsia and - walking to support her shoulder, Grouse appeared.

"Mother, do what..."

She is still nagging with her face turned into a swirl of meat.

Turning to Surcia, who says nothing, Grouse answered bitterness.

"I didn't like it... Sarcia, because. So you couldn't kill me."

Her unleashed spiral bullet was exquisitely detaching Grouse's steeple.

The blood flowed, and the wounds were deep, but they were not allowed to die instantly.

When she realized that, of course, Cercia tried to kill Grouse.

But his words stopped him.

"I remember the second time I touched you..."

That was when more than twenty years had passed since the birth of Toros.

Until then, Sercia didn't really like to be touched by people.

Grouse never thought deeply of a reason, but now, the mystery has all been solved.

"The truth is... Didn't you hate it when Diza touched you?

In the first place, if you wanted to be held, you wouldn't say that you were offended (...), etc.

For Sarsia, who is still young, the act of accepting his desires must have been painful.

She wasn't any better at communicating with others than she was before, she would be naked cuddling with a fairly older heterosexual, etc.

It was to be deeply engraved, as a trauma for Sarsia.

"But you accepted me. Leiris was born. That kid's a bloody kid... right?

It was the days spent with Grouse that healed the wound.

No, I haven't been able to say scratches exactly.

I still don't like being touched by others.

But - I wish my husband would.

So much so that, at some point, I really loved him.

When you realize that, there's no way you can kill him anymore.

"You, too, don't like it, Toros. Because... you are my child, Zion, your... friend, what..."

"I am Deaza's child! Whatever you say now doesn't change that!

"No, no! Toros is, I've raised... Ours, it's a child...!

The only thing Toros could no longer count on was the flames that were wrapping up the building.

That mistake, that sin, underpins Diza's identity as a child.

After spotting it, Zeion wonders if he can somehow quell the fire.

With this own flame, which increases the temperature with anger at Disa, who dwelled in her chest, and with feelings for her friends.

"I'm telling you it's too late no matter what anyone says! I'm, I'm already..."

"It's not hot."

"What...?

Magic is the power of thought.

It's not actually that rational, but at least it was for him.

The hotter your heart burns, the more heat you increase.

"Oh yeah, it's not hot. Compared to my fever, the flames must be hot or something."

"Hey, what did you say..."

You don't have to think about difficult rationales like spraying water or taking away oxygen and turning it off.

It was an easy thing to think about.

"There's nothing in my flames that I can't burn down. Then you can't burn that flame. There's no reason. Yikes!

Magic rolls in his hands.

Heat enough to melt down the stars, dwelling in the chest, embodies through magic.

Someone says, it's ridiculous.

So what's up?

Someone says, "You have to do that."

So what's up?

You can do it if you say you can.

- Such unfounded confidence drives Zeion, and his magical powers.

"Upbeat Scarlett! Take it all, yeah, yeah, yeah!

of the extrajudicial spell Illegal Formula, further afield - Zeion brings in almost all of his magic and activates the flaming magic of his greatest power.

A red magic formation rises on the ground so as to surround the assembly area, from which the pillars of flame are launched with a high heaven.

Only for a few seconds had that pillar manifested, which tore through the clouds and stretched high enough to even reach the stars.

But its power, also known as the Transcendental Spell (Ikseed Illegal), further increased its calories - the building succeeded in burning down only the flames that it had wrapped.

"Heh... heh... this is the flame that even burns out the flames...!

Zion sweating on his forehead and kneeling one knee.

Still, there's a grin on his face.

"What do you say... do it, there's nothing you can't do...?

"Really... the fire, it's gone..."

All that remained, though somewhat burnt, was a rally point with the original shape retained.

Perhaps in this way, the people inside are safe too.

Toros is powerless from his body and kneels on both sides of the ground.

"Now you know it's not too late."

"Toros, that's enough. Join us and start over as a family again"

"... I want that, too"

Persuasion in the threesome.

But Toros said this as he shook his shoulders at the throw like he'd given up everything.

"Zeion, father, mother... sorry"

Almost at the same time as the words, the surrounding ground swayed.

Zeion looking back.

Stand still, Feilong-shaped Kimyra.

"This is where it comes from."

You can hear countless chimailla roars from the sky.

The werewolf lion shapes were crossing in, and the number approaching the thirty bodies was simultaneously approaching the nearcelaid.

"Toros...... did you call this!?

"Yeah, think it's not enough yet"

I was going to give it all up from the start. He doesn't know - additions or subtractions.

Naturally, Zeion, who has used up most of his magic, can't beat the Feilong-shape.

Cold sweat conveys his temples in front of the enemy as he walks over to show off his sharp nails.

"Sorry. That's just not possible, is it, Zeion?"

"This is how I can call you... you're the one who's kept Kimyra away from this settlement until now?

"Well, then what do you say?"

"Then you can't give up."

Zeion, don't get bumpy.

You don't bend your resolve in front of enemies you can never win.

I'm not being solitary.

Everywhere he is, he is just piercing him.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

With his flame-wrapped arm, he is beaten to the flying dragon shape.

I jumped up and slapped my fist in its face.

... but they're not even scared.

And Kimyra opened her mouth wide and bit Zeion.

"What wow!

Kick back the enemy's face, dodge the attack.

It was a zion to go on and set up an attack, but the Feilong-shaped quickly swept him away.

Eating a beating by that huge arm on Moro, his body is blown away and slammed against the wall of the building.

The impact destroyed the outer wall and Zeion was buried in the rubble.

"Gu...... uhhhhhh!

Raise your voice and be in the mood for another special attack.

Avoid the force of the spiral that is thrown out of your mouth like a brace and fly an arrow of fire into your open eyes.

Where I flinched, I tried to strike yet another eye, and my tail is slapped.

I crashed into the ground and heard an unpleasant noise from my right arm.

There was no force in it, and it swayed loosely as it hung.

When you stand up with your left arm, you are crushed with your arm from the top of your head at that moment.

I avoided it as I rolled over and looked at the pain in my broken arm.

The other hand looms there.

It can't be avoided.

He is beaten, his guts and brain are shaken hard and blown away.

Are they adding or subtracting, now I just need to roll down the ground.

Stand up with a hazy consciousness.

He beat me there, fell.

Stand up again.

Beaten, fell.

Get up, get beaten, get up, get beaten - repeat that over and over again.

It's like being played as a toy.

The Kimyras flying around also looked like they were watching the game.

"Ah... haha... not yet..."

Both arms are broken.

A few ribs are broken, and my legs are suspicious.

Still, he gets up.

"Toros, make him stop!

"I am Deaza's child. We have to serve Deaza's purpose. Otherwise, there is no point in being. There's no good reason to be in this world."

He repeats so like a Buddha in memory.

Neither the voice of my father, nor the voice of my friends, will reach me.

A flying dragon-shaped nail ripped Tsaion's arm.

Fall in bloodshed.

Still, he gets up.

"Oh, whoa... Whoa, whoa! I'm not giving up. I'm not giving up!

"It's no use, Zeion. There's nothing you can do about it."

"No, not hot like that. No reason exists. Seatum, Sairel, and Toros, I'm all, I'm never gonna give up. Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Gripping fists can no longer even be shaken up.

He's just barking toward a flying dragon-shaped nail that can be swung up the other way, even as he shouts majestically.

It was pointless.

Everyone on the spot gave up, except Zeion.

- Pottori.

In the meantime, something like a droplet falls on Toros' arm.

When I looked at my arms, the red liquid was wetting my skin.

Continued, there was a similar feeling in other areas.

Toros looked up at the sky - at that moment, the lion-shaped head fell directly next to it and blurred.

"Angel,"

He snaps so.

That's what I felt when I saw the flams stretching out countless black arms high above and looking like wings, shattering the Chimairas.

Daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy!

A bursting sound heard late led the gaze of the other demons into the sky.

The grey canvas is coloured with red.

In seconds of things, the empty chimaira is wiped out.

She then stopped the magic of the inversion, descending between the Zion and the Feilong-shaped in a natural fall, and stopped her (...) swinging down nails with her arms.

A total of ten arms stretching from the received arm and even Avismail grab onto Kimyra's body and touch her skin.

And she poured the magic of inversion from all of it into her enemies.

"Death to the Endless." Riversal Parallel Connect. "Huh!

Though not up to ten times as much as is poured from the hand - several times as much magic fills a flying dragon-shaped flesh at once.

Gopaaaa!

At the next moment, the flesh of the ugly, swollen and distorted Feilong burst into abundance, scattering the contents and odors, as well as the fragments of the core.

Even if it was no longer a flying dragon type, it was not even possible to stand for a few seconds before the flam.