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

At night, Gene kept her back on the wall at the corner of the royal castle, looking at the ceiling with her narrowed eyes.

This is near his room, but it's been completely rough in a series of incidents.

Though it was the bodies that were being treated thanks to Henriette and the others, the oxidized black blood was smudging all over them.

Fortunately, the blood is dry, and I don't smell much thanks to the direction the wind flows.

"I thought you cried, and suddenly you went to bed, didn't you? He's a kid too."

I wonder if you're talking about Flam, Gene threw up in a heartfelt abomination.

In his case, there is no such thing as love in those cold words - etc.

I simply don't like her.

"You think it's because you're tired? Ha, I let you live, don't worry if you don't work like that."

Gene doesn't reflect.

I am also convinced that it is almost my power to have been able to destroy Werner here today.

But if it had been him before, it wouldn't have been “almost”.

"Is it true that the ability to invert should be evaluated? Doesn't sound like a compliment, does it? Ha, I think so. I don't seem to be what I am now, so hateful everywhere."

Masochistically laughing Gene.

That's a look I've never seen before.

"But that's the proof that I'm human, don't you think? It's not like them. I use this shell of human beings to make them go beyond the foolish god who denies them. And let the name of this genius Gene Intage be inscribed in history!

He spreads his hands wide and glances gently and declares.

A slightly upward voice sounded vainly into the hallway of the royal castle.

Did you feel it, Gene exhales "Phew," and it hits the wall again too.

"... you say it's a lie? Ha, no. That moment (...) is once in a lifetime for everyone. Neither can I, a genius, predict what lies ahead. I mean, this must be the one called fear. So rather than lying, I'm just mixing up about 10% strength"

Maybe that's a bit of a strength, too.

But even 10% of that Gene made a weak noise.

Very valuable, but I wasn't happy to hear anything else.

"Ah... what I am, and what I am, is naïve before the fulfillment of the plan. It's a disgrace for the rest of your life, as a genius in human history. But fortunately, no one can put this moment on record...... hey, why laugh? With you - no, you're right, you've been so hungry. Everything else is blocked, too."

It's no exaggeration to say Gene made you do that.

But depending on the futile death, it's better.

He is grateful to Gene too.

"I don't know. Why would a man like you obsess with a woman like that?"

It's not just about that, Gene is basically a person who doesn't understand the minds of others - even if he subtracts it, it's a hard psychological thing to understand.

The woman was a traitor.

The woman was a murderer.

The woman was devoid of faith and flatulence.

There's nothing good about it.

If I dare to give it to you, it's about the appearance and the shape that a man is likely to take.

But I'm not stopping you.

That said, Gene laughs greatly.

"That's the one. Because there are fools, geniuses are born. I mean, every elephant but me is a loving fool."

It was his learned truth in a series of incidents related to Origin.

Thanks to him I was only a little gentler to the fool - and he always tells me it looked great, but clearly it was a change to such an extent that it was indistinguishable from the others.

Gene suddenly turned into a worried look, looking up at the ceiling and exhaling "ha" when she wondered if she was in a good mood.

"Oh... it's a little cold in here"

Also narrow your eyes and observe the gray ceiling with a narrowed view.

But his consciousness was not there, although his gaze was upward.

I'm thinking blurry and about the future I'm going to wait for.

"I'd like to leave King's Capital as soon as possible... is that not a shame? Yeah, there's nothing to spare. I have some valuable books, but they're all in my head. What, you don't? I see, is that what you mean? You and I are different. I won't leave memories and memories behind if I do it without darkness."

It's an efficient way of life.

But only a little now, I think there might have been a way of life that wasn't.

It's not like the path you chose was a mistake.

Because geniuses can't go wrong.

But suppose there are two correct answers to the choice.

Either way, if there was a little difference, but a different future.

"... ridiculous"

Gene shakes his head, slashes his sentiments and throws them away.

"What do we do, talk a little more - no, that's it. I got in the way."

Cuts, cuts, cuts, and footsteps approach.

Every time the distance shrunk, the red twin tail swayed.

In other words, sharp eyes capture Gene's appearance.

"I wonder where you are, you were in a place like this"

"Otilier, what can I do for you? If it's for chores, say no."

I took the lead, precisely because earlier, it was used for chores.

I reluctantly obeyed Reetus because he threatened me, but I wasn't going to do it again.

"I'm not going to ask you to do this anymore, it's killing me. The leaks frighten the evacuees. It's just that a girl named Saila was worried you might be hurt, so she just came by to check."

"Is that the kid? You're underestimated. A genius who can make a name for himself in this universe, Gene Intage should get hurt in that level of battle, and more!

"Yes, yes, I get it. You're intact. But for once, you should see him, he's leaving tomorrow morning, right?

Still Flam stays asleep, but he'll wake up just in the morning.

We'll leave as soon as we do.

We don't have much time left, but we haven't collected the pieces we need yet.

"I'm saying it's not necessary... they're trouble everywhere"

Sighing deliberately, Gene follows Otilier.

At the end of the day he turned around only for a moment, but only with the wind blowing, there was no one there anymore.

◇ ◇ ◇

Saila laughed bitterly when Gene's examination was over.

"You look amazingly healthy, are you sure you fought with Oi?

"If you use my brain, you won't be able to make anything like it."

"You're not sure if you're an asshole or a genius."

"What is it, kid? You're an asshole about me!

"Genius, don't make a scene because genius is fine! You're asleep, too!

It wasn't a shallow sleep enough to wake up to this extent, but apart from that it was simply loud.

But it's Gene's last check up.

The seriously injured also managed to connect their lives and completed the healing of minor injuries.

It's completely dark outside, but this is the end of Saila's job.

"You're annoying"

Negas hugs Saila directly from the front.

Then she left only the blonde hair on the back of her head, and Sarah's head was buried in her busty chest.

"Gurujitsu"

"Oh, I'm sorry, you've overdone it."

"But you don't hate being hugged."

"That was good. Wow!

That said, Negas buries Saila in her chest again.

Tina and the others, who had watched as Sarah grew up in the same church, watched in a complicated mood.

"I can't believe that Saila is having such a relationship with the Demons... and the women."

"We demons are surprised, too. Sure, I don't hate humans, but I can't believe I'm getting caught up in that quote."

Zeion said as he moved next to Tina.

"You're a handyman..."

"You're not wrong, are you?

Tina's cheek hits on Zeion's relentless rhetoric.

I haven't told her exactly where I have a physical relationship, but if I ask, will the nuns be graduated?

"That might be true. But... whether it was good for the two of us or not, I guess we're gonna need it anyway."

"For the future of humans and demons, huh?

Tina nodded.

From now on - that is, after we defeat Origin.

The kingdom will be worn out, the demonic realm will also be devastated, and reconstruction will be difficult if we do not put our hands together.

"Without Origin, we don't have to distance ourselves from humans."

"Oh, really?

"That's right. Without that, everything would be settled."

"I mean, maybe there will come a day when it's normal for demons to live in the kingdom"

"The opposite would be possible. Even then, it is difficult to change the values that have been stained. That's going to be a temperamental job."

"It's like you do it."

That's what they point out, and Zeion somehow comes up with an awkward look like that.

He turned away, no heart or red cheeks.

"Why are you shy?

"I've got a lot going on here."

In short, when I married Sheetum, the Demon King, I became paranoid that I would be involved in such politics as well -.

But that and all of this is the first time I've ever been able to defeat Origin.

Speaking of which, you're going to take down Origin.

Tina asks, not looking at Zeion, but looking at Saila.

"Oh, what's wrong with that?

"Honestly...... you think you can win?

When it comes to nuns, human beings, now behaving in a temperament to support the evacuees, should be so anxious that Tina wants to cry, just like the rest of us.

To her, Zeion answered sayingly:

"Ha, you've decided to win"

"You're confident."

"That's not true."

"... there isn't?

"Hey, you know what? But you win, we do. Whatever it takes to win and get Seatum back, that's all I can think about."

Tina is taken aback by the fever of the Zeion, which makes her say yes or no.

The next moment, she laughed unexpectedly and said, shaking her shoulders.

"Heh heh, you are so hot. He's got a collar."

"It doesn't matter what the collar is."

"No, I do. That's making it hotter and bitter, shouldn't we?

"I've been told a lot, but I'm not going to stop."

When I was just a young girl, I told Seatum, 'Cool!' It's a habit that's been going on ever since I was told.

Now she's totally forgotten too and says whatever she wants on Zeon's collar, but including that exchange, he was going to go on with it for the rest of his life.

"Whatever your outfit is, you have to learn how to be foolish."

"Oh, and finally, apprentice the outfit. I can't help thinking about when I lost. Imagine a bright future, and you'll feel a little better."

When Zeion showed his teeth and laughed, Tina was also caught and laughed.

From behind those two, a certain man speaks.

"Nice, that. I want to be an apprentice, too."

It was a confident offering, blonde male figure who came into the sight of a turned Zeion.

From the atmosphere, he only looked like one of the refugees.

"You are... a face I've seen somewhere"

"Slough, for once, is the king."

"... Ah, speaking of which, you did. Sorry, I didn't know I was dressed too differently then"

I was aware of the presence of a man who was turning his voice to the evacuees, but I didn't know that was the king - he was completely different once at the time of the talks, but his clothes changed and his hair wasn't set.

Most importantly, the atmosphere surrounding him is that of the average person.

"You don't see it, do you? I know, I'm aware of that too."

"No... we're similar"

Because the Demon King is that Seatoom.

It's worse than Slough.

"That's right. But they just made me king as a figurine, so I can't do anything like a king."

Slough laughs bitterly as he heads at his lack of confidence.

But Tina immediately denied his words.

"That's not true, my king. How many people were braved by your words and deeds!

"No, really, it's not a big deal. Tina helped me."

Slough's low self-esteem is something he can't help but think about how he's been treated so far.

But the feat of touring the shelter with the Eelas until he endangered himself and reassured the people is greater than he thinks.

Aside from his ability as king, Slough does more work than nobles and ministers who don't even know where he fled.

"Hmm, I pinched it in my little ear a little bit, but Mr. Zeion was the Demon King...... I mean, Mr. Sheetum, was it? And are you dating?

"Oh, you were such an important person? What am I supposed to do? I've been talking to you normally."

"Don't worry, I don't like being tough. And it's not like we're dating, it's just childhood taming at the moment. So, what's wrong with that?

"Hey, if that's the kind of relationship, I was wondering if I should just say hi for the future."

In short - he wants to make a connection for his future relationship.

Is that what you're gonna do at a time like this? Though it seems, there are rarely opportunities to talk to Zeion, a demon clan, etc.

"I see, is that what you mean? Sure, we could get along a long time after the fight."

"If I'm not better off, though. I don't know if the nobles of the kingdom will recognize me as king."

"I'll back you up. I'd rather be humble as you than be named king by some weird bastard."

"I don't know if I'm being complimented... but I appreciate that, seriously"

Zeion himself didn't mean to compliment him, but it's not a lie that he can be trusted.

People who are not so-called statesman-type people, but who are weirdly not obsessed with profits, are more useful in these emergencies.

"Me, fighting and all that is refreshing, it really doesn't help at all, but I'm rooting for Mr. Zeion and the others. Seriously, good luck."

"Oh, thanks. Why don't you tell Flam that word later, too? He's the main player."

"Mm-hmm... to Mr. Fram..."

Slough looks away awkwardly.

"Is that also why you can't tell me?

"Somehow, in the battle with Childrens, I got protected, but I was kind of on track when the castle was catching me, and I was confused... so I couldn't do anything about it, so it's a little awkward"

I didn't avenge my gratitude, but I had a sense that it was a thin affair.

Nothing could have been done where it moved.

"I don't know. You're gonna be okay, I don't think Flam cares, okay?

"Well, that's fine. hahaha......"

He's pretty sorry, and Zeion kept his expression from floating when he said it.

If you do want to do it as a king, you may need to be just a little more confident in yourself.

Though it may be harsh to point that out to him, who loses his mother, and behaves incapably and brightly.

"Isn't that why I called you?

Zeion's vision shows Eela inviting this one.

"Oh, really. Excuse me, let me go."

That's what I'm left to say, Slough rushing to get closer to Eela.

Then I saw him, and Zeion shrugged.

"You're so laid on your ass."

"He was a senior when he worked for the guild."

"Did the king work for the guild? Oh, my God."

"Until recently, I didn't know you were drawing royal blood. Really? So I usually lived in the West End."

"Is that why you seem so common? I see. I got a point."

It's more of a commoner itself than a commoner.

Originally, royalty and I grow up with quite a bit of education from an early age.

But I should also say to Slough, who didn't have it, the elegance on his body stained nose - there's no such thing.

Probably from now on, no matter what he goes through, he won't get it.

That's what staining is all about.

But Zeion doesn't think that's a bad thing.

"A common king or a catchy phrase for evil."

Zeion put his arms together and turned the eye of anticipation to Slough's back.

◇ ◇ ◇

Three hours after the date changed.

Late in the night when everyone was asleep, Flam woke up.

I remember until I slept to fall in the royal castle, but at some point, someone seemed to put a sheet on me.

Wake up your upper body and look around you, they're all sleeping in miscellaneous fish in a free position.

The floor was stiff and hard to sleep on, and some roared "ugh," hitting him firmly on the back of his sleep.

But Tsaion is sumptuously large in appearance that he doesn't care about his comfort or anything, and he sleeps peacefully with Neigus's chest as a pillow when he's in Saila.

He had a blissful look with his mouth half-opened, even though the hugging Negas would be heavy.

Flam is about to erupt unexpectedly into the voice he heard, "Uh-huh..."

But there are people who are not as visible as the two of us.

Even if Gene sleeps in his room, where has Henriette gone?

Care for the refugees, Otilier and Slough are also sleeping in this room, but it's hard to imagine she's the only one resting in her own room.

Out of the hall, Fram wandered through the castle looking for her after a walk.

Walk even a long corridor laid with red carpets, relying only on the slight lights that plug through the windows.

A royal castle with no sign of a person is nasty.

In the long hallway, only the footsteps of the flam continue to sound.

And she stopped and saw the view outside.

The King's capital, which is not inhabited by man, is covered in the night and barely sees anything.

It won't be something inside, such as a sight that just disappoints me to watch.

"I wonder how long it will take for the Wang capital to rebuild..."

Flam shrugged.

Five or ten years?

No, if the Demons work together and use magic to proceed with reconstruction, we might be able to see it in about three years.

That's it, I don't know if anyone is obsessed with this tragic king's capital - but if I may, I want that buzz back one day.

This isn't home to Flam, but now I miss that hot, bitter view of Central Avenue that was a mess in people.

At the time - at best a few months ago - someone's footsteps echo in the hallway as he narrows his eyes and looks out the window as he remembers.

Henriette, who appeared in the back, looked at Flam with a little surprise.

"If you think of someone. Were you awake already?"

"Just now."

Henriette walking over to Flam.

Just because someone else exists, the atmosphere in the hallway brightens up at once.

"What were you looking at?

She stood next to the flam and hesitated.

He said, "I was watching, I was remembering my old king's capital."

"Were you nostalgic? That's surprising."

"Why are you surprised?"

"You haven't been in a busy spot since you came to Wang Du, have you? That's why I thought you hated the King's Capital."

He left his hometown, joined that giddy party, was sold as a slave and, although he managed to survive, was caught up in the fight against Origin.

Sure, I haven't caught a busy eye.

"It's not that the king's capital is bad in itself, it's because of those asshole glasses and calling himself God."

"Ha, if you ask me, yeah"

"And then I met Milkit. I think that's about as positive as deducting everything."

"Love."

"It's love."

The two laughed couscous as they looked at each other in the face.

"Speaking of which - what happened to everyone's body?

"Oh... for now Childrens' bodies are recovered and rested in the royal castle"

"Thank you"

"Naturally. Instead, I must apologize for disturbing the sleep of the dead more"

"Maybe you feel responsible because Werner is one of your own people?

"It wasn't well managed. Needless to say, this is my responsibility."

"Huh," Flam exhaled loudly.

Well, I knew this would happen.

"No... maybe I'm not feeling responsible"

"What do you mean?

"I want to shoulder my responsibilities. That's how I try to lighten my consciousness of sin"

For Henriette, Hermann and Werner are companions who have fought together for years.

I didn't know that would cost us our lives fighting each other.

Come to think of it, it was natural for her to break her heart.

"Herman sleeps with his family. Werner is going to make you a grave. Perhaps we should not by nature equally mourn sinners and victims. But if I don't, I'm not going to stand for it."

It's not just the two men.

Whenever the people of the King's capital are concerned with the evacuees who lost their lives in the royal castle following Werner's attack, Henriette's consciousness of the sin of 'failing to protect' falls on them.

That's what it means to be at the top of the Royal Army.

No matter how strong your heart may be, it is not so easily bearable.

"... I'm sorry, you sound like a fool. Flam, you're in a tough position, too."

"No, if that makes you feel any better, I'll ask you as much."

"I'm really sorry I just relied on you, but I'm sorry I did something terrible."

"Terrible thing...... oh is that it"

Henriette has seen Fram's blood and fallen into a state of extreme excitement.

You still seem to regret that.

"I need to be told. I forgot, me. But there was nothing in this battle."

"If you had licked Otilier's blood from the beginning, you wouldn't have had a seizure, maybe that effect is getting bigger now"

"Because the relationship has deepened, is it?

"Yes, is it? If so, we have to thank Otilier."

Apparently, the two of you are getting along well.

Flam smiles too.

I hope this keeps the people around me from getting caught up in Otilier's rampage - hopefully.

"Well, if it's not time to go back, Otilier might wake up. What about Flam?

"I am going to see Mr. Hellman. Because I want to thank you for the sword."

"That's good, I'm sure he'll be happy too"

That said, laughing lonely, Henriette went back to the hall.

Dropping off that back that looks a little smaller, Flam goes outside.

With a cold night breeze, Flam reaches Herman's grave, relying on the flaming light burned over his palm.

There, a sword was protruded that he thought he had made in the past, and the blade was engraved with the family's name.

Herman's own name was also engraved on the edge of the blade, but the handwriting is different from the other letters.

Probably what Henriette added.

When Flam stands in front of the sword, he crouches in.

And stared at the name engraved on the blade, eating up his teeth.

"I feel the mindless of the dead"

Rietus said softly beside the flam.

"So the Hermans are still here?

"No, you won't be in this world anymore. But some of the emotions reside here, in your sword."

"Oh...... that, I think I know. When I'm here, my chest is tightened and it gets painful. Anger, resentment, that sort of thing is swirling."

And those emotions follow the flam.

Make sure you kill him, Origin.

She bit her lips and grabbed the cloth around her own chest.

"Thank you, Herman. I did receive your thoughts. I will surely defeat Origin with this sword, and I will clear everyone's minds."

Flam's determination that has been repeated over and over again.

That grows big and strong, taking in numerous thoughts every time it goes over and over.

If Origin refuses to exist and asks for “pieces" everywhere, then people have to use their connections with others as a weapon to confront them.

◇ ◇ ◇

The next morning, when another sleeping flam woke up, Saila's face was filling her vision.

"Good morning, Oi."

Saila laughs like the sun at this.

Though surprised only for a moment, Flam also smiles immediately and returns "Good Morning".

Negas is jealous, but I pretended not to look.

"We don't have time for this. We'll leave as soon as we get some rest."

"Gene, it looks like I didn't see you at night?

"I was just sleeping in my room bed, is there a problem too"

"No, nothing. No."

The one who doesn't read the air anywhere - I also thought I'd be foolish, but in a way the air might have read it.

Had he been in the hall, one or two would have had a troublesome commotion.

"You're looking for Mr. Eterna next, aren't you?

"Yeah, 'cause Milkit's supposed to be acting together, too."

"We also have to deal with a guy named Hugh. As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to see more people in battle."

With disgust, Gene looks at Henriette on the side.

"I'm sorry, me and Otilier have to protect the people here"

Defeating Origin is the top priority, but that's not why you can abandon the people.

If Herman and Werner were alive, they might have been able to crack the force, but it's also impossible for the two of us to stay.

"Don't apologize because it's important too"

"By the way, where did that Otilier go?

"I can't see him."

Negas and Zeion look across the hall, but the red twin rolls are nowhere to be seen.

Then the door opened in momentum and the rumored Otilier appeared.

"Sister!

"What's the matter, didn't you tell me you were going to get food to the warehouse?

"That's right, I looked outside on the way, and there were people there!

I think Flam should first tell Slough, who is king over Henriette - that Slough at the time sees his mouth half-opened in far-flung, just like any other refugee.

"People aren't the dead?

When Leetus asks, Otilier shakes his head vertically.

"Probably part of a group of people who got chased by Hugue on their way to King's Landing."

"Then Milkit too!?

I didn't see her.

"Huh... well. But it means you might know a clue."

"The fact that I've survived outside since then should be pretty draining. I'll pick you up."

With Henriette and Otilier at the head, the Flams went outside the castle.

Take Slough with you, of course.

Then from across the square, a small shadow approaches us about five people.

"That's..."

Seeing the person walking in front of him, Flam accidentally snapped.

A middle-aged man with short hair, carrying a larger shield on his back.

It's Bert Caron, vice president of the Knights of the Church.

When he points this way, the people who have fled with him spring to joy.

There should have been no guarantee in the Wang capital that Henriettes were on the run.

Still, I guess I've walked this far believing in the slightest possibility.

"Burt! I didn't expect you to come."

"To His Majesty the King. His Excellency the General is the one who seems to be well and above all. And... to Fram Apricot, to Gene Intage, to the Demons, nuns. What is this gathering?"

"It would be enough if you only knew that you were on your side, Mr. Burt."

"Then let's do that, we can ask for more information later. Now anyway, can you give them a break?"

The five or so men and women behind Bart are completely depressed.

If we don't give him water and food soon enough, he could fall.

As Henriette tried to guide him into the hall, Flam found the face he saw at the rear of it.

"Mr. Keraina, Halom!

"Fram, you're safe."

"Sister!

Halom saw the flam, and stuck it through his face in its chest.

Flam accepts her with a "whoops" mellow.

"Thank you for your safety."

"Thanks to Eterna for distracting Hugue"

"But sister in the water, that whole stuck disgusting chase, she went somewhere..."

I'm talking about Eterna, I want to think she got away well.

But I shake my head gently and reject the thought that the other person is likely to think - in that Hugue - to the worse.

Absolutely. She's alive.

We should be able to live and meet again with Milkit and the inks.

Fram decided to believe that.

After that, the five men that Bart had brought were led to the hall in the castle.

Then one of the men rushes over and hugs the girl who was there.

Apparently it was a separated family.

Some other people seemed to have reunited with their friends, and Burt laughs contentedly when he sees how it goes.

When Fram approached him like that, he asked:

"Um, Mr. Burt. Weren't there any others?

"Speaking of other things, I wrapped a bandage that was acting with you... Milkit, was it? You mean that girl?

"There is that, and so is Mr. Eterna, and so is the ink"

"I'm sorry, I just caught up later and gathered the people I was scattering. So I haven't even seen the scene where I ran into the captain."

"Really..."

Flam with a dark look.

Then a man approached her, saying hello.

"Hey, are you looking for a bandaged woman?

Low, plundered voice.

Is it from the beginning that you're being crushed, or did that happen while you were on the run?

I have a big beard under my eyes and my eyes are running blood.

"Yes, but do you know anything about it?

We were running away together, but they took us away.

"They?"

Burt whispers in his ear as Flam tilts his neck.

"He seems to be losing a bit of his mind. Listen to me in half."

Some of them would be like that.

Nodded Flam listens to the man again.

"Camyaguysama's sacrifice."

Flam tilting his neck again to a word he's unfamiliar with hearing.

"You know there's a village called Firth all the way east from here?

"I've heard of it"

"That village, hey, was supposed to believe in Originism on the surface, but it's really not. I'm worshipping a god like you."

"That, sacrificed,?

"Yes. They took me along with someone I knew. Those people in that village, that's how they sacrifice the escaped humans and get Camyaguysama to protect them!

It's hard to believe by, but the remorse seeping into the part called 'Someone I know has been taken away' is somewhat vivid.

"They put on weird makeup with blood and repeat words that are going to drive me crazy. Low, as the bottom of your belly trembles, 'On, Me, Gui, Hou'. That's what I'm saying, my body builds up strength, and it's like a strange membrane, so it's wrapped up. When that happens, you won't even be able to touch it. The" realm of God ”protects me and slips through no matter how beaten I get. It's crazy, but it's true. I hit him so many times I was desperate! We fought! Yet... nothing, I couldn't... Ugh...!

The man nodded and held his head.

Flam crouches and tenders its back.

Then he repeated this over and over again like a groan.

"On, me, guy, hoe. On, me, guy, hoe. ON, ME, GUY, HOW"

Burt laughs bitterly and tells Flam.

"I've been in this state many times before I got here. Should I even say a kind of trans state? Anyway, then it's no use talking to him, you should leave him alone"

That being said, Flam makes a troubled look.

There, Gene approached me about what I thought.

He puts his hand on his chin and talks looking down at the grunting man.

"Camyaguysama, you haven't heard that in a long time"

"You know what?

"Oh, I don't even know about a village called Firth. However, the literature remains that there was such a group of people who believed in God a long time ago. He's an evil god."

"Evil God..."

"You're the type who demands sacrifice. In fact, in the time of Tai Chi, many human beings were sacrificed and lost their lives. Besides, he had abducted people from surrounding villages to sacrifice, so he developed into a war and eventually heard that the village itself had been crushed and the faith had been interrupted... did it continue in detail in the countryside village"

What he talks about is in line with the current situation.

If it is true that the Milkits were exposed there, we must go and help them now.

But there is also still the possibility that it is this man's delusion.

Is it okay to move around without time?

I shouldn't have found more definitive information - and worried that

"Whew!?

Suddenly, Flam fell out of balance.

The arm that was rubbing the man's back suddenly lost its support.

"... what is that?"

Bart looks at Flam's right hand, his eyes open.

What he saw was his arm, slipping through a man's body.

Flam, who regained his posture, also stares at the man with a glimpse.

"On, me, guy, hoe. ON, ME, GUY, HOW"

A thin, ritualized red makeup floats on the man's body, and the purple aura wraps around his body and shakes like a blur and flame.

"On, me... gui, ho... uuuu..."

Eventually the man's makeup became a clearer color, and furthermore he groaned painfully.

"Stupid, you think Kamyaguysama's protection and doing is real?

"Mr. Leetus, what does that look like?

To Flam's question, she answers her troubles with a wrinkle on her brow.

"I don't know, at least it doesn't seem to be a spiritual thing"

"I looked at it on the scan, but there's nothing unusual about it."

I mean, it doesn't even look like Origin is interfering.

Flam tries to touch it again, but it still slips through.

Is this' protected by the realm of God '?

Without being able to do anything, watching around me made a difference in the way the man looked.

"Wow, I know, I know, you can't do it with me!? I'm not from Firth!

A man screaming at someone.

But beyond that, there is no one and nothing.

There's just a gray wall.

"But we're not all here anymore. Because you took him, because you took him, and I don't have anything left!

"Oh, please calm down!

Flam calling desperately.

But the man's consciousness is unresponsive, as if he's gone to another world.

What you're seeing is different than what you're hearing.

In addition, he reached forward, screaming in desperate shape, as if to clasp on something.

"So, so - I'll devour you, so you can take me to those guys. Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Sounding man's voice.

Everyone can hear the bell from nowhere as they spit and stare at its appearance.

Shan, shan, shan, shan.

At regular intervals, like carving rhythms, it approached the hall one by one.

And...

Shan, shan, shan, shan.

Swinging sceptre.

The hand holding it was oddly shaped, overlapping the heads of several organisms.

No, it wasn't just the arms, the body in the shape of a person about two meters, everything was made of stacks of the head of an organism.

Reminds me of Hugue's arm, alien.

"Oh... you're here, Kamyaguysama"

The man's face is drawn.

It seemed both delightful and desperate.

"I don't know who, but I won't let you!

In a narrow space that is filled with people, there is no escape from deity eating.

But you don't have to pull out your sword to defeat the enemy in front of you.

The gauntlet envelops the right fist.

Pouring the magic of the inversion, "Phew," he exhaled loudly, and the flam popped forward.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Fong!

A blow all over your body rolling out as you cut the wind.

The protruding fist - slid through Kamyaguysama's body and cut the sky in vain.

"Knock... Shh! Do it! Yeah, yeah, yeah!

Responding with more repetitive punches and kicks still doesn't hit me.

"Flum, I'm coming next. These guys are vulnerable to light and flames!

Continue, the flame emitted by Zeion burns only Kamyaguysama to the pinpoint.

But after all, the opponent moved forward flat, as if the flames were not present there.

"It's not working. It's through, what the hell...!

"This guy can't see a thing by scanning it."

"Normally, a creature would see the status."

That god, who can't handle anything from what, finally gets to the man.

And to his head, he drew his own head closer - his face cracked in two lengthwise.

The contents are black.

Black that does not reflect light.

Black that goes deep everywhere.

The inlet was full of sharp gizzard teeth, with clear mucus pulling the thread.

With that “mouth," he eats a man's head.

"Don't look, everybody, get down on your faces!

The next moment Henriette screams, the top half of the man's head is eaten away.

Next up to the neck, then bite off the shoulder and swallow the fallen arm.

Same goes for the other arm.

He then eats his torso clean as if it were bread, and his feet disappear into his body with one swallow, just like his arms.

And in just a few decades, the man vanished without a trace.

After finishing his meal, Kamyaguysama stood up, pinned his spine and looked back at the wall.

He did not turn a blind eye to the Flams, and went back the way he came, honking a certain tempo of 'Shan, Shan, Shan' and the scepter in his hand.

Keep slipping through the wall and disappearing somewhere.

"This... I can't believe you're kidding me. Origin is enough...!

Flam saw the disappeared wall of Camyaguysama and said so with a trembling voice.

◇ ◇ ◇

I hear noises in the distance.

So far away that I don't know how far away it is.

Ink relied only on it, and kept going in the dark, where he could see nothing, by hand.

Probably (...), this is in the woods.

Did it just rain or the ink feet are soaking and very hard to walk at?

"Ha, ha, ha..."

How long have you been walking alone?

Even, aim for the sounds you hear.

My heart was still weak enough to break, but I didn't have to lose my sanity by believing that there should be Eterna ahead of me.

Thick leaves of weed tear the skin.

I don't even feel pain anymore.

My feet were worn out and my countless carved wounds were painful.

"Huh... Huh... Eterna... Where... Eterna... Huh!

It makes me feel out of place and increases my rate of progress.

Then the hand was used to secure the road, and the ink crashed directly into the trunk of the tree.

"Phew! Ugh... Ugh..."

The face that I hit hard hurts tingly.

More tu, and nosebleeds.

When she wipes it with her arms, she slowly rises and walks out again, supporting her body with her hands.

Relying on the sound - but she no longer knew for herself whether it was true or whether it was a hallucination again.

Two days have already passed since Eterna and I were separated.

Honestly, it's a miracle in itself that she lives this far.

But my strength and my spirit are at their limit now.

"Eterna... I want to see you... where, where are you!? Me... no, alone, this... no...!

A weak voice echoes in the woods.

Then the footsteps approached from behind her,

"Eter...... hmmm!? Ngu, mmm! Uh-huh!

I blocked that mouth forcefully.

That's weird makeup on your face, two men.

Got the ink and another guy takes out the hemp rope and quickly ties his hands and feet.

"Ugh! Mmm, uuuuuuuu!

Screaming, rumbling ink.

The tied man kicked her belly like that.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Did you pass out?

The grown up ink is taken up by a man and taken somewhere.

"On, Me, Gui, Hou"

"On, Me, Gui, Hou"

Heading east is Firth, a village east of Wang Du.

The two men returned to their homeland with strange spells.

◇ ◇ ◇

Dim, giddy, chilly stone-making room.

No decorations, no furniture even, the only sphere hanging from the ceiling illuminates the area.

In that cold, inorganic place, Milkit was there.

On her knee pillow lies the ink that was brought earlier.

Nearly twenty others were being evacuated with the Millkits, or miraculously survived, and people were being pushed into the room wandering nearby.

No one knows where this is.

The humans with red makeup, who have exposed the millkits here, just uttered words that I'm not sure 'on, me, qui, ho' and didn't say anything else.

"Phew... Phew..."

Milkit's breathing is just a little rough.

Though it was good to have been rescued from the ruins that collapsed on Eterna, it did not go unharmed.

Even if the pain in my body pulls off, my body is not feeling back yet.

In that state, Eterna and I wandered through the woods for a few days.

Though I rested in this room for a while and got some health back, I'm not likely to be able to do half my normal strength.

The others are in a similar situation.

Especially since the people put in here before the mill kit, instead of eating, do not seem to have been given decent water either, and sleep on the floor like they are dead.

Looking here reminds me of that barn I met Fram in.

One might say that the evil taste of capturing and locking up innocent humans is similar.

"Your husband..."

If so, would Flam show up from somewhere and help me?

Like then, pull my hand - a milkit that delusions me like that.

I hear from Eterna that she was exposed to Maria, but I'm not even sure what happened from there or if she's alive.

I can't believe Flam could have died. The truth is, there's not going to be as much anxiety as wanting to be mad and screaming and rambling around on this occasion.

The only thing I won't do is I don't even have the energy to go crazy.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Ink wakes up.

To reassure her blind, Mirkit immediately spoke to her.

"Are you okay, Mr. Ink?"

"Milkit......?

"Yes, it's me"

"Here... where...? Something smells like air..."

"I don't know, they brought me here all of a sudden. Nearly twenty others are trapped in their rooms."

When the ink wakes up his body, he searches by hand for Milkit's hand.

Her expression loosened when Milkit, who sensed intent, held the hand of the ink.

"Sorry, I'm a little nervous because Eterna's not here,"

"No, because I'm similar"

"Yeah, well, I haven't even met Fram yet."

"I wandered through the woods, and then I realized I was here."

"... I think it's probably here, underground. The wind is far away, and the smell is like that"

She has a feeling that the visible don't understand.

If you do say so, it doesn't feel the same as on the ground as the smell or the wind that strokes your skin.

"Underground...... I mean, it looks like a ruin here too"

The basement of the kingdom is full of ruins made in the past.

The more it can be used for shelter, the more underground space there is everywhere.

However, depending on the location, the condition and breadth are incorrect.

"I think it's a lot bigger than a shelter"

"Looks like it's gonna be hard to get away."

"Yeah......"

There is only one door with both openings.

Though the men tried to open it many times and hit me, I was not even scared.

Without someone's help, it would be hard to get outside.

The conversation breaks off and Milkit and Ink look up at the void with their shoulders together.

What you two think is what your loved ones look like.

I just want to see you, even.

I don't want many, just enough to be seen in the face.

So, if there is a real God in this world, I want this trivial wish to come true,.

Yes, I strongly hope.

When that time lasted for a while and the drowsiness gradually began to erode my consciousness - the shoulders of the ink, tingly trembled.

Milkit notices that slight change and sees her better.

"What's wrong?

"Something... I can hear the bell"

Doesn't sound like Milkit yet.

But sure enough, Ink was listening to the sound.

Shan, shan, shan, and the sound of a bell ringing on a cane.

"It's getting closer"

By then, it had been heard by Milkit and other people.

The sound gradually approached the entrance, and nature and everyone's gaze turned towards the door.

Shan, shan, shan...

Eventually, when it arrived in front of the room, the sound of the bell stopped perfectly.

And then the door opens.

It was one old man and two big men who came in.

They had red makeup on their faces and bodies and wore purple colored auras.

Milkit swallowed sauce and saliva at its unusual temperament.

"On, Me, Gui, Hou"

The three of them unite their voices and cast an example spell.

Then one of them, who was trapped - a man in his early twenties or so - rose to the fence and approached them with a large crotch.

The look was filled with anger, and I think I'm going to beat him up now.

"Hey, get us out of here"

A man who stares at you as you say so.

But the three of them, as always, just repeat the spell.

"Don't be ridiculous!

Exasperated, he tried to grab the chest of the big man in front of him.

But the hand then slips through the man's body, and he breaks the balance.

"What is this...?

I reached out a few times after that, but I still can't touch it.

Then the old man interrupts the spell and opens his mouth.

"Because we are protected by the realm of God of Kamyaghuisama"

"Don't say things I don't understand!

Now a man who gets beaten up by an old man.

But it still doesn't hit me.

"Damn, what's going on!

"This is the realm of God. Kamyaguysama is the patron saint of this village of Firth. Therefore, we do not give in to the god of figs called origins"

"What does that have to do with locking us up!

"Kamyaguysama is hungry, too."

The old man laughed as he showed his teeth, his eyes wide open and gazed at the man.

"We need people's lives. It's also full of fear, raw, fresh life."

With that said, he himself seems to enjoy this act.

"Are you trying to kill us?

"As it turns out, it does. Hey, hold on. But this is also something we have no choice in order to survive. Can't you be sacrificed?"

There is no way.

Understanding that, the old man said so to incite.

More angry men are beaten by old men over and over again, but they still just slip through.

While doing so, I heard another example bell from across the door.

Shan, Shan, Shan - and Camyaguysama coming into the room, sounding somewhere majestic.

"Now it's time for a meal of Kamyaguysama, so we're at this"

The three leave the scene again chanting 'On, Me, Gui, Hou'.

Even as they leave, the door remains open.

If you want to escape, you can escape, but as you stand there, aliens exist.

He kept swinging his scepter vertically, chanting shan, shan, and there was no way he was going to hit me - but everyone was asking me if I could fulfill it and go through the sides.

At that time, the man who had eaten the old man earlier moves.

One more step, one more step, and we started approaching the door.

Then, like following him, the top turns from the neck of Kamyaguysama.

"Ha... ha..."

Out of fear, the man stopped his leg.

For shallow, fast breathing, your chest goes up and down into small pieces, and your mouth dries to a crisp.

As he moved his throat saggily in an attempt to swallow the sticky saliva in his cavity - Shan, and Kamyaguysama took a step forward.

At the same time, men, one step behind.

"Hi..."

My facial expressions tend to pull and my cheeks stick.

One step, one more step and the two moved simultaneously, and each time a scepter rang.

And when the man's back hit the wall, he finally couldn't stand it and kicked the ground about to run out.

But - Gagong, and I wondered if the wall sounded shaky, and an arm made of rocks appeared, restraining his arms.

"Ha...... oh, why, how could my arm!?

Shan, Shan.

The bell rings.

Men try to escape, but the power of the arms of the rock is strong and frightening.

Camyaguysama's face, approaching in front of him, cracks vertically all the way.

"I don't like it... I don't like it. Ahhh!

The man screams in frenzy and wields his head.

His desperation was vain, and his mouth, with its sharp fangs, approached his face.

Gollum.

The first half of his head was scraped in one bite and swallowed.

"Ugh... wow!

The people who were watching around them scream simultaneously and escape through the door.

Milkit also took the ink hand and stood up.

"What, what's going on!?

"I don't know either. Let's get out of here, Mr. Ink!

"Ugh!

Milkit and ink a little later than the others but safely escaping the room.

By then, men had already left only their legs, and it was only a matter of time before Camyaguysama made the move for his next target.

Out of the room, the road is divided into three parts.

Right, left, front.

Hardly anyone is on their way because you can see the end of the line on the right.

I couldn't see from here how far the front and left lasted.

The wind's blowing from the left.

"Left."

Relying on the feeling of ink, Milkit selects left.

Turned further to the left on the thrust of the street.

Then beyond it, you can see a staircase blocked by an iron lattice.

"Ugh, why isn't it open when you can get away from here? Whoa!

There, the woman who was running away first was gripping the lattice and rocking it to bump her anger.

Milkit rushes over to her and speaks up.

"Hih!? Hey, don't surprise me. You... are the one who was trapped in that room with you, aren't you?

One has his face covered with a bandage and the other has his eyes sutured.

If they talked to you two like that in a place like this, you'd be scared too.

"Yes, I say Milkit. There, isn't it open?

"Yeah, I have three key holes, but of course I don't have one."

"You have some painting at the keyhole. Is this... sky, earth and water?"

"I wonder if they each have the corresponding keys. But it doesn't fall so conveniently..."

Anyway, I'm not going to be able to get away from here right now.

"This is the only place where the wind is blowing. I don't think anywhere else is connected to the ground."

"So you have to open this place somehow."

When the two of them were talking, they said from afar, "Ghaaaa!" I heard a scream.

Everyone on the spot's body trembles.

Someone sacrificed Kamuyaguysama.

"I don't like it anymore... how could I have to fit such an eye? Oops!

The woman collapses with an iron lattice grasped and speaks up hysterically.

But neither can the Milkits afford to comfort her.

I couldn't help but sit still here, I decided to explore from a room nearby to Smudge.

First, open the wooden door, right next to the iron lattice.

Gi, and the hinge rang, and the smell of mold in the room drifted around.

But unlike a hallway lit thinly by a mysterious sphere, it's dark inside.

Relying on the slightly plugging light, Milkit looked around.

"Is this... a warehouse"

The room is small, but it's full of stuff.

But it hasn't been used for a long time, there was dust on it.

"From the back, there's a weird noise. Gowns, gowns."

Ink said.

If you try and clear your ears too Milkit, you do hear that.

But in this darkness, it's hard to find.

Just like in the hallway, the corded sphere hangs on the ceiling, and the lights should be on if only switched on.

Then Milkit realizes that there is a strange device right at the wall as soon as it enters.

I don't know the material, but there is a white plate sticking out, black in the middle of it, about the size of a finger.

When I touched the try, the outpouring moved along with the sound of kachi, and the sphere down to the ceiling emitted light.

"This is the switch, isn't it? It doesn't seem like it's a magic ceremony..."

"Is that such an unusual form?

"At least I've never seen it. Though, I'm not very much of a looker either"

Whatever it is, this brightened the room.

To ascertain the identity of the sound, the mill kit waits for the ink at the entrance and goes over the object to the back of the room.

Then there was a clear, iron mass, covered with a cover made of a substance different from the cloth.

That's trembling and sounding like a gown gown.

There were also a number of cables stretched out of the chunks, which seemed to lead through empty little holes in the walls to other rooms.

When you pay the dust that the mill kit was loaded with, the letters appear from below.

The fonts are quite different because of the old ones, but they can't be read.

"Taiyo Denki Sai...... Kateiyo, Generator......?

There's a line of words that don't make sense.

I read the other parts and didn't know anything, so I gave up and went back to ink.

"What do you got?

"No. It's just that maybe that device is connected to a light that's falling off the ceiling"

Cables stretched from a mass of iron are very similar to those connected to the sphere.

If that's the same kind of thing, it might be sending some kind of energy generated by the device through the cable.

But that has nothing to do with escape.

I've been exploring it ever since, but couldn't find anything dizzying, so the two get out of the room.

An earlier woman was dead with her back of her head slapped against a wall.

"Ugh..."

Mill kit that suppresses your mouth unintentionally.

"Yep... I didn't smell blood until just now..."

If people die outside, they'll make noise, and they'll smell it.

But even the ink couldn't have noticed anything about her dying.

Let's go, Mr. Ink.

"Ugh, yeah."

This is where people die easily.

Milkit prioritized leaving the scene as soon as possible, withstanding the nausea that swept him up.

"Wait."

But the woman's voice pulls her back.

Looking back, an example woman with a half-headed back of her head stared at Milkit without even blinking.

"It's painful... help me, I don't... I don't like this... help me... please...! It hurts, it hurts so bad. Ooh!

That one's already dead.

Having judged so from previous experience, Milkit ran away with a distraction again.

Running unconsciously and turning the corner, the woman's voice becomes deafening.

No, I didn't deafen - puffy, the voice itself broke off.

Mill kits to look at except those with corpses from horrible corners.

Then, Camyaguysama was just about to chew the body.

"Ugh, gu..."

I desperately suppress a voice that is about to leak by blocking my mouth with my hands.

There were tears in my eyes and my vision blurred.

But the fact that Camyaguysama is obsessed with corpses means he's safe now.

So cut it off and move as far away as you can.

Now continue along the path directly in front of the first hall.

Then he slipped away from the couple who looked like he was back.

"You're back from the left road?

That's what women have been asking, so Milkit nods.

"There was a staircase over there, but I can't get through because I'm blocked by a locked iron lattice. Plus, it looks like the Kamuyaguysama thing is out there now."

"Well... then we'll have to get somewhere else."

"How was the road this way?

The woman shook her head sideways with a sad look.

"I hit him, and the left stopped immediately, and the road to the right lasted a long time, but there was just a room ahead, and there seemed to be no exit."

The man next door is also nodding with a difficult look.

The lack of an exit may be futile, but we may find some clue.

"Thank you," Milkit and Ink told the two of them, daring to go that way ahead.

As I did hear, poke it out and the left is a relatively immediate end.

But there was a door ahead that didn't come out of the story.

Compared to other doors, it is somewhat flashy and sturdy.

While uncomfortable with its standing, Milkit went straight that far and opened it.

Once inside, a similar hallway is spread out in front of you.

After passing through the door completely, looking back, there was no door there.

"Huh...?

"Milkit, what's wrong?

"Oh, no, we were supposed to go through the door, but there's no door there."

"What's that?"

With that said, the ink turns around and reaches forward.

Surely there, there were no walls, no doors.

It's just that there's a hallway we've been walking in until just now.

"When I walked through the door, you mean I went back to where I was?

"I think so"

How, what was the intent to do that?

The neck tilting mill kit approached the same door again and opened.

- Also, the same sight is spreading.

Looking back, there are still no doors, just go back to the original hallway.

But Milkit, unable to wipe the discomfort from this phenomenon, decided to repeat the same thing only once more.

At the tip of the creeping door, it's still the same thing that spreads out there - no, only one point is different.

It's a woman.

A thin woman with black and long hair, wearing a white piece, stands there backwards.

Clothes, skin and hair are rapidly clean and well cared for, and I'm not a trapped person from anywhere.

Or so I said, and I wasn't even haunting purple auras like the old man or two men earlier.

"Um..."

Never speak your mind.

Then the woman turned around.

His face was almost hidden with his forehead, but from that gap, his slight eyes look at this one.

A mill kit that seems frightened by its appearance.

But I didn't scare him, and I kept talking to him.

"Do you know how I can get out of here?

The woman silently pointed to the door behind her.

That's that door where the mill kit crept three times and went out to the same place.

"No, there..."

"Milkit, there's a noise. He's getting closer."

Shan, Shan - and it's still far away, but the sound of Camyaguysama approaching, it also sounded like Milkit.

Is this woman showing the two of us the way out?

He wasn't a believable opponent, but there's no reason not to.

Believing that her actions were bona fide, Milkit proceeds to the door again.

"Thank you"

With her head down, the woman narrowed her eyes faintly.

And as he passed beside her and reached the front of the door, the ink said in a small voice.

"If you don't know who someone is there, why don't you just use a scan?

You're right if you ask me.

But I'm a little tempted to imitate the person who gave me the advice.

Nevertheless, I would like some information now.

Milkit proclaimed "scanning" in a low voice and activated the magic, looking back only for a moment.

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Shea Manydum

Attribute: Dream

Muscle strength: 37

Magic Power: 5612

Health: 81

Agility: 56

Sense: 3876

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Extremely biased status, and attribute of unfamiliar dreams.

Milkit, who saw it, intuitively thought that she was the key to solving the mystery of being called Kamyaguysama.

But now I don't have time to think.

Because Kamyaguysama is trying to get to the two of us barely in front of Shea.

Milkit pulls the ink hand and goes through the door.

Then the space in front of me was distorted and when I noticed it was out in the first warehouse I entered.

Of course, there's no sign of Camyaguysama around.

"This smell, are you back in the warehouse?

"Looks like it. I don't know how it works, but that woman, Shea, seems to have helped me."

Still, I still have camyaguysama on the same floor.

We need to find a way to escape as soon as possible.

"Maybe, but I think there's a way to break through the iron lattice somewhere."

"Why did you think that?

"If you'll never get out, there's no need for that woman to help us"

"I mean, the keys are somewhere?

"Either that, or we can break it another way. Maybe it makes sense to have been flown into this room, and we'll explore it again."

Now more in mind, the mill kit examines overlapping crates and rusty etiquette.

Nothing invisible ink could help with it, so he fluttered around it out of hand.

"... hmm?

Then he feels uncomfortable at his feet and stops at his feet.

And he repeatedly slapped one part of the floor with his toes.

"Hey Milkit, isn't the floor here weird?

"Where is it?

Mill kit rushing over to the ink.

Then only the floor stone at its feet is shaking.

Reaching out, the stone came off lightly and a key with an empty engraving hidden underneath it.

"The key, there was..."

"Maybe the other two keys are hidden in a similar way."

"I kind of feel like I'm being played. I don't like it because of my bad taste."

I didn't know you were hiding like this, a treasure hunt for children.

"I wonder what it actually is. Look, I was talking to you in that room. Jizzy said you needed a fresh life, full of extraordinary fear. If we take it the way we say it, it could be so good food for Camyaguysama that we're scared."

"You think you're showing hope that you might dare escape for that?

"Hope is better, because despair is visible"

"... after all, I think it's a bad taste"

"I think so too"

But right now, I just have to get on with that hobby.

There are two keys left.

Probably hidden somewhere on this floor, in the same way as an empty key.

We have to look for it while we track down Camyaguysama.

I hope the others realize how it works too - it would be quicker to tell them when it's done wrong than that.

Still less than twenty, there must be survivors left.

So that as many human beings as possible can escape alive.

They held the key and tried to get out of the warehouse.

For one thing, let's look it up in turn from the nearby room, etc., while opening the entrance door.

It was right after that.

Gagowong! and I wondered if there had been a whimpering noise, an iron plaid blocking the front of the stairs blowing up at a fierce speed in front of both of them.

"Hmm, a little too much. But I couldn't help but worry."

Plus, I heard that voice coming from the hallway.

The look of the ink changes as soon as possible, and he leaps out of the room and rushes toward those who hear voices.

"Eterna! Eterna, Eterna, Eterna. Ah!

When he hugged Eterna like a dog who hadn't seen the Lord in a long time, the ink crept and cheeked.

"Oh... oh? Ink, I was here."

"I was there, I was there. Oh, I've always missed you!

"And it's awesome dele. All right, all right."

"You didn't... because I missed you... because one of you was scared... Huh!

Wow and sobbing ink.

Eterna's cheeks were loose as she held her with her left arm like that.

"Mr. Eterna, you escaped Hugue, didn't you?"

"Milkit was with me. Yeah, something. But good, because I wanted to stay here for a long time. They slip through the magic, and I don't know. I can't help but bother because I'm stuck with a bit of a Hugue resemblance."

Probably means camyaguysama.

If even the magic of Eterna were to slip through, it would be difficult to fight properly.

Now I just seem to have to keep running.

Fortunately, the iron lattice has been destroyed, so we don't need to look for the keys anymore.

Milkit did not hesitate to throw the empty key on the spot.

"What... that monster, he's here too"

Camyaguysama approaching from the back of the hallway at the end of Eterna's gaze.

She released an arrow of ice to try, but it still doesn't seem to work.

"Milkit, are you the only two people trapped here?

"No, there must be about twenty others"

"Okay, then..."

In Milkit's answer, Eterna decided on a policy.

Fortunately, the opponent is slow.

Instead, a strange phenomenon strikes a fugitive in an attempt to stop him, but Eterna will be able to break through with it as much as she can.

"I'm gonna get out of here while I take that scum"

Smiling softly, she declared so.