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

"Vulcanate Illegal Formula"

When Deaza casts her magic, countless arrows of fire strike Negas and Saila.

"Ku...... Tornado Illegal Formula!

Neigus quenched an impending flame with the magic of a swirling wind.

But that's the best you can do, and the attack never reaches Disa.

"Next up - Flare Meteorite Illegal Formula"

Disa's hand kneaded toward heaven.

Huge fireballs floating in the air.

The amount of magic poured into it is enormous.

As earlier, it would be impossible to offset it with the magic of Negas.

"Use all the Zeon magic for this!

"That would be more effective. For those of you who have strong feelings."

As he waves his arms down, the fireball approaches the two of us as if the sun were falling from the sky.

"Saila, grab it!

"Okay!

When Negas hugs Saila's body, she desperately tries to distance herself from the fireball.

The western side of Demon King Castle no longer left almost no prototype, and we could escape to the city of Seleid without breaking the walls.

But - when Disa moves her fingers hard, Flare Meteorite changes direction.

"I thought I ran away......!

"Earlier, Neigus said the magic of Zeon, but I think that my better use means that I can no longer say my magic -"

"I don't care. Oh, no!

Negas can't afford it.

Flying around Seleid's town, every time the fireball changes direction and tracks them down.

Already, Diza is in a position to unleash the next magic.

While it will remain unfavourable on the defensive side, it is impossible to try to stop it with the magic of Negas by saying, it will only be a waste of magic.

"Neigus, we have to use the engagement..."

"No, unlike Maria, he doesn't add or subtract. I've stopped this attack, and it's only coming with more intensity."

"But what if it is?

"... Sarah, I'm gonna drop you off for a second"

Negas puts Saila on the roof of a private house, single and distancing herself from the magic of Deaza.

Then Fireball ignored Saila and started tracking her.

"Neighhhhh!?

I had a bad feeling about it. Saila screamed, but Negas glances at her and lets her wink, appealing to the room.

No matter what, it's actually just a strength.

(I can't stop it, but if it's enough to change direction!

Negas stops on a certain building.

"Have you given up?

I don't even lend ears to provoking Diza.

She jumped off the spot, danced directly over the fireball - and struck him with a windswept arm.

"Tornado knuckle!"

Then the fireball took her fist and was slapped to the ground.

Kah - the flash fills Neigus' vision.

That's not just a fireball, it causes a big explosion the moment it hits the target.

"Oh, no, it's like a Zion. It's impotent."

Disa grins at her mouth.

"Ah... oh, no... Negas, Negas!

Saila jumped off the roof and rushed over to her, seeing Negas wrapped in a blast of flames, unable to stay or not.

"It's time for me to be blind. Chaos Safocacion"

Assuming he's finished Negas, he moves the target to Saila.

The unleashed white and black bands loomed upon her.

But she goes for a place where even Negas was without even looking at Disa.

Regardless, there's no way I can shake the magic out of her about (...) leg, and finally touch its back -

"Don't put your hands on Sarah, you pervert!

Negas, who appeared slitting smoke that could stand in, hugged Saila's body just before and left the scene.

Even more so, he strikes down the belt of magic that follows him with his own magic and stares at Diza.

"You're safe!

"Are you leaving Saila to die!

Nevertheless, it cannot be said to be intact.

My body is covered in burns, my clothes are torn, and I dress quite remarkably.

"Give me something I can admit to losing."

"That's not gonna happen."

"You're waiting for Flam to arrive, aren't you? But even if she does, she can't beat me right now."

"... Ha"

Neigus laughs with his nose.

From Deaza's point of view, that would have just seemed strong.

But her aim - I'm sure Flam never came, but it's something else.

(Do something quickly, Zion!

Tolerating the pain all over her body, she jumped at him in her heart.

◇ ◇ ◇

Cross the melting point.

The flesh melts, the spirit is confused, and we lose sight of ourselves.

No matter how strong you are, it's not taken away, it's assimilation.

Therefore there is no rush to resist, and even if he is, he can only forget himself in the water.

Who am I?

Lost personality.

Scared to ask, but no one answers.

Because everyone, it's you.

Everything you can see is me, me, me, you.

I'm not going to be me anymore, I'm going to spread.

Probably the synapse is the origins.

People are water, so they don't know where it is once they lose it.

You can't soak up water out of the water.

"I..."

Disappear.

……

It disappeared.

Silent.

No light, no sound, nothing.

Nothingness.

Everything, including myself.

But if this place is truly nothingness, there should not even be the art of recognizing that it is nothingness.

But he felt an unspeakable loneliness in his blurred and faint consciousness.

Very comfortable.

Feels raw and floating.

Why should we mourn the loss of self in such a peaceful world?

No, or maybe it's not me who's moaning.

From afar - I hear voices.

- I was so scared at first.

Wording is bad, it's pretty big, and for some reason, I'm gonna stare at this one.

When I heard it later, I laughed because it just seemed like I didn't see it well, but there's no way I could have figured it out at the time.

I could only look at him in awe while hiding on my mother's back.

Originally, it seems his parents and mother were close, and since then we've had a lot of face-to-face... we've actually exchanged words since about a year later.

"Hey."

That's what he blurted out to say.

I tremble and all I can do is bow my head.

But then we started to say hello lightly.

By the way, by then, he hadn't put up a collar yet.

"Hey, Seatum."

"Brother."

One day, I was starting to call him “brother”.

From there, I was turning into my current “brother," but I don't really remember when.

But I think that change is one of the reasons why my distance from him has shrunk.

I was just an “admiring brother” at the time, but I guess... I've liked it since then, I guess.

'Look, he said come here because he's fine. If anything happens, I'll help you. "

'Heh, didn't I make Seatum cry? You must be ready!?

'It's good, isn't it? I've been eating like every day since I found it. Oh,' cause this place is just between me and Seattle. '

"Don't worry, I like to act with you."

Anyway, cool, dependable, but kind.

Then you'll like it, that's all I can say.

Actually...... I still think so.

Why don't you tell me, you know, because you're embarrassed.

Growing up, it's hard to be honest with.

"Don't worry too much, I'm with you."

"Split the hard stuff up half to me, what do you think I'm here for?"

"You are a good demon king. I'm nearer than anybody. I assure you, keep your chest up. '

Really... Really, it's cool, right?

When you get your head pounded and stroked, you seem to be treated like a child and you can be grumpy, but you can actually be in a great mood.

I'm sorry I wasn't being honest.

And then, I hope you don't even have that collar.

No, you don't hate it, do you? It feels like your brother's trademark, yeah.

But from the side, it's bad enough.

Oh, but without that dusty, I, I might not be able to stand your brother's cool...... that's troublesome.

Because I'm probably drooling over feelings and stuff. Huh.

Memory or emotion?

Something supports the existence of self.

In clear water, the white thread shapes him hard.

It's going away, it's not going away.

The self - the invisible other, supports.

Go far - my voice sounds.

- At first, I wondered if he was all right with the Demon King.

Then I knew I was cowardly, sick and frivolous, and I didn't think I could do it.

Mind your own business, well, do you care?

So I used to go see him, but he opened his mind a little bit too.

I was missed at the end of the sentence.

Besides, “brother” or ”brother” or "brother" is like a sister.

When this happens, you can't just leave me alone anymore, can you?

You know what... you couldn't leave me alone, could you, me, on my own.

'How come your brother is always with me?

"If I'm not with you, you're in trouble."

'Yes, but... your brother often makes fun of you for being with a woman.'

'You just have to let me tell you. Well, what, I like you too and I'm with you.'

Boops, and his face turns red.

Maybe that's the first time I've seen someone and thought "cute”.

Then he gets prettier and prettier as he grows, and he gets a little bit of “strength”.

I guess you'll be away from me one of these days, what a selfish imagination, sinking on your own.

Actually, I'd rather be stuck with me.

Do you have a favorite demon clan?

'... gloves, I've made them for my brother. I suck, though. Oh, if you don't want it, I'll collect it, so you don't have to take it.'

"On my brother's lap is mine only. You can't let anyone else use it, can you?

'Cause your brother is really stupid already. That's it... I can't repay you for anything, can I?

Oh, that's cute. Damn.

There's more to him than ever, but honestly, I'm in love with him like a fool.

Soon, it was me who couldn't leave.

I said, how stupid are you?

"Brother, what are those lizard-like monsters doing?

"Find us and threaten us."

"Spread your collar, is it?

"I'm making my body look big. Look, you got kids at your feet, right? I'm desperate to protect it."

'... cool'

"Ah?"

"It's cool, that monster......"

- Because as much as I listen to that story and start putting my collar up.

……

... hey me, isn't that too dumb for a reason?

No, but it's kind of determined... I'm the one who's protecting Seatum. It's like an appeal.

Really, it sounds stupid though.

If she were alone in the world, for example, that memory would have melted into an infinitely spreading ocean and meant nothing.

The thought contoured because there was him in this sea of seemingly irreplaceable single colours.

And vice versa.

She becomes her because he is there.

He will be him because she is there.

If we were alone, if we were two people who didn't love each other, this wouldn't have happened.

Deaza's biggest failure (...) was that they loved each other.

Everyone sees sweetly how much that thought strengthens the Demon Clan, both he and Origin.

Who am I? Where are they?

"Who am I? Where am I supposed to go?

There's no point in asking yourself, but...

"Someone's calling me."

"Someone will prove me to be me"

The perception of others eventually has an entity.

It is an origins, but therefore.

Or - maybe because a man named Diza also didn't know the emotion of loving someone else.

Diza resonated with Origin because they were similar to each other.

The demon kings of earlier generations raised him with as much love as their children.

His predecessors loved him as a family.

And the demon king of our time must have also given us affection in the name of respect.

All of them flowed out of the gap in vain.

Where does the fallen love go?

Can you play it by crashing into the ground?

Will it disappear with the heat of friction?

Will he also be eaten by demons of darkness?

No.

All exhausted. No.

It won't disappear.

The love that has flown away is bound to pay off somewhere.

Reward and reward.

If you can't, you're next.

If you can't, go to us next.

It is inherited, taken over, and each time it increases in purity - embodied one day as a flame of repudiation.

She didn't take back her love.

He multiplied the love he received.

Therefore, this is the result.

"Your thoughts are pouring in and you're going to be me"

"I don't know who I am, but I do know your name calling me"

It's so volatile that it's going to flush and collapse easily, the two of us in a rough shape.

But there's a starved puddle.

Nobody inhibits the two of us.

I wanted to hold hands.

Then something like a hand came into being.

Stretch, stretch, each other.

Connect, make sure.

"Seatum"

those hands that are smaller and gentler than themselves,

"Brother Zeion"

That hand, which is greater than its own,

"Oh, I knew you were here."

Make sure,

'Is that why you're here?

If we connect,

Of course, if anything happens, I'll help you.

Even in a sea of self-oblivion, you don't lose sight of yourself anymore.

"I think I heard it a long time ago"

'That determination hasn't changed since then. Even if you are taken away to hell, I will bring you back.'

"You're impotent, reckless, and you absolutely can't... your brother would really do it"

"You mean I like you as much as you do."

“Zeion," he says blindly, turning away.

"I, too, seem to like my brother to the point where he can believe that I'm anywhere."

"Sheetum," he said.

Hands together, thoughts connected, the two beings add even more mass -

◇ ◇ ◇

The battle continues even further - full of creative Negas and almost intact Deaza.

Saila tried many times to heal Negas's wounds, but she stopped her from saying, 'Waste your magic, when you stop'.

"It's almost out of the question."

"I'm not gonna die while they're playing."

"I'm still playing with it because I'm going to kill him."

Buy words for sale.

This is how the conversation between Negas and Diza has always been going.

Most of all, in contrast to her, who is seriously revealing her emotions, he is more relaxed - though he seems to intend to.

I want to look down on them by giving them an advantage, both mentally and competently, such aspirations look clear.

"... Fire powder?

That's when Saila squeaked, held up by Negas.

"Saila, what's wrong with the fire powder?

"Earlier, the firepowder was shaking every now and then around Diza's right arm."

When you say it and look at it, sure.

It's a level I wouldn't know if I hadn't stared, but something red is shaking around Diza's right arm.

Show up and disappear, show up again and again and disappear, which is very unstable - usually with magic, it shouldn't happen.

"Maybe it's because I've been using fire attribute magic for a while now."

"No... maybe that one..."

It's just a hypothesis.

That, too, is more likely to make you laugh when it's a Yotai story.

But - that laugh that Tsaion showed when he was taken in.

If that's not just a strength, maybe “firepowder” is some kind of signal.

"Hey, Mr. Deeza. We're going to use the trump card now."

Negas looked straight at Diza and said so with an invincible laugh.

"Why would you make such a declaration?

"I told you, I don't think I'd be disturbed. 'Cause, Mr. Deaza, you don't seem to like trampling on all our strengths and winning, do you?

"Hmm..."

He narrows his eyes and puts his hands on his chin.

That look looks fun somewhere.

"I do have the confidence to remain intact in any attack you take"

"Then let me prove it. The overwhelming power can easily twist the thoughts of people and demons."

Neigus lowers Saila to the ground, overlapping her hands.

This is my second engagement today.

We need to strain Negas more to leave the magic for the restorative magic minutes.

In other words, if we let this go, her magic will run out and she will no longer be able to even use simple magic in today's time.

"Then let me declare, too. After this attack, I will kill you both for real. Probably won't last a few seconds."

"Superior, if you can do it, do it."

This is a bet.

That too, there's no certainty of winning, too bad of a minute.

But Diza looks too alarmed to look down on the Negas, now's the only time to take advantage of it.

"Are you sure you can take him down with this...?

Saila is anxious to lay hands on Negas.

"You won't be able to defeat me."

"So what are we going to do?

"I wonder if it's as childhood taming. I think this is what Zion's idiot says."

It is too light a reason to risk your life.

The more I had to rely on something like that, the more this battle was too contoured.

"I'm sorry, I let you hang out with this bet"

"Bring your friends around as you please until now. I'll see you soon."

"Oh, so is that. Well, thank you again."

"It's too soon to reopen. But, well, you can only trust Negas."

Saila laughed when she said that.

Negas is saved by her strength, which is funny even though she doesn't know when she's going to die.

And he tangled the fingers of the overlapping hands, and at the same time the magic of each other.

Aim firmly and stare at Diza with an extra look on her face.

"Engage Judgment Tempest!"

A sword of stormy swirling light that is emitted.

Summing up the two magic powers is less than 20,000, and not even at the foot of Deaza's power.

But its magical power could not be counted by simple additions.

"Well, this is..."

Deaza is impressed.

Sometimes I just say trump card.

Sure, you might expect some damage if you take it with your head as a no-guard.

But - that's only a story if you didn't play defense.

He pushed his right arm forward and tried to take the magic with the wall of flames.

Then, seeing it, Negas laughs nigga as she shows her teeth.

(Yes, that's fine... I knew you were the power of Zeon - to prevent it with that right arm!

A flame that bumps into each other and the power of the two, emitting a fierce flash.

Go, go, go - Negas and Saila strongly hope.

And the storm-wrapped sword of light finally breaks through the wall of flames and pierces Deaza's right arm.

His eyes opened in amazement, his body invisible in smoke.

"Did you do it...?

The white smoke disappears in the wind and the figure of Diza gradually appears.

The body was - almost intact.

Not only the torso caught in the storm, but also the head, even the right arm, which should have received a jugglement tempest directly from the front.

"There's a battle, right? Now, as declared, I'm going to take you..."

Towards the winning Disa, Neigus shouted his tongue as he stood and rocked his index finger.

"Mr. Deeza, you licked us. You lost."

"Lose..."

"If you think so, take a look at your right hand"

ridiculous, turning his gaze to his right hand with ridicule.

The moment, the look solidified.

Sure, my right hand is almost (...) intact, but it wasn't without any damage.

In the palm of his hand, there was a small cut caused by the tip of the sword of light touching him.

That's all.

That's all the scratches - the flames, they're overflowing.

"What does this mean...?

Of course, it's not Disa's magic or anything.

Whatever his will, he's crawling out of his system.

The flame gradually adds firepower and covers his entire hand as well as the perimeter of the wound.

"Why... why, when you say it's my magic, it doesn't go away. Negas, were you setting something up with the magic earlier? No, but..."

To that extent, even Disa had folded in.

Curses, poisons, status decreases, it can be expected by anyone that they will be making such a small worker.

I took it and stood because I was confident I could grip it, including that.

"Certainly Mr. Deeza is strong right now. Maybe even if I had trapped the magic earlier, it would have been erased."

"Then this is... guh, ooh, ooh!

Uncomfortable at last, he skewed his face into pain.

"This is the kind of power Master Origin has given me...!

"Whatever pain you can inflict from the outside, there's nothing you can do from the inside."

"Inside? No way......!

"Yeah, no way."

Flames enveloping the entire right arm.

And someone's arm protrudes from it, like opening a wound in the palm of his hand.

"Haaaaaa!

Deeza distressed while holding her right hand.

"Me, you were thinking. How could Diza not have gotten her hands on me or Sheetum, who had gotten her hands on a woman all she wanted"

Neigus spoke to him in a cold sweat.

In fact, the plan would have gone smoother if we had kept the two of them at bay.

Even so, he chose the roundabout means of using his godchildren.

Why is that?

Finally, I find the answer to being Negas.

"Maybe you were scared of him."

Diza's eyes were opened.

Perhaps he should have moved and looked down on all the demons and humans on his palms.

Even so, there was only one man who couldn't control it.

When you engage him, you can't even control the humans who were involved in contagion.

For Disa, who intended to have full control of people's minds, that would have been more than anything else to fear.

The truth is, you should have wanted to kill Seatum when you took him in at Demon King's Castle.

That too - though the Zeion-affected Seatum got in the way and it didn't come true.

"Its incomprehensible silliness - I couldn't beat the straightness to the end"

"I don't... things...!

There can't be.

It was Diza who denied it - but the Lord of arms, without any hesitation, scratched even more - no, cutting open his right arm itself and trying to come out.

"Oh, no... why... leave the power... my self, by the way, should be gone... ghhhhh!

It was also the first time Negas had seen him in such a hurry.

The blood scattered evaporates immediately.

The open wound burns unbroken by flames.

He (...) is intact even though he's in all that heat, because he wants to burn himself more than anything else.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The roar of a man roars.

Two people crawled out of Disa, wrapped in red flames.

"That's Mr. Zeion... No, it's not just Mr. Zeion, Sheetum!

"How... you know, from the state... heh!

Zeion went out “outside” with a tight hug of Seatum in his arm, kicking Diza and taking the distance.

And land near the Neighbors.

The two bodies are scratchy and bloody.

It is not a trauma.

It's a body that no longer melts once, no matter how much we complement each other's thoughts, it's not enough.

Therefore, when he came out of the inside, he could not reproduce it completely.

Still, both hands and feet are on, and the consciousness is clear.

"How...? Ha, how many times do I have to tell you, it doesn't matter"

Zeion says to Diza, who stares at this one, at the same pace as before he was taken in.

"Forgive me. I won't forgive you if I say so. I got it all back, and I'm gonna bust your ass! To accomplish that, I will destroy reason and reason!

Again, Diza didn't understand.

No matter how strong your emotions may be, because you think that's unlikely to transcend reason or reason.

Even before that reality, it is unacceptable.

If you can't admit it, you have to twist it down with force.

As he stood on his knees, the magic of the local attributes swirled in his left hand.

(My advantage hasn't rocked yet. The difference in force is enormous. Even if it's four to one......!

There is still magic left.

When I stepped forward with the intention of fighting - zah, I heard someone's footsteps.

"Flam Apricot......!

She defeated Gadio and reached this point with her feet.

(Will you even come to her in this situation? Now that Zeon and Seatum are losing their power and injuring their right arm, I just want to avoid fighting her alone. But - come on, why is this happening? I can't even heal my wounds when I say I have the power of Master Origin......!

Although the flames on his right arm have disappeared, the open wounds and burns remain intact.

There's no twisting, there's no burying.

Intermittently strong pain runs, blunting Deaza's thoughts.

Not in decent condition to fight the flam.

Though she is also wearing out in the battle with Gadio, the degree is not the ratio of Deaza.

"Get out of here and rendezvous with Cyril."

He looks back and turns his back on the Zeions.

"Is...?

There was a flam.

She should have been up front, behind herself somehow.

Besides, at some point, let the pulled out god eater drip blood.

"Idiot, dude... when...!

The blood - it came from Diza's abdomen.

"Gu...... whoa whoa! YEAH, NOW, IN A MOMENT OF NOW...... you say you destroyed the core...... YEAH!?

In his abdomen, an origin-core was implanted.

Flam's flash of chi, Planal Overdrive, was unleashed for it.

You can't prevent or avoid an invisible blow.

Releasing it, she said to Zeion, shaking off the blood of the God-eater.

"I'm sorry, I got you something delicious"

"No, I'd rather be thankful, because you can stab me in the todome. Seattle, can we go?

"Yes, brother. Your body is in the dark, but you have a lot of magic."

"Okay. Then“ That, "let's go!

In Disa, the boundaries with others are blurred.

As a result, the two share some memories.

In other words, Seatum retains the memory of the battle to this day.

"Give my magic to my brother...!

Wrap the right hand of the Zeion with both hands and pour magic into it.

The power of light is harmonious and intertwined with the power of fire and becomes one great force.

When it was over, Seatum left Zion.

And he grips his fist and speaks aloud.

"Engage!"

Goo-wow!

Wrapped in a white flame with a burning right hand.

He keeps that fist up and walks over to Disa.

"Ya stop..."

He no longer has the power of Origin.

The loss of the core has not resulted in a major physical collapse, due to the original similarity of character and purpose, but now the body should not move as it thinks.

"Wow, because I still have something to do. Such, such an end...!

Even as he tries to run backwards, he takes his foot off the rubble and buttocks it.

"We haven't even seen what Origin really looks like yet!

It was too late to get up right away, show your back and try to run away.

Already Zeion has Diza in time.

Then he grips his right fist even harder, steps on the earth, and accelerates.

"Seikliddo -"

Diza's eyes to be opened.

The emotions in his eyes - so far he has inflicted on others, were “despair” and “fear”.

"Zeion, don't. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

"BREAYYYYYYYYYYY!"

The two shouts echo.

The fist protruding toward Deaza's chest pierced his heart with its power alone.

More burning white flames multiply (...) the temperature of the fire and the heat of light, evaporating the flesh.

That was just the flame of purification.

Dirty evil disappears from the world all over the body.

"Ha... ha..."

Zeion kept his fist protruding, his shoulders up and down with rough breaths.

There's no more of Diza.

"Ha... ah... finally... you're done..."

Zeion who has fought so bravely so far, but it's not like he wasn't hard either.

When Sheetum was taken in, I really wanted to cry.

I just didn't cry because I'm not cool.

Fighting Toros was really tough.

I just didn't make a weak noise because I'm not cool.

Because killing Deaza for taking care of me since I was a little girl - it's hard to decide.

I'm glad I got Seatum back than that, just don't moan.

"Good day, brother"

That's what she said, hugging Zeion from her back.

I just feel that plump, and I'm glad I keep fighting - and I think from the bottom of my heart.

He replied, grinning at his mouth, closing his eyes.

"Phew... whoa, you too"

Two people biting each other's existence.

Neigus watched the way it looked, too, smiling - fluttering and out of balance, kneeling.

Saila immediately leaned in and supported her body.

"I don't think I can do it too much. You're gonna recover, so you're gonna make a big deal out of it."

"But the magic..."

"Mr. Seattle's here, so it's no problem."

He said he had extra magic even if he didn't have health.

I can't fight you, but I'm sure you can use healing magic.

Neigus, who conceived it, is treated with great care by Saila.

She was pretty tight, too, and when the wound blocks, the wrinkles that were leaning between her eyebrows disappear.

Seeing Negas's face like that, Saila exhaled in a ho.

"Well..."

Flam leaves the scene early without speaking up when he sees just a few of those four.

Her battle is not over yet.

Eterna and Gene are still struggling desperately to stop Cyril.

If we don't make our way there as soon as possible, our lives are in danger.

But she stopped once before returning inside the Demon King's Castle.

And I look up at the sky, and I squirm.

"... annoyed"

To whom is the word directed, and what does it mean?

All I know is probably Fram himself.

At least in this world.

◆ ◆ ◆

The soul, free from the flesh, ascends to heaven.

It is part of the process of death and circle, which everyone experiences equally.

Diza, who lost her life in this world, was also equally soul-only and headed into the afterlife.

"What will happen to the Demons when they die? It's something I wouldn't know if I hadn't tried to die, but I'm surprised it would really be a soul."

Disa observes her translucent body with interest.

Naturally, everyone would be surprised if they became spiritual souls.

In itself, it was not a rare behavior.

"I didn't mean to die, but I stood around pretty well, and I could watch the demons grow like my son. Let's be satisfied."

If you keep rising to heaven, heaven, or your next life must be waiting for you.

"Ugh, death suddenly seems trivial when you think consciousness continues after death. I hope in this next life I can take advantage of my last reflections"

Think about that and think about the next raw sooner rather than later.

If a distorted soul like him, it must also distort and sway the people around him.

That, too, is not even malicious.

A gentle grin like when I was just a butler, a soul that rises every bit.

But - the motion stopped suddenly.

"... hmm?

Feeling uncomfortable with her legs, Deeza confirms.

Then the black arm grabbed the ankle, and further underneath it - the woman's spirit laughed as she showed her teeth.

"Did you think you could get away with it?

"Dear Leetus...?

"You'd know what I was possessed by that armor for and what I was left with in this world, wouldn't you?

Diza's cheeks snap and she blues as her face looks at her.

The hatred is darker and blacker than the Zeions for boiled over the years.

"Wait, I've had enough… I must have made amends"

"Ku, ku, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu, hu!

She looks like an evil spirit and laughs with her mouth wide open.

"Enough!? To the point of death!? Dozens, hundreds, thousands, countless demons, you've hurt people, I can't believe this is enough! Ah-ha, ha-ha, ha-ha! Ha ha... don't make me laugh ah!

Anger called for more black arms.

stretched from behind Leetus. That grabs Diza's calf.

"Look at this arm."

Grab your thighs, grab your hips.

"This is my grudge against you."

I grab my abdomen, my chest, my arms, my shoulders, my neck, and my face - with the momentum to fill all of Disa.

"Hih... Hih no... Huh!

"This is the number of atonements you need to fulfill!

"That would only be a sin in my lifetime, now I'm, I'm already dead! We should have had enough! No more convictions, no more egos!

He meant it and thought that sin had been atoned for in death.

Even Sheetum was taken, even Zeon is alive, I hope so.

That's something that can't be forgiven.

"No... I still have something I want to do... even in the afterlife, in a different world, where rebirth is not a demon or a person, so, so -"

There's no point in begging for your life.

Because he murdered the person who begged for his life unharmed.

Because he hasn't been guilty, but he's been scared to death to beg forgiveness.

"I was supposed to be your family. Shh! So...... so help me, please, Master Leetus ahhhh!

Ugly, too ugly.

It's no longer too ugly, and Leetus doesn't hear his words or anything.

"I need your help, Mr. Flamm."

Leetus is still connected to Flam.

Sure, I could have cut it a thousand times with my arm like this, but the best way to make it disappear completely is to use her powers.

Countless black arms become a guide through magic.

The flam on earth hears Leetus and lends her some magic.

And...

"Leave no dust (Riversal), even your soul disappear (Parallel Connect) Oops!

Revenge is done.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Infused with the magic of inversion, Disa's soul swells like a balloon.

And when the tolerance was exceeded - pah, it burst.

At that moment the interrupter is also deaf, and the splashed fragments become dust and disappear.

In this world, the presence named Diza disappeared from all worlds without ever being reborn.

Reetus, who has reached his grief, looks up to heaven and shivers his shoulders.

"Ah... haha... I, you did it... finally, you could kill me...! Oh, it's over... a long, nightmare..."

Tears and joy mingled, and his voice trembled.

The man who took everything from her, he's gone.

"Seatum, too, is alive. Now I..."

My daughter is still half serving, but as long as someone supports her next door, she'll be fine.

"Zeion... about Seatum, please"

Released from everything, she tells her so, she smiles gently and ascends to an even higher place.

Sheetum, hugged by Zion on the ground, looked up at the sky in his pretense, feeling that he had heard the voice of his mother, whom he loved.