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

Running out flam.

Cyril also accepts the sword she flies up with her own sword.

black and white blades, when those two overlap -

Gagooooooo!

A winding storm.

And the heel of Cyril pushing down and sliding down the ground.

"Keep pushing!

The weight with the weight and plana crosses Cyrillic's arm strength.

Gaggin, and a helix that is bounced, mellowed, and confused.

"Alter Ego"

Turning into a body that showed a gap, the appearing stature approached the flam that launched the chase.

gaining momentum, she blew that face with a sharp spike.

Cyril to regain his posture in the meantime.

"Binding"

"Blow it up. (Riversal) Heh!

Restrict the feet of the flam, the light spreads appear.

I suppose he inhibited the movement and tried to slash it there.

But she was reading it.

Make the ground bounce with an immediate inversion and scratch off every spread.

Use that blast further to accelerate, extending the tip of the sword toward the abdomen where you think you have a core.

Backsteps, evasion.

Forward at the same time as the landing, "Blade" and a grunting sword aim at Flam's head.

Tilt your neck.

Go on and aim at Flam's neck in a small motion.

She kicked the ground and jumped in and rolled over to the side.

“Blade" swinging down from the top.

"Gravity Inversion (Riversal) Huh!

Press the ground with one hand and the body of the flam will float.

The inversion is released immediately.

Create a plana wall in the air, kick it and change direction.

At the same time, Reinforce the god eater with a thought blade (plana edge).

Approaching Cyril, wave down the sword.

A blade of fantasy that collides and crushes.

The two meet with a stripped blade as the grain of light and the brilliant fragments that reflect it scatter.

"Phew!

When Flam exhales, he jumps back up with much more force in his hands.

Landing whirling around in the air.

Kick ground at the same time as landing.

Nagi Payment.

Cyril takes it by sword.

But the shock made her smile.

Flam erases the god eater and spins.

Using centrifugal force, he pulled his sword out of different spaces again.

Cyril holds the sword with one hand and supports and guards the blade with the other.

The ground sinks to the “weight” of compression.

"Aura."

The shockwave spreads explosively around her like that.

Flam blown lightly.

Even as she was about to peel over, she kicked up the ground, buckled up and landed safely.

Stick your sword to the ground.

Cyril flew back and avoided the blade of the Qi sword mark (plana graves), which remained like a tomb mark, and kicked it to pieces.

Pinch the scattered fragments, and the two of you will flirt.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

"... ugh!

God-eating to be swayed down.

The pitch-black blade frictions with the air and emits a batch of thunder flashes.

Cyril, on the other hand, points the tip of the sword at the flam.

Silver blades fill the magic, cuddly - and wrap up the light.

"Thunder Spear (Levingsting) Heh!

"Blaster"

Thunder and light collide.

This is not the end of the attack between the two of us.

Your eyes are useless because of the flash, but the signs tell you where they are.

They pulled their elbows like bows to each other, and protruded forward to release arrows.

"Psychic Sword Spin Spear (Pranaspear) Ah!

"Shooter"

A thin, sharp, condensed blow through the center of a clashing thunderbolt and beam of light.

It collides head-on in the center of the two, and more energy can be played.

The force that broke through the critical point, wondering if it had contracted only for a moment, spread a blast around the area.

Neither Flam nor Cyril will flinch themselves into it and exchange their swords.

"Alter Ego"

In the midst of the rapprochement, the appearing identities turned behind the flam.

When she lets go of the divine eater, she twists her body and exchanges blackmail.

And when he puts his fist on the abdomen of his body, the force of inversion bursts around his elbow.

eject your arms from each gauntlet and blow over it.

He grabbed the god eater with his remaining left arm and took Cyril's slaughter.

In the meantime, the arm released plays back, and the hand, which is an epic gear, also returns.

"For a decent meeting! Ugh, you can't beat me!

If you carry out a series of furious attacks, the opponent will take it, so it's the best you can do.

Whether you are winning by status, strength in battle is not counted by numbers alone.

Technology and mind - all elements are intricately intertwined and the results are derived.

At the end of it was the fact that, as things stand, Cyril can't beat Flam in melee.

Origin and I understand that.

I didn't want to admit that my powers were inferior to Flam's, but the priority should be her elimination, the only one in the world who could kill herself.

Rationally, Cyril had no choice but to fight more than the middle range.

"Accelerate"

She accelerates and instantly takes a distance from the flam.

But Fram was also guessing that the other person would come out.

Put your hands on your chest.

My heart pulses hard.

Blood spills over the brain.

My vision was blurred and dyed red, and I almost didn't know who I was just a little bit.

The plana fills the body with pain.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Raise your voice and follow that back. She also accelerates again.

Flam is faster than Cyril, only for what he is abusing his flesh.

Passing next to her and turning in front, she slaps, slaps, slaps, slaps the god eater with a strong will to 'let him get away with it' -!

With Shura's temporal shape, he defeats without allowing any counterattack.

"... Huh!?

A sword fell from Cyril's hand.

Her sword is also epic gear, soon to be a particle, and if you call it, it will be back on hand, but a gap will arise.

Flam's unleashed slaughter, Gagong! and tore a strong silver armor.

Congratulations Cyril.

Flying back trying to get distance, but not stomping through well.

Now it's impossible to escape the flam.

She grips the sword hard to avoid destroying the core.

"I got it!

Flam advanced and slammed the blade into his abdomen trying to slip away from Cyril.

For every guard by the sword, like crushing it.

Gagovo!

A heavyweight blow blows Cyril's body away.

The armor was dented and no longer useless.

Cyril, who is blown away, stabbed his sword to the ground and turned it into a stopper.

When the velocity is loose, it lands on both feet, further slowing down with sparks scattered between the boots of metal and the ground.

Finally stationary, she had to take off her armor and look inner.

But disappearing as epic equipment still means the enchant is alive, I guess.

In short, there's actually more difference between the two than the status peeked at in the scan, but should that no longer even be called an error?

Cyril's body is sweating.

It's evidence of being cornered.

"And one push!

Flam tells himself.

She was also fighting the pain by herself, seemingly standing around in her favor.

But in her case, it's also self-destructive.

The strain of Chi Yue's flashing "Planal Overdrive" is draining the body of the flam one by one.

Even if I could use it, one more time or two.

But in order to break through Cyril's guard and destroy the core, that depth will be needed.

That is, it can only be used once more with ease.

At the end of the day, you have to let it go in a situation where you can be sure that it will be stopped.

(Cyril's body is close to its limit, too. If they're used by origins too much, they could have sequelae, and we need to settle this soon)

In a different part from the core, the heart as a person is moving.

After the destruction of the core, life would be saved if Sarah and Seatum were given immediate treatment.

One way or another, the problem is...

(... now, don't think about it)

Flam shook his head.

Forget it.

No, we must not forget, but we must forget.

Flam's will is not intervened there.

I have to fulfill it - if it's true, I want to throw it away and get away with it, because I have a fucking mission.

(I mean, me, why are you fighting Cyril properly in a place like this? If you think calmly, you don't know why)

Not now, but I think again.

I've lived in a world where the world will perish, God will resurrect, who betrayed me, who died, even though it has nothing to do with that.

In the last few months, everything I see has changed.

He says he'll save the world, even though he was so weak that he just fell into tears and stood up with the hands of childhood tame Marine and Pyle.

(But that's, I guess, Cyril's with me)

Even she wouldn't have thought she was going to look like a monster and fight a flam.

(Guys, we're together)

Without that, there was a routine I didn't have to lose.

At least, that's tens of thousands - no, billions if you go back from the past.

That's how many lives I've taken.

Again, we have to end it.

To a world where heroes are not needed, we must be reborn.

If you're telling me that you can only do that for yourself...

(Even if they say so, they won't come pin, and I don't think you want to fight for something that big)

That doesn't seem like it.

Now, that's not what it takes to get ahead of the settlement and get sentimental.

(I end my nightmare. If a loved one close to me laughs, I'm happy. That's it, I can't believe why you fight no matter how much it hurts)

Flam exhales "Phew".

My heart hurts.

My lungs are hot as burnt too.

I don't feel like oxygen is going all over my body.

Still repeat your breathing.

Conscious and looking forward.

Cyril was also reluctant to push herself into unfavourable situations and step in.

I have a sword, and I'm anticipating the timing.

When Flam holds the God-eater with one hand in the middle, he also has strength in the other hand.

The wind stroked their cheeks.

Gold and orange hair shake.

sharpened concentration to the limit - a "voice” reaches the ear of the flam so as to inhibit it.

"Flam."

She tried to ignore it as Origin again, but things were not right.

"Hey, can you hear me? Flam '

"Cyril...... honey?

'Yeah, it's me. Origin told me to talk. "

It was Cyril's voice, which should be suppressed by the origincore.

Exactly upsetting flam.

I immediately tightened my mind to see if they would attack that gap, but the opponent wouldn't move.

"That's enough."

"Hey, what's up?

'Probably Flam, if you want to kill me, you can always kill me, right? That's what happened earlier.' Cause if you were crushing your head instead of your stomach, that would've been it. '

"There's no way I can do that! I came here to help Cyril too!

"But... Fram's body is the limit now."

"It's..."

I'm not deluding you about how much you tried not to think.

My heart and brain are the limits, and now I'm just holding that pain in with my mental strength.

If I don't push it any further, it will still go back to normal depending on the treatment.

But if you're still going to be horrible - the only thing left is a body that's no longer in use.

'So kill me. I don't want to see Flam hurt any more because of me!

"That's what you asked Origin?

'Yes, he told me to convince him to kill himself. If this happens, I won't be able to help you anymore.'

"Ha... that's why you're going to upset me"

Unfitting flam.

Cyril still persuades desperately.

'No, I'm just worried about Fram's body!

"Well, can I ask you something?

"What, Flam"

Freed up a little while, Flam said away.

"Origin, are you an asshole?

Shortly afterwards, he sticks his sword on the ground, explodes the poured plana, and is slashed by Cyril.

The look is cold as ice.

At first I was surprised only for a moment, but normally, now, here, for whatever reason, it turns out I know that Flam would be disturbed if she spoke up.

It must be an act of pulling a leg, whether it is intended to deceive you, but I mean it.

Most importantly - if Cyril wants it, she'll always say this in her case where she's really weak.

"Promise to go for a cake, sorry I couldn't fulfill it"

and.

Well, but those are just the result of a rational thought.

The biggest reason Flam overtook Cyril's persuasion is because of the inquisitiveness.

She heard the voice and intuited it.

You smell like origins (...), and.

"That's how you beat people's minds, without sexual punishment!

Cyril accurately accepts the slaughter that is carried out.

But she was pushed by force, twitching and she lagged behind.

"No, Fram."

"No, nothing's different!

"Flam."

"Shut up."

"Flam!"

"I'm telling you to shut up!

"Flam! How could you..."

Flam that penetrates rejection.

Then another voice mixed with Cyril's voice and clouded low.

"Can't you hear us?"

"Redemption"

"Dedicate."

"Atonement."

"It will only be fulfilled with your life"

Giri, and Flam rattle their teeth.

It still is.

That's what Origin does, just like Kimaira imitated human appearance.

Ugly, cruel, with an evil taste.

Means that do not appear to be roughly a choice of collective consciousness.

But - using such a clever hand also means that that's all Origin is being hunted down.

"Shh, shh, shh!

The giant blade of the Idea Blade (Plana Edge) hit Cyril.

She manages to take it, but she can't kill the power altogether, and she's disfigured.

Flam emitted the plana in his body all at once.

Cyrillic is pushed into the circle (planasphere) that wraps her up.

"Ha-ha-ha!

Skip the Plana Shaker Slash there.

The first shot twisted her body and dodged her, the second shot was taken with a sword, and in the third shot the sword was played and she lost her weapon.

Before it returns, Flam uses the magic of inversion to eject a cardiac spear (planasting).

Aim for the core abdomen.

"Shield"

Cyril prevented it with a magic shield.

But Flam doesn't loosen his hand in the attack.

A shaken God-eating pitch-black slaps the ground.

It is a winding storm - the Qi Sword Storm (Plana Storm).

Cyril's shield still holds up.

Get close there at once and fill your arms with plana.

The shield was shattered by a series of outrageous attacks, the Qi Sword Serial Slash (Plana Stream).

Cyril ejects Blaster as she retreats.

Before the impending beam of light, Flam quickly cuts his sword into crosses.

Then a plana shield was generated, which shed light into the void.

Still toward Cyril, who tries to unleash a blaster, Flam waves his sword at an unobtrusive speed, unleashing a chi sword (plana cluster) that unleashes countless blades of chi.

Zazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazazaza!

Furthermore, she stabbed a god eater at her own feet and injected a plana into the ground.

Shoot yourself with a balloon-like impact, closest to Cyril with a roaring thunderclap, Plana Assault Burst.

We can't make it back in time with Accelerate.

Once again, the sword trident is exchanged.

Then Cyril's silver sword was captured by a red net (...).

"Genocide Rules (Genocide Arts)/Contact Bride (Alanea)!"

As he approached him, he tore his arm from the inside by inversion and bled.

"Aura."

Cyril hated it and blew the flam off.

More swinging the sword quickly, erasing the wrapped blood.

Most of all, that's a hand in escape (...).

While the situation puts Cyril at a disadvantage.

Flying to Aura and dancing in the air, Flam also kicks Prana's wall and approaches her.

Wave your sword closer.

First of all, the blood snake bite (Angus) of how it looks.

Next is the Blood Blade Slash (Bloodshaker).

All the same, Cyril leans and avoids his body.

Next, Fram sticks his sword to the ground before - the Qi Sword Marker (Plana Grave).

A blade out of his foot hunts down the enemy.

But that won't hit.

Not yet, not stuffed.

They move exactly as they thought they would, and Flam grins with a niggle.

We made it there - and at the same time, we planted another attack - avoiding the Qi Sword Mark.

"Too bad it was a hassle there"

What emerged from my feet were three red blades.

Namely, genocide rules (Genocide Arts)/latent snake bites (Cerpens).

One of them wounded Cyril's leg.

As long as she has a body of people, she can't escape the venom of genocide rules (Genocide Arts).

Obviously, the movement was dull.

(Now!

Chi Yue flashed "Planal Overdrive," now is the time to settle with that power.

Flam put his hand on his chest.

"Alter Ego"

Cyril, unable to move as she thinks she will, creates her own identity.

What are you going to do with it?

I do say that the identities I created can move freely, but I can't even stop the accelerating flam to that extent.

But without aiming at her, she ran out the day after tomorrow.

(What do you mean?

Confused.

And understand immediately.

Ahead of that... we're done fighting, the Eternas.

"You won't be able to do it all."

"But you're alone."

About the two of us.

"I think I can kill you"

Origin has been whispering as he guides Flam's thinking.

But with it or not, Flam can't abandon them.

"Grr!

With a mixed groan of remorse and anguish, Flam followed his split back and activated the Chi Yue Flash "Planal Overdrive".

But the classification moves as fast as if it's activating "accelerate”.

No, you're probably using the magic power separately from the main unit.

But at speed, the flam is better.

A sword is protruded on its back and a pierced tip pops out of its chest.

The split was extinguished, and he had eyes with his run-down companions.

Only those that could be fought were in a collisional position, but that's why it's so subtle to say if they stopped the "blaster” by Alter Ego.

A relieved, exhaling flam about being helped by one of my people for the first time.

Then Saila said as she pointed to the sky.

"Hey, up there!

Flam looks up.

It was midday and the stars blinked.

It's "Satellite” - no matter how much Cyril is weakened right now, its power is too much to involve Zeon and Seatum who can't move yet.

"Ku......!

Instant judgment was required.

Regardless, it is not something that can be stopped by chi sword slaughter (plana shaker), etc.

The air pole wall (planar shield) can't prevent it.

We have to bump into each other's forces.

Flam looked up into the sky, twisting his body and gripping the god eater with both hands.

Eterna realizes something when she sees it, squeezes her hand forward and reinforces the blade with ice.

I don't have time to thank you.

But a moment of eye contact was enough to convey each other's thoughts.

Furthermore, from above the ice, the Idea Blade (Planar Edge) is reinforced.

Zeion and Seatum also reach out.

Negas pours out his magic without it, and Saila, who can't use any more magic, prays hard with her hands on top of each other.

Light, flame, wind, and darkness for the three gave great power to the God-eater.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The flam jumps up, circles around with a huge sword, and releases his hand.

Chi Sword Throw (Planus Lower) rises with more power and thoughts than ever before.

And falling meteors and encounts.

over the sky, scattering power as it emits a sun-like light.

"Ahhh...... duh!

The landed flam exhaled heavily.

The satellite would have stopped at this.

But that's not the end of it.

At Cyril's disposal, who appeared, the sword had already been grasped.

Flam, on the other hand, remains bare hands.

"Alter Ego Southern Blade"

A sword increased to dozens rises behind Cyril.

And when you put your hand in front of it, you arc and fly to target the injured as a priority.

I guess she doesn't already have enough magic left to release blasters and satellites with those swords.

But that's enough to kill those who can't move.

"Saila, hey!

"Chi no!

All I'm saying is that I'm going to sacrifice myself, and Negas hugs Saila, and Zeion hugs Seatum.

Regardless, there was no way Fram would have allowed such barbarity.

"You'll be too much of a little villain the way you do, but you're awesome!

Fierce emotions, burning anger.

Behind the flam, an equal number of swords line up.

Knight Swordsmanship (Cavaliers Arts)/Thought Sword (Plana Blade).

She similarly put her hands in front of her and ejected those swords toward Cyril's sword.

They are cut in the air - the blade of the flam crushes the power of the thin, dirty origins.

Using Cyril's voice, I couldn't scratch one.

Targeting my people, I couldn't kill anyone as one.

The light in the sky disappears at some point, and the God-eater returns to Fram's hand.

"... it's over now, right?"

There is no longer any chance of winning an Origin that could not have had a result, even if it was rampaged without shaping.

Competition available.

If you admit to losing a lot and spontaneously spit your core out, fine.

But there's no way Origin could have such an intriguing virtue.

Flam grips the pattern higher than his shoulder and points a cursed sword tip at Cyril.

The end is in an instant.

Destroy the core in such a moment that it does not even leave corruption due to the curse.

Hand placed on chest.

When his heart rang, a white spark scattered across his vision.

A blank of expanding consciousness.

Connect yourself by will.

(Now...... last)

Yes - the real deal, the last flash of chi "Planal Overdrive".

Otherwise, the price will no longer be the price.

Blood to be sent out.

Power that fills your whole body.

Convert it into a plana with an accelerating consciousness.

I didn't know if the flam now had a series of processes happening for less than a second, or if it had been a few minutes.

No, I guess it's a flash of events in common sense, but by then, even the sense of time had chipped away.

(Mr. Gadio taught me some hell of a move, too, didn't he?)

and so on and laughing inside, but I don't forget to thank you.

Naturally, I don't resent it.

Because without this, you probably wouldn't have beaten Cyril.

"Duh, duh!

The soles of my feet kick the earth.

A raised body.

Skip the ground rinse and proceed as you tear air with the blade.

At the end of his gaze, Cyril's appearance.

During the minimum time a person can recognize, its limit value, proceed with a distance of a few meters.

Even for Cyril, who has a feeling beyond people's knowledge, the appearance can no longer only be described as discrete (...).

You can't see it with your eyes continuously.

In response to such a move, she was at her best merely defending her own core with a sword.

And the god-eating cuttoe touches the belly of that sword.

The flam slows sharply.

Loads of fallen speeds hit Cyril.

Wow!

The human body alone can't take it, “force” overflows from her back, everything that exists on the straight line - even the outer walls of Seleid, which were still safe, blow up.

That's all the power, the load on the silver blade isn't half as good either.

"Gu... ohhhh...!

The arm receiving takes the limit and causes internal bleeding.

That doesn't stop, it rips and blood overflows all by itself.

The fingers, the wrist next, and then the bones of the entire arm were crushed to the ground.

"Gi...... yi......! Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

In addition, the blade itself also contains cracks.

The highest sword treated as a national treasure in the kingdom is scattered in pieces.

There is no longer anything stopping Flam's sword.

"It won't stop."

Mourning origins.

"Why?

He understands.

"Peace was supposed to be right there."

thousands of years and the years of his reign that have followed have come to an end,

"Why can't I get what I want?"

That death is no longer inevitable.

God-eating touched Cyrillic's skin.

When the blade dives into the body and finds a crystal with a stiff tip, the magic of inversion flows in at once.

The contents of the core begin to rotate backwards, and the crystals self-destruct by the negative energy produced.

Furthermore, the power of the spike itself makes a hole in Cyrillic's body and the core body drains out of the body as well.

That's the minimal scratch you need to save her.

Immediately Flam erased the divine eating and held Cyril's body with both hands as he fell into it.

My feet flutter.

He said he's been hitting the weight of scattered megatons (classes), but he can't even support the human body the moment the battle is over.

Show your teeth, laugh bitterly, but somehow stabilize.

Then he grabbed Cyril's arm on his shoulder and took her near Saila and Seatum as he dragged her.

"Recover... please..."

The spiral face slowly returns to the form of the original person.

However, by the way, the skin has peeled off, the wound has opened, and it has become distorted.

The body was similarly scratched by just a recoil back to man, though not as much as the face.

But it should probably heal with healing magic.

As I lay Cyril's body on the ground, I laid my hands around them and began to heal with magic.

The effect was immediate.

The painful marks clog as I look at them, and my face, returns to its original adorable neat.

I saw her peaceful expression, which I hadn't seen in a long time, and smiled so that Flam would be caught as well.

"Cyril, are you okay now?"

If I can see that through, enough is enough.

Flam turns his back on Cyril and walks on the ruins of Demon King's Castle.

I remember where the stairs were, but they're completely buried in the rubble.

Most importantly, with her powers now, she would be able to blow it just as easily.

"Flam, are you going?

Eterna spoke up.

The stopping flam answers slowly and retrospectively.

"Phew... yes, I feel like I'll never be able to stand up again if I rest"

Her smile has no power.

The limits had passed by so many.

Now it's even past the last limit and even the pain is beginning to paralyze.

"Yes, Mr. Eterna. Please... I do."

"If I should stay with you, I'll be happy to follow you"

"That's not right. Or vice versa. I want you to take us all and get out of Seleid."

Eterna with her neck hanging.

She asked with a surprised look.

"For what?

"Inverting the origins doesn't make the energy made disappear. It just flips and generates negative energy. Because of this, this area will disappear."

Eterna was stunned before Flam, who said it without even a sense of sadness.

There, after Cyril's treatment, Saila, who ran out of magic, intervenes out loud.

"So, Fram, what happens to you?

"I wonder if I'll get involved"

"What, so easy...... do you know that, milkit lady?!?

"I know."

Flam answering openly.

"Oh, I'm in trouble if I'm mistaken, because it's not like I'm gonna die, is it? Look, when you flip the core, doesn't that mean the crystal can crush with negative energy? There's going to be a bigger version of it, and there's going to be a" hole ”in the world. So, Sereid seems to have reason to be sucked in there."

"Who told you that?"

Zeion is probably listening, alright.

Flam also returned it like this after understanding it.

"Of course (...), from Gene"

Everyone except Sheetum sighed loudly.

"Hey, why are you all looking at me like that?

Confused sheetum.

Zeion put his hand on her head, pong without saying anything.

And tell her with a gaze that the reason is behind her because it will be longer.

"I wonder if there's any guarantee I'll be back."

"Looks like there's a way. Oh, yeah... this armor, it's Mr. Leetus' shape, and you should give it back."

When Flam called in the wounded Abyss Mail, he took it off and placed it in front of Sheetum and Zeion.

It is no longer just armor with the remnants of the curse, but it should mean somewhat to both of us.

"I'm sorry, I broke it"

"I don't mind if you use your armor."

"But are you okay? You're going to get weaker for your gear."

"It's okay, I have the rest"

"... what?

Seatum shakes his neck.

But Fram just grinned and turned away without saying anything.

"... Flam, are you sure you can come home?

As she tried to pass next to Eterna, she said with a lonely look.

It's a rare face for her.

I am so glad that Eterna spares me a goodbye from the heart that for Flam right now, it makes me cry.

In fact, I don't have that kind of strength.

"I think Flam's hiding something."

"Mr. Eterna is sharp."

Fram told me to tear it up.

"Actually, I don't know how many years it will take before I can come back. Maybe ten years, maybe fifty years."

"Is it true that for such a long time, Oi can be trapped ahead of being sucked in!?

"No, no. Whatever, he said that time could flow differently, and even if he tried to get back soon, time would slip away. So I'm not gonna wait, but it's like I'm gonna keep everyone waiting. haha."

Flam who dares answer cheerfully, but that looked extra painful from Eterna.

……

"What is it, Mr. Eterna, with such a sad face"

"The truth is, I don't think you like it."

"That's not true - I just wanted to say..."

There was a slight shadow on the look on Flam's face, and his gaze looked down.

"That's right."

with a slightly lower voice, she said.

"But the only thing that can save this world that Milkit lives in is my power. So we just have to do it no matter how bad we hate it"

If Milkit and I had a way out, Fram would have chosen it without hesitation.

Whoever strangled her, she doesn't have that much responsibility.

But now, that's the only way.

"Why, I'm going. Thank you for the mill kit."

If you tell that in the light tone you made, now it's time to head to a place in the castle of the demon king and stab a god eater in the ground.

Then the debris blew up and a staircase appeared leading to the basement.

Beyond, in a deep place, lies the body of the Origin.

This is the second time we've met in person.

Just imagine that disgusting look, and Flam's head hurts.

But now it's always painful, and honestly I can't remember very well, so there was nothing in the way to recall it.

And when I took the first step - the voice of the weak girl, but clearly reached Fram's ear.

"Flam......"

This time, really, that's Cyril's voice.

While holding her head with one hand, she woke up her torso and looked at Flam with thin open eyes.

That's what you should call a brave man, an amazing life force, even though there was some healing magic.

"It's my fault... how could Flam..."

Flam tells himself, 'This is the last time,' and turns around.

And I made a desperate smile.

"No, it's not Cyril's fault. Instead, Cyril had to unseal the Origin so he wouldn't have been able to defeat him completely."

Sealing completely inhibits interference from the outside.

Sure, Diza had a small hole in the seal, but to that extent, she wouldn't have been able to infuse enough magic to destroy the origins.

In other words, unsealing by Cyril was essential to defeat Origin.

"I don't... I don't..."

Don't cry.

"I can't... I can't. Oh yeah, if I go with you, get out with a return......!

"Weren't you supposed to be at the point of return, Demon King Castle?

"Ah..."

In the first place, it is suspicious that returns could be used on Cyril now that he has almost exhausted his magic.

"I told you, I'll be right back."

"At that time... I don't know if I'm still alive..."

"Because if I'm lucky, they'll be back sooner, and I'm going to try my best,"

"... Flam."

"Hey, no more, don't... Cyril"

Tears also float in Flam's eyes as he is induced into Cyril's tears.

No, it's not just Cyril - it's also moisturizing Sarah and Eterna's eyes.

They show me that stuff, and I'm not a heart strong enough flam to bear.

Wipe her tears in the palm of her hand, shaking her lips, yet she continues to make a hard smile.

"Uh... oh, something... I don't know what to say... eh. I have to go now."

My head turns bright white and I can't think together well.

So the last thing Flam uttered - was a simple word, like a child jealous of the sunset cedary sky.

"... bye bye, see you later"

That's what I said in my trembling voice, waving.

And now it's time to turn his back, and Fram disappeared behind the stairs.

Keep going, no lights, steps full of darkness, down to the basement.

Try not to think about it, even.

Slightly from the ground, I felt like I heard Cyril whimpering.