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

When she can get in touch with Saila, Flam carries the victims to headquarters all at once.

By then, the medical magicians had already been contacted by Saila, and the treatment began immediately by taking the victim's physical form.

Later, Sarah herself and Negas also arrive and head to the treatment room.

Around that time, Fram reported the matter to Henriette and went on to decide it was an emergency, just in case Eterna and Cyril also called.

Then enough later, Eterna and Cyril came to HQ with Milkit and sleepy ink.

Henriette and Otilier have already arrived and will rent a meeting room at the Association's headquarters for discussions.

As Saila's deputy, when Negas came into the room with an idea of the victim's situation, the sharing of information began first.

"For one thing, the treatment is going well. Somehow my life is going to be connected."

Negas told me you were here.

(Even if it's so straight in two, you can treat it as long as you're alive. Maybe it's not such a long story to be able to bring a really dead person back to life)

Unlike other faces that have seen advances in technology up close, Flam has seen four years at once.

Sometimes I was confused when I said I'd already gotten used to it after a few months.

Soon, however, Flam regains his mind and casts a simple doubt on Negas.

"People with amputated upper and lower bodies - from what I saw, the amputation surface was blocked, wasn't it? Wouldn't a wound that's naturally healed be magically incurable, like the mark of my slave or Mr. Eterna's arm? Or did Saila use the magic of the example?

"No, it wasn't like that was healing (...). It was just blocked forcefully."

"I heard the situation from Flam earlier, too, but the story was that the bleeding was stopped. But I can't figure out that it hasn't healed. Hemostasis should be in the cure."

Go on, Eterna asks.

"You were right, the blood had stopped. But it just stopped."

"Don't even think about it. What's the difference between stopping the bleeding and saying," I was just stopping ”? Word play...... I guess that doesn't mean"

"Is it like we use genocide rules to stop the flow of blood?"

Even in the words of Henriette and Otilier, Neigus is still a troubled face.

"That's all I'm saying. I'm not a therapist, so I only know what Saila told me. But as much as Sarah was in trouble, so what?"

"I mean, Sarah doesn't even know why the blood stopped and why the wounds are blocked?

Neigus nodding at the words of ink.

I had no idea why such a phenomenon had occurred, and the faces gathered were beheaded.

"I mean... you just got cut off or something magically done, and there's no sign of that?

"I think so."

"Then how could I have divided a person's body into two parts... I guess I'm worried because I don't know this"

"Maybe it's the lack of trace, the lack of clarity that characterizes it."

"Fly the process, just break off the human body..."

Milkit reacts to Eterna's words.

"Maybe you mean a rare attribute, just like your husband?

Negas didn't snort, but neither does he deny it.

There's no certainty, but apparently, she thinks it's likely.

As the story of the flams continued, the call sounded on the communication terminal with Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr -.

Henriette takes a seat when she bows her head and leaves the room.

Looks like Intelligence called.

Immediately after his arrival at headquarters, Henriette had asked the intelligence department to reconcile him with the innkeeper's guests in a name she had heard from a conscious victim.

Sooner rather than later, the results seem to have returned.

At the end of the communication, Henriette returns to the room with a face that does not float.

Everyone followed her gaze as she walked to the next door to Otilier and sat back in the chair.

"Mr. Henriette, how did it go?

"Oh, definitely disappeared from the inn (...) Looks like he was a traveler"

When Henriette says so, she goes on to say it, looking at the flam as if she couldn't say it.

"And... the victim said he was definitely in the inn until tonight. The innkeeper didn't know exactly what time it was, but at least, Fram, he said it was later than the time you started watching."

Eyes open, amazing flam.

"That's it! 'Cause I've been watching you ever since, haven't I? At least he said he'd notice if someone was abducted and his body detached like that!

She doesn't overestimate her abilities, but she doesn't underestimate them.

I actually tried it and found out, but with Flam now, if it was about the size of Consilia (...), it would be possible to constantly monitor the whole thing.

If we concentrate a little, we will also be able to detect the movement of signs in the building.

"But in fact, that person has been abducted at that time - and we trust Flam. That you can't miss it right now."

"Naturally. Your husband noticed a rat running at the end of the road at lunch today."

"The killer let him scratch his eyes. Moreover, it is a considerable number of people who have been sacrificed. Perhaps he used a rare attribute, similar to the way he mutilated the victim's body when it came to kidnapping."

"As capable as we want to scout, if not such a hound killer"

"So, the carriage that Fram saw is also capable of doing that? He said he twisted and disappeared... but it doesn't feel right, he said it would twist."

If you ask that, everyone remembers Origin.

Naturally, Fram remembered the same thing.

"That girl... I'm not sure who she is because her face was so tiny, but I... you feel like you know her face"

"Are you saying you've met your husband before?

"Yeah. I wonder if you mean the person who originated it. But there are just too few decent parts (...) that I could see, and I can't remember until someone clearly."

"It could be a case that has something to do with Flam."

"Hey, I wonder if this has anything to do with what I was saying"

Also on the wall, Cyril, who was listening, opens her mouth for the first time.

"Is that the story your junior knew about the past? I'm sorry, but I still don't know who it spilled from."

"No, I haven't been able to give you a big clue either, so don't worry about it"

I contacted Henriette a few hours ago.

I don't even think Cyril would find a clue that fast.

"If it had anything to do with it, it would mean that there's someone in Concilia who knows Cyril's past and can manipulate rare attributes... but that seems to identify him."

"A little bit, but... what does the rumor that Saila said, that a dead person is moving also matter"

"If what Milkit is saying is right, the killer is talking about us, right? I have bitter memories. I use Necromancy technology to bring back dead people, and I also dig back into Cyril's past that I want to keep sealed, and I even use a kid who says Flam knows his face to carry him in a carriage. It's connected to us."

"I don't think I have anything to do with ink, either. It's just that, so far, the killer's purpose is too vague, except for the part where the target is us. Especially around where we were separating humans and carrying them in carriages."

"The very sense of what you're doing sounds like a church when you were researching the Origin Core, doesn't it? At least, it's not people with decent values doing it."

"Is it necessary for a ritual to bring a dead person back to life, or something? Then again, a former Church official..."

The speculation spreads.

But none of them felt that something was slightly off, even if they came close as a reason.

(Fools who just provoke the flam, they don't. At that point, the plan and everything will collapse. Well, if they find us this way, it's the same thing, but so far, the killer doesn't look like he's aggressively setting something up against Flam. On the other hand, to me - assuming it's the same person who taught Chocolate's parents about my past - directly, using Chocolate's vengeance, I've been trying)

But the plan collapsed due to Chocolate's change of heart.

No, that's not even strict enough to say what the plan is.

Ambiguous, at the mercy of luck, and above all too long.

(Even if the killer's aim was me... there must have been a better way to do it. Are you moving cautiously because you don't want the Flams to find you? Even so, I don't know why I would choose an uncertain method of sending in chocolate)

The same offense is only a possibility yet.

It just so happens that the timing overlaps and it just so happens to look like the same killer, Necromancy, the kidnapping, and Chocolate - all of which still remain a possibility that someone else separately is up to it.

"We will continue to identify the victim. We're going to continue to use intelligence to investigate Cyril's past leaks and the whereabouts of the carriage."

Henriette said so, as to close the conversation.

"I'll call the terminal as soon as I know."

Rather than continue talking here, this is the stage where we should move and look for evidence.

If you want to share information, there is a handy tool called a communication terminal.

"Me and Saila can go to the club for a while. Exactly when it comes to regenerating the entire lower body, it won't be that easy. Call me if you need anything."

"Negas, I want you to meet me with the victim, if you like. I want to see with my own eyes exactly what the cutting surface is like."

"Eterna would be fine. Rather, something more reliable for me to be there for when the patient's condition changes"

"Then I'll wait here."

"You can sleep something else"

"That's not how Eterna hangs in there... Huh... Ha!? Hey, that's different now!

"Or I want you to sleep. You don't have to force it on me."

"Mmmm...... ok"

"Phew, I'll show you to the dormant room."

Eterna and the ink seem to remain at HQ.

And of course, Fram...

"I will continue to keep an eye on the city. It doesn't mean there won't be more casualties yet."

"Now you're going to follow me, too"

"Yeah, I guess you'd feel safer with me"

With Milkit, it's city surveillance.

Then only one Cyril will remain.

"What do you do with Cyril?

"I..."

What floats in the back of your brain is what Chocolate looks like.

Yesterday she finally dissolved her obsession and seemed determined to do something herself.

But if Chocolate's “teacher” is the mastermind of this case, we can't let it go yet.

"As usual, can I go to work?

Cyril reluctantly said - Flam grinned - that this selfishness was just as sorry as everyone was moving.

"I think that's a good idea too. With Cyril, Mr. Chocolate's safe."

I didn't mean to make it clear, especially because of the chocolate - well, needless to say, it's natural to be spotted.

Cyril scratches her cheek in embarrassment.

No one disputes her decision.

Dismissed as it was and as everyone headed to their respective holding areas, Cyril walked back home alone through the city late at night.

◇ ◇ ◇

The next morning, Crosswell was in a dorm built near the institute, lying in bed.

Originally, with as much income as he should be able to have a mansion in the East Side, but he continues to refuse.

This cramped room is more suited to sex.

Crosswells that often look up at the ceiling.

I haven't had a long connection with the act of sleep.

He wasn't asleep, he was just lying down and organizing his thoughts.

Then the next moment, his sight - distorted, twisted, alien face fills.

Most of my hair just falls out and has sparse purple hair.

He moves his mouth, which is so painfully in the shape of a person, that he utters a plundering voice.

"Oh, oh, yeah. Oh, hey."

To a boring greeting, Crosswell smiles.

He reached out lovingly and replied in a calm voice when he touched her squeaky cheek.

"Oh, good morning"

Then the monster smiled.

But soon, he drops his shoulders and gets depressed.

"Go, go, go. I'm sorry, hmm. All right, all right. Fine. Squeezy, shy, shy."

"Don't be dramatic, they were just bad."

"But, thigh. Mitsuya, huh? Mitsuka. Then, let go? Do-do?"

"Adjust. I don't want to change it as much as possible, but it doesn't work either. Will you forgive me?

"Ooh, ooh. Do it, just do it. Happy, Shishi"

"Right...... thanks"

Croswell, waking up his body, gently embraced the monster.

She, embraced, also twisted, trembling hands, turning to his back.

"I'm sorry. Produce it as good and use it as good."

"Fine. Fine. Me, me, no. Ki, ah. No, but... Oh, my God, I'm doing it. Happy."

Hearing the words, Crosswell put even more effort into his arms.

"I can't find any signposts. No, maybe it's nowhere else."

"You. Oh, Meng. Wow, wow, me, me. I can't be. I know, I know, I know."

"That's okay. Even if the ahead I'm supposed to go is gone - woohoo, tiny enough to think I don't care about it compared to before, it's like a pebble rolling on the side of the road, but still, to me now, it's the only mark. So please... help me, to this impudent and ugly brother"

"Kasu. Lots, kasu. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. things. Later. Kasu. I'll give it to you, why, mbu"

When he was stroked by Crosswell, the monster seemed pleasant and slightly narrowed the organ in the eye if it were a decent human being.

◇ ◇ ◇

The next morning, Chocolate left the house as usual.

My father has been gentle since yesterday, my mother is calm, and I don't blame Chocolate for continuing to hang out with Cyril.

It's peaceful, it's warm, there shouldn't be any problems or anything - I'm worried about nothing happening, on the contrary.

She's not supposed to be there, she speaks to Chocolate, who knocked over the door with a dark face.

"That's what I look like when I get out of the house. You don't look good."

As I looked up, there was Cyril smiling mischievously.

"Seniors!? Why are you here!

"I'm always waiting for you, and it wouldn't have been convenient if I'd waited?

"It's not like that... So, you haven't even done it once before!

"I just said I was in that mood today"

The matter of last night's incident has not yet been made public.

Because if the story spreads that all of a sudden there are many people who have been mutilated alive - and so on, confusion is inevitable.

It's not something I can hide through, so it'll be out of touch soon, but now I can't say it.

Come on, let's go.

"... Seniors are here because of you, why don't you take your time?

"If that's what you want, I still am. Don't be late."

"I'm a little late. My master's asleep anyway."

"Haha, you must be."

And the two of them made a short stop and headed to the store.

In the meantime, I felt the distance was closer than usual, I'm sure it wasn't Chocolate's thoughts or anything.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Cyril and Chocolate arrived at the store, the indicative teachet was still asleep.

Cyril wakes her up cluttered like she's used to, getting dressed and getting to work in the morning.

Teachet looks sleepy, but after five minutes he shows up in the kitchen.

"The way I wake you up every day is getting rampant."

"It's proof that you're getting worse asleep."

"Unadorable apprentice...... All right, Chocolate, show him how cute it is!

"Oh, I don't like it."

"Instant answer!? Your apprentice is cold!

Teachet to get to work, with a roar.

It is the same morning as usual, including where she is cold.

(Even with that happening, the city is peaceful if it's not even on the table. Hopefully, it will be resolved with almost no one knowing as it is)

Hopefully so, Cyril spreads the cream over the sponge cake.

Chocolate silently cuts the fruit, and Teachet is perfectly drowsy, working out baked confectionery dough with a serious look.

Sometimes noisy stores have quiet, air-stressed timings.

Their concentration lasted for dozens of minutes - with the sounds of ringing intercom, puffy interruptions.

"Mm-hmm! Luggage again? Who is it? I asked for it. Huh!

It was a good place, and Teachet moans in a beautiful way.

"You'll only have a master like that. Come out."

"Chocolate, Cyril's cold."

"I'm busy too, please"

"You guys come on, there's no respect for the master or anything like that!? Come on, I really don't remember asking!?

"At the very least, say that when you can wake up every day"

"I agree with seniors"

"Ugh... Ugh... Damn, remember. Yikes!

Tische leaves a throwaway dialogue, swinging his arms left and right and rushing to the back door.

And I opened the door, and I thought I'd pick up my stuff.

"What the heck? Ahhh!?

Such a scream echoed into the kitchen.

Teachet stands next to Cyril and asks her as she returns in a doozy footsteps.

"Ha... Phew... hey Cyril, did you talk about us... becoming a steaker?

"What are you talking about"

"You didn't. Am I right? Okay, that's fine. It proved I was decent."

"No, it's crazy enough, Master. What happened to you?

"First... follow me without saying anything. Chocolate can stay here. Or maybe you should stay."

"... ha"

Chocolate is decent.

Of course, Cyril. 'Cause that was the same.

What did Teachet see before he went to pick up his baggage?

What does that have to do with a steaker?

Without any idea, we head to the back door in the form of a teachet pulling us.

And Cyril looked beyond the open door - convinced by the reason Teachet shouted.

"What, this..."

Stacked crates so as to block the way out of the back door onto the surface.

It's an amount that I don't think a single delivery person can carry.

Is it something that emanates from inside the box, or is there a mixture of raw odor and iron odor around it, full of unpleasant odors.

"When I left, there was no one else, and this was all I had left. Without the sender's name, it doesn't even say the destination. Hey, Cyril, what do you think this is about?

"... I'll take a look. Master, if you have a bad feeling, keep your eyes closed."

Cyril approaching the box.

The smell becomes even stronger.

Teachet weighed his responsibilities as a store owner and the fierce unpleasant feeling he felt as an individual - closing his eyes and trying not to look.

Cyril reaches for the lid and opens the box, I think.

You were right about the master.

"Sure, though it is more (...) unnatural without..."

What Cyril, whining so, saw was a human lower body (...), stuffed in a cucumber in a box.

If the first box is then the contents of the stacked and lined boxes are probably the same.

"Hey, Cyril. What was that? Inside, what was in there!?

To the frightened teachet, Cyril replied with as calm a voice as possible.

"Master, don't ask me anything, go back to the store with your eyes closed. I'll take care of the rest."

"I knew you were nasty, didn't I? You didn't send us the wrong steakhouse or anything!?

"If you connect to steak too much, you won't be able to eat meat from tomorrow. Please, go back in person."

"It's too late for you to hear that!

While complaining, the teachet obeys the instructions.

Where she returns indoors and the door closes with a baton, Cyril observes the box again as she takes the communication terminal out of her pocket.

Perhaps it was because time had passed, from between the trees and the trees, and the scratch-red blood seeped out, and it was dripping.

"Due to the colour of the blood, it's still new... how long have you lived? Some of yesterday's people will be saved more than dead."

But obviously they don't fit the numbers.

There may also be “parts” of the victims found, but it seems more human than otherwise.

That means that so many deaths are occurring in this conciliar, while almost no one knows.

"And you sent this to me, which means I'm after all the aim. But he's not looking at me, and there's no sign of him. Just harassment? I'm working on it. Well, we'll think about it later. Anyway now - I need to call someone. I'm sorry about the master, but I guess the store is closed today."

Cyril taking out the terminal, bumping and whining to calm her mind.

For one thing, she decided to consult with the most dependable flam.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Fram heard from Cyril, he literally came to the store “for a moment”.

And even though I'm used to it, when I see that unusual sight and look at my face, I leave it to Cyril to contact the other faces and start searching for the killer nearby.

Nevertheless, there was just one thing about the carriage.

What you wouldn't find was how Flam acted with an understanding as well.

It was not until enough time after that that that a man of the army arrived at the call.

The soldiers look at the seeping box of blood when they arrive, a little.

From behind them like that, there was a man stretching out his back and asking how he looked forward.

"Isn't that Mr. Burt?"

Flam, coming back, spoke to him as he stood behind Bart in his personal clothes.

"Noooo!? Oh, don't surprise me."

"I'm losing my mind."

"I haven't switched my mind since the holidays."

"I see, you were called even though it was off duty"

"But wasn't it early for that?

When Cyril says so, Burt drops his shoulder disappointingly.

"I happen to have a street. Why don't you just watch your men panic and let them go?

Bart is a sweet boss, but he was also a hard worker to cheap on with something.

"So, what's in this box?"

"Wow!?

Open the lid, and the soldier screams and buttocks.

Even if I was listening in advance, that would be the normal reaction.

"Ha... you were talking about a massive jam in the lower body of a human being"

"Yes. Looks like the killer pushed the intercom firmly, but the master shouldn't have seen that. And of course, I couldn't find it, not even Flam, who ran right at me."

"When it comes to carrying all this number, it won't be possible unless even the carriage uses it. That even scratched Flam Apricot's eyes and disappeared without any trace."

Without going down any road, he carries in an instant a number of boxes that extend to double digits, and the person he carries disappears so that he cannot be found in the flam - something like that, even magic, would be impossible to do without using.

"Definitely because of something similar to the carriage I saw yesterday..."

"As a precaution, let the soldiers ask if there are any witnesses. And can I speak to the employees of this store?"

"If necessary. However, neither Master nor Chocolate know this is happening yet, so please be careful even if you tell them the facts."

"I understand. Instruct them to blur the contents of the box as much as possible."

Bart spoke to a soldier whose face was bright blue and made him head into the store.

Cyril, on the other hand, stands bluntly staring at the box.

A worried flam approached her and called out.

"Cyril, are you okay?

"... yeah, I'm fine. I was just thinking."

"Now you've got your aim clear. I don't know, I'd rather be with Cyril."

"That's good. Because it's true that at least dozens of people are dead in Concilia. Flam has to protect those people."

"But Cyril..."

"So far, you're blatantly targeting me, and they're like, 'Now you're doing a cake shop and you're at peace. You know what you can do about that woman,' right? I'm still gonna be able to fight this, and I was gonna show it to you a while back."

"Oh, for that reason...? Well, sure, Kirill, that sounds more like you're getting stronger than before. I still don't think my body's gone, and I don't know if it's a problem."

"No problem. So Flam seems to be Flam, protect the people of the city."

"It's nothing. I'm not aware of it like me or anything. That's not the pattern."

That being said, it is Flam who helps.

Eventually, as Cyril told me, Flam left the scene and resumed his city watch.

Then, as Cyril looks at the chocolate and the master to be interviewed inside the store, a soldier enters through the front entrance.

Apparently, Bart called, and he led me to the back door, and he's going to bring out the example box.

As for Cyril, I appreciate it.

Even though it is a place to serve delicious cakes, it is commercially good that the smell of human meat has been stained.

If possible, as it is, for the reputation of the store, I only pray that the fact that the box has been sent will also be buried in the darkness.

Cyril, who was looking behind the soldiers as they were sucked into the back door, noticed the feeling of her sleeves being pulled modestly and turned around.

There stood a chocolate with a weak face.

"I just heard a soldier say, is it true that a person's lower body was sent...?

Inside, 'Those Ponky Soldiers...!' and poisoning Cyril.

You probably heard the group that came in earlier talking, not the soldiers you were listening to.

If they find out, there's no way to delude them.

Instead, if you mislead it poorly, it will only further agitate Chocolate's anxiety.

"Yeah... it was packed in a box"

"Oh, no..."

Blood draws away from the chocolate.

Cyril rushed to support her as she lay her hands on her forehead and nearly collapsed.

"Excuse me, seniors. Thank you......"

"Don't push me. You should rest."

"But - no, that's right. I'm going to do what my senior says. Master's room, can I use it..."

"I'll ask. Chocolate, sit here."

"Yes. Hehe, seniors at times like this are usually sweet,"

"Even Chocolate doesn't seem to be able to afford to be kidding"

"Actually, what if I told you this one was vegan?

"That's it, I think he's a cute junior"

Cyril turned to his master, who was still talking to the soldiers.

◇ ◇ ◇

Cyril, who got permission from his master, quickly took Chocolate upstairs.

She walks escorted by Cyril, she looks embarrassed somehow.

When they looked like that, Cyril was a little embarrassed too, but now she decided not to care.

Putting chocolate to sleep is a top priority.

"Master's bedroom doesn't smell like alcohol surprisingly..."

When I walked into the room, Chocolate said so.

I guess it was the best joke I could do to make Cyril worry as much as possible.

"I smell like alcohol when I'm hungover. I wonder if he's in person."

"Hehe. What do you care, seniors, it's worse than me,"

Chocolate lies down in bed.

Cyril quickly put a gentle futon over her.

"It's true, so I can't help it"

I'm not going to disparage you or slap you in the pussy.

Whatever it is, it's as grand as it sounds in front of him.

"Because if you need a drink, I'll bring it"

"It helps. But what if there's only alcohol?"

"... you're in trouble because it seems really possible"

"Haha, right"

"At that time, I guess I'll have to borrow some juice from the store. Shall we cut the fruit together?"

"Yes, I'll contact you on your device if you want it"

"Well, you don't have to bother contacting me, I'm gonna be here for a while."

Saying so and Cyril smiled, Chocolate blushed and dyed her cheeks slightly red.

But he's still pale.

Kirill strokes her head gently as she touches her.

"Um... seniors"

"Hmm?"

"That's how easy it is to skin, because I knew I was living with those two...?

Those two probably mean Flam and Milkit.

But I wasn't particularly aware that Cyril was sticky.

"You didn't like this?

"Yes, no. I'm just not used to it. Is this normal?"

"It's nothing. I don't do it to anyone. Just a friendly opponent"

"... thank you"

"Is that where you thank me? Pfft. I'm the one who thanked you for letting me touch it."

Chocolate is tickling, but she doesn't refuse.

Cyril stayed put and decided to do so until she settled down.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cyril, can I have a moment? -!

Then from the ground floor, I heard a soldier calling Cyril.

When she blatantly looks disgusted, "Huh," Chocolate laughs inadvertently as she erupts.

"Fine, go. Seniors can rely more than soldiers. There are only things a man with the power of a brave man can do, I'm sure."

"In that case, I don't like it extra because when I'm relied upon, I get into a lot of trouble"

"Don't say that to him, the soldier will be in trouble"

"Don't you miss Chocolate?

"I miss you...... yeah, well, for real"

We shouldn't be leaving Chocolate alone right now - that's what Cyril was feeling.

There has been a mental swing since yesterday as well as physical fitness.

After all, I still haven't heard what she talked about with her family yesterday.

But Chocolat was right, he couldn't ignore the soldier's call, and Cyril, after thinking, called his favorite sword and held it in his palm.

"Yes."

And let it hold in Chocolate's hands.

"Heh? Uh, no, this is... senior sword, right?"

"Amulet. Think of it as me and hold it"

"That's not how it works! Or this...... heavy!? Were you swinging this with one hand?!?

"It has an enchant for muscle gain, so you can carry it with you if you equip it. You don't have to worry about weight because it's an epic gear."

When Cyril disarms, authority moves to Chocolate.

"Wow, I kind of have strength in my body..."

"Hopefully this will get you back in shape"

"Yes... it doesn't seem to work. But that's amazing. It's getting really light."

"And then when you think about it lightly, you should be able to store it"

As they say, close your eyes and remember, the sword disappears and an inscription floats on the back of Chocolate's hand.

"This is the same one as the seniors"

"Yes, the same. You feel protected, don't you?

"It's very reliable...... sorry, seniors"

"Why are you apologizing here?

……

A chocolate that bites your lips and gives you a bitter look.

Touching her hair, Cyril perceived the mood.

Kindness can be poisonous when cornered.

It's time to hunt yourself down because of your guilt: 'You don't deserve kindness'.

As for this case, it was aimed entirely at Cyril.

So even though Chocolate doesn't have to suffer - and at least Cyril thinks so,

"I don't care. Rather, I have to apologize more."

I think it's a good idea, and I tell you so.

But on the other hand, Chocolate, unlike Cyril, thinks' I'm being targeted '.

Stop my mother's life extension - that's what I decided yesterday.

My father, for once, understood.

But right after that, this harassment.

I don't know if it was “Doctor" or if my father made me do it, but it was something I couldn't help but assume that Chocolate was' cause is on me '.

"Seniors don't apologize"

"Then don't apologize for chocolate either."

"... it"

"It means we have something to think of each other, write-offs. So dissatisfied?

"Yes...... ok. Well, thank you, right? Senior."

"Yeah, that's fine. And I think it would be nice to look like a chocolate if you kept me on track about 'Cute Chocolate's Appreciation Will Be Expensive'"

"I don't care how much longer I have to get there."

"I wonder?

The two shook their shoulders and laughed.

And Cyril stood up, "Ok," and left the room saying, "Take a rest."

As soon as I lost sight of it, my smile disappeared from Chocolate's face.

"Sorry...... seniors"

And she got out of bed quietly.

◇ ◇ ◇

The soldier called Cyril to begin interviewing her.

The hearing with Teachet is over, and she sits in her chair in the kitchen, turning her neck like she cares and shouting "Ahhh" like an old man.

Teachet opened his mouth as Cyril tried to pass near it.

"How was chocolate?

"I hear what's in the box, and I think I feel bad. I'm letting him sleep in his master's room now."

Cyril stopping and answering.

"Uh, well. Did he hear that?"

"Don't the master know?

"For more information. But you better not ask, because I have a big prediction."

"I think that would be wise"

"Ha... Damn, why are you doing such a bad hobby"

"Sorry, because of me"

At least as far as the teachet is concerned, I'm just totally involved.

Cyril had to apologize honestly.

"You don't have to apologize one way or another for the crazy guy's behavior. Instead, Cyril should be angry, what are you doing to my dear master's shop, Ola! What?"

"Right, there's only anger in the killer who annoys the workplace"

"Is there any subtle temperature difference?"

It's my fault.

"If you can just give it back as usual, you don't seem to have a problem. I'm just as depressed as they think I am, but I'd rather laugh."

Tische is basically a huge mess of people, but because of that, or should I say the price, his liver balls are weirdly sitting on him.

In the middle of the Wang capital, I've been setting up a shop by myself since I was young, so I guess that's the temperament for a long time.

In everyday life, the thickness of its nerves often appears as a weakness, but in such emergencies it is really reliable.

Cyril stops the conversation there and talks to the soldier who was waiting in the room first.

Nevertheless, there is little like telling the military again about what happened at the store today.

Just a light talk about fact-checking and future guidelines will soon free Kirill up the stairs to go back upstairs again.

Along the way, a call rang from the terminal I put in my pocket.

The opponent is Flam.

"Hello, Flam. What's the matter, man?

"Ah, Cyril. Looks like Mr. Chocolate left the store, but does Cyril and the others know that?

"Huh... Huh!?

Cyril ran up the stairs and opened them with enough momentum to break the door to the room.

"Chocolate!"

I roughed up my voice and called my name, but there was no response.

Looking for a room just in case, I left a note on my desk.

'Sorry, I'll tell you everything when I get back, just give me a minute'

Squeeze the paper that says so, Cyrillic.

"Cyril? Hey, Cyril?

And in frustration, she put the terminal in her ear.

"I was supposed to be resting. Chocolate's gone! Flam, do you know where that kid went?

"It's like I'm going to a nearby station from the store now and trying to catch a train"

"What's the direction?

"East side. The next train just arrived."

"To the house...... come on, at least if you'll take me with you!

Cyril jumped out the window Chocolate used to escape.

"Oh, hey, Cyril Sweetica!?

Bert was surprised to see her jump, but he doesn't have time to stand up.

Once again, Cyril jumps, lands on the roof of the building and runs over it.

"Train...... that's it! Fram, can you hear me?

"Yeah, I don't hear it from the terminal, but I hear it directly (...)"

At this distance, Flam seems to be able to pick up even his voice if he focuses his consciousness.

"Chocolate said he knows about the past, but not until he knows who the killer is. But from today's movements, maybe you know how and for what purpose those people alone were created."

"You didn't tell Cyril?

"I want to talk to you later, but I won't talk to you now because you might despise me - they said. I didn't think this was going to happen either, so I didn't force you to ask me then..."

'Was that what you wanted to talk about when it came to those severed people? But how could Mr. Chocolate!?

"Chocolate resented me because my mother died five years ago. If the story of the dead moving is also involved in this case,"

'No way, Mr. Chocolate's mother is back...?

Cyril chasing the train desperately as he talks, but he's rather distanced.

For giving the sword to Chocolate, there may be an effect of decreasing agility.

"Shall I secure it directly?

"No, let me do it. I want to do something about that girl!

'... ok'

Perhaps it's much quicker for Flam to catch him.

But Cyril tracks it with strong will, enough to bolster her narrative so far.

If I can't help but ask it out - I guess there's such self-blame.

No matter how close Flam was, I couldn't stop her like that.

"We need to accelerate more - Brave!

Cyril released her powers, knowing that she would not wake up for a day.

Talent jumps all at once, accelerating her speed as well.

But the train has arrived at its destination and the passengers have already begun to disembark.

Cyril jumps up high, searching for chocolate from the...

"Cyril, on the right!

With Flam's guidance, Cyril finds her peachy head.

Someone around me said, "Ha ha!" And I don't mind screaming, "said Cyril, descending sharply, placing her hand on its shoulder.

"Chocolate, I found it!

And Chocolat looked back,

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha"

A twisted face, grinning.

Cyril immediately releases her hand and tries to hold the sword - remembering that she was giving it to Chocolate, and puts up her fist.

"Huh!?

'Oh no... not Mr. Chocolate!? Signs should have been after you all along!

The surroundings panicked at the sudden appearance of monsters.

But it twists and disappears like a rag.

"Flam, could it be now -"

'Yeah, it was with the one from yesterday's carriage. I knew I was connected to someone who flushed Cyril's past!

Then all the more so, you can't let Chocolate go alone.

It is unclear what intent she is on her way to home.

But waiting there is an undesirable father and a mother who can't possibly live.

Now that the killer has begun to act boldly, probably prompted by the discovery of a carriage in Flam, Chocolate, who gave up his revenge and opened his heart to Cyril, doesn't know what kind of eyes he'll be caught in.

Cyril jumps up from the confusing station campus and tries to escape the station.

Flam, on the other hand, looks for where the chocolate disappeared...

"There he is! Looks like we're already near the residential area!

"Already in a place like that!?

Given the train arrival time and Chocolate's foot, it's too early to care what you think.

'From the feeling of movement and breathing, I think I'm confused. Maybe Mr. Chocolate was flown all the way to that place.'

"You mean warped!? He said it was too much of anything!

Cyril, who can use the return, says it's unconvincing, but he also wants to mourn as a chaser.

There is an overwhelming difference in velocity between the chocolate running on its own feet and the Cyrillic running with the brave activated.

With Flam's support, Cyril instantly packed the distance, but Chocolate gets to the house first.

"Ku......!

Cyril ate his teeth and, with some impotence, landed nearby - and when he found Chocolate's back trying to open the door and enter the indoors, he called the name as he rushed over.

"Chocolate!"

Batan - and at about the same time the door closes.

If it's that big, the voice must have definitely arrived, but there's no response.

Inevitably, Cyril reached out and stepped inside before being locked from the inside.

◇ ◇ ◇

"... hmm?

Chocolate, who entered the house, stopped immediately.

"It's like I heard a senior now..."

Hold still, stare at the closed front door.

"You should just be able to follow me...... no, I wonder if I can do it with the power of the brave. But..."

Waiting there never made me hear it a second time.

If you really followed him, Cyril would call Chocolate's name more than once, and he'd knock on the door.

Whatever it is, it could even come in the house without permission.

Rather than Cyril being forceful - there was a sense in Chocolate that I was doing about that.

"That's it, I wonder what I want"

I jumped out without knowing and came back without knowing.

I don't know why.

But I felt like I had to.

"Father... Mother..."

Sent in large quantities, amputated lower body.

Upper body served as bait to maintain resuscitation of the dead.

Cyril and Flam will probably soon notice that fact.

In that case - the breakup between Chocolate and my mother will be much quicker than I had imagined.

If it were true, I would have been able to continue my current life for another five days or so.

"... I wonder if it's like clinging to that"

Ask yourself chocolate.

But I don't get an answer.

My mind wants, I admit reason is a mistake.

There was a sense that I was stupid.

Still... unstoppable would mean that so strong, potentially chocolate, wanted a family presence.

"If I pop out like that, my senior should definitely suspect me. If I found out you were hiding it, the seniors would absolutely despise me. That's it... I don't even know if I can go on... but I might not be able to do anything..."

It was impulsive.

I left myself too much to my emotions.

But if it's stopped - the answer is no.

Whatever it was, Chocolate wouldn't have been able to choose any action other than that.

In short, it's pointless where I regret it.

Cyril and her family were scaled and she chose her family.

That that kind of thinness was just exposed.

Best of all - given the length of the relationship and the blood connection, the choice isn't so strange either.

Chocolate moves forward as she drags her heavy legs.

As usual, my father and mother should be home.

You should hear the front door opening and closing, so if it's the word 'welcome back' and you come to see how it goes unnaturally, there should be a way to do it, but Chocolate's parents don't move.

She finally said "I'm home," while opening the living room door.

No response.

Neither do you.

"Father? Mother?

I looked for other rooms to try, but they weren't anywhere.

My father, anyway, couldn't have my mother barely gone outside.

Chocolate, clapped out by the very fact that no one was there, sat down on the couch in the living room.

Then, thanks to the room being quiet, I sense a "sound” that I hadn't noticed earlier.

Damn, pepper, I heard a damp noise coming from my feet.

I don't know if they're parents, but it looks like someone's in the basement.

I had only a bad feeling from the sound of it, but rising with a loud sigh, Chocolate opened the lifting entrance to the floor and descended the stairs leading down to the basement.

At the point on the road, the smell of blood had already stood in.

I sniff it once, but the disgusting ones are still disgusting.

Chocolate reaches the basement, holding her mouth with her hand.

In a room illuminated blurry with a magic light, it devours a spicy, breathtaking, tingly cramped human being - the appearance of the two (...) was there.

"How... do"

I thought about the possibility that my mother was eating people here.

Conversely, her imagination stopped there.

Therefore, when things happen beyond that, thoughts and feet cease as soon as possible.

"Why...?

In front of that sight, the chocolate can only stand and tremble its voice.

Even while I was doing so, my mother had scrubbed her eyeballs and my father had chewed off his colon.

I don't understand.

"Why are you even doing that to your father? Ooh!

Without a doubt, my father should have been alive.

He's not dead, so he shouldn't have had to eat the living.

I'm talking about my crazy father, saying things that don't make sense like 'I want to taste the same feeling as your mother', and eating them of my own free will - I also thought about that possibility.

But it was futile to see and expect the look of my father, who obviously loses his reason and eats meat as a monster.

"Father! Father! Stop it, please! He's alive, isn't he? Then you shouldn't do that. Yikes!

My father finally responded to Chocolate's desperate call.

That was just at the same time that the feedable portion of the given bait (...) was almost gone.

Originally, the dead need one person's life to move.

If you share that with the couple, naturally, the meal ends incompletely.

We need a second bait, not to bring reason back.

Therefore not only the father, but also the mother, realizes its existence - craving “meat," not "daughter," walks up to the chocolate, at all costs.

"Father......? Mother? Ugh, that's a lie, isn't it? You don't do that...? Hey, hey, hey!

I don't care about voices or anything.

I don't care about will or anything.

Blood connections, family relationships, ideals, dreams, are pointless now.

On this occasion, the presence of Chocolate was only to satisfy the hunger of the two.

"V, oh"

"Uhh... whoa, whoa..."

Chocolate is hunted down by her parents, who groan like no one else.

Backward, she kept a certain distance, but her back finally hit the wall.

There is no escape anymore.

"Oh no... oh no...!

The more I climbed the stairs or - I thought, either way, I don't think my legs would move well enough to run up.

My parents are trying to eat themselves.

Because before such a nightmarish situation, Chocolate's body was completely dull.

(Senior...... oh well, this is... a punishment for lying to me......)

I hate myself for thinking of Cyril's face at a time like this.

Still, I can't help but think.

If I'd talked to her without jumping out on my own...

I've just been thinking about it, but it's only a later festival.

And on Chocolate's body, painted with blood, my father's arm touched.

◇ ◇ ◇

Shortly after Cyril stepped into Chocolate's house, there was a "puzzle” sound from the device Flam had.

At the same time, I can't get through to Cyril.

"Hey, Milkit. You mean when you get inside the house, you can hang up?

A mill kit standing next to him shakes his head to the side.

"That can't be true, it should work underground too!

……

Flam staring silently at the screen of the terminal.

Fiercely, I had a bad feeling.

"Master, let's go"

"Yeah. Cyril stopped me, but that's right"

Flam kicked the ground lightly when he held the mill kit in both arms - moving in front of Chocolate's house as if it had been an instantaneous move.

Then gently lower the mill kit and open the front door.

"Become...!?

Seeing the sight spreading ahead, Fram lost his word.

Black.

Beyond the front door, only endless blacks spread.

"What is it, this? Could Mr. Cyril be in this!?

"Similar..."

"What?"

"It looks like that space I had with Origin Lerners."

"That's where they were sucked in after they destroyed the origins, right? How could it be the same thing at the front door of this house..."

"They just look alike, and it doesn't seem to be exactly the same place -"

Had it been the same, I might have seen Origin Lerners continue to be killed without dying.

"Same" nothing. "It's a match in the sense of space."

In fact, Flam tried to reach out, but there was no particular change.

Next I'll try to get my feet inside.

Then there was something like the ground to be trampled on.

"You can stand... it looks like there's a hole going on everywhere"

"If my senses are right, I think this is a much more planar space. And it shouldn't be that long yet, but there's no sign of Cyril."

"Then where is Mr. Cyril?

"... maybe a different place. After Cyril walked in, she was disconnected or switched - either way, I don't think that's how people can imitate it."

If Flam cares about it, he can also blow this "space of nothing” away.

But at that time, Fram himself doesn't know how it affects the chocolate that went inside the house or the Cyrillic that disappeared somewhere.

Unfortunately, there's nothing I can do for Cyril or Chocolate right now.

She was staring at the identity of this ability to ignore this too much logic.

To gain that certainty, put the terminal in your ear and contact a person.

"Mr. Eterna, I'm sorry I'm busy. I just wanted to make sure."

Come to think of it, there is only one person in Concilia who can imitate this.

"It's about Mr. Shea. Haven't you been in contact with anyone lately?

◇ ◇ ◇

Cyril, who was supposed to have entered Chocolate's house, stood in a completely different place at some point.

"... I must have walked into Chocolate's house."

That's right, too, she can't hide the confusion.

"Since when did Chocolate live in such a luxurious mansion?"

But I soon found out whose work it was, so I was able to regain my composure relatively quickly.

Take a deep breath and observe the area.

The current location is in the middle of the hallway in some mansion.

If you turn around, there's no door there.

I mean, the moment I crept through the front door of Chocolate's house, they flew me here.

"What is this place... you know what?"

From the beginning, I felt like a familiar view somewhere - I looked out the window and finally connected it to my memory.

Burning city.

Flying monsters.

It sounds faint, screaming and angry.

This is not Concilia - it was the king's capital five years ago.

"Mr. Leach's mansion, huh? There was talk of someone involved with Mr. Wellsey as the killer, but I'm guessing the answer is the same."

And in view of the fact that the flams are approaching the core, I no longer even hide them.

Dare I say, I don't care about myself, I guess I'm just desperate to reach my goal of taking revenge on Cyril.

When Cyril exhaled loudly, she began her exploration of the mansion.

Is it after Kimyra's raid already, where the servants' bodies are rolling?

There are different ways to die.

Some are simply pierced through the chest, the top is cut from the neck, arms are stuck in each other's mouths and suffocated, twisted and breathless enough not to fasten the original form - what is common is the spectacle of dying faces?

As one, I'm not dying easy.

It's a painful sight.

Cyril hurt her chest, and she thought it was disgusting, and she even had a headache with a full death odor.

But on the other hand, I also understand that someone who called her here doesn't want her to suffer that way.

I didn't mean to suffer the way you wanted me to.

He often continued his exploration and concluded that Cyril had no choice but to go outside.

Assuming you timeslipped five years ago, it's weird if you can't see the flam or the other heroes.

But there are no such signs left here.

Perhaps the space reserved for Cyril to show that sight.

So it was a decision that even though the exit was suspicious - well, it would be better than staying here.

Down the stairs, heading to the entrance.

Then a familiar figure stood, as if to block the front door.

"That's Cyril. Yahoo."

Welsey Mancassie.

Flam tells me about his death.

"It's hard being this sudden, isn't it? Is Cyril okay? Are you hurt or something?

Talking familiarly and trying to get close to Welsey, Cyril remembered that she was trying to pull out her sword - giving it to Chocolate instead of amulet.

"... sword, no"

Ni, and Welsey's mouth distorts.

The chills ran on Cyril's spine to kill her.

Shortly afterwards, Welsey advances and packs the distance from Cyril all at once.

"Grr!"

A fist wielded by clutter.

Cyril called in equipment other than the sword and took that blow with the hands of silver.

A strong shock ran, and his entire arm was frightened and numb.

There, the next attack is imminent.

"Cyril. Ah, let's go."

A voice with discouragement, but not emotion.

Though physiologically disgusted by that voice, Cyril puts up her fist.

(Although I've never done it... I have the confidence to do it!

She is a brave woman.

Excellent at all statuses and skills, flexible in any situation.

Not an excellent one, but an excellent all.

Then - the sword can't be the only weapon that can handle it.