Cyril was just the same town daughter as Flam until she embarked on a demon king crusade.
If there was a difference, it was that he had extraordinary physical ability as a characteristic of a brave man - especially not trained in the handling of swords.
It's just that the equipment given to me by the kingdom was a sword, so I've only used it so far.
The attribute of bravery is characterized by “omnipotence”.
I can do anything I want to.
If you want to, a choice is presented in your head.
even if it was a weapon or magic that had never been used before.
A werewolf shaped chimaira in Welsey's leather shakes her arms up.
That was more like a monster waving his nails down than a “beating” released by a person.
Cyril has himself that it's messed up, doesn't make sense, but it's still powerful enough.
But - that “cluttered” blow, which isn't even an ambush, can't even hit Cyril.
Tilting her body gently and avoiding, she slammed her fist wrapped in the hands of silver into Welsey's throat with minimal movement.
"Stan"
The punch itself is light - albeit by a brave standard (...) to say light - but not powerful enough to slaughter Kimyra, who freed the power of the Original Core.
"Ghahu!?
But Welsey's body swept through the universe.
And as I draw parabola, I'm cramping my hands and feet frightened.
At the same time that his fist was hit, magic poured into his nervous system, paralyzing his physical abilities.
"I can still go"
Cyril lines up in the air and releases a second dozen dozen to her abdomen as she approaches Werthy as she blows away.
"Cannon"
Another mild beating.
But now he's wielding all his magic to power.
"Gogeaaa!"
Wellsey can be “Kuno" and slapped to the floor - as well as Kimyra, who can no longer even pretend to be that.
The floor couldn't stand the momentum, and Kimyra's body penetrated and blew to the ground floor.
Hit him hard in the back.
Expected to disarm the pseudomorphism due to the impact, but the form is maintained.
But the part where people look is just borrowed (...), or damaged, shaken, and covered in red and black blood.
"Phew... I feel unnecessarily bad"
Sure enough, Cyril was listening from Flam.
Not only about Welsey, but about Reach, Foyer, and the people who lost their lives in this city and the battles that follow.
But again, it's not like actually seeing it or hearing it.
"Wow, wow, okay, just?
Cyril turned around when she heard the girl not turning around.
There stood a "someone” who looked painfully human, cramping his twisted body.
"You haven't been at the station. I thought you were the one who brought me here?
"Oh, wow, wow"
"I was wondering if you could give it back to Chocolate soon"
"Can, So, Come, No"
"To avenge me?
……
He was silent and didn't answer.
Cyril asks again as she approaches her.
"You killed dozens of travelers from approximation to avenge me?
"... wow, I know, I don't know, okay"
"Don't know? Even though you're the one who did it?
"I get it, I get it, I don't. Me, wow, and what? What, for, fuck's sake. Are you here? But, hey, hey, hey, hey, suki. So, ra-"
A twisted body so much that I don't know if I can read it as a human form anymore.
But only the next word came through with a clear, pointed emotion.
"Shin."
No temperature, too cold to kill.
"Come on!"
Cyril glanced at her.
The jaw is then blurred with a spiral bullet that is released from downstairs and penetrates the floor.
"If that's what you're gonna do, heh!
Melody, Cyril approached the twisted girl standing in front of her and waved her fist.
But the moment I tried to touch him, he disappeared like a kasumi.
"Wow. Me, here, here, no more, uh-huh."
That guy disappears leaving words like that behind.
Cyril, while tongue-beating, flies forward, rolling several times, dodging bullets that are continuously ejected from the bottom.
Then use the momentum of rotation to get up and walk with both legs to the full force for the stairs.
When you jump and jump all the stairs, grab a railing on the dance floor and change direction, all at once down to the first floor.
"Cyril, do you know what a snowball is?
Kimyra fired multiple helicopter rounds for Cyril's landing.
But the direction is bullshit.
That bullet contacts walls and floors, sharpens - from there, bounces back (...).
Highly random attacks by bouncing bullets are difficult to read ahead and avoid.
Immediately after landing, Cyril puts up her fist still in an uncertain position, rolling out the right straight of her full body with the addition of a body twist.
"Brander Bass!"
What is released from it is a white sphere, large and small - a magic mass.
Something like a shotgun version of "Blaster” released with a sword.
That number was too large, more like an image of expanding the walls of a bullet forward than just hanging around.
The power of the spiral bullets released by Kimyra is high and cannot be stopped by one shot of the brander bus, but the impetus is sharpened by collisions with countless bullets, which do not reach Cyril.
Moreover, I wonder if the magic mass has been scattered all at once, slowing down at once to stay on the spot and protect Cyril.
"Terrible, Kirill said. Do you hate me that much?
But Kimaira didn't give up approaching Cyril.
He doesn't seem to care about coming into contact with a magic mass, and walks through it in dignity.
"But hey, Cyril. This is what happened to us because of Cyril, huh?
Of course, every time I swoop into a floating light sphere, I start to bat, and Welsey's body burns.
Does it mean that the Kimaira body doesn't have any damage?
Or - are you trying to make Cyril look like the victim (...) who collapses like that?
"Ha..."
Cyril sighed at this.
"I don't know if you're watching or listening, but I know how it feels to hate me. There is no Origin in this world or Diza. Because there's no one left to turn hatred on, and I'm about the only one left. I'm not going to take any further responsibility, but I'm not going to deny that sentiment."
"That's right. Okay, why are you alive? We're dead. Because of Cyril. Cyril has unsealed the Origin."
"But yeah."
Ignore Kimyra's words, which only seem harassing, and Cyril continues the conversation.
"You're involved with irrelevant people and even chocolate, playing evil hobby dolls - you're my enemy. Nothing less, nothing more!
I hate fighting.
I don't like to see blood, and I don't want to hit or hurt anyone.
But I won't spare you if I have to.
If you leave me alone, I'm the one who feels worse.
Bend your elbows and put an open hand in front of your face.
With an image that instills magic all the way to your fingertips, fold one from your full finger at a time and make a fist.
The hand of silver emitted a bee and thunder with saturated magic, which eventually spread not only to the hand, but to the entire arm.
Then gently spread your legs, drop your hips, and wave your fists.
Continue with the magic fill to the legs.
The carpet burns with the heat released and the floor melts.
Kimyra walking over.
Welsey's face collapses by more than half, revealing meat from the inside and the original "head of a bird-shaped monster”.
Still, the smile doesn't break, and he approaches me repeatedly with Cyril's name.
It was no longer intended for Cyril.
From the beginning, this world is nothing but "reproduced".
Not in the past.
Because I can't see Fram anywhere he's supposed to be.
If so, there would be no need for forgiveness.
"relentlessly, to dust, blow that unpleasant replication -"
Cyril kicks the ground, including stress relief here these days.
"Rail gun!
Dogoo! and the magic in his legs exploded freeing him, halving the mansion in that moment.
Cyrillic acceleration loosely crosses the sound speed and scrapes the walls off just the shock wave.
Distance from Kimyra is close to the original.
In other words, the velocity is not attenuated, and it is possible to place all its speed on the force of the fist that has been tapped into the opponent's chest.
First of all, the shock at the contact caused Wellsey's "gawa”, which Kimyra had wrapped around, to bounce off and disappear.
And - shortly after that, the magic stored in my fist explodes.
The area was surrounded by light, even whiting out Cyril's own vision.
Moreover its light overflows not only into the mansion, but also outside, grinding, dissolving and detonating all the cuttings involved with the blast.
No matter, it couldn't have stayed, such as the trail of Kimyra involved.
"Phew...... I guess that was just too much"
Cyril, who was leaning forward in a follow-through position, flutters in an attempt to wake her body.
Brave already activated.
All her stats are over 20,000, enough to outnumber the Kimyra's five years ago - though, the drawback of being in a coma after use remains intact.
With all that flashy magic, the time limit also approaches.
In addition, a familiar black sphere rolls in front of Cyril, who lightly regrets it.
"... Shh"
Even if Kimyra can be destroyed, the Origin Core will not be destroyed.
Even in such a fake world, it seems to be a solid reproduction.
"I don't even want to see it anymore."
Cyril kicked it in reflexively.
The black sphere disappears into a gap between corn and debris.
"Even if... you can't get out of defeating the one you just did, can you? Looks like it's recreating the Wang capital, but I wonder where it's at the exit."
The building is just gone, so the entire Wang capital can be seen around.
Looking around for an exit-like place...
"Ghhhhhhhhh!"
"Gyeeeeeeeeee!"
I heard dirty screams.
The Feilong-shaped Kimyra is approaching - two of them too.
I guess I've been drawn to the earlier attacks.
"Oh no, really. I just wanted to see Chocolate."
Though foolish, Cyril takes a fighting stance.
The exit has not yet been found.
◇ ◇ ◇
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Chocolate breathes on her shoulders, sweating cold on her forehead and back.
On both hands trembling, the amulet given to me by Cyril - a silver sword was held.
"Ha... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
The blade is painted on the blood.
Even on Chocolate's own arms and face - there was returning blood (...) flying.
"Ouch... Oh, Grandma... I... I don't...!
I had no choice but to.
The only way to stop the two attacked was to slaughter and kill them with that sword.
"This shouldn't have happened... I shouldn't have... I should have wanted to do this...!
Karan - and the sword slips off my hand.
A little late, the force also falls out of Chocolate's own legs, and he sits on a wall legend.
The sharpness of the sword is considerable, and my father is diagonally separated from his neck to his flank, with a body that is broken down into two pieces rolling in front of Chocolate.
I didn't aim to do that.
However, as my father approached me, I shook my sword down at once - the result.
Chocolate, on the other hand, pierced his chest against his mother, who had attacked him late.
But without showing a painful bare gesture, my mother stretched out her arms and tried to eat her daughter by pouring out her red and dirty teeth with blood.
I tried to pull the sword right through, Chocolate, but the blade doesn't catch well on my ribs.
So she put her strength into her arms, turning down flesh from bone to bone, and let the blade escape from around her armpit.
Though my mother's right arm fell on the clap, she nevertheless continued her activity.
Chocolate wielded her sword in a state of confusion, slashing half off the top of her head - finally, stopping her movement.
Nevertheless, unlike my father, he doesn't seem to be completely dead, and my mother is freaking out and cramping her body, even as she drips her brains out of her rounded skull.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."
Occasionally, he felt a slight “decent” mother's shadow in the voice that was vomited from his mouth along with blood and saliva, and Chocolate blocked both ears to escape reality.
"No... no... no... no, seniors... no, no..."
And shake your blue face to the left and right.
But the sight in front of me remains the same.
Rather, the fact that the basement is full of odors increases the sense of "killed”.
No matter how many of them were dead - because it doesn't change the fact that they put their parents in their hands.
Chocolate became immobile in the basement as it was.
No matter how much you call it, Cyril will never come to help.
Of course, Chocolate doesn't know that Cyril was chasing herself out of the store - that's why this is a 'no choice' thing.
I don't blame anybody for not coming to help.
Everything is what I chose.
You deserve it.
If I had told Cyril everything sooner.
I need to go through selfishness saying, "I want to keep my family going for just one more week," etc.
My father didn't die, and I wouldn't have killed both of them myself.
Repent, blame, mourn, mourn - blame yourself for not qualifying for that, and repent again.
The loop continued in extension.
Why was my father dead?
Why did you need to die?
In the first place, when did you die and when did you come back?
A little bit, isn't it because yesterday's father was already dead - between regrets, pinch pointless guesses.
But soon overwritten by self-blame, I can't think together.
"Uuuuuuuuu......!
The groans that occasionally leak through Chocolate's throat were meant to distract her from the urge to kill herself.
As it were, I wonder how much time she spent like that - when she looked up and opened her eyes,
"Oh, man, hmm. No, I don't. I"
A twisted face was peering into this one.
"Hih...!
I don't even scream anymore.
My lungs pull, my body stiffs, and the chocolate leads to the wall.
But he has spoken sadly somewhere.
"Oh, hey, j. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Yet. No, no, no. Doh... but thigh, wah, wah, me, me. Oh, dear, so. Hey, Sasa, Yi."
Listening to the voice conveyed that the other person was not malicious.
Still, horrible things are horrible, so the fear of chocolate doesn't ease.
"What is it now...? You did this? Your father, like this... Huh!
……
The compound answers nothing.
Then, Prrrrrrrrrr - and a terminal ringtone rang in the basement.
The carbide and the chocolate see the terminal falling unwrought in the corner of the room.
"Your father's terminal...... Huh!
Chocolat approached it like crawling and took it in his hand.
The screen displays the caller's name.
"Doctor..."
"Ouch."
"Huh?"
"Oh dear, huh? et al. So, so,"
"Is the teacher your brother?
A trembling body, a monster that shows spicy, lower-headed tricks.
Just because you two are brothers and sisters doesn't mean you know anything - for one thing, Chocolate decided to put her terminal in her ear and exchange words with 'Doctor' for the first time.
"... hello"
'The voice... did it, did it survive? You're lucky.'
What I heard was a more calm, adult male voice than I thought.
That voice, which is low and hard to read emotions, sounds more apathetic than cold -.
"You know me?
"Oh, I know. You must have approached Cyril Sweetica, right? I was going to have him killed as he was, but the plan seems to have failed. '
"I knew I was going to hurt your father..."
'There's that too. But on the other hand, I just taught the truth. "
"It's not the truth. Senior said he was being manipulated! Didn't you know about that? I knew it, and I hid it on purpose!
"You believed me, Cyril Sweetika's words"
"Huh...?
"Did you believe the human words that drove your own mother to death with a little bond? It's simple. '
"So you're not? Seniors were lying!
'No, it's true she was being manipulated. We have confirmation from Eterna Limbaugh and Gene Intage. "
"Huh... don't be ridiculous! So you're trying to fool me!?
In tears, chocolate that roughs up your voice.
The monster stares at her like that, a little further away.
'Sure - if you ask me. I wonder why I've uttered words like' now. '
"What?"
'A little bit, was I frustrated? Well, I guess so. Perhaps I didn't care that you were the one making out with Cyril Sweetica. "
"Tell me something I don't know..."
'Right, you know what? No, I thought you weren't like me. Why did you make me put poison in my diet? You shouldn't have had to kill your father or yourself, the same victim, but you let that happen to your mother? I see, "frustrating" - that explains it.
"Poison...? Now I'm poisoned too..."
'Oh, it just so happens that your father died first - rather than because of his age. You won't be conscious, but your body has already been eroded by the same poison as your father's. "
"Oh no, where the hell!?
"It's my mother's meal. I let him in, I did. Give me directions."
Blood draws away from Chocolate's body.
Not that I have any idea.
But the teacher's right, I'm pretty sure he had time to plant as much poison as he could.
'You... right, you should keep it all day today'
Proclamation of life was made lightly.
It was no longer a realistic word - right next to the chocolate, the real example is rolling.
"... what is it? What's the point?
'People say I'm a calm, settled, intentional man, but not about this one. It's perfect. "
"It's just the right place to go and how many people the hell are you going to kill!?
"At first, he was going to save the same victim he was five years ago as me"
"He said... why, so appropriately... kill or die...!
'Maybe it really doesn't matter, the lives of others, or revenge on Cyril Sweetica. Neither Origin nor Deeza, who should truly be avenged, exist in this world anymore. There's nothing to protect. I guess my life is worthless.'
"Then you should have just died! Alone! No one gets involved. No!
"You're the best."
When I hear Chocolate's voice so angry that it dries up, I can't even imagine the “teacher” 's emotions.
'But the trouble is, I can't find it - there seems to be an emotion in me somewhere that wants to kill Cyril Sweetika. To the extent that you don't think it's okay to involve others. But it's...'
"Enough, enough. Okay. In short, you're trying to take me hostage, aren't you? He wants to use me to kill seniors."
'What about that? At first, I expected you to be killed by your father. Even if you survive, you will die today from poison. [M] There is no antidote, so it is not effective as a hostage. Yeah, but yeah...... not only did you get tied up by Cyril Sweetica, but the other way around? Then it might be effective to have him die in front of you, not a hostage. What do you say, Chocolate Chicorrattle? Do you think she'd be more or less sad if you died?
Chocolate puts her strength into the hand holding the terminal, tears from her moist eyes as she eats up her teeth hard.
Why would I say that I would take something important?
There is no antidote. - Then it is decided that Chocolate will die.
"Ha... haha... you're so determined to grieve. Seniors can't wait to learn about cute juniors. Like the end of the world, you must be ready to cry!
"Well, that's good"
Neither Chocolate's Eight Hits nor Sarcasm reaches the teacher.
"Ugh... uhhhhhhh!
When he was briefly flushed with words that bumped his normal emotions, Chocolate dropped the terminal from his hand and sounded a scream indoors that he didn't even know if he was crying or angry.
As he approached the chocolate, the chemical, which was watching how it was, picks up the fallen terminal and hits the deafening spot.
"Oh, hey."
"Bring her back."
"Wah, ok, ok"
The two disappear from the spot in an instant when the compound touches the shoulder of a tearful chocolate.
In the basement, only the remains of his parents were left behind.
◇ ◇ ◇
After contacting Eterna, Fram was holding the princess Milkit and hurrying towards the royal castle.
The lab where Eterna and Gene usually are is also nearby.
"Your husband..."
Shortly after he hung up the call with Eterna, Flam ran out only saying 'I'll explain later' to Milkit.
That look alone makes me wonder if things are serious.
Milkit hasn't heard what he's talking about with Eterna, so I don't see why Flam is in such a hurry.
But from what I've heard, it's not like Milkit can do anything about it.
All she can do now is put a terminal on her ear so that Flam can make the call while she moves.
"Yes, it's Crosswell Matrices. Bring the materials to the lab. - Uh, Mr. Wellsey's associate already named them?
People on earth are looking up and cheering at the flams flying through the sky.
"He, of course, also takes testimony to the Institute's humans. But everyone held their mouths together and said," To him.
Nothing suspicious, 'he said. And Shea Manydum, of course. "
Henriette answered across the terminal.
She didn't have any material on hand, but that much information was on her mind.
That's all Crosswell is about, celebrities among people who belong to the military.
Fram, as a colleague of the Eternas, had heard about his name.
Besides not being one or two of her colleagues, she didn't even know until she became a person, so her own knowledge alone could not identify her as a suspect.
"But you have something to do with Mr. Welsey, right?
'Not directly, but you seemed like an adventurer hired by Leach Mancassie'
"Didn't you have something to do with it... I knew it was weird, the people at the lab!
'Are you saying that some sort of magic has already been done? But is it possible to do such magic without being distracted by Eterna Limbaugh or Gene Intage?
"It must be impossible. Except for one way."
"It 's-"
The moment Henriette tried to ask that, the window in the dorm room where she was banged! and was slapped.
A flam holding a mill kit stands outside ignoring gravity.
Henriette, who placed the terminal on the table, opened the window and invited the two indoors.
"That's just bad for your heart."
"I'm sorry, I thought it would be quicker to talk directly than over the terminal"
Milkit, above Flam's arm, lowered his head with a pepper.
And the three of them sit back on the couch - Milkit, who was unloaded, looked subtly lonely - but resume exchanging information about Crosswell.
And, just then, the door to the room was knocked and soldiers brought materials about Crosswell.
"Nice timing."
"I was supposed to take this all the way to the lab. So, as for Crosswell - as we talked earlier, he was hired by Leach Mancassie. Looks like the main job was to escort carriages and collect valuable materials."
"Mr. Leach, I even hired someone like this..."
"Yet your husband and Saila asked you to collect the herbs."
"He was already a celebrity. I guess I couldn't have let the church take the forbidden herbs"
Hire an S-Rank Adventurer - it also means showing your status as a merchant.
It's a good idea to put your hands together in secrecy and entrust them with tasks they can't put on the table, but publishing them has more advantages than that.
Besides, Leach is the type of adventurer who doesn't like to hire adventurers who move around behind him, like Satyrs.
At the time of Fram or Saila, it was considered exceptional that his wife, Foyer, lay low in sickness.
"Do you have any other information that interests you about Crosswell?
"It would be quicker for you to go through the talk."
Flam glances at the material handed over.
I peered in to keep Milkit out of the way, too.
"At an early age, my parents dumped me in an orphanage. Become an adventurer in your teens and blossom with magical talent. Within a few years I climbed to S-rank. The majority of the rewards were donated to orphanages"
"You don't sound so bad to me,"
"Yeah...... but then the increase in church-run orphanages shut down Croswell's growing orphanages. He hired a girl named" Kina "who was in an orphanage at Mr. Leach's mansion..."
"What Kina... is that Kina!?
Naturally, we both remember.
The seal of Origin was unsealed by the manipulated Cyril, and that day, five years before the Wang du was engulfed in fire - he died twisting in the mansion of Reach, about that girl.
"Did you know a man named Crosswell, Mr. Kina..."
"You know about a girl named Kina?
To Henriette's inquiry, Flam nods quietly.
"Oh shit, I was in that carriage, it was Mr. Kina"
"What?
"You must look familiar. He died right in front of me..."
"So, Master, do you mean Crosswell used Necromancy technology to bring Mr. Kina back to life!?
"Yeah, I don't think that's all that's gonna happen. I guess I tried to bring Mr. Kina back to life at first using Mr. Shea's abilities. But it didn't work... it was such a monster that I could do it"
I don't even know if I can call you Kina anymore, the twisted monster of my body.
But it didn't fail entirely - she retained what seemed to be Kina's consciousness and memory, albeit slightly.
"Then I knew it was. A man named Crosswell has already manipulated Shea's abilities… even if they were different, he is free to manipulate forces close to them…"
"What are you talking about from earlier? Shea Manydum's“ Dream "is supposed to be magic for the first time with people's“ Rumors. "
Shea's dream attributes are first activated by believing that Shea herself is a "non-existent event" or “being”.
Then, by believing in the beings embodied by the dreams of those around us, we absorb a tiny amount of magic from each and every human being we believe in, and make that being even greater.
In other words, two phases will be required: first, 'what Shea herself believes', and secondly, 'believing in the reality of the beings created by the human beings around her'.
Due to the height of those hurdles, Shea's abilities should never have been activated if only they had been well managed by the Institute.
"Mr. Henriette, let's head to the lab. It doesn't cross the imaginary spectrum of how much I told you. I just have to go and reveal it!
"Before I do, I'd like to hear some explanations. - Okay, let's do that."
Henriette stands up, weaves a coat on the hanger, and holds a sword on the wall.
When Flam holds the mill kit again,
"I'm going first!
"Oh, I'll be right after you"
Jump out the window and aim for the laboratory right next door.
Milkit turned his arm around Flam's neck, hugging him all the time.
"I was on the phone with Mr. Eterna earlier..."
Running, Flam opened his mouth.
"When I heard the name of the person who came into contact with Shea, Ms. Eterna immediately gave me the name of Crosswell. But he said," He's definitely not the killer, "and he didn't tell me about his connection to Mr. Leach."
"How could you... If you were Mr. Eterna, you would suspect more or less!
The flam creeps through the entrance to the laboratory and stops once at the reception.
I don't have an admission card.
"Yeah, so I thought maybe they were doing some kind of magic. No one is aware of this situation, maybe Gene, or Shea herself."
"Is that possible? Because it's Mr. Eterna!?
"I'd like to think it's impossible - if, really, Crosswell is using Mr. Shea's abilities"
As Henriette said, Shea's power is the first thing activated when conditions are met.
I can't imagine how to manipulate it at will - well, if you look at it and see for sure, you'll see.
"Mr. Eterna, you're coming in."
When we spoke on the terminal, we heard Eterna's current location.
When Flam lowered the mill kit, he stepped indoors without even hearing back.
"Flam. Suddenly I thought I had cut the call and suddenly came into the room..."
Eterna looks back toward Flum as she sits in her chair.
Fram looked at her and asked as she approached her with a larger stride.
"Mr. Eterna, I'm going to ask you straight in."
"I want you to listen to me before I do."
"Is there anything suspicious about Crosswell?
"So...... ha. Because there's no way he's the killer."
"Tell me why"
"If they say why, it's unlikely"
"I hear Crosswell was hired by Mr. Leach."
"That's right..."
"The monster I encountered was apparently the girl who worked at Mr. Leach's mansion called" Kina, "who was close to him"
"It could be my fault"
"How can you say all that?
"Nothing like this. The story that I am so sure. As much as I doubt him, I'd better check on the others."
Flam held his head and sighed loudly, "Huh.
Eterna looks surprised to see the trick.
"Flam, so was the call I made earlier, but things are not right. If you have something to worry about, I want you to tell me."
Flam's frustration was obvious from Milkit's point of view, of course.
But on the other hand, Milkit realizes that Eterna is uncomfortable with her words and behavior.
And that Fram's frustration isn't even directed at Eterna.
"Nothing so bad can happen in the world today - I thought I couldn't (...) rather, but you don't"
With that said, Fram puts his hands around Eterna.
"Get rid of it. (Riversal) Huh!
An enormous amount of magic emanating from the palm of your hand.
It is also insurance (...).
In the unlikely event that the “it” planted on Eterna had more strength (...) than the flam assumed -
"Flam, what the hell!?
"Your husband!?
The stunning of Eterna and Milkit is natural.
But by the time they reacted, things were already over.
"That's it," he said.
Flam taps his hand lightly, soaking up one's sense of accomplishment.
"Answer me, Flam. Turn that off."
"Mr. Eterna, I'll ask you again"
"Answer my question first"
"I need it to explore that answer. So let me ask you something. Do you think Crosswell is suspicious?
"No matter how many times you ask the same question, my answer remains the same. I just doubt Crosswell."
"Why did you think that?
……
"Now Mr. Eterna should think of the dubious thing about that man"
"Why..."
"It's crazy, isn't it? I can't believe you believe unconditionally, for no reason."
Eterna understood and was wary.
to the anomaly that arose in one's thoughts and to oneself, who had not been able to recognize the anomaly.
"... flam. Is this what Crosswell did?
"Probably. I think this magic is being cast on everyone in the lab."
"Your husband. Does that mean you made sure you didn't suspect someone named Crosswell?
To Milkit's words, Flam nods.
"" The magic of perception that no one will ever notice, "I think he conditioned it to activate the power. Mr. Eterna, where is Mr. Shea?
"You should be in the facility. Probably with Gene."
"Do you want to go see him, sir"
"Yeah... I thought it might be quicker to meet Crosswell himself. If you're here."
"The man should be in the facility. Basically, I don't get out much."
"May I be guided?
"Of course."
Flam and mill kit leaving the room at the head of Eterna.
The lab used by Crosswell is just around the corner from there, but between getting there, Fram told Eterna about Cyril and Chocolate's current situation.
"Cyril disappeared?
"Chocolate is as soon as I enter a child's house. I tried to open the door to chase him, and it was already connected to a different place. So I didn't even think I could get in, so I came here."
"It was an unrealistic sight... it was like that different world that I saw when Camyaguysama was chasing me..."
"Flam said he saw it and felt a connection to Shea"
"I thought there was no one else who could do that."
When you arrive in front of the room, is it your usual habit, Eterna, that you're about to knock.
But I stopped at the last minute.
There is no point in being run away, you should step in without question.
Put your hands on the door knob silently and open the door in front.
Indoors - there was no sign of Crosswell.
There are a number of translucent ores rolling over the table used for research that would have magic sealed, and the desk is littered with documents.
"Weird. This time should have been planned to be inside the lab"
"Don't you have an outing record?
"I think you can tell by asking the receptionist. I'm coming."
I didn't realize the magic. Is there a hindsight, Eterna immediately left the room and headed to the entrance to the institute.
Remaining flams and mill kits look indoors.
"You have all kinds of stones. Is there a different kind of magic sealed in each one?"
"Every ore goes with magic."
"The original core material was also black crystal."
"Yeah, that's why I think Shea's dream also starts where she looks for the right ore for it..."
Flam stopped his foot in front of the table and took the colorless, transparent crystal that was placed there.
"Wow, that's a beautiful stone"
……
"Your husband?
Milkit peeks into Flam's face.
She had wrinkles between her eyebrows.
"From this stone, I feel similar signs to Gene and Kamyaguysama..."
"What!? So this is the stone that sealed Mr. Shea's magic...? So, is it something that's been left unmade in a place like this?
Maybe you don't have to hide it anymore.
That said, now the flam that moves in front of the desk where the paperwork is placed.
Taking one of them in her hand and glancing lightly, she showed it to Milkit.
"Look, this one too"
"Resurrection of the dead by oral intake of the souls of others......? No way, this is what used Necromancy material, research?
"By feeding the dead a living human being, he forcefully fills the" vessel of souls ”. Those lower body amputations were probably“ bait ”for this."
"Oh, that's terrible!
Flam also learns to be angry and has the strength to hold the paperwork in his hand.
"But Master, isn't it too many victims that you did that?
"Maybe it wasn't just one or two people who were resuscitating. That's how Croswell brings back some or dozens of people, even if he's hiding it, to rumors that the dead will be resurrected."
"What are you doing that for..."
"Is that revenge on Cyril too - or did you simply have similar ideas to Mr. Dafiz"
I just want to resurrect the dead and save them.
I wanted to reach out to them because of the large number of the same victims.
As another sentiment from revenge on Cyril, it's not surprising that it exists within Crosswell, who was (...) human enough to continue donating to the orphanage.
"As an experiment to resuscitate Kina, isn't it possible that she was repeating..."
"There's that too... I mean, maybe that's the most likely thing. I'm guessing Shea's experiment with bringing her back to life failed first."
The experiment needed to be repeated in order to bring the “resurrected dead” closer to the “perfect living".
To do this, we need a human being who has nothing wrong with bringing him back to life.
Perhaps those who lost their families in King's Capital five years ago, like Chocolate, must have been convenient for Crosswell like that.
Flam and mill kit exploring the room further for clues.
Then Eterna, who went to the receptionist to ask where Crosswell was, returned.
"There was no sign of Crosswell going out."
"Um, isn't it possible that the receptionist, like Mr. Eterna, was being enchanted?
"I've thought about that, and I've also checked the footage I shot of the entrance. And of course, there was no crosswell there."
It is the role of this laboratory, which continues to produce cutting-edge technology in this world.
What used to be called “surveillance cameras” in ancient times has also apparently already begun to operate on an experimental basis.
"Are you sure you were at the lab?
"I'm confirming you came in"
"I came in... and you're not out."
"What other exit?
"It's an emergency exit, so I'm not usually released. If you go out in the hallway, you'll see, but nothing's changed."
"So you disappeared somewhere while you were in the facility..."
"I don't want to, but I might be hiding somewhere. I'm going to look in the facility."
If you're hiding, Flam can tell by the signs.
In that sense, “hopes are dim" already at the moment.
Still, it doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't use "erase the signs” magic.
"Okay. I'll be with you."
"No, can Mr. Eterna check this room? The crystals on the table, the materials on the desk -- apparently, Crosswell is leaving the results of the research that he used this time untouched."
"... provocative. I've always thought of you as a man on the nose, but I don't care."
Fighting spirit dwells in Eterna's blue eyes.
You must be angry that you were being enchanted.
"But you'd better have a collaborator in Flam, too"
Eterna said as she just reached for the dossier.
"Mr. Henriette and the others will arrive soon. And then I'm going to ask you to help me unlock the magic around Gene."
"That helps. Perhaps it would help if Gene found out that he was" bewitched before he even noticed. "
"I don't want to rely on you if I can."
Nevertheless, this is about Cyril's life.
I have not chosen the means.
Fram and Milkit left the room leaving Eterna.
Flam cast the magic of inversion from one end to the passing researchers, releasing interference with the thought set up by Crosswell, while heading to a room with Shea and Gene.
◇ ◇ ◇
Five years ago the burning king's capital - a strange space that recreated it, the battle of Cyril was still going on.
Reflecting on the wasteful depletion in the first battle, Cyril will henceforth defeat the attacking Chimailas, mainly melee attacks.
"Alter Ego"
Against the stubborn Feilong-shaped Kimyra, you create countless identities and surround your opponent,
"Cannon"
“Power," and punching in a blow by a fist with an emphasis on “Weight."
"Ggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg!"
Compressed from all directions, Kimyra burst (...) and ran out of breath scattering blood and organs from all holes, including tears, mouths, and noses.
Go on, the Lion-shaped Kimyra, which has been attacked with no intermittent hair, has
"Brander Bus"
Diffusion bomb, zero range ejection.
Shooting bullets that are supposed to be scattered extensively all at once, Kimyra draws parabolic rays in the air as she is pierced through her body.
Next up is a bunch of werewolf Kimyra.
Cyril grabbed the tail of the falling Feilong-shaped Kimyra.
And define that body you gripped as a giant “battle axe”.
By virtue of his power as a brave man, he invokes his “way of handling”.
Instantly understood, it boldly swung its arms horizontally.
"Oh, Tornado!
You just wanted to be heavy, Cyril eats up her teeth, and she can consciously (...) apply her strength to her arms as well.
BOWN! and the swinging flying dragon-shaped Kimyra just circled around, creating a fierce tornado on the spot.
The werewolf shape that surrounded Cyril is swallowed up by a storm involving its wind blades and debris.
A tornado only took about ten seconds.
But in that time, the number of slaughters and blows inflicted by the werewolves was as many as four - or five - digits.
Of course it was released by Cyril, so the power comes with origami.
Their flesh became dust, and by the time the wind stopped, there was nothing left but an origin-core.
"This is a paragraph, I'd like to think"
Cyril took a breather as she lost sight of the enemy for the first time.
Kimyra that seems to gush inexhaustibly, but surely, I can see with signs that that number is decreasing.
For one thing, there are only a few left in the king's city.
But the problem is, where we took it all down, there's no guarantee we can get out of this space.
There's no alternative to defeating the enemy than coming this way, but if the exit still doesn't show up even after it's been wiped out - such anxiety passes through Cyril's brain.
Then she felt the next sign approaching.
Due to its size, is it again a herd of werewolf shaped Kimyra?
A bird's head on Warwolf's torso, and the bears' arms attached to each other, appear all over the place.
Ai is a sight that is no different and disgusting, making me want to doubt the aesthetic sense of the human being who made it.
"Kukeyeeeeeeee!"
Kimyra jumping at me.
"I wish I cared a little more about appearance"
Blurring, fisting Cyril.
When I jumped in to my nostalgia, I was going to stop with a blow - but Kimyra's movements were outside Cyril's fist reach and stopped perfectly.
Moreover, in the air (...).
"You say terrible things, brave man. Huh?"
And Kimyra, rapidly reshaped, perverted into the appearance of a blonde woman.
"Echidna......!
"For me, Kimyra. Ha, ha, ha. She's a cute kid, huh?
On Kimyra's back, a red tube pierces her.
The other Kimyras, who were about to strike Cyril, likewise had a tube pierced their back and turned into Echidna's figure.
I don't know why you're here.
"The brave man who makes fun of you, Kimyra. Huh?"
"Oops."
"Stick it in."
"Pour the contents."
"I'll give you (...) Wow"
The body should be stretching countless red tubes from between the legs - but so far, all I see is a split that has been transformed into an Echidna figure.
Cyril turned her back on the splitters trying to find the body, but the only result she got from that action was to get information that she was already surrounded.
"Knock..."
I also hear from Fram about Echidna.
At first glance, they seem weaker than the rest of the monsters at the point when they are in the shape of people, but those splinters have enough power to chew up soul eaters.
The surrounding area has been destroyed by Cyrillic magic, resulting in a flat terrain with no shelter.
Dealing with opponents coming from all directions here is not a good idea.
If possible, I'd like to take a distance and move it to a place where I can get the benefit of the land.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa."
At that time, Cyril heard a creepy groan, approaching from a distance.
At the same time, goggggggggggggggggggggg! and a crushing sound (...) that rocks the ground.
It's like approaching this one as you trample and crush the building - no, the city itself.
"Now what!?
Exactly. Cyril is in a hurry too.
What appeared before her like that was a monster like "Mukade”, made of innumerable - too many human and human bodies connected together.
The “Tower of the Dead”, which stood so close to blocking the gates of the King's capital, fell, crawling down the ground and approaching.
The monster rushes this way as he sweeps away Echidna's split that was blocking Cyril's escape route.
But it doesn't mean 'thank you for clearing the way'.
"He's a disobedient kid!
Echidna jumps off the path to avoid damage.
Cyril tried to avoid it the same way once, but...
(The other person grasps my power. At least about the status if you use "Brave”. On top of that, assuming that Chocolate's rescue is calculated just in time (...)
Connecting the entrance to Chocolate's house with this place means that the purpose of the enemy targeting Cyril would be to separate it from Chocolate.
Even if you were going to kill Cyril on this occasion, there's no way you're not thinking about if you cut through.
A hostage named Chocolate is an insurance policy for that matter - if so, all you need to do to rescue him is get out of the other person and poke at him.
I mean, beyond the enemy's assumptions, get rid of this crisis as soon as possible.
"Brave Rivaletto!"
So there is no need to spare any effort.
Brave Rivalette - That's Cyril's new trump card that improves his talent several times more from Brave's state.
After use, you will sleep for about three days, but the value of all statuses exceeds 80,000, which is exactly a force of anomaly.
With this power, we don't even have to avoid imminent giant advances.
"Humph!
Cyrillic stops a huge mukade like a few times more than a Cyrillic on the tip alone, with both arms.
I grabbed it as it was and lifted its body over a hundred meters (...).
"... no. I didn't hear that brave men have this power. Wow!
Echidna, bewildered, looked up at the tower of the dead (...) stood by Cyril's hand.
It is Cyril five years later that she is confronted.
It was also natural to be surprised at the dead copy of Echidona, which moves with knowledge five years ago.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!
And Cyril, by recognizing it as an "axe” he lifted, brings the magic of the brave to power.
"Meatier - Impact Wow!
No small work, just a swing down, too simple a blow.
"I ha, again... again? I'm not, uh, already dead once."
Echidna's head didn't even have the option of “resisting”.
There's no way to make it, there's no other way than to die.
So enlightened, in disappointment, crushed, erased by the explosive energy produced, without even leaving a piece of flesh behind.
The blow unleashed by Cyril crushed the city, broke the earth, and rocked violently the area around it, rather than the king's capital.
Regardless, the collection of the dead used as weapons also falls apart, unable to withstand its impact.
"Huh...... much better view"
Ma'am, I saw a sight further ahead, and Cyril twinkled so into swallowing.
Beyond the broken walls continues outside the once existing King's Capital.
"I wonder how far there is, this world. I don't think I'm gonna stay locked up forever... but I don't think so."
To be honest, I was optimistic that that was the last boss.
In the first place, it's just Cyril's discretionary imagination that if you take it all down, you can leave - but if revenge is what you're looking for, is it distracting where you killed him in a place like this?
Compared to the "chickenness” of other places of work, isn't it slightly too light?
First looking for other enemies, Cyril walked around the king's capital.
Although the majority of them have been damaged in earlier attacks, many still remain prototypes as cities.
As she walked down the streets of the East End, where there was no sign of Kimyra, immersed in a slight nostalgia, someone touched her ankle.
"Ahhh..."
Bloody and crawling was a girl with peachy hair.
"Doh... do... brave... what..."
The injury appears to have been sustained as a result of Cyril's earlier attack.
"Oh, dear, dear, dear mother, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear, dear..."
Cyril sighs lightly, shaking Chocolate's hand away from the spot.
It may look cold, and Cyril didn't feel good herself, but it's the kettle they think it is, even if it's hurting.
As long as you're in this space, there's no point in being anything but yourself.
Everything is there for harassment.
"... ha"
Nevertheless, no matter how much you split it up, it doesn't mean you don't feel anything.
Even though he still looked young, that was definitely because it was a reproduction of the chocolate that was in this place five years ago.
"You were cute five years ago... or something, but Chocolate wouldn't be happy"
Solo.
Convert to anger, not regret or guilt.
Use all means to arouse your mind trying to be depressed.
Worsening mental conditions lead to a decrease in equals status now that Brave Rivalette is used.
I had to avoid it at all costs.
Naturally, they figured it out before they did it.
"If I were to come out later, Deaza...... Hugh...... I wonder if there could be Maria. It's pretty hard to do around there."
Continue talking to yourself and reach the front of the gate.
So far, no new enemies have been attacked.
When I get out there as it is, I'm back in Concilia - I wish it was a light end.
"Aww."
But Cyril's forehead, about to dive through the gate, struck an invisible wall.
She hands the reddish part.
"I didn't know I could. And then what can I do to get out of here?"
Cyril then felt countless creatures move around the city.
It's a sign that didn't exist until earlier.
Turn around.
At the same time, voices are heard from various places.
"Shit... Somebody, somebody...!
"Ohhhhhhhh! Whoa, whoa!
"I'm done. I have to die now..."
"Don't worry, you're the only one who can help. Your mother will help you."
"Don't leave, Father will protect you!
"Guys... where...? I can't see it, it's dark...!
It's probably a replication of the people who were actually in this place five years ago.
All of a sudden, the reason they showed up in front of Cyril...
"... oh. Oh, okay."
Drop your hands all the time, nagging, staring at the scattered ground of rubble. Cyril enlightens.
"You want to call me a scoundrel so bad"
Someone I don't know is ordering Cyril.
If you don't kill him - if you don't become a villain, you can't leave.
To tailor as much “evil” as you can be convinced is reasonable, no matter how much you lay down your sins, as the object of revenge.