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

Chocolate, exposed to chemicals, was in a strange space if he noticed.

It's a simple wooden building, but it's so big that it doesn't seem like a private house.

The kitchen is large and the number of chairs placed in the dining room is high.

It's a sight that makes you feel like a large number of people lived there, but on the other hand it's on the table, like experimental appliances, chemicals, gems, etc.

It was not very, but it was not what was placed in the space where ordinary humans lived.

The view does not exist outside the window.

It was unnaturally bright in the room, even though the dark was just spreading -.

"It would be an unbalanced sight"

I was sitting in a chair, a man with long hair opening his mouth.

When he put his hand on the purple ore, the magic formation rose.

"I didn't mean to immerse myself in the grief, but I hear the noise got mixed up when making the crystal of thought. Oh, the ideological crystal is about this purple lens I created. It's a technique that clearly defines the“ rumors ”and“ beliefs ”needed to activate the magic of“ dreams ”. By pairing it with that ore that seals the magic of your dreams, you can theoretically trigger all kinds of phenomena"

A man who speaks to rap.

It seems that he no longer intends to hide the seeds - but he was suddenly brought in, told suddenly, and couldn't possibly understand the meaning of the chocolate nowadays.

The only thing I can tell is that I recognize that dark-haired man.

"Croswell Matrices of the Royal Institute of Magic......"

"You know me"

The compound that brought Chocolate this far walks over to Crosswell.

And he gently stroked the cheeks of the monster.

"You know what I mean... because you were the tenant who helped us five years ago!

It was definitely Crosswell who created the escape route from the Wang capital.

In other words, for Chocolat, he was an object of respect.

So - Chocolate can't hide her anger that the identity of the "teacher” was him.

"Yet how could you do this... return your father!

"Dead people don't come back to life."

"... Huh?

"It would be a dish. It exists in this world, very commonly."

I don't think it was the man who tried to break it, it was such a cruel thing.

Chocolate shakes her head and denies the words.

"Let me hope... let me see your mother like that... what? You knew that from the beginning? Things that can't be helped!? And you killed your father because you knew he wouldn't come back to life!?

"I was hoping to do something about it. But at the same time, I know there's nothing I can do about it. Now I'm... pretty smart too. I won't waste it on the answer I get. And that changes the laws of physics."

"Then what are you doing this for? Ooh!

Crosswell said in a flat manner so as to recieve the passion of Chocolat and others.

"I don't know"

"Is...?

"Kina, who I thought was my only family, died. It was that day five years ago. If I rushed back to see the inflaming King's Capital, what was rolling there was a twisted piece of flesh that was kina until not long ago. I didn't have to be sure anymore, but I was dead by the time I had no skin. I didn't want to believe it, but at the same time I saw it and instantly understood that it was something I couldn't do anymore - something that couldn't be helped. And immediately, he began to help people escape. I wasn't aware of anything. Maybe for me, that was a natural thing to do."

Roots are good people.

But such roots can rot, and even stems can decay if struck by raindrops.

"Then it was all over, about when the reconstruction of the Wang capital began, I finally realized the anomaly that had happened to me. I didn't know. What do you want, what are you angry about, and what are you sad about? As if I had pulled a pillar out of my soul, I was empty myself and I could no longer recognize my greed only by objectifying myself"

"I don't know...!

"I'm sorry, I don't know either. Apparently, myself, I'm moving as my emotions are, but it just seems like some other HR. I mean, my principle of behavior, by the way, is disconnected from my reason."

"So you want to say you're not bad!?

Crosswell gently shakes his head to the side.

"No. I am such an evil man that I can no longer go back. I understand that. With that in mind - and I don't know what I'm gonna do, I mean."

Taga is off, I guess that's the most appropriate word.

If Crosswell wants to stop, he won't.

Because there is a complete divergence between reason that wants to stop and instincts that actually move the body.

But if Crosswell's own reason at the time also wanted to stop his own foolishness, the answer is no.

Indifferent everywhere.

Whoever died, whoever lived back, with other personnel who would wake up in an infinitely distant world, I just didn't think it mattered.

"First, I accidentally learned the truth five years ago, which was left in the royal castle. I saw something that was strictly secret, I... So I found out it was Cyril Sweetica who unsealed the Origin"

"But the seniors were manipulated!

"Oh, I know. So at that point, I wasn't trying to avenge anything. But over time... I guess I couldn't stand the loss of Kina myself. If I don't blame someone, I'm sorry. But Origin is gone. It seems that Deaza, who is said to have been closest to Origin, is also dead. Then you'll have to resent Cyril Sweetica"

"I'm not just being selfish......!

"Absolutely right. But the facts that have happened cannot be changed. Yes... it did. Already. I can't help it."

Or if he had stomped at the first point, he might have lived admired by the people of the kingdom, as a good wizard.

But it was only a matter of time before that “first” mistake was the best nectar for him.

"That was a pile of coincidences, I think. I've met Shea Manydum."

"Shea......?

"Shea Manidum. The owner of a rare attribute called a dream, whose information is also hidden because it is a dangerous ability. Simply put," an attribute that embodies what people imagine ”. Because it's such a dangerous force, it's managed after analysis in the lab."

"Then I used that power to make your father or mother that way...!

"No, no, that's the result of getting Necromancy research material. That was a coincidence, too. If I hadn't met Shea Manydum, I probably wouldn't have been interested in Necromancy either. Theoretically, it makes all phenomena feasible - because if we didn't meet such forces, we wouldn't have thought absurdly about resurrecting Kina, etc."

Knowing about Shea's power, he realized it was' something controllable if he were me '.

And so much so that it came true.

"But as a result of trying to revive Kina using the power of her dreams, she was born - not even a person, but a loss of life"

"Oh, hey..."

The compound, which was said not to be lost, called Crosswell a little lonely.

But he doesn't hate her either.

Not Kina, but I know I have a responsibility that I have created.

So to the fullest - I was going to pour out my love, when I couldn't be interested.

For once, there is a single scale of kina in some of it.

"This would also be the result of mixed noise. There's a dead Kina stuck in my brain that day. Therefore, the generation of the ideological crystal did not work"

"Why..."

"Hmm?"

"That Shea is supposed to be under control, how could she be like that..."

"I had a hard time at first, the lab's secure. It's not easy enough to interfere with Shea Manydum."

Crosswell is a good wizard.

Trustworthy, nothing bad - there was such a gap in the name of preconceived notions that he was able to crawl through the net of security.

"But on the other hand, once it worked, the rest was easy. Because even that hero stopped questioning my behavior by creating an ideological crystal with the information that" no one noticed, unconditionally, conveniently trusted me. "

"Such a mess......!

"I'm going through, that's it. That's why the power of dreams is dangerous."

Crosswell whitewashed.

But if that's possible, he no longer has any enemies.

Not to be suspicious of every human being, but to be able to kill, resurrect and continue to desecrate the world, in a leisurely and comfortable manner.

How much you fought against someone like that, there's no way you can go home alive.

Chocolate was acknowledging the fact.

I mean, I was about to give up.

My body is eroded with poison, even if someone came to help me anyway.

If the antidote didn't exist, it was only a matter of time before I became like my father.

"I know exactly why I've been able to move so far for celebrities."

- And there's no chocolate or crosswell in the room, a woman's voice sounds.

The three gazes were simultaneously directed at the door of the room behind the chocolate.

When it opened, it was the bloody Cyrillic that emerged from it.

"Seniors!

Chocolate's expression only brightened for a moment and blued as soon as he saw the red liquid attached.

"Huh. That was fast out there, Cyril Sweetica"

Crosswell said unexpectedly.

As Cyril thought, he succeeded in getting out.

"How are you feeling?

"Sucks. If I don't kill you, it's not going to clear up"

"I'm glad to hear a murderous response."

"Killing me isn't as good as you"

"You don't have to be modest. The more you follow, the more you've just killed a lot of people, right? Maybe the girl was mixed up."

"Thanks to you, that's why (...) I broke it off if you don't mind killing me. Because it can't be who you are there."

"I see - this was a failure. They had better have prepared someone else in red than to make a bad acquaintance."

There was no particular look of remorse, said Crosswell, purely intriguing.

"... eh"

Chocolate, who heard the two conversations, blues more and more.

"Don't show your nature too much. My juniors are frightened."

"I don't mind. Because I know that Chocolate doesn't hate me at all."

"Seniors..."

Killing Cyril is very scary, to be honest.

But I also feel reliable because I understand that it also includes anger at the fact that I've been exposed to chocolate there.

"That's a lot of trust. Then why don't you do it?"

The carbide disappears from the side of the crosswell and appears behind the chocolate.

Cyril tried to move aggressively, but the compound is not "moving quickly" and is warping in a complete flash.

Even if we attack from here, it's impossible to save only Chocolate.

Rather, it could get caught up in the attack.

Cyril couldn't move poorly - while doing so, Chocolate moved in front of Crosswell by another metastasis.

He then rose out of his chair and stuck a magically created knife of rock to Chocolate's neck.

"If it moves, I'll kill this girl."

"What are the terms of liberation?

"I'm going to kill you now, and I'm going to take the time to kill you. In the meantime, never resist."

"Don't ask, seniors! I'm gonna die of poison anyway! There's no antidote, and he said it won't last that long anymore!

Chocolate screaming ready to die.

Cyril heard it and let her cheeks pull.

"I'm more shocked than a hostage over there... just stay put because I'll help you"

"I thought I told you I'd kill you if you moved. It won't take me a second to kill this girl, will it?

"Then I help Chocolate in 0.01 seconds. Revolver!"

Cyril waves her fist at the same time as she begins to say the magical name that activates.

The bullet of magic emanating from it was ejected in a straight line without a small workmanship, gripping a crosswell knife - blowing up from its wrist.

"Gu, my hand......!?

"Ooh, ooh, ooh!

By the time we react, after the loss of our right hand already.

The compound leaned on a crosswell that bled and distorted his face into pain.

"Sempa!

In that gap, Chocolate escapes and hugs Cyril.

"Chocolate, it's okay now"

"Seniors... Seniors, no... me, your father and your mother... me too, the poison... ugh, ugh..."

Chocolate rubbed her face against Cyril's chest, blurring and tears.

"All right, all right. Because the poison should be cured by Eterna."

Eterna can do something about it - Cyril wasn't in a hurry because of that certainty.

Apparently, Crosswell himself doesn't have S-rank equivalent status or enough power to beat the brave.

Perhaps the attribute he deals with is earth.

Being desperate to hold the wound means that there is no means here either to heal it.

That's the amount of bleeding, if you let it go, you'll die soon - and Cyril tried to get Chocolate out of the room.

Then Crosswell stops the two of them.

"... you can't go outside without killing me"

It's a hassle.

"With that said, aren't you really resistant to killing people? Unlike the real hero, Fram Apricot, you must not have joined the fight to the end."

"Well, sure, I don't really feel like it."

Cyril has fought on his journey with Demons and Monsters.

In it, I've never killed a demon before, and I'd rather kill the same person.

But she's different now.

"Well, even though it's a crop, is it something that Teng could say that caused me to kill people scattered?

I was forced to slaughter innocent people, irresistible people (...).

Even though it is fake, neither the cry of the Terminator nor the feeling of tearing the flesh is the same as the real one.

The senses are completely paralyzed.

"Thanks to you, maybe I can't resist killing people right now."

I don't know what to do now, but I think I can kill one or two of them.

Especially if it's someone like Crosswell who “doesn't mind killing” you.

"Then kill me quickly. My wound hurts and I can't help it. If you want to suffer this pain and twitch to death, I want to die quickly and disappear from a world without kina"

"What's that? You want to appeal to me now that I'm dead? I can tell you a lot by keeping a lot of people involved."

"I'm sure you missed dying alone"

"For your own sake, like other personnel"

"It will be common. When one loses something important, when one is physically and mentally weak, one loses sight of even oneself. I don't know what I want to do or where I want to go, but still time goes on and my body moves"

In retrospect, Cyril had similar experiences - but I'm not going to be in tune.

Because I didn't want to tarnish my memories of the past with the disgraceful rettel of "the same as this man”.

The memories of the time were very bitter, but they are also important factors that make up the current Cyrillic.

"Resuscitation by Necromancy was also too far from complete. You were just packing something different from what it was supposed to be by feeding the living, while the soul lingered on the corpse. Kina won't come back forever that way. I knew it. I know, and still - I didn't try to stop it. My desire is," There's still a little hope left. "

"You seem to like your story."

"Phew, the vegan is an oligarchy tach, but let me talk about it at the end of the day."

For the first time, Crosswell smiled.

But Cyril understands that the expression is a masked crop.

It's not like I want to tell my story.

He's really trying to buy us some time.

Bad at birth, with some intent.

"- Well, no matter how much time you earn. Because the flams will arrive soon."

After discerning such crosswell intentions, Cyril said coldly.

"You think they're coming? This is the same space you lost earlier, Concilia, not Concilia."

"But it wasn't out of range (...)"

Cyril takes the communication terminal out of her pocket and shows it to Crosswell.

The screen had been cracked in a fierce battle, but the functionality was not dead.

"I see, communication terminal - were you ready before you showed up? I didn't know you were buying time, but on the contrary, you were buying time."

"The conversation's all over the place."

"And with all that time, it's possible to detect the reverse,"

Cyril didn't know anything about reverse detection.

I was just hoping that Flam would spot this place based on how the conversation went.

But as Crosswell says, if there's such a way, around Eterna would be doing it for me.

"And with Fram Apricot, it's also possible to crack open the entrance from the slightest distortion of space. Dozens of minutes like this - I tried to prolong it until your junior died, but I don't think so."

"That sort of thing. There's no more name left to prolong than revealing each other's bellies. I don't want to see your face anymore, so let me kill you."

Cyril finally shook her fist up.

I don't know what to say, they've been attached for a long time.

I guess she also had some desire to know why Crosswell extended to this kind of behavior.

"Senior...... you do it"

"Close your eyes, Chocolate"

"No, keep it up...... I'll get a good look at it. I think it'll be neater."

My father died.

And my mother - she felt like she was dead because of Crosswell.

At least, it's true that he was trampled and defiled.

I don't want to see people die anymore.

Even five years ago, the events that followed earlier have left a deep wound in Chocolate's heart.

Still, Crosswell's death needed to be burned to memory in order to get the separation - "resentment cleared."

Cyril said nothing more to Chocolate, sticking her fist forward.

"Revolver"

Bullets released.

It's in a straight line, approaching the head of Crosswell.

"Oh, dear."

The monster tried to move him to cover.

Then Crosswell took control of it with his hands.

Shortly afterwards, the bullet struck directly between his eyebrows and blew...

"Huh..."

Eye, bone pieces, transparent, pink, red - I bounced and flew, punching the contents of my head.

Later, Crosswell's body collapses with a baton from his back.

"Ouch... Ouch..."

The monster leans sadly against him.

Cyril turned her back silently and pulled Chocolate's hand as she stood still.

"... Oh, thank you"

"The poison can definitely be cured by Eterna, so don't worry"

"Yes......"

The force in his gripped hand was strong enough to feel the pain lightly.

"You don't have to be dragged."

"This isn't a tragedy."

'Cause a killer is just immersed in himself'

Yes, I seem to be telling Chocolate.

"Seniors..."

She opened her mouth as she walked through the door and out into the hallway.

"That's cool. You're going to lean on me."

"Nothing, I hope."

"You're going to be a troublesome junior."

"Chocolate is a senior, unfaithful junior, that's not what started it now."

"That's terrible..."

"The more the handy child, the more the attachment"

"It's terrible on top of each other. Are you really loved, me"

"It's okay, because I'm not so flirtatious as to abandon my junior who's about to break even now"

That's what I said, Cyril smiled.

It was a joking conversation, but Chocolate is not so blunt either that I can't feel the seriousness put into it.

"Ah... yes. This sword, I give it back."

Chocolat remembered there about the sword he had borrowed from Cyril.

Instead, there was no time to return it so far.

The blade of the sword handed to Cyril has a sticky red blood on it.

"Thanks to you, I survived"

"Yeah."

"... thank you, I will"

Who the hell did you slaughter with this sword - Cyril doesn't know yet.

But it's not hard to see how Chocolate's mind is shaking and imagine that.

Cyril shook Chocolate's hand and now tangled her fingers to reassure her, gently telling her.

"Let's get out of here and get some rest"

"Yes, no..."

Chocolate responding with a trembling voice.

She wept and rubbed her nose through the door, the exit, with Cyril.

◇ ◇ ◇

By reverse detection by Eterna, Flam found out where Cyril was.

Connected to the space where Crosswell was located was the corner of his lab.

It is precisely because the lighthouse was dark and there was no trace of him leaving the laboratory.

Naturally, you can't see the entrance, but as long as you know the exact position, all you have to do is reverse that “small” distortion to a “large” distortion with the force of the flam.

When the hole plunged into the human size, Flam jumped into it without hesitation.

Out in the dark hallway.

Moving forward, open the door to the left of the poke -

"Cyril, hey!

He was a flam who stepped indoors calling his name,

"That... isn't there?

There was no sign of Cyril there.

The room is full of raw odor.

"Oh, hey. Not quite... or, I guess, Shishi. Ooh, ooh, ooh..."

Kina's loss of success still leads to Crosswell's body.

"That corpse... Kirill did it?

Croswell, the mastermind, was already dead.

Then the revenge play should have closed - the fact that there is no Cyril on this occasion makes Flam uneasy.

If it was after the escape already, where did she and her junior disappear?

"Ouch... me, wow, just... come on... Ouch, bubba, bubba, bubba..."

A tearful shizuku that spills through the crevice gap caused by the twisting of the area that touches the head.

Flam looks at her, crushing to her worries.

"If it was Mr. Crosswell's purpose to bring Mr. Kina back to life - the truth is, at the very beginning, it might have worked."

Flam saw her grief, “real”.

I mean, the given flesh was just incomplete - indeed, there lived Kina's soul.

But there's nowhere to prove it.

Crosswell, the Ten who created her, is dead, and Kina herself, because she's not sure she's real.

Whatever it is, it's too cruel to leave only one person here.

Flam silently invoked and shook up the divine eater.

"Furla, furla, mu,. Yes... but... Oh, hey... dude. Wow, wow, wow... wow..."

"... ugh!

And the blade cuts her off.

If you were a person, you would have been desperate in an instant.

But she does not die soon, but slowly dies, next to her beloved brother, clouding her blood from her open wound.

"Together... everywhere... everywhere..."

Flam bit his lip and saw how it looked.

And when I shake my neck to the left and right, I tap both cheeks peppery and put my feelings back in.

"Come on, don't look for Cyril!

There's a good chance he escaped, but the first step is to explore this building.

"Cyril! Chocolate! Where is it?

Flam looking for indoors without scraps, calling out loud.

After doing so for a while, a pull and ringtone rang from her butt pocket.

"Hmm? It's from the mill kit. Hello."

"Master!

Milkit, who answered the call, seems to have panicked.

"What's wrong, Milkit? I don't have Cyril over here."

"That's like Mr. Kirill using 'Blaster' towards the sky, far southeast of Wang Du!

"In the southeast, Cyril, blaster?

Flam snapped his neck.

What, and how, is that happening?

"Blaster is the one who puts out that light, right? That's southeast... southeast...? Oh, maybe!

'Do you have any idea where it is?

"In that direction, if you have Cyril's hometown... no way"

Worst possibility floating in the back of your brain.

No, even if that prediction was off, this is the best and worst way to do it as "harassment”.

If Cyril had been flown all the way to her hometown, it would take more than enough for Flam to rush from Concilia.

While going back and forth there, if Chocolate's poison progresses - even if it doesn't, the timing for Eterna to tackle detoxification will surely be slower.

"If you're so smart, I don't think that's all... we need to hurry"

Flam rushed out instantly and jumped out of the space created by Crosswell.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Duh, what's going on? Why is Cyril here!?

"Yes! And what the hell is that guy..."

Cyril's parents can't hide their confusion in front of their daughter and mysterious woman, who suddenly appeared in front of them.

But Cyril and Chocolate were the most confused.

When I got out of that space, I was suddenly flown to Cyril's home.

But it wasn't just the two of us who came.

A robe-wrapped, long-haired, cross-well resemblance - but an unidentified man with a face covered in black shadows appeared and tried to assault Cyril's parents.

It was in the present situation that I stopped it at the right place and went out of the house with my parents and chocolate.

"I mean this one was fateful from the start...... Grr, heavy......!

Cyril was a sword and took the hand knife (...) that the “man” waved down.

Gaggin! and heavy shocks and sounds as if even a giant axe was hit.

Cyril's muscle strength now exceeds 80,000.

Still, it was powerful enough to be pushed.

"Father, Mother, get away from me!

"But Cyril's in danger!

"Gu, ah... Chocolate, please take me! I can't afford it!

Cyril's mother may be worried, but perhaps the man's purpose is to kill her parents in front of Cyril.

Then first, we need to get those two out of here.

"Wow, I get it! I'll explain later...... uh, gu, gu... both of you, here, to...!

Chocolate, who tried to guide Cyril's parents, held her breasts and stopped her legs with a bitter look on her face.

"It's okay!?

"Fine. I'm fine... come on... Hurry!

She was Cyril's mother to worry about, but Chocolate moves her legs forward in an empty air.

(Not good... not good, first off! I can't get chocolate like this. But I can't afford to turn a blind eye to chocolate, either!

In a hurry, things don't change.

But the man in front of me comes slapping the knife even more repeatedly.

Even though Cyril says it's the best he can do because he takes it, his hands are changing slightly to blade-like shapes.

Each time, you get more power to slap.

'Oh... I feel so, so sunny...'

A shadow-covered face - a red mouth occurs all the way in the center so as to break it to the left and right.

'In a world without Kina, thus becoming a pure being, for the first time I have regained me... I am no longer me, but I exist here as I have always been...'

The man, speaking in the voice of Crosswell, slapped his arm on Cyril as wildly as he could.

Gaggin ', gaggin'! and each time a spark scatters, and the heel of Cyril stepping on it slips away and retreats.

"Come on, let's do it, let's get revenge."

Arms that can be shaken up.

The shape had already become a completely three-day moon-shaped blade.

Cyril defeats the sword to the side and prepares to take the next blow.

And the ferocious blade falling from heaven - but vanished just before it collided.

"Cyril Sweetica. You lose everything you care about today."

A voice heard from behind.

His aim is only Cyril's “precious thing".

When the man stands in front of his fleeing parents, he shakes his arm blade to mow its neck.

"Accelera leito, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

Cyril gets the magic of acceleration and kicks the earth.

We can't stop the attack now in time.

If so - there's only one way to save my parents.

interrupt in between, throw your body out, and take it instead (...) -

"Shen Pa...... Yi......?

The man's blade slashes Cyril's body with his armor.

Rolling down the ground, she lay still, bleeding heavily from her torso.