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

Cyril is slashed by something similar to Crosswell that suddenly appears and falls.

To Cyril, who doesn't move while lying on the ground, Chocolate turns headlong trying to rush over, but when the monster sees her, he had to stop on the spot.

Even Cyril, who has maximized the power of the brave, is an unstoppable opponent.

What can you say to Chocolate who doesn't have the power to fight?

Cyril's parents feel the same way.

Fall down, before my bloody daughter, but I can't do anything.

"Same as five years ago."

It walks over to the three of us, talking in the voice of Crosswell.

"Just like I lost Kina, Cyril Sweetika has to lose her family"

"Seniors say nothing wrong...... you know, and still you say we'll get revenge......!

"Except for understanding and convincing."

"No, just for self-satisfaction!

"Revenge is such a thing"

Chocolate stands in front of Cyril's parents, hands wide open, and perseveres against her.

"Run, both of you"

"So, but you!

"Anyway, I won't last long because of the poison! Come on, come on!

It is some sort of self-inflicted self-abandonment.

But in fact, if the purpose of that existence, like the shadow of Crosswell, is to kill Cyril's parents, then it shouldn't be wrong to let the two of them get away first here.

Because there is no better way to help Chocolate than to be flown far away from Concilia.

"Ku...... let's go"

"Oh... Cyril... Cyril!

Drawing the hand of his wife in a half-indulgence state, Cyril's father walks away from the spot.

Shadows approaching.

Chocolate closed her eyes and waited for her own body to be slashed as she raised and lowered her chest with great breath.

But always, the pain is not coming.

When I opened my eyes - the distance between the chocolate and the monster was “zero”.

It's not close range, it's intimate, that kind of thing.

His body is entering the body like it's sinking into a liquid.

And as it is, it passes through (...) as if to ignore the presence of Chocolate, tracking the fleeing parents.

"Hey, why...?

Chocolate shrugs, but quickly turns around and tries to grab him by the shadows.

But still, you can't touch it.

The shaken arm slips through the shadow body.

"Oh, ah..."

At that time, the fallen Cyril opened her thin eyelids.

(Ouch... so painful... the wound is hot, my body is cold, my breath is painful...)

I managed to regain consciousness, but the situation is not fragrant.

(Flam was... harder than this... you were fighting... oh wow... I knew it...)

It has the ability to regenerate, and the pain is not comparable to a thin flam - normally, humans can't move if they suffer major wounds.

It is true that she had overcome it with her strength.

If you get hurt, you can feel the anomaly.

But at the same time, I know exactly why Flam tried to do that.

Above all, to protect a loving being, through pain. But people try to get up.

Parents. Hometown people. And chocolate.

Cyril now had good reason to stand up.

Supporting his body with trembling hands, with his sword instead of his wand, Cyril slowly rises.

"Ooh... ooh..."

I can't do it silently.

You have to raise your voice, delude the pain, and let yourself live.

"Ohhhhhhh!

Bark and finally succeed in standing on both feet.

Although my body is still trembling and I will keep that posture to the best of my ability.

"Senior...... good, you're alive!

"I don't know... but... Gu"

"Seniors!

Chocolate ran over to Cyril, who was about to fall.

But his body is also eroded by poison.

"Ah."

Before reaching Cyril, Chocolate had her legs pulled and fell directly from the front.

"Chocolate......!

"Oh, I'm sorry. Me too... Looks a lot like the poison is spinning..."

Her complexion is bright blue and her lips purple.

My body is trembling and my gaze is not fixed.

Cyril is still bleeding, too, and I don't even know how long she can stand.

How do we stand up to these two full-blown creatures?

(You can't... I don't care what you think. If so... help, I need to call...)

Cyril turned her blade to heaven and put her magic into it.

"Blaster...... ugh!

And emit a band of light towards the gray sky.

The rays emitted ripped the clouds, bringing slight sunshine to the ground.

(Well... you'll notice, I don't know)

For one thing, this is it, I did what I did.

And then there's how to protect my parents until someone comes to help me, but...

(First, we need to stop the blood. Chocolate... I'm sorry, but I can't do anything. The poison that heals with healing magic is a sweet little thing, because I don't think that man will make it. So I've never used healing magic... but if you're a brave man, you can do it... or if you don't do it, I'm in trouble)

Cyril first disarmed and stored the armor.

No matter how hard the armor was, I decided it was useless to that shadow opponent.

Then he puts his hand from above the wound, narrows his eyes, and remembers.

(Generic recovery...... no, I'm the only one who can cure it. More, simply, not blocking wounds... of self-healing abilities, boosting... this would be on the extension line of a stat boosting brave... I can imagine...)

The magical form is set.

When the answers sought were found, at the same time, the power of the brave gave it a name worthy of its magic.

"Remission!

Light floods through Cyril's wounds.

The wound slowly blocked, and for one thing the bleeding healed.

"Recovering... I'm... amazing, seniors. That's brave."

Chocolate said, laughing powerlessly.

(I stopped bleeding somehow, but I still don't think I can beat the real job,)

Cyrillic with an even more bitter look.

As she said, the wound blocked, but the pain is still there.

Lost blood hasn't come back either.

Furthermore, the temperature remains low, and the headache and nausea are severe.

Still, I could just move, it was many times better than earlier.

"Sorry, Chocolate. Me, I'm coming."

"Yes...... good luck, seniors"

How long can Chocolate survive?

It's possible he's dead when he comes back.

Then at least, there was a desire to nurse you - if you don't help your targeted parents.

Chocolate sent Cyril out pleasantly because she understood that too.

"... I really miss you. Huh."

Lying on the ground, Chocolate shrugged so as she looked away at Cyril's back.

◇ ◇ ◇

Medical Magician's Union Headquarters - Sarah, who was treating people who had their lower body amputated, finally came out of the infirmary after that big job.

Then walk down the hall with a tired face and head to the locker room.

Patients are still not fully healed, but the lost lower body was regenerating by “redefining the correct shape”.

In a few days, it will be back to normal.

"Ahhh... I'm tired. Aww. I can't live without rubbing and sucking Neigus' chest..."

Good thing there aren't people around, Saila drooling her desires with her hands twitched.

Well, no one is surprised at what they've just seen.

"Phew... but it doesn't seem like a great sight for my lower body to grow while doing what I did... I feel like I'm blaspheming a lot"

Saila snapped one as she took off her hat in front of the locker and removed her mask.

I sometimes wonder how much healing magic technology is developing, such as the mutilated and lost lower body returning intact - not overly ignoring the world's cuisine.

"Nevertheless, there are people who give it up and grow up like Fram Oi. It's as wasteful as you care."

That's how Teng himself killed God.

If there are people who can be saved by that, I'm sure Sarah is on the right path.

"More than that now, I'm replenishing Negas!

Imagine Neigus naked, his arm moves faster.

She should be waiting for Sarah to come home, too, somewhere in HQ.

Whatever, I heard the procedure went down, I might be waiting in front of the locker room.

"Get dressed. Come on, Izuka, let's go get the double hills!

Because of tiredness, there's nothing to stop Saila from craving anymore.

I go around and leave the room looking excited, sharing even the lower stuff that I would probably not talk about.

"Good day, Saila."

There, Negas stood.

He spread his hands and waited for Saila.

"Negas... That's right, it sounds like Negas to me when I want you to be there!

"I missed you too, Saila."

"Neighhhh!

Saila jumps in with a bustling double hill.

Negas waiting.

And from across the hallway, a mysterious shadow approaching both of us at a tremendous rate.

The shadow instantly approached Saila, lifting her little body.

"Huh? Fram, lady?

Yes, the identity of the shadow is Flam.

She said a word,

"I'm going to borrow a little saira!

I just leave it to Negas to run out again at a speed that's not even in my sight.

"Neigus uuuuuuuuuuu!

Sarah reaching out to her beloved.

But the voice and figure ruthlessly turn away.

No matter how much Negas, there was no way I could keep up with the speed of the flam.

"If it's not over, I can't help it."

Of course I missed Neigus to drop me off, but to some extent I'm breaking it off.

"When I get back, I'll pour you the luv twice as usual...... it's a fight, Saila."

She squeezed her hands tightly and sent Yale to Saila, who kept away.

◇ ◇ ◇

Fram takes Saila into the lab near the royal castle and sends her to Eterna's room.

"Mr. Eterna, I brought you Selah!

"Thanks, Flam"

"My eyes... my eyes are turning..."

"I'm suddenly sorry. But I need Saila's help to help Cyril's junior!

"Mr. Cyril's junior, do you...?

"I will explain. But we don't have time, so just the gist."

Saila listens to Eterna as she is held by Flam.

Milkit was in the corner of the room and stood still a bit to keep out of the way.

"The mastermind of this case was Crosswell"

"Does that look like him!? How come again..."

"Ask Flam later for the reason. Anyway, he poisoned his juniors to avenge Cyril"

"Fram, can't you turn it off?

"Probably assuming that, combined with some poison"

"When the slow-most poison on the table disappears, it reacts to it, and the next thing I know, it's a very strong poison." So if I touch it poorly, it could be dangerous the other way around "

"I don't know... you could have done that, that guy"

It is no longer a question of impossibility.

It exists, and what you need to think about is how to cure it, more than someone is suffering.

"Crosswell died politely, leaving a note about the poison. Based on this, I make the antidote"

"So what should we do... and then where are you?

"Probably Cyril's hometown - even the finals are flown (...). Where it takes me twenty or thirty minutes to get back and forth."

"One way or the other, you might not make it back and forth. So I'd like to ask Saila for a life extension (...)"

"What exactly am I supposed to do?

"Continue restorative magic so that certain organs are not eroded by poison to stop functioning. I want you to read it as you head to the finals because it's all on this paper about how to do it"

"Okay. If there's someone you can save, you can still do it!

It would have been enough to hear that answer.

No more time is wasted.

"Good luck, Master, Saila!

Finally, intertwining his gaze with Milkit, Flam immediately left the room.

And when he leaves the institute again in no time, he kicks the ground on the spot and rises high in the sky.

"Hold on tight, Saira!

"Roger that! Or, Mr. Eterna, you're not going to tell me to read the material in this state!

While desperately gripping the paper, which was still going to blow due to the wind, Saila began deciphering it in a temper.

◇ ◇ ◇

The creatures of Crosswell dwell on Crosswell's will.

Neither did he himself wonder why he was here when he was supposed to be dead.

My life was supposed to be scattered, my soul lost, and I was supposed to be summoned to Kina.

"Does the power of Shea Manydum mean it is possible to attract even souls"

And that “failure” that I missed in Crosswell, or...

Just noticed it's too late.

Most importantly, realizing that didn't hurt his chest.

Because he's not a complete crosswell.

I lived only a fragment of my emotions, because I'm just a vengeful ghost.

Hence...

"Damn, I knew I was gonna kill you! I'm not going to help her!

"Don't stop, Cyril risked her life to help us, okay? As a parent...... I feel sorry for you. But there's nothing we can do about it!

- I don't feel guilty for putting a sinless person in front of me desperately fleeing.

Kick the ground.

Moments later, Crosswell disappeared and stood in front of Cyril's parents.

"Were you close?

"What...?

"Cyril Sweetica and you are friends."

The arms I shook up were always in a state where I could snap their heads and fly.

Cyril's father stands in front of her mother and spreads his hands to cover her, but that doesn't even make it a wall.

With a croswell, you'll be able to take your life at the same time.

"That girl... she's a proud daughter. It's our most important treasure!

"Well, that's good -"

I was wondering what I would do if I was really broke and Kirill didn't grieve greatly after killing both of them.

Well, I guess I didn't have to worry about that at the time Cyril was covered - just when I was free.

Killing them is natural, but that doesn't make sense unless it's in front of Cyril.

We have to wait for them to arrive.

"Father, Mother!

And as Cyril reached out, I caught up to where I could see...

'Then it fits (...). Execute the execution.'

There was much more force in Crosswell's arms, and a blade lit by the sun tilted.

He waves down the blade as he distorts the mouthy organ floating on his pitch-black face into the three-day moon shape.

In an attempt to accelerate, no force can be used to stop it at this distance.

"I thought you were coming."

Cyril, who should have been there before, whispers so in his ear.

A sword that can stick to your back.

Converging magic.

"How do you get this distance...... no, you know what?"

"Both of you, get down - blaster!

And from zero distance, it releases stored energy.

Shgoh - and Crosswell's upper body is wrapped in light and burned out.

To its power, that's just how he got lightly out of shape, too.

"Run while you can!

Cyril also understands immediately the lack of response.

He said he was intact.

Though lightly curled by its impact, it adapts immediately and slashes it with a blade from the light.

Cyril interrupted Blaster and took a jumping distance.

Shortly afterwards, the "other Cyril”, who should have been in front of Crosswell (...), hugs him on his back.

"Alter ego burst!"

It's a split to deceive his eyes.

The incarnation converts all the magic that was left behind to maintain its appearance into killing power, causing a small explosion.

"You know, it's no use."

Out of the blast flames, a crosswell pops out flat.

Doesn't work.

Whatever you do, no matter how powerful you get, you're not...

"Always."

Crosswell knocks the deformed blade out of his arm and leaves it at his disposal.

Cyril takes it with a sword that supports it with both hands.

"With that degree of power"

If you care about that, you should be able to slash it from another angle.

But he won't.

To break and destroy the Cyrillic, by no time you have complete skin.

"With that degree of willingness -"

- Beat it.

With every blow, Crosswell's blade gets huge.

- Beat it.

Its shape is closer to an axe than a sword, adding even more weight.

- Knock it down.

"Don't Think Sinners Get Popular Happiness, etc."

Gagowong!

I can't stand it at last and Cyril's knee bends.

When this happens, it is no longer possible to support its weight.

Even if the knee touches the ground and attempts to hold the blade by the hand to receive it, the impact will crush the bones of the left arm.

With one more shot, we can crush Cyril's skull - then Crosswell kicked Cyril's flank kneeling in front of him.

"Guaaaaaaa!}

She was blown up and slammed against a stone wall in a private house.

The armor was shaken, the bones were broken inside of it, the guts were crushed, and a great deal of blood was spit out of his mouth.

But he's not dead.

It doesn't make sense if you kill him.

First of all, you have to kill your parents in a more brutal way right in front of you, and then you have to kill them like they are after you.

"Let it... Ru. Such a big, faceless man... ruined me, don't you think... Huh!

Cyrillic rising his sword to a cane.

No matter how Crosswell resents her, none of the opposite is true.

Try from Cyril, a pompous man is finally trying to take away the decent days he's had - it's just such an irrational situation.

"I mean, you can't... if you do it that way, and you get your wish or something, come on. Oh!

If you put it up on both legs, all you have to do is eat up your teeth, put the pain in the back of you, and move on to the grump.

"Wow, whoa, whoa!

Cyril slammed the sword she grabbed with her right hand against Croswell, approaching her parents.

"That's light."

Easy to accept.

Soon the villagers, staring at the far-roll, went out of their way to see how it was.

Cyril, who is supposed to have the strongest power, is losing power to someone he may not have -

The fact of the matter is that it quickly spreads across the village without means of transmission, and the wild horses are growing.

But to Cyril, I couldn't afford to care about them, and probably didn't have to.

Immediately, it releases a continuous slash.

"Well, it's like I'm, like, heavy, rhetorical! So frustrating!

Combine force and speed so as to bump that irritation.

'That's what I'm saying is light-hearted. I 'm-'

"I don't know what to say! You're just, like, crazy, a killer! A kid named Kina, from the afterlife, looks at you and decides not to pull it off!

"What do you know about Kina?"

"I don't know. Just as a general woman's feeling! You guys, what you're doing is disgusting and creepy. I don't know, it's annoying. Ahhh!

Already dozens of times - Cyril waved her sword with all her might.

But Crosswell takes it without being slight.

'It's a woman who says stupid things. Kina was murdered by you, wasn't she? Then it's up to you and your family to make a mess and kill you, just like you did. "

He is unshakeable in every sense.

One reason would be that Cyril's left arm was crushed and only one hand moved.

But more than that, it's just simple, strong.

The mind, the power, as if its existence were “fixed” in its present state.

(In fact, maybe it is. Crosswell's dead, so it's no use talking. I'm sure this is just a remnant of him, cut off part of him)

Crosswell crystallized Shea's magic, and the “rumors” needed to activate it.

As a result, I was free to manipulate the power of my dreams.

But there is a definitive difference between the magic used by Shea and the crystallized magic of Crosswell.

Shea can always get a magic supply from the People Believing in Rumors.

Crystallized, on the other hand, uses the magic power that was in the crystal at the time of activation as the power source.

I mean, it's a tricky doll.

It drains a little bit of magic just by being present, and eventually runs out of energy.

Of course, if you exert powerful power, you will consume as much as you do for it.

Then the Crosswell that exists in front of you should disappear soon.

But as far as Cyril can tell, there is still no way that his presence will shake.

(Earlier, Chocolate didn't touch Crosswell. And Crosswell also did no harm to Chocolate. Not only that, but the villagers have been watching you since just now, and you don't even try to get involved. I'm supposed to be able to take hostages. I figured - that's what you mean, this)

It turns out, it's not like the war is going to turn upside down - perhaps Crosswell can only touch Cyril and his family.

By limiting the subject in contact, it exerts incredible power, yet allows for a prolonged period of embodied time.

"That's just thoughtful!

'What's wrong with assumptions? Dead people can't think of anything. Then you'll have to think you're selfish'

The reopened Crosswell stopped by holding Cyril's sword in his bare hands.

If you take it away with force, you throw it far away.

The sword is epic, so I can put it right back on hand - but before I call it in, his arm grabbed Cyril's right shoulder.

"Gu... Ah, ah... Huh!

To the grip of the crosswell, the armor is crushed and the flesh of the shoulder is distorted to the bone further inside when it can be bounced through congestion.

Missi, paki - pass through your body, the dull sound echoes behind Cyril's ears.

"Do you want to keep it off?"

Cyrillic's whole body creeps and pops at the strength of his strengthened hands.

She tried to escape by twisting herself, but Crosswell's implementation of the word was quicker.

With every armor he pulls Cyril's arm off.

"Ahhhh... up, but ahhhhhh!

Peeling her eyes, Cyril leaks groans and saliva from her half-open mouth.

Skin and muscles move away from her torso making noises with the butch.

"Cyrillic, Cyrillic!

"No, no, no, no, no!

Hearing his parents' sad voice, Crosswell laughed contentedly.

And when he was stripped to the bone, Cyril's right arm was completely detached from his body.

"Ah, come on, hi... Eh, yes, but..."

Cyril loses consciousness to unimaginable pain.

When Crosswell throws down her body like that, she steps on her face instead of realizing it.

"Habu, bu, oh..."

He woke up shaking his body. Cyril quickly distorted his face to the pain and bent his body over the ground.

Blood flowing from my shoulders dirty the ground red and black.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"Kina would have hurt more than that."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

'You know, it hurt more than that. You said you had nothing to do with it. "

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh... but..."

'It's not just Kina's pain. You must also feel the pain of losing the loved ones I have tasted'

Crosswell looks down satisfied with the suffering Cyrillic.

"Please, keep it up. Blood loss is a boring way to end it."

"How dare you kill Cyril? Whoa, whoa, whoa!

From behind him like that, Cyril's father grabbed him.

"I won't forgive you... you're the only one I'll ever forgive! Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Go on, punch Crosswell in the head with the stone my mother picked up in her hand.

For a while he had spoiled and taken it without doing anything, but when he looked back at the pretend, he hoisted his mouth corner and laughed.

"You're more conscious of being a sinner than your daughter that you're coming closer to me"

"Ahh."

Crosswell slowly put his palm against Cyril's mother's face.

And he bends one from his pinky finger at a time, trying to grab his head with one hand.

"Get off me, you monster!

My father cling desperately to that arm, but that can't be how it works.

Cyril still couldn't move into intense pain.

But conscious.

I understand that my parents are about to be killed in front of me.

My left arm doesn't move, but it exists there.

Then can't you move it somehow? I don't care what happens later, can't I hold my sword enough?

Yeah, no matter how many times I ask myself, the answer I get back is no.

Not yet, not yet. At least give me ten seconds.

But then it's too late.

Not since my mother died.

"I don't know who you are, but don't let the stranger like you. Ah!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A good voice of prestige echoes.

The villagers, who were just watching, take their weapons and stick them in the crosswell.

If they weren't him, that would have been hope.

But - whether you slash it or pierce it, you won't hit that attack.

"What's going on, you slippery bastard! What the hell is this guy!

"You've got to be kidding me, it's impossible! He grabbed it, and there's no way we're gonna touch it!

That stupidity is best, but it's of that nature, so I can't help it.

We have to do something about it.

On the other hand, Crosswell couldn't have done anything to the villagers either - but his mouth is smiling creepy.

No heart or neck, no eyes, but I felt like I was gazing at the villagers.

(Crosswell doesn't touch anything but your father and mother...... oh, but yes, if that's the way to go!

Indeed, he himself does not touch others outside the designation.

But what if it's Cyril's mother he's grabbing?

Suppose she swung her body like a hammer and slapped the villagers...

"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!

I don't have any arms.

There's no blood.

I don't even have the strength left.

Still, it springs up from nowhere, filling your body with warm forces and releasing them -

"Blow it up - Aura!

The force emanating from Cyril's body blew away the surrounding villagers, his father, and his mother captured by Crosswell.

To them dancing with a scream, Cyril stands up only with a body recoil, apologizing 'sorry' in her heart.

"Surprised. Can you still move while you keep all that blood flowing? '

"My body is cold and I don't feel it. I feel like I'm dead."

"Then it would mean... living to be killed by me."

"I envy you for being positive. After all, people who use Origin Core (...) are not smart enough to do it"

To Cyril's words, Crosswell makes the edge of his mouth snap.

And I tilted my neck with Kakun.

"Original core? What are you talking about, you? '

"I can't believe that Origin's power was still there. I'm also convinced it's bullshit."

Cyril furthermore purposefully says so out loud.

Crosswell who doesn't understand the intent and is confused.

Meanwhile, the parents and villagers, who heard the words, obsessed.

"Even the Origin Core...?

"Didn't the hero Fram destroy you?

"But if Cyril says so, no doubt about it."

"Was that the Origincore monster?"

The villagers can't possibly doubt what Cyril said.

They immediately recognized that Crosswell, standing here, lived in the Origin Core.

"What are you going to do? - Hmm?

Crosswell puts his hand on his chest and realizes its discomfort.

Cyril proceeded as she thought, smiling invincibly with a blue face.

"I've asked Flam before. The power of Shea Manydum... is renewed by the perception of those around her."

'Are you going to take this vengeance away from me!

For the first time, Crosswell exasperates emotions.

On its chest, indeed, the origin-core was being generated by the people around it believing so.

Unpleasant noise, echoing in the brain that was filled with vengeance.

"We have to connect." "Let's connect."

"Together"

Let's Go Around

"Twist it, break it" "Let's get inside!

The degree of contamination is still shallow.

There are no more Origins to send power into the core.

So that's just a fake imitation of it.

Crosswell tells Cyril relentlessly.

'There are dozens of people gathered here at best. It's just amateurs who aren't even adventurers. Assuming everyone believes I have an Origin Core in me - I know how much magic that Core has.

Cyril gave a silent and harsh look.

As he put it, all that that Origin Core can do is give a little noise at best.

Even the sound doesn't disturb the mind, it's fine.

If this is one of Cyril's ways of regenerating death...

"You are not an idiot. But you didn't seem strong enough or smart enough to overshadow the situation. '

The battle was decided.

As Crosswell walked over to Cyril, who breathed on his shoulders, he shook up his shape-shifted arm to the battle axe.

And - dokun, and the original core of the chest pulses hard.

'This is... why, suddenly, the core has increased its presence...'?

Crosswell to hold his chest and suffer.

The core, which gained the same power as the full season by the rapidly pouring magic, erodes the will of the vengeful ghost at once.

'Don't... don't come... don't come in... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

BUJIRU - His face was filled with ugly meat vortexes and he spit out a lot of blood.

◇ ◇ ◇

Just before magic poured into the Origin Core - Flam and Saila were on the sky.

Fly straight for Cyril's homeland, even higher than the clouds.

Sarah no longer knew if that was a jump or a float.

"Goodbye, the laws of physics..."

"I'm just not falling because I keep turning gravity inversion on and off."

"Does that mean you're ignoring the law?

Because of that, and because another “something” is inverted, I didn't feel the wind as strong as it was, despite flying this high.

This would also allow us to look at the materials given to us by Eterna.

That speed was fast enough to outpace even the dragons, and they were supposed to arrive in Cyril's hometown in a few minutes.

But there, Flam's eyes open to surprise.

"Take care of this..."

"What do you want, Fram? Sister, is something wrong with Mr. Cyril?

"I don't know... this, for sure. Original core."

"Huh!? Does Crosswell even restore the core?

"But the reaction is faint, and most importantly - there is no origins that are supposed to empower the core or anything close to it, how can you..."

It was shortly after that that a large amount of magic was poured into the core.

Yes, the "core of dreams” was strengthened by Flam's perception of existence without knowledge of the circumstances.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Croswell that can roar.

Origin's power instantly fills and mutates his body.

A bunch of tentacles coming out through the robe.

Arms and legs are replaced by twisted red fibers, which even smear the way “I don't touch anything but Cyrillic blood relatives”.

"Ohhhhh... wata, shi, ha... konoyouna, monoohhh!

That is what Crosswell feared most.

A being born for revenge is pushed to another significance and consequently fails to serve its purpose.

It is, in a way, more fear than extinction.

So he resisted.

As the flesh is transformed, the hand, still spitefully moving of its own free will, is directed toward the heart in which the core was created.

"Watashiha, Kinano, Tameni... Koros... Fukshu... Watashinotede, Fukshu!

Your fingertips sink into your chest and touch the meat to the core.

Of course the "Origin's will” filled with flesh rejects it, but does that mean Crosswell's passion for revenge surpassed it - he finally grabbed the core and succeeded in draining it out of his body?

Crosswell stares at the gripped black crystal and distorts his mouth.

'Ha... somewhat, broken bones to take it out, but to this extent my revenge will not end. Sorry to hear that, Cyril Sweetica. "

With that said, he threw his origins core at Cyril's feet, where his breath was constant.

And she picks it up right away.

My left hand, which didn't move, stretched me out only very commonly now because I couldn't afford to feel any more pain or anything else.

"Thanks"

For some reason, say thank you to Crosswell, laughing.

As if to say I've been waiting for this moment.

"You can't win no matter what happens now. But he's not even sweet enough to keep me alive until Fram gets here."

When Cyril hits his chest, the Origin Core sinks into his body on its own.

"So what are we gonna do - I'm gonna have to be strong."

When it reached the center of her body, Cyril shook her body and glanced lightly.

The open eyes reflected the sky, but eventually swallowed by a spiral, turning into a swirl of meat on both faces.

"Is that what you're ready for? Let's withdraw the foreword. You seem to have a strong will to protect what you have in your hands."

It is difficult to open new doors.

That's all the more so if you're on your way to fighting while you're worn out.

A convenient way to open up a situation is not something I can think of.

So the best thing is to look for a way out of your experience - your memory - those hand tags (...).

Cyril searched.

When was the moment when I was strongest, he said.

And I thought of it.

In the sense of simple power, the strongest I was - manipulated by the Original Core, at that time, he said.

The murmur fills his head and his consciousness blows away.

This stuff, it's not something that can be maintained by a regular person.

But what we need now shouldn't be will or personality.

What we need - hostility to Crosswell.

However, if that is all that remains, it is enough.

"Cyril... what does that look like..."

"Oh Cyril... no..."

My parents, the villagers, are all frightened by their ugliness.

But including there, Cyril's ready.

She shook her neck left and right into small pieces as she bled from the whirlpool.

Then put your hand on your chest and show the “result” of that “readiness”.

"spiral awakening (spiral brave)"

Around Cyril, the wind winding up the dust swirled violently.