◆ Raquel ◆
It was an unexpected event.
I look up into the sky.
A black hemispherical membrane that covered the sky above the First Martial Arts Field.
That disappears from the apex….
"Oh. Aaron."
Lucrezia, who hid her right eye with a white mask, also stopped the pile-producing hand and looked at the sky.
You've been fighting for so long, the sky that appears is tinted with oranges.
The fact that the black membrane disappeared...
Jack and the others took him down.
Aaron Bruit, the user of [Labyrinth of Trials].
"... Huamaru"
Nature and lips are broken.
I couldn't wait to get my shoulders, thighs and flanks pierced by the pile and hurt, but that doesn't bother me either.
The students did it.
Teachers can't be blurry either -!
"The Psychic Art" Blast "......!!
Airborne dust dances directionally.
To be led to it, the explosion of the Red Lotus was chained.
Lucrezia grows piles from the ground to shield them, but fate is not 'blasting dust'.
Lucrezia's attention, luscious as a flower queen, turns to the explosion, just for a moment.
I poked that gap.
[Scarce Dotted Hole].
Moving momentarily behind her.
By the time Lucrezia noticed and looked back, I had a firm grip on its collar.
"Oh... I pulled it out. I can't believe we can still move that much."
"Goodbye."
I didn't even have to use a big move.
However, from the collar I grabbed, I flush an electric shock through Lucrezia's body.
Bikung! and her limbs cramped.
As the doomsday of the death battle, which lasted for hours, I was terribly uncomfortable, and Lucrezia Graziani stripped her white eyes and passed out...
"Ha...!
I exhale roughly and poke my knee.
He was a strong enemy......
Piles that grow and grow indefinitely, the sense to manipulate them precisely.
After all, I didn't know exactly what kind of spiritual user he was.
I thought it might be like manipulating a substance, but for that matter, there is no indication that the substance is diminishing from where the pile grows.
That's exactly what it feels like to be out there.
As much as I like, I'm not bound by any laws, like I'm creating piles......
There must be rules for any spiritual art.
... Not if you're thinking about the enemy you defeated.
Her shoulders and flanks are pierced, her clothes are bloody and she's Vietnamese.
My head creaks.
Exactly. I can't handle the mood anymore.
I use the spiritual art of healing to scratch my body...
"- Huh?"
I didn't (...).
Body wounds.
There should have been a big hole in your shoulder, flank, and thigh.
It's healed... not that.
It's gone (...).
Even the blood on my clothes just now, without a trace.
It's like there wasn't a scratch from the beginning.
"But..."
... hallucinations...?
You're telling me it was all hallucinations?
All the piles Lucrezia was manipulating...?
For example, it is also convincing that he appeared to be suddenly emerging from the void.
It was Fake who made it look like he was manipulating the pile, and Lucrezia's spirituality was something that showed hallucinations...?
I look down upon the fallen, luscious beauty.
After the operator passed out and time had passed, the hallucinations that had been shown by the surgery disappeared.
…… Tsuji fits…….
But suppose.
Really, the only thing that was hallucinating was the pile attack?
I ran.
Of course, go to Tula's.
But yes... I held him in my own hand and checked.
If you attach a finger to the neck muscle of the tula that fell on your back, your pulse will not return.
Pile pierced thura was real......?
The whole thing.
From where, to where.
You were hallucinating...?
"... let's see how it goes"
Either way, the dungeonization was solved.
Even without waiting for the restoration of the junction, we can let the evacuees escape outside.
I left the desolate playing field and went back to the room where the audience had evacuated.
Through the door, tell them that the dungeonization has been solved and the demons have disappeared, and have them solve the barricade.
First off, Mr. Column and Mr. Madeline - Jack's parents welcomed me.
"Oh, Rachel! You're home!
"What about Jack!? What's wrong with the kids!?
I speak calmly so that the two excited may calm down.
"The Jacks are probably safe. It wasn't me who solved the [Labyrinth of Trials], it was Jack and the others. Soon those kids will restore their bonds."
"Right...... Oh well..."
With half his expression of relief and pride, Mr. Column breathed.
He really loves Jack.
Even if I had a father like this, I'd be a little jealous.
"You can go outside now. Let me guide you all."
"Oh...... oh right. Let's get out of here."
"... something?
Feeling included in Mr. Column's expression, I asked.
He elusively distorts his stern face.
"No, it's not a bad thing - something strange happened to me"
"Funny thing......?
"It disappeared. The wounds of the wounded."
It was Mr. Madeline who surprised me with the answer.
Gone?
The wound...?
Even this way?
"A wound, is that... a wound hit by a dungeon demon?
"If so, we were convinced that it was due to the [Labyrinth of Trials] being lifted..."
"Including (...) What is it? Even the bruises, abrasions and fine scratches on the run, including the wounds from the demons, disappeared."
"... eh...?
That.
Was he hallucinating?
It's not just the pile when you were fighting me.
Wounds sustained since the declaration of slaughter by the Evil Spirit King, all of which?
That shouldn't be... that shouldn't be true.
Because there was actually a demonic raid.
Some people died because of it.
I checked the body properly.
That's right, even Toula!
He was dead.
Definitely!
What do you mean?
Living human wounds were illusory.
On the other hand, there are people who have died.
What's going on?
... No, it's not.
What - was happening (...) of?
".......................................?
Unwittingly.
Behind my brain, it appeared.
The only absolute answer, explaining this strange situation.
What was going on in this first fighting arena?
What is about to happen in this College of Spiritual Arts?
Evil Spirit King Bifronce.
Where is the leader of the enemy, who has not shown himself at all since the first proclamation was made?
All right.
I guessed everything.
So.
"....................................................................."
I despair.
Know everything.
Everything - knowing it's too late.
"Raquel, what's going on? Hey, you all right!
"......................................."
I can't even hear Mr. Column.
And I cried, knowing that I would not deliver.
"No, Jack - - you can't go into the junction room (...)!!"
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Jacques.
Behind the door, there was a strange room.
An altar, should I say?
In the middle of a circular room, it's like a stone bed.
Around it, the floor was painted like a magic formation, lightly emitting light.
Neither I nor Phil speak a word.
It was a quiet space where it could be...
When I stepped on the magic team and approached the altar, I looked out.
Altar like a stone bed.
On top of that...
One, a woman is lying.
She was a beautiful woman, as much as she was over twenty.
You don't look asleep.
The abundant chest was not up or down with breath.
Or so he says, and he doesn't even seem to be dead.
It's just that it's stopped like it's frozen -
Keep an eye on that.
There was a thing standing by the altar.
It's a giant birdcage.
And he was a bipedal horse, nestled in it.
The horse, standing firmly on his hind legs, exposed to a tough chest muscle, overlooking the lying woman, was rocking like a pneumonia.
Spirit.
That figure is probably the 55th place in the spiritual sequence Elemental Karst: The Orobus of Honest .
The main concept is' guardianship '.
Oh, well.
It's the woman and the spirit.
What brings this college together that will not tolerate any wounds?
I don't know what the circumstances are and this is happening.
But that woman and the Spirit have been removing wounds and death from this land, one person and one pillar here, for decades, or hundreds of years -
But if so, what can we do to turn the junction on or off?
How did the evil spiritualists disable only the First Martial Arts Field junction?
Oh and the fact that the Spirit Avatar is out means the Spirit Art itself should still be up and running...
"Let's just get closer."
He said he was worried.
That's what Phil said, and a woman approached the altar where she would sleep.
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◆ Raquel ◆
The junction is (...), null (...) effective (...) made (...) (...) by (...) and (...) (...) by (...) (...).
It worked all the time.
I kept protecting it.
Demons overflowed the fighting ground, attacking the fleeing audience one after another, not even then the same.
We kept (...) protecting our lives.
If so, what was that tragedy?
How did people die when the Order was supposed to protect them?
Tula pierced by piles.
The aristocrats who beheaded each other in a circle.
A fierce warrior who hung on the ceiling like an ice column.
Emily O'Hara crashed from the broadcast room.
Mr. Amabel, whose medulla had been pierced by the candlestick.
What's that corpse?
Does anyone (...) die (...) in (...) of (...) not (...) join (...) the world (...) in (...), do (...) and (...) die (...) the body (...) come out (...) and (...) ru (...) of (...)?
That's - it's decided.
Logically speaking.
If you think honestly.
There is only one possibility.
(...) first (...) or (...) et al. (...), died (...) n (...) and (...).
I will not die in the conjuncture.
But the body showed up.
There's only one thing I can think of from this prerequisite, that answer.
That is.
And Toula Cleese.
And Lavinia Fitzherbert.
And Maisie Southall.
Denholm Bastade too.
And Alvin Magnanti.
And Josea Bergson.
And Emily O'Hara.
And Amabel Bates.
All of them.
It was the (...) death (...) body (...) of raw (...) kiki (...) to (...) look (...) ru (...).
It's not this fighting ground that really killed them.
Out-of-school things.
Killed out of school, he became a corpse, moved as a corpse, walked into a college with connections.
After that, it was broken.
That's all.
The junction does not protect life (...) or (...).
I will not protect a corpse that is not inhabited by life, only seemingly alive.
They're not dead.
- I just didn't realize we were dead.
Is that possible?
I want to think so reflexively.
But I have my reasons.
Human beings in our college don't leave the college grounds as much as most, let's say.
Because life is complete inside.
But.
Tula went outside the college to inspect the scene of a skirmish between spiritual king battle contestants that took place in the city during this time.
And Mr. Amabel, pierced by candlesticks,
-... unbelievable... I can't believe I killed myself...... Mr. Amabel...... Before this, I hadn't seen my family back home in a long time, and I was just happily talking to them...
At that time, as I accidentally groaned, I had just left the college.
Namely, I was out of the junction.
That's what the corpsed people have in common.
We have to get out of the college.
We have to get out of the junction.
How can you not die...
I'm sure this is the spiritual art of evil spiritual king Bifronce.
The power that can make a corpse look as if it's alive.
It's not just a zombie.
- The ability to make and manipulate philosophical zombies (...)!
... horrible.
It's too scary.
I don't have such horrible powers.
Strong or weak, it's not even that dimension!
'Cause I can't believe I can manipulate a body.
I can't believe I can only look alive.
That means no matter how many murders you commit, you'll never find out......!
If the body is moving the same way as before, it's not even a case!
And.
The greatest fear is.
The fact that someone close to me may, at some point or another, have been replaced by a manipulative body of bifronce.
For example.
If you kill your husband, Mr. Clive, beforehand, and manipulate that body to become an assassin, you can easily kill even Toula, the most powerful spiritual magician.
That way, now you can manipulate Tula's body and kill someone close to her.
One theory says that if we engage in a friendship in the way that we know each other, we know each other, we know each other - we connect with people from all over the world just by mediating just six acquaintances.
Because.
Kill someone, kill that acquaintance - if you keep going.
In just six occasions, we will have a system in place that can kill every human being in the world.
Sixth murder.
Spreading circle of assassinations.
That rudder is being held by only one human being: Bifronce!
What is the evil spirit king?
What is a bad spiritualist?
Bifronce is the fiercest and most powerful Necromancer!
... and.
Above all, the worst is why Bifronce has deceived us so much.
That's why I wanted to make you assume that the junction had been nullified until I used hallucinogenic spirituality on such a large scale.
I immediately thought.
I thought of it.
Reality has already explained it.
If we knew that the junction had been annulled, we would want to restore it.
To that end, enter the junction control room.
Unlock the key that only some humans on our side of the College can unlock.
It opens.
Get in there and we'll get you into the junction room.
Book (...) In this (...), (...) join (...) realm (...) with (...) no (...) effect (...), (...) and (...), (...), (...).
Oh......
Oh, oh...!
Why 'd you notice that by now!
It was all an invitation.
It was all a trap!
The evil spiritualists were also trying to stop us from trying to restore our bonds...!
I'm sure the only person who knew the true purpose was about Lucrezia, who was in charge of hallucinations with the Evil Spirit King himself.
Everything else is a sprinkler.
to keep us from questioning.
To make us open the junction chamber!
If the enemy had protected it as it seemed important.
If the enemy seriously comes to hold back.
I think anyone should just attack there.
Everyone thinks you can win if you go there!
Where does anybody think!
I can't believe someone thinks about (...) keeping (...) places (...) just to lure them in -!!
Or an idea that can be described as unusually trustworthy.
Ko (...) Chi (...) et al. (...) for (...) Hazard (...) for (...) intent (...), Ki (...) and (...) ride (...) Ri (...) Vietnam (...) eh (...) and (...) Ku (...) ru (...)
Such misguided trust is held by the evil spirit king in (...) of (...) and (...) of (...).
And nullify the junction.
If murder is possible anywhere in the college.
If we can also kill people who have never been outside the contiguity.
- Yes, the Evil Spirit King declared.
The purpose is to kill them all.
We thought that the purpose had already begun.
But not in real life.
The Evil Spirit King was just (...) disclosing (...) dew (...) and (...) death (...) body (...) for (...) before (...)!
That's right.
That's the thing.
Kill them all.
Killing.
Kill.
A grand proclamation, the purpose of which is-
- We're about to start.
... and.
Even with the truth so far, it doesn't suck.
True.
True.
True.
The worst, the worst truth.
- Ahead, it exists.
Hopefully, I didn't want to notice.
Hopefully, I wanted to die like Tula, unaware of anything.
Still, I am.
You have to stand up to me with courage.
Because I...
... of those kids, because they're masters.
The purpose of the Evil Spirit King Bifronce is to let him open the junction chamber and break in.
I gave Jack the key to the junction room.
Because.
Who's the next easiest thing for Jack to break into the junction room?
The spiritual art of the Evil Spirit King Bifronce is a corpse that only appears alive - something that manipulates philosophical zombies.
We did not know the existence of such spiritual art.
I mean...
- I was disguised as another spiritual art.
Spiritual art of manipulating corpses.
Who is the owner of the spiritual art that can be disguised by it?
I don't want to admit it.
I don't want to believe it.
I don't think that's possible.
Still.
The answer was, there was only one.