Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

Alistair, who received Flor's fist in his face, was slapped directly under it.

Impact enough for your lower body to rise to the top so that it can be tapped into the ground from your head.

The ground crumbles easily and a storm blows.

And what lay ahead of it in the clear was the sight of a black alister falling to the ground, which also stopped working with Pickle.

"... I thought you'd agree with me if you were a brave man, too. Too bad, Alistair."

Flor's eyes looking down with that said were frighteningly cold.

Alistair, who fears in his eyes, is gone.

I made a noise with Galan, and the holy sword fell zero out of his hand.

"... Well, what's going on with the fight?

It is in the direction of those whom Alistair has made to turn first, that he turns to Girari and his eyes.

You were hearing battle noises because your people were waiting for you to agree with your will.

"... Hmm, that doesn't sound like a very good war situation. I don't think there was a big guy... but that woman was something else. Is she the cause?"

What Flor remembers is a beautiful woman who was running the lead with Alistair.

I knew I would have some special powers because I was creating a different atmosphere from the average person.

"I'd love to go help you... but I don't know how long this body will last."

Even as a flor, I'm not inconsiderate with my comrades, but the most important thing is to pierce and realize my beliefs.

For this reason he decided to take Magali to a place where no one seemed to know, as originally planned, rather than to go to them, who were engaged in intense fighting.

"... you have great eyes"

Having seen Chirali and Magali, Flor felt so powerful that, despite his mighty power, he was going to inadvertently step back.

She was staring at Flor.

In its eyes, there is no fear, no fright, no fine dust.

A man who came to help himself, Alistair, fell. Flor's power was also shown in various ways.

But still, he was never frightened and looked at Flor with his eyes as cold as ice.

He should have gained tremendous power at the price of life, barometric pressure on Magali, who should have no fighting ability whatsoever.

There was an unusual sight.

"Aren't you scared? I can kill brave men, too."

"Scared? I wonder why. There's nothing to be afraid of you."

Magali turns away from her face like she doesn't want to.

Indeed, there was no fine dust in her expression, attitude, voice or colour of fright.

It's just that the grump is all over it.

I don't think I like the acting very much, due to the fact that it's abandoned.

"You're a woman with a stomach.... Do you hate me?

"What? Why? Well......"

Ask the most likely reason, but Magali tilts her neck to say what she is talking about.

"I'm the one giving Aleister the guidance. I'm not gonna let you do anything."

Magali laughing nicely.

The smile was quite appealing compared to the gentle smile of the act she usually floats.

You're the only one who can stab Alistair with a stop, and Alistair is the only one who can stab himself with a stop.

What a distorted trust he had placed in him.

"Besides..."

Magali laughs with a nigga.

That was a smile that the Virgin should never have floated.

"There's no way Alistair will die to this extent. Don't lick his meanness about raw."

"Do what's stupid. He's already dead..."

It's something I have a funny trust in, and I'm trying to make a mockery of it... and Flor solidified.

For one thing came to mind.

No, I do think Alistair is dead... or damaged enough to be irreversible.

Because I couldn't hear my breathing, and I really couldn't move with Pickle.

But... but it is.

"(... Then why does his body stay black?

When I turned to Chirali, I saw Alistair lying down on the ground.

But his body wasn't what it used to be like to be a good young man, and his black temper remained all over his body as usual.

That made Flor feel a little... really faint anxiety.

A small concern, like you don't even have to worry about it. That shouldn't be a problem at all to ignore.

"... thank you, Virgin. Thanks to you, I almost miss a man who would have been the biggest obstacle in the future. Sure... yes, I need to be able to assure you that I killed him."

However, to avoid that small spark becoming a major explosion in the future, Flor headed to the falling Alistair.

Again, as you can tell by getting close, you couldn't feel raw on him.

Dead. Or a dying state.

But that black temper remains haunted.

Just punching him in the face might not be enough.

If it were my power now, it would be easy to destroy my heart and brain.

This time, you can do both. That way Alistair won't stand in front of herself again.

That's what I think, Flor's merciless fist trying to be swayed down by Alistair......

"Guh!?

The storm blew wild.

If Flor is now a giant body and weighs quite a bit, there's nothing like being blown away unless there's something like it, but still he was floated and flown back.

Nevertheless, it doesn't mean they took a lot of damage, so I get up right away and see Alistair.

And he was stunned.

[OOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Alistair raising his roar...... no, what was Alistair.

It was from his body that the black temper stood up in the sky like rays of light, piercing the clouds.