Goddess, Help Me!

What Sage Brave wants.

I can't even imagine. But I have a bad feeling about it.

I guess you got the same impression as I did, the medismurt vibe gained more sharpness than ever before.

"... what do you want"

"Masako the Succubus"

……………………………?

What's Mako?

"It was in the literature tied together in the Holy Kingdom. When you sprinkle the dirt of a giant's nails on Maiko the Succubus and steam it up with the fog of the Shadow Demon, you can have a secret medicine. There's a secret medicine that will moisturize my life. It seems that even Shirako can substitute it, but it seems that Maiko is the one who has a strong effect - can you give it to me?

The face that was directed at Medismult accidentally flushed this way. Giggles and shoulders bounce in the eyes of a brave man.

... Shirako, is that you? of male fish. What is Masako...

Finally, my head catches up with the conversation, and as soon as I understand it, the sarcasm draws my blood.

The purpose of Sage Brave is apparently my gut.

"You can choose to take it from the horny witches around there, but you still want to collect the best ingredients if you want to make it. It would have been impeccable if you were a woman, unfortunately. If you're the spouse of the Succubus King, that's the point."

"I don't even have to ask for consideration. Do you think I'll respond?"

"I felt like they would say that. So… let me exercise my strength"

A wind rolls around the bough and the brave.

Unexpectedly lifted me from the throne, Medismult spread his arms and controlled me in the back.

His appearance overlaps with earlier dreams.

The figure of the sage brave man who has sent over the rubble overlaps with the man who was in his dreams.

"... ugh."

Zuki, I had a headache.

I don't like it. I don't want to remember. I don't want to feel so torn apart anymore.

But I also need to get a good grasp of the past in order to move forward.

- What's next with that dream?

What happened to the Brave Men of the First Ancestors who tore Walt and Titch apart after that?

The medismult arms that were put up in front of my confused eyes distorted the shape in a mess.

The wrist to half of the back of the hand turns deep green, and the plant grows from the tip of the pharmacopoeia and pinky fingers. What showed up was a long streak, like the spreading of a hookah.

Medismult let him wrist and slammed the growing crawl to the floor like a whip.

"… are you the king of the Succubus, who uses the distinctive junctions of the Succubus and keeps rotten flowers in his body? That's a freak."

"Stupid brave man. It's an honor for me to carve it up straight away."

Rioner and Fuka snuggle around the Sage Brave. In order to restrain each other with a burgeoning temper, the air in the hall is filled with a severe sense of compression.

- Do it.

Beauty bass is spun short.

Using that as a signal, each one of them moves simultaneously. - The battle has begun.

It was Fuka who cut ahead.

The spreading tip that was bringing like a snake's sickle strikes the brave at once. Some of the beautifully polished floors came into contact and made a roar and smashed and scattered.

A brave man, who flew backwards through the first spreads, sets up a scepter in the air.

The bounce of the landing makes a light noise that doesn't fit into the field. At the same time, a mass of magic appeared in the front of the brave man.

Gow!

The huge flames emitted flesh to the center of the Decaying Flowers.

The magic of the brave vanished abruptly, but just before it landed.

"Become"

"Sweet, brave man."

The boy with his hands protruding forward laughs niggly.

"... cum!

"I'll play you generously"

- Medismurt was kicking the stairs just before Rioner struck out the magic. Taking the back of a brave man in an instant, the blow he makes is cleaving the brave man's coat and some of his skin.

I guess it was done with that degree of injury because a polished account worked in the war. If you're a brave man, you're doomed by the blow.

The brave man put a cane in front of him as he rebuilt his collapsed position by flying away to his side.

"From whom shall we terminate, right? Shall we hunt the Succubus Demon King and run away with his spouse, or shall we go in order from the rotten flowers of the miscellaneous fish? … let's not take you off the main road and crush you first with defense and support expertise."

"Shut up, I think you should be a shark nutrient, huh?

"I refuse. You will not die until you have the secret medicine in your hands. I..."

A magic stick was attached to the cane.

He waves a handle that has been degenerated like a sharp blade, cleaving the impending spreads one after the other by the brave.

"I'm sorry about the gray life!

Countless fireballs appeared around him.

Sharan, scattered a mild sound that echoed on all sides to signal it. Medismurt whipped it off, and Rioner flies to the side to avoid it. Fuka's giant was largely protected by Rioner's deployed barrier, and only a large stretched portion burned down unavoidably from the attack.

"Sick."

Medismurt's whip roars. A blow to the head was removed from the ground. A red line runs on the cheek of a torn brave man.

A flame bullet rolled out of the cane aimed at the counter destroyed the wall behind the avoided youth. Dispensaries that colour the hall make a tall noise and scatter.

The magic of the brave never stops. In the first place, it is out of standard to unleash one sorcery after another without chanting. Rioner is letting the technique unfold without chanting, just like the brave ones, but the brave men's maneuvers and quality are out of step.

I guess it's because they have a shark in them that shoots all the flame-based magic. All plants, including rotten flowers, are vulnerable to flames. If you are a witchcraft specialist brave man with the title of wise man, you have knowledge and deserve it.

"Ugh!

A young voice screamed overlapping the ensuing explosion. A rush is seeping into my voice.

Rioner wipes out the fireballs that are repeatedly released. He seems to be covering Medismult as a top priority just avoiding it.

Medismult packs the distance by sewing between the lashes that follow. The crawl stretched out of his hand resembles a single whip in shape and motion, but the surface is covered by countless blades like saw (dust).

Same hand knife you used to feed on me like Osroth. Just plundered and vividly mutilated the subject.

Brave men use magic to intercept a series of attacks launched from Medismult and perform physical surgery. But it's not perfectly avoidable.

The coat I put together was already the same as a bolo cloth, and every time I moved, blood came from my limbs. There are probably many shallow wounds because the brave man is practicing the magic of physical strengthening on himself.

Cut off or burned, he puts the spreading hookah at the forefront, Medismurt is also in an offensive posture, and Rioner hunts down his target with backward support.

But brave men also seem to be maneuvering to prioritize attacks over defense. Maybe he's going to put a piece on it all at once in a short showdown.

Whether you're hurt by a crawl or a whip, if there's even a moment left here, you poke a gap and head out into the offensive. Rioner's defense fails to make it through the fury of flaming bullets as if they embodied a number of violence, and both of them suffer injuries all over their bodies.

- I watched the three-on-one battle from a few steps high.

"... ah, ah..."

It hurts like a crack in the head.

- I have to move. I fight too.

A fluttering step, drawn from the inside by the cries of the Wood Spirit, was held back by a transparent wall.

I can't go any further. The top steps of the throne were covered in walls to the ceiling, and I was isolated alone in the halls where the battle took place.

It doesn't help to just shut up and be here.

I scratched the invisible, but non-visual, feeling that I could grasp with my fingertips.

Clear cages don't scare you.

"Ugh... Ku,... Mae...!

"Dute!"

My loved ones are bleeding in the sight that I look down on driven by agony.

In the sight in front of me, another video overlapped -

"Dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude, dude

"Shut up, distraction! You're in there!

I don't like it.

I don't like it. I don't like it. No.

The junction sphere stretched to wrap me cannot be solved at all, even if I order it to be because of the fact that I have already left Medismult's hand. There was no sign of even hitting him with a dong from the hard inside.

Except for Rioner, who joined the war at the same time as his return, and Medismult, who jumped out of my side - there's only one human man moving in this hall right now.

The subdivisions lay down on the ground, and the majestic throne room is destroyed and exhausted, and the air clouds with the smell of overturning blood.

Rioner, who approached behind the man, slammed his full body of witchcraft.

But an intruder's sword swept through just before the landing strips away Lioner's torso.

A man glowing with a glari in the shock of an explosion that happened. Rioner was blown to the wall, slowly sinking his tiny body wrapped in a torn and worn cloth into the ground.

"Rioner!"

... You found me first at birth, precious subordination.

Similar to my father and brother when it comes to human beings.

The second longest living life in the clan, after Titch, disappears little by little in front of you.

The man who brought Walt and Titch to his death, and made him go so far deep, was now in a tragic battle with my half demon.

There is no longer room for doubt. This man is the "brave man of the original ancestors".

A pioneering human being in the "production period of the brave".

One hundred and forty years after I was born. At last, the age of man and woman is coming. My clan became the first target.

The tremors that began at your feet eventually spread all over your body.

I heard that the previous Succubus Demon King was assaulted and lost his life at the end of his last "brave production period".

Me too, here...?

As it is, no particular great feat is achieved, who can not protect Fuku's subordination, and this man will discuss it and end his short life...?

"- Silese!"

- It was Medismult's cry that tore the dark thoughts apart.

Happy face up. It was the moment when my dear half demon... was pierced by the sword of the brave men of his ancestors that jumped back into focus.

"Eh..."

"No, no, no, no, no!

I held my head and exclaimed.

The memories of reality and the past are cloudy and I don't know what it is.

"Goddess!

"I'm so glad you found out!

A violent explosion shakes the eardrum. It hurts like my head and chest are to be decided. I pressed my forehead against the transparent wall and collapsed cheating as it was.

The sudden resurgence of grief is too great, and everything is going to be swallowed up by the comatose emotions.

"Cheer up."

A chattering and trembling body was accidentally embraced.

The arms that wrap me are soft and warm.

I look up with a vain eye at my beautifully groomed nails and the luxurious arms that follow from my thin fingers. A beautiful woman who looked familiar surrounded me in her arms and looked at me like I was working.

"Co, Lucera......"

"I am at your side. Goddess, come here."

A body awakened by help floats in the universe fuzzily.

My figure held by Corcela scratched out of the throne room in an instant.

- Leave them in a miserable battle.