Hyaku Ma No Aruji

It was just a sword of light that shook heaven.

When I wondered if the quiet wind had swirled around the Devil's Sword Chrysula, it instantly covered the Devil's Sword Chrysula as a torrent, eventually becoming light and ascending to heaven.

Huge and violent.

Power to destroy everything you touch.

If I didn't see the Chrysula pattern that is its catalyst, I probably wouldn't have been able to determine that it was a sword.

"This is the power I created to survive the episode of the Dark War Age with my friends. Unlike you, who pursued individual power, left the surface stage, and only traveled the path of one, the power of the collection."

A sword of light that shines without illuminating all of Sisalis at night.

Sin-M looked at it just a little, dazzling.

"Right."

"... you could be a little surprised"

"Good arm, then"

Ease seemed a little happy as he complained when they said so.

"Well, I'm not the one waving this"

That's what Ease sees Elma.

"Elma, my dear descendant"

Ease calls me. Elma looks at her like she's hazy.

"I hereby inherit from you the head of the Thirty-eight Heavenly Sword Brigade."

"Huh?"

"It's only a name anymore, but there's something I need you to carry around waving this"

According to Elma beside Ease, she said happily.

"For once, I got everyone's approval, and that's why I'm glad to hear it."

"Yes, no, no! You may say hello... I am already part of the Alliance of Demon Kings led by Melea..."

"That Merea doesn't seem to forgive me?

"Yes, no..."

Maybe Melea brightens up her face a little bit and says, "That's good! I would say."

On the contrary, with a childish curiosity in my eyes, I said, "Something cool, something like that!" That's what I'd say.

"Grunt..."

"Hehe, that doesn't sound like a problem."

"Wow, okay, let's get that suggestion first"

"Okay, then, I'm going to ask you how ready you are to still be in the battle over the word Demon King."

Ease looked straight at Elma.

"If you wave this Sword of Light once, it will surely increase the number of times you will be seen as the Demon King because of it. It still is, if you ask me, and I admit it was me who created the cause. But waving this also means taking the exact same path as me. I can't go back."

Ease said as he offered the Devil's Sword Chrysula pattern.

"Still, can you hold this pattern?

Elma looked into Ease's eyes from the front.

And...

"Ease-Eluisa. My distant mother. You may be grieving over it. But I'm already..."

When I met Melea at that Lindholm Spiritual Mountain.

When I reached the kingdom of Lemuse with my friends.

Ever since then...

"I am not desperate to be the Demon King. I decided to wave the sword for my people. So whether I'm called the Demon King or the Hero, the reason I wave my sword is -"

Always one.

"I want to protect my people."

Elma grabbed another demon sword pattern offered to Ease.

"Yes. Then get over it. the way of life you have imposed on yourself, so that you can penetrate it. Hehe, I'm proud that a child like you is my descendant."

And Ease's body rose to heaven in light.

The multiple signs I was feeling around me disappear in the same way.

Elma turned to Sin-M.

"Let's end this, Sin-M"

……

"I still can't be as powerful as you are. But the genealogy of blood thus passed down is also the power that dwells in me. So..."

Elma waves down the demon sword of Ease in her right hand.

"Return to heaven with light, my rare swordsman"

◆ ◆ ◆

Straight down The Sword of Light.

As he looked up at it, Sin-M remembered just a little fullness and a sense of nothingness.

- I still don't see the sword.

Nothing. I'm not desperate about that in itself.

The despair, I left it on that spiritual mountain.

I intend to leave only the possibility in Melea, but Melea also has the power inherited from the other English spirits.

- In Melea, there is the way of Melea.

Still a little, do I remember the hang-ups because I'm such a creature?

I thought maybe the one who had to take the sword just like himself would show me the same way to take it.

The descendants of the "Sword Emperor" in front of me now are rather closer to me than Merea.

I couldn't use a surgical ceremony, and I didn't show enough talent to fight unarmed like Lynn-M., but I chose the path to take my sword and fight.

- Well, just more likely, was it worth getting off?

It's not bad to be torn apart by that sword of light like this.

I'm not that obsessed with winning the fight anymore.

But somehow my body moves on its own.

Everywhere, everywhere, just a body that kept fighting with its sword refuses to give up this fight.

- Then let's live as swordsmen until the end.

I am a seeker.

Unlike other heroes who saved a lot of folk grass.

Selfishly, that is the monster who, as the Demon King, only pursued slaughtering with his sword.

"- Huh?"

And Sin-M mutilated it.

Done.

In the end, I die with my life expectancy without losing with my sword to the end.

- If you can at least beat someone with a sword, it means you've given up too.

Thinking so, Sin-M looked to the front.

From beyond the cleaved and scattered grain of light, the swordsman was pounding in at a speed that was not even in her eyes.

◆ ◆ ◆

This sword of light is mutilated.

Elma was intuitive about it.

The slaughter of Sin-M, which I have seen many times, is still the culmination of wherever it goes.

When I saw such a massive spatial mutilation earlier, I realized that this sword of light was also imitating the blow of Sin-M.

So I'm sure this is also prevented by Sin-M.

- That's what happened.

Even if this is prevented, I still have the Devil's Sword in my hand.

You have to win.

We have to cross.

Even if that's an outfit,

- I have to beat the Swordsman here and now.

Get the Devil's Sword from Ease out of your hand.

Then put your demon sword aside and lower your posture, like when you live out.

Type-type triple "tread purple electricity (fumigatan)" setup.

Just there I saw Sin-M cleave the sword of light with a big wave.

Moments, you play your body forward like a bullet.

Scratch the scattered drapes of light (curtains).

Sin-M noticed this one.

I'm about to wave my sword down again.

- Look.

I saw the slashing line Sin-M was trying to pull.

- Don't avoid it.

Elma pulls her gaze so that she cleaves that line with her silver surgical print floating eyes.

- Slash.

I believed in the imagination.

There was a demon sword.

◆ ◆ ◆

"... good arm"

"... thanks to you"

Kashun, and the sound of the sword fitting into the sheath sounds.

"The Eluiza family left behind a good one."

"Oh, this sword is my pride"

"No, it's about you, Elma-Eluisa"

Sin-M., who fell to the ground on his back, said with a faint expression.

That was the first look I saw.

"Indeed its demon sword is strong and a beautiful good sword. But it wouldn't be the same as a sturdy stick if the user hadn't worked it out."

The battle was over.

Elma took control of the sword strike after the sword of light was swung down.

There are still remnants of the Sword of Light around.

And mingled with its countless fluorescent lights, Sin-M's body was also about to ascend into the sky.

"You pulled your own chopping line at the end."

"You owe it to this sword"

"No, that's the same way I do it. It's not like the demon sword technique used by Ease.... Well, you'll find that out sooner or later.... but for the first time since they started calling me" The Swordsman "etc., I lost. For the first time, I lost to a swordsman other than me."

"... it's subtle if I was a pure swordsman like you."

"No, you were a swordsman. You are a swordsman who inherited the blood and will of a rare swordsman and tried to win the sword in his hand until the end."

Sin-M's expression was as soft and satisfying as if he had been drained of poison.

"I am not so full of talent as to inherit your will, but as the same swordsman, and as the" Demon King "with the same lineage issue, let's live with pride that I have been crossed with you"

"Oh......"

Sin-M nodded small to Elma's words.

Then there's just a little silence, and Sin-M opens his mouth again.

"... How's Melea?"

"So much so that the demons around you burn their hands."

So Elma was a little surprised that Merea's story was raised.

Sin-M was a little peculiar among the English spirits who raised Merea, a little badly put, but he thought the normal emotion of caring for the child was thin.

"That carries so many things that you can't bear with small things like me. Numerous untrained of the English Spirit, thoughts, and regrets he himself had in his previous raw. I'm a man who ran away from something like that with his sword as an excuse. So sometimes, that looks dazzling"

Somehow Elma also understood the feeling.

Merea is usually an equal person, but occasionally shows the strength of the will to draw a line with normal.

Somehow, I feel like a high and wide perspective because I'm living a second raw.

"It's not easy to take, make decisions, and pierce different thoughts while remaining normal. Or sometimes I wonder if Merea is more like our parents than any of the English spirits."

I can kind of see that, too. Elma nodded.

"- You got to support him. Still, Merea is one person. Just like I had Lynn, that one needs someone to protect."

"Whatever. So I will survive any battle. And make sure you get in line."

Elma looked straight at Sin-M and said so.

――

Sin-M still nodded contentedly when he heard the word, and ascended to heaven without breaking that smile.

- Thank you very much.

Elma stared at the rising of the light for a little while and ran out again.