I Came Back but the World is Still a Fantasy!?

A red line formed on his back in front of him.

The sword stabbed deep and pierced.

Blood that blew on my face.

Someone screamed in a delayed fashion.

She (Stella) drew blood from her whole body and everything turned white.

Initially she took time to understand what she had done.

No, it is correct that I did not try to admit it, if to be precise.

My head, my heart, my soul, didn't want to admit it was me who did it.

But to the information that flows through her eyes and hands, undeniably, she...

I was shouting a scream that I had never made before without realizing that I didn't have a voice.

It's like everything in itself is cracked from the inside out. It's attacked by pain and shock.

I also had the illusion that my screams, which I was not supposed to hear, seemed to be tearing my body apart.

Yet my body doesn't know the same thing, and I can't use magic.

But the feeling of ripping a human. Impact through humans. Raw warm red blood bathed.

They all felt solid. Despair where the body is crippled but only the senses are carefully conveyed.

He said things to that extent should have been used to a long time ago.

Until now she has been in the position of Princess of the Great Power to protect Lilitscha,

He has slaughtered and abandoned numerous impudents. Those feelings were uncomfortable from the edge.

Never before has it been such a shock to shake her mind so far.

That rocks me to the point where, right now, I wish it was a dream that I wanted to have her and close my eyes.

Even the eyelid, however, keeps showing the boy's back piercing herself against her will.

A red line that slowly or falls and a red circle that gradually spreads.

Blood spills out. His fever, his life, falls out.

The emotions I had earlier collapse in a scream that I can't even skip consciousness.

My first thought in recognizing the boy's rescue was “I'm sorry."

All I could see was his back because of his sheltered outfit, but no doubt he was frustrated.

All this timing. It sounds good when it comes to saviors rushing to people's plight.

But if you return the back, you can see someone unharmed and falling, or if he's a little

Doesn't it mean you've seen the sight many times when the victim was just late and on the verge of getting killed?

What kind of pain is that, heavy pressure? We gave it a few times with our own powerlessness.

If her body moves thoroughly, I'm sure she would have just bitten her back teeth to pieces.

Apart from such remorse, I remembered both carelessness and joy.

The reason he's pissed off in the first place. You're hurting your chest in the way everyone who's hurt and fallen.

As a maid, as an escort, I spot them with my forged insight. I guess.

- Why can't I come before this happens?

It was easy to imagine that he prioritized "outside” safety first.

It is not a half-life quality or number if it is the strength to stop Tencorius.

It is obvious that he will not be able to leave it alone, so his back is in a bad mood.

Correctly, it's a choice that will abandon us in half.

I'm sorry about that, but she remembers the warm fever.

That makes me oddly proud to have been able to have him think so.

And he affirmed that this was the victory they grabbed. He did.

I just had to prolong my time. Totally on the way.

He said he was also left helpless. And then there's really just bad karma anymore.

Still, it made my chest hotter than anything I could get him to admit that I won with it.

Yet,

How could you,

My own hand holds the sword.

Why, I slashed him.

Why, I freshly poked my sword.

On that small, big, and painful mean back.

Why are you still trying to move without mutilation?

- What are you doing?

─ ─ Don't move, don't move, don't stop!

─ No, hey, no!

Stunning thoughts, unconsolidated thoughts only, hearts screaming like broken.

Even if I could have spoken, I wouldn't have spoken a meaningful word.

"Eh."

A feeling conveyed from a sword that keeps gripping there.

A blade was grabbed trying to move on the other side of his back.

Wouldn't have to think about it.

Stella looked at it stunned and gave it a natural gaze.

The brunette's head right in front of me looks back to peek at this one.

Badly that was slow, and what seemed like a slow move was escape or desire?

- Oh, shit, man.

What's there is a stunning face. Why, the concern and the hurt face of why.

─ No, no, no, no.

─ ─ Don't look at me like that!

Stella, whose heart cries out like a young girl. There.

"---------------------!

I get an uncontrolled smile and an innocent voice that was really directed at me.

It doesn't overlap fine dust with the worst imagination, etc. Besides, she was just blinded.

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"... kid, you... are you insane?

Your lord's been attacked by that maid now, isn't he?

The words of nuance as if they were playing with children.

It can only be a mistake as a voice to slash your own back and call the person you pierced.

I looked back at the alchemist, wondering if he was crazy.

A grinning face until easy to understand, the difference between an unholy grin and a cloud mud that was close to the edge.

"Huh? What are you doing, you're not crazy?

And it's just an attitude that says you're the one who's weird.

They gave it back without putting in my hair. Besides, the alchemist gets taken aback.

Mainly in terms of why I was ridiculed by a man whose belly was breached with a sword.

But did you just see it as a gap or do you not care how they react from the start?

Sinichi's mouth, which would definitely be the latter, did not stop, but told him why.

Even with the attitude that that would be common sense.

"Think about it... in this situation, Stella stabbed me, from behind?

Ha, that can't happen other than someone manipulating this guy, dumbass.

Ah, no. I guess the heady scholar type doesn't look like anything after all.

So don't even know what you're talking about, poor thing. "

Laughs the alchemist's claim with his nose as he elbows to a blood-wet blade protruding from his own belly.

Contempt, gaze down. Laughter and expression made a small fool of me. Incendiary complaints that even come out.

He is in excellent condition now. Overlapping, but with the sword sticking out of his belly.

"Become, be, what are you kidding!?

For this reason, what I am saying is that Sin Yichi is not more unscrupulous.

Normally, you'd be stunned if your buddies attacked you off your back, and you'd suspect you betrayed them.

But asking him for such normality is in itself a big mistake in the first place.

There's no way she could stab herself in this situation. not emotional theory. Rationally, it's

I decided it was impossible. And even though he was actually stabbed for just that reason.

Even the fine dust didn't suspect Stella herself. There's no way he's normal.

"You're kidding me, right?

In the first place, you're the only suspect at that time.

Everyone was surprised, but you were the only one. If you want me to doubt you.

Act more properly, the third class... you're white. "

"Come on!"

And a flipped, rather muscular assertion and a frightened sigh.

The angrily calm part of his head has admitted to falling, the man bites his umbilical cord.

The scornful gaze directed at you, though, has no fever, such as interest or hostility.

The will of contempt and sympathy as seen even by the pathetic featherworm is conveyed.

I looked down far beyond my will, and it stumbled on me.

"What do you look great about being stabbed like nothing else!

"What's so great about you finding out? No."

Yeah, here's the thing.

Or return it as if they expected me to say anything.

Besides, that was the fun voice color that extra strokes the other person's nerves backwards.

"Ew! Keep ripping!

"What...?

Orders were given out of my mouth clearly that I was no longer willing to hide anything I could manipulate.

Stella screamed a small, exhaling scream, but she was surprised that the dust didn't move.

"What, what's up? Why don't you move!? Don't do it!!

She felt the flesh was about to move, but she didn't actually make it microscopic.

It feels as if the restraint is there as if it envelops the flesh.

If I stared, the thin, warm, black magic was covering my body.

"Ah."

"Eh, demonic martial arts! You sealed the movement of the flesh with a magic exterior!?

"Thank you very much for the explanatory dialogue. It's tough, but if you're alone."

Haha, and a boy stroking a blade through his own belly laughing lightly.

Demonic martial arts can be practiced besides yourself, but you have to touch the subject.

Because Sin Yichi and Stella are, so to speak, connected through the sword.

It could easily be wrapped in a magic exterior by a rigid mould. And...

It's not hard again to stiffen it up so it doesn't move.

It's just him, though.

"Did you think there was only one handkerchief here!

Then, if you raise your hands slightly, all the other maids who had fallen suddenly rise.

What was in their expression was amazement at it. You just don't listen to your body.

It is moving according to the will of others. That fear and trying to be defiled from now on

I also perceive the mood of my sister, who stabbed him, to pale what I am doing.

"Ah, to you guys!? What have you done to my samurai!?

That made even the debilitating Lilitscha scream with passion.

They're still in the process of being treated, of course.

It's dangerous to move with the bleeding just stopped and the wound just slightly blocked.

Almost everyone has scratches that are pierced with piles, no matter how big or small they are or where they are.

"There's a hole through your body," as it should be. Seriously injured by whoever sees it.

Some daughters actually just got up and the wound opened and bled again.

But the old alchemist just laughs with a spicy face, without answering that anger.

It's as if they told me that you found out about that.

"Oh, shit, no!

"How can I do this!?

"Please, stop!!

"No, don't!

Did you decide there was no point in not letting him speak like Stella?

Everyone screams like a scream, but the flesh was pulling out its weapons in a familiar move.

Eyes filled with fear and fright turn to the boy. Even that is not their will.

It's just that you took a dyed combat attitude with only your body being told.

Do their expressions remain emotional when they notice that they have targeted Shin-ichi?

There was a fear of a voluntarily moving body and a fright of myself trying to hurt him.

I'm sure there will be some severe pain behind it from a wound that was forced to move and open.

"Ahhh, I did it"

"... si, n?

His words with that in his eyes are frivolous. Just words, though.

Emotional feelings in voice colors and expressions don't even feel fine dust.

There was just “nil," and the princess's spine trembled.

"You can't move with that package stuck! Kill him!

Because there's nothing else I can do for you as long as you have your head!!

I only showed it for a moment, and while I missed that awesome face, the old alchemist...

I ordered him to laugh invincibly like a payback while showing passion.

Attacked by those who tried to help. I enjoy that evil taste.

If that's who you're looking down on and making fun of yourself, it's extra.

Even if we've already spotted the manipulator, there's no point if we can't cut the thread off.

You can release or throw away the made-up length that remains manipulated.

And the more I hid and treated, the more I had feelings, the same with the other maids.

It doesn't make sense if you can't properly intercept any number of skill s ranks,

There's no way I can move around magnificently with my luggage and hand wounds.

A corrugated attack by ten acquaintances who are not manipulated by a single string of strings.

The old alchemist thought we were supposed to push this busty kid.

"Oh, no, he's running away!!

"Eh, it doesn't matter to us!

"Nakamura, give me the maid length!

Ten shadows that were kicking the floor at the moment of the order.

A bunch of murder weapons that are not famous in their hands but are sufficient to kill humans.

If he was in perfect condition, neither did they panic so far. Easy for us.

Because I know so much that I can crush it and protect myself.

But oddly enough, they are fading because of something similar to an alchemist.

Still, they were screaming. He wants us to protect ourselves and our sister.

"Heh, heh."

He didn't make it faint. I don't even see myself trying to defend myself instead of dodging it.

I just had a warm smile on that face that I had never seen in the past six months.

It's calm enough to make them forget their current situation.

They want to keep watching nearby forever because they are the ones who serve,

Then it was a quiet expression of joy that made me wonder how happy I was.

Was it just a coincidence that it was meant to be?

A body that jumps into a falling in love gap. An arm that reaches for the murder weapon. Blade aimed at the neck muscle.

They didn't have to recognize them at all. And when you returned it to me,

It pains me that no one and he were still licking the rank of skill s rank.

"Behold, what!?

None of the manipulated blades had touched the boy's skin.

Incredibly, they are still in the flying air.

It did not advance or fall as if it had been fixed in that position.

Even though there were no signs of any magic whatsoever.

"Oh, stop, did you?

"What, this... wrapped in something, are you?

"Ah, it's warm..."

Only the flesh is about to carry out what it was commanded to do unchanged.

Nanica, who surrounded herself as she felt, was covering them without that gap.

Instead of feeling sealed all over your body but without breathlessness or compression.

Instead, they get confused by the warmth of remembering relief. Why not?

I also remembered the tickle that was strangely too cozy apart from the feeling.

"I sealed the move, it's all right now... you've held up well, I'll take care of the rest"

Sinichi turns her soft grin and words to reassure them there.

But they realized the eyes they had worked out to serve someone.

That the boy's gaze swayed for a moment as if he had embraced something by acknowledging everyone's deep wounds.

And the gentle look on his face hurt his chest.

"Huh!"

"Nakamura, Sama"

"Ahhh..."

We couldn't make ourselves look like that.

It's like you made your serving master sad with your own powerlessness and impotence.

The shock was running through and shaking their maids' hearts a lot.

In his head, he makes the alchemists angry and deliberately manipulates them.

In the light of the current situation, by provoking ourselves to attack, we can move where we've invited ourselves.

You wanted to seal it, he said. But I also knew that would open the wound.

That's why his eyes shook. Feel responsible as if you've hurt yourself.

That makes the maids unnecessarily squeeze through their chests.

"It's not wind restraint, it's not space fixation... what the hell did you do!?

Haven't you noticed how the boy and the maids look like that?

When the words of the alchemist arrive, which I don't understand, Sin Yichi leaves them floating.

When I moved it, I exposed my face to make a fool of my opponent in the open sight.

"You knew about demonic martial arts, and I didn't?

"What... no way, the ah!?!

Was the word now a hint? The alchemist points his finger as he opens his mouth wide and screams.

"The Second Stage of Demonic Martial Arts!

Oh, wasn't that a creation for future generations!?

That magic is only semimaterialized by magic!?

"Huh?"

They switched the sensation of their eyes in an aggressive fashion so that they could see the magic of their surroundings.

I guess the old alchemist was thinking about spitefully and spiritually shaking them.

There was no freedom to close it, but there was freedom to “see” or “see”.

Therefore, they see the sole. Countless black giant arms stretching out of Sinichi.

His -- his only -- black magic shaped huge arms for the number of people, one at a time.

I was trapped inside in that hand. The opposite of the seemingly gratuitous

With delicate addition and subtraction and softness as if even the baby were holding it.

Ten demonic arms superbly protect everyone without overlapping but interfering with each other.

"If the combined use of the Rigid and Soft shapes is a condition of first hand,

I am the semimaterialization of pure magic! Whatever the devil tribe is.

I didn't think humans could do that, but this is it!

"Description Dialogue Pt. 2, thank you very much"

Sin Yichi mocks her niggardly with a bright tone of disgusting things.

But what was in its chest was relief coming from a complicated mood.

Arms shaped only by their own magic and maids wrapped in them.

It was the relative alchemist who didn't choose to be restrained by magic.

I was afraid, but this is better than the magic of restraint, the magic of space fixation.

Because it blocks the wound with flexible and optimal addition and subtraction. To reduce open wounds again and also stop the bleeding

This was convenient. Especially since it was himself who provoked them to manipulate them.

He is subtly even more grumpy because he is. Let this alchemist calm you down.

There was also a point in preventing them from being held hostage, but in him that hasn't been absolved.

"... Huh, ha, ha, ha! Oh, my God!

Can you even do that if you're S-ranked! No, that's good!

If this is what you get that brains for, then the sorrow of the eagles is!

"Wow, even though I did aim, I'm not even a little happy that Jizzy targeted me."

Even though it leaks so much, what would you be happy to be targeted by?

and I doubt it myself but no one in this situation gives me that kind of scratch.

Because everyone's attention was directed at the man who started doing the calculations alone.

Especially though the opponent didn't care about the gaze from anyone.

"Fuck, wait, Philia. Not right now!

I don't need no more princesses or dolls! You can get that brains (S-rank), kid!

Alone, the old alchemist concluded on his own, once again unfolded the Demon Square of the Hinge.

The place is... directly above the Shinichi. What appeared was the same black spider shaped doll as earlier.

Are you calling or creating? falling. That look, the sight,

It's like a black waterfall (...).

"Oh, what a number! Shinichi, it's a bomb!

It's as dirty water flow that falls.

A 10,000 bomb spider falls as it swings like a wave.

Kite, who literally received that power up close, told Singh Ichi to follow the maids.

I scream with a mouth that was healed all the time. But with him, so to speak, more beings to hold.

They can't move more than they used to. They jump at it so they can take a bath.

"Huh!?!

"... a large swarm of bugs or something like that. If it was a long time ago, it would be fainting."

The boy sees the sole crawling around from neck to bottom in a strangely exalted tone is calm.

Instead, he couldn't even touch himself.

I had a strange admiration for objectivity. There.

"Any defense is pointless if that number! I even killed a dragon. Take the power!

You don't have to worry because you're doing the math to keep your head safe.

Well...... otherwise it would splash unharmed!!

"You! Come on, guys, Sin!

Bad grin and words that perhaps contain joy and excitement.

A screaming scream like a princess who can't even crawl with anger at it.

But they couldn't afford to react to either of them already.

The shape and number of bombs that feel like physiological decadence are all over the body.

How about that disgust and fear? There's no direct feeling over the demon arm.

It was also an unfortunate but not any consolation story for the maids.

The count begins.

"Ah, run away, Nakamura!

"We really don't mind, come on!

"That's enough for now!

"But how about just the maid chief!

No more ten seconds of respite.

We can't compare ourselves to sturdiness. We've done a lot of damage to Kite.

That's the unusual number of gatherings I gave, and it's covered in everyone.

The magic exterior, which can also be armor, is only as good as paper in this number. So, I guess.

They told Shin-ichi only about themselves and their sister. Behind that.

They shake their heads as if voiceless voices deny it, but their resolve is firm. but.

Sinichi just says one word to it.

"Oh, no."

It is as succinct as mine and comparable as the waste of children.

The maids were unwittingly distracted because it was too short and it was also an instant answer.

"Or stop.

If you say that, you'll be extra tense. "

Enjoy the way it is, not. I just laughed at the words, and he...

I sidelined the count trying to get to zero, and I just fingered a light noise.

But as if that had been the signal, the bomb spider fanned at the same time.

Their appearance is swallowed up at once beyond the flames of instantaneous explosion.

"─ ─ Huh!?!

Was that scream speechless from the start or was it wiped out by the sole?

The power of the directed bombing was as inwardly directed as it was when Kite.

That's a bizarre sight when it comes to strangeness. whilst roaring and winding up the dust

Only shock waves strike in a defined direction. The power of destruction swirls at that point,

The floor was finally erased and the ground was exposed.

But it never spreads from there. It's just the flames covering up and hiding it.

"Kuck, kack!

I lost my precious doll, but if you think you can get S-rank brains, it's cheap. "

head, etc. calculated its power and the direction of the blast. He

I don't even think about fine dust. As a natural result, the maids disappeared into flames.

I was convinced that only the boy's head would remain there.

"- Are you nuts?

But it was Kite who mocked it with a chilling voice.

It was mockery in its eyes, though it was still falling and lying. I even have pity.

The alchemist who looked back at the words also admitted it, causing him to exasperate but laugh with his nose.

"Huh, a madman brave man if you think of him as someone. Your hopes are dead now."

"Anyway, you still don't know who you're dealing with, do you?

I make such a mistake because I only look at the high skill rank.

Those who fight him will surely be defeated. There are no exceptions. "

"I mean, what are you looking at, right now..."

"Now you're looking back at my words without checking anything, right?

objection or mockery, cut it off with bullshit and block the words you tried to throw away. Kite was

I showed him a signal to meditate on one eye with a good face.

I didn't think so, alchemist, but that doesn't make much sense to the brave.

I just knew. How to illuminate someone with something like this.

At that time, he always let go of a painful blow.

"Yes, the Zane Award!

"Ha ha!?!

Like this.

The man is stunned when he vomits blue, white, brilliantly colored blood that is distinctly different from normal.

A black arm smashed through the back of the armored doll's chest.

Kate shudders at the three moons laughing behind it, after all, and spills.

"Kissa, Ma!? haha, hey!?

Repeatedly spitting blood again, but if you just let your face look back, it's right there.

What happened was the boy's invincible laugh. Instead of being safely injured, burned, and not even coal.

And the blast flames that were supposed to have covered the Shinichi were gone without a trace.

There are no shadows or shapes, such as flesh pieces or blood marks of someone, even if there are traces of destruction there.

"Oh, ha... did I help you a little?

"Just a little bit, well, I'll give you a compliment.

You earned (...) all the time (...) definitely only helped a little "

"Oh, yeah!

"Ouch!!

Ignore someone's roar or something, do it, and gut pose small, kite.

It stays down, but its face is full of joy. He's a cheap brave man, though.

"Mm, I already threw it away. Let's take care of ourselves."

Throw the doll away so that gravity magic crushes it to the scraps of iron around your pinky finger.

But he didn't turn his gaze on it, and looked at the child who stood up away from anyone.

"So, what do you say? That worked, didn't it?

Also, should I say. After all, should I say.

There was an unchanging young face of an alchemist who created a new flesh.

But there is an indelible anguish in the expression.

"Ugh, gu... strike a direct blow to the soul without using the sacred attributes, ooh hoo hoo!?

It was like blood with a blue and white glow that was spit out of its mouth again.

It was not the blood of its flesh, but a phenomenon that could be called the bleeding of its soul, so to speak.

spit it out a few times, but still look at Shin-ichi. That face is painful and

I was filled with anger. Anyway, behind him, with the rubble on his back and instead of his bed.

Because the maids were carefully laid to sleep without anyone missing or hurting them.

equal to the reputation that his own attacks, which he was good at, were utterly pointless

"No matter how much s rank, we're all safe under that circumstance. Take!?

That's what happens when you use any irregularities, kid!!

"But just now, so to that extent? I knew it was a pain in the ass, you!

I don't know what they did. I barked at the irrationality that got me through it so easily.

Sin Yichi is talking to himself with a voice that is strangely exalted without dealing with him.

Looking at the young face, irritated and reddened by further passion for that attitude,

But the calm part of the boy groans that he has trouble with his chest.

It was a blow that I let go.

and.

Apparently, he still recognizes me as a 'human'.

Sin Yichi laughs ironically with his inner nose "by being kind" to his senses (it).

For those who can use The Crossing of the Soul, for those who can prepare a new flesh from next to next.

This restriction was very troublesome. Whatever it is, it doesn't make much sense to hurt the flesh.

most of them have thereby broken the opponent's wars and pride, but

It takes a different approach to break the other person's heart.

Especially since I expected that to happen, I decided it would take a while.

"I hope you don't even have to deal with them, leave them in vain!

If you survive, use it again, and the link is broken!?

Well, that's not “usual."

With that in mind, Sinichi shuts up and drops them on the floor that were in his hands.

Scattered with caracolo is an even smaller stone spot than the tip of the pinky. That number, eleven.

"Oh, that! How did you... embed it in your head!?

Smiling and not talking, but stepping on all of them in frustration.

"Well, what did you do?

I want you to talk about this in your explanatory dialogue part 3, too.

That's how brainy you are, hey... "

If scratching the flesh is a problem, it has been as much as ever.

But he already has the information he needs to crush this opponent by the time it's too much.

I know who it is, its purpose, its problems, its limitations and its contradictions from the beginning.

And there's nothing to worry about if you add to the current prone nature of intense exchanges.

Then, from now on, plan harmony. It's like convenience. Just break it by hand.

One by one, let's tread his confidence, his hand, his wishes, his thoughts.

"------Johan-Shbal Earthgant, father of the wretched king and fallen."

A slightly bloody wet three-day moon struck as it shaped the smile of the evil god (Acma).