Invincible Magician ~Akashic Record Overwrite~

The moment she sees him (...) showing up in front of her, Christina realizes her heart rate jumps at once.

That look that you definitely know about yourself.

The immense magic that has already unfolded and the eyes of those who seek to challenge look to themselves.

But I can't feel the color of hatred in that gaze.

I've never seen anything like this before.

It's definitely supposed to be the first time, but at the same time I feel nostalgic for some reason.

- Strange feeling.

I've never had a proper conversation, and I've heard that Sarah, my sister princess, has the ability to "dream of God".

But I've never lived and demonstrated that kind of "power."

My "power" is specific to attack.

When a demon (monster) occurs that can't be helped except for the brave one who still doesn't show up, it is my mission to dispose of it with as little sacrifice as possible.

I think that's fine.

I am confident that I have also been working hard not to lose that power.

So right now, I don't understand what the feeling is inside me.

I can't explain it well.

I've become a lot better at acting as a "princess witch," and lately I wasn't even feeling like I was acting anymore.

I get nervous when I defeat a mighty demon (monster), but it's nothing like this feeling right now.

I know it's not like my sister's "shrine dream," but I've suddenly been attacked by "anxiety" for two days now.

In all the days I live as a "princess witch," it's a feeling I haven't had in forever.

I had no idea what was causing it, I was just having a vague "anxiety".

And now, the moment I looked at him (...), the brunette black eye, the only one with silver eyes, who had "metastasized (teleported)" in advance to the "Divine Domain" where all kinds of junctions were supposed to be tensioned, I could somehow understand that the source of "anxiety" was him (...).

I understand.

Even though I don't remember, he (...) said he was "scared".

My body understands that I can't help myself.

I also know that he is not a "brave man", who was told that he would show up one day.

Because if you are a "brave man," you will take more steps and face to face on a grand ritual.

Christina finds herself with a look of fear right now.

When would it have been the last time anyone could have realized that their face was "beautiful" with an expression on their face?

Even if that's an ugly thing that distorts into "fear," I thought it was a bit like that.

Strange things happened.

He (...), staring at himself with a look of fear, gave him a strange look.

The look on Christina's face of the question "I don't know why you look like that".

And for some reason, I'm a little rushed...

Looking at it, Christina remembers that she is not a mess.

I have the artifact for you in both hands, but it does nothing to hide your nudity.

- When you meet the "brave man," you must have no shame.

I teach and understand attitudes and how to react to them.

They say it's effective to blush and hide it. I don't know, but I guess so.

- Do not talk to anyone other than "brave men". You shouldn't even show your skin. If you make a mistake, you must punish them divinely and punish them with disgrace.

That means use the power of the "princess" to kill anyone but the "brave man" if he sees his own skin.

If you don't, you lose the power of the "Virgin" to protect everyone (...) and (...) from (...).

"Fear," the first emotion to bud in years, mixed with those "conditioning," and Christina was confused.

"- Yaaaa!!!

Throw the Divine Fixture you had in your hands toward him (...) without thinking.

2 x Bechikon.

From the eyes of the "princess witch," he (...), who only seemed to deploy his magic to the best of his ability and to be in a state of battle, strangely did not avoid it and accepted to hit him directly in the face.

I crouch naked with both arms with a voice that I can be sure I've never even made out myself.

Even when I was a kid, I don't remember ever speaking out like this.

Because I have been a good listener, a sophisticated and ideal "princess witch" all my life.

I don't know why, but my face is hot.

I feel like the blood in my body is concentrated on my cheeks.

"Mi, you saw it. You saw me naked, didn't you?

While I wonder what it would be like to ask him (...).

I am not myself as the vessel of the "princess witch" that I have worked so hard to create.

I've been killing for a long time now, and I thought I was gone myself. "Kristina" is uttering words.

I can see that.

I'm Christina Irv Vain for the first time in a really long time.

That is what makes me happy and scared.

In response to Christina's attitude, he (...) still makes him feel overwhelming "fear" instead, panicking like a normal boy.

The self-derisive thought comes to mind that you can't possibly know I'm a normal boy.

But it seems to me that when I was still a kid, the "brave" people I imagined with the friendly nuns were going to react like that.

The first encounter with the "brave man" that "Christina" expected and dreamed of.

I also feel like I wasn't imagining being seen naked all of a sudden, but what young Christina dreamed of was not an obligatory encounter between a "brave man" and a "princess witch" who bore too much responsibility, but an innocent encounter between a "boy" trying to save the world and a "girl" who could help it.

"Oh, sorry."

He (...) utters words of apology in a hasty and hesitant face as he develops his magic to outsmart any demon (monster) he has ever opposed.

"I won't forgive you, die!

"Tell the story..."

Out-of-place air, out of place conversation.

"I won't listen!

Though I don't even know what the occasion deserves.

I don't even know what I feel right now.

All I know is that I have to kill him (...) right now in front of me.

You can't lose the power of a "princess witch".

If that happens, no one will be able to protect you anymore.

By the time he defeats the monster, those who are "irrevocable" will be spread all over the world.

That's not all you can do.

Because I have dedicated my life to being a "princess witch" so that I don't.

When I thought so, the core of my head softly chilled.

I think it belonged to "Christina" until the word I just uttered.

But from now on, killing him (...) is the will as a "princess witch".

I wish he (...) was a "brave man".

- I feel like I (...) let go of something important right now.

But it shouldn't be wrong.

Not wrong.

Because I have to remain a "princess witch".

Because no one wants just "Kristina".

"Damn, it was the first time there was a change and you can't do it again!

He (...) leaves a strange word and disappears from sight.

First time? Again?

- Don't think about it.

He (...) is fast.

I can't capture the movement myself.

If they attack you from a blind spot, they could take you down.

I'm not going to be defeated.

"Flower storms, lights burn, night and darkness flower bonuses!"

At the same time as Christina's "curse," countless swords appear in the air.

It is an all-in-one attack "move" that can be followed all around.

The most powerful "moves" I've ever used against a monster.

Whether we're manoeuvring at high speed, there's got to be nothing we can do when we get inside that killing zone.

Unless he (...) is also a "brave man" who nullifies all the power of the "Virgin".

As soon as he (...) enters that killing zone, the power of his "princess" relentlessly burns out his (...) life to hunt.

Christina stares at him (...), who is burned to the "flame," the power of the "Virgin" - "Princess Witch," without the art of doing so.

Faced with his own death, I am slightly surprised that there is no giving up or despair in his (...) eyes.

Even though this is going to end.

If I die, I will punish you for everything.

- I wonder why he (...) can have such eyes.

"I pulled out the new moves, next time you stick..."

I don't know what he (...) is talking about until the end.

With his own power, he stares still at what was his ex-husband (...), who was ashed and burned out.

I almost cried for some reason.

But tears don't spill.

I (...) made a mistake.

I'm sure of that for some reason.

And then the end of the world begins.

I can't help myself, the end of the world.

Even though I don't remember, I can be so sure.

How many more times do I have to repeat, he (...) will outdo me.

I wonder what I would say to him (...) back in just Christina.

- I can't wait any longer.

I don't even know what I'm talking about.

But I swear to God I'll never forget it again.

Do what?

that I met him (...).

The burnt body of his (...) turns into light and begins to fill the world.

Oh, I knew it.

This is what happens.

I think so. Christina's eyes show a pitch-black little animal sitting where his (...) body was and staring at this one.

"-Interesting"

A spoken demon (monster) is called a warcraft.

Serving beings in conflict with God, the apostle of the devil.

That stares at Christina with intriguing eyes and says something that doesn't make sense.

Only that little animal continued to exist as everything returned to light, including Christina herself.

In the dazzling light, just pompous, black, just black.

I can understand why that face is "laughing" even though it is a small animal, not a person.

Christina was scared.

For some reason, that smile was much, much scarier than the world was about to end.

I remain fascinated by its existence.

Christina's consciousness was swallowed by the light and interrupted again.