... Done.
When I unlocked the Light Sword, I slowly turned to my body.
To ascertain the outcome of your battle. To be sure you don't have to kill your old buddies anymore.
"Ah!! Cat!! Cat!!
The first thing that jumped into my sight was the look of Philia crawling on all fours and crying.
"Cat?"
Why are you making a scene about cats when you say you witnessed a person's neck fall?
When I learned the noise, I glanced at Erin's body.
but there it was, the body of a black cat lying powerless.
Erin's remains, which are supposed to be, are nowhere to be found.
"... ugh!
Illusion?
Erin hasn't been here since the beginning, and that was a magically altered user demon?
Or Erin herself was here, but the moment she was slashed, she traded her body position with the demon?
Is there some unknown technique I don't know?
"Shit."
When I generated the Light Sword again, I went on alert. Though you're covering up, it should already tell you that I'm right next to Philia.
What I should do now...... it is to observe Philia.
Until just now Erin must have disarmed the debuff of diminishing intelligence because he must have had the purpose of picking up his people.
But now that we need to protect ourselves everywhere, I wonder if we will deploy Debuffs again.
Then if Philia's words and actions become more childish, then it will prove that Erin herself is here...
"... the brave are as noisy as ever"
and.
As I stood my sword and looked around, there was a girl's voice coming from somewhere. A little on the nose, young voice. It's Erin's voice.
Rotate around on the spot and look for Erin.
- No one.
Erin shouldn't be using any more cover-ups than she heard. Yet I don't see him.
Where?
How?
Why? Why?
In my head, a question mark springs from the next to the next.
Am I being cornered?
"... I don't see the brave. But this is how I was slashed.... lurking using cover-ups. Usual hands."
I can speak in Erin's voice again.
I feel like the distance was pretty close. Besides, I don't feel like I heard it from my feet.
From where the hell... foot?
No way.
With a bad feeling, I approach the one with Philia. At the foot of the crying philia, the chopped cat's neck is rolling.
"... what have you done to Philia? Words and deeds are not normal. She's crazy."
Erin's voice was coming from the mouth of the cat. From a cat with only a neck.
"... Since when can you do a necromancer impersonation?
- If you show up now, I won't do anything wrong. And I heard a whispering voice from over my head. It was Erin's voice.
Reflectively upward, a flickering black magpie butterfly was swirling.
"A bug spoke the words...? That can't be the intelligence of a demon. What happened..."
The magpie butterfly moves gracefully through the feathers, while approaching the filia. Its unmistakable wings reminded me of Erin's way of walking somewhere.
I can assure you. The contents of this butterfly are Erin.
"... Philia, long time no see"
That's where I think.
I was wondering if Erin herself, or a changed user demon, would have come here, but what if it was both?
I mean, if these guys are Erin and the demon at the same time...
"... Spirit"
I stare at the butterfly in front of me with a frightening thought.
If this prediction had been met, Erin would have earned a pseudo-immortality in a different way from Philia's.
Divide one human soul and let it dwell in another. … As a result, unless all souls are destroyed, that human being will no longer receive death in the full sense.
but the benefits are not just that more flesh is used.
Because the Spirited Soul shares five senses, it is assumed that everyone will taste the pain and suffering felt by more than one flesh.
Not to mention Erin split into short-lived creatures like black cats and magpie butterflies. When these come to life, Erin will also suffer from the agony of aging.
... If you were really spirited, that's not sanity shabby anymore...
"... brave man, surrender. I was divided into six hundred demons. It's no longer possible to kill me."
"Become..."
600.
It's too reckless to figure out which one is Erin when it comes to spiriting into little creatures like insects, too.
If you put yourself on a spider, a feather, or an invisible dandelion, you can do as much evil as you want while I'm unaware.
"... brave man. Still haven't solved the cover-up? Then we'll figure it out here."
Say, Erin shook that little feather.... Hatter. In Erin the Wizard, there's no way you can undo the cover-up. Because the magic of the curse can only be mastered by the brave.
"... This must be what the brave man is thinking right now. I'm a wizard, so I shouldn't be able to use the curse...... You're absolutely right. But there are two curse breakers here."
... two?
"Brave and Phillia"
――
Shit, it's too late when I step out. At that moment when I tried to smash Erin, a small light flashed over Philia's shoulder.
This guy, even the butterfly body can use his skills......!
Blinking light envelops the filia. At the next moment, Filia stood up at an unstoppable speed in her eyes, pointing her index finger at this one.
"Uncurse."
Voices with clear intelligence.
Perhaps Erin's brainwashing skills were activated. And my party member, Phyllia, can see me under cover.
"Damn it! Philia!
The curse will lift the cover, and my appearance will be exposed.
No, pull one end.
We need to rethink the operation......
But it doesn't work the way my body thinks.
My feet are heavy as lead and my thoughts are starting to break off.
It feels like I'm not me anymore.
... Oh, I'm sure I already have brainwashing skills.
I'm sure another Erin hiding somewhere unleashed her skills on me.
I screwed up.
Failed.
Will Angelica help me out?
What will happen to me?
In fading consciousness.
The last sight I saw was Philia squeezing a magpie butterfly as she raised her gold cut.
"Lord Brave!!!
... Am I wrong to hear that?
I think Philia was calling me in the same tone as she used to.