Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban’nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!

Why? Why? Schneidal was just confused.

Why? Why? Did this man feel you so fast?

"Hino..."

I waited in my room for an assassination squad report, and it was the black man who showed up.

Something of a thin rectangle floats in the void, and that's where the elite units of the Hafen family he sent are talking in the woods.

The defensive junction also has a recording capability.

It's what a man is showing Schneidal after he says something that doesn't make sense.

(What is this...?

There are multiple ways to say far-sightedness, thousand eyes, etc., but magic exists that reflects a remote place.

But it's a realm that can't be achieved by 'people'. It is also said that only some demonic tribes with special attributes can be used, or turn the ancient magic currents.

(This man, is he a demon?)

Although I got a glimpse of one end of the man's identity, it still doesn't even make it decisive. It has been roughly seventeen years since the Demon King perished. I didn't know what the Demons meant when they spoke of 'justice' in the King's capital.

I can't move from the neck down. I couldn't even hang around, like I was trapped in a stone.

(Anyway, now, if we don't buy time)

The elite troops are still alive (...). If they get the job done and come back here, we have a chance. Because he is an elite among the elites who have worked out to defeat Princess Flash.

The captain of the elite unit completed his description of the operation.

"You ordered this, didn't you?

"Chi, no! Not me! I don't know these guys - guuuuuuu..."

My right leg was tightened with a chisel.

Video switches and crew chatter flows.

"Look here, who's the 'boy' from 'House Hafen'? You have a brother or a brother?

"Oh, that's..."

Schneidal tongues inside. My anger crept up at the crew who told me something extra.

"Is that better than that? Hart Zenfis is gonna get killed like this, right?

I wouldn't dare hit a man on an elite unit if this happened.

If a strange magic manipulator ambushes you, there will be damage, but they should be able to wipe out the man.

"Hmm? You said recording. They're all captured."

"... huh?

"So what I was looking at now was something that happened a while ago. Before I got here, I took them down."

"Stupid! Each and every one of you is above level 25, and the entire unit is comparable to Princess Flash. Something you can do by yourself!

"Well, you know more about it. I knew you beat them up."

"Ugh..."

"Man, they were really high level, weren't they? But he was passionate about hunting, and he didn't even notice me. The moment I arrived, the battle was on. I was just playing a little bit after that."

Again, I couldn't believe it.

They are the elite among the elite. I'm a professional. Those approaching should have made multiple connections so as not to miss them. I don't think I'll fail to pay attention.

(What do we do? What can I do......)

I don't believe a man has wiped out all his elite troops. Then again, now we're buying time. Until they come back.

"So, what do you say? You must be the mastermind, right?

But I can't even think of a connection story. Schneidal reopened.

"Oh, it's me. I ordered it. So what's up? Noblemen have hurt their pride. Take what you deserve!?"

My right leg was crushed.

"Wow, sorry...... I won't do it anymore. Loosen..."

"Forgive me? You tried to kill them without giving them even while they begged you to, didn't you?

"Deal, don't you? Why don't you? Troops will pull off. If we rush to use it now, Hart Zenfis and the others may be able to save it."

"So you're already done over there. They're right next to you."

"To?"

Schneidal only moves his neck and looks around. I looked back full of eyes and checked everything I could see but no one was there.

"Kill me...?

No matter how long a man is lying, he won't make it.

"Hmm, when I kill you, you still suspect me, don't you?

The daytime joke exchange was remembered. The Harts know that a man has done strange magic to this body. But they also had a wind that didn't know who the man was.

Other than them, the existence of a man should be barely even recognised.

I'd rather be the first to suspect that I was murdered...

"Hart Zenfis......"

He must be the one who caused trouble with himself the most recent time.

"Whoa, that's amazing, you. You've noticed."

The man reacted strangely to Schneidal's crush.

"My voice is delusional, but do I still find out it's this way of talking? Thank you. You're going back to vegetables when you get to your head. We need to be thorough with the act."

A man put his hand on a tight black helm. If you don't hesitate to take it off,

"Oh..."

"Your answer. I'm Hart Zenfis."

There was a man there who wasn't supposed to be.

"Stupid...... You were with a black man during the day..."

"That's like my split... is that it? Why are you so surprised? Oh, maybe he didn't find out?

Hurt puffs and brunettes.

"I won't leak from you, and I'll stick with you. But why did my name come up?

"Wow, kill me, in the sense that Hart Zenfis is suspected..."

"Oh, that way. I told you that earlier, didn't I? So, well, I have measures in mind."

Hart unleashed his black helm on the floor and began to colour the scattered room.

Look at the paper that was on your desk. It's an autograph written by Schneidal.

"In short, I just have to do the same thing as you"

A piece of paper appears suddenly in Hart's hand.

I stopped by Schneidal and let him put it up.

"... 'I'm going on a journey. Don't Look'?

Keep it exactly like your handwriting. He's writing something. He didn't show it at all......

"If you go missing, you're gonna delude me a lot, aren't you?

"Ha ha... You think a shallow idea like that would work?

"Don't you feel sorry for yourself? There's no proof. You were coming back to this mansion. I'm sleeping in Professor Tia's lab. Suspected of being in the labyrinth."

Hart plays the paper perfectly.

"Look down there."

To match the flickering paper, lowering your fearful gaze,

"Hih!?"

My lower body was disappearing.

"I lifted it just a little (...), just a few millimeters, in a direction perpendicular to each vertical and horizontal height"

"What..."

You're telling me? I don't understand.

"I can't recognize it from three-dimensional space. We don't miss you, do we, buddy? I don't know if I can face them, and I don't know if they're still alive."

"Stop, please..."

Hart puts his face closer to him, who messed it up with tears.

"You, you tried to kill me, didn't you? Be prepared to be killed the other way around."

Hart left. Lift one hand.

The remaining upper body gradually disappears from the lower back,

"Take-"

Schneidal disappeared from this world...