Kono Sekai ga Game da to, Ore dake ga Shitte Iru

A wind containing the scent of tide blows through a small high hill.

On that hill in the breeze, she stood alone.

"Ah......"

In the wind, let it ride.

Or in the wind, so that it can be disputed.

From the little mouth of the girl, a breath leaks mixed with sadness and abandonment.

- Funny, it was a girl.

Thin, white hands and feet that are likely to be broken instantly just by touching them.

Straight black hair without habit is easily breezy, and dark eyes that dwell in darkness, albeit deeper, of the same colour as its long hair, give rise to worrying signs.

As if, alone in this world, the girl, not in a position to be thrown out by herself, softly held down her wet feathered hair swaying in the wind.

That, like recoil.

Under her worried eyes, her lips, which were closed to bite off, faintly burst.

From there, the real thing that was holding him down with his exhale slipped out and spilled pounding.

"... I don't want to work"

And once I mouthed it, it was fast from there.

When the clothes fall back vigorously without even taking into account that they are dirty, words flood out like a weir cut from the girl's mouth.

"Ah. Not like this. I wish I could live without doing anything.

If you can't do that, go ahead... "

A girl sleeping defenselessly on her back on a hill in a reverse pentathlon-like position.

But her self-depravity was to be brought to an end by a voice flowing from across the hill.

"Lady! Where are you, lady?

The girl who hears that voice, ahhh, and looks dizzy for just a moment, gets up in such a way as reluctantly.

"Lady!"

What showed up was a magnificent man with a gusty physique.

With an undisputed calm air in his seared and grueling face, he approaches the girl in a soothing manner.

"... Caius. I said stop calling me a lady."

I don't know how many more times I've complained, and the girl turned sideways.

Caius, a man of honest patronage, shrinks as he was frightened, though it was a deliberate manipulation.

"Excuse me. Mitya...... lady"

"In the end, the lady wears it."

"It is...... Lady Mitya is the next generation of witches, and she is their protector."

To the squared man's dialogue, the girl, Mitya, fastened to shrugging her shoulders.

"No, more than that, yes!

The next person to raise a protest was Caius.

Keep the excitement on the words and stuffing Mitya.

"Lady Mitya! You've said many times that it's dangerous to walk alone."

As a guardian, a natural reprimand as an elder.

But Mitya still didn't break her disgruntled attitude.

"Caius said he'd run and help me wherever I was,"

"That's certainly not what I'm going to do. But if there's anything while I'm away..."

"Something. There's nothing dangerous about this island."

There are no dangerous demons on this island, and no one tries to harm Mitya, who will be the next generation of witches.

Still, the role of guardian exists, for example, as an exclusive escort for witches, because, for one thing, witches are important to this island.

"Sometimes, though, in case!

"Okay. Because I was sorry.... So let's go home now?

Even Mitya knows that.

Our own clan exists only to survive, after all, the witch and her blood.

Still, I always realized that complaining like this was just sweet on Caius.

"Do the right thing again..."

Ignoring the caius with his smiley face, Mitya quickly turned behind Caius.

"Lady?"

Mitya answered Caius, who raised a much louder voice, trying to pointy her lips.

"... I'm tired, I can't walk anymore"

"What?"

"So, Caius, take me"

With that said, Mitya turned her hands around its neck as she leaned against Caius's back without even hearing back.

"... man. Lady, you have no choice."

The mouth of Caius, spilling so, was loose to the back of his tone.

Because I get that this little wagga mom is the best way to sweeten this girl with a twist.

"If you shake it, I don't know."

"Then I'll tell your father that Caius has done terrible things."

"Ha. I want you to give me a break."

Caius turned his hand around his back, tapping his light mouth, powerfully supporting Mitya's body and walking down the hill with a firm foothold.

"After all, Caius has a big back."

"Really? I think it's normal."

Mitya was staring at the back carrying herself as she was carried home by Caius with a startling attitude.

"But much bigger than me."

"Compared to the lady, all the men inside will have big backs."

In a soothing conversation, Fujikaius changed the tone.

"... Mitya, lady, you're crazy.

There will be plenty of people in there who want to carry you without having to take out such old bones. "

"That, is..."

Mitya also found out that Caius' words were not meant as they were spoken.

Two years ago, the peculiarity of Mitya choosing Caius as her own guardian.

That's what Caius is pointing out.

Generally, it is men of the same age that a witch candidate chooses to be a conservative.

Then he was mostly tied to the person he chose as his guardian, and in fact Mitia's father and mother joined him with it.

So Mitya's choice to choose Caius for her role created a small upset inside.

For Mitya, the choice was not a special necessity.

I'm just saying that the first man I thought of when I got to the step of deciding to play my part was the kind uncle I've been looking after since I was a kid.

However, if I look back now, I think deep down that I may have asked him for the shadow of my father, who was so dear to my mother.

Or…….

(I just might have wanted to run away)

For a witch candidate, marriage and childbirth are a duty and a mission.

It is unacceptable to stop the blood of a witch.

Mitya, whether she wants it or not, must eventually be with someone on the island and have children.

My father, and my mother when I was magnificent, said that the person you'll be with can decide whatever you want.

If I have to be tied to someone, I think Mitya wants to choose her own opponent.

But marrying someone in there, even falling in love, was an unrealistic imagination for Mitya.

The people in there, they never hate it.

But there is little contact between Mitia and those inside who have been specially educated as witch candidates.

Mitia's values were also greatly isolated from them, who grew up listening to great ancestors from childhood, reading the few collectibles in the house, and dreaming of heroes of stories was her only pleasure.

Even in the nasty position of being the daughter of Nadia, the contemporary witch, the next witch candidate, Mitya is a beautiful girl if only on the outside.

There were some opponents who showed a clear fondness, but she felt bewildered and frightened before she was happy, avoiding all of that and spending the whole time alone.

I'm sure we'll figure it out then.

That's what I thought, no, I tried not to think about it, and I sent it forward.

So, finally, the time has come.

It was just fear that Mitya felt exposed in front of so many men who stood on the stage and expected something.

The happy future I thought I could see saw nothing, and only fear and disgust swelled up in the back of my chest.

Hidden behind my eyelids instead were my mother, who was breaking day by day, and my father, who was supposed to be strict in hiding and spilling tears.

Of course, the person who decides to be the champion doesn't always become the future companion.

But if I decide this, it will determine my future.

Feel that way when the gray-dull future that awaits you hits Mitya with the mass of reality......

"- Lady?"

To the calling voice, Mitya's heart, which had flown in the past, returned.

I turn my gaze around for just a moment and remember my situation and the last conversation.

"... do you want to play defensive, didn't you?

The inquiry Mitya accidentally uttered, not to show upset, was so full of anxiety that she wondered herself.

"No way. I'm very honored, Miss Mitya."

But Mitya's worries were off-target.

Caius returns a neat answer to Mitya's question with his usual stupidity, honesty.

His uncovered attitude made Mitya feel much like she had been saved.

"But really stop walking alone.

It's not like there's a zero chance of an accident because there's no such thing as demons, and if you put it in a bad spot of sight, you get lost... "

"... right. Be careful."

Mitya returned the words in the most gentle tone she could in order to reward this heartfelt guardian.

... but he doesn't know.

As far as Mitya is concerned, there is no way we can get lost on this island.

She turned her gaze to the front, slightly above it, on the back of the relying guardian.

Only in Mitya there are pillars of light, visible only to those with witch qualities, stretched everywhere looking straight to heaven.

(That's the "Sealed Demons Formation". where I will cease to be 'Mitia')

To that beauty Mitya bit her lips for only a moment and immediately lay her eyes down as she gave up.

When Mitya was rocked by Caius's back for a while and he began to see the island's only settlement, Caius said it was pompous.

"If you're free, you're free."

"Hmm?"

"What about finding something you can do at home?

For example, if you try cooking or sewing, it's surprising... "

To that question, Mitya often patrolled.

Can I tell you something, I'm not sure, but the answer came right away.

"Oh, I do. If it's a hobby to do at home, I already have one."

"Yes, is it?

"Yeah.... I'm writing a story"

"Though?

This was still a secret that I had never revealed to anyone, to my father or to my mother.

Most importantly, Mitya, who is very familiar, has no one to talk to but Caius in the first place.

"That's amazing!

"Oh, yeah, I guess? Isn't that weird?

"No! I think it's a great hobby!

So, what story is the lady writing?

With his first endorsement, Mitya gained momentum in Russia.

Talk in a breath with momentum that doesn't make you feel the usual feeble atmosphere.

"Ugh, yeah! What I'm writing is a genre of retrograde things!

A black magician flirting with a harsh fate, oh, this is a scenario in which the first generation is a model, but the person returns to the past and defeats the previously defeated evil one, and now it's time to capture a happy future... "

"Uh... Is the magician the star? That story, love, etc…"

"Huh? You're not coming out, are you? Why?"

"... no. That's okay. Keep talking."

Mitya's mouth didn't stop, wondering about Caius, who somehow looked discouraged.

"Actually, write it down to the front of the last scene already!

At the end of the day I also thought about a lot of cool name magic used by the protagonist, but I can't really decide!

Oh, choose Caius with me next time... "

When I was excited to continue the dialogue,

"Mm-hmm...!

Mitya leaned herself against the waves of atmosphere-shaking magic.

"Miss Mitya?!

To Caius, who cares, I can't even afford to return the word.

When I rushed to look over the mountain inside, I saw a dark flame there that proceeded to lick the mountain's skin.

A flame of darkness devouring everything devours a desolate mountain.

On that mountain, which has been eroded many times by darkness and no longer grows a single grass tree, the fire, still darker than the darkness of night, burns to snuff out the remaining life to the bone.

"My mother used" Placement "again...?

Seeing that, it was Mitya who squealed.

Caius, who saw the same thing next door, still can't hide his surprise.

"Oh no, I just used it yesterday..."

Forget to go ahead with your legs too, just two people staring at the ravages of black flames.

It was Mitya who returned it to me first.

"... down"

Jumping off Caius's back without hearing back, he walks out towards the inside.

"Oh, my lady!

Mitya talks to Caius, who follows him in a hurry, without turning around.

"I thought writing stories was a good hobby.

'Cause even after you've taken over the service, you don't have to step out of the line to carry on forever. "

"Mitya, lady..."

"... but I wonder if that's really it.

After the inheritance ritual, even if I become a witch, can I still go on? "

The records of the clan contain a number of witch candidates who could not withstand the ritual of inheritance.

Even if it is tolerated, those who have lost sight or hearing at the price of it, those who have been satisfactorily unable to move their bodies….

"It's okay! I'm sure it's okay! Whatever the two treasures the first generation gave me before my clan gave me its name, I'm sure..."

"... yeah. Yes, you are."

Caius' words are never just rest.

The risk of a witch serving was much lower by one person called "the first generation".

The "first generation" that Mitya admires more than anyone else is, to be precise, not the opening of the clan.

It was the greatest tribute to a clan that gave two "treasures" to their sealed clan, which was an unnamed clan that lasted longer than ancient times, and made the king of time recognize the importance of its role.

"It is you, not the royal family, who truly support this world.

No matter who else doesn't, I do, my descendants do.

You are the most honorable and greatest clan in the world. "

With such words, it is assumed that the King gave the title "Guardian of the South" to the "First Generation".

Mitians, the sealed clan continues to uphold the peace of the world by passing on their roles and titles as cotton.

And in fulfilling that mission, the treasures of the first generation are still an unparalleled force.

The treasure that he brought into this world without two was called "treasure (Urugu)" among the clans and was handed down to generations of witches.

The first treasure piece is a "seal" that helps seal the "evil one".

Being the crystal of the thoughts and moves of the historical witch, it communicates the moves of sealing to those who wear them and also reduces the burden of sealing.

It will also be a place to temporarily seal off the "wicked" until the next witch decides, in case a contemporary witch suddenly arrives.

The second treasure piece is the "release piece" that releases the sealed "evil man".

How witches can be resistant to darkness, the "wicked" are too mighty to dwell in them.

If you let something like that linger for a long time, the body and spirit of the organic witch will collapse from the inside out.

So it is this treasure that dares to liberate the "wicked" in a limited way, possess them in the body of the witch, and exude the power of accumulated darkness.

The witch wearing the release is intoxicated by the thoughts and powers of the "evil one" who flows in, turning her into a beast who has lost her reason.

So when wearing the set, the witch is tied to the pillars in the mountains that unite her, where she spreads the magic of the "evil ones" that have precipitated in her by rampaging around until she runs out of magic.

The magical flame that erupted over the mountain that Mitya and the others saw was it.

Nadia, the mother of Mitya, a modern witch, used her equipment to exude the magic of darkness.

When I was a kid, I just thought it was beautiful that black flame my mother emitted.

I still feel attracted.

But more than that, I couldn't help but feel terrified by the dark colour of the destruction.

That is why Mitya, whose fitness for darkness was considered one of the best in history, did not try to use dark magic with all her hard work, but preferred the magic of fire, which was then considered to have a high fitness.

Once you use dark magic, you feel dragged into its lightless abyss, into your own destiny covered in darkness.

Besides, Mitya now has another concern.

(I don't like it, I have a feeling...)

Witches use their equipment to distract the darkness, usually once every few months or so.

In contrast, my mother used the release device only two days ago.

I have been feeling that the cycle of using the device has been shorter lately, but it is unusual that I made it so.

(Maybe something to my mother...)

Feeling the carefree glance from behind, Mitya hurried down the road to the inside.

When Mitya ran out of breath and went back inside, Mitya's father waited for her at the entrance.

"Ah, the, father...... I..."

This has never happened before.

What the hell will they say to me when I was out there on my own?

"... we need to talk. Come."

Her father, who was also the head of the inner house, said so briefly to Mitya, who was so frightened to watch from the side.

That's how I walked out without even looking at Mitya.

"Please wait."

Speaking in a fine voice, it doesn't look like the voice has arrived.

Mitya had to go after that back, desperately fixing her disturbed breath.

"- Tomorrow morning, perform the inheritance ritual"

When he understood the meaning of the words spoken by his father, Mitya felt as if her vision had suddenly been covered in deep darkness.

- Inheritance ritual.

It's an alternate ritual for witches.

It is the ritual of transferring to the next generation of witches the "wicked" inhabited by modern witches.

I knew one day it would come.

Even Mitya was prepared to be a witch one day.

But that's not now.

That's what I thought we were talking about.

"Wait, wait, please!

That's too sudden!

It was a weak, drawn-in idea, Mitya, who had a lot of things her body couldn't say in front of her strict father, but only now was it different.

A sudden pronounced confusion was temporarily dampening her cowardly temperament.

"Oh, yeah, kid! I'm not even married yet..."

Those who become witches are ordinarily given the ritual of inheritance after giving birth to the next generation of witch candidates.

That's because if you dwell in the "evil one," you can't afford to have children anymore.

Mitya presses her father to flirt with that fact as a shield she never wanted, but he doesn't make it a one-handed, he just shook his head sideways.

"All you have to do is let the others give birth. The blood of the clan's immediate line may be interrupted, but there is no choice.

Besides, I hear you have the resistance and aptitude to the dark magic that has slipped through you among the witches of history.

You might be able to have a baby even after the inheritance. "

"No, no...!

Not to mention the boulder mitiah.

But Mitya's words were sealed in the words of her father, which followed.

"Nadia, your mother is at her limit."

"Huh?"

"Dark erosion was more intense than we thought.

You'd have noticed the shorter interval between using the set, wouldn't you?

Frequent distractions of darkness have deceived and deceived me, but the limits have come.

It'll probably last until tomorrow night. "

"Oh, you...?

Speaking of which.

I haven't had a chance to face my mother in a while.

Witches usually fall within the "formation of the sealed demons" in order to prevent the "evil ones" from eroding at all.

I thought it was because I didn't get to meet Mitya, but no way......

"It was my common desire and hers to give you as much free time as possible.

I'm so sorry that happened to you. But... "

I never imagined it, the thoughts of my parents.

But Mitya wasn't even given time to shake her mind about that fact.

"But you know what I mean. You and I have no choice anymore."

My father's eyes, the eyes of the head of the sealed clan, sew Mitya away.

That way, he opens his mouth, as if stabbing Todome at her, who can no longer move.

"- Because all of us have 'the wicked' to seal the shards of the evil god."

That, to my father's words, Mitya just nodded.

I just nodded, there was none.

Then Mitya doesn't remember how she got back to her room.

Only, shortly before I walked away from my father's presence, did I manage to lay in the corner of my consciousness the word "sorry" spilled by my father and the fact that Caius called out to me, "I will also be present in the ritual of inheritance".

"Me, I..."

Tomorrow, I will inherit the seal of the Evil God, abandon the name of Mitya, and become the guardian of the seal.

Reality didn't gush at all.

"Ah..."

At the end of the gaze I casually dropped, there was a nearly written story.

As soon as I saw it, for some reason, tears spilled out of both Mitya's eyes.

"What, so..."

Reminds me of my interaction with Caius until I got back inside.

There was a light of hope, albeit faint.

But now......

"Scary. Scary..."

In a dark room.

Mitya is alone, trying to hold her own body and keeps trembling.

- Poop, poop.

On top of the stories she continued to write, the rain of tears continued.

A long night dawned when I couldn't sleep.

In the "formation of sealed demons" in the center of the inside, there was the figure of Mitya.

The Formation of the Enchanted Demons is a magical formation that suppresses the power of the Passover of its name.

Above this formation, beings belonging to demons are limited in their abilities, and about 20% of their power is shredded.

But the most important characteristic for this ritual is to delay the awakening of the Evil God.

The seal of a witch cannot be passed from man to man.

The next generation of witches re-seal the evil gods freed by the previous generation of witches into their own bodies.

That's the inheritance ritual.

If the seal is unsealed over this formation of sealed demons, the shards of the Evil God will not wake up immediately.

If it doesn't do any damage, it will soak up for a few minutes.

At least in previous rituals, there are no examples of shards of evil gods awakened on the way to performing rituals of inheritance.

I can't go back.

Seeing Caius' face with his father and the only person inside allowed to be present, Mitya stepped into the formation with trembling feet.

"Ah..."

In the line, her mother was already there, the witch Nadia.

Mitya is breathtaking at the end of the day, when she fades.

"Mother..."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Mitya!

But before I uttered a word that cared for it, I was strongly embraced.

I haven't felt it in a long time, my mother's plump.

Mitya felt a pain in the back of her nose.

"Hey, dude. It's okay, so"

But Mitya pushed her gushing thoughts to death and let herself go of her mother.

That's what I thought I couldn't worry about my mother any more.

"Mitya......"

To that figure, Mitya doesn't know what Nadia thought.

However, when she only embraced Mitya again, she stood up with a resolute look.

"From now on, we will perform the ritual of inheritance.... Nice, Mitya"

"Hey, hey!

My voice trembles, I can't stop it.

Still, I couldn't show anything unusual in front of my mother.

Mitya desperately hides her fear and anxiety and nods to her mother.

Nadia, who admitted it,

"I'm coming."

Make a declaration and point that right hand at the universe.

And

"- Liberation"

It was a short, only Hiragana four-letter spell.

That's all.

Only then did Nadia's decades-long role come to an end, and it (...) appeared in this world.

- Evil god, Diz Astor.

Bad God, who eats people's malice, rubs despair, and tells them they will continue to grow indefinitely.

The shard of that evil god manifested in this world falls to the ground with Dosari at the next moment, losing its lifting power due to the spell of sealing.

I couldn't even afford to think that the shock would wake up a shard of the Evil God.

"Nadia!"

"Witch!

At the same time as unsealing, Nadia, who had exhausted all her powers, fell, and her father and Caius shouted, but it did not even reach Mitya's ear.

"Ah..."

In front of her, there was a "god".

Red as blood, pulsating as a heart, a nucleus with a tremendous amount of magic.

An arm that stretches from it, like an undressed clay workmanship made by a child, that can't be done.

And a ribbon-shaped tentacle that grows from where your body is.

All of that was the object of disgust and awe.

"Kon, na, of..."

One of the bodies of the evil gods, divided by the brave.

Second Biggest, Evil God Shard.

I've heard stories.

I have also seen paintings that imitate that appearance several times.

But Mitya didn't know it was such a horrible, nasty thing.

"Mitya? What are you doing!? Seal it!

I can hear my father.

But it seems to be a distant event, and it doesn't shake Mitya's mind.

"Mm, Ri. I can't..."

Even to Mitya, who has the aptitude for darkness called History One, no, because it's Mitya, I get it.

I felt how evil and powerful it was in front of me.

That's why I can't move.

There's no way I can stand up to this, let alone live in it.

"Mitya! You're the only one who can do this!

Nadia, you are the one who defended the world I desperately defended...!

The scream of my father, who strikes me in the ear again.

Still, Mitya's legs didn't move, and the only thing that dominated her was the "horrible" emotion.

"So Kiko, no. After all, I..."

If I can't, Mitya's heart screams when she wants someone to help her.

At that time, only one person came to mind.

"Kai, Us......"

All the time, you've been on her side, man of the guard.

He was more like a father than a father, Mitya's asylum.

A kind heart that doesn't suit a big body. If he is, he will definitely save himself.

Seeking his last hope, Mitya's gaze searched for its appearance,

"Ah..."

The two gaze at each other.

He kept watching Mitya gently at all times, and the moment Mitya and I gazed, he distorted his face as if surprised, and...

"... huh?

- From Mitya, I missed my eyes.

I thought I heard the world crumble from my feet.

I could see that something was done to Mitya, something that was very important.

So, if you notice...

"Ah, get it? Why did you think I was going to be a witch?

Mitya was completely blind to herself.

What am I standing here for?

I had no idea what to do here.

"I don't want to do anything...

I wish the world and I were doomed... "

"Mitya!!

My father's, screaming scolds.

But still, Mitya's legs, her arms, they didn't move any more.

"... Mitia"

Everybody, in a world where you can't move.

Only one, there was one who stood up.

"Oh, come on...?

Nadia, Mitya's mother.

Mitya tried indefensibly to accept the hand she gently extended.

The truth is, I had to realize.

I had to realize that she approached Mitya with a witch's eye, not her mother.

- A witch's inheritance.

The moment Mitia's brain picked up the word, the seal Nadia had in her hand touched Mitia's hand.

"Ahhhhhhh!!

A lot of screaming.

It was the memory of dozens, no, hundreds of people that poured in from the seals.

"Stop, stop! Stop it. Yeah!

Screaming, I hold my head with both hands and nod.

Still, I can't stop remembering the influx into Mitia.

"Oh no! I don't want to know this!!

Memories push.

It's the memory of the witches of history, of devotion and sacrifice.

There were also children there, younger than Mitya.

There were also more lonely girls there than Mitya.

Everyone was troubled, tormented, but all became witches for the world, for the family, and for the thoughts inherited.

"What, this..."

All witch motives, wishes and death poured in, and the running of memories, stopped.

But the memories, out of her head, do not stand back.

Still holding his bumpy, aching head, Mitya stood up.

"Terrible, man. Not really."

It was a curse.

Above all, horrible, elusive, chains of goodwill.

They were sacrificed for the role of witches, they were devoured of their lives, and they died miserably, but no one forced Mitya to do the role of witch.

I complained that if it was hard, I should run away, and if I couldn't stand it, I should quit.

"You should be able to escape, there isn't. You should be able to quit, not"

However, there is naturally nothing in Mitia who hopes to do nothing.

No motive to save the world until it suffers, no will to survive until it suffers, nothing.

And that's why.

I couldn't do anything like jump the will of hundreds of motives that made me experience and feel like I did.

So Mitya, say hello, forward.

Proceed to the Unawakened Evil God.

"Come on, come on. There's nothing I can do."

Even though it's hard.

I want to be hard and cry, and yet no one resents me.

'Cause there, there's only the victim.

They all became witches by their own will, and their hearts were crushed by evil gods by their own will.

Nobody, nothing can be saved or rewarded.

It's just that Mitya sacrificed herself, and she takes over the seal, there's no way.

In his tearful vision, he saw the heart of a pulsating evil god.

Distance reached if you reach.

Mitya reaches out to her right hand, knowing that this is the path she cannot take back.

"- Now, that's okay, guys"

In the words I asked, there is no answer.

Just a stretched fingertip touched the nucleus of the evil god.

... everything, over.

Becoming a new witch, Mitya came back to her room forcefully shaking off her father trying to hold back.

I really wanted to do something.

"Done, we have to make it..."

To her for losing sight of everything, the last thing left.

An awkward story that she was obsessed with and continued to write before she became a witch.

At least this needs to be done, towards the desk......

"What...?

But I couldn't.

And just a little bit.

If it is before the inheritance ritual is carried out, the work, which should be completed in just a few dozen minutes, can hardly proceed.

It's not like I'm blind or my hands are stuck.

I just couldn't write it.

- The story of the protagonist, carried by harsh statutes, still breaking his destiny and grasping a happy ending.

But Mitya couldn't even dream of a happy ending anymore.

"Kon, what...! This means nothing!!

Stay emotional, scream.

It was its own treasure (...) gripping the story, sprinkling tears and sprinkling passion.

"Nothing, it doesn't change! I don't know how much I wrote about this...!

This is exactly, a dream story.

There's no such thing as a dream story, and even if there was such a dream story, it has nothing to do with the darkness Mitya carries.

So......

"Oh, eh."

The words fell on his chest, ston.

- What shouldn't I do?

- What do I have to do?

I felt the answer to the question that had been tickling all along in my chest was there.

"Ma'am, what was your voice just now..."

I heard footsteps and Caius jumped into the room.

Maybe he was worried about Mitya, who was depressed, and stuck around, but he wasn't interested in Mitya right now.

"Mr. Caius. Call my father."

"Oh, the chief? But so..."

Instructed with unfamiliar salutations, Mitya clearly proclaimed, staring with cold eyes at the wolfing Caius.

- I'm leaving this island.

There can be no forgiveness, such as ending an inheritance and leaving the island for a witch who houses shards of the Evil God.

In the unlikely event that a witch dies, shards of the Evil God will rise and the world will perish.

Naturally, there was no one left inside to oppose.

But......

In the end, Mitya's wish was to be fulfilled.

There is no such thing on this island as someone who can stop a witch who has become serious, no, there is no such thing as this world.

The fate of the world is in the hands of a witch.

Because there can't be any hostages who can take this world and resist it.

The day of departure came earlier than I thought.

The only constraints that eventually imposed on Mitia were the regular monthly communication and the time limit of five years.

Too fragile a chain to tie up dangerous people that could destroy the world.

At the end of the day, the humans inside were probably already tired.

To a life in which no one knows what to do with the seal and just keep sacrificing witches.

"Are you sure you want to go?

Mitya nodded without a trace of dust to the words of her father, who came to drop her off.

"Because I found that being stuck here doesn't change anything.

I'm leaving the island to fulfill my true wish. "

"Really, want?

Mitya replied briefly to my father's mundane voice, yeah, and ran out of words.

"- I don't want to do anything!

It took a while for that meaning to permeate my father's words.

"... what?

I don't know why, Mitya says to my father, who looks like that, to bite and include.

"So, yeah. I don't care about anything, I want to spend some time with you."

The word "I don't want to work" I uttered on a hill one day.

That was Mitya's only true meaning.

"But for that matter, the shards of the evil god are in the way."

None of the memories I saw in the seal really seemed happy.

Because it is.

From the beginning, it's packed.

Whether you take on a witch from yourself or push it on someone, Mitya won't be able to dazzle either way without worrying about anything.

Worst of all, this is not a substitute for ending the role of a witch.

Some of the memories I saw in the seal naturally belonged to Nadia, Mitia's mother.

Both she and my father were worried about using their own daughter as a witch.

I still can't imagine, but I was absolutely sorry to push that child into the role of a witch for Mitya to have a child in the future.

"In the end, yeah. In order for me to do nothing, I have to do something about this sealed witch."

"Oh no, I'm falling over..."

"I know. But I realized it was what I wanted, what I really wanted to do."

The look on Mitya's face, frightened but not lost.

She speaks of the will, as if it were natural.

"So I will be strong, and I will defeat the shards of the Evil God.

If that's not possible, find someone who can defeat the shards of the Evil God and bring them here "

"That's, you know..."

I can't, you wanted to say.

But my father kept his mouth shut.

That was what Mitya appreciated.

Because even Mitya herself thinks that's impossible in the depths of her mind.

Still, Mitya continued to be mean.

I strained my chest and kept taking my father's gaze.

"But I can't believe I'm going off the island by myself...

You're a girl, and you've barely even left the room... "

The next person to speak up for care was my mother, Nadia.

"I'll do something about it."

Indeed, the book Mitya wrote also stated that a woman's solo journey was dangerous.

Therefore, the measures are considered once and for all.

It's undeniable that he doesn't know the world, but Mitya reads a lot of books instead.

Maybe some of them have the wrong knowledge, but I'm sure they'll figure it out.

"But..."

"And, look. I got a letter of introduction to the king."

Pong, in the bag I slapped, contains a letter of introduction to the king who is in the King's capital Richter, where he is going to be heading.

Mitya didn't know, but she still seems to have a connection between the royal family of the Kingdom of Richt and the sealed clan.

If you know the circumstances, you should also want to avoid the fact that something happens to the witch and the seal of the Evil God shard is unsealed as a royal family.

It will help you in times of real trouble.

My mother still seemed to want to say something, but Mitya cut the story off by shifting her gaze.

The last thing I saw was Caius, the man who used to be (...) Mitia's guardian.

He bowed his head as Mitya turned her gaze, distorting that gripping face into remorse and anguish.

"Lady Mitya...... I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay. Because I don't care."

Mitya's words were sincere.

I don't even resent Caius, and my fondness for him still exists in the back of my chest.

But I also knew that I would never cling to his back again.

Nothing has changed.

I just realized it.

- For Caius, I was always "Lady Mitya," and the big back she was sweet and relying on was just an illusion.

"... well, goodbye now,"

Leaving a separate word, she boarded a ship leaving the island...... did not.

One last person.

There were people left who had to break up.

"It's..."

Seeing what Mitya had taken out, Caius was frightened.

"Don't worry, don't. Because it's not gonna be what Caius thinks."

Hiding a secret chest pain in that reaction, Mitya lifted it up to her face pretending to be nothing.

"Place…. You, really..."

This is Mitya's biggest trump card at the end.

Unlike any witch to date, Mitya put on her armor and temporarily released the power of the Evil God without losing any reason.

Strong destructive impulses struck me, and I took unusual words and actions, but that's all.

In addition to her high tolerance to the dark attributes, Mitya imagines that she would have been less affected by the power of the Evil God because her original personality was apathetic, but she doesn't know the truth.

The important thing is that Mitya can still live with her fittings on all the time.

Its benefits are enormous.

First, it minimizes the effects of dark forces that erode the body.

It is normal for a witch to constantly spend that power in order to counter the forces of darkness that seek to erode herself.

But if the appliance does its part, Mitya can move for her own purposes without worrying about anything.

If you're traveling, the power of the device is a must.

It is also important to be able to exercise the power of the Evil God, albeit in part.

It should also be possible for Mitya to be a better magician than anyone else if she can match the qualities of her native magic and use its immense magic.

Defeat the Evil God with the power of the Evil God.

How ironic, but I didn't hate Mitya for stories like that either.

But naturally, its disadvantages are also enormous.

No matter how much you say you don't lose reason, it doesn't mean you can have zero impact on your emotions and personality.

Wearing an appliance only increases the aggressiveness and makes self-restraint against all desires less favorable.

My self-esteem also swells and I get to feel unfounded almightiness.

Now I didn't have a problem because I just tried it alone, but when I actually got off the island, it's not hard to imagine having a dignified attitude and causing trouble, regardless of who they are.

And such a person may already be described as a different person from "Mitia", who is weak and pulling matters.

(... but that's okay. So)

No matter how annoying or different you are from your original self, you now need someone with the power to move forward.

I don't need a cowardly girl who can shake and do nothing.

I don't need myself just to hold onto my room and keep writing dream stories.

So Mitya was never going to take it off again until she wore the fittings and went on a journey and served her purpose.

(I never thought this would happen then)

Once Mitya lamented that the name Mitya would disappear in the ritual of inheritance.

But this isn't just about names anymore.

Still......

(- I will kill me, 'Mitya')

That's all I've made up my mind, so I'm not lost anymore.

I decided to be ready for the last time by looking at my partner who was supposed to be the executioner to myself and spend the rest of his life with me.

"Father, Mother, Caius.... Goodbye."

Released another word of determination, and yet at that moment, my hand shook at the boulder.

That's how the fixture finally tried to touch Mitia's skin, its instant,

"Mitya!"

My mother screams.

Like bumping thoughts that flood out.

Maybe my mother tried to make Mitya think of her own daughter.

However,

"- No, I'm not. Not anymore."

It was already a little late.

The girl, once called Mitya, shakes her neck to the side.

"Mitya's gone."

A pitch-black ripple that runs through the body, running through the mind and repainting "Mitia".

She tells herself that Mitya, who was a weak man, is dead, with a gushing sense of almighty.

Drawing on the back of the brain instead is a distant ancestor known as the "first generation".

Heroes she aspired to and wants to transcend, which the girl continued to admire from an early age.

The greatest wizard figure in human history, who survived the Evil God War and created the seal of the Evil God.

"Here we are, the newest sealed witch.

Who will inherit the title of Guardian of the South by descending from the Evil God War heroes Natier the Dark Witch and Nameless the Mage of Light Flames "

That figure floating in the back of your brain, overlapping your being with yourself.

Not only to make that stand, but also to behave and tone.

"I, no... I..."

Bouncing up a big black cloak with his legacy, an arm with a seal "ring soul bracelet"......

Pushing the "mask of the possessed god" into his own face...

She named herself Sober.

"- Great mage, it's Suthern!!