Kuishinbo Elf

◆ ◆ ◆ Durise ◆ ◆ ◆

The destination, wrapped in light and transferred, is near the entrance to the town of Zeglact. There should have been no fighting in the town, but the town had been vandalized without a shadow to see. Not enough for people to live in anymore.

Roaming near the town entrance are the new artificial ghosts. They all seem to feed together and send significantly enhanced individuals from the Dolovance Empire as reinforcements.

They haven't noticed me because I have a 'ghost shelter amulet' produced with special technology. I'm in a bunch of inferior ghosts and I'm not attacked because I said so for a reason. Let us say that this is also the result of years of research.

There's only one reason I came here, to tell him directly about my separation from Alan. It's also my sincerity towards him, and to set a line between my feelings.

"I see. That's his hobby."

I could tell where Alan was, even if I didn't like it. For it releases without concealing the mighty magic it has taken from Ertina.

It was the base of the Zeglact military command, arguably the hub of Zeglact. I just can't see the shadows before. It was categorized as Alan's hobby with decorations, and what a strange thing to say... it had changed to a distinctive appearance.

But surprisingly, there are few who share this taste of his.

I entered the building without any hesitation. The interior doesn't look as hands-on. Partly, I presume someone who thought the walls were destroyed but inconvenient for movement destroyed them.

Eventually I arrived in front of a large door. He's definitely in here.

"What's up, don't hesitate to come in."

I heard Alan from inside the room. Apparently, you noticed my signs.

What I did was apparently confusing me to go inside. To such an extent that I cannot be aware of it myself.

When I sarcastically entered the room, there was Alan Zlachti lying on his back in a chair that was huge enough to even recognize him as a throne.

He looked up after I went into the room and checked the sound of closing the door.

"... what a face you have?

He was so debilitated at first glance that he could tell. The cheeks fall off and look pale. But only his eyes showed a glimmer and a strong glow.

"Ha... I knew you'd look like that?

"Yep."

Then came a time of temporary silence. I knew it, but you wouldn't open your mouth from me. Wait for his words.

"... Are you serious that you're here?

"Yes."

I didn't ask you what you meant. He knows what my purpose is. Naturally, I was the only one who taught him that.

"One day, I knew this time would come"

"Right."

Time for silence again. The first time I met him, it comes to me like a running lantern.

At first I just wanted a disposable handkerchief. I even thought that a chimp or whatever, a monkey would be good if I could understand and act on some of the instructions.

That's how I found Alan. The encounter was really just a coincidence, when he was searching appropriately for a handkerchief with special magic (Watcher), he discovered that he was about to be disposed of in the failure of his mission.

At first glance, I decided to pawn him. It doesn't matter what my abilities are, what I like about them is their eyes.

That defiant eye that tries to fight everything. At the time, when I was insane about revenge, I felt as if I had discovered a common companion.

In fact, if I hadn't intervened, I would have stabbed him wrong. But I would have killed Grassi, my employer.

I invited him and his sister and brother in and told them to meet Tiger Bear and pawn me.

Even so, Tiger Bear himself was further away from the land and to a far world. So it's his phantom that Alan was seeing.

Tiger Bear laughed niggardly when he saw Alan and instructed me to plant a ghost seed on Alan. I handed him the seed of a ghost and told him this too, having decided that it was not a good idea to dispute Tiger Bear here.

'You can never go back if you accept this'.

In contrast, Alan said:

"What now, if I go back, can I have happiness? '.

And he accepted the seeds of ghosts and turned them into ghosts. He was the first to germinate as soon as he accepted the seed. Tiger Bear was also satisfied with the large layer when he saw how it was going.

"I've been helped many times"

"Yeah, you were weak."

Alan turned into a ghost, but his abilities are extremely fragile. He was defeated by an adventurer who stood on his arm and was dying.

He could not properly exercise the power of the shadow, which is a characteristic of ghosts, and could not exhibit defensive characteristics that could be described as irrational. As a result, I have rescued him many times and treated him with regenerative capsules.

But he grew stronger every time he healed and recovered. And I learned. He began to practice the practice of cunningly trapping and weakening the mighty. I graduated from Chimpilla, shall I say?

From then on, it began to allow some important tasks to be carried out. This is also a big Tiger Bear intent. Apparently, Tiger Bear looked like Alan liked it.

Alan was often on the verge of dying for unscrupulous behavior in an attempt to meet Tiger Bear's expectations. Every time I go out and rescue him and treat him. These days lasted about ten years.

"I wish I was dying a lot back then... but it's still very much the same now"

"Sounds like it."

After all, he seems ill after taking away Ertina's mighty abilities. I can't help it.

The reason is not the amount of magic that went out of common sense, but the "power of the yang" that came with me when I took away her abilities... i.e. "peach power" seems to be the cause.

Peach power, the power of yang for ghosts, is nothing short of harmful. Eltina's peach power in particular is powerful and should not be any different for Alan than super virulent.

Unlike taking abilities away from humans and artificial ghosts, taking abilities away from peach users is a great battle between living and dying for ghosts.

He did it in that dying state. But how prepared did it take?

"But I'm stronger... you are"

"Well, I guess so."

The last time I turned my back on him for that exchange of words. If Alan attacked me, there wouldn't be one, but if he did, I'd be convinced it was destiny.

"... are you going?

"Yep."

"We can still make it now"

"Sooner or later, when we break up, it comes. That's just a little quicker."

"I see."

I put my hand on the door knob. Turn the door knob, giving him a hunch that he won't have another chance to talk like this.

"July."

……

"I will attack the Kingdom of Langsten in July."

I opened the door. The wind pouring in from the aisle collides roughly on the forehead wet with sweat. Perhaps his words will be executed correctly.

Again, Alan is a sweet man. Instead of ending the backcutter who turns to the enemy, the end gives information.

But I preferred him like that. A character that is slightly soaked and can be described as a favorite. It behaves cruelly against those who perceive it as enemies, but within… it behaves extremely tolerant, especially towards those who have forgiven their hearts, that was a man named Alan Zlacti.

But if you return the back, this is proof that I'm still a friend to him. I came to share him with you.

"Alan, I told you not to give information to the enemy."

"... you did"

I went outside the room. And give him the last word.

"The days I spent with you were not bad. Goodbye... my friend. The next time we meet, we'll be enemies."

No reply, but... that's good. I left the room behind without a blunt determination.

◆ ◆ ◆ Alan ◆ ◆

"My friend..."

I looked up at the ceiling. It's a tiny, dirty ceiling full of stains and dust. It's like me.

Taking in Ertina's abilities, I did gain a mighty power. The price is fever every time it burns the body. A phenomenon that occurs for my shady power and Ertina's yang power to rebel against each other.

There was nothing wrong right after I took it in, it was just after I burned down the battlefield that the problem arose.

I pummeled a lot of blood reflexes and poked my knee. I didn't know what was going on at first, but I realized I was pretty sure the situation sucked anyway, and I asked him to contact the mattress immediately to collect it.

Then my brother came quickly. The boulder is my brother.

The ghost fairy art of the project (Dark Crossing) is highly performing by pulling out groups within its peers. They have the unruly ability to be transferable in a flash, no matter how far away they are.

Previously, I suggested that we try to incorporate "Dark Crossing" into our tactics, but apparently we are discouraged by the fact that it takes a little time to activate and that we cannot use it continuously.

This Zegrakt military command is the one who was put in charge of the project. I guess the inside was completely abandoned because I didn't already feel alone. This was convenient for me, because it was already the limit of my patience.

He told the mattress to enter the appropriate room and was taken to the reception room and thoughtful room. I spit out what was in that room with a lot of blood reflexes.

"Ah, brother...... this is!?

"Why... Ertina's... Crystal of Capability... Ohh"

What popped out of my body was a little treasure ball with a pink glow. Shall I size it and say candy balls size? Such a little treasure ball was burning in my body.

I put this treasure ball at the tip of my cane and put it on a treasure ball of imitation to prevent that excess power from spilling. Well, it's the matte that actually made that.

Maject finished my wand as I had hoped, albeit painstakingly. I was able to exercise Ertina's abilities when I had the cane handed to me.

But it didn't make any difference when the matte tried to wield his abilities with a cane. I guess that means I'm the only one allowed to have this wand.

And the erosion caused by peach power, which I feared, was also reduced to some extent. This shouldn't be a problem unless the fight prolongs.

But Ertina's peach power, which lingers in my body, is still eroding me. I just have to take the time to get used to all this.

I can see that the forces of the shadow, albeit gradually, are neutralizing the forces of the yang. That's because we're throwing up blood reflexes less and less often.

In other words, it is no longer necessary to hasten to accumulate the shady power for recovery.

Dulink's disengagement took place at such a fold. I had a feeling that one day I would move on to action, but it would still be good to see that I came into contact with Ertina and into battle as the hang-up.

I've known him a long time. If Ellis and I pull out the matte, we've had the longest months together. I thought Dulink was my friend.

Naturally, there were many other opportunities to exchange stories besides work, which sometimes meant choosing drinks.

For me, Durrink was a precious person to treat even after he turned into a ghost.

"Even if you get the power, whatever you want to protect is lost, and whoever you thought was your friend is leaving. I don't want to stay."

No matter how powerful I get, I'm being unreasonable and he keeps taking away what's important to me. That never changed when I was a person or even now that I was a ghost.

I wanted to change, I wanted to change, this is an arrowhead event that started to change a little bit.

"Bye... Lord Dachi. I still... keep thinking of you as my friend"

In the room with no one but me, I said goodbye to Dulink alone.