Legend

in a room with a magic formation in the basement of the Marchelle family. Look at the person who showed up there. Oliqueur smiles small.

All the men of Robe, the beings behind the Holy Light religion, had already fallen into non-combat, and had been ravaged by a beautiful and vicious figure named Vihera, even for dolls.

And even for myself, I could have said that I had received several small wounds, although I had not managed to take a fatal blow yet with Ray against me, and the Bureau of War was in an overwhelming disadvantage.

Even if one reinforcement appeared on such a battlefield, it would not have made so much difference if it had been.

But the oliqueur knew. The person named Prix who appeared on this scene is not good at combat, but he has the power of several jewels who adorn him so badly. the ability of that gem to be gained at the end of several sacrifices. that jewel that dwelt mighty power by sacrificing blood, flesh, soul and magic.

It would be the blow of thunder that the evidence unleashed on Nact.

Nact, also a party bandit named the famous Sound Blade, was rendered incapable of combat by a single blow without having to dodge him.

Of course, Teevia was distracted by the magic team that Nact was activating. However, given that it still did not allow any reaction, the power of the gems held by Prix was beneficial.

Furthermore...

"Master, Gomeirai Dozo"

About 30 dolls that show up from behind such a prick. Leading those puppets is a prix masterpiece and a 30cm doll that I always hold.

"Right, for now..."

Chirali, and look around the war.

Even though the doll I created is already a disadvantage and the Holy Light oliqueur has not received any fatal wounds, there are countless small wounds, and this one is also highly defeated. The men of Loeb, who are also the men of the oliqueur, need not say.

Speaking of those who attacked him against it, Büne has already roughed his breath because of the small size of his body, and the other bandit has eaten a decent blow of thunder and passed out on the floor.

(And it's with that woman... man, is it possible to fight? I see, the woman over there has quite a bit of high magic too, but the man feels so terrible that he doesn't make it a problem. This is the first time you've ever seen someone feel so magical.)

A prick squeaks inside as she turns her gaze to Ray.

If you are the one with the ability to feel the magic of your opponent, it's not strange to lose your will to fight if you normally feel Ray's magic directly.

But Prix didn't do anything to scare him while understanding the magic he felt from Ray, and even laughed that he was happy with Ning Ro.

If it is to feed itself, it is better to have that much greater magic. Because the magnitude of magic is one element that determines the beauty of a gem.

An obsession that can even be described as bigotry about gems. Because of its obsession, Prix only recognizes the existence of Ray as a superb material.

It was time for the magic team to come down to the basement because the finishing touches were complete, but it was unexpected that the Rays intruders were still rampaging around, and at the same time it was unexpected that the power of Holy Light was nearly devastating, except for the oliqueur.

Although the most unexpected of the former and unexpected of the latter mean the exact opposite.

(The oliqueur... no. Even though it's a disadvantage, there's still room for it. For one thing, you'd better let him keep fighting like this a little longer. Besides, that kid has a nickname like Deep Red. I don't have the body to use that one, and if I use it here, the damage to the magic team is enormous, so hopefully it will weaken me reasonably well in the match if I can)

I turn my gaze to Chirali and the Oriquel, and find out that the material I've been after since I worked with Holy Light still leaves enough power, and I decide to keep bumping into Ray and weakening each other.

Even while I was thinking about it, Prix's hand kept stroking to love the jewels of the ring that were embedded in all his fingers.

As if, if I hadn't, I wouldn't be able to hold back laughing more fortunately than I expected.

That's how the last time Prix's gaze was directed was one girl who remained unchanged in her expression but could not be deluded only by the strength of her gaze.

Unlike Ray and Vihera, he smiles small at the appearance of Büne, who in a sense is also this time's greatest goal, and by his appearance he speaks out to the oliqueur who is staring at Ray by maintaining an odd equilibrium.

"Oliqueur, I'm sorry, but I'm going to deal with the others, so I'm going to have to deal with them for a while."

"... I'd like you to turn your power here, too, if you can. As you can see, it's a one-sided situation."

With Rapier and Swordbreaker in his hand, he returns the word while allowing Ray to cope whenever he moves into action.

But Prix tried to put something into words about it, then. Things move.

Ray wielded the death size, trying to confuse the two of them.

"Flying slaughter!

Flying slaughter released with that word.

But I naturally knew about this skill that Ray likes and uses a lot, even for oliqueurs. Therefore, avoid the slaughter unleashed by kneeling on the spot without any particular haste.

But that's also expected for Ray, who keeps kicking the floor and stepping in and stuffing an intermission with the oliqueur to shake the death size.

"Ahhhhhh!

Quickly kneel in and dodge a swinging blow aimed at his own neck, while at the same time releasing a sharp poke at Rapier towards Ray's torso.

Avoid that attack with a death-size pattern or stone poke, while poking a flash of clearance and protruding the stone poke through the oricular torso.

"Penetrate!"

Instantly the wind wraps around and a blow with increased penetration is released, but the oliqueur, who understood its power just once watched, flies wide backwards to take the distance.

Let him do it and set up a chase, Ray.

A death-size battle with two blade streams and a size exceeding 2 m between Rapier and Swordbreaker to resume from there.

(... Now, whichever one wins, it would be a delicious flow if I tailored the one who stays. It's kind of a pain in the ass to have to keep him alive)

Prix confirms the intense battle between Ray and Olicure and smiles small.

Soon, however, the gaze will be directed toward Bühne, who can be called this fate.

There you are, a young girl staring at herself with a strong gaze.

Still, I guess you still calmly grasp the status quo and understand that even if you challenged Prix on your own, you have no chance of winning.

(Or maybe he's waiting for reinforcements.)

The next person I turned my gaze to was Vihella. A presence that is quite inferior to Ray, but still inhabits such magic that it can be said to be huge compared to a normal human being.

(To a beautiful flesh, a heart seeking strength everywhere, and immense magic.... I wonder how beautiful a gem would be if I sacrificed her.... but not yet. If you don't get your destiny first)

Three superb materials - not even three already for Prix - also smile at the good fortune of rolling into their own nostalgia, and still slightly frown when they see the number of puppets dealing with Vihella gradually decreasing.

Even if you say that you are not putting it into jewelry, it still makes no difference that the doll is also your own darling. The sight of it being ravaged was still something poking at my chest.

"And we need to buy some time.... you guys, half deal with that lady over there. The rest of you, cover me."

"Lyokaishimashita. Okitsukekudasai"

A leading doll utters a word that guides her own Creator.

The words coming out of its mouth were as difficult to hear as ever, but the thought of Prix did dwell.

Against such a doll, Prix returns words with a smile in love of the jewels hanging on the tip of the necklace.

"They're that little girl. Sure, I could have been a bandit on one end, but still not enough to serve as my opponent.... Besides, you seem to be pretending to be calm, but the hatred you can feel out of those eyes is not something you can hide. Did you find out or understand anything about this? Either way, I don't care about one runaway kid."

Nicole, and a grin toward Bühne, who is turning a gaze of hatred against herself.

Full grin. Merciful grin.... but the grin is not directed at people, it is only a grin directed at their own important possessions.

Seeing that grin makes Bühne's gaze stronger again.

Point your right index finger at such an opponent... open your mouth.

"Well, go. But I'm sure I'll still be busy after this. Avoid wearing out."

At the end of Prix's words, half of the dolls go to Vihera. The other half take action to cover Prix.

"Run, Thunder."

The moment that magical word comes out of Prix's mouth, the purple gem that was embedded in the index finger of his right hand… more precisely, the magic item activates.

It was a strip of thunder that was unleashed from it.

The same thunder that earlier pruned Nact's consciousness in one blow runs through the sky and heads to Bühne.

"Mmm!"

However, we already know in an earlier blow to Nact that even in Bühne, Prix has the means of attack to say thunder. And it wasn't impossible to deal with it any more than you know.

The moment thunder was released from Prix's hand, Büne was kicking the floor. It's also like crawling through the ground in a floor-shattered position.

The thunder emitted causes the smell of burning hair to reach its nose. But Buune, stuffed with distance regardless, set up the dagger he had… the next moment, he jumps to the side without saying anything.

A moment later, where Bühne was, the arrows were pierced, and the arrows pierced one after the other, widening the distance between Prix and Bühne as if to follow them after they had dodged.

At the same time, weaponize Longswords and Paul Axe by advancing forward as if a doll with a spear would defend Prix.

"Mmm!"

Beaune stares hard at the prix with a rare and irritating colour on her eyes.

It's not like Bühne himself was convinced. I was searching for the truth about the death of my own parents, but no one could tell me that.

Because even for the serakant I trust, I hadn't talked about it yet, considering Bühne's age.

Still, what I noticed was a look at you as a bandit, or a woman, or another look at you as a survivor of the Flaut family.

Together, Bühne understood half intuitively that the woman in front of him would be the cause of his parents' death.

"Prisamaniteda siha sasenai!"

Long sword wielded with such words. Jump it backwards to dodge it, and as it is, immediately kick the floor and fill the puppet with intermission.

"Saseneyo"

But I wave the dagger as if a doll with a dagger went in for cover and poked the gap in Bühne again, even to say I was anticipating it.

"Hmm...... whoa!

I guess I'm aiming to make it a little harder to avoid. Beaune plays the cutting-edge of the dagger protruded for the dovetail with the dagger he had, but now it's really time to jump backwards and take the distance.

Usually that face with the same expression is slightly but unpleasantly distorted, probably because the dolls are stronger than expected.

Fast, powerful, and skillful compared to the dolls who fought in this room until earlier. It's all up there.

The doll that Prix himself was taking with him and the other doll. The difference was obvious.

No, Ning Lo. I guess Pri himself led the way because of that performance difference.

"Burn, Flame"

Short...... a really short word.

It is a magic that must be activated by casting a spell of some length if it is meant to be, but in the case of Prix it is possible to activate a magic trapped in a gem by simply giving it a word of mouth.

"Pierced Ice"

Until a moment ago, a flame blew up in my space, and in the next moment, although I managed to dodge it, nearly 10 ice arrows shot Beaune's body and flew through the air.

Play an ice arrow while using a dagger, or a weapon of the dolls being protruded for that gap as well, dodging and accepting.

Even as he was blown away after taking a blow from Harvard, Büne took advantage of his lightness and twisted himself in the air and landed on the floor.

(You're calmer than I thought.... Then the others are getting busy with a lot of things...)

Checking with Chirali, the battle between Ray and Oliqueur still manages to maintain equilibrium, but it would also be a matter of time before that leans towards Ray. It's worse for Vihera. Nearly half of the dolls I've already made my way to are out of combat.

(Then shall I cut the trump card here? Come on, it's time for my daughter and my parents to reunite)

Reaching for his nostalgia, Prix opens his mouth with two gems in his hand.

Back off, you guys.

The dolls immediately distance themselves from the Bühne in the words, and become facing each other.

If I kept getting attacked like that, I would have lost, why? Such a question dwelt in Bühne's chest, but he was cautious and alert to Prix's every step of the way without giving it any expression.

In the meantime, Prix, with his hand out of his nostalgia, protrudes forward by making the two gems in his hand visible to the beaune.

Orange red and watery gems.

Beune, who saw it, for some reason couldn't help but look away from its jewels.

A prick with a full grin on such a beaune opens his mouth.

"What do you say, Beaune? How does it feel to be reunited with your father and mother? You miss it, don't you? Beautiful, isn't it? Your parents' blood, flesh, magic and life. This jewel was created with all its sacrifice. It's your parents' crystal."