Legend

They asked me what. What are you saying? I don't know, I don't know, I don't... I don't want to know.

I just know the decisive word that the presence in front of me killed my parents that I loved and infinitely loved.

I can't forgive, I can't forgive, I can't forgive.

Then what? I can never forgive such a presence to be here. I can't forgive you for breathing in front of me. I can't allow you to be smiling. I cannot forgive existence itself.

Yes, then you can make that wrong being disappear from the world. Because that's the first time this passion of mine has subsided.

"Mmm..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Beaune, who usually only speaks one word, raises her voice like a roar.

What dwells in that voice is so much hatred and anger that you can't see the bottom. And slight sadness.

Biune's face, which barely alters his expression, is stained with hatred and directed toward Prix, who caresses the orange red and water jewels with love.

But Prix doesn't even look like he cared about Bühne at all, he even smiles and opens his mouth.

"Oh, what is it? It's a reunion for parents and kids around the corner, right? Don't be so angry. Be more pleased."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

That one word out of Prix's mouth makes him go beyond the last line of Bühne left.

With his dagger in his hands, he kicks straight to the floor and heads to the prix.

Yes, as if it had nothing to do with a doll or anything standing in the way of it.

But if you try the dolls, there's no way you can shut up and pass such a beaune. Each weapon is rolled out and scratched from the side of Bühne, who heads to his own Creator.

Still, Bühne doesn't stop.... No, I can't stop.

A swinging blade hurts, beats, and chooses his arm, leg, face, and torso.

Even in such a state, there is no pain at all, just to go under the prix... run to deliver the blade of hatred to an abominable opponent who is showing off the jewel created at the expense of his own parents.

You can't possibly realize that this is the moment that Prix was after.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

A protruding spear pierces the flank of Bühne.

But it doesn't matter. No, Ning Lo's own physical entanglement of enemy weapons reduces one thing that stands in the way of heading under the prix.

Beaune walks down the floor ignoring even her own physical pain.

Many of the wounds that would otherwise have been received so far were sufficient to stop the walk. But the pain is almost paralyzed for Büne now that the spirit overtakes the flesh, and he keeps pushing toward the Prix.

"Tomero! Master Nomotonim Kawaserna!"

One of the dolls screams, the arrow, the long sword, the dagger, is wielded again.

But despite the holes in his flank, he just plays all of them out of the way, dodges them, or proceeds with his own body stopping him... After many sword ridge storms, he finally succeeds in capturing Prix in front of him.

… but with your left hand pointed at the prick.

"Thunder Cage. Stay."

A large amethyst that was embedded in Prix's left hand bracelet with that word. The magic that was enclosed there activates instantly.

It was the magic of thunder that activated. But instead of the magic of a single thunder used in the ring running, a cage shaped by thunder is created ahead of Prix's gaze...

"Ahhh!

There is a scream in the room.

Beaune eyed it and stared at it.

... Yes, the figure of Vihera appearing out of nowhere and thrusting herself a moment before the cage of thunder was completed and consequently trapped in a cage of thunder on her own behalf and eating countless thunder all over her body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh..."

I don't know what happened. Bühne reaches out to Vihela, who is taken into a cage of thunder in such a state and continues to be exposed to thunder that never stops.

But...

"Hey, I'm... of! I told you not to put blood on your head... in the fight, in the middle... I told you!

Vihera complains about Büne, who is burned by lightning all over her body but whose screams are turning her gaze to herself only with the first.

"Ah... oh... no, no, no, la..."

That word I haven't spoken in years.

But Vihera can't afford to hear that.

While enduring the pain of thunder that continues to irritate your body, concentrate the magic that resides in your body on your armor to the limit.

At the same time, the armor reacting to the infused magic transforms the nails created by the magic into something longer and sharper.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!

With thunder, still moving the body forcefully to cut the thunder cage itself with nails stretched up to about 1 m created by magic. At the same time, he wields his nails with the momentum as it is, and the body of the doll is split in two up and down, when he was impending to capture the suddenly self-defeating Büne.

"Ha, ha, ha..."

Vihera walks over to Bühne without imitating him falling straight into the floor, even though he lets him out of breath.

The Puri aim was only to capture Bühne alive, so no lethal damage has been inflicted. However, it is true that it was still intended to do enough damage to make it impossible to move, and furthermore, other than the armor and toenail, Vihella's protective gear has only a dancer-like costume with multiple layers of thin clothes.

Even in its dancer costume, it is a more defensive type of magic item than you can see, but it was still not enough to disable all the damage trapped in a cage made of lightning.

"Ah... ah..."

"At all, hold on...... right? I helped... be more calm."

Vihera, who tells him so as he approaches, moves to the side of Bühne, even though he is cursory.

Whatever you think, now is a great time to attack, but Prix just stares at it, and there's no way to get his hands on it.

On the contrary, he even signaled the dolls not to attack.

... but it would have been obvious to see the distorted grin floating in its mouth that Prix never has the heart of mercy but is therefore watching it become.

"Look, I've had enough... of Büne's parents' revenge, right? Then be more calm.... you can't have blood on your head... no."

"Uh-huh."

It must be because you haven't spoken a proper word in a long time. There is something hard to hear about the words coming out of Büne's mouth. But Vihera smiles and opens her mouth without even looking concerned about it.

"Hehe, Bühne...... hold on to your father and your mother's revenge, take it. Unfortunately, I can't seem to fight any more right now..."

Vihella's wounds are never fatal. However, it was not so light that there was no impediment to the battle.

Thus, with his own wounds behind him, Vihella takes the potion out of Bühne's hip pochette and hangs it on the flank, which is the most damaging in the puppet's attack.

The wound starts to heal while only looking at the reserved potion that Büne purchased for the time being, and from the outside at least, he doesn't even know that there was a scratch.

"Here... there you go. She's a girl... you can't get a scratch like that."

"Uh-huh."

Beaune nods at such Vihera's words.

Its expression, which is usually unchanged, is now distorted to the point of sadness, with tears rising at the ends of both eyes.

Leaving Vihera sitting on the floor on the spot, Büne turns toward Prix as she rubs her eyes.

At that time, Bühne's gaze had changed from that of earlier.

It is definitely a powerful gaze. But unlike earlier, when it was anointed with hatred, it is determination that lies in its gaze.

"Mmm!"

One voice, squealing trying to focus on himself, kicks the ground again as it is and heads to the prix.

"Heh heh, my hate-stained gaze was beautiful, but my eyes are fine now. If you're in your condition, you'll be able to do more jewelry than you expected."

Prix whines and opens his mouth with a gentle slap on the floor with his heels.

"Like the Wind"

At that moment, the yellow gem that was on the ankle wheel of Prix's right ankle glows and the magic that was stored inside activates.

Just a light jump backwards creates an unusual flying distance, opening wide distances between Prix and Bühne.

"Huh!?

Even as I gently moved my eyebrows to my surprise, Bühne's legs wouldn't stop.

I don't have a needle on hand that I love to use as a weapon for throwing, and even if it's a dagger, it's the last two I have right now.

I came here and it sounded loud that it was a light outfit to make the most of my own lightness.

Still, Bühne's legs don't stop. With the dagger in his hands, he shrinks his distance from the prix.

Unlike earlier, however, we have not ignored the dolls that try to hinder it. Avoid attacks that are unleashed, bounce, take, and thrust as hard as possible to avoid damage.

"Heh heh... at all, because I can take care of you.... but unfortunately you're not going to miss this one..."

Vihera whines as she watches Bühne push forward.

At the end of that gaze, the figure of a few dolls approaching me.

If it's the original Vihera, it's the one who doesn't matter. But now the situation was bad by the time it was deadly.

The damage sustained by the lightning cage has become paralysed and remains persistent in the body of Vihella, and precise movements are unlikely to be possible. Naturally, there is no such thing as battle.

Given the current situation, it can be said that the very fact that we were able to take the potion out of Bühne's pochette earlier is, in a way, close to a miracle.

"Still... I can't die in a place like this..."

Raise your hand while still getting up, leaving you unable to create magic claws because of your paralysis.

Sure, it hurts not to be able to use nails created by magic, which can also be considered the greatest feature of the armor, but still, Vihera is not going to be able to do it in silence and adultery.

"Traelzo!"

Two spears sticking out with that word.

Given that it was the torso that was being targeted for what he said he would capture, it was clear the puppets' perception that they should not die for now.

Flying slaughter!

Such a voice that sounds unexpected. Something cold that feels everywhere in your body at the same time as the sound of something crushing.

What that was was was obvious if we saw the wounds healed while we saw them by the cage of thunder.

"Ray......?

A quick glance at the Lord of the Voice earlier, but where Ray is still interacting with the Oriquel.

But what's different from earlier is that the oliqueur is pushing back?

Look at the fragments of the container falling on the floor to understand what the reason was, and step on the floor with a leg that was losing power.

"Totally...... I can't believe you threw a container of potion and destroyed it on me and hung the contents on me. Normally, you wouldn't think about that, would you?

While muttering to no one, he looks down at the doll, who sees his opponent's wound healed and begins to distance himself by being more vigilant.

It is not a woman who could not even stand up properly after injuring herself until earlier.

Much of the magic was used in thin clothes to minimize the damage from the thunder cage, and much more magic was lost because more magic was shed into the armor than was necessary to defeat the doll that was approaching Büne, creating a large nail, but the wounds still healed and the health was still there, Vihella.

To heal their wounds… Even if it was to avoid a decrease in their own combat power, it restored them until they cut off the flow of battle in their favor. Vihera likes to fight as much as she herself is said to be a combat fanatic, so there was no reason not to be thankful for it, and I'm strongly impressed.

Tokun.

Seeing the rays playing the attacks of oliqueur emitting rapiers and swordbreakers with death-size blades, patterns, and stone pokes, I accidentally become aware of the beats I felt smaller with the sound of my chest.

(This is... what? I don't know. But I don't feel like I'm gonna lose a doll like this right now...)

Something strange in itself. Something warm.

At the moment of consciousness of it, power gushes from wonder and the body of Vihera.

"You won't at all!

With the continuation of his inner words in his mouth, he kicks straight to the floor and pushes towards the dolls who were trying to capture himself.

It's fists and kicks that get waved.

The magic claw that extends from the armor of Vihella's specialty, or the blade that extends from the heel of the toenail, cannot be used due to lack of magic, but the attack that is still unleashed crushes the doll's body, or grabs the torso and pulls the hands and feet away.

To such a vihella, the puppets move to surround themselves while bewildered...

At the next moment, that torso is pierced and chopped apart by something that flew from nowhere.

As he moves freely around the air like a whip, the fullness on the whip slashes and rips the doll that was about to move behind Vihera, and also slashes and rips the doll that was straight towards Büne.

What kind of weapon is that? Vihera knew that.

And naturally I also know the names of those who use that weapon.

Therefore he opens his mouth, and cries out his name.

"Elaine!"