Legend

A sharp needle and turned hair that flew to me.

I didn't expect them to fly at me... I guess I never thought I'd do such an act without any hesitation either. Prix just stares at the needle in his hair...

"Master!"

The puppets that were around with that voice jumped in front of the prix, and at the next moment nearly 30 needles pierced the puppets.

Unlike the needle released by Bühne, it would be its power.

Unlike Bühne's needle, which was finally to pierce the body of a single doll, the Oriqueur needle, transformed into a demon, did not gain power merely by piercing a single doll, but as it was, pierced two, three, four and the doll, because the power of the needle finally subsided.

"Ma, master...... gobuji, desca?

Prix creates it with the most soul, and the adorable doll asks in an interrupted voice.

The prick, finally returning to me in that condition, reaches out to the doll, trembling through his body to be pierced by nearly 10 needles.

"Yeah, yeah.... I'm safe because you guys protected me. Well done."

"Master Gagobjide...... Nanyolides. Onygekdasai, Master...... Anomonoha...... kike...... n"

The word ends with the doll losing the light of its will and dropping the hand that was stretching out to the prix onto the floor.

That's a sight that also looks as if a person is dead.

Even in distortion, the doll actually had a firm self, something of its own will. Given that, I'm sure it's not strange to describe the doll as dying.

"Hmm, be Hodo. It's not like you can still use your body completely."

However, the person who made it was checking his/her physical condition without looking concerned at all.

(... wait)

I order Ceto, who has turned his gaze to Chirali and himself, not to move with his gaze.

If it was meant to be, I guess I should poke my surprise and attack it right now. But fortunately, as far as the current series of flows is concerned, it was definitive that the relationship between the prix and the oliqueur could not be described as very friendly.

(I know it's true that we were trying to use each other from the beginning... why do we need to betray each other here? It would be more militarily advantageous for us to confront each other.... the influence of demonization and manipulation? Surely the possibility cannot be denied.)

While whining inside, Ray doesn't seem to take anything into action... and Ray stops Ray from moving Seto, Elaine and Buune, who are taking distance from Prix, and Vihera, who cleaned up most of the dolls, also watch Prix and Oriquel go on.

While a dangerous equilibrium was being struck, Puri gently lowered the completely vanished doll to the floor, turning her gaze, painted with anger and hatred, towards an oliqueur that turned her into a demon of man, opening her mouth.

"Oliqueur, what do you mean? Are you saying you forgot where you stand?

More hateful than his gaze, Oliqueur flaunts his shoulder without feeling anything in particular.

"What do you need to be angry about, Al? That much toy de, you don't mind being drained by my proficiency check, do you? Don't worry, Lo. All of these people will be killed properly. Let's destroy them in regards to the Shi, Bosque and Silva families."

"I'm not kidding!

To the words of the oliqueur, a prick that runs his eyes blood and screams.

In the first place, Prix ordered the oliqueur... more precisely to the Holy Light religion, not to kill the Rays. It was to capture him alive. Because you can't use it as a sacrifice if you kill it. As for Bosc, he would have been supposed to kill here, but that is also very hard to trust in the way the oliqueur looks right now.

Above all... for Prix, I couldn't stand the fact that he called his own doll a toy more than anything else.

With anger, he opens his mouth toward the oliqueur who turned his right hand palm into a demon.

"Fire, ice, wind, thunder, stone, be present."

Following that magical word, all five rings embedded in Prix's right hand are activated.

As it was in its spell, the solidification of the flames flew, as did several ice and stone arrows with sharp and pointed tips, the blades of the wind were unleashed and thunder ran through the sky.

But the oliqueur does nothing in particular and just stays still and gets attacked.

All magic hits the oliqueur, confusing and consequently causing an explosion.

Disputed by the explosion, Prix magically moves into a tiny gem that doesn't even have a 1 cm removed from his nostalgia... whine the keyword.

"I will return you all to nothing."

With that magical word, the quickly thrown little gem jumps straight into the midst of covering and concealing all the oliqueur giants by the smoke of the explosion… At the next moment, the earlier explosion creates a huge explosion as if it were only the front seat.

That attack, which instantly explodes everything, such as blood, meat, life and magic, squeezed out as sacrifice, could also be described in a sense as a prix last resort.

I didn't hate the way the jewel itself scattered in an instant, but even if I made it such a jewel-loving prick, I wouldn't prefer to carry out that attack without the jewel object.

But now they fooled their own puppets, and many of them were destroyed by the act of confirming their abilities.... No, he was killed.

That's definitely not something you can forgive even as a prick.

And the explosion created by an attack that could be described as a suicide bombing of less than 1 cm of gemstone was powerful enough to feel a strong impact even on rays and cetes that were distancing themselves from the oliqueur.

"Grr!"

Seto gets out in front of Ray in an aggressive manner and uses his own body to hold back the power of the blast.

Fortunately, the explosion was not damaged such as this thanks to the fact that it was adjusted to cause damage only within a specified range, but still the intense blast had succeeded in moving Seto's body about a few steps on the floor.

"Ray, are you all right!?

After the blast passes, three people rendezvous with Elaine, Vihella, and Büne, whose hands were held by Vihella to avoid being flown into the blast by a small body injury.

Esetus, who was at the furthest point, was at his best to hold back Nact, who was still fainting on the ground, from being blown away by a blast.

"Ah, oh. I have no problem. More than that, Seto. Are you all right!?

Ray, who returned his words to Elaine, calls out to Seto, who hastily became his shield and received the blast.

"Grrrrrrrr"

But I should just say Griffon, Seto rings his throat short when there is no problem at all.

"Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr"

Keep Seto throbbing and take a distance from where the oliqueur was while the smoke still explodes.

Ray turns his gaze toward Chirali and Prix as he moves.

Ray and Seto don't even have a glimpse of Biune, who was obsessed until earlier, staring at the heart of the smoke blast with hateful gaze.

If there's any movement, I guess you're going to knock the chase in immediately. There were multiple grips on that hand of gems similar to the one that caused the earlier explosion.

(If it's true, you should poke this gap and seize the prick, but you should...)

It is also true that the abilities of oliqueurs that float in the back of the brain as such, but have been transformed into demons are unknown, and if they are going to break with oliqueurs, it is decided that it is better to make a look at them without keeping hands on them, even in the sense of grasping their abilities.

"... mmm..."

Next to such a ray, this one also whines small as if Bühne were to push and kill the urge to head under the prix again.

I was Elaine when I realized that that voice wasn't the usual 'n' thing, but now that I don't have the time to pursue it, I'm gazing toward the oliqueur without saying anything in particular, making the same decision as Ray that it would be best to grasp the abilities of the oliqueur at all.

"This ha...... what the hell are you imitating na? We were supposed to be working together, Ga?

What showed up after the smoke explosion cleared was an oliqueur with no appearance of injury whatsoever.

With his hands as if he cares about dust, he gently taps on armor and cloaks that are somehow as big as his body when people demonize him, tilting his neck and asking him if he can't understand Prix's actions from the bottom of his mind.

(Until now, we have developed a cooperative attitude. As far as I can tell, there seemed to be little difference between words and deeds when people were there... is this the effect of demonization around here? Because that's going to be the gap you're going to follow in there)

While he said he didn't want to do it himself, he was an oliqueur who was protecting Teevia at the heart of the magic formation because it was the order of Prix, the landlord, but given the current series of conditions, it was clear that the current condition of the oliqueur was not what it was then.

"Don't be ridiculous! You're toying with a doll that I created with care? Regret what you say and do!

Turn your left hand toward the oliqueur and spin your words with magic.

"Thunder Cage. Stay."

The bracelet fitted in the left wrist, the larger amethyst present there, works to create a thunder cage around the oliqueur.

Whether that attack, which even Vihella has suffered a great deal of wounds, or this adds to the battle… the Rays decide that some damage will be done even if it is not.

But...

"You think you can do something about me with this level of aggression, Mo?

The oliqueur flashes a second arm newly grown from the scapula by the demonized influence of man into a transverse girdle.

Then lightning scratches off as if it were a lie that there was a cage of thunder there.

"Hey, could that be... haven't you played the magic itself?

The bitter voice of Vihera, who was watching a series of movements.

I am a combatant fanatic but therefore a sexuality seeking strong enemies, but what leaked out of that mouth is a tiresome voice like I want you to give me a break.

But that's not impossible either. If you play all of the magic, that means almost all of the magic is ineffective.

If so, it means that neither flaming magic using Ray's immense magic, nor substitutes such as wind magic or dragon language magic, which Elaine specializes in.

"Problem is, magic… or playing magic is certain, but if any other attack makes sense."

Chirali and I turned my gaze to another being, Death Size, who can also be described as my own identity, unlike Seto.

The performance as a sickle is greatly improved by the magic flushing, but whether it even works...

(Probably works...... this is just my guess. Because I'm not sure if I don't actually try it)

From what Ray saw, he seemed to be playing the very magic that had been unleashed by the skin of the oliqueur, which had been turned blue by the demonization of man.

Then how about something magical, like Death Size, instead of being released?

"Become!?

Behind the Rays, who are looking into Oriquel's ability to use Prix as an informant in remote locations, Prix himself was openly upset that his unleashed attacks had been lightly deactivated.

It won't even be possible. At any rate, Prix is not a warrior, even if he is a wizard. If you know that the magic you rely on is ineffective, it means that you have no power to fight the oliqueur.

... No, it would have been like that if it had been. A certain death without any means of survival of its own. I overturned it...

"Master Mamore!"

With such a voice, nearly 10 dolls advance in front of the prix.

Those puppets who came out earlier in front of the puppets who had sheltered the prix and died, either kicked the floor as they were, or kicked the ceiling and jumped toward the oliqueur, which turned into a demon.

Besides, those 10 dolls aren't the only ones. Later on, as if it were a boundless gush, it would increase in number if it appeared from the magic formations depicted in the room.

This is why the number didn't go down no matter how many puppets Beaune and Nact defeated.

As you can see, Teevia was sacrificed, this room is even the most important of the Marstells.

Then naturally a corresponding defensive mechanism was also available, and the summoning of dolls was one of those defensive mechanisms.

The puppets come out one after the other from a magic formation connected to the puppet's vault in the Marchelle family mansion.

Because he is also from the Marchelle family, a descendant of a wizard who found a dungeon in Exil, he was able to create such a magic formation by applying the achievements, subpoena magic, and spatial magic that generations of Marchelle owners have been examining to come and go inside the dungeon.

But... Still, it doesn't make any sense in front of absolute power.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Two arms growing from the scapula, wielded by one doll after another.

Its sharply pointed tip pierces and destroys the dolls, fortunately.

Still, the puppets that Prix has been making for years continue to appear incessantly, and are driven away by oliqueurs from the edge of their appearance.

As they look at it, Ray and the others will continue to do a static analysis of the power of the oliqueur.