Magic Gems Gourmet

Oz, who runs through the field, looked back several times. But there's never been a way for Ed to come after me, and there's no sign of any other chasers.

The grasshoppers scented every time Oz moved, and the gentle sound of the wind rocking the grasshoppers wrapped around them.

Ha-ha-ha, and Oz's breathing is restless.

Now he was in a narrow span of intellectual desire and survival instincts, driven by his obsession with research throughout this period.

For dozens of minutes, stop and breathe away from the King's Capital.

"If here..."

A small plain with signs that people lived in. The trees that surround the area hide this from their surrounding gaze, a little hide-and-seek depths.

Oz enters a certain little house, looking used to it.

I fished the floor of a house that was obsolete and almost completely destroyed, and took out the crate I had hidden.

"I can still live - I can satisfy this desire for knowledge."

The plan is broken, but it's not like we can't start over.

He took the pitch-black shards contained in the crate and smiled inadvertently tranced.

When I stood up hugging the crate all the time.

Kata...... Eh.

Oz's expression was distorted by the sound of the floor that accidentally raised his back.

"I was sure you'd be here."

The sound of stepping on the floor approaches.

At the same time I heard the sound of pulling out the sword.

"How could you do that?

"This is where you lived with your parents. It's also where you killed your parents and pulled the Demon Stone out of your body."

"... how could you do that?

Oz asks with the same words in his mouth, but in the first and second, the height of tension was different.

"I found out in the future. I heard it from you in the future."

"Ridiculous thing to say - you say, eh!

A sparingly thrown crate heads for Ain.

Ain't had no difficulty defending him, but when he noticed he had a sharp blade piercing his arm, and for a moment in dull pain and heat, he whispered his eyebrows.

"Your cause of defeat is your certainty of victory."

When Ain sees the blade when he hears that voice, the whole body is black instead of full.

Because it was very similar to the black stone in the example, I can predict that it was deliberately created from Black Dragon material.

"I want to find out what this material belongs to. Erosing the mind and eating magic… the strange material that makes the host's emotions daunt, what miracle product is it?"

"Didn't you want to see the head runaway?

"If you insist, I wanted to know both."

"I see, it's like you."

When it was time for Ain to have a change, Oz spilled a niggling, inferior grin.

But after a few seconds, there's no change.

No, on the contrary, Ain pulled out the blade and threw it away.

"Unfortunately, the power of the Black Dragon doesn't come to me."

"Ha... Koko, what is Black Dragon...?

"It's about the material you were using. Red Dragon soaks in a golden hot tub and catches fire. And then it's a giant dragon, but you don't need to know anymore."

The sword flashes dull illuminated the area.

The sleeves of Oz's clothes rose in the wind, and a red line arose from his hips to the top. When a small droplet of water comes to mind, his arm drops with blood scattered over his exaggeration.

"I... my arm... my arm...?

"I've been thinking about a tough interrogation, but it wasn't my taste because of my sweet personality."

"Ahhhhhh!? Arm Yee!? My arm ooh...... ugh!?

"So I took the time to do a thorough research. I let him swim and I also explored the place. Thoroughly so that I don't have to stay after your research."

"Ha-ha-ha... Ha-ha! Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. This is it! This is the pain that breaks the skin, cleaves the meat and breaks the bones...... ugh!?

"I wasn't willing to use Shannon's help. I don't want to create a new scratch in her heart, and in case you think about it, it was something to avoid."

Oz is still gasping for pain at this moment.

This may not be much different from the harsh interrogation Ein denied, but as punishment for what Oz had done, this was about it.

The sound of sweat and blood tides dripping to the ground. Watching Oz grin invincibly knowing the pain while gasping for it makes it easy on his unusual personality.

"I'm sure you won't apologize for anything I say."

"Haha...... Ouch! That hurts. Wow!? What a pain! What a rare pain you're learning!?

"I don't want to allow it to come to an end without any regrets. That's why I came up with one."

So Ain stood in front of Oz.

Then, wave up your sword and look down at him.

Leaking a big sigh, then throwing words that Oz hates more than anything else.

You can't know anything anymore.

Oz forgot the pain and looked up at Ain in a hazy way.

"Shall I say it again? You can't know anything anymore."

"- Don't."

"You'll never learn anything new again, and you won't be able to research it. Like a book with no more pages, no more new stories to spin"

"Stop it! Just shut your mouth!

"Oh, then I guess I'll do that"

Saying so, Ain sets up to pierce his sword, and eagles at Oz's forehead.

"What are you going to do"

"He told me to keep my mouth shut, so I have nothing more to talk about. It's over."

"Ha ha...!

Then Oz began to gloat for the first time. Keep your mouth half open and lightly lower your gaze. Raise your remaining arm and put your hand on Ain's cheek.

Say it even in the words of begging for life, or yes, the arrowhead thing Ain thought of.

"Then let's learn the world after death."

Say no, I slipped my tongue on Ain's cheek.

For a moment, Ain says before Oz's nucleus is crushed and his consciousness vanishes.

"I say the Demon Stone has a soul. So I decided to seal your demon stone tightly and sink it to the bottom of the ocean."

Oz finally regrets it, leaking his unspoken breath and moving his mouth.

Even if he was uttered in the first place, he wouldn't have made a big deal out of it right now. Because they said it would be sealed in the dark with nothing, and just as Oz was desperate.

Eventually, when the light of life goes out, Ain crushes the Demon Stone, unlike what he said earlier.

"It's a lie. If you keep it, it's gonna be a lot of things."

It was enough to make me regret it at the end.

If you think of Oz at death, that's all your heart soothes.

Well, and.

Ain let go of his hand from the breathless Oz, looking up at the sky, closing his eyes and whining.

"That's it."

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

At night, the Wang du was very busy.

Instead of the end of the friendship between Archet and Marc, the enemies who suddenly appeared also crusaded. And then the people rejoice because the size of the country is even bigger.

In the castle courtyard, Warren reads books by way of example.

Ain smiled bitterly at the way he looked at the raviola sitting next to him.

- Whatever it is, it's Krone.

Then I notice his gaze, and Raviola smiles.

"It's been a while since you've been home to the castle."

"Right. It was nice living over there, but my parents are more comfortable."

"I agree, but Marc must be more. After you die, leave the Demon Stone in your room... what did you say?"

"Oh, did I say that?

"Not long ago. You said you wanted Demon Stone in your room, not in your grave."

- I might have said that.

It's a lie. I don't remember that.

But I guess Marc himself said it.

"Is that it?"

Shannon moved into Ain's sight.

Even though everyone is still making a scene, she goes on her own into the castle.

Ain't stood up wondering how it went.

"It sounds like too much noise and it lit up, so I'm gonna take a walk."

"Yeah, all right."

When he told him so and headed inside the castle, Shannon was not going up the stairs or talking to people, but was advancing to the back, which was the shadow of the castle.

I wonder what it is.

Again, I can't help but wonder what her purpose is.

"Hmm..."

Now somehow, I don't feel right to go after him.

That's why I followed you quietly.

(That's for sure)

I realize that this is the way to the innkeeper.

In the future, it is a place that leads to the Royal Cemetery, a place that is also memorable to Ain.

Shannon wasn't supposed to be good there, but I was wondering why he was going there. She has never had a sign of stopping her legs, and she is aiming to stay in a straight line.

"... Phew"

She leaked her exhale and then laid her hands on the door and went inside without hesitation.

"Huh."

You're lying, aren't you? Don't put it into words. Ain't going after him.

As soon as I opened the door, she waved back with a surprised face as she was inside.

"Duh, why are you here!?

"No, it's this line..."

By the way, this place doesn't look like a barista anymore.

Because Marco destroyed it, or now it's a little salon-like place with windows on it. It's lit up in the moonlight and doesn't look like a bad room.

"I'm just here to see if you're okay."

"What do you mean, okay?

"... if you're afraid of the dark here."

It's not as dark as it used to be, but it's certainly dark if there's still no light.

Later there will be some bad feelings when she is locked up.

"I don't know what it is, but I thought it might be okay."

Shannon says so to make sure his chest is calm.

I was amazingly calm myself and surprised and delighted to have been normal.

Then pack the distance from Ain and stand a few dozen more centimeters.

"What I just said, isn't that a lie?

"Uh, which one are you talking about?

"... I'm not worthless. When you told me."

Shannon laughed as Ain nodded back "naturally".

"You are more dazzling to me than Asahi. I think he's gentler than the warm wind of spring and has a bigger vessel than this continent"

"I think that's just too much to say..."

"Yeah. Because you saved me."

…………

"If you can't illuminate me, I can't find the point of living either. It made me want to expose my weakness and still entrust my mind and body. You really are cheating."

His expression was bright with dissatisfaction, and he had a grin all spilled.

The eyes are lustrous and lustrous moisturizing from joy and exaltation with a gorgeous smile pointed at Ain that any heterosexual would be able to captivate.

Shannon took a much deeper breath from it.

(- That)

Sigh, Ain's vision was dazzling.

The world loses color and the sound becomes less loud and clear.

But there is no abnormality in physical condition.

"I want you to listen to me - of"

"Yeah, what?

"Me -"

Gradually the symptoms became more pronounced.

I can only see Shannon in front of me, but I can't hear her well.

"Me - about you -"

I can't hear the words, but I accidentally put my face close, Shannon.

Just before her lips overlap Ain's lips, her body breaks down into grains of light and blends in. Soon the room disappeared due to the same symptoms.

The area continues everywhere, transforming into a bright white glowing space.

Then I heard a patch, a patch, a patch. An indisputable applause.

"Exactly."

Looking back as my voice sounded, it was Lyle there.

He was dressed the same way before, applauding Ain.

"You win."

"My win...? Oh, oh... well, this was a battle"

"What's wrong with you? You remember the remnants of the world today?

"If so, what do you say?"

"- I don't know. Will you come to this end in real life? Will the real world come to be like the fantasy world that just ended like this?

"I don't want it. No, you can't want to."

"Oh, I'm afraid I won't bother you at all."

"It's the same as I've ever dreamed. I'm sure the best happy ending anyone ever wanted is such a convenience and a good word for hearing loss is unacceptable"

The best part is about Shannon.

It breaks my heart that she was pitiful, and that no salvation was given to her.

But still, I don't want a happy ending that's convenient.

"I have loved ones in the original world. I'm not willing to deny the people I've ever lived in the world, and there were people in reality who wanted to save me. But..."

Assuming history has been changed, there may be a large number of people who won't be able to meet.

The same goes for blonde elves, for example, who love themselves so much.

"By the way, have you figured out the criteria for winning or losing?

"... I think the main axis was not to bring war to Ishtarika"

"Hmm, unfortunately, a little different. Until now, the battle was whether His Majesty could save those who could not save him."

That is not just Cain or Sylvia in addition to the people of Istarica.

"Can't you save Shannon?"

"You want to save me?

"Of course."

"Unfortunately, I don't have the help to save her then (,). It's impossible."

Ain knew they'd say that.

But in my mind, I was hoping for some means, but I lay my eyes on the answer as I imagined.

"Well, that's the end of the long battle, and the first one is you win. Come on, what do you want to know?

Look at Lyle with three coins in his palm, Ain't saying.

"My mother's secret."

"Really so... oh, if you look at that face, you don't even seem to have to ask"

Ain grabs the tossed coin.

Then, the vision transformed in an instant.

Ain crouched to the strong shock that even a giant meteorite fell on his head, holding his head with both hands and laying his eyes down.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

The scene was in the castle, where Ein knew it well, between the sights.

It was fantastic there, illuminated by the blue and white moonlight, and Ain't even remembered his nostalgia for the landscape he hasn't seen in a long time.

One girl appears there.

You can't go wrong looking at her rocking her glossy dark brown hair.

Olivia was just a girl.

And she shall come between the sights, and the eyes, and the throne of Silvard shall be filled with tears.

"... brother"

From the whimpering voice came sorrow from the bottom of my heart.

"How and why did you disappear from us"

said, wetting the throne with large grains of tears.

There is no one to comfort as one. Instead, I guess she came here looking for a place to cry by herself, so you're right, Ein is driven by the urge to rush right now and hold her shoulders.

No matter how long it takes, Olivia is alone.

Minutes, dozens and hours pass, she wakes up feeling tired of crying. The last time she behaved herself, she walked out to leave the throne room.

Unexpectedly, however, a breeze struck her from the sight.

"Huh... the wind?

The windows are tight, and the doors aren't open.

When I stop wondering, I hear voices of people I've never heard before.

When I feel some sign and look back.

"Ishtarika, the blood-dry-addicting girl of the royal family, I wonder if you're willing to make a deal with Non."

There she is, the girl who laid her back on the throne.

The visibility was human apart, with silver hair more beautiful than Ishtarika's silver illuminated in the moonlight.

"You are."

"Nothing's moving at all."

"... who are you"

"He's not a dragon man with the power to slaughter the gods."

"- Are you trying to roll it in smoke, saying something you don't understand?

"I wonder what it's like to be overheard with words you don't know. Well, if you're a royalty to stand on, you can't do it."

Then the dragonman coughed up and corrected his residence.

"At dawn when I made a deal with Non, I'll tell you what Lyle and Celestina are up to. Interested or not"

"Huh... What do you want me to do?

"I want to ask the Lord, who has a high name with the Virgin. Will you be a true Virgin?

"I can't say yes. I promise you that I will not avenge this country."

"Like the brothers of your Lord?

"Huh -!?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You're giving it back."

Olivia was annoyed by emotions such as frustration, grief, and impatience.

If you realize it, there's not a bit of alert left, and you slowly notice yourself packing your distance from the dragon man. While I was there, I felt the liver's stiffness.

Seeing Olivia approaching, the dragonman takes one demonic stone out of his nostalgia.

"Non wants to recall the owner of this demonic stone. The Demon Stone may contain the soul of its owner, but unfortunately it is only the power that resides in this Demon Stone."

The colour of the demonic stone you can show off is fresh green.

He had a beautiful color that made him feel warm and gentle.

"Ah, he turned every soul into power, and left the world in exchange for saving this country"

Then this time, the gold thread dances through the Dragonman's fingers. I don't know where that leads, but it looks like it's penetrating the window and stretching out into the sky.

"This yarn is the power of Non."

"The yarn... the force?

"Dear Left, this is the only skill that Non possesses, and thanks to this, we are able to retain the edge with him. sooner or later, to connect to its demonic stones and to recall them."

"Who are you talking about?"

Olivia has remained somewhat calm so far because of the expectation that she might be able to hear from her brother and Ceres.

He relied on it to remain calm, not knowing his opponent's name or his identity.

"I would have just said that. He who saved this country."

"Huh... First sire... is it? No, that's unrealistic."

"It's up to you to believe it, but if you can, I want you to believe it. Marc's dry addled. I mean, you can't go back to your life with anything other than dry ads."

"No way, you're telling me..."

"I hope you don't get me wrong, but it's not like your Lord is pregnant. Let Marc rest for a while in the branch of the tree called the Lord."

"Take advantage of my dry ad habits," he said?

"Uhm."

I was puzzled by words that didn't even clap.

But Olivia was more important to be able to get information about her family.

"... you call me the King of Heroes and the Root"

"Well, I'm not willing to push everything to dry ad values - and I'm not willing to belittle an individual named Lord"

"I wonder what that means."

"As soon as he returns, the rooted edge between the Lord and him will be cut off. What Noh wants is a means for him to go back. Besides, it's not always possible for you to have a good opposite sex."

Then Olivia laughs invincibly.

"Absolutely nothing."

To be clear, she knelt before the dragonman.

I close my eyes and lay my hands on top of each other to pray.

"The strength of his will is very similar to his."

"I'm me. Never be the hero king you speak of."

"Something else. Good, I liked your Lord."

Marc's demon stone moves away from the dragonman's hand.

Floating in the universe, the threads emanating from the dragon man became tangled and a glowing cocoon blended into Olivia's body.

Then Olivia immerses herself in a sensation she has never felt before.

Something about being in the body and having an edge.

"Ah, name him whatever you want. And it would help if you would accept him as a new being. He'll brush himself up again with the strength of his heart"

That's how the dragon man floated in the universe.

"I'll be back soon. Sorry, but I'm taking it in now, another year... No, I'll see you in a few years."

"Please wait...! I may soon cross the sea and marry a nobleman from another country."

"I don't care about anything. Noon will find you wherever you are. And rest assured that your Lord will be worried. As soon as he's born, but I'll cut off the roots of your Lord and his. You will not be wronged before the Lord has married you."

Olivia stroked her chest down when she heard back.

"Ha ha! What, you're anxious to root for him in another country's nobility?

"Oh, that's...! Yeah, a hero king can snort even if he tells you to accompany him. But rooting for a nobleman who knows nothing and putting his life together… my heart doesn't settle right away"

"Well, it's not a dry-ad value. I don't know how."

"- For thou shalt not do iniquity for thy fatherland and thy husband, as thou dorest."

"It's a good idea. That said, I don't know what's going to happen. Sometimes there can be another problem, as opposed to the fact that the Lord cannot give a damn about his nobility. Non makes a hundred daughters, marries them all, and knows the divine tribe who divorced them all."

"I don't know much about the second half of the story, but that rarely happens."

Thus the dragonman left.

Like when you come, it winds up and her figure disappears. As promised when I left, put down a letter that said something about Lyle and Ceres.

Well, the scenery changes again.

Now it turned into a bland space, without Olivia and very similar to where Ein is now.

There is one couch that has been left untouched. There was a dragon man sitting right on top of it.

Huh.

"- Hmm?"

At the end of her gaze, a photosphere was born where there was nothing.

The blurry light quickly mimicked the human form.

"Not at all, finally back"

"That, is this...?

And the human form says.

"Good to be here."

"What about you?

"Non is well... like a god"

I can't see the human face, but I know it's taken in disgust.

"Your Lord is dead. That's why I was summoned to the goddess. Let us reincarnate your Lord into another being."

"Huh - are you serious?

"Mm-hmm. Seriously, big deal."

"That's like a lanobe or a game...... that's what it is!

"It's similar, I'm sure. So let's try to get the Lord to turn the chatter"

Dragon men continued to talk about the more distracted types of people.

I went on to explain some of how this happened and what would happen next.

"It's not just the difference (,,,,,,,,,) between turning the ga (,,,,,,) cha where the Lord knows or not (,,,,,,,,,)"

This is the dialogue Ain has heard.

"For once, I'd like to ask, then, that's what my last life did, and someone wanted to turn it around?

"This isn't me. Another god spinned it."

"What was the result then?

"Common, so-called normal."

Follow up and talk about causes of death and other things, and a giant gacha machine appears.

The force written on the capsule obtained by the human form was' Toxin Decomposition EX '. The human form was surprised and discouraged to see it. But the dragonman laughs, immersed in contentment in his heart.

- And he was born into the Roundheart family.

Olivia's wholehearted love for him is not due to his past feats. Everywhere I watched him with a sincere, hard-working personality, forgetting what I had heard from the Dragon Man, putting nature and love into him at my will.

As a new individual, as an individual born out of the habit of dry add-.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

I've noticed small discomforts before.

Marco should have had a Lord to serve, but he said it was best to serve Ain. But I didn't think the word would come out of his mouth, a knight of loyalty, sincerely.

Assuming that it is true, it will be the Lord that Ain serves.

And Ain't been in Marco's position until recently.

Like a broken thought, there was also a small clue.

Sometimes Sylvia and Cain were grumbling deeply, and in some other details? I can't deny that I ever thought that.

I guess that's why.

Ein was unexpectedly calm and slowly rose when his headache subsided.

I wasn't convinced by the facts, but it doesn't look disturbing.

"I've heard that before."

"... what's that?

"That's what Marc the First King said before he died."

The first person to say that was Marco at the end of the Heim war.

He made it talk to Krone, who walks with him.

"Yep. He was left saying this before he took his breath away. 'If you're ever going to be reborn, I want to be a demon king who can beat them'. I believed that word and waited for hundreds of years at Demon King's Castle with my mission. '

Ain't heard this since the end of the war, but I remember it no differently, word for word.

Then I say as Lyle remembered, who was quietly listening.

"By the way, two fights."

"Enough is enough. Because I think we should ask that dragon man for the rest of the information."

"... oh, I thought you'd answer that."

Then Lyle rang his fingers and created a door right beside him.

"What did I and Ceres do, ask her?

"I will. 'Cause I think this is the most muscular."

"Then will you let me say it one last time?

"Yeah, anything"

Oh, and I heard Lyle kneeling.

Then soon, I hear words mixed with complex emotions that seem to confess and honor me.

"- I hated the First Majesty. He was making people recruit all the jealousy and frustration for someone who couldn't win no matter what he did. I'm sure your father will too."

"I've heard the same thing from your grandfather"

"Ha, isn't it? But it was also natural not to win. Until just now, the reason - it only showed up in these eyes. Now I feel bad about my chest."

But Ain mocks herself.

"It's a heavy word for a man who couldn't save just one woman."

"... hmm?

"I couldn't give her Shannon any salvation. All I saved was fantasy, Shannon. Well... isn't she too pitiful?"

It would be a luxury to want a happy ending for everyone.

Ein wants the luxury. But I can't take back the time that's passed, and I can't believe I'm changing the past.

"When, what time do you think she died? When you slaughtered her in real life? Or when you suck up the demon stone and your body lies down?

Actually, none of them.

"Driven by revenge, she died hundreds of years ago, going back even further before the Demon King's War. She was affected by the power of the Black Dragon and her self disappeared. Needless to say, since then, I've had what was a remnant of her driven by greed to form a new personality - another being."

"So what... ugh!

"There are a number of elements that identify individuals, but the big ones are personality and soul. Flesh is in the end only a matter of dependence, only a vessel for discernment. but above all there exists what should be called an individual. Demon Stone."

"Then that new personality will be alive."

"It won't. Because that consciousness is not an individual born in her demonic stone. The only individual born into her demonic stone is her, and the new consciousness is just borrowed. And the magic stone is sucked up by you."

That's it, Lyle's body becomes clear.

"That one is more merciful than you think. I know it's because I had an affair with you, but I think he felt pity again."

"Sorry, but I don't know what that means"

"It's not a difficult story. That world is a crop by your power, but only you and a certain person are real. Because you were actually bringing in things called souls. Saving a fake doesn't deserve credit, that's what I'm talking about."

"Huh - that!

"I told you, saving her was also a victory condition. Now, you'll want clearer hope (words), but this is my last payback to you. It's a childish, little payback like a child for being compared to the existence of you who will never win."

And.

"Sorry, but it looks like time is running out"

The door opened on its own.

It inhales Ain's body vigorously, opening the distance from Lyle.

Ein, who reached out, endures, but cannot be revealed.

Lyle, on the other hand, bowed his head and toned again.

"It's a terrible shame you can't see the story ahead. But if I may, may you get the end you want - that you will not be overflowing with happiness where you go."

He seemed to be the first prince to be deceived by genius, and dropped him off with a graceful trick.