Maouyome

Magic becomes a particle of light, drawing spirals.

It's... maybe my magic that emits a bright white light.

A group of fluffy lights, like cotton wool dancing in the wind, slowly and heavily swirl around and gather to a certain point. The dark light flashes between the particles of its gathered overlapping white light.

Like gathering particles of light that are about to fade away, the dark light becomes a muscle and holds it.

Double helix of light, shining white and black.

Two colored particles of light slowly draw large spirals, increasing density, while concentrating to a certain point.

In his ear, a light and clear sound sounded.

"... of bells, sounds?

The light that concentrates takes shape.

It's in my body, around one will.

It used to be a pierced place.

A place dared to be pierced in order to stop Adolphus from moving, intoxicated by the demonic incense and taken in by the demonic knife.

At that time the demon knife collapsed under the protection of the goddess who dwells in this body, becoming ash.

It disappeared into the wind.

... I stayed.

A shard of the demon knife that greyed as it pierced my body was still in me.

A demon knife that incorporates the skull of a princess night fork.

Leansheids' mother, Mr. Linfit's skull shard, was the intention.... yet, in me.

Focused, denser light takes shape.

One will and under the protection of the Dark Goddess.

It takes the look of a small sword.

An elaborately decorated swing of blue and silver, a knife.

Reach and squeeze that little knife pattern that floated in front of you, born of your flank, as you are invited.

Suddenly. Turbulent emotions poured in.

"... Grr!?

Grasp the knife pattern as hard as you can with both hands, with more force, sticking, and sticking together to avoid losing momentum.

Small machetes show strong rebellion in both hands.

... Rebellion?

……

... No. I'm not.

Is this emotion?

It's a whirlpool of emotions.

The power of thoughts beyond restraint is... rampant.

I can twirl, swell, interact, and play big.

Disturbed, twisted insanely, distorted, torn in the flow of increasing momentum,... turbulence of passion.

Regret. Thoughtless. Hurray. Anger.

Love and uncut overlap alternately.

Extremely longing and bitter giving up.

The thought of rolling deep into your chest swells, dancing madly.

This is... emotion.

I can't do anything about it myself, emotions.

Mr. Lynn, Philette and I, the power of thought.

Close your eyes gently to the turbulence of emotions scratching the core of your body.

Some sober part of my mind tells me that I can't resist it. You shouldn't refuse this. Strong and conscious that you can't turn away.

I accept all the abominations of hatred, the misery of remembering jealousy, and the clarity of thirst.

The power of thoughts winds a vortex and tries to disturb the mind.

You can't fight that vortex,... I know.

Be aware. Be quiet.

I even wish for the form of thoughts I want.

Eventually turbulence turns into one big twist.

Words and images came to a boil in my head.

Sheng. Protect. Sam.

Even gather, pierce, and scab.

Build up even higher what you are gathering.

Words and images disappear one after another.

One of those glaring and shifting words, I finally get to what I want.

Defend.

... the power to protect.

"... bell guard. So... that's okay."

Power resides in the chosen word.

As soon as I did, the turbulence of my emotions scratched out until then.

The vortex of emotion that disturbs the mind and shakes the core calms down, and the chosen words take on a strong image and remain strong in the head.

I'm sure it was a ritual.

He said it was a ritual to purify the "No." stained with cotton and the business that has been carried on his back, and to be reborn into a "name" that transforms his thoughts into power.

Mood your gaze and re-grip the pattern again.

I can't feel the power to rebel anymore.

I feel something comforting, more like you're pushing my back.

The bell sounds.

……

……

Ugh!

Squeeze the pattern firmly familiar to your hands and gently slip yourself out of the luxurious blue and silver finishing sheath.

A bright white body with no cloudiness at all receives a flaming red illumination and returns a grand glow.

With Mr. Lynn Fillet's skull shards at its core, shaped by my magic and the protection of Master Ivanaga, … a wave of a small machete.

"... I don't know!

Screw the loose sheath into the back hips band.

Standing deeply on his calf, he lowered his hips and looked directly in front of him.

Exhale and inhale slowly and long.

Stepping in is not sharp and stray, just forward.

Strong, as shown by the power of thoughts and wishes.

Draw a spiral from knee to hip, shoulder to arm.

"So, hey, hey, hey, hey!

Mood flashes.

The tip of the sword slashed up in reverse shows heaven.

Purr, the sphere bounced.

No matter what I did, the wall of the membrane, which was not slightly moving and even boasted of being strong, received the blade tip of a knife, which was easily cracked as if it were a chavon ball.

The membrane that covered the area could be bounced off, and the flames that were swirling inside overflowed at once.

"Hey!? Yabba!"

Reassemble the knife on the stag, relative to the momentum of the flame.

The flame began with a set knife and tore it in two outside.

... What is this, awesome?

I wasn't thinking about overflowing the flames inside!

The sound of the bell rang dull as it sounded......

……

……

I'm sorry I didn't think about it.

Overflowing, and in the narrow of the diminished flames of density, I saw a demonic, glowing red demonic stone.

"... Give me this! Up!?"

I smack the knife to smash it right away, but it played easily along with the tall metal noise.

... crushing this seems impossible.

The handshake is paralyzed with gin.

It's from the age of mythology, God's magic equipment, isn't it? It just doesn't seem like you can smash it fast.

... then that's it.

Reach for the demonic stone that floats in the flames.

It would have been quick if you'd smashed it, but if you wouldn't smash it, that's it. The point is, we should do something about him.... Then you should possess him.

For a moment, Mr. Olorena's figure, which collapsed in flames, passes behind his brain and his hands stop.

I can't stop Kagutschi unless I control him more than I can crush him. But if you can't control it, you're dead.

Swallow the cruise of the moment and be ready.

Any time you're ready for a moment, you're in the mood!

If it's one or eight, I'm good at betting. Come on!

The moment I was ready and tried to grab the demon stone, the thick arm stretching from the side first squeezed the red demon stone.

"Become!? Mr. Kensei!? Holy shit!"

"Grr!?

Soon Kensei, who was there, held the red demon stone tight before me.

Hastily raising his face to me, Mr. Kensei makes me try to return a martial bone grin, even though he distorts the root of his eyebrows in pain.

"The three of us will carry each other together, won't we? … then it is the turn of the awkward. It's in order."

"Hey, but. Because..."

A strong gaze that cemented determination, clogged with words.

Unwavering willingness to be deeply merciful dwells in my eyes.

Certainly there is more to this demon stone than it can be crushed, and someone must let this demon stone dwell in it, and control it.

That's true......

Even Mr. Kensei was watching.

Even though it was a hassle to watch Mr. Orolena wrapped in flames in front of him in a flash, ashed, and crushed and scattered with no shards left. Yet......

The demon stone begins to erode Mr. Kensei's body, and a low groan leaks.

As in Mr. Orolena's time, a thin wall of membrane was stretched out again and ejected outside the sphere.

"Mr. Kensei!

A red flame blows up over the demon stone, covering Mr. Kensei's body.

"... Lord Lefia, you have a promise"

Clothes burn out, supple and harsh, brilliantly forged flesh withstands the flames.

"... Gu. Put the awkward man in the castle of the demon king.... once to Lord Adolphus and Lord Leanscheid,... once to you, I promise you!

"Absolutely! It's an absolute promise. So never! It's an absolute promise!

Power to live.

Thoughts to obsess. The sentiment.

It's not like when Mr. Olorena was.

Unlike in Mr. Orolena's time, Mr. Kensei is still clenching his will and purpose to live well.

The flames feed Mr. Kensei's sentiments and burn up even more intensely. In the flames of increasing intensity, Kensei even has a thirst for raw, and can enjoy it.

I said in order.

Mr. Olorena said he was next.

He said that the inseparable carry each other with them.

I can't deny that thought when I mention it.

"... please. Mr. Kensei."

Bite your lips and indulge in impulse.

When I have trouble, I tear the membrane again and snap Mr. Kensei out of it. With that intention, grip the knife pattern strong,... hard.

I don't know if I can help with that.

Maybe we won't make it.

... but now, believe me, Kensei.

Wait, believe me, for your promise to Mr. Kensei.

I felt that slightly in my tightly squeezed arms, like a little machete trembling.