Maouyome

Bel Adone sinks deep into his arms.

As it were, I let go of consciousness as if I were going to sleep.

A little anxiety passes over the condition, but he notices and relieves breathing that makes him stand slightly.

"... well done. Sorry."

Bel Adone's body is lighter than I thought.

Don't wake me. Hold me up gently, quietly.

A body that feels soft is not a phantom crystal. It's obviously the original body, the biological one.

I don't see any noticeable trauma, but it's obviously tedious. The quality of the magic you feel is also quite draining.

In the first place, Bel Adone, a clan of phantom demons, cannot in itself be exposing his life to the enemy in this way. It would be a considerable load just to be on the spot for a body that is only frail.

Really well,... made me hold it.

When I deposited Bel Adone in the saddle on the back of the stupid horse, my eyes in silver furrows looked back.

"I'll take care of him."

"Bullshit!

"Stay as far away from me as you can. I'm not sure I can keep you guys out of this.... Nice."

Soars gently at the tip of his nose and a stupid horse floats into the sky.

He gently rushes up high in the sky, trying not to wake up the bell adone he deposited on his back, not to drop it.

As the same male, he knows how to treat a pretty good woman.

Stupid horses are stupid horses, though.

I dropped off that back that gets smaller and closed my eyes with emotion.

I was surprised when the idiot horse jumped into the Holy City alone, but at the time he didn't put the refia on in the first place, he told me something had happened.

It's a shame that Kusuha wasn't on the spot, but I'm still grateful that the stupid horse ran through me with six legs of that divine speed.

Some stupid horse didn't try to put me on that back at all.

It prevented the worst from happening.

From here on out, I work for the Demon King.

Strong and aware that the passion that I was daring to hold in is about to explode even now within me.

"... what are you here to do and should I ask?

Sunla opened her mouth.

I don't know what you're going to do, but he silently waited for me to leave Belle Adone with the stupid horse.

I guess I'm going to be showing you some room.

But now I don't even think that matters.

Looking back slowly, a grin sticking to a distorted look was turning the mockery to the fore.

I have no intention of exchanging words in the first place without an in-laws to answer the query.

Just one thing.

If only one thing can be confirmed, that's fine.

"You're the... sunray"

Step forward, one step at a time, while remembering the strange bewilderment of the emotions that boil within you.

A corner of Demon King Castle transformed into a pile of rubble.

Is it marble or gravel on the ground that is scattered across the ground?

Step by step on the shattered gravel.

One step at a time, I'll pack the distance from him.

The exhilarating mood lifts the corner of my mouth.

One step at a time, pressing hard with reason into the whole body that is about to be ripped off. … step by step, pack.

Anger.

Fierce.

resentment.

Multiple accumulations of personal grievances, profanity.

I wonder what kind of emotion I have when I see that person in front of me. I wonder what he looks like and stands there.

I think I've thought about it.

But now that we actually have the person in front of us, it seems that the boiling emotions are none of them, and none of them.

I remember unexpected emotions, slight confusion.

"If so, what do we do?

A grin so slight that it caused tremor was further distorted by joy.

I wonder if people can laugh ugly by now.

Even though I was so impressed by the calm self somewhere in my head, I did feel more of another emotion boiling all over my body and rushing through to every single pore.

Definitely. This emotion.

This...

……

……

...... cheer (...) joy (...).

My soul trembles at the emotions of unbearable joy.

Over his time with Halvard.

Still don't stop walking against me. Sunla also keeps putting up with Eagle Deep without being slight.

One more step.

Pack the time without hesitation.

Step by step.

Cross the line of my long sword.

As soon as I reached out, I approached the distance I could reach, where I finally stopped walking.

The gaze of the guy looking down and my gaze looking up captures each other straight from the front.

A joyfully distorted grin and a joyfully filled grin.

Just like Sunra, I also have a distorted grin on my boiling urge.

How much I've waited for this moment.

How anxious I was to fall in love with this moment.

"I can finally kill you."

"Cover it up. Young man."

The wind stopped.

A flash of blank space in the atmosphere was the moment of birth.

It moved almost simultaneously with Sunla and me.

A vortex of magic swells up as if each other's magic exploded, drawing spirals and standing up plays each other. The atmosphere, pressured by momentum, blows the debris around us.

A body filled with fighting spirit gripped the pattern of a long sword faster than blinking, paying the sheath.

Concentrate the torsion of the whole body to just one point and cut the blade with all the strength of the body into reverse pieces.

An instant encounter.

Almost simultaneously the shaken down Halvard pattern and the blade belly of the long sword collide.

Just one thing.

Halvard and Longsword engaged on that one point.

Just centered on that one point, a heavy and fierce explosion struck me like I didn't think the metals were meeting with each other, and the impact, running through in concentric circles.

Long sword and halvard. Each other's weapons strike decently, smashing and scattering as if they were glass slammed against rock walls.

In an extremely sharp sensation, the metal particles are slowly scattered as shattered as sand.

A further shock breaks through the walls of the atmosphere roughly, hitting the surroundings as they scream further fury.

Your arms flow out when you lose each other's fortunes.

Pupils that firmly identify each other's goals increase heat as splashing metal particles dance through the air.

The pattern that remained in my palm broke.

Grasp your fist even harder and put your strength into it.

Fists and fists meet, and they are different.

A fist struck down and a fist swung up were slammed into each other's sides at the same time.

The impact as if the top were blown out of his jaw punches through his brain.

My back teeth are pressed and my vision is blinded.

"Ahhhhhhh!

He resists such a shock with temper, pushing his whole body forward and pushing his received right fist further into the back.

I couldn't stand the load and the ground at my feet sank in.

Bones snap. Every single muscle of a fractured muscle screams intolerably.

"Ahhhhhhh!

Even though all over his body was damaged by the recoil of his own power, he swung his right fist through as much as he could think of.

Sunra's body loses momentum and flows sideways.

"Ahhh!

Step forward even louder, make sure you receive the flowing Sunla position, and slap your left fist into the flank.

The ground breaks around the stepped scaffold, rolls up and protrudes.

Left fist crushes the armor that wraps around him and decides into the back of his flank.

From above the guard where Sunla stood her arms forward, she slammed her big fist in with all her strength.

"Argh! Argh!

"Gu!?

Magic plays, blast goes wild.

Sunra's body blew wide backwards as she felt the aftermath of the fierce force rush through to the rear.

It blows up the remnants of the remaining pillars and is further slammed against the walls of the Demon King's Castle, buried on the other side of the earth smoke.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha"

Only his own rough breath lingers on the spot where he changed his appearance in a moment.

A fist shaking through the aftertaste of power is trembling.

In sight, the blown debris moved.

Contains a trembling mood for joy in violence and looks firmly and frontally up from under its rubble.

Sunra rises as the earthly smoke subsides.

From that look, the distorted grin had already disappeared.

"... who is it? You are."

From the sight of sword swallowing comes a deranged irritation.

Fierce anger. Anger. Disgruntled. Hate.

... That's fine.

That's fine.

It is those feelings that you have left for everyone that you should deeply and deeply engrave into yourself.

Otherwise, it doesn't make sense.

"Remember, Sunla"

Parental carelessness. Clan pride.

With all the thoughts of those who lived in this country, who lived in this country.

"Only you will never forgive me."

Life crushed by you.

Tomorrow you've trampled.

I'll beat you back.

"Whatever it is,... never"