My sister-in-law has become a brave man.

Drawn on the floor in front of a man, it resembled the magic formations described in the [Black Bible (Noir Bible)].

"You tried to summon Reaper?

With his lips crooked to smile, he asked himself strangely in the same voice as usual.

The cold body could not move well as the blood frozen, so he used the “darkness” to stand up and tease him as he wrapped the vortex, moving his hands and feet like a puppet (marionette) and descending from the rubble heap.

Along the way, there was a clear junction that covered that space like a hall, so I let the "dark” eat it and erase it.

Thanks to this, we seem to have escaped the collapse of the [Hall of the Necromancer].

When the junction disappeared, there happened to be a crack in the stone floor and it began to collapse.

I held the girls sinking into permanent sleep in the four corners of the broken magic formation into the "darkness” as they twirled with a blanket.

Now no one can hurt you anymore.

"Oh, you...?!

The man in the black robe looks at me in a mixture of amazement and confusion, and he grips the cane back in his hand.

The pupils in his eyes were disturbingly flickering.

"That magic formation, it's wrong.

When I get down to the stable part of the scaffold, I reach out.

"There's too much blood in the sacrifice, so there's no such thing as a covenant Reaper.

I called the child, bound in chains and trapped in a cage, come, as I said.

Crossing “Darkness," I hear a tossy, light noise, hugging him as he falls into my arms.

Making a metallic noise, only the chains rolled in the cage of the teal.

"I'd also like to see Omae summon something crazy about blood and be torn to pieces.

In the arm.

The child's hand fluttered up and fell like tired on the way, grabbing my clothes faintly just touched.

"That would get this kid involved, too, so dismissed.

Climbing up a pile of collapsible debris, he said, "Wait! Rio!" and I heard Regrouza screaming.

If you want to stop, don't come.

I used “darkness” to break the rubble at its feet.

Regrouza flies back and avoids getting caught in debris that collapses more flashly than she thought.

The faintly irritated low voice called for a powerful horseman that would soon also fly, so he whispered “darkness” in the ear of the responding White Dragon.

"Get down," he said.

He is drawn back to consciousness by the ecstatic screams of the man in the black robe as he feels the white dragon stiff.

"No! The ritual was a success!! You are my Reaper!!

I see.

Do you want me to be Reaper?

Surely I have a power similar to that.

What do you know about the convenience of Omae?

"Where did these kids come from?

"Oh! Did you still like my offering!

He smiles arrogantly and points at the child in my arms.

"That sacrifice is the best blood on earth! The little girls are lower bitch orphans but still pure women!!

I somehow knew this man was crazy.

Still, I asked him if he had any clues as to the identity of the child.

If we can figure out who the girls are, we might be able to return the bodies to their families.

Thought so, though.

Girls the same age as Heavenly Sound.

And still young children.

The cold air that dominated his entire body rapidly disappeared, and fierce anger burned up against the man who sacrificed and laughed at them.

Blood seems to boil.

Light is lost from the world, and your whole body is hot.

That's it.

"Omae, it's better to perish.

“Darkness” stained with anger, but fangs.

A black flame explodes from my feet like a volcano erupts and hits a man.

The man, who apparently did not understand what was happening, exclaimed at the severe pain of putting aside a beat and getting his hands and feet skewered with the sword of darkness.

Do not inflict fatal injuries.

I won't allow you to lose consciousness.

Heavier pain than death alive.

I will never wake up again, suffering worse than the four of us.

And at the end of it, you just have to disappear to your soul.

Eaten by a passion hotter than a scorching sun, right after.

There's a black bracelet I've been wearing under my clothes ever since I found it in the treasure trove at the Royal Castle of the Kingdom of Iggex.

Ringing.

The sleeve of my clothes, which covered my left arm, collapsed and disappeared in an instant.

There are pitch-black wings, like bird wings, that snap from the bracelet.

The fierce “darkness” that pierces the man in the robe.

Wrapped me up and I was burning up. Angry “darkness”.

Like a black hole, it drinks indefinitely.

As it echoes from the abyss of the night, whirring.

I had no wonder and no fear of being suddenly deprived of my power without knowing it.

The bracelet, and the black wing that flicks from it, is somehow familiar, loving.

I heard myself and not myself crushing voices, far away.

Were you here...?

Drinking all the angry “darkness," other than what was wrapping the girls, the bracelet stopped ringing.

Then one wing, which was heavily twisted, was scattered with a thin glass making a crushing sound.

It disappears as it falls like snow, in black wings.

Also, I went back to being just a black bracelet.

I sit on the spot with my child in my arms, stripped of my passion along with "darkness”.

Then, on a strangely quiet spot where only the voice of a crazy man falling on the floor and crying and clinging something up, he cursorily looked at me realizing that Legruza was a few steps away.

Instead of him, White Dragon.

That's right.

You followed your husband beyond your fear of me.

Isn't that Eli?

"... Rio. Now, the power.

This is the end of my journey with him, who looks at me with a sharp eye.

He used “darkness” in anger, hurting the creature as he wished.

Yes, I didn't tell him, use “darkness."

If you just have it, though, you might still have been able to stay by your side.

I used it the wrong way.

That, the price.

regrouza

"If I really was the second demon king, what would I do...?

I understood a few seconds late what I had spoken, even though my sharp blue eyes were opened to amazement.

I wonder what you want.

What do you want me to say after I show you this place?

I can't talk about people.

Me too, I'm very arrogant.

If you think so, all of a sudden.

All kinds of emotions come up at once, and I don't know what to do.

My head is so white that I don't even know what I'm thinking.

"Sorry, dude."

With a sifting voice, like a twinkle.

"About me, let me pass."

That's all I said, I crossed the “dark” with the child in my arms.