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

The tip of the transfer, holding hands with Eyre, is the same as when he came in magical practice.

Near Lausandola, by the river that runs through the woods.

I watched him offer a brief silence, realizing that Eyre, who looked around with his hands, had just recently become the burial place for the four girls.

Downstream is upstream because it's annoying to have a rock bird and encount it after making a noise before the scratch.

I've come to Bardo and Adelaide without saying anything, and Eyre says he's in a hurry, so I want to get it done as soon as possible.

And he found a large stone, and sat on Eyre, and stood behind him, saying,

"Then I'm going to unseal it.

Eyre nodded, "Please," without looking particularly nervous.

While challenging the Seal and the Three Shadow Hounds, I want to avoid encounting with warcraft and demons, so connect my senses with “Darkness” to master the surrounding space for shadow transmission.

Come on, there didn't seem to be any dangerous creatures in the neighboring space, but as soon as something approached, I left my senses connected to "darkness”.

First of all, remove the magic of the phantom that I was wearing on Eyre.

Without the magic that was changing the color of my hair and eyes, my bright crimson hair with a mixture of gold began to shine in the sun, a little dizzy.

He narrowed his eyes and looked down at the Ilesmi-like [spell (rune)] behind Eyre's neck, casting a spell with his hands over it.

"Spell Expansion (Spell Ixpend)"

As the engraved [spell] glowed and fluttered his ragged hands up into the sky, the spells that made up the magic cast on Eyre were drawn out and floated in the air.

The magic that seals the magic of Eyre and the magic that traps and sticks to what eats magic is assembled in a polite configuration.

In that spell, I was going to look at it with a lot of caution, but it didn't look like I was being trapped.

It's a lot of honest composition magic for a radical underground organization-like "Black Tower" wizard to do?

Wonder, well, Eyre's strong luck must have been demonstrated.

I decided not to care and took the first magic.

"Cut."

Cut off the magical backbone stuck with what eats magic, and into that slightly open gap, place your magical fingers.

"Disassembly"

I untied the magic with my magical fingers so that I could untie the thread.

A glowing spell breaks down in the air so that the smoke disappears into the wind.

This should free the three Shadow Hounds.

Watching with vigilance, a large red and black catamari came out of a collapsing spell.

Uh-huh.

I don't know what to say, I can't think of a word for it.

It's a red and black, sprouty slime-like thing, but it has doggy nose tips, legs, ears and tails sticking out everywhere, and it's moving like a crack.

While you were magically trapped, three shadow hounds mixed up in a mess?

I really didn't like to touch it, so I checked again that nobody saw it, and then I grabbed the edge of the sole using “darkness," pulling it all the way down and throwing it away.

The big, heavy sole is about the size of an elephant, and falls a few steps beyond, let go by the "dark” hand.

She looked creepy and creepy again, and when she had goosebumps, the red and black snail hit her.

Where the movement is faster than the slime that counted earlier, but also.

What is this, a horror?

Construct defensive magic and cast spells while maintaining Spell Deployment.

"Firewall."

Unlike "", "the wall" is a defensive magic that unfolds entirely in one direction only.

The burning wall of flames that appeared in the air before me prevented the progression of a creepy object and burned itself juggly.

Having screamed from somewhere deaf, Sole hastily retreated and went into the shadows to escape, so I fell even deeper into the "darkness” than there and locked myself in.

Capture complete.

I'd like to see how the sole moves in the "darkness," if possible, but it doesn't seem like such a hippo.

The seal of Eyre, which (disassembled) the first magic, has become unstable, and the spell unfolding in the air is blinding.

It took a second magic.

"Disconnect."

Cut off the magical backbone that seals Eyre's magic, and put a magical finger in the gap just as it did earlier.

"Disassembly."

A carefully knitted piece of yarn loosens up when it does.

So for a few seconds, the magic that was on Eyre broke and disappeared.

At the moment of "disassembly", Eyre put his body around his forehead as if trying to endure something, but suddenly stood up when the magic disappeared completely.

Beard your arms wide, face to heaven.

Dragon Man (dragoon) growls abundantly.

I was overwhelmed by a strong voice that echoed directly into the back of my body.

And at the next moment, he was sprayed by a crimson flame, spraying from the boy's body at the same time as a growl.

To be precise, it was literally blown away by a gust of flames that had erupted in a volcanic eruption-like momentum.

I will evacuate to darkness before I am slammed to the ground.

And I took my sight to the ground and saw how Eyre was doing (hearing was not cloudy because hearing a roaring voice was going to overwhelm me again).

A fiery fire erupting from Eyre's tiny body is burning up as he wraps a vortex around it.

Apparently the clothes have burned out with that fire.

I saw my complexion from between the whirlwinding flames, so I moved the perspective I had placed in the front of Eyre backwards.

He was slowly changing his body in the midst of a burning flame, howling heaven so that he could roar.

The little boy's body keeps growing.

The seal was unsealed, so I guess I'll go back to where I was.

Determining that he doesn't seem to need to serve in particular, he turns his eyes to the strangeness that is happening in the "darkness” as he watches to see if Eyre's cohesive flames will fly into the woods.

The earlier array, which was a gruesome horror slime, is turning into a black cocoon (mayu) in a while.

He spits red and black things out of the cocoon gap, eating “darkness”, which is a force itself, because it was originally a warcraft that eats magic (red and black things like smoke seem unable to remain present in “darkness" and are extinguished at the same time as being spit out).

It's like drinking clean water and trying to pull out a toxin.

If you stay in “darkness," you'll probably do something about this one on your own.

I wonder what I'm going to do with Eyre's clothes, but I wonder what's going to hatch from this black cocoon over here.

There is one cocoon, and will the three shadow hounds be a complete mix and one?

So even a three-headed dog (Cerberus) comes out?

He's the one who attacked me even when I slimmed away, so I also feel like he's going to attack me again as soon as I hatched, but I didn't want to crush him in a cocoon I couldn't move.

Well, if you get attacked, you'll probably figure it out.

Eggs and cocoons that don't know what's going to happen are exciting.

Eir's flame subsides first, or the black cocoon hatches first?

Relaxing and watching, Eyre, who appeared to be a young man in his early twenties, lowered the flame first and fell on one knee disappointed by a rough breath, so he decided to return to the ground.

Oh?

Soon, he puts together an unrecognizable deep red armor and cape.

You don't have to worry about your clothes.

"Eel, Daijbu? You need anything?

Eyre, who sat down looking terribly tired, looked at this one slowly as she spoke.

Ooh...

I have a beauty.

In a pitiful beauty, you have lovely eyes with long discolored cuts.

But looking at how he looked, Eyre reached out his arm and offered his hand.

"Rio..."

I hope you don't just call me by my name that way in the voice of a young man who has passed the voice-over period.

Or is that pose "your hand"?

... Ah. No. Okay.

Just because you don't have enough magic, it's a pose for.

My body has returned, but my magic recovery is lagging behind.

I mean, you're going to have to cut off your fingertips again.

I'm getting used to this flow.

"Wait a minute -" I pulled out my dagger, and Eyre, who was sitting tight, suddenly moved.

I wake up on one knee and grab my hand with a dagger and pull it all the way.

The power was stronger than I thought, and I fell toward Eyre, lightly out of balance.

The moment I thought it was dangerous, I dropped the dagger in my hand into “darkness," so no one got hurt.

Landing in the form of a sitting on Eyre's lap, I hit him in the butt and groaned in dull pain, as he was a sturdy armor to put together.

... Ugh. I did something stupid.

I should have taken refuge in “darkness” myself with every dagger, but for now all I had in mind was to keep the blade away.

"Rio? Did you get hurt?!

Saying with some haste, Eyre said, "Where did you hurt yourself? What happened to the dagger?" and try to find it.

I said, "Daijibu. It just hurt to bump my butt," he replied, telling me that the dagger had been moved to a safe place and looked at Eyre with a slightly angry eye.

"Suddenly what? It's dangerous, right?"

"You're the one who's in danger!

Eyre, who shouted, did his best there.

Hold me on your knees with your arms and squeeze your back together.

I knew I was running out of energy.

"I was just trying to cut my finger. You need magic, right?

Speaking of which, he scolded me in a harsh tone.

"Don't let a woman try to hurt herself.

... I can't show that care at a time like this, but I think so.

You're the one who's been biting me in the first place, aren't you?

"If that's your responsibility, I'll take it anytime.

It was a snake.

It's Daijibu.

It's healed without a trace already.

"Right... Were there any wounds left?

See, it's intact - when I show my hands, I say that in a breathtaking voice.

"... too bad.

Stuffed and crushed.

No, no, no.

I'm glad it healed beautifully.

"More than that, Eyre. Is it magic just to stick around?

"The magic of a creature flows toward what is pointing to consciousness.

You know me now, don't you?

Slowly, but your magic is pouring towards me.

At the end of the explanation, Eyre took a breath of fu and pulled out his shoulder strength.

The efficient way of magic is just to say "drink magic along with blood from the wound," and even if you're just touching over cloth or armor, they can do it somewhat.

That's right, I nodded, Eyre will recover quickly. Okay, I was quiet thinking.

Nevertheless.

Till I got to the tip, it was tiny enough to put me on my lap, even though Eyre was the one.

It seems kind of weird that the physical difference has been completely reversed.

Earl, who seems to have recovered after a while, laughed mischievously and said.

"Rio, you know the most efficient way of magic?

What came to mind when asked was Aida, a thunderous superior spirit who lived in a legendary weapon [shapeless fangs], who looked beautiful and whose contents were shame.

She showed me two ways to do magic, but I chose to do it by blood, and the other dismissed it as "out of the question".

"You don't have to tell me because I don't want to hear it.

Say what Eyre is, you know, then let me tell you how to be efficient next, and keep going.

You can't tell me. Okay, I gently gave it back. I put my finger on my jaw, and I whispered, "Don't hesitate." I turned up.

Eyre and his gaze fit.

His eyes from close quarters are, perhaps, extraordinarily clean from what I've ever seen, red and gold.

For a moment, though I could see it.

"The second best way to do this is to crush it.

Keep your hands up and slap your lips slowly down as you say.

Eyre was never surprised by my reaction, which moved reflexively.

Under the palm of my hand, I feel those lips smile faintly.

The force of the arms that hold your body is loose, and your lips move slowly.

Did you see my reaction by giving me the means and time to reject it while approaching to be played?

Something I had felt somehow before came to my mind with clear words when I saw the spare time, and I said it in a voice that was going to happen, driven by the rage that had awakened me.

"Eel. Don't try to take me in.

Speaking with his hands down, Eyre smiled away at me sometime in a togetherness.

"Because you helped me to be imprisoned by a wizard?

Because I bit you in the hand?

Because you said you wouldn't have a sword against me?

Or have you inherited it as the royal family of dragon men with "first-source fire," because of a lot of inheritance?

I shake my neck to the side to stop Eyre from opening her lips.

The first anger I felt lost momentum, and somehow, I was saddened.

With a lower voice than ahead, continue the words slowly.

"I didn't ask you because you wanted to tell me the answer.

Just, Eyre. Think about it.

My hope is to return to the original world with Heavenly Sound.

That's all.

I'll make a move looking for a way home, but I'm not willing to stick my neck in the circumstances of this world.

So even if they try to "protect" me at Eyre's convenience, I don't nod.

And above all.

"It's no good to be cottoned like this as just a means.

As I said, I grabbed my finger, which remained on my jaw, and pulled it down.

I'm not a grown up "woman" enough to accept one for reasons that aren't love or love, by reason or calculation.

I can't afford to play with that kind of play, and I don't have enough experience to make it lighter.

Eyre took his arm, so he stood up and left.

Hear the cool tone of the water flowing through the river and breathe deeply.

As a result, I was conscious of the rough feelings even when I was offering.

Eyre said to me, scrubbing and keeping my back turned.

"Rio. I did not try to touch it as a play or just a means.

But if you feel uncomfortable, I apologize.

I'm sorry, there was no color to try to fool around with the voice, it was just quiet and straight.

I felt sincere apologies there and my head got a little cold.

And when my head started working a little, I thought of fu.

"Eyre, if you're wary that my powers are dangerous.

"Darkness." If I were to take the reins, I would take the lead off the road.

Eyre, slowly standing up, looks down at me as I turn around.

Long skinny body with deep red armor and cape.

He is a dragon man prince with “first-source fire” and one of the next emperor candidates of the Van Grey Empire.

He says he is now in a whirlpool of life-saving troubles with another candidate for the next emperor.

One with all sorts of thoughts and potentially troublesome circumstances.

But.

I said not to point the sword at me, I can believe that word.

Besides, I know a lot of things I don't, and most importantly, I haven't heard the rest of the story about the second generation of brave men.

Face up and stare into those eyes, for a beat.

Dokun, and stomached while his heart beat once, he said.

"Can you be my guide?