Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

Black forest.

It is a forest zone that occupies the northeast of the Belgian continent and a nest of demons.

Every few decades, a phenomenon called stampede occurs, and tens of thousands or tens of thousands of demons overflow outside the forest.

The country destroyed by it cannot be counted, and the people of the Belgian continent are afraid of the black forest.

- But today, an end was about to be struck to that history.

"Whatever is shaped will soon perish. I will 'soon' be 'now'."

Fioria slowly stroked her long hair up, pointing to the sun with its thin fingers.

Around her, particles of light sparkle.

It spreads as it rotates, illuminating the depressed black forest from the inside out.

Judge brilliantly, burn the heavens to the earth.

The chant is exalted, but as harsh as the goddess tells the judgment.

"-" Staff of Implication and Divine Punishment (Armageddon) "

Ethereal domes stain with gold.

The earth roars violently.

The archangels held hands with each other and sounded majestic singing.

It is a hymn of doomsday, departing from the audible domain of man.

The Staff of Divine Punishment fell into the woods.

Photothermal heat until violent purifies, burns, and extinguishes a corner of every starch.

Not just once.

Uncountable wands of divine punishment descend upon the rain shower.

A clash of meteoroids, if you can.

Every second the earth was decided back, and shockwaves of crashes were born everywhere.

Shockwaves and shockwaves meet, uprooting and ravaging the black forest.

The end of the world must be this kind of landscape.

The judging star (the broom) returns the heavens and the earth to dust.

Approximately three minutes.

In just that amount of time, the Black Forest, which has threatened mankind ever since history, vanished without a trace.

The wilderness stretches beyond the horizon, everywhere, everywhere.

No, sir.

Fluffy and light particles pour out of the sky, and whenever they fall to the ground, a golden field is born there.

The Black Forest was being reborn into a glowing meadow.

A clear breeze blows and tickles Fioria's cheeks.

"May I ask you one thing, master?"

I cough up with Cohon, and Mohmov asks.

"Cerberus has told me where the witch is. No directions, no landmarks. … but when the forest is gone, there is no guide left."

"It's okay. This is an operation to smoke out witches."

"Why are you looking away, your husband? I don't suppose you got your usual illness."

"I'm healthy, though."

"It's a matter of heart.... you should ask while pretending to be my fur too. I'll give you an idea."

While accepting Fioria's body, Pough, Moffmoff begins to talk.

"Two months have passed since I fought the witch Beatrice. I gave them a prep period, and they should be tremendously ready. That's what I'm looking forward to, and I'm looking forward to, and I'm overdoing it.... That's the place, right?

"No Comments."

"I mean, you're right.... Don't you agree with Rex?

"I thought Lord Mohmoff was right."

Behind the left of Fioria.

Not at all the same as usual, one young man quietly refrains.

The black swallow tail suit has no wrinkles and looks like an extremely sharpened piece of art.

Lexuol Medias.

He is a more loyal butler than anyone, who has been serving Fioria for twenty years.

"What do you think of Lord Heinkel?"

"It's just like Rex. Hing must have ridden too much and added or subtracted it wrong. You're no different than you used to be....... hmm?

After answering, Heinkel puts his right hand on the temple.

Slightly pigmented blonde hair up and squeaks.

"Once upon a time?... Once upon a time, when?

Heinkel doesn't have memories older than five years.

Twenty years ago, it's on the other side of oblivion that I was meeting Fioria as a boy... but, or maybe, I'm remembering.

"……… Hmm."

And here stands another knight in armor, a beautiful knight.

Wyard Heathcliff.

Twenty years ago in the Holy Crusades, he was betrayed by his colleagues and driven to serious death injuries.

Afterwards, as per the letter of intimidation sent to the former Pontifical Agency.

Helped by a witch living in a black forest, she returned to the Belgian continent for revenge.

"That guy would be fine, well"

It wasn't the witch Beatrice who once helped Wyards.

In the Black Forest, another, another witch lives.

Its appearance and interior are completely separate from Beatrice's.

A serene old woman, the laid-back comfort of the Rakuten family.

While traveling through the countries of the East, I guess I'm tongue-in-cheek at the gourmet everywhere.

There is no chance that he is inadvertently caught up in the Divine Punishment Cane... but he also feels like he is surviving.

"…… Hmm?

Second, something shook up on my neck.

It's a pendant handed to the old lady when we broke up.

Purple crystal cut out into a positive octahedron.

When there was a crisis looming in Wyards, it was a magic item to let me know about it.

Almost reflexively, jumping back.

That saved his life.

"Huh!?

The Next Moment.

Without any foreshadowing, a brunette appeared.

Witch Beatrice.

That outing is not the usual robe look.

Beautifully decorated dress.

The design closely resembled the Virgin's costume, as Fioria had wrapped around it.

However, only the colors are different.

Not clear pure white, like smearing everything, dark.

On your right, a wide range of swords.

The form is exactly the same as the holy sword, but the blade wraps darkness around the abyss.

Beatrice puts her sword from left to right.

A flash broke Wyard's neck - but he shrugged it on paper.

"Oh, already! So irritating!"

Beatrice moves on to the next attack with a frustrating look.

He shook his dull blonde hair and slashed her to Wyards twice, three times.

"………………!?

On the side of defense.

In terms of pure sword moves, Wyards may be higher, but Beatrice is overwhelming me.

Weapon difference.

Beatrice's black sword possessed an unusual nature.

When the blade tip touches it, darkness erodes from it, eating and breaking everything.

With just one cut, Wyardo's sword rotted off about inside.

What would happen if I could slash my body? The possibility blunts his movements.

"Don't avoid it! -" Demon King's Demon Hand (Jerus) "!

In response to Beatrice's chant, countless hands reached out from the shadow at his feet.

It takes Wyard's body and pushes him into an inescapable crisis.

"I got it............!

The blade of darkness approaches the neck.

On the verge of that.

"- Your opponent, isn't he me?

A storm blew Beatrice away.

"Wiald, you don't have enough training. Though I'd like you to take it lightly."

"… our apologies"

"I'll show you an example. Learn well."

Fioria's voice was never anything to blame.

Rather, it is even overflowing with the warmth of teaching.

"Rex, Heinkel. You, too. … I look forward to climbing this height."

"... I understand."

"Let's worry."

"That's a good reply. -So."

Fioria facing back to the front.

Beatrice is on her knees on the ground, and naturally, her gaze is up here.

"Stand up, witch. I gave you a prep period of two months, so you're gonna entertain me, right?

"Oh, don't lick it!

With anger, darkness could play.

Beatrice fleshed to Fioria in an instant as she multiplied her physical abilities by magic. Still that momentum, slap it like a body hit.

"That's not bad."

Fioria pulls out the holy sword sol and responds.

Slashing flashes intersect, each time light and dark particles cause a pair of extinctions.

The situation was antagonistic… No.

"This...! You can't lose to you alone!

"Pass, Beatrice. If darkness also reaches its extremes, it will emit a glow that reaches the light. I learned one thing."

Beatrice strikes with determination, while Fioria still has an extra look. I don't even have a structure.

"I recognize your sword. I wonder if Howl III had the Holy Sword."

"Who teaches!

"Then let's take the liberty of matching our answers. The power of the Holy Sword was originally exhausted in the battle against me. You recovered it and dyed it with the magic of darkness. No?"

"Huh…………!

"You've got a reply on your face, Beatrice."

"Shut up! - Yes, I pulled you out and retrieved the Sacred Sword! I smeared him with dark magic! This is not the Holy Sword anymore, it's the Devil's Sword! This will reach you! I can kill you! You didn't even predict it, this development! Zamaami!

"Thanks for the answer. Now, shall we match your answers?"

For the first time here, Fioria turned to offense.

Playing Beatrice's flash with the sword of his right hand, he reached out his left hand as he stepped into his nostrils.

With his thin fingers, he lifts her jaw.

While still listing a glass of wine.

"Holy Sword, no, I'm glad you used the Devil's Sword so well. Your strength seemed to make it difficult to fight each other."

"What, so............!?

"Not only did you prevent the Wrath of the Thunder Emperor (Judgment), but you also prevented the Thunder Sword (Astraire). Then I think it's okay to have one of your rewards."

Beatrice's ear.

With a voice as sweet as a demon, Fioria whispers.

"Besides, even you want to have enough resentment, don't you? 300 years of anger, hatred, sadness… cage everything in the Devil's Sword. Reward and atonement, all after it's over."

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up! Don't look down on me! The Judgement of the Evil God!

Breaking through the earth, the running of darkness stripped fangs to heaven.

It's a condensed negative cry to the extreme.

Spread the curse and decay to try to smear the presence of Fioria.

"…… Is this the extent?

But it doesn't arrive. It doesn't extend. It doesn't end up disgracing the golden goddess.

Fioria was on the verdict of the Evil God with one left hand.

Dark floods are slowly becoming compressed.

It was round, round, and spherical in the palm of his hand.

The power of darkness pushed and consolidated by high density.

A regular person would just touch it and his whole body would rot and lose his life in no time.

"You should be a child who can do more, Beatrice. Be more serious."

Fioria grabbed the dark sphere and let it hang in front of Beatrice's eyes.

Before the overwhelming power of light, darkness is not allowed to erode.

Rather, it's getting smaller and smaller.

- What the hell, they crushed me.

"Or maybe we should hunt him down a little more."

"Don't lick it, I'm telling you... Huh! -" Black Fog in the Underworld (Infernus) "!

With Beatrice screaming, the black fog wrapped around her.

It directly interferes with the enemy's magic, rather than having the same attack power.

Magic killer magic.

It is a trump card knitted for vs. Fioria.

"This is the darkness of ignorance. An abyss beyond the reach of light. … This is where you died, Fioria."

Beatrice can only strengthen her physical abilities while activating Black Fog in the Underworld.

But Fioria, on the other hand, is sealed of all magic.

If so, this one should be able to overwhelm due to the advantages and disadvantages of body specs.

But.

"Interesting magic. That's the witch, let me compliment you. This is a heartfelt compliment."

Fioria's expression doesn't break down.

With a tattooed appearance, he slashes Beatrice lightly.

"But I don't have enough fundamental strength.... I should have given you a year or so of respite."

Arms as swordsmen.

Fioria was trained by her mother, Flora, from a very young age, and since then she has also exorcised demons in her territory.

I have slaughtered dragon species with only pure sword moves, not force pushes relying on light magic.

Beatrice, on the other hand, has only been in the woods for 300 years.

Not once have you fought something decent.

The number of training fields that have fallen through is absolutely too different.

There was a difference that could not be filled to the point of taking away the magic.

Beatrice has much stronger arms.

So what happened?

The shock you get, all you have to do is flow from arm to leg.

I can cover it well enough with body surgery.

Beatrice moves much faster.

So what happened?

If you guide him a bit, such as the movements of immature combatants, you can fit in for a read.

It's a matter of technique.

"Why! Why, you can't kill me!

"I wonder if it's a gift of stacking difference, daily relaxed training.... On the contrary, what have you done for the last 300 years?

Originally Beatrice was a Virgin.

But shortly before he was executed as heretic, in a fierce conflict with the Pope at the time, he managed to escape into the Black Forest.

In deep despair, Beatrice awakens to the magic of darkness.

That's how I became a witch and lived 300 years to this day.

"What have you done," he said? It's settled! I've been accumulating strength to crush Monadism!

"It's good to accumulate power, but how exactly were you planning to destroy Monadism?

"That is……"

"You didn't think about it at all, did you? You look unplanned.... I wonder if he could have lost his vengeance in the first place. If you hate the Church at all, you could rather cooperate with me."

Anyway, Fioria is at the forefront of the elimination of the old religion.

But Beatrice was not Protestant; rather, he was on the side of an old religion that was supposed to have persecuted himself once.

Hand over the Holy Sword to Howl III to form an alliance of nations.

Isn't that too contradictory?

"Shut up! I'd rather die than join hands with you!

Beatrice peels her eyes off and says it back in an emotional tone.

"Yeah, that's right. I don't care about Monadism anymore! I hate you more than that! You don't care! You're the same Virgin! Even though he's a user of the Divine Punishment Cane! You were in conflict with the Pope! How can you not be like me!? That's not weird, it doesn't make sense!

"Shall I tell you why? At the end of the day, though, there will be no more escape routes."

With a sigh, Fioria begins to speak.

"I've already investigated you. After all, the lack of planning is deadly. It's the Virgin. Whatever is lifted, it's on you that you're treated heretically in one of the papal moods. You should have built a sympathy inside the papal administration. That would have made someone a jetty even in conflict with the Pope."

"Shut up! I like the outdoors. Don't say what you want!

"It's not an outfield. You and I are the same Virgin, aren't we? However, I intended to break Monadism from the beginning. I've moved for it. Is this the first difference? … next time. You didn't make use of the Divine Punishment Cane."

"That's not true! I was exorcising demons with the Divine Punishment Cane!

"That's sweet. If you really use the Staff of Divine Punishment, you'll be able to burn down the whole papal administration. Then you can negotiate by force. That's what I've done. … Finally, conflict with the Pope. I wish I had used the privilege of the Virgin to interrogate heretics anyway."

The privilege of the Virgin.

Among them is the phrase "in exchange for its own bankruptcy, to remove the Pope".

In fact, Fioria used this privilege when she confronted former Pope Marcos.

"But I can't believe the door is broken……………."

"I don't care what it is to be broken, but the magic of light doesn't go away. The Staff of Divine Punishment can be dropped at any time. Then you won't have much trouble with it, will you? That concludes the proof. This is the difference between you and me. Simply put, you weren't ready and brave enough."

"~ ~ ~ ~ ~!

At this time, Fioria was even thoroughly defensive.

Beatrice is the one who's attacking.

Despite this, it is the latter who has the expression of bitterness.

Argued directly from the front, I can't argue with it, I can only appeal to the sword.

"It's not like I knew the difference! I wish you were dead! Twenty years ago, because you instigated Annerose's little girl to poison her!... but why, why, you're alive! Die, die, die, die! Stay out of my sight! - He's gone!

It was no longer a screaming scream.

An emotional outburst accomplishes an inherently improbable breakthrough in limits.

Magic Killer - Beatrice's magic is activated, even under the influence of Black Fog in the Underworld.

Multiple chants in The Judgement of the Evil God (Elicer).

A dark snake breaks through the earth.

Sixteen in total, as surrounding Fioria.

It brought a sickle neck and pressed it together.

That's not all.

"The Sword of the Pluto."

Inject your life span and unlock the power of the Devil's Sword.

A glow as disastrous as a dark star floods evil, dragging the existence of Fioria to the bottom of the Underworld.

"Did, did………?

You run out of magic and the Black Mist of the Pluto is removed.

The wilderness was contaminated with rot and turned into a pink swamp.

There's no sign of Fioria there.

"I won. I won. You could have won! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Zami, are you going to lose to a little girl who's only been alive for 30 or 40 years? It feels good, yeah, it feels good! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

A laugh of victory.

Beatrice looks up to the sky as she feels daunted.

"……… Lies."

Power falls out of my knees.

A body that is about to collapse.

Instead of a wand, I managed to support The Devil's Sword.

Ahead of my gaze...

The despair for her was brilliant.

"It's not 40 years, it's 37. If you exclude the time you slept, you're only seventeen. Make no mistake there."

A golden-haired, golden-haired, gorgeous girl.

On the back, wings of light.

Like carrying the sun, I want to feather heavenly high.

"I have shown you everything you can do. It was really great. If it weren't for your mother's sword, it might have been dangerous."

Fioria raises her right-hand sword.

Holy Sword Sol Eustatia.

The brilliance is slightly weaker than usual.

It must have drained Beatrice quite a bit when he prevented her from attacking.

... but there was still room for Fioria's magic.

"Rejoice, your weeping ends here. I hope I can reborn and start over again."

The Staff of Divine Punishment is released.

Blurred light falls to purify the witch's soul.

Beatrice is no longer exhausted, nor can she be avoided.

Instead, he set up the Devil's Sword.

I'm just pointing the blade at my throat.

"I absolutely don't want you to kill me. If that's the case, I'll die myself.

Heaven refuses, and hell suits witches.

I dedicate this soul to the dark god of evil. "

- Before the light reached, the witch Beatrice lost her own life.