Soul Eater of the Rebellion

That was, without a doubt, the worst night of my life for Wisteria.

Even though it is only the end of a nightmare to be deprived of one's body by an evil spirit (daemon), it was so painful that it was slashed, struck, kicked, poked - by something that overwhelms that evil spirit - that there is nowhere unharmed.

Wisteria, who has fought numerous demons and spirits as the lead swordsman, is resistant to physical pain. But what reason this opponent's attack is based on, it hurts not only the body, but the spirit as well. Every time I was slashed, the feeling of the important things in me being shredded was hard to exhaust to my brush tongue.

And it was the evil spirit who had left the body of Wisteria alone that suffered more than its wisteria.

Wisteria, who was half-fluxed with the evil spirits, could have felt the consternation, anguish and anger of the evil spirits beforehand. No, I was swallowed up by the emotions of a boiling evil spirit rather than feeling it.

Flirted, stirred, and pushed away by emotions that are not my own. Wisteria had to endure so that her presence could not disappear.

It might have been easier if I'd lost my mind, but I don't even have the freedom to lose my mind on myself in tune with the evil spirit. As long as the evil spirit resists, so does Wisteria.

The resistance of the evil spirits continued until dawn.

After a battle that lasted all night, the evil spirit was torn apart four feathers, ripped off two tails, shattered his claws on his hands and feet, and bent his limbs in an unspoilt direction. The figure, which can only be described as miserable, shows, on the contrary, the bottom line of the evil spirit. If they hadn't done this, they wouldn't have stopped the resistance.

Speaking of terrible life force, more terrifying than that would be those who caught up with evil spirits. Dark-haired humans have no scratchy wounds, and look down at the evil spirit (wisteria) who fell with an arrogant face.

At this point, the consciousness of evil spirits torn apart by a thousand (chi) was on the verge of extinction. Wisteria must have been able to take her body back if she had any leeway.

But there couldn't have been room left in Wisteria (something like that). Because ever since Andorra was banished, he searched for divine beasts in the unfamiliar desert while suppressing evil spirits (demons) that became more and more powerful every day, subdued his spirit to his human counterparts, and finally beaten all evil spirits.

A human is pointing a black sword at Wisteria. I think Wisteria fumbles, feeling a clear death at the tip of it.

I wonder if this young man is the incarnation of the divine beast.

If you think about it, you can also convince yourself of the ability to deviate (say) the opponent's regular track. I can also explain why I couldn't find it no matter how much I searched for the Divine Beast in the desert.

Even if this assumption was wrong, I'm pretty sure this human has the power to defeat evil spirits. If so, the result is that I can serve my purpose - to destroy the evil spirits (demons) that have nested from the ground up.

With that in mind, Wisteria's consciousness fell into darkness. Feeling the groaning of evil spirits right around the corner......

Then, how much time would have passed?

I can hear the chirping of a tung and a little bird from somewhere. A faint leafy sound swayed his ear (jitter) as he chanted in its chirp.

The wind blowing through the gaps in the trees is calm, passing through his cheeks as he strokes.

They reminded Wisteria of their hometown (Andorra) forest. Tranquillity that I have never felt since I was banished to the desert fills my chest (today).

It is in the mountains located east of Berca. It used to be a place where some dragon killer used Wingbeast (Wyburn) to hide it from people, but of course Wisteria has no reason to know (okay).

The silver-haired elf grasped the situation in which he was placed. I feel like I've been having some very, very bad nightmares, but I can't remember what that is, no, I don't want to. I wanted to be in this tranquility for a little while now.

- But such a whispering wish is crushed by fine dust (mince) at the next moment.

"If I wake up, I think I should check my surroundings."

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The moment I heard that voice, Wisteria, lying on the ground, jumped like a springy doll. As soon as I recognized the brunette youth ahead of my gaze, last night's event flashes and runs through my back of my brain.

Wisteria, who instantly remembered the situation in which she was placed, tried to lag behind to distance herself from her opponent.

and the movement triggers, until then the robe covering Wisteria's body falls to the ground clearly.

All the clothes that Wisteria wore were lost last night when she mutated into a foreign form. Now the robe that fell to the ground belongs to someone other than Wisteria. Aside from whose it belongs, if the robe falls to the ground, there's nothing to hide Wisteria's body from.

Later all that remained was one elf exposing himself to what he was born to be.

"-!?

Wisteria's face stains bright red in an instant. I knew it wasn't the case, but I couldn't even feel the shame (of it) gushing up.

But the shame didn't last long. For astonishment above shame struck Wisteria.

Wisteria looked down at her body once again. Unscratched skin. Last night, all that slaughter left no marks (or even marks).

No, above all, the body in sight belonged to me (the elf). There is no beast hair growing in my arms. I don't have scales on my legs. The hook claw (calf claw), which was extended at the tip of the hand and foot, is also back in its original shape.

Wisteria clasped her hands on her face. Then he touches his cheeks with both hands, his lips, his nose, his forehead, in turn.

All of that was my natural face. There is no ugly beast surface left anywhere.

"..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................."

Whimpering (snapping) leaked from her shapely lips. Before the unexpected gospel (Fukui), I'm going to forget the situation and get into the spot.

At that time, the youth flickered. If you look, the youth is distracting themselves from Wisteria with some seemingly awkward face.

"Pick up my robe. It's a poison in the eye."

"Huh............ ah!?

Wisteria, who returned to me with a word from her opponent, hastily picked up the robe that was falling to the ground. Of course, there's nothing like a youth attacking you multiplying it.

Wisteria, who then hid herself naked in her robe, confronted (often) the youth once again.

I'm frowning because I didn't know what to look like.

Apparently, there's no intention of hurting this one on the youth. Wisteria thinks so. There's no reason to miss the gap now if you're going to, and you could have acted as much while this one was asleep in the first place.

On the other hand, I don't even think he helped me with pure kindness. Naturally. In which world is there a fondness for kindly helping those who have mutated into evil spirits (demons)?

Lost in the action to be taken, Wisteria patrols.

However, whatever their thoughts may be, it is undoubtedly because of the youth that the body that was left alone by the evil spirits has been restored. I have to thank you for that. That's what I thought, when Wisteria tried to flaunt her mouth.

"Do you know the word" homologous "?

In advance of Wisteria, a young man turns to the question.

Wisteria, who heard it, was lost in reaction for a moment, but immediately responded to her intentions never.

"... No, unfortunately I've never heard of it"

"Hmm. Then what are you calling last night's arr?

"... evil spirit (daemon) and that's what I call it"

After responding to another inquiry, Wisteria now threw the inquiry from her own side.

"There's something I'd like to ask you. Do you mind?

"I don't mind. I don't know if I can answer that."

"That's fine."

Here Wisteria put her right fist against her left chest and drooped her head slowly. It is a salute to the Andorra Swordsmen.

"My name is Wisteria. I want you to tell me your name, O devil spirits who nest in us."

The young man questioned blinked his eyes with a decent face. Probably the content of the inquiry wasn't what I expected.

Slightly, the youth responded with a slight shrug of shoulders.

"It's Sola."

"Sola...... then let me call you that"

Once, he snaps his opponent's name so that it rolls in his mouth, and then Wisteria stares at the youth - Sola - once again.

Wisteria was remembering last night late. Before the demon god was still in the world, when he found things in the hedge that people had to be.

The signs are still wrapped in colour and sora.

Intimidating enough to make your body tremble just watching. And even that intimidation is much smaller than it was when we were fighting demon gods.

Wisteria grabbed both fists all the time so that the other person wouldn't notice. And once again, slowly flicker your mouth so that your voice doesn't tremble.

"Sola. Many thanks for freeing me from evil spirits. I'll take care of that. What is your purpose? With your power, slaying me for every evil spirit shouldn't have been made-up. I don't even think you had a reason to help me with hostility. Nonetheless, this is how you set up the opportunity to talk to me. Is that for some reason?