The picturesque rice cakes are delicious today

"This is... damn!

Laocles blued slightly, then immediately, kicked one of the people who had fallen on the floor of the store.

Then the person groans and rolls to the floor.... In the person's hand, there is a black stone.

Does that mean this black haunt, the kind of summoner?

"You still got it!

Raocles shouted that way, shaking the raw ham and beating him to the black haunt. Do you know him?

... but that's all. Raw ham is buried at the foot of a black haunt, then... disappears, as if swallowed up in that black darkness.

Gone. Raw ham, gone.

Until just now, the raw ham that was as reliable as this stick that the mythical Hercules used to beat the people in the store disappeared lightly. The raw ham has disappeared as if it had melted from the middle.

When I was shocked by the sight... the haunting moved.

Haunted lifts up something like that hand, and... loosens up, and waves down.

Then the place where Laocles was until a moment before that... suddenly disappeared.

It disappeared. The wreckage of the ceiling that should have been there, the scattered merchandise, the floor. It all disappears softly, and there's just a hole in there where the ground has been decided.

... What the hell, this guy.

While I'm at the sight, Laocles moves on to the next attack.

When one of the guests took the axe he had, it slashed him into a black haunt.

... For a moment, the axe looked glowing. But that's it... for a black haunt, I could have something like a cut, but that, too, gets blocked right away. It's like when I cut a soft cake. Cut or not, it sticks right up.

"Damn, you can't even do this...!

Laocles began to concentrate on something with an axe as he pounded his tongue.

But while I'm at it, the haunts are reaching out again. That hand will now be waved down for Laocles.

I hurried and threw what was there toward the haunt.

Kettle shards. It's like a knife blade. Stone. Not sure. Wood-carved statue.... Throw something like that, but haunts don't even react to tingling. And every thing I throw at you disappears, hitting a haunted body or no, trying to be taken in by a haunted body. It's with the raw ham from earlier.

Still, I kept throwing things. There's nothing else I can do. It wouldn't make much sense that you put out the picture material and built the wall right now, because they're going to erase whatever that haunt is. Then at least make sure your haunted hands turn this way, not Laocles...

... that was then.

Eh, and the light lights up.

The light was leaking out of my hand. What I tried to throw was... I loaned it to Faye for magic practice, and it looked a lot like that candlestick.

Puzzle, I hear voices. That, apparently, came from a black aunt.

That, before I think about it, haunts crawl like trying to distance themselves from me...

"There!

There, a raocles axe roared.

Next time, the axe shines strong. A chisel, and something sounds like a blast... the axe moves well and rips off a haunted body.

Eh, and the blood splash flies.

"... damn"

Haunted, it seems, was aimed at Laocles' feet at the same time that they were cut. Some of Laocles' thighs are missing like they were scratched, and there's blood all over them.

Laocles won't be able to walk anymore. It should also be difficult to go on offense.

Furthermore, the haunting that Laocles was supposed to have cut was getting back on track again.

Relax.

... This was the first time I had ever seen a moment when a person would get hurt, although I had healed Faye's injury.

That was a much worse sight than I thought. Seeing such a terrible sight, I'm blurred that, yes, people bleed this way.

"Hey, you run!

Laocles said so, sheltering the wound.

That's what he says, so I guess I better run. The store is already full of holes. Laocles kicked through the door. A hole in the wall where the black haunt has been erased. I can get away from anywhere.

... but.

I think if I run away, maybe I'll regret it for the rest of my life.

"... because I'll make sure it doesn't bother you"

The haunt, this time not Laocles, is about to wave down at me. I looked up at it and... I held it in my hand, "The Candlestick," and held it back hard.

When I shed my magic consciously in the candlestick, it lighted a strong light.

... When the light comes on, the black haunt startles me and pulls in the hand I was shaking up.

When I turn off the light, this time I reach out and start reaching again, but when I turn on the light again, I pull in.

...... yeah.

I knew this guy didn't like the light.

I don't like the light, so I think the attack worked when Laocles' axe glowed. Then, because I don't like the light, this haunt frightened me by the glowing candlestick.

... then it's easy. I know how to beam out of this candlestick.

That would surely be an attack that would work well for black haunts.

I removed the seal on my wrist and slipped it into my pocket.

Then, the candlestick light becomes obviously stronger. When I turn that light to you, the black haunt becomes more and more uplifted, shrunk, and grown up.

And then... patience, that's it. Patience the magic. And... endure the impending haunt.

I hold the candle in my left wrist with my right hand. [M]

And like Faye did to me, he stopped the magic there.

"..."

I knew I couldn't get used to this feeling. Nodding, groaning, helplessly restless.

Patience, though. Sig in, sig in, I have to get it out all at once. I even put up with it.

Puzzle, and raise your voice like angry, and a black haunt stretches out your body. The light is not lit because we are in the midst of patience right now. It would be a great opportunity to target me. [M]

"Hey! Run!

I heard Laocles, but still, it's patience.

Patience, patience, patience even if a black haunted hand is swung up in front of me, patience still even if the muzzle swells up inside my body, patience even if the muzzle is coming... and a black haunted hand approached me, then.

I fired a beam from a candlestick.

Eh, and I saw the sky.

The beam pierces the black haunted torso and makes a big hole there in an instant. On the other side of the open hole, I saw the sky near dusk.

... The haunt looked down at his body with holes in the light, and then he started screaming again.

The hole in the haunted body does not appear to be blocked inside. On the contrary, the hole is widening so as to melt the twitch and haunt!

Light. With light, we can defeat that haunt!

I swallow everything and erase it, because that haunt, it's not invincible!

The black haunt twisted his body like he was angry, and then he glanced at me.

I set up a candlestick with Laocles on my back.

"If you can eat, do it!

You see what I'm saying, the haunts are staring at me like I'm angry, and still they're not attacking us.

The haunt stares at us for a little while... then stretches out of the store and tries to escape.

Shit, this haunting, you can't let me out of town, that's when I thought.

Wow, I get cheers from outside the store. And then, geez, the ringing. Feathers. The sound of a blaze and flames burning.... and.

Looking up, across the collapsed ceiling, there was a red dragon flapping in the sky and a fay on the red dragon.

"Hey! I lost my way, but the big fat ass came out! That's a good landmark!

Faye's light mouth was reliable now.

"Faye! This haunts me, I don't seem to like the light!

"Light no? Sorry, I can't even use the magic of light!

Faye laughs at the pieces...... and gives a reliable grin.

"But glow. I mean, look at the flaming family!

With unscrupulous rhetoric, the Red Dragon exhales flames.

The flames shine strong and strong, redder and stronger than the sunset, illuminating the surroundings.

"How about that! You're brighter!

The flame that the Red Dragon threw up was definitely very effective. Black haunts, by flames, shrivel to melt.

Haunted never ceased to try to escape. Town.

... but there, the fiery wolf barks. Flaming bird wings.

By Faye's subpoena, the black haunt is completely besieged and eventually unable to escape.

"All right! Todome!

And finally, before the Red Dragon spits the flame... the beam I was preparing completely melted away the black haunt.

"He was so cool in the corner, he took the todome."

Faye came down to the ground saying so, and there he found me and... Laocles, who were badly injured.

"Wow... is that okay?"

"I have stopped the bleeding..."

I couldn't find the bandage right away, so they're letting me replace the shirt Laocles was wearing with a bandage.

But from the part where my thighs have been choked, I can't stop overflowing with blood.

"This... Hey, Togo. I'll take care of it. You just start drawing."

"Yeah."

Faye talks fast. Helpful. I quickly came out with the picture material and started painting Laocles' thighs.

"Hey, what..."

"Laocles, shut up and watch. Your husband is like this."

I'm going to do a quick bottom drawing on the drawing paper.

With a pencil, he takes the full claw of Raocles's body, takes the shape of his body, and shades it there all the time, right from the top, and colors it. I'm already used to the colour of Raocles' skin. Over and over again, because I draw laocles with watercolor coloring.

... I tried not to see much of the real thing about the colors. Because Laocles was losing more and more blood, and by doing so, his blood was getting worse and worse. So use his colors as they are in your memory.

This time, it's the thighs that I draw in, especially consciously.

How the muscles on the thighs tense, the skin pulled by the bones, the exuberant flesh, how the shadows fall.

Aware of that stuff, I even drew it.

The actual laocles' thighs are either bandaged or have stopped the bleeding by pressing the shirt as it is already. So reference the other leg and even draw it.

... I deduce and draw shadow conditions and muscle structure as I flip left and right legs in front of me in my head. This was the unexpected, difficult task. It's very difficult not to draw as you see it.

"Hey...... are you willing to heal me?

"Whoa. You got it. That's the thing. Make yourself comfortable."

Laocles looks a little troubled and bewildered as he looks at me.

"I can leave you alone. If you're a slave, buy another guy."

"Oh, no."

I refused the words I didn't understand, and I kept moving my brush.

... Fine, it's a cluttered way of drawing. Watercolor-colored pencil dessert, rather than like a rough painting. Not enough drawing at all. I was so worried that it would be okay to draw in such a cluttered way... but I was conscious there and instilled magic.

I also practiced a little magic control. I hope it works. I want it to work. No, we have to do it well.

The horse was as good as this. So, in Laocles. 'Cause it would be weird if I didn't.

... and I finally finished the painting.

Awesome, tired. I'm so tired that I want to fall asleep now.

But... well, no. I healed Laocles' wound.

Laocles' wounds were healed safely. I drew it in a hurry, but for now, I could stop the blood and connect Laocles' life.

"How's it going? Is there anything weird about that?

"... somewhat powerless in the foot, but... enough"

Oh, they're not completely back in function. This is a reflection. I wonder what that means. Is it because I didn't draw enough after all?

"All right, tired, Togo. You can go to sleep now."

Faye cares and slaps me gently on the back. I want you to stop. Because when they do that, they get sleepier.

"No, it's still a little..."

I walk away from Faye... in the wreckage of the store.

The store was already completely desolate and almost like rubble... but you care.

Sword.

... because it must be buried somewhere.

I told Faye what I was looking for and asked Faye to look with me. Then I asked Laocles properly. 'Can I look for that sword'.

... Then Laocles started looking for me with him. So we all start looking in the rubble together.

It was found shortly after the tour. Because the area around the show window was close to the outside, or the sword was buried in a place that was easy to spot.

I will pick up the sword and take it to Laocles.

"Is this sword your sword?"

And when I asked...... Laocles nodded with a sinister face.

"Yes."

I've got pieces of information about this sword.

'This sword is the sword of those who killed men'.

... but I don't care where it is. That's not what I have to ask. [M]

"You want this?

Laocles looked troubled for a while as well.

But after a while... he took the sword and laughed.

"Oh. Thank you, I'll take it"

Laocles laughed.

Though my eyes narrowed just a little and then one side of my mouth just went up a little bit. But sure, I was laughing.... the impression changes a lot with just a few facial parts moving, I can't believe I thought.

When I was surprised, Laocles quickly returned to his usual plaster statue-like expression.... No, a little, bitter face for a plaster statue, I mean.

"... because of this sword and me, you're in terrible shape. Give me the sword, then, most importantly, me. You can resent me."

And I am unhappy as far as I am concerned because I say so.

As far as I'm concerned, this one... I don't think I did it the right way. Yeah. I should have checked properly. As far as I'm concerned, I have no desire to resent the sword or Laocles, as that should have been the only problem that could have been avoided.

... but I also know that at times like this, I can't help but give in extensively.

Yeah. My teacher once told me. 'Keep pushing and beating concessions, and especially payoffs, up to one round trip'.

This is what the teacher who gave jelly for the bare noodles said with a very sinister face when he was given an instant coffee filling. By the way, the teacher doesn't really like bare noodles, and he goes into the bad zone when it comes to coffee.

"And it wasn't all bad."

So as far as I'm concerned, I'd like to say a word that's not a concession.

I couldn't help it when it came to swords. I didn't check, and Laocles probably still has something he hasn't liquidated. So both of them, that means let me be awkward too...

I'll show you, "It was a pleasure."

"Here. This. Lapis Lazuli"

I found this in the rubble of the store.

"Is that...?

"I found it when I was looking for the sword. The one that was rolling in the pawn shop. Now I can paint deep blue."

That's why I'm fine. Then, how about you, too.

"So I guess I'm glad I came to this store."

Speaking of which... Laocles sighed in such a face that he lost his mind.

"... you really like to paint."

"Yeah."

Raocles said so, looking at the sword he had received from me.

"I could get my sword back, too.... so you must be glad to be here"

"Oh well."

If that's what you're gonna say, I'm glad.

For him, I don't know what that sword is... but I'm sure it would be better to have it, rather than to lose it.

Even if I decide to let it go later, still, I'm sure it's not in vain that I can make that choice myself.

And then... I know the spiciness of losing something that matters to me, and the joy of buying it back.

"... my, let's talk about it"

Then Laocles starts talking even more, so foreboding.

"I knew all the people in that store, including that black monster."

"... well"

"When I used to use this sword..."

"Yeah, well..."

"... hey"

"Yeah......"

But I'm getting harder and harder to stay conscious.

Gradually, my body is losing strength. My eyes are gloomy. Oh, I think this is the one who faints...

"Continue… Should I wake up again"

"Yeah......"

I'm sorry about Laocles, but I think it's time to break my consciousness.

If I wanted to pass out in a less annoying position, the Red Dragon lowered my posture, so I let the Red Dragon fall asleep on my back.

The scale of the dragon is in addition. It's a little hot.

Though it's hot...... yeah.

Good night.