The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

"………………………………………………………………………… Ah"

That's all my voice squeezed out before the despair that spread in front of me.

Creepy black eyes stabbed darkness in my body. The contents you look at are as if you're looking at garbage.

From the elongated neck to the rounded torso, a glowing line of black and black purple runs. The slightly reddish feathers connected from the torso even made me think they were beautiful to my brain, even though they left a dos blackness.

Not as big as that. Human-sized, is it as good as mine?

This is the... This is the Heavenly Beast. A being said to be a legendary spiritual beast.

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Grr! See ya!!

What!? They're just breathing. How can it be so painful yet!?

Besides... it's kind of more painful than just now.....................

At this time, the expression of the dead purple bird moves a little.

What. To the eyes that look at the garbage.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"A rare man."

I talked...

Was the rumor of solving humanities true?

"I never thought I'd stand my sucker again."

Sucker? Huh! Right!

Does he suck magic out of his breath? So this over-consumption of magic is a unique sense of fatigue.

When I activated my appraisal glasses, I was stunned by the fact.

Eight thousand in one breath!? If you take the other four shots... I'll die here.

Though I don't think it works, I still activate my appraisal glasses.

No, other than that, my body didn't move.

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LV: 240

HP:?

MP:?

EXP:?

Special:?

Title: Purple Dead Bird, Legend, SS Killer, Overcomer...???????

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....................................... I can't, there's no way I can win.

Losing your will...... I'm not talking about anywhere. I even remember the war. I don't have the will to fight in the first place.

Was it just a rumor that there was no harm in humans?

So far I've been targeted for an obvious killing, and I see that.

Humans were........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... That's why they said there was no harm. I don't care if I don't even get into my territory. Maybe that's what this is about.

"One, ask a question"

Question? What the hell?

No, no, calm down. Me. If I miss the answer, it's over. That's all I know.

Calm down, precisely, we have to come up with an answer that won't offend them.

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A voice you can't hear unless even you clear your ears yourself. So much so that my voice was plundering, fading, trembling.

Rank SS monsters are not my eyes. This heavy pressure is the proof that... lived the days of the Demon King.

"Why did you aim at me? You don't look so stupid, do you?

I was upset by the unexpected words.

"Hey, I aimed.....................?

What are you talking about, this guy!?

We're just here to see the Purple Dead Bird!? There is no life for us if we let the killer go. That's why I was walking carefully.

Porch, Betty, Barn, Ricky. I know that. There was nothing like that on the road. It's not overlooked. I can assure you!

"It means…………………"

The Purple Dead Bird speaks instantly.

"Apparently I really want to die"

"Ahhhhh!! Wait a minute! I really, really don't know! We did get into your living area! But that's out of curiosity to see you at first sight, called legend! Never meant to be harmful!!

Full excuse.

Instead, I don't even know why I'm apologizing. That's why I told him with feelings only for one point: no harm.

I don't know how the eyes of the purple dead bird received it, but turned its body back and only its neck this way.

"So this is...?

Purple Dead Bird's eyes only looked at its glutes for a moment and looked at me again.

... I see only a little, really little, burn marks on my glutes.

This burn trail................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Did you do it? No, I don't! Never!

Such a dangerous imitation, you wouldn't even do it!

"I found out that... I don't remember. But I'm pretty sure it came from here. From where you walked in."

That's when I realized.

That was just now.

We were fighting Willem, a Rank S monster.

I used great magic to stop it. The magic of Gatling Lightning.

And that magical destination naturally turned to Willem.

But because of his powerful powers, he pushed Willem through his body and flew further afield.

And beyond that.....................................................................................

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Around the magic formations, countless lightning yellow thunder appeared running straight towards Willem.

It penetrates Willem's body and disappears into the back of the valley you can see in the back.

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Gone behind the valley............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. Oh, maybe?

See your glutes again. Scorch marks. Size of wound to convert from distance.

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".................. ah"

I'd say so myself, but I think he sounded pretty barbaric.

Then the eyes of the purple dead bird were once again mighty willing to kill.

No, maybe more powerful than just now.

"It turns out it's in my memory. I'll kill you easy, how do you die?

"Ahhhhh!! I'm really not offended! Well, Willem was fighting a monster! The magic of stopping!? Push through Willem for this one!! That's why I was after you."

"Can you throw up against your people, too, that word?

"Huh!"

Totally stuck in words. Excuses are excuses. The fact that when my magic flows and accidentally hits a human being, I can never throw up the same word.

I'm on my own, and I want you to have a dialogue with the Purple Dead Birds.

... dialogue because it is reciprocal.

That is, the fact that I have seen purple dead birds as beasts.

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"Ho, throw away the wand. Do you have any words left?

Already... ever.

Well, then, at least this...

"…………… Years later, the Demon King's -"

"Wow."

My last words were scratched out by the devil's clumsy stretch (yawn).

I tried to at least let Heavenly Beast know about the demon king resurrection, but why would this guy get in the way when it matters?

Could Porch be the Demon King? Haha, that's a strong enemy.

Oh, my God, I can't even actually joke about it, and the purple dead bird stared at the eye-rubbing pouch with cold eyes.

"Ah, Master, good morning ~.................. huh? Why am I here?

You fell asleep, Porch hasn't noticed this stabbing gaze yet.

.................. hmm? Is that it? Stabbing gaze.......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"You.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Stronger surprise eyes than earlier. What the hell are you surprised about?

Purple Dead Birds spread large feathers in front of me as Porch was scratching his neck with his hind legs.

There was no longer any killing in those eyes, and the eyes that looked at me were somewhere calm. What, what about this change?

"... what's your name?

"Ah... it's Azley"

When I told him so, the purple dead bird showed silence for a while.

Porch is still scratching his neck.

"............ I see. Okay, I'll lend you one, Azley. Come pay me back sooner or later."

"Ah............ Huh?

I tilted my neck, not knowing why. But the purple dead bird, which disappeared from sight in an instant, answered nothing and left behind only intense wind pressure.

Porch, surprised by the wind pressure, looked dumber at me with no one at the earliest.

"Whoo!? hey...... what is it, what's the wind now!?

"No, maybe... it's just the wind"

I only stared at the void and could only respond raw, and Porch said to my head,? "I scowled.

Porch then realized that the Betties were down, panicked and slapped me in the back of the head, relieved.

"What are you sleeping on!"..., I just want to return this one word to Porch. With that in mind, I took charge of everyone and headed to Regalia.