The Principle of a Philosopher by Eternal Fool “Asley”

A big fist to be shaken.

Sounding roar. A huge rock makes a noise and collapses.

The identities of the different sounds echoing the mountains were the things that Azley's anger and impatience manifested in form.

Scratchy fists broke, crushed and sometimes painted blood.

"Ha-ha-ha... damn!

In the blinding mountains, Azley rammed as hard as he could.

There is no magic in a fist that grips.

That much trusted magic has disappeared from Azley's body.

"'I can't do this'...? Haha, what are you doing? With such a useless body......!

Azley used the Adventurer Alliance's Space Transfer Magic Formation to fly around the world.

He unleashed the magic barrier on all the cities, villages, settlements and foul towns, returning to Twead.

I used aerial floating magic (levitation) to get to the battlefield as fast as I could, until I helped Eileen.

Billy, Cleat, Alpha, Beta and other polar braces.

The immense braces converging into one stopped with the whole spirit of Azley. Until then, good.

An incredible phenomenon that stopped the heart once and happened to Azley's body during the Setouchi of Death.

There is no magic that should overflow from your body.

No magic, no magic, no special skill, not activated from Azley's body.

Previously, when a man who devoted his life to the demon, and above all, loved the demon, is abandoned by the demon, his chest is dyed negative.

Anger, agony, anxiety, fear, sadness, all of which overflows from Azley and dyes his fists red.

Breathe on your shoulders and exhale blood from your mouth with anger.

The trees fall, the earth is worn, and the rivers change the flow.

There was such a presence watching Azley from a distance.

Five shadows overlooking Azley from mountain cliffs.

Earlier, Pochi, Lina, Tifa, Fuyu and Chunhua stopped Azley at the Mansion.

Porch of living demons for eight hundred years.

Lina saved my life.

Tifa became my first student with Lina.

Chunhua (Hakuna) and Fuyu freed from color restraints.

Everyone who aspires to love cannot approach Azley.

That's all, now Azley was in a brittle, fragile condition.

Standing in front of such Azley, like Porch, was a living being with a legend.

And next to it stood a man who was not on the battlefield.

It was Lilia and Minerva who appeared in front of Azley.

As when Lina and the others were ahead, Azley turned away from both of them.

"... bad, I'm not in a position to talk right now"

But Azley says in a trembling voice.

Lilia then replied, distracting herself from Azley.

"I'm an escort to this point. Minerva needs to talk..."

Yes, Lilia didn't want to see Azley like that either. I couldn't watch.

So I just answered that and jumped to the cliff where the Porches were.

"... talk? I don't know what to say."

When he turned his attention to Minerva, Azley chose a cold word once again.

But Minerva doesn't move.

The reason Minerva can be here is because he hasn't walked through time with Pochi or Lina or Lilia.

Just for his part, Minerva looked with perseverance but tenderness, and stared at Azley.

"Ho, highcure"

Minerva released restorative magic to Azley with tender eyes, gentle voices.

Watching that gentle green light, Azley makes a dry laugh.

"Ha... ha"

Azley's hand moves so that he can catch the light.

But the light is not something Azley can touch.

That just stuck a hard reality in Azley.

"Why... are you doing this?

Now he didn't shudder, Azley said.

"He was injured."

Minerva also answers with a core voice.

That explodes Azley's tremor.

"Huh! You don't have to! I can recover myself! This is just a favor!!

Anger to be stretched up.

But still, Minerva didn't even change his complexion.

"Well, here's your treat"

"Ew!! May!!

Azley treads the earth greatly and exposes his anger.

To the immobile minerva, Azley turns to his sneezyly distorted face.

"To you...... what do you know! I don't know where or what I was doing, but I didn't even take part in that war, I just need to come here and talk to you!? I don't have it! Don't worry about me.

Azley's words as if they were hostile.

Minerva takes it all from the front and stares at Azley.

You just stare at Azley with a face like you found out everything.

That tightens Azley's mind.

"Why... leave me alone. No!

"Mr. Azley is in trouble."

"So... so you're saying you can do something about it! Wouldn't be!!

Shaking off his arm, Azley denied Minerva a place.

"Sure, I don't have the power to help Mr. Azley. However, power resides in words."

"Such a thing......!

"Can you deny that to Mr. Azley? I understand. Because you know the power of words."

Azley answers nothing. I can't answer that.

I believed in demons, Azley.

The key to magic activation is words.

There's no way Azley, more immersed in the devil than anyone else, knows that.

Minerva can take his index finger in front of Azley and slowly magic it there.

Beautiful magic streamline that glows all the time.

Azley follows it with his eyes and looks at it with envy.

And Minerva opens his mouth.

Quietly, slowly, accurately as if to teach a child.

"Ho, ho, ho... Soul Disclosure"

Slightly luminous magic formations engraved on Azley's chest.

"Is this...?

"'Soulness match' … Mr. Azley must know the word"

"... words used when there was a magician's aptitude"

Minerva nods small.

"If soulfulness doesn't match, people become warrior colleges and adventurers and aspire to be warriors. But if soulfulness matches, people go for magicians"

Azley could also show his anger again. But Minerva's gentle aura didn't let it.

"Mr. Azley is aware of himself as a magician. He is one of the world's leading magicians. That would be obvious to anyone's eyes. … this is the magic that visualizes its aptitude"

Azley hears the words and sounds his throat.

It's an unconfidential manifestation.

"If you use it on someone with magical aptitudes, this will emit light"

That's what they say, and Azley looks at her own chest again.

Azley leaks a ho breath into the magic formations that do emit light.

Azley with his eyes back in Minerva. Minerva, who confirmed it, shines his index finger again.

"Ho ho ho ho, Soul Disclosure"

It wasn't directed at anyone, the sorcerers.

To the magic formations that stop in the universe, Azley tilts his neck.

"Is this what it is?

"... Huh?

"The luminescence of one of the world's leading magic men... is this what it is?

Azley did not understand the meaning of Minerva's words.

But the next time Minerva's fingers moved, I understood that.

"& Remote Control"

Manipulative magic fits into the magic team that was stopped.

Soul Disclosure's magic formations are depicted on Minerva's chest.

Minerva's sincerity in trying to show his own magical aptitude.

That was something I could understand right away.

- The magic formations activated on Minerva were brighter (,,) than Azley's.

Azley is shown more luminosity than he is and now checks his chest once.

"This is just a little bit more magical."

No matter how many times Azley looked at the magic team, it was a clear difference.

Minerva goes on to say more.

"It is (,,,), the luminosity of the one whose magical fitness is clearly low"

A word of Minerva, pointing to and saying the sorcery formations depicted on Azley.

"Mr. Azley, you are… making a very stupid choice"

It was directed at a man who loved the devil - a merciless word.