The Prodigy Sefiria’s Overpowering Program

Kaylis and Mr. Rovero each set fire to the lanterns they removed from the bags they carried to secure the lights.

The huge black shadow, which rises blurry in the dark, emits a pale, golden glow.

As we watched their way out, the pitch-black Kimaira once sounded her throat in a good mood.

"Cook...... strength builds from all over my body......!! Is this the power of the Vortex of Demons (Luminite)?!

Yes, the solitary Soytes act as if they are not in their eyes, such as about us, as they raise gold smoke from all over their bodies.

Then Iru jumped to our head, right beside me held by Kayliss, wrapped her whole body in black heavy armor.

"Are you Yonarpoka?"

"Mm-hmm? What are you? Who gave you permission to talk to me about this?

That chimaira with a gaze from the top that is no longer dazzling looks down at me like I made a fool of myself for not even answering Iru's question.

Even though I didn't bother to check, his appearance is the very look Mr. Rovero taught me. There will be no doubt that Arre is a warcraft called Yonarpoka.

And where Iru and Yonarpoka were staring at each other, Reggie, who would have been blown away by Yonarpoka earlier and plunged into the golden mountain, gently flew away and landed next to Iru.

"It doesn't matter if that big cat's name is' Yona somehow 'or not. The smell of him must have been the smell he smelled where the chief was dead."

Reggie's definitive words swelled with killer pressure from Iru and the beasts holding back behind me.

By contrast, Yonarpoka laughed ridiculously with his nose after looking at such beasts in a boring and chilling way.

"I see, the fellow Beasts who killed him then. You mean you came all the way out here to die because you missed it?

"You...! It's your father's revenge! He'll smash me here and now!!

Ailu slaps the giant battle axe on her back onto the golden ground and gives a cry that seeps abominably hatred.

But Jonalpoca had a mixed look of scorn and ridicule, like where the wind blows.

"That incompetent beast man barked at something as stupid as you are now. How can a beast be so short-circuited and unthinkable? As king of beasts, I am once ashamed. If you are incompetent, you will be incompetent, and you will suffer an understanding of how to rush to death this good thing if you are silently vowing allegiance to me."

"You think he's the king of beasts? I'm so complacent!

"I do not ask for understanding without the mixed contents of people as inferior as you. It's also a harsh story to understand that I am the great race that inherits the blood of the Beast King."

To its lesser rhetoric, Iru was just momentum to crush the pattern of the battle axe, and even the Beastmen who refrain behind it are likely to pop out now.

... and if the arr making fun of the Beasts weren't the resentment the Reggies should have settled for, they would have done it with my hands by now. Everyone else will be in the same mood.

In the air stretched to such an extreme, a voice sounded so unspeakably calm.

"Calm down, Iru"

Pong and hands on Iru's shoulder armor filled with hatred and killing intentions, Reggie can fool her.

He seems somehow more sober than Yonarpoka when he says he likes the Beast Clan that much.

Reggie opened her mouth in such an effortless manner, knowing or not our doubts and confusions.

"Here and now, until we confront each other like this... I was going to smash you to death for now too... I don't know, now I'm wondering if I care."

"... doesn't matter?

To Ailu's questionable voice, which contained some sad color, Reggie shook her neck to the side.

"It doesn't mean you don't care about the sheik being killed, does it? That Jonah... I just lost my temper to do something about it. It doesn't matter if he kills him or the chief comes back to life, and if he was originally a Demon comrade, it's common sense that it's worse to lose."

As we lost our words to that overly dry narrative, Jonalpoka opened her eyes a little and distorted her mouth with pleasure.

"Well, some beasts have some sights. If you're so discerning, you can do it specifically as a servant."

"No, you can't follow you or anything."

"... what?

Jonalpoca, who seemed delightful, seeps through the frustration with Reggie's refreshing words.

But Reggie, not at all obsessed with the way things were, went on to say, "Because..."

"You, the collar you're lowering around its neck, who gave it to you?

"It's not a collar, it's a collar ornament......!!

"No, I don't care about that. The" black stone "on that collar, the war idiot we're chasing, is handing it out to our men, right?

As Reggie pointed out, a black stone the size of a child's fist is tied to a silver chain wrapped around Jonalpoca's neck.

It must have been due to that stone effect that you just deactivated my lighting magic and darkened the room.

And having that stone means that Yonalpoka is giving to the Black Man (Roxward) force.

"I'm not one of them! I give them a hand!!

"That stone is a tool to disable the other person's eye opening (chantera) or magic, right? If you fight normally, you can't win, so that's how you rely on those tools. Didn't I?"

To Reggie's mocking words, Yonarpoka distorts her expression so much that she strips her gums out.

But Reggie doesn't seem to be trying to catch up with Yonarpoka based on that fact, so she quickly moved on to the next topic in the way she lost interest.

"Why are you helping these war idiots? If you think you're strong, you can go and attack a nation by yourself."

"............ to cause war as a proud Demon clan and to awaken the Fang-plugged Demon clan. And destroy the people..."

"No, that's why you're trying to fight with that 'Fang-plugged demon clan'. Fight alone. I'm not taking you with me."

When I heard the voice "Phew" and looked back, Mr. Nelvia put his hand on his mouth and laughed strangely. Everyone else, if you look at it, looks like an interesting look at Reggie hunting down Yonarpoka in a pale way. And look at us like that sideways, and laugh thinly, Reggie.

Could it be Reggie, to calm everyone who lacks calm...?

And that's when I finally realized that the thin tail hairs stretching out of Reggie's butt were upside down.

That, to my knowledge, is nothing more than a reaction when he is letting his "fierce anger” roll in his chest.

"Just now, you've been hiding outside until we found our way to this place, haven't you? Because you couldn't defeat that black big fat ass. That's why I had to plunder a piece of magic that was swirling in my room earlier. No matter how many times I tried, I couldn't."

"Gu...... let me tell you!!

"Roughly. I was just saying," The Great Race that inherits the blood of the Beast King "or something. I don't know what that means."

"Ha! This is why the inferior race... Now, Lakifere, king of beasts, is a synthetic beast of lions and eagles..."

"No, I didn't ask you that. What I'm asking is why the Demons are so proud of their bloodline, not their strength."

To that Reggie's words, Jonalpoca opened her eyes and hardened them as she was taken aback.

"It would be the Devil's fashion to focus on whether the power I have is strong or not. It doesn't matter if your parents are strong or your old ancestors were strong. The only people who are proud of you are the people you're looking down on."

".................. ugh!!

"If they use strong magic, they won't win. Fighting alone won't win. Both war idiots bow their heads and let their people in, give away magic and other stones that invalidate their abilities, and I don't even know if they really are - bragging greatly about their old lineage... I've been wanting a lot from you about inferior people and proud demons.... You, shouldn't you have been born into a human race, not a demon?

"Dear......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Huge nails extend from Yonarpoka's limbs to eat deep into the golden floorboard. That attitude, which sunk your body low, is likely to jump over here now.

Reggie looks bored looking at such a Jonalpoca, says

"No, that's why I don't have a reason to fight this one either. I don't care if I kill you or not."

Reggie, who hand-waved to pay even for the flickering and depressing bugs, then uttered a decisive word.

"I will forgive you (...). So thank you and just disappear"

Jonalpoka's golden eyes ran so visible and discerning that she completely lost the color of reason.

Until earlier, Yonalpoka consistently treated the Beastmen as' underground '.

Such a guy was treated as' underground ', as a matter of course, a phrase that was misrepresented by a beastly opponent far smaller than himself. Nothing would be more humiliating to him.

'Forgiveness' is an act that consists of the person above the position, showing mercy to the other person.

"Gwwwwww!!!

Jonalpoca, completely evaporated of reason, rushes this way with a spectacular roar full of hatred.

Shortly afterwards, the giant Jonalpoca was blown straight to the side with a shitty roar, sticking from his head into a pile of gold.

What prevented Yonarpoka from advancing against Reggie was Ailu, who waved such a giant battle axe that her own body would hide.

"Reggie, don't say anything unsolicited besides the chief's me. I'm not forgiving him, and he's gonna hold his breath here and now."

"Bad, bad. I didn't intend to bring him back alive, either."

When Reggie said that without getting any worse, he looked back at the beasts who would refrain behind him.

"He'll bust us both. Any complaints?

"Whoa, do it, Reggie!

"Kill him!

"Take the chief's revenge!

With the noisy cheers from the Beasts, Reggie laughed, "Whoa, leave it to me," and then stared straight at me.

"Your husband, this time without a hand, please"

"... yeah. Don't just be impotent, okay?

"Whoa!"

Reggie, happy to narrow her eyes, replied well, turning to Jonalpoca, who crawled out of the golden mountain ragged.

Reggie stood in line with Ailu with an invincible grin, not even frightened at all by those madly blood-running eyes.

"Come on, it sounds like 'The Mausoleum of the Beast King' here, and it's just fine"

"Uhm.“ To bury a self-proclaimed king of beasts, that means it's a good idea. "

They rushed out with tremendous momentum to intercept the Jonalpoca, which flew to be bounced.