The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"... fufu, I can't believe that Brad, who's always been sluggish, is going to strip me of his murderous intentions... But not yet. Not enough to dance with me. If you don't turn all your love for Scarlet into hatred for me, it won't reach me...."

The movement of each other was a wind.

Alisa whispered softly while Brad remained silent.

The distance between the two confronting each other shrinks.

"Love and hatred are the same. Come on, come on. I'll try the depth of your love...."

Alisa moves slipperily without feeling her weight. Because it is naturally fast, it draws a trajectory when the image becomes moist like a pen light. Because of its unique tortuosity, the serpent appears to be crawling at the speed of lightning, even though it is silent.

The opposite Brad simply goes straight for the shortest distance, foolishly. It moves close to the thighs, but it's probably fast. Frictional heat at the feet produces white smoke and draws a tail back.

Thousands of benches and pipe organ wreckage were scattered in both directions, but their legs could not be stopped. Alisa slips through with a lightning bolt, and Brad pushes forward without fear of being hurt. Each other is accelerating even further. Alisa, who is quiet and tortuous, Brad, who is moving straight ahead, and the other two are in a hurry.

Arnold got a little nervous.

Alisa turned gloriously and unexpectedly. Lightly slap the obstacle. Even though it was a light movement like a dance touch, several half-breaked benches danced up. It's unnatural as if you jumped yourself. That's not all, twitching and sounding in the air, twisting it into a strange shape. It was a creepy sight of distorted life sprouting and twisting itself. However, it seems that the flexibility of the creatures is not gained, and it bursts one after the other.

"... no, what is it!?! What...!?"

"... fufu, this is the first time I've seen you guys in a loop. This is the Fist of the Extreme... I" frenzy "... twist, twist, drive madness, and destroy everything I touch. And he....."

Alisa laughed.

There was a pile of broken lumber in front of the thrusting blood, like a barricade. Brad did not stop his feet, but rather stepped on them and fisted out. The air burst. The sight on Brad's fist's extension shook like a sun. The obstacle that was blocking the way is shattered with a sound. Blood ran through the fragments of the dance.

Arnold watched.

Brad destroyed a distant object without touching his fist.

"... use 'conduction'. A penetration specialization technique that not only transmits objects but also air, crushing opponents. It's as charming as ever. But women's hearts are more difficult than castle walls. Now, I wonder if you can penetrate my mind...."

Alisa exhaled with a tranced expression.

The cellophy turned pale and murmured.

"Are you going to hit each other with that kind of power...!! The human body will fall apart in no time...!!"

Alisa's dancing arm creates a madness vortex.

From the fist that Brad protruded, the boxing power that conducts air runs into the real letter.

"Ahaah!!"

"... fufu!!"

Sweet sore breath and sharp exhalation burst at the same time.

The first collision was via air with each other.

Rotation and straight lines collide with the roar, shredding the blade.

Because of frictional heat, the space is pale and creepy.

"... fufu, when you two dance alone, you don't even touch waltz. Beginners... outposts are mutually reinforcing... no, maybe you're a little more superior..."

Alisa laughed at the pale light in front of her. Looking at the air flowing pleasantly. It reminded me of a leopard who was relaxing. Alisa's blonde hair reaches behind Brad's fist pressure.

"But, Brad, if you're going to dance with me, you can't wear that rugged costume. I'll look at your costume."

There were countless pieces of stained glass scattered over the stone floor. The air pushed by the two fists compressed and squeezed each other. The treble of pain in my ears exploded. The surrounding air collapsed into the avalanche at once. Oops, the pieces of stained glass floating from your feet sparkle beautifully.

"Ahaah!! Beautiful as a jewel!! What a rude thing to do with me!! I forgot to say hello!! Good day, Brad. Let's start with a sign of approaching!! Now, take it!!"

Alisa grabbed the ends of the skirt and greeted the gently bent lady with a glorious turn. Together with a smile, the fabric of the black dress swirls into a storm.

"... I'll give you bright red clothes!!"

Gold, silver, yellow, purple, blue, and colorful mosaic glass crushes dance in the sky, being hit by Alisa's flowing skirt, all at once by Blood. It was as if a grenade had broken out. Alisa was after this from the beginning.

"... eyes crushed!! It's not dirty!!"

Arnold shouted indignantly. Alisa sneered.

"... stupid. It doesn't work for him now."

Alisa was right.

Thousands of sharp fangs that rip off skin and clothes become rough, but Blood is not scared at all. I don't even try to close my eyes. Pull the tail of fresh blood from everywhere and step even faster without fear.

Alisa whispered joyfully on the verge of the two fists touching each other directly.

"... is that okay? Fragment... hits the back scarlet..."

Blood's rush, which had not stopped until then, slowed down for a moment, just for a moment. I checked the scattering range of the debris with a horizontal view. Alisa laughed a lot. What I really wanted was the slight gap.

"... you shouldn't be distracted by other women... I'm the one you're dealing with right now..."

The devil whispers. With a nice wind chip, Alisa's back kicks in. Unbelievablely, the kick came from behind Brad. Alisa stood in front of Brad.

"... monsters...!!"

Arnold fights.

Arnold, who was watching from a distance, saw Alisa's strange kicks.

... Alisa tilted her torso to the ground. The left foot, stretched out so tightly as to be attached, was swinging towards the sky, and the upper body and left foot became almost a vertical straight line. I seemed to see the flexibility of the connoisseur. With her remaining right leg on the axis, Alisa turned back and kicked.

Open your compass feet to the limit, lean wide, and spin the needle around the fulcrum. That kick, which made the figure's windmill spin even steeper, along with Alisa's leg length, protruded from an angle and position that was out of common sense. Brad's medulla oblongata came straight behind him.

From Brad's point of view, all of a sudden Alisa seemed to bend forward deeply. Because, as they bent, the blonde hair flowed like a waterfall, and covered up Alisa's waist from below, and covered Brad's eyes. Blonde hair was used to create a blind spot in Brad's field of view.

I barely made it to Blood's one-armed guard.

It's a figure that crossed the dead line many times.

But one shot made my arm numb.

The bones burst.

Another shot flew in.

Alisa floats softly with her guarded toes at the fulcrum and jumps behind Brad in a rear jump. He kept spinning like a drill, floating in space and kicking.

Brad's consciousness came to rest.

It's irregular, but it's incredibly powerful.

Blood collapses in front of him because it was an impossible way to prevent him from turning his hand around his nose.

"... your favorite... Tenbu...!!"

Blood roared with a disgusting face.

Alisa's attack wasn't over yet.

"Ahaah!! Well prevented!! hey. The top of the Buddha. It hurts. She's showing you the secret in the skirt. I want you to be more happy."

Using the momentum of spinning in the air, when you suddenly put your body on Brad's back, it spins around and sticks in the front pocket. Alisa's skirt catches the wind. A black umbrella spreading out seemed to spin along Brad's body.

Alisa's sidewalking kick blows up against Brad's temples as he leans forward. Brad sinks his head further and barely dodges Alisa's kick. I completely lost my nose and got caught up in Alisa's pace.

Blood doesn't have to fight like this if it's just a flip-flop or a continuous kick in the air. Because Brad is an amazing master. Some kicks will outperform Alisa.

But...

"... fufu, this must be crazy. I couldn't sift my fist as I thought. Heaven dancing is a trick for a powerless woman to cross with a strong man. I flee to a blind spot and a position where your power is hard to reach. Did you really think you could hit me hard? Sweet. No, women tease men. I don't think it's that easy."

Alisa laughed.

What's more, Alisa was in an extremely narrow space that only Alisa could do. Flexible Alisa does her best with her feet, even though she can only kick her knees at a sliding distance. Instead, she threw herself at Alisa.

It's not just on the ground. I shrunk and thought I'd dodged my front fist like a wheel, and all of a sudden I kicked my feet upside down. From there, I'll slap you with a continuous kick that feels like you're stepping on it even more. Of course, it was the opposite of heaven and earth, and it never landed. It was as if they were growing with invisible wings.

If true, Brad would be overwhelmed by height differences and reach lengths. But Alisa uses her long legs more than her hands. Interrupting an attack from an impossible angle. Alisa's softness has completely destroyed Brad's benefits.

And then...

"... concealment tricks, 'Unseen'... fufu, it's no use..."

Alisa slipped through Brad's hand as if she were laughing at him as she grabbed him and tried to bring him into the set. It was as if Alisa had become a huge soft organism.

"... you shouldn't push down a woman in a hurry. However, the technique of removing time," Unseen ", is the combination technique to show its true value. You know very well... if you want to lead me, be as hot as fire and as cool as ice..."

Brad was dragged into an unintentional war of attrition, as if he were caught in a sluggish snake.

"... Alisa's guy is such a bad foot habit... but I don't know what it is, it feels like a strangely dirty way to fight... it's like a man and a woman are hugging each other... no, it's bad. Forget it."

Alone, Arnold noticed Serafi's gaze and hurriedly turned off his words.

It seemed as if an exotic female was grabbing Brad and trying to suck up all her sperm. In an acrobatic position in the distance, Alisa is tangled with Brad. Some musicians enjoy the spring when they are good at their stunts. I may have had that sexual impression because they were too close.

Suddenly I think it was an inappropriate word to praise Brad who was fighting for the Queen with his life.

So when Serafi grabbed her shoulders, Arnold shrugged down thinking she'd be scolded by Serafi. But it wasn't.

"... Arnold, that's it!!... I remember. Heavenly dance... this is an ancient assassination of a petite princess. A female assassin who assassinates the opponent naked in the name of a princess by analogy to the thorns of a rose. I've only seen it in the literature....."

"... that's right. You knew him well. No matter how much princess she is, she is a sold poor, a slave, or a degenerate. I knocked on my talented daughter with an assassination technique and a sexual tube. And after the assassination, I sent her as a pet princess, saying I'd be free to do it."

Alisa explains what Serafi said.

In the meantime, the sagging of the legs like a curve will not stop for a while.

"... but even if you can carry out an assassination well, you won't have a weapon on your own. There's only one way to end it. Poor thing. Nevertheless, the princesses entrusted their only forgiven body with the dream of freedom. Build the power of your moves with flexibility and rotation centrifugal force, not muscle strength, so that you don't get in the way of beauty. This is the heavenly dance."

Alisa muttered as she sang, switching her movements to a sudden spin.

She was as elegant as a black maid on ice.

However, just because the posture is stable, it looks like that, and the ringing wind chime is unparalleled in viciousness.

Until then, it was fast, but the change was fierce as if the gear had changed.

Quickly, turn it into a black tornado that flirts with Blood.

"A huge name given by women who admire heavenly girls dancing freely in the sky. Speaking of which, the Melville house of the bow, which was wrongly treated for assassination operations, was also a fine name for thunderstorms. I was told that I could use Scarlet's mother's Cornelia... Fufu, do the oppressed have similar ideas?"

Sometimes it floats softly in space, but I can't tell if I'm jumping myself or if I'm floating naturally because I'm rotating too fast. Sparks scatter from the stone floor whenever the toes come into contact.

"... but there wasn't a single princess who came back alive. Melville's blood is also gone with a scarlet!! Ahaha, poor people!! Poor little princesses who have been thrown away as a tool, a powerless technique with no teeth on them!! Look, your technique is now driving the most powerful men in the world. Come on, Brad. How long will your life last?"

An accelerated Alisa kick hits Brad.

Without breathing, the next one.

Like a weir cut, the transformative knee hits Brad with a kick and laughs from all directions.

"... cum...!!"

Brad moans shortly.

Alisa's luxurious body attacks a giant army horse in space in one shot. It has the power to crush people's lives like flies. Not to mention being exposed to a carpet bombing. Brad's feet were completely stopped.

"... ahaha!! More, more, more madness!! I'll fill you with fear and pain until you can only think of me. Scarlet is so evicted from my heart!!"

Alisa's attack never stopped.

When Brad starts kicking Alisa a lot and tries to distance herself, the piercing hand interrupts to make an eye contact. Alisa's dress dances in a black vortex. I will not tolerate any counterattack. A proud attitude, but the attack is sophisticated and impeccable. Continues to exhale lethal force like a spinning wheel.

"... it's no use. Once out, the windmill of death won't stop until it kills the opponent. That's the heavenly dance. The brutal execution of the Heavenly Girl. You know a lot about true history, don't you?"

Speaking with joy, Alisa increases her spin speed even more.

Brad was quickly pushed into battle.

The strength was overwhelming.

"... ahaa!! I can't expect it. Didn't you show me the demon? Not only run, but follow me. This Savior Maiden."

"... you...!!... don't you say that name...!! That name is just for him!!"

Brad's blood phase has changed.

Bright red eyes shine in anger.

Catch Alisa's kick without worrying about the damage, grasping her ankle and slamming her on the ground at great speed.

"If you do it, you can do it!! Fufu, Oni-san, this way, to the ringing hand. Ahahah, I'll play with you as your beloved Savior Maiden."

Alisa kicked Brad's hand in the opposite leg, and fled on the brink of a clash.

It stabilized the collapsed posture like a gyro by cutting almost all the way behind it at high speed.

When you land vividly, you shamefully hold down your skirt, dye your cheeks and roll yourself around.

"... I don't know, because Blood is so lewd.... did you see it now? Maybe I'm interested in the contents of Alisa's skirt. Ehhh!! I can't help it. Well then, I'll show you the back of the house in private...!!"

Turning to the tone of the flower lady, Alisa greeted her with an upbeat invitation.

Arnold and Serafi were caught in the face of a miserable little play.

Now Alisa's kick jumped from the bottom.

The target is Brad's jaw.

A kick produced from an incredible incision of 180 degrees or more depicts a half-moon trajectory.

Instead of peeking into the contents of the skirt, it will instantly be fatal.

After burning the tip of Brad's forehair with a sharp stitch, and the right nail tip passed by, the left nail tip was attacked this time. It was a two-stage kick like a giant circular saw that spins vertically.

Alisa shook up her right kick and bowed back, putting her hand on the ground.

He kept spinning backwards and backwards, releasing a continuous left kick.

Blood's feet floated in space, crossed indelibly.

Gain a groan of pain.

The power of Alisa's kicking using her centrifugal force was incredible despite her luxurious body. It crushes meat and easily breaks bones.

But it wasn't a kick that distorted Brad's face right now.

"..." Frenzy...!! "

From Brad's forehead, sweat bursts out.

Suddenly Alisa landed on both feet.

Alisa's upside-down rotation was done with one hand. The other hand stroked Brad's stomach like a scratch. The blow was a curve. Alisa's "frenzy" drives blood flow and damages the nervous system.

"... hey, Alisa, it's amazing!! Just spin and you'll be free to" frenzy ". Did you enjoy Alisa's secrets? But as long as Brad steps in, you'll be able to do that terrible" conduction. "But Alisa can't lose. Girls in love are invincible."

Alisa slightly gutted herself with both hands as if she were shaking in Maracas. As if they were moving in that hand, they were sticking to Brad. With his crotch pressed against his leg, he was disturbed by the cloth on his skirt, and Brad couldn't even step in half a step. Alisa pushed her knees with both hands.

"... cum!!"

"... nh... don't move so hard. That's no good!! I'm telling you...!!"

She breathes out into the beard, but her red eyes are too cruel to hide.

Alisa's next kick came from the right side like a hook.

Alisa didn't twitch her torso and she didn't move her hips at all. It was as if the fan blades were turning. Alisa can kick her thighs from anywhere. It was a separate flexibility. Unlike the vertical kick earlier, this time the horizontal kick is continuous.

Alisa fills her cheeks with dissatisfaction as she retreats. It's like a partner hugging and dancing in the dark.

"... it's terrible. I'm trying so hard to make you feel the" softness "of a girl. And yet I hate running away... such a mean blood!!... Alisa, I'm angry!"

It was too malicious a joke.

Using the momentum of the kick, Alisa waved her hand like a whirlwind. Even though it seemed to hit lightly, it sounded so loud that the floor wobbled. Brad's shoulders shake. Blood comes out of the nostrils.

"Frenzy."

The damage is greater than the kick.

"... yah!! I hit it!! Alisa, maybe a genius!?"

Alisa wandered in and bounced. Her expression has grown to a young age. Almost all the girls my age, except Scarlett, were fooled by Alisa, the stupid one.

And yet, the martial arts that I use now were the shrine. And my eyes are bright red.

Arnold and Serafi got cold from the imbalance. Now that you know Alisa's nature, your spine freezes for the first time in disguise.

Alisa didn't have any friends other than Scarlett when she was a florist. It was Alisa, a presence that anyone could be reassured to despise with a gruesome mouth. The monsters who crushed the entire social world, such as the prostitutes, remained bullied irresistibly. Were you silent because you thought it was a bug, or were there any other thoughts? In any case, I can't read the bottom of my stomach at all, and I can't do anything creepy. I feel nauseated by the lack of understanding.

Brad felt the same way, coughing and moaning low.

"... it's disgusting... if your Seven Demons see it... they'll cry."

Alisa stopped jumping with her feet and stretched out. Remove the mask of the flower lady and return to the face of the arrogant ruthless absolute.

"... a fool. Don't lick my Seven Demons. It doesn't matter if I'm a baby or a hundred-year-old woman. Some faithless people are shaking with this kind of appearance change... you know very well. Because the Seven Demons also have your brother. My dear oniisama played the battle of bones and flesh in" True History ". Did you forget?"

After throwing up cold, Brad gave Alisa a giggle.

"... shut up...!!"

"Fufu, hey, that resentful face. It will be your fault that your brother ran to me. A dream to become the strongest of the Outsiders with all their limited lives, just one wish... and you trampled into chaos with your gift. He was holding on to me and crying.... I don't even know how my brother feels, and every time I come with you, he's amazing, he's the strongest... ahaha, I don't know how hurt he was. What a cruel brother!!"

"... I told you to shut up!!"

Blood's tread was lightning fast, but Alisa said it was coarse with gaps. It's no different than a super slow telephone punch. When the "conduction" burst out of Brad's fist, Alisa was already in Brad's pocket whirling around.

"... immature. It disturbs the mind. Is that your limit...?"

"Frenzy" takes a few rounds out of the way, and Brad bends back.

Still, it was boulders that entered the guards of the iron wall.

That way Alisa won't be able to easily defeat it.

Alisa enters the Hurricane's pursuit with a tongue that did not do more damage than she thought. The guard is sturdy but makes sure Blood's foot is stopped and smiles faintly. "Frenzy" paralyzed Brad's feet and deprived him of his freedom. All that remains is a future of sandbags.

Alisa was a brilliant martial arts genius.

And Arnold wasn't convinced.

"... so dirty...!! Why are you acting so dirty even though you're so strong...!! Why don't you fight fairly...!!"

Arnold groans with remorse.

Alisa laughs when she hears smartly.

"... fair and square? Are you trying to tell me to fight like a man? Don't make me laugh. I'm a woman. Women risk their lives in love. I don't do anything stupid like dressing up as a lover. If I can spare you, I'll do my best to bite your throat off."

The arrogant smile was fierce enough for Arnold to say nothing. Through Blood's guards, Alisa's fists and kicks enter and exit Blood's side several times. We're losing an overwhelming amount of effort. If the tough big rock continues to be exposed to the madness vortex, it will shred little by little and eventually break apart.

Brad's body wobbles.

"... ahaha!! I wonder why I didn't fall down!! Temper? Guts or men's guts? I can't even fight back. It's funny. If you want to die so painfully, I will do as you wish!!"

Blood bubbles overflowed Brad's mouth.

I heard an abnormal noise and several ribs broke.

Stabbing in the lungs can cause immediate fatal injury.

"... hey!! Blood's going to kill me!! Alisa's fist is that" frenzy "guy!! I can't keep on being such a human...!!"

Arnold remembers the chair that was torn apart earlier and had total hair.

Brad has already been attacked by countless Alisa.

"Hey...!! Cerafi...!!"

He hurried to the side of the serafi, but the serafi didn't move and watched him fight to death to find something.

Emerald eyes peering from the orange hair glowed sharply.

"... no, Brad's after something...!! He's going to bring Alisa into his pocket. It's not over yet...!"

Murmuring small enough to keep Alisa from noticing.

"...!!!"

Arnold's eyes are open.

Brad's knee finally fell off.

Alisa laughed.

"... ahaa!! Are you done with the man? With a woman's obsession... scatter!!"

Alisa's knife, convinced of her victory, ran to cut Blood's sinking neck.

At that moment, Brad disappeared from Alisa's view.

Chilly runs through Alisa's spine.

I instantly realized that what I saw as a broken knee was to shrink my body and create a spring.

Eye contact with bent Blood.

Alisa saw the obsession she endured and captured the prey.

……!!

Alisa's reaction was divine. It immediately jumped backwards, but its center of gravity was leaning forward more than usual because it was in a position to stab Brad. As a result, the cut back was slightly delayed. Blood's foot, which stepped into the crossing, crushed and sank the stone floor. Alisa's scaffolding, which tried to kick the floor in order to retreat, disappeared.

"... trap...!!... act...!! Since when...!!"

Brad snapped at Alisa, staring at her in disgust.

"... I don't know? But you didn't throw away your manhood either."

Brad smiles invincibly at his bloody mouth.

The two were close enough to hug each other.

However, there was a difference between the two standing positions.

Alisa was in an unstable universe, with Brad's feet firmly resting on the ground.

By hitting his body, Brad sealed Alisa's rotation.

The white smoke rises and Alisa bites her teeth when she stops.

"Bloody...!!"

"... you must be sorry. Without scaffolding and rotation, neither you nor" frenzy "nor heaven dancing can be used... I've been waiting for this chance...!!"

Once again, the stone floor around Brad cracked and sank.

"... you're awesome. Genius. Everyone in the world will look stupid... but there's only one thing you don't understand...!"

Using Brad's two steps as a starting point, the power spiral runs up from his feet.

"... to dress up a woman in love!! Men risk their lives!! Sink!! Alisa!!"

Along with Brad's shout, Alisa was stabbed with a fist with a whole spirit.

The left arm that was trying to defend itself got caught up in it, caught it in its stomach properly.

Alisa vomited blood.

Alisa's black dress exploded on impact.

The expression of anguish comes to mind.

The disappearance of his usual smile tells how powerful Brad's fist was.

Blood chewed his back teeth.

Alisa's body burst out.

"... I did it!! He hit me!!"

"Okay, iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!

Confident of the victory, Arnold jumps up and Serafi grips his fist.

But Brad didn't chase him. I couldn't.

The atmosphere distorted, deflected, and whirled with the roar around the two who fought. The chapel rang. Smoke of dust and dust blocks vision. Brad and Alisa disappear behind the white currents. The wreckage of the floor soared and the stained glass that remained on the ceiling poured down on one side.

"... no!!"

Instead of analyzing what happened, the serafi covered his back to protect the scarlet lying in the bench.

"... this is... no way...!"

Serafi, who was stuck to the Queen's body as if she were asleep, took a breath of surprise.

"... what is it!?"

Arnold was also surprised to see that Serafi had entered the cover and stopped running.

This time, Brad broke through the smoke and was thrown at us. I bumped into each other and felt the solitude of being played. Blood, the super-human body surgeon, is tightening up and gaining momentum again.

"Match!?... Yabae!! Did he faint?!"

Without Arnold throwing out a bow and jumping out and hugging him, Brad was throwing his back onto a scattered floor of pointy debris.

"... ahh... was your consciousness... dressed up like this? Thank you, thank you....."

In Arnold's arms, Brad woke up from fainting and smiled bitterly.

Arnold fought.

The feeling of plenty of blood was transmitted to the receiving hand.

Because of the color of the clothes, it didn't stand out except for the face, but Brad's body was supposed to be. In that moment, I was completely wounded.

"Hey...!! What the hell happened!! You didn't do everything you could...!?"

Asked Arnold, Brad smiled bitterly with a bloody face.

"... I did it. Without a bet... I blew up my whole body. Alisa's guy was just a monster much more than I expected. He used his left arm to crush me...!"

Alisa was also flying on the other side of Brad.

Twist yourself in the air, kill momentum, wake up blondes and land on the floor.

A faint mellow bitter smile.

He looked like a gymnast who had decided to land after a perfect act. The black dresses and underwear ripped everywhere no longer hold the prototype and are close to being ragged. Alisa was half naked. I don't wear corset. Because we don't need the perfect proportions.

The whiteness of the skin stands out extra because of the soothing black. Even simple clothes don't make you feel miserable at all. She looks magnificent like a lady who creates a contrast between skin and color.

Arnold was horrified by the monster's beauty as it approached naked.

I realized Alisa's skin wasn't scratched by that attack.

Too much in contrast to Bloody Blood.

"... I'm not okay... I can't move from elbow to elbow anymore... I can't waltz anymore, I can't even say hello to a lady... I wonder how you'll take responsibility for the injury."

Alisa mourned deliberately, but her mouth smiled like the moon.

Your left arm is hanging down. Meat is exploding everywhere, exposing pomegranate wounds. Yet there is not a drop of blood. We controlled the blood flow and stopped the bleeding immediately.

"... Alisa's man, on the verge of being stopped from spinning, he put all his" frenzy "power into his left arm... and blew it up instead of a bomb. My upside-down luck turned him into a rival... I ate it properly. It's just his left arm....."

Blood coughs. There was blood everywhere.

"... oh, hey...!!"

Arnold changes his complexion to an abnormal amount of blood.

Brad smiled, but his complexion was bloody.

"... I'm dying. Your bones and viscera are jaw-dropping. It's such an unfair match....."

Brad looked at Alisa walking slowly and gracefully and threw up blood with regret.

"... unfair? I'd rather be proud. He made me dedicate my left arm. Fufu, I think I know how Scarlet feels... I want to be held by you right now. I can expose you to any kind of madness. Morning and night... even if I fall asleep, I want to keep seeing each other like a snake and having a slutty dream... ahh, but..."

Alisa's mouth depicted a slutty smile, but her red eyes were filled with a sword-swallowing light. It was the flame of hell, no matter how many people you burn, you still starve.

"... but you're my lover.... so don't love each other, kill each other. Giving each other melting pleasure or whispering sweet love is not acceptable. Instead, they rinse each other's lives and drag out pain and fear. It's the best feast a lover can have.... come on. Into a lovely nightmare stained with blood worthy of us!!"

Alisa's smile was a condensed nightmare.

"... I don't want to go anywhere like that. You're making a rude request... just like when you're obsessed with Scarlett, you look like shit... oh shit. I totally took the monster woman seriously... even though I was dying..."

Brad moans and stands up to intercept.

"... you still stand. I'm afraid you won't be able to taste my monstrosity on the bed... but you won't make that choice even if you die.... so instead of sexual pleasure, I'll squeeze out every drop of your life..."

Alisa exhales in love with a spirit of struggle that will not be lost.

"... it's not bad for a man who doesn't give up even when he's in trouble. Fufu, you're so cute. But if you don't hurry, the crescent moon will be over. One chance at a million will be lost. You can't just be under my attack. You stepped in aggressively... burning your life for me. Don't let me down...."

Alisa lifted her cheeks and whispered sweetly.

"... the new moon? I'm sure it's the new moon at this age... but what is he saying...?"

Serafi answers Arnold, who gets stunned.

"... Alisa, other than the Crescent, sees the path to kill humans in the shortest possible time. You can easily kill any opponent and avoid your own death simply by moving as you wish. He's a genius for killing. He's invincible. That's why I tried to beat Alisa on the moon....."

Serafi smiled bitterly with a white, stiff face.

"I had a lot of thoughts. Strength was far beyond expectations... Alisa seldom pushes hard. Strategies and predictions alone have eliminated the obstructors. I can't believe he's stronger than anyone else."

As Arnold understood the story, he became pale and trembled and roared.

"... you have the ability to predict with that strength!? You haven't even shown me the bottom yet!! You're kidding... you're too much of a monster...!!!! Hey!! Brad!! You're fluffy!! Are you going to fight that monster like that? I won't win. Definitely killed....."

Almost there, Arnold swallowed his words.

Brad knows that better than anyone. Still, as long as he lives, he rises and challenges again and again.

Even if he shredded himself, his life was shredded, and a tragic death awaited at the end.

"... I'm not willing to be killed easily... But I don't think it's enough to put all of me in his shoes. So please... get Scarlet and the Queen out of here. Alisa will stop even if I eat her... and stick to her..."

"I've stopped you, your body is already..."

Look at Arnold, who lost his word, and don't worry, Brad exclaims.

"... it's true that my arms and legs can't move properly anymore. It seems to burn with severe pain in my body. But it doesn't hurt. That's... comparable to the pain of killing Scarlet with my own hands.... so I can fight, no matter how lonely and sad he is...!! My sins aren't over yet..."

Blood's lonely side-face choked with breath.

Arnold was deeply heartened by his sad readiness to persevere.

Matsuo died laughing to protect the queen.

Men who martyr in faith, their preparedness cannot be frustrated, even by the reaper.

"These bastards always want to die!! You guys...!!"

Arnold clattered his teeth. The following words burst out of Arnold's trembling soul.

"... if you're such an idiot...!!, then let me fight too...!! Don't hug me alone!! Alisa is my friend!! You can come out on your own!!"

Inspired by the fear of Alisa, Arnold quickly picked up the iron bow rolling on the floor and aimed at Alisa. Alisa glanced at the stupid worm.

"... I'm in the way. I'm in a good mood now, but I don't want you to water me. Give me a minute."

"No!! Arnold!!"

Arnold screamed as he wiped out Serafi's sharp restraint.

"... don't stop, serafi!!... I don't want to be serafi, because I'm not smart. Why is Brad acting like someone else? How did you get along with the Queen? I don't know what to say. I don't really know that I can't reach Alisa...!! But I'm trying to throw my life away to fight for the woman who fell in love with a man. If you overlook this, there's no point living...!!"

Brad looked surprised for a moment and then smiled like a boy.

"Don't remember 'true history'... Arnold always had a funny look and a small mouth, but he was a nice fellow. Even though I'm silent, I say words that resonate with my heart... I've been helped a lot... and I've been told the same thing with a bitter, bitter, crushed face."

Arnold doubted my eyes and ears.

It is not because of an unexpected "true history". Blood, who was always silent and at a certain distance, never laughed at me with such nostalgic eyes and tones.

"... that's strange. Even if you live a different life, the soul or the root is the same thing. That's why I trust Scarlet. Please. Protect my greatest treasure."

It was calm but strong trust, and it lived in the eyes that were pointed. He also told Arnold that he didn't try to stay away from the battle because it would keep his legs tied.

Arnold chewed his lips and looked down at the lying queen.

A queen who worked so hard for her country that her people, including herself, misunderstood her, endured hatred and loneliness. I can no longer make amends or apologize to myself. I couldn't keep my promise to Matsuo to protect the queen. Regret burns your chest. Brad must feel the same way. No, I don't think it's comparable to me just because I put my hands on it directly. You can't regret it enough.

Not to mention Brad was in love with the queen.

I couldn't turn down Brad's request to Arnold anymore.

Brad is definitely on the verge of winning a battle for someone he can't open his eyes to anymore.

My heart hurts. If only the queen were alive, there would still be salvation.

"... Ok!! This Arnold did ask me!! I will protect you even if I take your place!! I won't hurt one wound on the Queen's body even if it's a human remains... No, my queen, I'm sorry to have carried you like this, but give me a break with my arm."

As he slapped his chest, Arnold fell on his knees to break the length and honored the scarlet of the bench. I feel sorry for my beautiful face, which I don't think is dead.

"... you look like you're asleep. Such a pitiful farewell. I'm sorry, my queen. Thank you for crying for my family... excuse me..."

I tend to put my hands gently in my back.

"... no, I'll carry the queen. What are you going to do with the bow? Arnold needs backup."

Arnold's hands grabbed the sky after holding the queen so that Serafi could take it away. Serafi stares at Brad, ignoring Arnold who murmurs and picks up the bow, saying that he can't argue with the right argument alone, no, but it's the story.

"... say goodbye to the Queen.... you really don't regret this ending."

Brad looked back at Serafi and nodded.

"... that's it. Thank you. His smile burns in my memory, even if I don't have to change the words... It's so cute, really. I wanted to show you... oh, I miss it. When he was little, I used to stroke his head like this...."

Brad gently touched Scarlet's head and murmured.

I noticed a bloody palm and stroked it gently with my fingertips.

"Don't treat me like a child, I'm angry and chasing around... I meant to tease you... like a sister, but I don't know when it started. It's strange that I've fallen in love with this guy... the human mind. But there's only one feeling I haven't changed since I was a kid...."

Brad took his hand off the scarlet with regret.

A few steps backwards, laughing gently.

"... bye, Scarlet... I love your smile. I'd be happy to risk my life for that. I've been praying for your happiness... and I'm coming..."

And Brad walked back to Alisa.

Serafi speaks quietly on his lost back.

"... we did take on the Queen. This contract, in exchange for life."

Brad stopped looking back and raised one hand to show his gratitude.

Alisa laughs at her silent listening to a series of conversations.

"... pray for happiness? You killed poor Scarlett with that hand? That's funny. Are you willing to pray for happiness?"

"... well, that's the place. Never mind. Don't be jealous, Alisa.... I'm just thinking about you now. I can only crush you as much as I want...!!"

Alisa shook her body loosely and listened to Brad's conversation as she thought about what to do with her left arm, which had stopped moving.

"... that's a cliché that's about to rise to heaven. But I don't know. A man can hardly forget the woman he loved a long time ago. Women are suspicious creatures.... after all, don't let me expose you like this, and don't move your eyebrows. It's not fair. I want you to expose everything to me even more...."

I'm just having a conversation, but I feel like I'm whispering sweetly to my ears in my bed. Fancy, of course. It looks like the white skin peeking from the torn clothes is inviting gently. Loss of judgment, sexual vibes rise like fog, the view of the solemn chapel is distorted, and it looks like a lowly whorehouse.

No, it actually had a sweet, dazzling aroma. Lustful Alisa releases an aphrodisiac scent. A man like me would have forgotten me and would have fallen in love with Alisa's limbs.

Besides the heavenly dance, the princesses were good at formulating body odors with the combination of food they consumed. Alisa raised up the technology and gave it to herself.

"... I don't know how to color it. You don't know him that well. Anyway, you buy yourself time to plan some crap."

Alisa laughed glossly at Blood, who frowned on temptation.

"... fufu, it's as weird as ever. I wish I could harden something different... that's right. I was wondering if I'd cut off this left-hand hand that you messed up. But even if it's useless, it doesn't seem to be balanced unless it's hanging around. By the way, did you sleep with Scarlet in" True History "?"

He noticed Alisa's meaningless gaze, and Brad looked at her in disgust.

"... I don't want to talk to my stepsister about answering questions."

For Alisa, the answer was equal to being taught.

Alisa laughed joyfully at Blood on the traffic.

"... ahah, what an infidel face. Scarlett is a sinner too. Let a man who doesn't forgive his body risk his life this much. I think she's more of a bad girl than I am.... how can one turn away from the pleasure of sex while thanking the bread for its grace? Both are blessings of God. If all birds, beasts and fish do it, it's not a sin, it's the truth.... well, that's fine. Now let's resume the noble human operation and the heartfelt killing....."

Alisa's mouth remained chopped with laughter, but lewd signs faded around, freezing killing and madness whirled.

"... instead of taking my clothes off, I'll peel them off. I'll pierce your bones as well as your meat. I hate to be spared. Don't let go of your eyes for a second... yes, just stare at your lover. Otherwise, you'll be dead soon...."

Alisa disappeared.

The wind rings sharply on Brad's back.

"... stepping in, 'tempo'. I advised you to stare at your lover..."

Blood's flank is severed and blood splashes fly.

Alisa didn't sift her hands or feet.

Just by passing by, you can cut people like a blade.

"...!!!"

Brad's turning elbows were lightning fast, but Alisa even outpaced them.

"Ahahah!! Love and hate are still not enough...!!"

It's already not flying backwards. Equals fighting a phantom opponent.

"'Temporary' is not an attack, it is evasion that is truly worth it. Not to mention that a woman runs a love affair. Master of innate wickedness...!! If you want to catch me, pull your teeth out more. No shame, no hearsay, no desire, no desire, no love, no hatred, no conviction, come and beat everything...!!"

Alisa laughed proudly, and Arnold's spine became cold.

"Ahahaha, or do you like to be swinging around!? Alright, flirting is also a woman's business!!"

"... what a monster!! Hey!! You're really leaving me!! Blood's going to get killed!!"

The difference in power is obvious. No matter how you look at it, you can only see the future that will kill you.

"... that's why we're retreating!! Blood is no longer limited to his first (...) or last (...) vote (...), (...), (...), (...). Blood does more damage than bodily injury. He literally gave his life for the queen. He's an amazing man. Never waste your feelings...!!"

Serafi chewed his lips and pressed his hand against the queen.

During that slight period, Brad was carved as if he were crushing his body.

The little blood dances like a red whirlwind.

Alisa is just repeating the hit-and-away.

"Frenzy" and heaven dance are not used.

If you step deep with your left hand dead, I'm sure Brad will follow that gap.

Yet the attack was disorienting and extremely troublesome. This is because they are skillfully weaving the "moments" of the tread.

Alisa's fist was unusually powerful. Heavy and fast, it resonates with the core of your body, and your awareness is about to blow. The momentum of the "momentum" is rising. Until then, the loose movement accelerates instantaneously. At the next moment, when she was choked, she retreated in the "tempo" of evasion. The speed difference is too large, making it even harder to capture the divine speed.

Brad shreds his strength without coming out with his hands or feet.

Brad's counter-attack kicked through Alisa with a slight gap.

"... obscurantism, 'Unseen'... I'm disappointed that you should be able to follow me now."

Unlike Brad, who was squeezing death, Alisa had room. I'm not out of breath. You can keep fighting as much as you want. Breathless Blood is completely different.

That's not all.

The "redemption of blood", which uses blood as a source of power, was about to reach its limit due to massive bleeding. The red color of Brad's eyes fades.

"... I got itchy." Frenzy "and" Heavenly Dance "? Then it doesn't reach my mind.... the origin of martial arts is a basic skill. If you collapse, disrupt, take the lead, and hit the opponent in a hurry, it can be a fatal blow with just one fist." Frenzy "and heaven dance have only shortened and strengthened the process. The essence is the same. You can't keep taking it forever. I'm excited to see the end of the battle...."

Alisa stopped at a distance and sighed disappointed.

Brad's chances of winning are zero if there is no "redemption of blood" to strengthen his body.

"... I'm tired of teasing my body. Women are reluctant. How dare you betray my expectations. From now on, let's make a mistake."

Alisa disappeared into a bloody cherry blossom with a frightening smile.

"... if my opponent can't burn up his life, I'll turn him into your passionate lover. Ahahh, but this humiliation... is going to be expensive... and you should chest out with regret."

The vortex of cherry blossoms shrinks with a mocking voice.

What appeared was Alisa, who had changed into a scarlet.

Even if I trampled everything in the world, I was relieved of the signs of a tyrant who was fine.

Too much in contrast to the dead face of a real scarlet reminiscent of a lonely girl.

Memories of the fire rose and Arnold roared.

Brad's face twists with anger and pity.

"... fufu, okay, I wanted to see that look. You said you liked her smile. Strange encounter. Me too. But I want to have the treasure all to myself. Only I know the cute smile of Scarlet... and I'll crush your memorable smile..."

Alisa laughs at Scarlett's face as she gently soothes her red hair and shows it to Brad.

The smile was the name of the ruthless queen of Hydrangea, unmistakably evil.

"... the village of your hometown, the People of the Outer Territories, has been burned down and destroyed.... by the runaway of the besieged Queen's army.... don't leave a single woman or child. Oh, poor thing.... fufu, military commanders were always struggling to find a way to peace. Ever since I was a boy, I've been in love with Scarlet and desperate to help. I decided never to say anything. A devotional love that is satisfying even if the other person doesn't notice it... even though some people praise it as true... fufu, my aesthetic sense doesn't match, it runs like a bug spit. That's why I turned him into a scarlet and snuck him into his bedroom. And I asked him to burn down the village. If it's true love, I wouldn't mistake it for real love...."

"... deceived Scarlett and burned my house... defiled his name and killed my people...!!"

Brad clasped his teeth and stared at Alisa.

"... ahaha, the deceived commander's fault. I didn't realize it was a fake, but I held my deceived scarlet in my arms. Fufu, it wasn't true love... And yet, I've always admired it. If it's for your sake, I'll be happy to die and cry. That was funny. However, when I first invited her naked, I desperately resisted her desire and tried to refuse. You're a goddess to yourself, you can't do it.... my heart tickled at first... that's why."

Alisa continues to tell the cruel truth with joy in the shape of a scarlet.

It reminded me of one of the actresses on stage.

"... don't you want to embrace me because I'm an insulted body? Can't you touch my hands because they're dirty? I cried and showed you. He's trembling like crazy. After that, you're the prettiest person in the world, hugging me in tears... and... fufu, you don't know what you're talking about.... a while ago, Scarlet tried to negotiate directly with the Outsiders in small numbers. He was the escort back then. But the negotiations were denied and they couldn't even get in. The" people outside the Zheng Dynasty "messed me up, and Scarlett got lost on his own and came back with mud after dawn.... the nobles love the honey of misfortune. There were funny rumors that the Queen had been taken hostage and humiliated all night by the women who starved."

"... don't be ridiculous...!! They say it's just one man who can protect a woman in our village. Anyone who forcibly holds a woman in a handcuff doesn't want to be the one who's wrong...!!"

Alisa laughs at Brad roaring in anger.

"... ahaha, idiot, the rumor is not whether it's true or not, but whether everyone believes it. In fact, there was nothing in Scarlet. The Outsiders are an unexpectedly polite family of old knights.... but people believe what they want to believe. Truth is nothing but helpless before it. While Scarlett was in office, the black rumors kept up. He always regretted it. People are fragile when they collapse from weaknesses. Besides, you can't resist asking for a hug from a woman you love."

Remembering Daw Aung's affair, Alisa nodded her lewd tongue.

It reminded me of a magical serpent that contradicted the taste of the prey.

"... the rest is gone... once you drown in the pleasure of meat with someone you love, a man is easily captivated. Not to mention that my sex play and smell are specially made. Once you taste it, you can't get rid of it. All you have to do is put your hands around your neck and whisper your wish, and you'll hear everything you have to say. I doubt the massacre and can't even stop. I mean, I don't want to doubt the words of the loved one I hugged...."

A creature of destiny talks joyfully in the presence of the queen.

"... love is blind... love is drugs... makes me forget, drives me mad, amplifies my emotions. Respect, compassion, superiority, exclusivity, jealousy, dissatisfaction... both good and bad. Growing emotions are easy to understand and roll. That way we can manipulate humans as much as we like. Rolling balls can easily change course by poking lightly from the side. Those foolish rebels were a good prey. I didn't make it impossible. Most people think that they've moved" by their own will ”, and somebody messes with them... that's the truth of life..."

"... Alisa!! Fuck you!! Stop talking in the face of the queen!!"

It was Arnold, not Brad, who couldn't bear to yell.

"... the truth of life!? Bullshit!! There will be more important things in the world!! I fell in love with my secret and burned the house of Blood!! Blood smiled peacefully in love with the woman!! That's not all you should do as a person!! I can't forgive the injustice!! That's my truth!!"

Arnold, who shook herself in anger and squeezed her bow, laughed back at Alisa.

"... you shot and killed Lord Valentine. He was a real good man who didn't abandon Scarlet to the end and who loved Mary after more than twenty years. It would have been worthwhile for Mary to be loved so much. I can't be happier than to think of myself as a woman....."

Alisa sighed softly and changed Arnold's shape.

The name Matsuo was murmuring at the time was flashing behind his head like electric light. Even the Abyss of Death wanted to give the bride Vale, the one Matteo yearned for. Mary and I did have a small mouth, tears and a gentle smile....

"... I can't believe it... I can't believe it... even my old Matsuo lover...!! My old Matsuo feels...!!"

"Stop!! Arnold!! Don't listen to Alisa!! Get out of here...!"

Too angry Arnold was losing his way with words. His eyes were completely dyed, and even the words of Serafi, desperately trying to stop them, could not be heard.

"... ahaha, it was a beautiful snow night. Ser Valentine, who ran away, hugged Mary, who had gotten cold, and cried loudly. Since then, his love has remained frozen.... love is a wandering thing. I made it insoluble forever. There's no room for resentment if you're grateful. Oh, so Arnold killed Lord Valentine, too? I'm getting along with my lover in the afterlife by now.... and their love will be eternal. I did a good thing for you....."

Alisa laughed a little, and her little thoughts of Alisa that remained in Arnold burned out.

"... monsters!! Fuck you...!!"

Inspired by the burning intent to kill, Arnold fired an arrow at Alisa.

The strings burst into Arnold's anger and rang with an incredible sound.

Arrows produced from a shredded iron bow struck Alisa with a momentum to penetrate the bone.

"... disrespectful. Don't you notice the luck you missed once? You'll have to die to learn the foolishness of facing me. Instead of being an eagle, it's useless."

Alisa threw up a cold throw up and gently shook away the arrow of the lump of murder with her hand.

The arrow touched to chase the bug burst into dust in the air.

Even Arnold, who had forgotten himself in anger, turned away in dismay.

Arnold's excellent eyes not only saw the arrow blades and arrow handles, but also the crooked and scattered like a sarah.

"... that you're a bad kid. I told you my" frenzy "would distort, disturb, and collapse what I touched. Whether it's people or arrows, there's no exception. Above all, you denied my creed.... Enough. You're in my way. Go away."

Alisa was right in front of Arnold when she shouted at him in a cold, piercing tone. I was swinging my knife to remove my neck. It was much faster than Arnold was trying to stop Brad than he was trying to pull two arrows.

"... Alisa!! Stop!!"

Brad tried desperately to stop it.

But the God of Destiny was cruel.

Brad's eyes suddenly returned to their original black color from red. Your body is tilted and falling. This has brought us to our limit at this time. Immediately after the "redemption of blood" is lifted, it is hit by a terrible weakness with a recoil. The stretched fingertips couldn't even touch Alisa.

Alisa blew the side too fast.

Even Arnold, who had excellent motor vision, barely recognized that Alisa's figure had grown twice. The only thing I could tell was that I would have made two consecutive "moments" of the tread. Alisa's speed was extraordinarily high and there was too much difference between her body's response rate and that of her. It was equal to a tortoise chasing a suddenly descending falcon with its eyes.

There were Alisa's cold red eyes and eyes. I wasn't laughing anymore.

No hostility, no joy in hunting prey. He never forgave anything to disturb himself and beheaded the tyrant indifferently. It's not just about seeing people as things, it's about seeing people as people and still stepping on them for their own purposes.

The attitude that cats used to play with mice was still more humane.

Arnold realized that he had only been kept alive by Alisa's whims.

At the end of the day, humans were no match for each other. Alisa was the god of disaster.

Death spreads through Arnold's sight. I can't run anymore.

Arnold learns that his life will end with the sword of the imminent Reaper.

"... Arnold!! Run!!"

I can hear Serafi screaming desperately.

Some of life's sights flow like horse running lights.

"... I'm sorry, Serafi. You're smart, so you knew this was gonna happen. You tried so hard to stop me. I'm sorry I wasted it. It was my fault that I shook my emotions.... but I'm always calm, and I'm sure you'll cry more than anyone when I die... even when my family dies.... I guess I've had a long relationship with you. I know more about you than you do..."

An unfortunate whisper appeared on Arnold's face, ready to die.

As the end approached, the mind was strangely calm.

I'm sorry to have a friend to mourn.

Arnold's mind used to hang out with Serafi.

The first time they met was when, as a child, Serafi came to the Royal Embassy of Orchidea in the King's Capital of Hydrangea to apply for a trade permit.

The Kingdom of Orhidea is a trading power. For Serafi, who wanted to rebuild the Orange Chamber of Commerce, it was inevitable. My father died suddenly, so he didn't take over the trade permit.

The gatekeeper on the other side of the Orchidean embassy was famous for its low ranks.

The rich merchants were jealous and demanded bribes in secret to broker their way up. I loved weak harshness, and I felt superiority when I saw merchants looking down on me, soothing my daily anger.

For him, Serafi, who had succeeded him as a young man, was the prey of salivation.

Before the Orange Chamber of Commerce, Serafi's father was a masterpiece, and a small man of heart like this gatekeeper was not a decent opponent. I yelled at the request under my sleeve. The doorman pulled his hips out with a single voice and ran away from there in a desperate manner. The doorman, who exposed himself to indecency, had not forgotten his grudges, and was eager to take revenge on his son, Serafi.

"You want to enter a noble embassy in such a dirty state? I'll clean you up. Come on!!"

I suddenly sprayed dirty water from the cleaning toilet on Rafi, who was dressed up and wanted to be dealt with.

It was still a cold season.

I didn't know why and demanded an extrajudicial brokerage fee from Serafi, who was stunned by the water. It was more than ten times the amount I would raise from another merchant. I can't carry such a high price.

I yelled at the villagers and kicked them with my short legs.

The body of the little serafi blew up like a hill and rolled down the stairs at the entrance.

He quickly turned his arms around his back to protect his head, but beat him everywhere with a hard stone horn.

I can't breathe. Until now, I had been accustomed to walking through the Shura Hall, being scolded and bribed, but I had never met a bastard who was happy when he hit an infant with violence, rather than working.

Still, Serafi couldn't leave.

If you don't get a trade permit, everyone at the Orange Chamber of Commerce who believes in you will get lost. If a normal toddler is exposed to adult violence, he can only cry loudly or freeze with fear. Serafi did not forgive himself either of them. He caught the pain and climbed the stairs with his head down.

"... I'll pay you later if it's not enough, so please do the brokerage."

The doorman kicked Serafi with his head down again relentlessly.

My nails entered my belly properly and burned in front of my eyes with severe pain.

Cerafi, who was not seasick in the rough sea, broke his body and vomited.

By that time, passers-by noticed the anomaly, but the Kingdom of Orhidea is far more powerful than Hydrangea. Not to mention the extraterritoriality of the embassy. Everyone had to look down, pretend not to look, and pass by.

The doorman stepped on Serafi's head in agony.

I put my weight on a cold cobblestone and pressed my cheeks against it.

Apologized for the dirty entrance, licked it with his tongue, and ordered it cleaned. It wasn't a decent human thing to do.

Still, Serafi trembled with humiliation, but followed his demands.

The future of everyone at the Orange Chamber of Commerce was more important to Serafi than his pride.

However, that healthy readiness did not lead to the doorman.

The doorman laughed mockingly when he saw the scratch on his forehead from the traumatized and disturbed serafi's forehair.

"Licking my own gelo is like a dog. No, your father was murdered by a dog."

He had heard about Serafi's wounds and death before the head of the Orange Chamber of Commerce.

With a cruel distorted smile, he ordered Serafi.

"... hey!! My father can't protect his wife, he leaves a scar that is difficult for children to see, say he's an idiot bitten by a dog!! Then I'll go through here!!"

The serafi that had endured the irrational treatment until now froze.

His body trembled more than just because he became a wet mouse and was deprived of his temperature. I could still bear it if it was just about the forehead defect. I could not forgive my esteemed father for being despised. Moreover, it is not possible to tear the father's mouth with his own mouth.

I definitely don't want to follow.

But there is no future for the Orange Chamber of Commerce unless it is followed.

The doorman, who perceived with the uniqueness of the human intuition that was tormenting the suffering of Serafi, rested on the lid here and there and threatened Serafi slightly.

"... it must have been hard. With a few words, you'll get your permission to make a wish. Sometimes I wonder what."

A man of inferior character is all the more delighted that a proud man should be filthy. Causing a strange obsession with scavenging poop in a clean place. This gatekeeper was no exception.

Serafi held his fist and chewed his lips so tightly that he bled.

He has a duty to protect his living companions.

Do not lose sight of the thoughts of your dead relatives.

For the first time, tears appeared in the blue eyes of the generous serafi who made the painful decision.

"... Dad, Mom... I'm sorry...!!!"

Serafi opened her mouth as she cried in her heart and apologized.

"... my father..."

It was precisely then that I tried to follow the gatekeeper's instructions with my colon in mind.

It got a little dark in front of my eyes.

I realized it was the shadow of a giant owl passing through the sky a long time later.

The proud gatekeeper pulled through.

Because he knew what the shadow meant.

An arrow flew through the wind, scratching the doorman's cheek and piercing the thick board door behind him.

The arrows were strangely short. It's like a child's toy. And yet it's more powerful than a nearby Bowgun.

In fact, at first I thought Serafi was a short bow gun with arrows.

But the archer is nowhere to be found.

Bowgun has a short range. Besides, this arrow has arrow wings.

I didn't know why, and Serafi forgot to get hurt or get up, staring at the strange phenomenon.

"... you don't have to listen to such a jerk. Hey, scoundrel. This Arnold has seen through the eyes of the owl."

A bareheaded carriage with two nobles' crests stopped suddenly in front of the embassy.

A noble child with a bow and arrow stood on a folded cover.

Golden eyes like penetration, light black skin that instincts strength even at a young age, and flaky back hair. The hairstyle that protruded everywhere reminded me of a wild wolf. The wild landscape burned violently into Serafi's memory.

The trunk did not shake due to the vibration of the carriage or the recoil of the sudden stop, and the bow remained firmly in place.

A totally non-aristocratic child with a strange taste of the times.

That was Serafi's first encounter with Arnold.

Unable to wait for the carriage door to open, Arnold jumped lightly, rushing toward the serafi, and roared at the dirty water of the serafi.

"... I'm going to do it all by myself"

When I took off my shimmering coat, I threw it at Serafi sitting still.

I don't know what's going on and I wipe my clothes with the hair of the serafi that makes my eyes tingle.

"I don't have a towel. Come on."

He laid his knees to the side of the serafi and smiled so that he could feel comfortable.

"... leave this to me. Don't talk until you say so. I won't do anything wrong."

I whispered with a whisper that only Serafi could understand.

I'm sure he looks up at the gatekeeper.

"Hey!! What did you say to my friend? Damn it."

Arnold's house is a famous home with deep ties to the Kingdom of Orchidea.

Knowing that he had bought the discomfort, the lowly gatekeeper rounded his eyes and trembled.

"... I'm sorry...! I didn't know you were friends... this was a mistake... and I'll take care of it right away..."

He flattered himself and was much younger than himself, Arnold.

But the same thing happened to Serafi when he rounded his eyes.

I've never met my friend Arnold or anything before.

Arnold yelled at the bewildered serafi to keep it so wet that there was no visitation and no trouble, and made him promise to take care of it properly next time as he got dressed and came back out again.

"... um... please keep this to yourself..."

Arnold dragged the reluctant serafi to the carriage, whispering his nose to the gatekeeper who was following him with a whispering hand and throwing up that it was up to your next move.

"... because there was a villa in my house not far from here. I'm not going to change there. I'll catch a cold if I stay like this."

Serafi was confident in seeing people. The tone is violent, but Arnold's eyes are not malicious. I decided that I was a trustworthy person and followed my words. He didn't thank me right away because Arnold insisted on keeping his eyes shut.

"... okay, you can't hear me anymore. I don't know. The roads are crowded. I was looking down at Owl's eyes, so I knew what was going on. I arrived late by carriage. It was a disaster."

Arnold sneezed at once as he gave his jacket to Serafi instead of a towel.

"... thank you for your help. My name is Serafi Orange, and I am the head of the Orange Chamber of Commerce. Until we make a deal... there's no words of gratitude. I will surely repay this gratitude... at the risk of my life."

Now that the gatekeeper's eyes are gone, Arnold doesn't have to pretend to be his friend anymore, so he lowers his head and holds Arnold in the next seat as he tries to move to the other passenger seat.

"... a gift? I don't need it. I happened to be watching the town, and I didn't care what happened, so I just went there. Stiff greetings aren't a hobby. I'm Arnold. Nice to meet you. Let's get along with someone close to our age."

Arnold stared seriously at Serafi's face as he approached him recklessly.

"... look at your eyes, Emerald. You look beautiful. If it's a woman, I think it would be amazing. No, even a man. Don't give me your forehair and show me your face."

Serafi, who usually has long forehair down to hide the defect on her forehead, has never been praised. It twitches, and a good return doesn't come to mind.

"... because my forehead defect makes people feel creepy..."

I leaked the truth.

"It's a forehead flaw. Bakayaro. I don't care what that doorman says. A man's defect is a medal, a sign of a warrior. You're a good warrior. I just got numb. You kept lowering your head to such a scum to protect your family, didn't you? I made up my mind when I saw that. I mean, I'm going to be a cop with this guy... if you insist, that's what you're going to thank me for."

As Arnold said, Serafi burst out unexpectedly.

"I'm not a warrior, I'm a merchant... but I don't feel bad about being called a warrior. That's fine. I'd be happy if I could. Best Regards,"

Serafi, who lives in a world of mastery, was accustomed to reading the poison behind the smelly words. For such a serafi, Arnold's words, which were brutal but intrinsically gentle, seemed like a bath of cool water.

"... oh, you're laughing with a nice smile. A good man attracts people with a smile. Nice to meet you, and now that you're Lord Daddy, you have no respect or respect. That's good."

Serafi gripped Arnold's hand with both hands. Press on your forehead to pray.

"... okay.... thank you, Arnold. Thanks to this, the future of the Orange Chamber of Commerce has opened up. A merchant lives on a deal. I promise to pay you back the favor you took one day. My name and my life."

"Heeeeee. We're going to help each other. No such thing, flush it away."

The skin of Arnold's hand was thick at dawn when he forged his bitter bow. I suppose I crushed the beans many times. Serafi deepened his preference for Arnold in response to the feeling of the hard worker's hand.

Since then, Serafi and Arnold have become unique best friends.

There were strange horses with different personalities, like calm and direct feelings, water and fire.

We've been acting together. They were the ones who could rest assured of each other's backs. I don't know how many times I saved the other party's crisis and vice versa. Both sorrow and joy have always been shared.

But that's over.

"... but I don't know how to die, but there was a friend who looked at me like a serafi. That's all... well, that's not bad. It wasn't that bad, was it?... thank you, best friend..."

Arnold closed his eyes and tried to wait for the end. The wind blew.

But that wasn't the sound of Alisa dropping her neck.

"... I told you. I will definitely repay the gratitude I received....."

My friend's kind voice blew too much.

Serafi's red captain's clothes flipped in front of me.

The trademark of Arnold's best friend, always next to him.

Serafi was jumping forward to protect Arnold.

Run the whip like a sword.

There can't be anyone who can move faster than Alisa.

I couldn't see because I was behind Arnold, but before Alisa attacked Arnold, the next line

He predicted the movement, quickly lowered the queen he was holding onto the floor, and ran away.

Arnold was caught in the eagle by the fear that all his hair was about to rise upside down.

I tried to scream, "Stop." I can't speak in time.

Because it was actually a blinking event.

The sense of time is lagging.

Alisa glanced at the cold serafi and changed her target.

Alisa can't be whipped. Alisa is equal to a natural disaster. Serafi knew it better than anyone, so he tried to persuade Arnold to retreat many times. The serafi is trying to confront Alisa properly. Protect Arnold, but cast aside his calculations to do so, shielding his life.

"... how stubborn is this idiot!!! How stubborn are you?!! Give me back my thanks!! Don't be ridiculous!! I don't know how much you have to fish for so long!! I can't even give back such a simple profit and loss account to a merchant!!!"

Tears appeared in Arnold's eyes.

"... you said you were useless to my friend!! Undo it!!"

A whip of serafi's wrath flashed with lightning.

It is not a speed that can be captured by human eyes.

But even the power of that thought didn't work for Alisa at all.

Alisa whips. The power of "Frenzy" scattered Serafi's whip to the root with a single blow.

"Stop!! Please don't kill Serafi!! Kill me if you want to!!"

Arnold screamed silently.

There was not a single person in front of Alisa, such as a full-sided person.

But a new whip struck Alisa as it emerged from the shadow of the ripped flying whip.

And Serafi took the whip of his right hand, and concealed it from Alisa, and sifted it with his left hand. The thin black whip succeeded in lurking in the shadow of the first whip.

"... twin dragon whip..."

Alisa jumped back big.

"... I'm surprised. That's a lot.... Arnold, you were right to choose the truth of your friend. I'll undo what I said was useless. Thank you, it's hard for your friends to get around."

There was a sound of praise in the murmur when I landed.

Arnold, who had been bewildered, glanced at the serafi.

"... that's awesome!! Serafi!! How dare you let Alisa say that!! I was surprised too!! I can't believe I hid that whipping trick...!!"

Inspired by Serafi, who risked his life to regain his honor, Arnold's feet rushed over and hugged him.

It's frozen.

Both cheeks of Serafi were conveyed, and the blood fell on my feet.

Alisa laughed cold.

"... I wonder what you're mistaken for. What surprised me wasn't such a trick. I knew my eyes would be crushed, but I didn't try to avoid it for my friends, just in case. I got that beautiful emerald for interrupting me."

"... Serafi... for you, for me... for me, your eyes...!!"

Arnold's eyes were filled with tears.

Lose your words and stretch your trembling fingers toward the serafi.

Serafi gently took his hand and pressed it against his cheek.

"... this? It's no big deal. Merchants are not wrong about priorities. Arnold's life is much more important than mine. That's why I protected it. Isn't that all?"

"Bakayaro!!... that's all!! You're much better...!"

Serafi gently talks to Arnold, who shivers his shoulders.

"... Arnold's hands are warm. Do you remember the embassy we first met? [M] That was really nice... don't say anything about me. You've been my hero ever since. I'm more proud of my dear friend than anyone...."

Alisa laughs happily.

"... I was going to kill everybody, but I enjoyed it more than I thought. Arnold, you're gonna miss it. Better get your hands together and run. As long as life lasts. How far can I escape?"

"... escape? Don't get me wrong, Alisa. I told you I was a merchant. Leaving it behind doesn't suit your nature. We're going to do it now."

Serafi laughs invincibly.

Alisa frowned surprisingly and changed her face, twisting herself and looking at her back.

A small bag with claws was hooked on Alisa's back waist.

White smoke rises. There was a sound of oil exploding.

"... the romaria (Homura)... sometime...!!"

Alisa moans.

The moment Alisa attacked, Serafi put everything to rest.

My eyes and even my whip were full of tears.

Serafi's real aim was to set Alisa on a pyrotechnic smelter that melted iron.

Serafi smiled at the congregation.

"... merchants are powerless. So I'm going to read and fight ahead.... whether dirty or hurt, it's all for reward!! You might think of the weak!! Burn!! Alisa!!"

A dazzling fire pillar stood up.

Breathtaking Arnold and Brad are losing sight.

Even if it is far away, the hot air swirls through the skin.

Ultra-high temperatures overwhelmed Alisa. White dye the interior of the chapel.

Sparkling sparks burst out and a vermilion hole was poured into the fallen floor. The floor around the pyre melts like candy and rolls up.

The radiant heat burned the surrounding wreckage.

The legacy of Romanian civilization, once feared to corrupt battleships, was ravaged by a high heat that melted even the iron armor in an instant.

The tip of the guilty fire, which was small in scale but did not allow any creature on earth to survive, stretched to the ceiling of the chapel and made a hole.

It was an ultra-high-temperature torch unlikely at the civilized level of the world.

Even Brad, who knows better than anyone the strength of Alisa, was convinced of the victory. To Brad's people from outside the kingdom, the alchemist passed on the method of making the Romarian cymbals. No man is powerless before this flame.

Instead of paying off, Serafi reversed the miracle at his own expense.

High-temperature firecrackers that cannot be seen directly are gradually becoming smaller.

The sound of a little explosion subsided.

Brad had a sad look and walked around to Arnold, holding Cerafi in his arms and crying.

The step froze.

The sound of a dry applause echoed in the chapel.

And the sounds that lifted up the hearts of the hearts of the hearers came out of the still smoking flames.

"... you're lying...!!"

Arnold stunned.

A scary black dress swayed like a flag left on the old battlefield.

The curly blonde hair rises fluffy. Her eyes were brighter with joy than fire.

The lips clearly depict the shape of the evil Moon and Sun.

An intact Alisa slowly emerged from Romeria's pocket.

The applause seemed a little impossible with the broken left hand, and I stopped laughing bitterly.

"... fufu... ahaha... the merchants are scary after all. Use two wheels that conflict with interest and trust. I put my life in that way. In a more developed world of distribution, you will be larger than your country. Not to mention the danger of overlooking profits... even worse than martyrs."

Alisa was in a good mood.

I narrowed my eyes to enjoy the sparkle of the flame and scratched up my disturbed blonde hair.

"Excellent. Serafi Orange. I didn't know how strong I was, but I had my hands full. I feel like kissing you. Maybe you could have taken one of the Seven Demons with you. But it won't reach me."

In Arnold's arms, Serafi trembled.

"... no way... tell me if Alisa is intact...!! Arnold...!!"

Arnold couldn't answer his blinded friend's request.

Serafi's life-threatening strategy didn't work for Alisa at all.

You can't say such a thing.

Arnold swallowed and hugged her tightly to protect the serafi.

Alisa tells mercilessly.

"I'm sorry, but I'm intact. Hidden technique" Unseen "is extremely difficult to recognize, not only from people, but also from flames. But be proud. I would like to pay a heartfelt tribute to your good fight."

"... Alisa... my...!!"

Arnold didn't even try to wipe her tears, but stared at Alisa with an incredible eye.

"... stupid... you can do that with 'Unseen'..."

Blood roared with shock and Alisa replied in a calm tone.

"... I can do it. How many times do you think I've looped my life? Even if it looks like this, I don't hate trying. The true strength of human beings is to grow hard... in this third loop. It's like a violation, so I'm not really proud of it. This is the seventy-second loop, by the way. You know what it means now. I know it's a cowardly disparity, but I'll let you know."

Alisa talks to promising but still immature students.

It's neither mockery nor cruelty. Silent atmosphere like darkness across the stars.

Brad was at war.

Only he understood Alisa's words correctly.

The seventy-second Brad is much inferior in experience and body to Brad in "True History." I don't remember the previous seventy-first time either. Adding memories of "true history" to it won't give you any more strength than Blood of "true history".

In contrast, Alisa spent another seventy-two times of her life preserving her memory of "true history."

The difference in strength of my boyfriend was desperate.

In "True History," Brad has never beaten Alisa. It's a good thing you missed it. There is still a difference between Alisa and the experience of heaven and earth. There is no chance of winning anymore.

"... you still fight. I'm sorry, but I won't bother you. That must be the courtesy to the warrior... Ah, you're coming too. You already know the difference in strength. I was going to let Serafi get away with it, but...."

Arnold shook angrily and shook his bow.

"... don't be ridiculous!! Can you pull it by crushing Serafi's eyes!! I don't care about the difference in strength!!"

"... eyes? I stepped in on purpose. It can't be done with just eyes. I told you I wouldn't bother you."

Serafi, who was sitting underneath, broke his body and vomited blood.

"... Serafi...!!"

Arnold screamed as he saw the red blood spreading across his chest.

"... Hidden Techniques" Unseen "can also be used to attack. Seriously, I can cut off my arms without being understood at all. I don't feel any pain either. I wonder if this was mastered at the beginning of the first loop. I pierced my chest when I closed my eyes earlier. Looks like your body finally recognized the wound.... fatal wounds. I can't help you anymore."

Arnold distorted his face in despair and fell off his knees.

"... that's why I told my best friends to hold hands and run away. It was the last precious time I could reach out to my living friends.... I thought I'd pick you up at the end of the day by myself. Poor thing, at that point, Serafi's death had already been decided."

"... Serafi!! Hey, open your eyes!! Serafi!! Serafi!! Serafi...!!"

Arnold's moaning screams, hugging Serafi who had stopped moving while she was still drooping, echoed pitifully across the chapel.

When it was the new moon, it was almost over.