The Villainess Who Has Been Killed 108 Times

"... Serafi!!... it's my fault!! Why am I so stupid... I'm sorry...!!"

Alisa threw an insult at Arnold, who buried her face in a tight seraphe's chest and grieved.

"... oh, you're not coming? You're in a good position to drive your friend to death in the first place with emotion. It's easy for young children to just get excited and cry. Nothing is easier than a selfish life, and your feelings are more important than those of your friends. An apology is nothing but complacency."

In a broken chapel, Alisa looked down at Arnold, kneeling on the floor and crying, and spoke quietly like a priest. I don't feel guilty in the tone. The person who killed Serafi was not a good word to say. Alisa exclaimed her words about how Arnold would react to the lecture and looked up with interest. Deeply mourning, Arnold's ears did not hear Alisa's voice. Alisa became angry.

"... I'm intrigued... I hate men who are irresponsible and don't understand. At least if you were in True History, you'd shoot me first before you mourn.... oh, yeah... I wanted to apologize for one thing... I have to get through to the underdog."

Alisa sighed with disappointment and lost interest.

A piece of mosaic stained glass glows like snow and falls down in flashes.

It's the remnants of the battle we just fought. An angel with a stained glass near the ceiling was blown up from his knee. The fragments sticking to the window frame are peeling off.

Like loving the unexpected beauty of destruction, Alisa looked up for a while, then sparkled the beautiful golden curls with flames and lay down her sad eyelashes.

When I did so, I looked like a maiden.

Even the name "Savior Maiden" seems to be too small for her shoulders.

It is completely out of proportion to the fire of Rome that keeps burning near Alisa.

Rose gardens and beautiful gardens look better than the Guren flames.

But beneath Alisa's worrying eyelashes, there is a whirlpool of burning malice that exceeds the flame. Below a cute hide is the nature of a fierce cannibal tiger. It's not a hunt for life, it's an extremely cruel one that encourages killing for play. Besides, I'm in a bad mood.

Deeply disappointed and despised that Arnold would not behave as expected while trying to kill him without hesitation. I can't read the next move like a whimsical thundercloud. My feelings are everything in the world, and I will not forgive anyone who disturbs me. I can't help but burn it down. There is a lack of compromise among ordinary people to live in society. It was too heterogeneous and mental.

Abnormal madness and a strong spirit like diamonds are the essence of Alisa.

Because she is a beautiful woman, she is blessed with the talent of Wu, so she is not a character created for this reason.

Alisa was a thorough Alisa anyway.

Soft lips took the form of a cold frozen winter moon.

Alisa sighs deliberately and puts her hands on a black ribbon with tied hair.

"... I didn't spare you the strength I had so far. My aesthetic consciousness didn't allow me to use the power gained from the loop... the game won't be fun unless I start with an equivalent card. Crushing with overwhelming force is not enough to taste the flavor of battle. No, I don't think killing people like garbage is a waste. Yeah, I'm sure it is."

Alisa suddenly started talking, playing with the black ribbon with her fingertips.

It looks like an innocent child's gesture, but Brad's eyes look like a cannibal tiger playing with toys.

Sometimes it looks like a whimsical cat family, and it might look like it's too much.

I don't know how to fly too fast.

Perhaps he would have kept talking without a single human being on the spot.

My world doesn't matter whether Alisa responds or not.

Because I don't want to listen to others' opinions.

"... because I love the way humans struggle, and I love the heart that doesn't give up on difficulties. That's why the end of burning up is beautiful. At that time, everyone becomes a brilliant actor. To scorch my chest.... I want to enjoy it more and more. That's why I interfere in that life so that everyone can play a good role. Makes me angry sometimes, makes me sad sometimes... so that my heart that I'm watching gets even more boiling..."

Alisa's face rose in disappointment.

The illumination of the mad beliefs and flames stuck in Alisa's eyes.

Open your hands wide and laugh softly in the flames.

"... Ahahah, having more power than anyone is never just a chest buzz. Any fool can do most things if he acts as powerful as he thinks. But nothing is more boring than a life where everything comes true. So, the less-than-black ribbon is a warning to myself not to fall into force easily. It's a sign that I won't lose my temper. But I can't be weak anymore. I can't get the pleasure of trying to be difficult.... so I get hot when I see someone who lives as long as I can. Let's give it a little more challenge... what a beautiful and heartbreaking life you've only got weak power..."

It sounded thoughtful, but fundamentally crazy.

At a time when you are trying to satisfy your heart with pleasure by trampling on others.

"... Alisa aah!! Don't be ridiculous!!"

Blood, who had forgotten himself in anger, burst out like a thunderbolt. Alisa burned Brad's village, executed Arnold's family, and killed Serafi. That is not inevitable. There are countless lives that Alisa rarely sprinkles. I couldn't allow myself to laugh and speak in a beautiful way.

Brad disappeared and appeared on Alisa's side like a horse. I packed a distance of more than ten meters in an instant. I used the "tempo" of the tread. With that acceleration, Alisa's chest was captured by a fist blow as she stepped in.

"... how many people's happiness have you ruined by such nonsense...!! Don't talk about people dying and living in madness with a sense of entertainment!! Everyone's life is not your toy!!"

Brad clawed his teeth. Alisa is a true genius. If you are concerned, it is almost impossible. We could have minimized the damage. Yet she kept using her abilities to create hell. Scarlet has always worked desperately to reduce the casualties. I put up with my teeth. I was crying alone because of guilt. This guy...!!

"Conduction" runs through the fist. But Alisa didn't try to avoid it.

The strange feeling of hitting a piece of charged iron came back, causing Blood's fist to squeeze and his body to gaze up.

"... nonsense? There's a fool who doesn't know the value of something. Nothing is better than the glow of human life. And the pursuit of pleasure puts one's life at stake, so one can develop civilization.... I wonder if you think you're just going to stop me on the way. Fufu... ahaha, it tickles.... Brad, I think that your" blood redemption "without" conduction "will work for me... I wonder if you're caressing me."

After Alisa stared coldly, she burst into laughter. Twist your hips upwards as if you were trying to drain the water droplets. Alisa's surroundings were creepy distorted. The sound of my ears twitching like a creepy golden trumpet whirls.

"... hmm, I wonder if it's twenty. It's rough to caress. It is warm to attack. If you want to overturn my claim, you can be more serious. Nothing is more ridiculous than the howling of the weak... if you want to kill, come with your whole body. Don't talk to me with your ravenous fist, you insolent bastard."

Discard insult and scoring, and Alisa's eyes sharpen again.

The torn dress sighs like a dark forest of demons.

"... blow it up...!! while biting regrets...!!"

"......!?"

Alisa's lips arc. Brad started as if he had come into contact with a high voltage current. I felt painful and felt like I could stop breathing. Your eyes are filled with astonishment. Alisa blew up Brad's "conduction" without using her hands. Oops, I think I was pulled up by a tornado. The body is manipulated by a strange flow of power. I couldn't resist it at all, as if my arms were twisted to my back. Brad trembled from the bottom of his heart. Assuming that her moves were as expected, Alisa's skill was much higher than she could imagine.

"... stupid...!!"

Brad moaned. I didn't want to believe it. There is too much difference in strength. There is no chance of winning. Alisa's gaze meets that of Brad, who was skyrocketed high. Alisa's mouth depicted the smile of the moon. The hem of the dress was deliberately spread out like a black vortex. It looked like an abyss in the dark sky.

A moment later, his body was wrapped in a fiercely painful flame, and Brad was agonized as he danced through the universe.

"... ahaah, dance. Moaning.... you just noticed. I'll give you special details so you can be more hopeless. That was a twist of tears... instantly, doubling the" frenzy "and wrapping it all around your body. Ah, and the turn of your skill, which returns the opponent's power as it is... it also contains that effect. An absolute shield of attack and defense. I wonder if I learned it in the ninth loop. Your attack will no longer reach me. Not to mention" conduction. "

Alisa giggled.

The joyful commentator was similar when disclosing an overwhelming hand in poker. Looking at the face of all the participants, he deliberately talks about the role slowly. I was interested in driving Brad spiritually, not into battle. Brad's death was nothing but an amusement to Alisa.

"... oh, I forgot to tell you, but if you start crying, you'll get a few" frenzy "shots at the same time. Be careful. If you do anything bad, your fist will not break, but you will die.... oh, my advice, maybe it's too late."

Alisa clasped her hands to her mouth and sighed. The hidden mouth remained carved with laughter.

"... shit...!?"

Brad's body is shaken in the air like a rat fireworks as he receives an enhanced "frenzy." It was like a bomb exploded inside my body. I was injured in my internal organs and my vomiting blood circled like a red flower. Alisa laughs at the way she dances with her invisible partner.

"... while you're enjoying the dance, shall we continue with the commentary? I don't want to cry. Use my manipulated vortex of blood flow as the starting point of power. Do you understand? Then you can increase the vortex of power according to the technique of Tenbu. You don't have to move your body too much. Unnecessary and flashy behavior like yours today is difficult to see. Courtesy and martial arts are sophisticated.... fufu, it's a rough dance, so make sure you're at least as good as landing."

Alisa laughed and pointed to the floor.

"... how long are you gonna look down on me? Go to hell."

There was a roar.

He was knocked on the rubble floor, and Brad became like a shredder and splashed again and again. It was like being grabbed by a transparent giant and thrown with all the force. Unable to kill the momentum, he sprinkled the debris on the floor and rolled. The repeated clashes replaced the brakes and finally stopped. This will not happen even if the elephant throws it at me. It was no wonder he died of a systemic fracture.

The dust is dancing again.

Cracked and crushed wood exposes a fresh crack.

The strong scent of resin is mixed with the sweet smell of dust.

The feeling of a sandy, rough tail fell apart.

"... don't be ridiculous... it's full of monsters... you're brushing too much..."

Still, Brad stood up moaning.

The amount of bleeding is not unusual, and the iron of the blood tide is likely to smell here.

Close to a miracle. Hundreds of people, hundreds of people, were as miserable as judging Brad to be dead.

Alisa's eyes were slightly surprised.

It was no wonder it was mixed with rubble.

"... I want you to tell me that you've polished me like a woman. Shameful landing. Fifteen. But I can still stand up.... strange thing. Even your body in" True History "would be sorry if you received my wit cry properly.... ahh... fufu, I'm kind of swallowing things up, Mr. Pettenson."

After seeing Brad's body glow blurrily, Alisa lifted her mouth.

"... I knew it. I thought it was unusually sturdy for the body of a degraded loop. In" True History ", I miss the familiar boiling sight... fufu,... When you fought for Scarlet, no matter how many warriors you defeated, you stood up like a feral bird."

Alisa narrows her eyes. The ice blade sparkles behind it.

"... to protect the beloved princess, the warriors who do miracles. You've always been pulled out of your power and challenged by me. Ahah, it's like a myth that grows up. But there wasn't such a nasty irregularity when it came to turning enemies around. Both I and the Seven Demons have been made easy.... even though we are both qualified as true ancestors... the only uniquely protective force allowed only by Scarlet..."

On the way, it changed to a slightly gentle tone.

Alisa remembered the lost relationship.

Her unusual, nostalgic, distant eyes glitter. Malicious and murderous, it wasn't like Alisa.

Miraculously, Alisa leaped fluffily behind the intact altar. Sitting on the altar without hesitation, he put his beautiful feet together to show off.

It's an attitude that provokes the vague atmosphere of the chapel.

It reminded me of a beautiful fallen angel who rebelled against the discipline of the heavens.

With his right hand in front of him, the light plunged in from an empty hole in the chapel roof. I just happened to see the sun from the clouds, but I didn't think so. It's like being born to obey the weather. I can't let go of my eyes. A strangely timing loved person does exist.

Alisa's gaze was not on the spot.

It was only poured into the remains of the scarlet behind them.

The cheeks became peachy.

"... Bloodstalker, answer honestly. Scarlet, you must be alive. You were just out of your mind. Otherwise, that damn force won't activate. That's why the loop doesn't start."

Distort red eyes into joy and ask pleasantly.

Your voice and breath are coming out. I dress with joy.

Brad's silence was confirmed.

"Aha!! Aha!! I desperately asked Serafi and Arnold to take Scarlet away."

The noble and arrogant atmosphere has changed, and with the naivety that reminds me of a young girl, I shove my feet. I didn't mind seeing the contents of the skirt. Alisa is not always ruthless or sexy, and her childish innocence is strong in the front. Looks like a happy and excited kitten.

I saw Brad with the stars in his mouth, and I finally got out.

Speak out your reasoning as if you were good at it.

"Brad... you've used your life to revive Scarlet... but I was thinking about the possibility. I was deceived by the crying of lies. I killed him instantly with a cardiac arrest, so the heart itself wasn't broken. What a great actor to deceive me with that sadness... you've become such a bad man. I guess we look good together."

Alisa's cheeks smiled with teasing.

"... don't say bad things. I can't afford to act. After killing Scarlet... when the memory of" True History "came back... despair came to my attention. I rushed into a heartbeat synchronization... but I honestly bet it would come back to life.... I didn't feel alive. I lied like I was breathing, and I didn't want to go with you."

Blood throws up and throws up.

I remembered that I was afraid that the scarlet might not come back to life, and my cheeks were also chicken skin.

With that fear, Alisa shook her blonde hair and laughed.

And as I remembered, I once again had a glorious sign.

But my feet kept hitting me.

"... ahaha, that's crazy. That's pure love. That's why I shook my stick so many times for a chance to hold the scarlet. Fufu, and I remember.... heart rhythm synchronization... you were the one who manipulated the blood of others and even reproduced the" redemption of blood ". But in exchange, you give up your blood in large quantities."

Alisa was terribly fascinating.

It reminded me of the flower queen who took masculinity to hand.

The atmosphere changes rapidly when it comes around, and I can't let go of my eyes. It's like a kaleidoscope that's free-floating.

Brad was reluctant to admit that she was in a good mood and had the glamour to captivate people's hearts. It is not comparable to when you are a flower garden lady who is attracted to a man.

Alisa keeps talking like one of the actresses on stage.

I was just talking and it became a picture.

"... in fact, in 'True History', the loss of heart rhythm synchronization on the scarlet killed you.... this time, you used it to move the stopped scarlet's heart again.... ahh, the scarlet of the body is cute, but the cuteness of the living scarlet is better than a few steps."

Alisa, who stopped her legs from moving, turned her gaze back and gently dyed her cheeks.

I closed my knees with manners.

He seemed ashamed to expose his back in front of Scarlet.

"A very deep sleep is a side effect of resuscitating the heart. Fufu, you look like a sleeping princess."

Alisa glanced at the lips of the queen scarlet and nodded.

It looked just like a Cheshire cat.

It was now clear that the queen was alive. When you hear it, you hear a faint, regular breathing sound. I could clearly see the thin chest rising and falling.

"... but resuscitation is a technique that goes against nature, and the price is... yes, half of Blood's total blood volume. You barely saved your life by manipulating the blood flow. Fufu, I can't believe you fought me with that much handiwork... I thought Brad of" True History "lacked skill. I want you to yell at me for being disappointed early. You are still worthy of my enemies.... and you heard your clever Serafi Orange. That's right. What a surprise to apply it quickly... I'll compliment you."

Alisa was so impressed that she called out to Serafi, who was lying down like a doll. Arnold, who was hugging Serafi and crying, shouted in surprise. I wondered if Serafi's body lit up, because I trembled and coughed up blood.

"Serafi!?"

"... really... I didn't think I could do it anymore... as soon as I felt so strongly about protecting the queen... 'True History'... I still can't believe it... I can't believe our mission was to protect the queen..."

Her breath is painful, but she speaks clearly. Arnold cried and held on.

"... I can't wait..."

"Bakayaro!! Don't worry about it, it's a dialog!!"

Alisa giggles and tells the bewildered serafi that Arnold is rubbing her nose full of tears.

"... you're surprised, right? But you shouldn't expect too much. The power of protection is notorious. The power is only to protect the scarlet. It's not for you. The ability to drag the abilities of five warriors beyond their limits to serve as a shield for Scarlet.... I don't mind dying of a recoil later.... that the" True History "scarlet wanted to curse and seal its own power. So anyway, your life won't last much longer. Of course, my eyes are not healed. Ahah, poor thing."

"... no way...!! Cerafi...!!"

Arnold complains of a cruel proclamation.

If you don't let Alisa speak, you turn your back on her and hold her tight.

"... it hurts, Arnold. It's a good year for both of us, so please stop."

And Serafi smiled bitterly, uncomfortable, and slipped out of her arms.

He took Alisa's words calmly.

"... Alisa, I don't want to get into your broken hands anymore. I am not afraid of death. [M] In the sea, there was always a plate separated from death. Death is getting ready to rot.... so I can only thank you if this is your first life. I just want to make sure I get this chance back."

Serafi raised his face and grabbed Arnold's arm.

I couldn't see, so I couldn't get too far, so I stuck my head in Arnold's jaw.

"... it hurts!?"

There was a loud noise and Arnold looked, but the desperate serafi didn't even notice that his head hit. Alisa laughs angrily.

"Arnold!! Please!! Take the bow and fight Alisa with me!! Alisa found out that the Queen is alive. I can't run anymore. We had no choice but to fight and clear the way.... the queen's survival came down because I thought you were too honest to hide anything.... Alisa was too strong to be noticed, and she wanted to get over it. But I never despised you. I seriously believe that your arrow would lead me to Alisa. [M]... I'm dying already. Please listen to my last wish as a friend...!!"

I suppose he cared so much about what he kept quiet. I spoke with a strong voice of trust in Arnold. I was desperate. She said it all at once, wiping the blood bubbles from the edge of her mouth.

"Serafi....."

The sad plea turned Arnold's face into that of a warrior.

"... I don't really think I'm going to lead to that monster. But if you say so, I'm sure it is. Have I ever doubted your words? To me, Serafi Orange is the most trusted and best friend in the world...."

Wipe the edges of the serafi's mouth with blood, stand up, and take a step forward.

Arnold's eyes with the bow were no longer lost.

"I'll cry later... I won't refuse your wish. Don't apologize, please, just order. Whether it's Alisa or the devil, I'll definitely punch you out and prove your eyes were right... for now, that's all I can think about. Please read the wind...."

Serafi rejoiced at Arnold's words as he squeezed his bow.

"... leave it to me. I feel the wind on my skin. There is no obstacle even if you are blind. Make sure it's the right time."

Arnold nodded.

"... ahaha! Nice. Friendship on the nose. I wonder how long I'll be able to keep up with two men in a grief hall."

Brad was horrified.

Alisa is laughing because she realizes that Arnold's sad interaction with her dying friends is crazy, not with their heads.

But when Alisa broke up, Arnold's heart stopped shaking.

Don't move your eyebrows.

At that time, a scarlet lying on the floor behind her turned around.

"... don't die... matsuo..."

Your consciousness is not back. It was a little unconscious murmur. Arnold looked sadly at the curled scarlet as a child. I felt badly beaten up in my lungs. The words and the tears glowing around his eyes shook Arnold, who had taken Matsuo's life, deeply into his heart. Your chest tightens in tears.

"... there was another reason why I pulled my bow.... I don't think you'll forgive me for what I've done.... but only your life, entrusted to you by Matsuo's old man, can keep everything safe.... so stop crying. I'll protect you instead of your old man. It's not a shield. It's just a sharp arrow. We'll take care of this... Sleep well now."

The desire to protect a healthy scarlet springs from the bottom of my heart.

Instead of wiping his tears, Arnold pulled the strings even harder.

After a gentle conversation, Arnold's hair would definitely stand upside down, staring at Alisa. It's not anger. We're in an unprecedented concentration. I didn't even notice that my body glowed. The golden eyes shine quietly but brightly.

Alisa sighed and narrowed her eyes.

"... it looks like the eagle is finally nesting.... I've been waiting. If you are now, I will allow you to stand on the same stage as me.... your father, mother and brother, who were burned to death, will certainly bless your growth. Ah, but your eyes seeing the sunshine were starting to turn white from the heat. Poor thing."

As Alisa said, Arnold was not violent.

"... it's a serafi dialog. I won't get on that hand anymore. I do what I have to do. That's all."

"Hmm, just one chirp at a time when the feathers are just growing. I wouldn't be bored if you showed me your mouth and nails sooner."

Alisa smiled with her nose, but was delighted by the surprise.

The tiger in a mood reminded me of a rattling throat.

"... it's easy to kill you all like this. Wait till the end of the new moon, and my prophecy shall be resurrected, and you shall have no hands or feet.... but then the stage is boring. I was able to pull out my abilities with the force of protection. I want to see how much you can resist me now.... special. I'll keep up with your favorite frontal battle."

Alisa laughed a little, and landed softly from the altar where she sat.

"Fufu, I remember Cape Hosoya's castle. The three of you pulled me out and managed to rescue Scarlet. I look forward to that fight. But this time, there's no Bronche to get away with. I'm not going to miss you either.... crushing your eyes, ears and nose, breaking your limbs won't finish the stage. Prepare yourself for hell until the end, and I will show you the end of your power."

Alisa then pulls the black ribbon. Shake your head and softly spread loose blonde hair.

Alisa, a naturally curled hair tied or unfinished, gave the impression of an innocent toddler.

He looks like an angel.

"... I was just crying. On the other hand, it can only be used instantaneously. But if you wear it all the time in battle... don't you think it'll be a little nice?"

Brad's cheeks clasped to Alisa, who turned her voice into a tone of silence. Rather than being a little nice, it's not funny at all. It's the devil's idea. I wanted to scream if it wasn't a joke.

"... but no matter how hard I tried, that wish didn't come true. Even I, with my red eyes beyond the realm of man, was too burdened to keep crying. That's why I thought. Now, what about the further realm... I don't hate the effort..."

"... a creature of talent, who loves to work hard and repeats the loop... please give me a break...!!"

Brad thought he should have asked.

The sound of the floor was telling the beginning of a nightmare.

Alisa raised her hands as if she were to start directing the orchestra.

My eyes were closed and my chin was tight and tight.

The atmospheric pressure changes, and the back of your ears will definitely hurt.

The bell of the bell tower snapped.

An ominous sound reminiscent of the announcement of death.

It was also clear from Alisa's distorted smile.

"... unlike Scarlet, I use the power of the true Emperor to the limit. What do you think happens when you lay" redemption of blood "on it...."

Alisa whispers brutally. Blood and smoke rose slowly from my back. It's shaped like an angel's wing, and it's big and feathery. It also looked like the devil's red wings, which suited a broken chapel well.

"Ahahah!! Isn't it beautiful? I was looking forward to showing it to Scarlet one day, but I'll show it to you here. Thank you, let's play a symphony of despair."

Alisa laughs like a child behind the bell.

The laughter echoed all over the chapel. It echoed and flew with countless laughter.

Brad lost his words and stood up to his majestic and blasphemous majesty.

Alisa's wings were more than ten times stronger than Brad's most powerful move, the wings that appeared when the catastrophic autumn leaves were activated. It was a cruel reflection of the difference in strength between the two.

"... I wonder if this is the power of the true ancestor and beyond.... I'm the only space from here. I learned from the tenth loop. The" redemption of blood "is just a slightly different dimension from the pseudo-reproduction of the power of red eyes. Everything I unleash from now on will despair you.... but unexpectedly, hope is hidden in the depths of despair.... answer me, Brad. The way you will be saved. If that's not correct, I'll kill them all and end it now."

Alisa makes unreasonable inquiries to Blood, who is bleeding heavily and pale.

It's like the Empress forcing a prisoner opponent to answer from the Throne of Heights.

Of course, the prisoner's face was pressed against the floor and a blade was thrown at his throat.

I don't mind my convenience or physical condition.

Because if you give me an answer I don't like, I'll just put you to death right away.

"... your 'blood redemption' is incredibly fortified. In that case, it should be proportional to the force, and the amount of blood consumed should be nothing. It won't last long... I'm sure it won't have half a recoil after it expires. Perhaps fatigue will make you unable to stand properly.... that's the winner."

In light of his experience, I assure you, Brad's suspicions were cloudy.

Alisa's words and actions, which deliberately reveal her weaknesses, are too vague and creepy.

I know Alisa is not such a sweet opponent.

Ruthless and merciless to the enemy. Besides, the difference in power between the two of us is obvious.

As Alisa said, "blood redemption" is the meaning of reproducing the deviant physical abilities of the true ancestor emperor by sacrificing his blood. It is meant to force the opening of doors to the outer realm. But Alisa, with her red eyes, had already opened the door. The awakening from there needs to step further beyond the realm of outsiders.

Alisa, who accomplished it, reached a height that Brad could not even imagine. If we had an ultra-short showdown without asking questions, we would have killed Brad and the others before they could spot our weaknesses.

Alisa laughed loudly at Brad's curious appearance.

"Aha, that's right, that's right. Maybe I'll kiss you."

"... I don't need it, why are you shifting your weaknesses?"

"I can't get over it. I told you, crushing with overwhelming force is not funny. I want to see people work hard. I'm not going to execute you, I'm going to leave you with more hope than fight."

Alisa said without a shudder.

"This double awakening drains blood rapidly. It's too much force, and it's a double-edged sword for me. In a luxurious woman, the amount of blood alone cannot be increased. Fufu, if you look at this body, you'll see. You just have to endure for a certain amount of time, and you win."

Alisa repeated her turn to show a line of her body that was so slender that everything but her chest was about to break. The red wings dance pitifully.

Brad looked nasty. The feminist doesn't want to kill women. It's an extraordinary monster named Alisa, so I can wave my fist without hesitation. She sees Alisa's thin nose, becomes conscious of the woman, and is driven by guilt. Of course, Alisa is calculating harassment. I know Brad's personality, and I'm enjoying it by scratching my mind.

"... luxury... I often say that. That's the best word in the world for you. What are you going to do now?"

Familiar with Alisa's personality, Brad threw up violently to arouse me.

"Out of my mind. If it's just the appearance, there's not a woman as lustful as me as a man. Fufu, don't worry. I won't cheat on you this time. This is a boring gift of self-satisfaction from me to you who fought with your handicap. But I'm not good enough to give up winning unconditionally. If you're not going to die anyway, try your best not to regret it."

Alisa answered the eagle as she danced.

A ruthless dress with a rag on it doesn't compromise its nobility.

The chapel is lit by the light that plunges in from the broken roof, and it still looks like a picture.

And it has huge wings on its back. It reminded me of the goddess.

Even Brad, who wasn't good at Alisa, had to admit her beauty.

It's just the beauty of the whimsical ice goddess.

It's a frightening beauty, like the summit of a frozen mountain range.

It was a dangerous substitute for wiping human teeth and blowing them away in a snowstorm and pushing them down the cliff.

"... ahaah, stop looking at me like that and start your strongest move, Ruthless Leaves. I wonder if they will come to battle with ruthless autumn leaves anyway. Fufu, don't look at such creatures with your eyes. You know better than anyone who can't tear you apart with other moves. All I could guess was the flow of power. What a tragedy. I can't believe we're going to kill each other with our wings."

Alisa laughs when she sees Brad standing up like he's been poisoned.

I was in a good mood when I realized that Brad was upset and desperately trying to get his mind back together. Because I realized that a cool blood that didn't understand any of my charms was uncommonly conscious of a woman and that it had become a disturbing moment. It felt so good for Alisa, who hated losing. Asylum, not lust, is Brad's weakness, and combined with being dazed by Alisa's unusual concessions, she lost her game.

"Ahahah!! What a face. Men and women get closer when they share each other's secrets. Wings out quickly. It's no gentleman's manners to let a woman take off her secret Vale. And even with the power of protection, your life is already at its limit. I want you to please me before I cum. Well, I don't care if it's any other way than to fight. If you satisfy me, I'll let you go...."

Alisa, who was in good spirits, provoked her with a slender gaze.

I was having fun smelling sexual nuances in my words. If Brad had taken the invitation, he would have responded.

For Alisa, battle and sex are the same.

And she was both proud of her defeat.

"... don't be ridiculous, what do you have here? The size of the wings will be completely different. I was looking forward to this life-threatening battle with a sense of play. I'll do it. Don't be so human...!!"

No, Brad with that face threw up and squandered the rest of his life, triggering "blood redemption" again. Blood smoke rises and shapes the sharp wings on Brad's back. It cooled to the opposite of the overt temptation. Alisa laughed bitterly as if she had gone.

"... fufu, I've done too much. I wonder if it's destiny to kill each other after all. Oh, it's a stunning form of life. The difference in strength has nothing to do with the encounter between a man and a woman. Because a woman is attracted to a man who spreads the whole spirit for himself. Now, give me every drop of your life."

and praised.

But compared to Alisa's giant wings, Brad's wings are still equal to those of the chicks, and the wins look zero.

It was obvious when I lined it up. Blood's face twisted pitifully.

"... I'm sorry, Serafi, Arnold... I ended up in a desperate fight with a freak woman...!! Forgive me, I'll hit Alisa...!!!... Scarlet, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect you until the end... this time I'll protect you...!!"

Brad groans with a grieving voice. The reactivation of "blood redemption" was too burdensome now that he was dying. Eyes that are ready for a special attack become sharp and sweaty on your forehead.

"... this time? I'll never be able to protect you again, that's a mistake."

Alisa laughed with her nose and quickly shook one hand to the side. I was in a good mood when I heard Scarlet's name and blew it up. Anger again. The large red wings on the back spread out to the left and right of the chapel. It feels as compressed as the wall moves. Loosely, the upper part is stupid, as if it had stopped on the verge of collapsing waves. Reminds me of the tongue of Hellfire.

"... that desperate face makes me laugh. Do you think it's a miracle to think about someone you love? Aha, I'll give you zero points, because the miracle of love is a woman's privilege. I don't give anything to a man.... but, Brad, I'll only praise you for choosing ruthless autumn leaves as your decider. That's eighty. It is a technique that exploits the opponent's own vitality and crushes them from the inside. It's the same as fitting. The difference in power is irrelevant. If you get it right with me, you're not just gonna get it."

Alisa feels like she's got a nice mouthfeel. Brad walks slowly towards me.

The red wings flow like a vast scarlet cloak.

The atmosphere reminds me of the coronation ceremony.

"... the enemies struggle for their lives around a woman. A romantic truth that is common to both animals and gods. Love kills each other.... fufu, you know what? Scarlet is still a virgin. Don't worry, I can't give it to anyone else. My wings are a virgin road for her. I will defeat you and hold Scarlet in my chest. The blood of our loved ones is worthy of our wedding. Come on, hang on."

Alisa, whose voltage rose as she spoke, looked as happy as a bride heading towards the bridegroom. The light steps seem to bloom. The difference was that the wisdom was rising at the same time.

The eyes were chaotic, mixed with joy, desire and killing. It reminded me of a thick red bottomless swamp.

Words spilled from poor lips as they walked were cruel.

"... ah, Brad. Poor thing. Even if you abandon your life and give me an arrow, this scarlet is not a" True History "scarlet. She didn't love you. I'm just a stranger. You don't understand why you risked your life for yourself, and you will soon be forgotten from your memory. Ah, what lies at the end of noble self-sacrifice is nothing left to die for!! It's a tragedy, no comedy. Ahahah, don't worry about it. I'm so sorry!!"

Alisa's mockery was even more elegant. Cruel and charming.

There are no evil signs of crushing your heart.

If there were cannibal flowers to attract people, it would make me think it was a skull.

I can't help but notice that I'm full of malice.

But as Brad noticed something, he got a little dizzy.

I glanced at the sleeping scarlet. Her eyes were sharpened to the point where they were about to break.

"... I don't like him as much as I do... but this time, he just said good things. I woke up....."

The atmosphere that was gathered up on the brink of explosion suddenly disappeared.

Alisa frowned.

Because Brad raised his face and smiled like a refreshing cool breeze.

The wind passed gently through Alisa's intimidation.

"... I'll tell you something, Alisa. It's not careless. On the contrary, you risk your life for a woman you love. And don't let him grieve after I'm dead. It would be so much better than this.... now I can fight without regret."

Quiet, calm, Brad talked. I lowered my hips and took a catastrophic autumn leaf stance with a large right fist.

Your body glows brightly white.

After an unexpected reaction, Alisa leaned her neck slightly as she waited.

"... the power of protection... there's a way to activate it... hmm..." he whispered with a sharp glance, little by little. "... the cut is in and I'll give it a try..." so Brad's ear was the only one that came from Alisa's words.

"... disappointed. I almost liked you, but I still hate you. He smiled at me as if he had understood me, and without any cowardice, he spoke of his love for Scarlet...."

Alisa shook her clothes in frustration.

Over and over again. Like a child with a tantrum.

Arnold was pulling, but Brad wasn't surprised. Alisa's behavior is familiar.

"... don't interrupt the story of me and Scarlet with a face like her opponent. I've already decided on the role of this story. I don't have a seat for you next to her. I don't know....."

The loose blonde hair was a bit disturbed.

Looking at Blood as if his red eyes were shining and penetrating.

Alisa's corner of mouth hanged. But the killer whirls.

It's strange that I can't see my bare fangs.

It was as if it had turned into a golden palate.

"... I'll try to see how long this transparent whisper will last. I wonder what face you would look like if you found out about the death of a loved one.... ah, I'm not looking forward to it. Listen to me. The end of" True History. "What happened in the Castle of Fire after you died."

Alisa's hair shakes in the hot flames. It's like reproducing that time.

"... Scarlett and I have an affair. Let's skewer each other with swords. You can't believe how you fought me... for the" redemption of blood "you entrusted to get her out of here.

Alisa laughed softly.

I remember laughing the same way when I settled with Scarlet in "True History."

Alisa recognized Scarlet as her rival for the first time.

It was an unknown feeling for Alisa, the only one in heaven and below.

Shocked by lightning, all I could do was laugh.

From there, I fell in love. I still have a high chest in my memory.

"... when I close my eyes, I can still see her holding a sword in the flame. It's a precious memory for me. Love and sword penetrated me like lightning."

Brad's eyes were surprised by Alisa's words.

My lips were dry. I squeezed my fist so hard that I bled.

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

There's nothing but a moonlit murmur in astonishment.

"... I'm not lying. I kept crying and apologizing to you as I swore to each other one-on-one. I'm totally angry... even though I've fallen in love with someone so seriously, my opponent only asks me the names of other men... it's really annoying"

"... was it so... that I triggered 'blood redemption' instead of killing Scarlet? You just ran away... what are you doing, I... think you can tell by the character of the responsible guy..."

Alisa said uncomfortably to Brad, who stood still.

"Scarlet gave her life to settle with me by her own will. It's just the two of us. God won't let us get in the way. The way you set her course is an insult to her, and I will never forgive you. Apologize to her."

In Alisa's words, a large tear fell out of Brad's eyes as he glanced at the scarlet lying behind him.

I remembered her smile, which was lonely, even though it was strong in "true history." I didn't like people because I had an unhappy puberty. Her efforts led her to become more and more friends, and Scarlet opened her heart and was surrounded by a lot of smiles....

And I lost all my friends.

I cried all the time during the last battle. Still, she didn't stop walking. I chewed my lips and walked to the end.

"... I'm sorry, I let you carry it till the end. Scarlet... I wonder how scared I was to challenge a monster woman by myself... with a strong sense of responsibility.... even though I told you to run away so much... and you're so smart and stupid..."

Knowing the strength of Alisa's skin, Brad knew better than anyone how great it was.

"... you did your best... you did your best... well done... I want to hug you a million times and praise you... but I'm sure you'll just feel sick right now..."

With a teary voice, Brad snapped and pushed up a fluffy smile.

"... I can't be scared either. You don't have to be hugged. You don't have to remember me. But I'll never show you a fight I can't face you..."

"... she was such a good girl. Be proud that you loved Scarlet.... I was in deep trouble, Scarlett turned down my predictions. Ruby helped Scarlet. But there was a difference in strength between her and me that I couldn't fill. It was a more desperate battle than any of you."

Memorable Alisa was eyeing from afar.

When I did so, I looked like a maiden who was worried.

But Alisa is Alisa. There is nothing else.

Once again, Alisa's eyes were whirling with madness.

"... but he didn't give up and caused a miracle. We have to fight. To the point where I fall in love.... ahah, can you fall in love with me like a scarlet?"

Brad whispered quietly and waved his rash to Alisa as she opened her hair to her ears and slapped her gaze.

"... that's impossible. You and I both love Scarlett. You're distorted by your fuss.... thank you for sending me the salt. Let's settle this, Alisa...."

Brad tied his sword mark to his left hand and hit his forehead.

The red blades on your back converge even more sharply as you concentrate.

Alisa laughed at the calm and powerful declaration of war.

"... salt? Ha, is your head pouring out? A man's mistake runs with bug spit. It will be decided to take you seriously. Know the end of the" True History "scarlet, and you'll have a whole spirit in your moves. I broke it to pieces and broke my heart to pieces.... that's why you didn't hold the scarlet. If I were a man, I would have had him pregnant a long time ago.... we're destined to be completely angry... just because we're a woman..."

Alisa chewed her lips in regret.

He got hit by a straight blood like an idiot and went crazy.

I leaked the truth.

Distort your mouth as if you had recovered immediately.

"... well, that's fine. You've lost everything. Mind moves, no impulses. You're my lover, that's all you have to do. Protective powers have been activated. Perfect situation to crush. With you now, you won't let go of the power of the ruthless autumn leaves, but you'll be able to move on to fifteen steps.... fufu, but it's hard. I want to suck that power with zero distance at its strongest. That's why I'm walking towards you...."

The laughter disappeared from Alisa's mouth, and the signs of lightning rose.

The red wings slowly roll up and flap their wings. Dense wickedness whirls and the air tightens as if it was charged.

"... I'm going straight without doing anything. Besides, I won't even use the" Unseen "of the dodge. Otherwise, you won't be able to compete. Serafi, Arnold, you can come with me. We'll all be together. You're going to wipe out all your souls. Don't expect mercy from me. It's not generous to give me a one-off chance. To penetrate my way of life. If it's stupid, I'll kill them all right away.... make a miracle out of people's thoughts. Don't let me down."

Alisa's stepping in was a thunderbolt.

Instead of the slippery movement to date, each step breaks the floor with the sound of an explosion and rises back. The red wings on his back rushed like a comet. Stepping in is fast, but not so fast in itself. It progressed slowly, but there was a sense of intimidation that made it impossible to stop it.

"... that would be interesting. I don't know, every step I take, the power of my cohesive tears swells up. This is a technique that strengthens" frenzy ", ghostly... if you don't do something quickly, you won't be able to reach it."

As Alisa's cruel advice put it, it was a growing hurricane. In a whirlwind "frenzy", fragments of wood and stone around Alisa burst into an abnormal noise. Brad waits as he sharpens the red wings of his back to the limit. Squeeze out your exhalation, shake down the sword mark on your left forehead, and take the form of a hand knife stretched forward. Gather the little power left in your body and converge to your limits. We are ready to activate the ruthless autumn leaves. Blood can't move from the spot until he has mastered his moves.

However, even if you let out all your moves, there's still a small whirlwind in the face of the approaching storm. It looked like an unreliable reckless suicide.

But Brad's eyes are clear. Determination is unwavering.

His love for Scarlet and the existence he knew gave him infinite courage.

"... ghostly... each step increases its power... did you mix Alisa's 'conduction' with her 'frenzy'...!! Bottomless Talent Monster...!!... but I'm not going to lose. I'm sorry, but I asked you to stop me, Serafi, Arnold...!!"

The analyzed Brad once again struggled with Alisa's talents.

It goes far beyond the strength of the legendary true ancestor emperor.

Clearly, it is equal to no win.

Still, Brad was immersed in sharpening his moves.

I didn't have the leeway to think about the results, so I completely pushed it from my head.

It was a good preparation and concentration.

Without that, Alisa won't even be able to swell a single arrow.

And I trusted that Serafi and Arnold would stop Alisa until the move was activated. That's why I asked for a name.

Serafi and Arnold were paranoid. I can only remember Brad calling me by name a few times a year. We don't know why Brad trusts us all of a sudden. For Brad was always a lonely wolf, and loved loneliness at a distance, when called together by the five warriors.

Brad's trust in both of us today is through "true history." It is only natural that Serafi and Arnold do not have memories of "true history". We don't have time for Brad to tell us the details.

But even if I didn't understand it, I could feel Brad's straightness now.

There is no battle of this magnitude against an enemy of overwhelming strength for the woman I love.

And I didn't feel bad about being recognized by Brad at first sight.

Arnold's chest is filled with more fighting will.

"... respond!! Leave it to me!!"

"... no... I can't do this...!!"

Arnold was brave enough to leak a weak voice all the time.

"... Serafi... heyyyyy..."

However, I read that the super sensation of the dying serafi reached Brad sooner than Brad's ruthless autumn leaves activated. If Alisa's legs aren't stopped for a second, Brad will be struck straight without moving. "Frenzy" Intuition is more than enough power. Brad will turn into a red splash.

To avoid the future of doom, Serafi was desperate to become a serafi.

But I can't come up with the optimal solution.

"... I can't read the wind!! It's like Alisa herself is the source of the storm!! Every time he moves, the wind changes!! The surrounding air is disturbed by bullshit!! Shit!! I have to do something, it won't start!! Blood is...!!"

I sweat from my anxious forehead. Alisa's wisdom was too intense for Serafi today. It seemed to have been thrown into the middle of a tornado. Even if you follow the path of support, your senses are being manipulated and you can't capture the gap in the wind through the arrows at all. Brad's life is a headlight. Alisa distanced herself mercilessly.

"... don't panic, Serafi. You don't think such a monster is human. Think of it as the storm itself. And think of this place as a sea. That way, it's the usual stormy sea. You've been through this many times. My friend can't read, there's no wind, there's no storm that can't get over."

Serafi glanced at Arnold who stood in front of him.

Angry Arnold's opinion is more reliable than anyone's at this time.

"I'll be your absolute arrow. Focus on the wind reading. Just give me instructions. From there, it's my job. Whatever the difficulty of ordering, I will do it with my life."

"... thank you. I knew you were my hero. [M] It made me feel better. I'll try...!!"

The concentrated serafi's complexion passed through the white and turned pale. The body is fatally wounded. It is not strange to die at any time of heavy bleeding and organ damage. You can't manipulate blood flow like Brad. Alisa is right. Scarlet's protection and Serafi's energy are all we can do. It was about to reach its limit. The burden of spiritual concentration relentlessly shredded the vitality. The pain that was paralyzed came at once. A dreadful feeling of weakness that cools down deeply is trying to pull your body.

Feeling the signs of a dying friend behind him, Arnold stared at Alisa and held her bow. I didn't turn around. Instead of tears, there was blood from the chewed lower lip.

He stubbornly kept his promise that he would cry later.

I advised him of his readiness to hasten Serafi's death. I didn't hesitate to make a tough choice to let Serafi live his life.

Serafi thanked Arnold deeply for his friendship, which did not threaten to hurt him to protect his friend's pride.

Slightly, Serafi smiled. I blew the wind.

I felt that the scent of the tide tickled my nose.

I think of the days when I ran through the Orange Chamber of Commerce.

The love ship Bronche, which spent most of its life, somehow smiled at the center of everyone laughing on its deck. I thought the blue sky and the red hair and eyes under the white sail were very beautiful. She was wearing sunny clothes. Your chest is slightly warmer. The mysterious memories drifted away like a sea breeze for a moment, but I felt Serafi had been given an irreplaceable gift. Serafi smiled bitterly.

"... Arnold, smile. Apparently, I had a crush on the Queen... and I finally went insane in the face of death... I saw the illusion of her smile surrounded by everyone in Orange.... I'm sick of my own lightness. What are you doing to such a hostile opponent....."

"... it's not funny. I feel like I can figure it out.... Besides, I don't know why I like people. I'm sure the queen's smile is pretty, and I wanted to see it too."

Recalling the feeling of tightening her chest earlier, Arnold replied gently.

"... there's no reason to like it? Then I don't need a reason to want to kill you."

Alisa, who listened silently, clasped her mouth cold.

Even though it's quiet, it often passes because it sounds murderous.

I felt that the ice blade was slowly pushed into my chest.

"I thought I was going to die, and I hated you for letting me talk to you. Looks like you've got some extra memories. You and the Orangemen in" True History "always ran away from my scarlet. She was in the Bronsch all the time. Ah, just remembering makes my stomach boil back."

Swallow signs are filling up.

"... do you like scarlet? I'll make you laugh. I wonder which side of the story you've spoken of now. Even if you don't remember, your hands are stained with that girl's return blood while you repeat the loop.... well, Serafi's already blinded. Arnold, I can't allow you to see Scarlet's pretty face. If you remember any more unpleasant memories, I'll go crazy with my frustration.... I can't handle it right now, so I think it's gonna blow my face as well as my eyes. Curse me for touching my scales."

Alisa turned her body towards Arnold.

The sparkle of red eyes paints a rough trajectory in the sky.

With the momentum of rotation, the whip of the cigarette flashed up diagonally.

For Alisa, killing is killing. It is not easy to execute.

"I'll only praise you for stopping me. As a reward, savor the strength that I have saved myself. You should be in agony."

There was a strange noise like tearing the cloth.

The air in front of Arnold twisted like a mirage.

"...!!!"

It looked just like Brad's "conduction."

However, the feeling of tingling skin informed me of the advent of a more evil wave of destruction.

"... shit!!"

Arnold, who instinctively sensed the crisis, shot Alisa before he could think. The three arrows were fired almost simultaneously. The reflective movement was an electrolithographic fire. But the arrows that flew to intercept her vanished far in front of Alisa. It was as if an invisible monster was waiting with his mouth open, biting his teeth at once.

"Idiot. Didn't you hear about Brad?" Frenzy "mixed with" conduction "... now I can fly the enhanced" frenzy "far away. It's called demon bullets. A few arrows is no different than powdered snow."

Alisa laughed surprisingly at Arnold.

"This is a special product that is powerful and has an increased duration. They won't disappear until they hit us. Eat of your invisible fangs, and blow out the blood in your body. I'll escort you to the dance of death."

Arnold's hair flared back. Alisa's "frenzy" preceded him earlier than he could catch a new arrow, and he frowned like a hot wind. Arnold took a breath. It was a premonition of death.

"... run!! Arnold!! Don't take that!!"

Blood's screams of immobility echoed in disastrous autumn leaves.

Alisa threw up cold and threw up.

"It's too late. It's no use shouting. Don't worry about yourself, rather than the people you scatter with.... how dare you imitate my efforts. You killed Scarlet many times with your own hands and carved despair into your souls... However, you will soon be attracted to the scarlet, like insects gathered in flames. Love for scarlet spills like maggots. What a horrible thing. A man is an unpunished creature.... that's enough. It's uncomfortable. Clear them all."

Alisa, who spoke words that Arnold and the others understood, was as terrifying as the goddess of death.

Small insects can trample on human life as well.

The air was loosely distorted. The lethal air struck my fangs and moved.

I think Arnold saw a demon bullet he shouldn't have seen.

As he tried to bite his head off his torso, he opened his upper and lower jaws, and a clear monster approached his vision.

However, the demon bullet did not reach Arnold, who was prepared to die and closed his eyelids unexpectedly.

"... I won't let you do what you want so easily. Don't forget about me...!!"

Because Serafi jumped out in front of Arnold, spread his hands, and caught the demon bullet with his body. My invisible fangs go wild. Substituted serafi became stiff as if struck by electric shock. The skin everywhere was torn so that it started coming from the inside. Looks like a red spider's nest. Blood bursts out with a loud noise. My body cramped a little.

"... Serafi!!"

Arnold, who probably opened his eyes, realized what had happened and screamed.

"Oh, persistent Serafi Orange. He's still alive. You five warriors are truly first-class."

Alisa threw up like she was stunned.

"But it's over. The one that destroyed the heart. No matter how protective you may be, you will never be able to keep your life. Last mercy. Talk about your favorite friendship to your heart's content. Until then, I'll wait for you."

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

Arnold leaks too much anger and beast fury.

Golden eyes burning with murder seem to be able to kill people just by looking at them.

"Oh, why don't you say thank you to one of your friends for shielding you before you talk about your grudges against me? I told you there was no time left."

Alisa stares at Arnold with a cool nose.

He turned to a smile that melted his face.

"... or do I really care more about my half-naked friend than I do about my dead friend? You've always liked me. Okay, I don't hate honest men. Fufu, I'll let you have it. Meet the woman you fell in love with in front of your dying friend, and it'll be an unforgettable memory. It breaks everything in value and frees a repressed mind. Such impulses also exist in humans.... the pleasure of raping a taboo is incredible enough to drive you mad, not the joy of heaven, but the joy of hell, which fills people's hearts."

Alisa put her finger on her lips and slowly sprayed it to show off. Giggle laughter.

"... oh, I knew it was Daw who lost her life. People end up prettier than jewels. Thank you for not enjoying me. In exchange for that death, I will forgive you, Serafi, for your unforgettable love for your scarlet."

Alisa rolled herself. My cheeks were red.

The palpitations of the ecstasy were so pale that I went crazy. It was precisely the ancient ladies who were excited by the deaths of the colloquial gladiators and whose hearts aroused.

Arnold was angry at Alisa, who felt the pleasure of Serafi's death and said she would forgive arrogantly from above.

"... forgive me...!! Thank you...! Oh my God... what are you doing... this outdoor road...!!"

"... Devil!!... I'm sorry!! Serafi...!!"

Blood shed tears, couldn't resist, and turned his eyes away from the seraphe of blood.

"Dojo? Devil? A lot. It's not a good word for a lady."

"... I'll kill you...!!"

"... Arnold, that's it. I'm dying blind. [M] I can only serve as a shield anymore... it's only natural to protect you from Alisa's attacks.... I can't put out a merchant's sign so I can't get my priorities wrong..."

It was Serafi himself who soothed the intense Arnold.

"... Alisa, remember carefully... I'm scattered here, but the other two are not just first-class items. The demon bullet... let's start with one... for the souvenir of the underworld..."

Each of my favourite Captain's clothes was torn apart in an instant, and Serafi smiled. Slowly falling apart.

"... Serafi!! You...!... don't sell me a favor next time. I can't give you back anything anymore...!!"

Forget the anger and turn to Arnold, who was just grinning with tears.

"... you don't have to give it back. It's going to be a mess in my life... but I don't want to leave anything behind... I'm going to pay you back. A new wind is about to break out... On three counts... trust me... shoot the arrow twice in front of Alisa... in half an inch... please. This is the last order I ever made... can you do it...?"

I was dying, but the feeling of serafi remained firmly on the wind.

How I fell to the floor, but I finished telling him the winning chance I grabbed at the end of my distracted concentration. Cerafi's consciousness was already breaking down, but his modest sense of purpose connected him to the lamp of his little life. Did you fail to try to raise your hand with a farewell greeting? Your right hand shakes twice in the middle.

But Arnold didn't miss a word, and he didn't miss a single shot. Arnold burst into tears and laughed.

"... okay, well told. I'll do it. I'll do it even if I die. I think we've surpassed each other's impossible orders many times.... I've done a lot of fooling. So let's say goodbye with a smile. I won't count with you... do you have anything to say?"

Cerafi nodded at Arnold's words.

She looks a little sorry and then laughs.

"... I wanted to apologize to the Queen... please tell Her Majesty I'm sorry for the misunderstanding that I've suffered so far...... thank you so much... Arnold..."

"Oops!! I'll deliver your words!! Along with my apology!! I'll make sure the guy dressed as a serafi tells you that I'll protect you until the end and scatter you bravely!!"

Arnold shouted in a loud voice to encourage the fading voice of Serafi.

However, the continued murmuring trembled with grief.

"... I got it, your heart... I'm the one thanking Bakayaro... you were my best friend and a warrior..."

"I'm a merchant... I'm not a warrior... but it's not a bad idea... to have a friend who can take my heart and drop me off.... don't waste it... okay. Let's laugh and die according to the way of the warrior... this is a completely rude order... let's count... three... two..."

"We've been together... ever since we met. Three... two..."

Arnold counts alongside Serafi.

But the last one never came out of Serafi's mouth.

He was cut to pieces in the shape of a mouth.

Surely, the smile was engraved on the mouth that did what needed to be done.

"... one...!! Look at me!! Serafi!!"

Arnold, who had finished counting alone, fired six shots with a cry of tears. The strings rang, and six arrows came at Alisa.

"... even though you're so calm and judgmental. You always... believed me like an idiot... a fool... a big idiot...!!... if I did, I wouldn't be able to fail...!!"

Alisa narrowed her eyes to examine the annoying wind chip.

"... no, I failed.... hmm, I'll give you a point of strength. But it's a little off track. The wind doesn't blow.... I can't see, my goodbye hands are rising so much, I guess Serafi's intuition is dull. Ahaah, let's die alone first."

Predictive abilities have not yet been revived, but Alisa knew exactly how the arrows would fly with her remarkable reading and experience.

Arnold's faith and complexion were unshaken by Alisa's foolish mockery.

"... sneer at me. But anyway, I regret making a fool of Serafi right now. Don't lick what I got from Serafi. I'll deliver it to your throat."

The majesty was nothing but a clown offering Alisa a new laugh.

"... what you received? Maybe it's a hot feeling? Or faith? No way. Friendship. Ahahah!! This is crazy.... such a fuzzy thing that I can defeat."

As soon as she laughed, Alisa turned away from the flying arrows and Arnold.

I decided to shut up about what was missing.

For a warrior, it was more humiliating than death.

Alisa wasn't generous enough to kill Arnold, who was frustrating her.

"This is the room. The wind doesn't blow except by the ghosts I wake up. Melville's changing moves still bother me. Punishment for betraying my expectations. Stand there like an idiot and let your life be shamed."

The arrow was sad, but she was about to walk six steps from Alisa.

Alisa's consciousness was already focused on Brad's strategy.

So Alisa didn't even notice the signs until she made a noise and the wind was blowing up. Alisa is arrogant and envious, spreading her consciousness through all the battlefields. It was an unusual breakdown.

The trajectory of the arrows that entered the vortex of the wind changed dramatically.

All six arrows are corrected to perfect timing and orbit and killed by Alisa.

"... a whirlwind!? Why indoors..."

Each time she was stunned, Alisa's eyes were opened and she immediately understood why.

"... I see!... the rising air currents of Romalia...!! Serafi, you left me a souvenir."

In the wind that disturbs the blonde hair, you throw up in vain and pose as an interceptor.

The cause of the whirlwind was the Romanian barnacles that Serafi had exploded earlier.

Instead of Alisa's faint, "unseen," the flames continued to crush the floor with the remnants of fire. The high heat generated a rising airflow.

Serafi was aware of the germination. This was the case with the wind.

"... why? There shouldn't have been any while we were having a detailed meeting. How did you tell Arnold about this whirlwind...."

Arnold answered Alisa with a bitter smile.

"... I'll tell you something, miss. I'm not taught anything. I trust Serafi more than anyone. His soul is still alive in my heart. That's why I was able to do what he left behind. That's all I'm saying.... genius, you'll never know.... take the Serafi heart, the living one!! Alisa!!"

Alisa frowned and revealed her discomfort to Arnold, who shouted loudly.

"... do you think you'll call me a little girl and make me safe? Outline your thoughts. He shook the degree of life of one person, and barked greatly at what. How many souls have I ever smashed!!... demon bullets...!!"

Arnold touched Alisa's scales. The violet thunder was sparkling from Alisa's end.

Again, Alisa shook her hands at the approaching arrow.

The swinging down diagonally was carried out at a speed not captured by the human eye.

The air is skewed. The shock wave from the fingertips became an invisible blade and hit Arnold's six arrows hard. The arrows are shattered one after the other with a burst of noise. Arrow feathers scatter. One, two, three... At first, Alisa's mouth was distorted angrily with a spare smile. I noticed that the speed of shattering the arrows was slowing down.

"... is Bow Wai's time shredding the power of my demon bullets..."

When the fifth arrow came, it was not completely crushed, and it broke in the middle.

The sixth one was finally shot down at Alisa's present. Alisa stared at the arrow that fell at her feet. Iron arrows were heavily shrugged by demon bullets, but other parts of the arrows remained almost in their original form. Originally, the demon bullet would have lightly shattered six shots and taken Arnold's life. That offset, and the arrow wiped out the power of the demon bullet. It was also positively near Alisa. Even if it accelerates with Serafi's legacy of a whirlwind, the bow power is too high.

"... impossible... That damn protective force again. How far will you get in my way....."

When she saw Arnold's body glowing blurrily, Alisa clasped her teeth with the evil expression.

"... heh, that demon face is exactly what you are. That's why it's impossible...!!... six shots in a row, two shots...!!"

Arnold raised his temper from his shoulders and raised a new arrow. Serious six-shot fire exhausts Arnold. My whole body is still sweating. Even practice has never succeeded, such as two consecutive six shots. But what about the infinite vitality that's coming out of the deep right now?

Brad stood up no matter how many times he was beaten up. A serafi who showed indomitable spiritual strength while dying. Arnold accepted with surprise and gratitude that he was also stepping into the same miracle space as the two respected men.

Now, instead of six shots in a row, even three shots in a row are likely to do it.

"... well, Serafi said it was our mission to protect the Queen. No, I'm starting to feel like that...."

Looking slightly over your shoulders, just glancing at the scarlet makes you wonder and excited.

Now Arnold has forgotten even his fear of Alisa. I feel the will to protect the scarlet stretches to the tip of the arrow. My buddy White Owl is not here right now, but the same super sensation that you can grasp to the end of the battlefield when you use aerial projectiles has been further energized to fill your body.

"... no!! Arnold!! Don't irritate Alisa any more with the scarlet relationship!! It will be irrevocable...!!"

Instead, Brad warned me with a pale complexion.

"... heh, you can't get it back, huh? If you can do it, I want you to do it. It was this woman who deceived us and tried to kill the Queen. I'm sure the Queen hates you more than anyone. No matter how much you worry about the Queen, you deserve it."

"... well done."

Alisa responded rather quietly to Arnold's provocation.

Alisa's blonde hair was deliberately stupid. Your eyes hang and your fingers bend in the shape of a raptor's nail. The mouth paints the moon and the sun, but it is not a laugh, it is the result of an unusual anger. There was a glimpse of Hellfire in my red eyes. It was like a peeping window reflecting Alisa's inner melting pot feelings.

"... don't just get along with the 'true history' connection. The scarlet is mine. It's always been, always will be. Always, by my side, I stared at pity, pain and smile. Do you lose at times of destiny? The Guardian of that face will crush me...!!"

Unlike burning angrily, Alisa's voice was strangely low. That is rather creepy. We're holding our emotions back so we don't get angry. Yet anger is leaking out of my mind. It was similar to the sign of a major earthquake.

Brad was breathtaking. My chest gets cold without fear.

Arnold was too reckless. It is equivalent to taking a leisurely stroll through a crater on the verge of an eruption.

"Please don't line up, come quickly. Really confident, isn't it? You talk too much. It's getting dark. I'll smash you from the front with my six shots, so hurry up with the demon bullets."

Arnold excelled at it. Rather than reckless, it is close to suicide.

Alisa is whimsical like a thundercloud, but there are some strangely generous places. Hostilities can even be laughed at and missed. But only insults will never be tolerated. Brad disdain Alisa for her nature and doesn't know who she is when she comes back alive, even when she's pretending to be a florist.

"... let's do what we want. Let's split up."

Alisa's chewed lipstick leaks a pale flame of death row.

Alisa's beauty turns into a mass of murder. There was no funny thing about the beauty without gaps, and it became pure awesomeness. I can't even laugh because I'm scared.

In Alisa's right hand, which was huge behind her, there was a gathering of tin bee swarm feathers. The red giant wings on her back fluttered around Alisa. It reminded me of a tyrannosaurus dragon touched by the scales. I wonder if Alisa's mad anger is swirling in her heart. It is completely different from the demon bullet earlier.

Even Brad in a distant position felt an abnormality on his skin. I don't know. It's just goosebumps. I can't prevent it myself. Intuitive if released, it will probably disappear without forming an operation.

The call to stop Arnold comes from behind Brad's throat. But now Alisa is a walking explosives depot. It could erupt with a little stimulus. Your voice may be the trigger. There was a distressed Brad and Arnold's eyes glimpsing sideways. The golden eyes were very calm, contrary to expectations. It was not the colour of the eyes of an unaccompanied human. It reminded me of a full moon illuminating a deep forest.

The eyes stopped Brad from thinking. And Brad was right.

"... my right hand... is numb...!?"

Alisa's mouth filled with a voice of surprise. Alisa didn't lose her right arm.

The supple sliding arm stopped suddenly with severe pain. The muscles are paralyzed everywhere and the flow of power is stagnant. With his convulsing fingertips, the power of the demon bullet that had lost its way rang out into a shredded beard.

Arnold had golden eyes and watched calmly. It was the eyes of a hunter who tracked his prey.

It was an act that seemed to have risen with the power of protection.

"... yes, no matter how much skill a monster has, the body is a woman's. The time has come to pay for the repeated rude moves. You can't react like that with a monster trick. Unlike Matsuo's old man, who looks like a chunk of steel. I didn't realize it was too strong. If you can't do it, the rest of your right hand won't break."

Tell cold Alisa. There was a sniper hunting the opponent in cold blood.

"... and I'll tell you one thing. Serafi didn't raise his hand to say goodbye. I'm telling you to use the demon bullet twice more. That's why I told you... making a fool of Serafi would make me regret it."

Alisa remembered that the dead serafi had raised her arms in a staggering manner earlier. They've been trapping each other since then. The series of actions of the two were not meant to spare separation. It was to fit Alisa. The words Arnold said to Alisa to deliver what he received from Serafi were not flirtatious friendships.

The expression of Alisa, who was biting her teeth, eased slightly and finally started laughing.

"... haha, ahaha!! Excellent. I apologize for embarrassing you. I'm offering my right arm to apologize, please."

It was too late when Arnold and Brad got stiff.

"... demon bullets"

Alisa waved her right hand down for a moment. The tendons and muscles of the bumps and arms were ruptured. And the bones were crushed, and the dead trees were broken in a few places. The skin began to peel like pomegranate from the inside, and wounds opened up everywhere. Alisa didn't even look at her right arm, which she destroyed. The air screams with golden trumpets. The tremor that was stirring was unleashed at once, and he burst out and swallowed Arnold.

"Arnold!!"

The cold chewing sound of his unnamed spine wiped out Brad's screams. "Frenzy" Several shots of power were eating away Arnold's flesh. Blossom blossomed. Alisa praises Arnold as the blood dances.

"... well done, I woke up to a miracle with people's tactics rather than relying on the power of protection. I did show you what a man meant. Then I'll have to charm the woman too. There is no way to expose a woman to defeat. The Seven Demons laughed at me. Women can sacrifice everything to take away their loved ones. Nothing like a right arm. Good night, Arnold."

Alisa gently lowered her arms without compromising her beauty.

She respects her admitted enemies.

Arnold gave up the blood and smoke and wobbled in front of him like his mother.

The bow is still in place, and the arrow is still hanging. Arnold thought it was a miracle. Half of his body is exploding.

It was as bad as getting caught in a giant minchi machine and crushing his right body. Half of my vision is stained with blood. The right orbit is full. The entire eyeball was crushed. The little finger is bent in a strange direction, and something white is peering from the right arm that is massively torn. The bones were exposed. Alisa's demon bullet stripped Arnold of his hardened flesh. It was an instant. I didn't even know what had happened. Protecting your body with armor would have done the same.

"... haha, that's funny. What strength... my sharp arm is shattered... I can't open my bow anymore..."

A very miserable, dry smile comes to mind.

I realized that I was dying soon.

How dare Brad and Serafi be impressed by Alisa's stunning moves and stand up again and again? I was already confused. Somewhere in the brain or nerve must have been damaged. You have severe tinnitus. Eventually, it turned into a human voice. Like falling asleep, the flow of thoughts is distorted. Your consciousness is freed from reality.

... it hurts like your body burns up... why do you have to endure so much pain, eating your teeth? Isn't that enough? He's already fired hundreds of arrows. The beans on the palm of my hand are crushed, and there is dripping blood from the bow cage. I want to be released quickly.....

Arnold's intense pain had somehow replaced the pain in his hands during practice.

My mind wasn't here, it was flying somewhere.

"... Master, I can't do it anymore... at least give me a little rest. Come on, your hand's skin is so ripped..."

Arnold was dreaming. When I realized it, I was crying with the voice of a child. Arnold was a little strange to me that the strong voice of the nose pillar had a puppy-like pity. Arnold had turned into an eight-year-old. I didn't find it strange in itself. Because dreams don't have any flashbacks. I naturally accepted that I was not in the burning castle just now, but in the sunny green garden, and that I was encouraging bow practice.

I still had a little adult Arnold's consciousness, and I thought it was a very clear dream.

A tall woman, a master, stood beside her and stared at Arnold. A stubborn beauty who thinks of the spirits of the forest, but is somehow stubborn about bows. Even the loyal artisan's master will run barefoot.

"... your limit is still ahead. Keep going."

That's all, then silently stared at with Green's eyes, and Arnold's crying fell deep into his throat.

... her name is Cornelia. The master of the bow, the Melville family, is perhaps the master of the five fingers, even in the long history of Hydrangea, where the bow thrives. Melville's ancestor, a genius who was forgiven for his name and combat attire. I retired from the world of bows once due to unfortunate circumstances, but it is rumored that the divine deity after getting the bow again has grown stronger than before and is already the best in the continent. No one knows her better than the one who holds the bow. It was Arnold's yearning to overcome his setbacks and rise higher. Arnold hopes to try on her legendary outfit one day, but she won't try to wear it through her sleeve once. Melville's attire, reminiscent of the Goddess of the Forest, qualifies only those who have reached the Divine Areas of the Bow. Arnold thinks that his master is not convinced yet. I truly admire her as such a master bowman, without losing heart or forgetting to improve.

Arnold wiped his tears and held his arrow again.

Cornelia nodded to her satisfaction. Although the severity of her instruction is off track, Arnold knew very well that only the training she had done in her childhood would be imposed.

My partner's giant white owl wandered around a giant tree over his head. I'm worried about Arnold. Arnold is the user of aerial projectiles, a secret technique that shares Owl's vision. The combination of a wide angle of view that is not possible for humans, an overlooking view, and mountain projectiles boasts 100 percent accuracy. But while he was teaching Cornelia, Arnold forbade bird 's-eye shooting. Owl reliance is painfully well known to cause headaches above a certain height. Arnold wanted to be strong on his own. I wanted to get a little closer to Cornelia.

As he snorted, Arnold resumed bow practice.

Cornelia's silent pressure was far more terrifying than a big man threatening with an axe.

Arnold was exhausted and could not cry after fifty more arrows were fired. Cornelia doesn't miss even a slight relaxation. He was so nervous that he showed off his bowing skills in front of the king. It was too harsh a test for the child's obscure nerves.

The bow finally fell off Arnold's hand. I tried to draw an arrow with the intention of still having a bow, and for a moment I didn't know where the bow had gone, and I was stunned. There was a lot of tears in my eyes. The energy that barely kept him was lost, and Arnold collapsed, scratching the ground and crying out loud.

Arnold raised his face as he saw Cornelia kneeling next to him. Cornelia is very gentle except during bow practice. I often go home after wearing out Arnold. I was hoping it would comfort me as usual. However, Arnold's scratchy eyes froze in front of the harsh greenery.

"... Arnold, why are you pulling a bow? To improve yourself? To fight a strong opponent? The arrow has the heart of the archer. What are your beliefs... core?"

With Arnold's shoulders in his hands, Cornelia asks.

Green eyes, as clear as the fountain of truth, reflected themselves with a disgraceful crying face.

"... Master... I..."

I felt pitiful for the ugliness that was caught up in. Young Arnold struggled to translate the lump of emotion that came up from the back of his chest.

Yes, I want to be like this master, but I guess I'm like a master. Strength, mental strength, effort, all feel slightly different. I can't speak very well. What is the biggest difference between myself and my mentor? I think I'll find the answer in a little while, but I can't reach it in one step.

To Arnold, a restless and charming child,

"... ahh!! Don't tell me again, let my mother teach me how to bow!! Oh my God, Arnold. Forgive me!! Hand me that bow basket that my mother gave me just now!!"

With a lovely protest, the girl rushed like a horse.

Running down the ramp at about three times the usual speed.

I only blew it three times along the way, but as I rolled, I jumped up without flicking.

Cornelia's daughter, Scarlet.

The waking red hair, the world's rare red eyes and flushed cheeks were impressive enough to never forget at first sight. A well-prepared face, while dressed as a four-year-old, anticipates becoming a beautiful woman of the world in the future. Unable to kill the momentum, Arnold jumped into his chest. Arnold's chest sounded unconsciously as he tightened his bow cage. The weight and temperature of the scarlet made Arnold uncomfortable.

"Hey, Arnold...."

"Nah, what are you talking about?"

I stopped moving perfectly and stopped asking questions.

"... 'Give it to me'... don't you think my esprit is doing great today?"

"... I don't think so."

The little girl, Scarlett, looked back at her remarks and nodded. Arnold was frightened.

The high chest sound ended in two seconds. It's not an esprit, it's just a waste of time. Occasionally clouds were dispersed because of strange words and a sense of silly laughter.

"Nuoooo!? Hair!! Hair on the button!! I was there!! Me!! I was right, Arnold!! Now I'm afraid of my esprit and want to kill...!?"

"... I'm afraid inside my head..."

Scarlet, who was struggling to take off his bow basket, caught his red hair on Arnold's button and started screaming with tears. A girl who didn't look good on her face and behaved badly. It reminded me of a puppy who rolled down the ramp with her legs bent, snoring.

"... hold still, I'll take it now. Damn it, Booze, you don't want to get in your head."

Yes.

The scarlet snapped and stopped.

Arnold smiled bitterly and gently loosened the button, taking care not to damage the beautiful redhead.

"... ah, thank you. I'm sorry, I got hurt, but I let you use my finger. Did it hurt?... but don't think I sold you anything like this. You're my bow rival!!"

The little girl's scarlet flickered with her fingers.

It seems to be a decision, but because of the suicide bombing and rolling around, the hem behind the skirt was covered and the bottom of the underwear was rounded. It doesn't tighten. Arnold sighed. Because of the fuss, I felt like a fool when I was in a mood for water and crying.

"... hey, there's trash on your hair. I'll get it. Turn your back."

Yes.

Gently pull down the hem of the skirt to avoid noticing the honest scarlet. Arnold's heart was a gentleman.

"Come on, that's enough."

"... nh, are you sure? Thank you.... Mother, please teach Arnold all about bows!! Leave this guy alone and teach his cute daughter the secret of bows. Ohhhhh..."

"... Scarlet, I know your spirit."

Looking down at the groaning scarlet, Cornelia said in trouble. Scarlet's shoulders are stiff and tight.

"Arnold must have come to his rescue because he thought he was pathetic. My mother's eyes won't be deceived. My mother listens to everything you say. You're much smarter than I am, and you're always a sweet kid who gives priority to others over me. But the bow path is different. Even your beloved daughter, I won't allow you to say anything."

Cornelia had a harsh atmosphere that kept her from saying a word.

Ah, and, uhh, the scarlet who was trying to make an excuse eventually dropped her shoulders and said, "... yes."

I realized that the series of fuss was all an act that made me think of myself, and Arnold's ears became hot. I am ashamed of myself for undoubtedly speaking only the words of Scarlet. About half my age, but Scarlet was much older than herself.

"... I see... I'm sorry, let's round out my underwear and do it for me...!!"

"Eh!? Underwear!? Round out!? I don't know, what is it!?"

Scarlet is rushing around her ass. I bent my neck, turned around, tried to check, and kept going around. It seems that everything wasn't an act. Arnold thought it was like a puppy chasing her tail around.

"... you can think of my mother as a demon. The Melville family has risked their lives to take over the bow business from their ancestors to the next generation. It has prioritized its mission over parent-child affection. My mother is bleeding with that demon. My mother is going to give Arnold all her moves and have him rise above herself. To do that, we must become demons and demons."

Cornelia said categorically. The crowded beauty was breathtaking.

It seemed different from the modest usual.

In the love of his fierce mentor, Arnold sat down, forgetting the pain and fatigue, and bursting into tears. The reputation of a respected nurse is breathtaking. I thought I could die. Numbling sensations enveloped my body. Scarlet is worried and crouches and peeks.

"... I don't know? Does it hurt, Arnold...."

Unable to respond properly, Arnold shook his clothes desperately with an exciting swallow.

Seeing it, Scarlet put her hand on Arnold's bow basket and quickly pulled it out. Arnold didn't have time to resist. Once decided, Scarlet's movements are the speed of electric shock, and even Brad, a genius in somatology, can catch falsehood. He wrapped his skirt around, pulled up the white chemise, and twisted the edges, making a loud noise and tearing it apart.

"... I understand, Mother. But please forgive me for first aid for the wound."

Cornelia nodded.

Scarlet replaced the ripped fabric with a bandage and wrapped it around Arnold's bloody hands. The whiteness of the fabric and the whiteness of the peeping legs catch my eye.

"... I'm sorry. Thank you...."

Scarlet laughed invincibly at Arnold, who turned his back and thanked him for his troubles.

"Don't get me wrong. I just did what your mother couldn't do in her place. I don't want to get used to you. Don't worry about it because your mother appreciates it. As a rival, I will surpass you fairly one day.... no matter what you think."

Of course, Arnold wasn't stupid enough to accept the word in face value.

This word is a shadow of scarlet.

The kindness of my mother and daughter was the same in different shapes. In the light of their love, I felt that I had seen a long way to go.

Only in the last lonely place did I glimpse the truth. Scarlet has no bow talent like Arnold. Unfortunately, I can't keep Melville's name.

But for Arnold, the glaring scarlet's eyes seemed much more beautiful and valuable than the big ruby on his chest. Arnold whispered in his heart that you had no bow talent. Arnold noticed how he felt.

"... I'm talking about you..."

Arnold leaned on his mouth to be moved.

From there onwards, half-person self is not a good word to say. There is no such qualification at all now. But one day my mentor Cornelia will recognize me and convince me, I'm sure....

"... I also think that you... are the best rival. You're not as talented as me, but you're a bowman. Heh, if you can catch up, try to catch up. At that time, I'll be even higher."

Knock and inspire. Cornelia noticed Arnold's sincerity on the way back and nodded gently. Scarlet seemed dull and neat in her hand, but she regained consciousness and reached out.

"... I promise!! But since you're a child, don't push yourself.... thank you for telling me that you have a bow talent."

"Oh, I'll be waiting. I promise. Oh, my God, that's not a good word. Come on, eat it all the time. You're going crazy.... and thank you for all your worries.... that face. That's what you call it."

The two laughed face to face, neither from the other.

Arnold held my little finger on the little finger of the scarlet, which was presented with a smile, and swore.

"I'll try not to be caught up with you. That's why you keep chasing me. I'll always be there to protect you.

It was just Arnold's promise not to say anything. I was mouthing her on the back of my heart. Unyielding smiles squeeze your chest out. Like a memorable flower, it always stayed in my heart.

... adult Arnold's consciousness overlaps that of a child. A young scarlet and a sleeping queen.

"... oh, Brad. I know exactly what you're talking about. Scarlet's... smile is awesome. I told you I'd die for that. Holy shit. That's right...

The pain came back with reality.

Without yielding to the torment and bitterness of the explosion, Arnold pulled his bow with a shredder.

"... Master, I see why I pull the bow.... I'll protect him.... your daughter's smile...

Arnold whispered a little.

Of course, Arnold had never mentored Cornelius to die prematurely, nor had he met the Queen Scarlet in her childhood.

It is more natural to think that Alisa's illusion was projected into her dying and cloudy consciousness, rather than her real memory. Experience showed that Arnold saw such illusions in extreme conditions such as on the verge of freezing to death. Still, Arnold couldn't get rid of what he saw as a mirage. A vivid sensation remains.

No, it's not just there. I'm still standing in front of myself to brave Arnold.

"... I got the answer very well. Now pull the bow. When trying to protect someone, Melville's arrows are invincible."

Cornelia, a master with a bow, bends his neck and greets Arnold gently over his shoulders.

The fur on my back shakes. Long leather boots cover the slender legs. Garments based on green are like protective spirits of the forest. The rumored Melville costume quickly became apparent.

The same green eyes as the forest told Arnold to protect my daughter.

"... please take care of the princess."

Matsuo's deep voice was heard from behind. The feeling of a big hand pushes your back to be brave.

Their appearance and narrative, visible only to Arnold, gave Arnold his last strength.

Alisa's eyes, which were laughing at her, were surprisingly wide open.

"... stupid. If you pull that strong bow with a broken arm... no matter how much protection you have..."

It was Alisa, who was familiar with the destruction of the human body, that shocked her enough to stand still.

Cornelia's phantom with a bow must have stared at Alisa.

Open your legs slightly wider than shoulder-width apart, breathe deeper, and pull strings larger.

"... go on, Arnold. Must shoot straight...."

Arnold understood in an instant what Cornelia was trying to do, even though he had never seen it before. Take the same stance and repeat to be guided.

"... yes, Master... I must shoot right now..."

Alisa frowned in surprise.

She doesn't see Cornelia. I can only imagine Arnold murmuring strangely to himself. She was seriously wounded and saw if delirium was complicated.

Without Alisa's reaction, Arnold simply traced Cornelia's movements in front of him. Their movements and breathing are perfectly consistent. Words overlap.

"... piercing...!!... thunder climbing...!!"

From Arnold's rigid arm, which stretched to the limit, a tremendous arrow was emitted. The sound of the wind is like an explosion. The chunk of Bow reached the middle of Arnold and Alisa in an instant. And there was a souvenir of Serafi, and a whirlwind from the remnants of the fire of Romalia's tabernacle. The arrow was further accelerated by the wind, which flashed against Alisa. The arrow blades were subjected to intense friction and static electricity was generated. An arrow approaches with a pale electric light.

"... thunder climbing...?"

Alisa was extremely vigilant about the first move she saw.

"... Oni-crying...!!"

Looking like she was mocking Arnold, Alisa, who had been smelting hundreds of battles, was constantly developing a "frenzy" in her body. When you become a master like Alisa, you can start with the blood flow in your body and develop a "frenzy" with no movement that you don't know from the outside. That's why I instantly started crying over my whole body with "frenzy." It was an impenetrable monster that combines strength and warmth.

The "Frenzy" wall and Arnold's arrow collided violently. Abnormal noise and sparks scatter. For a moment, the "frenzy" was pushed in, and the arrow reached Alisa's present position, but it was shattered by new "frenzy" pushing one by one, scattered in the dust of the wood.

However, the thunderbolt with arrows went through the "frenzy".

Alisa was stunned by the pale lightning.

"... thunder... and...!?"

The electricity paralyzed Alisa's eyes, slightly stiff, and revealed five more arrows. Arnold was shooting six lightning crawlers in a row. The tails of thunder intertwine, drawing a pale mesh. It was like a giant thunder wing or a herd of thunder beasts.

Alisa slapped her tongue.

It seemed to her a thunder of judgment. The abominable power of protection, the bond between Scarlet and the five warriors, appeared to have stood in front of him.

"... you damn fate, whether you break it or not... how much do you care if you get in my way...!!"

Alisa further strengthens the power of "frenzy" by making the cannibal tiger fierce. Five arrows flew like an eagle with lightning, and Alisa struck the vortex simultaneously.

"... gu...!!"

Alisa's body was shaken by an unprecedented bow. I can't breathe. I couldn't absorb the shock even with a whining. Rage moans leak. There was nothing but humiliation for Alisa to catch up with a human bow, even a stone attack by a catapulter.

"... don't lick me that binds the Seven Demons!! Break it up!!"

In response to Alisa's anger, "Frenzy" barks. There is a storm in the place of worship. The roar deafens my ears. It was exactly the name of the technique of tears. It was as if the invisible giant grinder was spinning at high speed. The five arrows of the pursuit were not left, and the arrow feathers were danced and scattered. The arrowhead metal melts away with friction, spreading orange sparkles like a linear fireworks.

But like the first arrow, the pale lightning of the five arrows was as persistent as a snake.

"... but...!!"

Lightning from five directions struck Alisa, who ran out of "frenzy" to retreat the arrow. The pale arc covered Alisa's body. Alisa's blonde hair rose upside down. Exhales, and Alisa's eyes are about to pop out. I stepped on my feet in flutter. The thunderbolt pierced Alisa's body many times, paralyzing her body.

Arnold smiled at the first monster ugliness.

"... hey... Zaah, Miyagata... the best trick I've ever done... I let the monster blow me away..."

Burning out the flames of life without a drop, Arnold collapsed. There was no arrow left in the arrow. He narrowed down everything he could.

How he fell to the floor, Arnold looked at Scarlet in the face with all kindness.

"... hey, when I cut you off, I secretly swore I'd protect you... I guess I could've fulfilled my promise... hey, what were you talking about in my dream... but it was a good dream..."

Then I tried to crawl by Serafi.

"... hey, Blood, I'm sorry, but I won't give up now... because I'm busy chasing after the serafi in the afterlife and bragging about it.... Queen... you're so cute... don't protect me..."

My voice gradually decreased. A finger stretched out to a friend fell to the floor. Arnold stopped breathing on the way. His eyes, which were going to die in the presence of his friends, turned towards you and remained open.

The golden iris revealed a generous seraphe's dead face and the appearance of Brad approaching the rigid Alisa.

Arnold's struggle earned him enough time to activate the ruthless autumn leaves. Hold full, aim for Alisa, and Brad steps in.

"... Arnold... Serafi... Thank you...!! Take it!! Alisa!! Be thoughtful!!"

Blood's red wings run sharply.

With all my thoughts, Brad's fist was sticking out.

"... oh... no...!!"

The thunderbolt was still in Alisa's sight, sealing her freedom. It seemed like Arnold and Serafi were getting along.

The body was frightened by lightning strikes, and Alisa was left defenseless, running out of "frenzy", and was struck by ruthless autumn leaves.

Brad's fist was sucked into Alisa's left chest.

Alisa's cheeks were stiff. The perfect ruthless autumn leaves begin with no sound, just like a still image. Brad's technique was uncomfortable.

Even if Alisa couldn't move due to lightning strikes, Brad wouldn't be alarmed. He was tilting his whole body to the blow so as not to waste his two sacrifices. A triangular shock wave struck Brad's fist at the apex. Alisa could no longer escape.

The catastrophic autumn leaves force the opponent's heart to run away and destroy the body from the inside with the water pressure of the blood. The blood blade that occurs has the power to break not only the internal organs and muscles, but also the bones. Once a runaway heart can't be stopped with Alisa.

"... that's it...!!

An unusual dry sound echoed. Blood splash flew.

Blood and Alisa stopped to overlap as the bells poured down into the chapel.

"... stupid...!!... why...!!"

It was Brad who leaked his stunned moans. The right fist was crushed mercilessly, like a burst tomato. The strange sound was the sound of Brad's fist breaking apart.

Alisa laughed.

"... oh, I'm sorry. You're the one who's finished."

The ruthless autumn leaves came to an end imminently. The force that was concentrated on one point of the fist lost its base and scattered into the air. The blood-smoking wings on his back collapsed, and Brad's red eyes flashed back to their original black color.

"Redemption of Blood" has been lifted.

Alisa did nothing. Instead of "frenzy", he couldn't fight back, and he was struck by a straight fist with a stick. Brad remained vigilant until the last moment of the hit. No matter how much Alisa died, she was dead. It was as if I didn't understand what had happened.

Alisa smiles coldly at Blood, who is huge and wobbly. I dropped my eyes on the blood of Brad stuck to my chest, and my fingertips tickled and my lips peeled off with lipstick.

"... fufu, I wonder if you came to give me lipstick when my makeup fell off in battle. Good luck with that. Women must be beautiful at all times. But your desperate and confused face is also very nice."

After being smashed into a stupid stunt, Alisa leaned over his back with her ruthlessly broken hands. He was freed from paralysis by electric shock.

"... hey, let me hear it. Sacrificing two friends, embracing the feelings of the woman I love in my chest, a blow to all of us, shattered feelings without scratches... take it, Alisa, human thoughts... I wonder. Ahahah!! Ahahah!! What were you going to give me as a gift?"

Alisa laughed to begin. Brad was stunned.

"... ahh, that's weird. Fufu, you're breaking my heart. I'll slowly crush your soul from now on."

Put your cheeks against the chest plate and whisper to the lewd.

Alisa's giant red wings whirled like bedding wrapped around her lovers. Brad's eyes seemed to be caught by a serpent trying to swallow himself.

"... you idiot, don't you know yet? Well, if you want to borrow Arnold's words, the time has come to pay for his reckless actions. You may not have noticed it with the same body, but the strength is quite different between 'true history' and your body in the current loop. The power of protection and energy were only holding us back, as we were already at our limit. However, I couldn't stand my fist in the ruthless autumn leaves of my strongest move. It was too powerful to be avenged. As a precaution, I left a slice in my fist bone with tears to make it fragile, but did you notice?"

A sweet voice whispers cruelly. Blood's forehead and cheeks are cold sweaty.

The moment Alisa started her tears and Brad tried to tap into the "conduction," she remembered that her fist was torn back with a different force. Alisa has been setting a trap since then. No, or since I induced them to settle with ruthless autumn leaves.

"... but I can't believe I let Arnold do something similar to what I tried to do to you first. You can't see your feet, this breakdown has been a very good experience."

Alisa smiled bitterly.

"... you son of a bitch, I don't want to lie to you... stupid, I'm...!!"

Brad wanted to curse himself for taking Alisa seriously.

Alisa answered Brad's groan of regret unequivocally.

"... fufu, I didn't lie to you, except for the ruthless autumn leaves, it's true that you didn't cry through them. You didn't use the Unseen as promised, and you left from the front. Besides, if you'd been involved in a brawl rather than a fight, you'd be dead already. It wasn't just my fist that kept the slit."

Alisa giggled with her face on Brad's chest.

Blood tried to escape Alisa's hug, but his legs didn't move. Not only the legs, but also the arms, on the contrary, couldn't move from neck to neck.

"... no, it's a heartbeat synchronization that controls someone else's physical condition as if it were my own, but I can use it if I stick together. But mine is more specialized in destroying them... but I paralyzed them from the neck down first. I can't run anymore. Now, where shall I take it next? Love the scarlet and make it blind."

Brad had been hugged by Alisa for some time now because he had already been deprived of his liberty.

As Alisa told him, Brad's vision was closed to darkness.

"... gu...!!"

Blood moaning low tried to escape Alisa's arm by falling back, but Alisa hugged her tightly and did not allow it.

"... what a bad man to run away from a woman's hug. As a punishment, I'll seal your nose to smell the sweet smell of scarlet. And then I hear a nice voice. I'll leave you with the feeling of being embraced by my enemies."

Alisa nodded her tongue with a gaze.

Blood, whose sense of smell and hearing were sealed, suddenly bled out of his body and wobbled.

While bathing in fresh blood, Alisa had a soft expression.

"... fufu, showering in the blood of a super warrior is such a great luxury.... I told you, it wasn't just my fist that kept the slit open. Finally, my whole body collapsed.... Oni-crying is really a truly disgusting trump card to the power of protection. Do you remember? Shortly before the" True History "Scarlet Challenge in the Cape Castle, you will have a cracked bone in your body. The tears are the finished version."

Alisa slowly crawled her broken threaded fingers onto Brad's back.

We are ruthlessly confirming the physical damage caused by the tears.

"... the characteristic of the protective force is to exert a force beyond the limits of the flesh. The strain on your body is not half. So, what would happen if you had" frenzied "the tissue of the bone and flesh joints in advance? You know what I mean. It collapses like a broken stone bridge.... fufu, there's a nice tear in it. It went well with me. Thank you for your hard work on the test bench.... Brad, you're dying soon. You can be proud in the afterlife that you've hunted me down to the last five hands."

Alisa's whisper did not reach Brad's ear.

His hearing was already sealed, and Brad's consciousness was already vanishing.

Maybe it was a happy thing. Because I didn't know the cruel truth.

Alisa sighed briefly talking about some ways to neutralize the ruthless autumn leaves.

"... you crushed your ears too fast. I should have seen more desperate faces. It's not my habit to go too fast."

Alisa, who appeared to have been hunted down, still had several breakthroughs to hide. After all, the battle for the lives of the warriors was no more than a pastime for Alisa. On the contrary, it was used as an experimental bench for Alisa's new trick. It was a cruel ending.

Still, Brad didn't give up.

"... I can't lose... Scarlet... even if... this body disappears... or just my soul... it's time to protect you..."

Alisa laughed at Brad as he tried to move around.

"I destroyed my senses and motor nerves, but I can move well. Persistent men hate you. Oh, I forgot to whisper my love for Scarlet. Ahahah, sour fish. It's so humiliating."

Lost his words, he walked away from Blood, screaming silently, and opened his chest with both hands so that he could be a parting lover. Without a trick, Brad knelt on the floor. A hole in the chapel roof peers into the sky. Blood's eyes, staring at heaven with a pathetic expression, shed a large tear.

"... how much do you want to look at the sky? Forget the song, the winged canary is a good place to crawl. You're no longer qualified to fall in love.... goodbye, fall into the abyss."

Alisa smiled incredibly.

Turn around gloriously and turn your back on Blood. Alisa's bright red eyes returned to the blue of the ice wall. Blood wings are removed and red glints like feathers dance. A breathless blood slowly fell to the floor amidst a glittering fantasy.

"... fufu, it's more tricky than I thought. I've run out of blood. If you kept me in a state of ancestry for another minute, you would have made me incapable of fighting. What a pity."

Alisa walks through the floor in a step-by-step fight with the men.

It's as if you forgot to dye your cheeks, breathe and kill each other.

It's not like this is an abandoned chapel, it's like a school full of youth.

You look like an innocent maiden in love.

It was really a reactionary state of the gods, exhausted enough to stand properly, but elevation was giving vitality.

Behind that gaze lies a lying scarlet.

As if walking Alisa were greeting someone, she bent over. Pick something up from the floor. The dull metallic gloss of the moon drops slightly. And in the sky of the day there was a fine moon that was as sharp as the extreme.

"... ahh, what's left is six hands, not five."

Alisa sneered at her evil expression.

The period of the new moon is over. It meant that Alisa had regained her ability to predict.

Huge wings flashed without a sound, blurring the faint moonlight.

From the hole in the chapel roof, an adult birdshadow jumped in the opposite direction. Arnold's partner, White Owl, burned with vengeance and murder, causing his golden eyes to blow. Behind Alisa's back, a blind spot was attacked.

Its combat power is greater than that of an eagle, and its vicious grind easily shatters the human cervical bone.

"... as a bastard, his loyalty is brilliant. Follow the praiseworthy Lord."

Alisa did not look back and threw what she had at her back. It was a heavy brass candlestick. At the sharp tip of the center, which slowly spins in the universe, the white owl plunges into his head. The speed of the Special Flight was concentrated on one point. It was as powerful as the tip of the thrown spear. He was crushed between his eyebrows, sprinkled with blood, brain plasma and feathers, and the white owl crashed sharply in the future direction. He almost died instantly.

Alisa didn't even check the back.

Because giving her a path to death was only a routine act for her to predict.

Most of Alisa's consciousness was pointed at the fainting scarlet in front of her.

"I'm finally alone. You're a little beaten up. But I love you, too. There is still plenty of time left this time. It may not be bad to see you change your hobbies and turn your face away from pleasure, not pity...."

So I hid behind the giant owl and was late to notice the shadow approaching.

When he was calm, Blood jumped out from behind the dancing feathers and was caught in his pocket.

Brad's wind blew up Alisa's blonde hair. This blocked my eyes and delayed my vision even further.

"... shit...!?"

I heard a dull, depressing sound of meat.

His flank was pinched by Brad's left fist and his feet floated. Alisa's blonde hair danced at the same time as her fist hit. Alisa was skipped. There was an unpleasant sound of dead trees breaking. Several ribs were taken, and a fracture punctured the lungs and blood bubbles overflowed the mouth. I received it properly.

I couldn't believe what happened.

Like Brad, Alisa can see the other's condition with blood flow. The accuracy is extremely high. It was true that Brad was desperate.

It is not easy for the seven demons to deceive Alisa's eyes. Behind her arrogance, Alisa is surely careful. Read the back, just because you're the architect. Pretending to Alisa to be dead, closing the gap and counterattacking her is a familiar problem for her dog to smell. Alisa has such pride. But Alisa quickly admitted that the fact was true, even if she broke her pride.

Instantly assemble the counterattack plan in your head.

"... I'm surprised. Still working? Are you going to pay me back? Well, that's fine. It was a little too floating. I was so excited that I almost destroyed the scarlet. I just got a good fever. But...."

While twisting and posturing in the air, she wipes the blood bubbles around her mouth with the back of her hand and smiles bitterly.

I remembered earlier when I blocked Brad's vision with my blonde hair and hit him with an anomalous kick.

Brad answered silently. Faster than Alisa landed, Brad stuck at the drop point. The fist roars at Alisa as she descends. I didn't hesitate like a murder machine.

"... but I can't forgive you for interrupting my reunion with Scarlet. Even if I lose my wings and voice, the canary still won't give up, so I'll have to twist my legs and neck..."

Alisa's face has changed. I was disturbed and furious at my time alone with my loved ones. The pigments of the pale eyes were as clear as a hot flame.

Alisa stepped down on Brad's lap, not on the ground.

"... ahaa!! I got one leg!!"

Alisa's drop rate and full weight, kicking force, and the momentum of Brad rushing in, all put together and focused instantaneously on Brad's knees. There was a cold sound on my spine, like a snowy mountain tree in the cold. Brad's knee was crushed by Alisa.

Alisa took further precautions. The tip of the other foot was caught in Brad's groin. To shock the diaphragm and pause breathing. Alisa glanced at her as she released both kicks at the same time. To dodge Brad's fist aimed at his face. Slowly the universe bounced backwards.

It was an artistic counter that could not be attacked and evaded.

Alisa was convinced in the air that Blood's legs and movements were sealed. At least we can earn enough distance to get into heavenly dance. So when I realized that Brad's shadow was chasing me without a second's delay, I was horrified. I feel the discomfort that may be familiar to me. That Brad didn't hesitate to punch a woman in the face. Hiding in front of my hair, I can't see Brad's expression.

"... I'm dying!!"

Alisa slapped her tongue and tried to kill Brad as quickly as the white owl did.

The face froze. I was surprised and lost my expression, and I felt like I was noble.

"... I can't predict death...!?"

I didn't see any way to kill Brad. For Alisa, the prophecy had been with her since she was born. There is no reason why I didn't work outside of the Crescent. Alisa's head core was numb with a shock so suddenly that she could no longer see.

Brad pursues Alisa in a daze. The relentlessness of the machine. It was reminiscent of Arnold's "true history" sniper, which continued to shoot through the target silently.

As she landed throwing herself out, Alisa managed to drive Brad crazy. That Alisa crawled to the ground like a frog.

Pretend to disturb blondes, roll around, barely dodge attacks.

"... that's enough. I can't believe you can't predict. Persistent flies beat to death, that's all."

Alisa quickly changed her mind. Alisa's temperament was such that she did not drown in the solution and did not depend on her special abilities. Assuming that every means has a way of breaking it, Alisa runs the battlefield. Alisa's ability to adapt in an ad hoc fashion is the true value. It is supported by immobile mental strength and experience. We responded immediately to the unexpected attack on Brad earlier.

Again, using the revolution of evasion, Alisa lifted one leg much bigger.

"... uhh...!!"

As he exhaled sharply, he turned to the medulla oblongata of Brad in an upside-down fashion and hit him with a kick. The sky dance was just in time. It went in decently. Brad's body leaned slightly. You can't eat easily with your usual Brad. At least try to avoid a direct hit. Alisa turned upside down and struggled.

"... it seemed to be moving unconsciously, and I thought it was a slender, monotonous attack. I got an unexpected first hit, but it's easy to match the counter. The final test of love is passion."

Alisa was convinced of her victory.

Because the feeling of crushing the cervical spine was transmitted to the toes.

Damage to the nerves of the cervical spine paralyzes the body below it. That's why tigers bite the neck of their prey. But Alisa had an incredible experience.

Brad didn't stop moving at all.

And Alisa's ankle was thrust against the floor, shaking down a wet cloth.

"... shit...!?"

She stroked her back and Alisa's breath clogged. I felt my stomach turned upside down. Sparks scatter in front of my eyes. The core of my head, which I couldn't cover, became numb. Blood bubbles come up again from the damaged lungs. The smell of iron and acidity spread to the nasal cavity and mouth. Soon after coughing, your body can lift up. I was struck again.

Of course, I don't have the stomach to be called Alisa. She was angry, as fierce as a leopard with limbs. I kicked Brad's wrist many times and tried to escape, but unlike before, Brad's hand stayed like a panacea. Alisa was experiencing frozen fear. I feel like I'm fighting a moving statue or something. Alisa's ankle bones burst with an incredible grip. If you stay like this, you'll be crushed by your ankles, or you'll be slammed to the floor and killed. So she realized that Alisa turned to an escape from her abandonment.

Instead of resisting the momentum of being shaken down, it was used instead. I pretended to shake my whole body so loudly, and by accelerating myself toward the floor, I applied more centrifugal force. I tried to pull in and unbalance and tip over, but Brad's hips didn't scratch as if they were made of iron.

Alisa, who changed her plan, turned her back a lot. Put a heavy load on Brad's wrist. Brad waves Alisa's weight with one hand. There was a breach at the place where I didn't have both hands.

Alisa created a situation where a heavy iron rod swinging down with one hand suddenly turned around. When Alisa uses an iron bar, the tip is Alisa's ankle. Brad doesn't try to keep his grip on the tip. Brad's wrist just stretched out.

Alisa kicked and broke Brad's wrist bone without missing the plane. But Brad won't stop. Same as in the cervical bone. Alisa was knocked on the floor with modest momentum. The shock caused my consciousness to recover. I thought my guts might pop out of my mouth. Fresh blood overflowed not only from the mouth but also from the nostrils. She accelerated herself and kicked herself in an impossible position, so she could hardly accept it.

But Alisa didn't miss a slight loosening of Brad's grip. Even if you don't feel pain, if you destroy your wrist bones, it will inevitably loosen your strength structurally.

Alisa spins her body at a high speed like a solitude. The ankle, which was held by Brad, was severely twisted, but he twisted himself. The Achilles tendon sounded off, but Alisa finally managed to escape.

But now my legs are sealed. You can't fly or jump anymore to avoid an attack.

Alisa, who had relieved herself of her patriarchal status, could not move her body properly for a while with a recoil. It is not possible to use the "tempo" of tread moves or the "unseen" of dodge moves. Heaven dance can barely be used, but its power is greatly reduced. Especially now that I can only kick the ground with one foot.

I told Brad that the weakening after the state of the gods was not a lie.

The White Owl was buried in the prediction of death because Alisa didn't have the resources to use her Special Attack level. But for some reason, I can't predict Brad's death.

Your hands are half-breaked, and you can't let go of your "frenzy". With your reduced blood flow, you cannot create a vortex that will be the origin of your tears. However, in heaven dancing without frenzy, this blood cannot be stopped.

It's an eight-way fence.

Alisa turned back and stared at Brad as if he were a demon. Alisa is a bunch of evil, but she won't throw a match under any unfavourable circumstances. The pride alone was virtue.

"... I can't believe I'm going to imitate Brad earlier...!!"

Alisa made up her mind to bet everything on a hit counter.

Take a big breath and concentrate.

In simple physics, Alisa is not far from Matsuo or Brad. Even with speed and suppleness, it is significantly inferior to muscle strength, weight, reach, and hit strength. If you keep bumping into each other, no matter how perfectly timing you decide to counter it, you'll be pushed out with force.

That's why Alisa took off her physical limiter. Stop thinking about the rest and gather strength from inside your body. Your muscles are torn and your bones are stiff. A capillary vessel breaks out and internal bleeding occurs all over the subcutaneous area. Alisa didn't have any pain to control her power perfectly.

Though the fierce lightning burned her body, Alisa didn't leak a single groan of pain.

From Alisa's perspective, Brad is probably tough, quick, and relentless. But as you saw earlier, the attack itself was monotonous. After all, Brad's consciousness is obscured.

Alisa intended to destroy Brad's skull with her whole body spring and weighed elbow. The elbow breaks, but it tells Alisa without losing her strength. It is rarely used in combat for fear of indirect damage, but elbow attacks are Alisa's best moves.

This blood cannot be defeated by lukewarm things like cutting off consciousness. Like killing the white owl earlier, we have to knock the brain out of the skull.

Alisa timing the counter carefully toward the approaching Brad.

Nod. I fully understand the rhythm. This will allow you to pass Brad's attack with a hundred percent accuracy and set a counter. With one foot, Alisa's body leans forward as she tries to use her weight by throwing herself forward.

"... that's a shame, but that's it.... goodbye, lover."

Alisa concentrated her entire body for a moment and tried to explode.

Alisa was confident of victory. At that time, my knees relaxed.

"... stupid... feet... why...!?"

Alisa's unparalleled groan inspired her battle against the three of them. Alisa breathed, and understood everything.

The blow to Brad's body, which he intended to offset by sacrificing his left arm earlier, reached deep into Alisa's body and inflicted more damage than expected. I just didn't realize it, and I was tickling deeper and deeper. It is now and I began to peel my teeth at once.

The trigger came from Alisa removing her whole body limiter.

Arnold's voice rises to the back of his ear.

"... no matter how many tricks are monsters, the body is a woman's."

By the time Alisa raised her face, Brad's fist was already approaching.

Alisa cursed herself with a desire to chew her cheeks.

I laughed, but I didn't mean to offend them. The idea itself was a source of pride.

Instead of biting a squirrel cat, Alisa was now in danger of dying.

I twisted and tried to dodge myself, but the iron fist spreads far faster than that.

Alisa was ready to be smashed.

The air blew out, and Brad's fist burned out Alisa's hair. The smell of burning and the fist pressure shook Alisa's face.

Alisa was miraculously safe. The weakened knee sank bigger than expected, so fortunately Brad's fist passed through his head.

But Alisa broke down a lot. The legs are still immobile as if they had melted into the ground. Heavy as lead, don't listen. No more miracles. Alisa quickly guarded her face to cross her arms. However, Brad's fist, such as Alisa's arm in plain shape, would break like a shell. Don't even be a shield.

However, there was no pursuit for long.

"... Blood...?"

There was Alisa with her gaze raised and Brad with her eyes raised.

Alisa's eyes were shocked.

Brad carved his regretful expression into his face. Tears of remorse were shining on the corner of my eyes.

Alisa's face remained the same as when she sank Brad in the embrace of death earlier. He stopped with his face and his fist poking out.

Alisa looked up and took a breath.

"Brad, you...."

Alisa staggered back and walked away from Brad.

Though full of ingenuity, he stretches his spine with respect. I stared at a man who called himself a lover.

"... you were already dead... and I tried to protect Scarlet..."

It was only natural that Brad's death could not have been predicted, nor could it have been stopped by the destruction of his spine.

He was already breathing. There is no way to kill a dead man.

Alisa staggered toward the scarlet lying behind Brad.

But I stopped and stared at Brad's dead face.

giggle.

"... what a regrettable face. You've caught up with this Alisa Diamandi. Make a more proud face. There's no way you'll ever know when you're dead."

As Alisa turned her face, she scratched her hair in her ears and gently laid her lips on Blood.

"... this time, I'll leave you to it. But it's against manners to kiss with your eyes open. Remember."

Alisa gently reached out and closed Brad's eyelids. I'll wipe the tears off your eyes.

Beyond Brad's shoulders, Alisa stared at the sleeping scarlet. It seemed like I was going to burn it in my eyes.

"... even though I had the chance to teach you so much pleasure that I could break it. I'm so sorry. But no dead man can defeat me. And I'm not ashamed enough to rush to someone I love without defeating my enemies. Okay, I'll miss you this time. The more fruit and fun you save later, the more delicious it ripens...."

Alisa distracted herself from her thoughts and turned her back. Behind it, Blood slowly collapses to the floor.

"... come on, golden worms"

In response to Alisa's call, the returning golden beetles finally flew around Alisa. Surrounded by turbulent feathers, Alisa reached out and welcomed them. The golden worms' feathers grow louder, resentful of their hands becoming miserable. He was angry with his armor and turned violently around Alisa.

"... thank you, I don't have to worry. Doesn't it hurt as much as it looks? And the loop is about to start. Then we'll start over from scratch. Say goodbye to this wounded body. Even so, I've been nurturing you with skill...."

Alisa glanced at the sky from the broken roof of the chapel.

There was a whirlpool of dark clouds in the sky that might somehow be familiar. Blue, white, red, the bottom of the cloud flashes. Morning and sunset, winter colors, the color of the storm's foretouch, and swinging around change your eyes. Instead of the cloud sea, it looks like the children are playing tricks on the stage with the Hollyzon lights. It is clearly not a sight of the world.

"... Brad... it's really me that's causing the loop. But even if you can kill me or Scarlet doesn't die, the loop won't stop. I'll spare your mind trying to protect Scarlet from death and show you how to get out of the loop. But know that it's my mercy that you didn't tell me while you were alive...."

Alisa turned her back on Blood, lying on the floor, and told her how to do it.

Alisa didn't lie. If Brad had lived to hear, he would have turned his face in despair and trembled. The conditions for unlocking the loop and for Scarlet to move forward in her life were too harsh.

The golden worms judged the bloody and breathless men to have hurt the LORD.

I roared the feathers so low that I killed them in the wreckage to beat them up.

It's not enough just to be dead, but to swarm around and eat up all the flesh and bones.

"... stop. I'm glad you're feeling good, but I'm sure you'll catch a stomach attack because you're such bad guys. You've tortured me so much. I'm sure you'll have some complaints, but please send them with flowers."

The golden worms stopped moving perfectly by Alisa's words.

Then, as bewildered, they folded their inner wings, crawled around them, and held each other's tactile senses together. But they were always loyal to Alisa. Soon all the golden worms united their will and sparkled their beautiful golden backs.

Colorful phantom flowers burst into bloom on the floor. It instantly covered up the ruthlessly destroyed chapel. The flowers gently stroke the remains of the sleeping princess's scarlet and the men who breathed while protecting the scarlet.

As Alisa nodded at the feast, she felt a little lonely.

"... thank you, I'll say goodbye to you. I'm sorry, even you don't want to see it the last time I see it."

The golden worms rang the cry of the key.

"... see you in the next loop. Goodbye, my lovely children....."

Alisa walked out on one leg with a tight tendon.

I stopped only once and turned my back and saw a scarlet still sleeping quietly.

"... see you later, you sleazy scarlet. The most hateful and loving person in the world. We dance all the time at the dawn of time. What kind of face will you get drunk next? [M] Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

And Alisa smiled at her face, and turned forward, and went out of the chapel slowly. The sky that roared strangely did not even try to look at it from the first glance. It was as if something was missing. He declared that the world's leading characters were themselves and that no matter how hurt they were, they would not break.

"... hey, do you remember? When we swore each other through... I'll never forget what you said... no matter how many loops we repeated..."

Last but not least, Alisa disappeared from the chapel.

The bell tower next to the chapel rings like madness.

The sound of the earthquake comes from both the sky and the earth.

The rebels who were obsessed with looting in the burning castle also opened their mouths like fools and looked up at the sky. The dull ones finally noticed something strange.

The world was about to end.