There was red blood coming out of my right arm.
The stick I had used as a weapon until earlier was also broken and there are no weapons already.
I left my dagger in my room, too.
"... makes me laugh with sage. You are brittle. Too brittle."
"It's not over yet......!
I stick out my right arm and start putting magic into it.
But because of the sealing technique, the magic doesn't arrive well by the order ceremony.
But we just have to let it arrive.
"Magic. Darya told me that your magic was a force that would not be allowed to follow in our world."
"... Darya?
"It's the name of the woman who took your thunderstorm. I praised you more than I imagined. If it weren't for that magic, it would have been over."
... So, the woman who manipulated it... is that what Dahlia was working on?
When that happens, it means that he left Aruba in the state of his hand.
Really, can you win?
Alice opened her mouth when such an idea turned her head.
"... are we done talking?
She circles behind the man and puts a knife around her neck.
Her expression doesn't make her feel anything different from her earlier, flamboyant impression.
But with eyes that are used to killing people.
"... don't interrupt the conversation"
"I will. It was the most void in the conversation."
"Dastardly. Don't you know the word shame?
"I know. I thought you were just a human being, and I thought you were an insult."
Alice hunts down a man with a pale, unemotional voice.
And the knife hit his throat, from which a drop of blood flowed.
"Bye. 'Cause I'm not wasting it on you."
Alice can put her strength into a knife that is piercing a man's throat.
But the knife stopped on the way and stopped moving any further.
"You think something that can use magic is inferior to something that can't be used?
That's all the man says, he grabs the knife with his finger and pushes it back as it is.
Alice quickly took her hand off that knife and flew back as she pulled out the other knife that was on her hips.
After the man dropped it off, when he pulled the knife out of his neck, its tip had disappeared.
"Flames."
"Boulders are wise men. Knowledge. Poured enough magic to boil down into my blood to draw a flaming commanding ceremony"
"... don't be ridiculous. There's no way I can use that magic."
"Right. Normal people wouldn't be able to do that."
The man added the word "but" at the end of the word, while jumping into my nostalgia at a tremendous rate.
"I was dead once."
With the momentum of the man's bush, it did sound that way at the moment of blowing up.
... once, dead?
It's a lie. There's no magic to bring people back to life.
"... ka, ha"
"You're really weak, you are. I see you've lost your credentials to name a wise man."
There's blood coming out of my arm.
At the same time, my consciousness is about to fly.
... That's when I remembered something.
I still have magic.
Not sealed magic, but no-risk, usable magic.
I threw away the stick and let my hands drip.
"... surrender. I'm sorry, but I don't have the mercy to give you."
No, it's not.
Blood spreads throughout his arms and stains the red and black colors.
It was a last resort.
I had a red and black arm and was forced to beat the guy up.
The man, when he takes it by the palm without even trying to circumvent it, can hear the bone breaking.
"... what have you done?!?
"Magic. Sure, I can't beat you without magic. Then you can use magic."
I hit a man again with my hands full of blood.
Now he gets squeezed, and he hits the ground with momentum as it is, but he doesn't feel any pain.
"It's the only magic I can use. This is my last weapon."
"... no way, physical enhancement?
"No, I just cured my own blood."
"You think it's magic? Such a thing should be magic......!
I'm gonna hit a guy again.
The man cuts it with his sword as he moves it, but the blade doesn't reach his skin.
"Don't be ridiculous, with such a messed up logic......! Normally, I would cure to death the blood in your body!
"... it's the sorcerer who thinks reason not to do so"
Keep hitting the guy so he doesn't give you a gap.
But of course this magic also has its disadvantages.
The risk that the wound will open and become useless and the prerequisite that it must be used if it is not injured.
Besides, magic uses my stuff, so it has to be my own blood.
At that time, a cloud began to float around the man.
"... zar. You can't really use it. Wouldn't you be satisfied with your child's use?
"Dahlia......!
"This previous......!
At the center of the pod was Dahlia, smiling at me.
I try to hit him with my right arm, but Alice stopped me.
"... maybe I shouldn't get my hands on it right now"
"... if that's what Alice would say"
"You're wise. I don't want to be hostile to you now."
... Sure, she should be able to easily pin me down now.
But I didn't.
"In a few years we will declare war on the world. I'll see you there."
"Wait, no way really...!
"Yeah. War, I'll start."
That's what Dahlia says and laughs at him, and he puts a punch around them.
I reach out to them like that, but by then the two of them were gone.