I hold the dagger with my own left hand and cure it.
Now that I think about it, maybe I should have run away and left him to Sophia without provocation or anything.
But I didn't have the option of running away from him here and now at the time.
"... a spell that hardens what you're touching, is it"
"... oh. So what?"
To my words, he shrugs his shoulders with his eyes closed.
His every move got in my way.
If it's going to happen, it's so much I don't want to see it again.
"Such a useless force, you don't need me"
"You're going to lose that useless power."
"Ha. Then one thing, let's set up a handful. I apologize for breaking my prosthetic arm."
That said, he opens his hands and poses as accepting me.
And I tell him to close his eyes and go away.
"Try attacking anywhere you like. Of course, in the meantime, we won't do anything about it."
"... are you kidding me?
"Because I'm not a child enough to give you all I can to play"
"I see."
I imitate that tone, too, and stand aside and provoke them.
But he didn't go through with it in any way.
I cure that dagger for as long as I can remember myself.
It didn't matter anymore, like when this fight was already over in me.
All I could think about was killing this guy who killed Mentila and Zahr.
As if it were a machine born for it.
Show me a dagger that has never hardened before by shaking it in front of me.
And the sound of cutting off the air in front of you and cleaving the flowers with the wind pressure blooming in the courtyard accordingly.
... I can win. With this power, he is also comparable to the wild sword of the predecessor king of Forse.
"Ahhhhhh!
I'm not the dominant hand. With the force of my left arm, I stab him near his heart.
Then, with a slight roar, the trees around him twitched, and the petals scattered into the sky.
At the same time, me and my dagger smashed and scattered.
"Huh... Huh!?
"... Ha, so much so"
He spills a sigh as if he was disappointed.
Why is he more intact and this one crushed?
You realize my doubts, he's always laughing and showing you inside the black coat he's wearing.
There was the back of the prosthetic hand, which was broken while cured.
"Ironically, you've hardened your dagger too much. Even the world's hardest ore cannot withstand pressure from the surface. At the same time as your attack, I punched this into that dagger"
……
"Do you understand? The difference between me and your overwhelming power."
"... you've got plenty of room"
His laugh, proud of his victory, disturbs him for a moment.
At his feet, Zahr, who grabbed his ankle, had an invincible grin.
But already he's full of creativity, not a very fightable situation.
"Get off me. What if it gets dirty with your blood?
"Don't worry. I'll evaporate each one of them."
"... No way"
"... no way. Guess what."
He smiles sarcastically and grabs Fiodora's ankle with his other hand.
He kicks his face with the feet of the free one, but he didn't seem to care about it at all.
... No way.
"... Zahr?
"... I'm fine. I won't let him kill you."
"Wait, wait..."
"I'm sorry, but I don't have time. There's one last thing I want to say to you."
"Bread, that was delicious"
He said that with a smile like he'd never seen before.
I knew which bread it referred to.
I already knew that.
At the same time, a fire column rises from around him.
Its firepillars were enough to burn down the trees around them, melt the snow, and reach an empty response.
Even my tears nearby are enough to evaporate.
"... Zahr?
... Zahr is not a witch.
I can use magic, I'm just a person.
So we can no longer live back from the nucleus of demons.
If you think about it, it's obvious.
People never come back to life. To come back to life is a blasphemy to nature.
Even though I know it in my head, there was me who somehow had hope for him to come back to life.
My tears don't evaporate anymore.
And there's no sign of him either.
Zahr and the guy.
There was only one person in this courtyard, and it was all burned out.
If there was only one proof of who was there, it would be a great sword piercing the ground there.
Only then existed the original form.
"Zahr, you're lying, aren't you?
I approach where the firepillar stood and look for him.
But I can't even find that bone, of course, what he looks like.
"What, so..."
I know.
I know why.
Me, me...
Because it's weak.
I can't stop crying.
I don't know if I'm gonna stop it.
Continue to spill tears, as if digesting a firepillar that has not already stood.
"... man, that's a lot different."
From behind, as I heard voices, something cold pierced my body.
At the same time, I felt like something like power was being sucked out of my body, a disgusting feeling.
At that moment, my lost memory begins to cross my back.
In that feeling, I'm inside myself, holding my hand, throwing the spear through my body and putting my hand on my chest.
Again, a fire column rises around me.
... This is not Zahr's.
I'll just stand in this courtyard, it's my power.
"... why are you alive"
"Why? That's easy."
When he laughs all the time, he cleaves the space nearby with the spear he had.
That's where I was, the world destroyed by the Nucleus.
This is the power of Mentila.
"I see."
"Than that, you're healing. So that's your power as a wise man?
"... you can answer that, but look at your feet"
I point to his feet.
There he was, already frozen up to his ankle.
"... when, let's hear it again"
"When I set up the fire pillar, the snow broke off. Some of you must have been watered. I kept my magic in the water."
"... I see, for nothing"
That's all he says, he puts his own body behind my back.
This is a Daria spell.
But I'm not going to worry about that anymore.
"I didn't know you wouldn't be slight when you saw this, boulders are sage"
"... never open your mouth again. Please don't open it."
I use snow as a conductor to dissolve electricity around my body and turn all the snow around me into water.
At the same time, one side of the courtyard is covered in water vapor and the sun that was illuminating becomes invisible.
"... what are you going to do?
"Come on. I'll give it back to you here, Hande."
"Don't get on with it because you're back in strength!
He reveals his anger and sticks a spear at the heart of my body.
But his spear gets icy out of my body before it reaches my body.
Naturally, all this water vapor is my magic.
But he turns his body into an ice cream and takes it off.
"... Ha, Lazareth, I'm so sorry...!
"The traps are mutual, aren't they? This is for my dagger. And..."
I turn the water at my feet into ice and pierce the center of his body.
It's not a flame, but this...
"of Mentila... and it's Zahr's share"
"… or, ha"
He seemed to have suffered from boulders, and when he thought he had spit blood, he cut off the ice piercing his body with a spear and fled straight to another world.
After I drop that off, I fall to the ground.
"Hey."
It was King Peswen looking down on me who kept my disappearing consciousness.
He looks more satisfied than ever, looking at me.
"Welcome to the other world. How are you feeling, wise man?
"... uuch"
I laugh back at my evil. After seeing him, I leaned against a nearby wall and stared at the sky surrounded by water vapor.