To Be a Power in the Shadows!

Through the door, it was a fantastic space where intense magic swirled.

Ancient letters engraved on one side of the wall shine with magic.

At the center of the room is an old festival.

Illuminated by fantastic light, there, the magic of pitch black gathers.

Looks like a timeless intelligence play pulled an unexpected hit.

"Master Shadow, be careful."

"- I see. You mean that."

At times like this, for now, make sense.

"Do you know this place!?

"Everything connected… the present and the past, and the future…"

"Nah - in this moment, everything!?

"- Gather."

The magic gathered on the altar increases in density and the whole room is dyed by pitch black.

I left Epsilon before sheltering him. [M]

Epsilon might be a little tough.

"Master Shadow!?

And magic gathers and explodes.

"- Kuh! What magic!?

I deploy barriers with magic to prevent explosions.

"I see... this is the..."

Barriers shake slightly.

"Heh..."

I shrugged.

Definitely, this sign is a boss character.

And there, where the pitch-black magic had subsided, was the figure of one woman tied to a chain.

"No way, she's -!"

Long silver hair, crimson eyes.

Its beautiful face is somewhere shady and its limbs are chained.

"- People's hero Freya!?

I see. That's the story.

"Beyond a long time ago...... come back"

I get on Epsilon's add-on.

This instantaneous power is important.

"But why are you here?"

"If you trace history, everything is inevitable"

"Track history... No way..."

Freya (tentatively) looks at us with crimson eyes, wrapped in pitch-black magic.

In those eyes, there was no light of reason.

"... have you fallen into darkness, hero"

The eyes that have lost their magic and reason in pitch black are undoubtedly dark falling patterns.

"Before resentment, what do you see..."

I ask her chained with words like that. [M]

"Ahhhhhh......"

She groaned.

Connected chains are pulled to make noise.

"Regret, or..."

I walk over to the altar with a knack and sound.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh"

And I stand beside the altar and look down at her.

- Revenge.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa!!

"Master Shadow!?

Freya's hand stretches out to my neck.

But - Gacha, and the noise stops on the verge of ringing.

Ancient letters engraved on the chains that bound her hand shined.

- Let's go.

I pulled out the slime sword and put it up on the altar.

"Let me see what you can accomplish with a ghost"

And he swung down the slimesword, breaking the chain that binds her.

"TUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!

At the moment of liberation, Freya's sword struck me.

The sword is beautiful enough to love.

But it doesn't make sense.

Irrational swords are boring.

I avoided the sword and stood right behind her.

And whisper with a slime sword around her neck.

"Here - can you crush it"

Freya's motion stopped. She stayed in a sword-shaven position and did not make it slight.

"Have you noticed the magic of your selfishness after losing your reason? Destroy every soul of you, to this self..."

We stopped for a while.

I put a knife around her neck, and she kept shaking off her sword.

This is the time to create an atmosphere.

"You have something to do…"

Confirming that the atmosphere had been created, I lowered the knife that had accompanied her neck.

Then she looked back and looked at me.

"Wow... but... is..."

She moved her mouth and said something, but was speechless from the middle of nowhere.

I felt a little light of reason in those eyes.

As it is, she fogs and vanishes the black magic.

"Go... before you connect the past, the present and the future..."

The sign of Freya disappeared.

I'd love to fight again when I get my reason back.