Tsuihou Sareta Bannou Mahou Kenshi wa, Koujou Denka no Shishou Tonaru

It is the universal truth that the dead are not resurrected.

But Cleon is going to use the power of the Demon King to revive our former companion Shea.

I trembled.

What Cleon is trying to do touches the contraindications of the Imperial Church.

That's not all.

I have no idea how much sacrifice I have to make for the resurrection of the dead.

says Cleon.

"The resurrection of the dead cannot be achieved by the resurrection of the demon king Aka Manafu as a whole. The plan has just begun."

Many adventurers have already died for the Necropolis offense.

Now two girls, Flora and Arte, are being sacrificed to revive the Demon King.

Creon's purpose can only be achieved by making more sacrifices.

"We should stop doing this, Cleon"

"My purpose is quite personal indeed. But the resurrection of the Demon King and the acquisition of the Necropolis treasure will also lead to the national interests of the Empire. It is also the intention of His Excellency Prime Minister Strass."

"That's not what I meant. You think Shea would want to live this way?

"Shea had a terrible way of dying of being slaughtered by demons in ruins. So you're saying he died convincingly? That can't be true."

"But..."

"People can be as cruel as they want if it's for their place. Even you, if Sophia or Her Royal Highness were to be murdered, would choose no means and try to protect her."

"That's not what this is about."

No, it's not.

Light was already losing from Flora's dying eyes.

Flora, who was bleeding and being deprived of her magic, was almost as dead as ever, just cramped with fright from time to time.

At that time, a large number of new adventurers appeared in the hall.

Leading the way was a big man dressed in heavy steel armor.

"It's Garrells, the guardian warrior of the Second Squad. I made some sacrifices along the way, but I've secured my way back. So, what's this situation?

Garrells looked around, looked at Arte and Flora lying down, snapped "Oh," and laughed lightly.

It's as if you knew in advance that this would happen.

When Cleon briefly told the Garrells what was going on, he gave Garrells something of the same shape as the pile he stabbed Arte and Flora.

It seemed to shine red in a short period and resonate with a pile stabbed by two girls.

I guess that's the device that sucks up magic for the demon king's resurrection.

"Ask Garrells to finish the scene."

"Leave it to me, Cleon"

As a signal, Cleon and the Cavaliers went to the throne where the Demon King was.

Eventually, as the Creons finished their journey, the walls between the throne and the hall where we are closed again.

In the meantime, I stood back and focused on Flora's treatment.

I used my magic to the fullest to get treatment, and then Lisa, the white monk, came running over to help me.

So only slightly Flora seemed to be doing better, but basically it was water on the baking stone.

You won't have Flora's body like this.

Garrells spoke to me.

"Come on. What's the point of saving Cleon's assassination?

"Did Garrells know this was going to happen?

"No way."

Garrells raised his voice and laughed.

Like it's fun and I can't wait.

And Garrells grabbed Arte's head up, falling down, and kicked up its abdomen.

Arte raised a short scream, but in the next moment, he was staring back at Garrels with a hateful eye and throwing up "you..."

Regardless, Garrels slammed Arte to the floor.

"Come on, aren't you better than I thought? Arte may not die, even if he is sacrificed for the Resurrection of the Demon King. Well, it would be inevitable to be an abolitionist, but that would be what Arte himself deserved because he had brought the descendants of the Demon King to the same eye. But..."

Garrells turned his eyes to Flora. Those eyes had pity and contempt.

"I sympathize. If I hadn't been the sister of such a stupid woman, and if I hadn't stumbled upon Cleon, I wouldn't have died here."

Flora dies here.

The likelihood was quite high.

"Well, you don't have to die to be enslaved as a great sinner. Speaking of the remains of a former Marquis Lady and a brilliant magician, it's a waste because she would have sold it for a good price as a slave."

Garrells said whatever he wanted.

I didn't think it was a story against my former companion.

At that time, Flora regained a slight glow in her eyes and tried to get up. Maybe our treatment helped somewhat.

But Flora was about to collapse, and in a hurry I supported Flora.

I was in the shape of a flora hug from the front, but its body was incredibly light.

Flora looked up at me with black eyes.

"Mr. Solon... I just want to tell you one last thing."

"I hope you don't say it's the last time. If you can't talk to me, I'm sure you'll recover..."

Flora shook her head to the side.

Flora's eyes said she couldn't help anymore.

"Please help your sister. I know how unsolicited you are to ask a senior to do that. But I can't do it anymore."

I nodded.

Arte was my enemy.

But before this happened, Flora had made a deal to help Arte instead of protecting me and Philia.

In fact, Flora helped us by defeating Saul.

It was a rampage that I didn't really agree with, but it also tried to protect Philia by defeating Cleon.

Then I want Flora's wish to be fulfilled whenever possible.

Flora smiled weakly and lowered her eyes to shame.

"The other story... it doesn't matter. I liked my senior year."

"To?"

I felt my face turn a little red after that.

I never thought I'd be confessed by Flora in a place like this, in a situation like this.

"Ever since I first met you at magic school. Yeah, even now. Because just in front of the seniors, I felt like I could be honest. So..."

So Flora's words broke off.

At the next moment, Flora's body in my arm jumped frighteningly, and Flora's tall scream echoed.

I could see the pile punched into my chest shining even more intensely red, and at the same time the magic rapidly poured out of Flora.

Flora's scream eventually stopped, but she no longer just breathed loudly, her eyes clouding and her ravenousness had been lost from her face.

"Solon. If you want to help these guys, you have to do something about this pile. Your second-rate healing magic will do nothing."

Garrells told me to be funny.

Seeing, the transparent pile in the hands of Garrels was also increasing its red glow.

If we take that away, we can stop the spill of magic from the Flora's.

Then maybe we can help them both.

But to do that, we have to turn Gallers against our enemies and win.

"Let's make a bet, Solon. Fight and you win, and this pile is yours. It's your freedom to keep you both alive or kill you."

"What if Garrells wins?

"If I win, give me your treasure sword, Tetracord. You're not the one who can use it, it's me."

I nodded.

Betting is my treasure sword.

If you lose, you won't hurt anyone else.

However, the opponent is Garrels, one of the top Knights executives.

Whether you can win once again.

Garrells continued in a mild tone, as he made a fool of himself.

"I fight alone, but you don't care how many allies you bring. Otherwise, it won't even be a bet. I don't know if there's a drunken one on my side."

I looked around.

There was no adventurer on my side to help Arte and Flora.

Notaras the Summoner has gone with Cleon to the throne of the Demon King.

That's when the two little girls went in.

One is Lisa, a white monk.

And the other was the Empress Philia.

"Because I'm on Solon's side!

Phyllia said so, pulling out the apple tree wand slightly, he set it up high.