Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

Underground labyrinth ratatosk.

The structure consists of all five tiers.

It is a complex maze, inhabited by absurd deceased, first tier.

A second tier of scaffolding that disappears, always threatened by the fear of falling death.

The distorted beaches of time and space and the illusions whisper in solitude, the third tier.

Authentic, the fourth tier that exists only to devour and kill the lives of intruders.

And no one has just brought back information as one, the final hierarchy.

One of the world's three great labyrinths, once challenged by a frightening number of adventurers, seeking the Demon Crystal, dreaming of grabbing a thousand gold, and scattering it that way - Ratatosk.

Born by the blood and despair of the elves, ironically, there was a man diving alone in this demon that still kills and continues to grow a greedy human race.

He was now in the swamp of his soul.

Fourth hierarchy/root country

After this hierarchy, the 'voice' did not stop.

It's Barrys' voice.

Is that sounding in the brain from within the memory of the isagi, or is it really the voice that came from the outside - i.e. as a result of the arrival of the soul of Barrys, which should have vanished - into this labyrinth?

Either way, okay.

I wasn't bored.

As if standing next to him, he whispers.

"Hush, that sobbing husband got a lot tougher."

"How long have you been dragging on the old days?"

Beyond the third tier, the labyrinth underneath was once again.

But unlike the first tier, it is a belly cave that makes you feel fantastic somewhere. Stone pools made everywhere were either because of the leakage of the upper layers of water, or because they emitted a green glow, illuminating stone columns and stalactites demonically and seductively.

The purple light lit there burns up high for a moment and scratches out quickly.

Later walking out is a black man flipping a black coat.

Take the people-shaped fog like a companion and squeeze it to make sure the ring you put in your nostrils from time to time, and hiccup.

'What are you talking about, even the first time we met?

Stand in front of the lady with a blue face.

I knew it at a glance. '

"Dude, who are you talking to..."

'Right. I thought you had eyes for people, but that's the first time you've failed.

You were young. I was young, too. "

"It was only four or five years ago for me..."

Isagi puts her cheeks on.

Even so, Barrys' voice standing next to him was also young, and his impression of the time was intact twenty years ago.

It was about two months after the trip that Isagi asked Barizd along with Preah.

It was when I went through several life exchanges, tasted the feeling of killing people, and told them that this was the code of this world, but I still couldn't really make up my mind.

Isagi and Preah, who had set up a resistance in the western capital and sought help from Balizd, who was continuing a thorough anti-war, were unquestionably turned down.

At the time Balizd had a harsh personality and hated the nobles and knights who deserted the city and fled. I would never forgive Preah and Isaac, who had been sent by the king's capital, saying that many children and women had been killed for that reason.

He slammed his sword on a rabbit with a divine sword, hoping to work together in order to gain its strength, and that's how he slammed the rabbit down to no complete skin.

The ousted Preah and Isagi could not help themselves with the mercenary regiment, and entered into a full-scale guerrilla battle with only two demons, one Five Demon General, and the leader of the Demonic Imperial Knights, Gilnite - the father of Ignite.

As a result, the shallow behavior of the rabbit still led to the capture of Preah.

"That's all there is. Honestly, it's so memorable..."

"That's what you live for, isn't it?

"Maybe it is. I still can't get that far."

I was in a hurry for kung fu, cuckooed to prove that I was a brave man, and I was deprived of Preah and the Divine Sword Klausoras. Lost it.

I cried to death, and I regretted it to death. I was attacked by the fear of dying, and I thought I'd really die, but I just couldn't escape.

Isagi clenched the broken sword he had picked up on the side of the road and ran to Barriesd. I cried and fought him again, and Isagi, who had no divine sword, could not bring him down as a matter of course, but still got help. I could get my hands on it.

"... when Barrys even looked like the goddess of salvation"

"Feelings - don't say that, sir.

It was your power to crush Gilnite, wasn't it?

"I had a crush on you."

I was walking down the narrow aisle.

A hand emerged loosely from the wall grabbed the rabbit's neck. It was a fog lurking in the labyrinth. Demons can magic into their palms to blow up the flesh of a rabbit from a zero distance.

Isagi punched his fist into the wall. A moment later, a crack broke in, the wall collapsed, and the buried arm was freed to the elbow. An indeterminate mass of magic, Fogg is misty with no shadows or shapes left.

He paid for the sand smoke he could already stand in, and Isagi stroked his neck.

"Don't touch yourself."

The first tier still had time to sleep, but if it were the fourth tier, one demon after another came upon the Isagi without putting it down for five minutes.

I don't know how many hours I've been fighting. Maybe it's been decades, days, weeks. Because drowsiness and fatigue are not coming, there is also a good chance that suddenly the limits of your health will come and you won't be able to move a single step.

The rabbit takes out the herbs he brings to restore his magic from inside the bag and mouths them. The effect is insignificant for the total extraordinary magic power of a rabbit, but before you become a manukee who dies holding it in, you have to do what you can.

Once again, demons jumped out of the nearby floor - in the dirt. They don't know when or where they're coming from. I looked back, and there was no sign that the undead was shaking his nails.

Vigilance covering 360 degrees and a tough spirit that will never shatter. And just endurance to keep fighting and fighting in the first place. I guess that would complement each other at a party.

Isagi pulls out his sword and sends the dead back to the earth. A little late Karadborg thundered. This sound results in the call of further deceased, but not the rabbit. Either way, he didn't want to move forward in hiding.

"If I get stronger, they get weaker. After all, that's what fighting is all about.

The more I work out, the harder things go away.

This is no big deal compared to fighting Gilnite. "

Don't do that, too. If you tell me to be patient, I might be.

But I didn't think there was anything more painful in this world than being able to poke at my helplessness.

I used to be frustrated by helplessness without just the power to protect those I wanted to protect.

Now there is only power. Anyone who wants to protect me, though I'm not around yet.

Undead showing up once again, without walking ten steps. The identity of the abnormal encount rate showed that the magic crystal's place of sleep was close. To protect the peace of one's soul, the deceased holds back the living.

"Oh man, you're getting stronger, huh?"

"... I've been fighting for a long time."

'That's not all. I used to... I don't know what to say.

I think there's been some danger, but now you look like you're getting hungry. '

"Cerdel told you, too, that's not true"

At last, I think it means I'm no longer a kid.

"These days, it's no longer cool to waste. You've settled for your age."

"Uh?"

"... what the hell"

I thought it would be nice to put a scratch in the illusion, but the rabbit snaps with half an eye.

You're the one who said it was growing.

'That's not what I'm talking about, you know...'

Ballyzd's groaning voice. Not at all, what a busy phantom.

Since entering the fourth tier, adventurers' artifacts have been found everywhere.

Is it folded to death, or is it a weapon loaded high above the udder? What was left was mostly metal equipment.

Maybe that just emerged because the hierarchy from second to third was a structure where corpses were less likely to remain.

But no body was found. They don't rot, but they disappear somewhere. Mechanisms in the labyrinth are often not done with reason.

No, to be exact - there was a body. Whether that should be called a corpse or not.

……

but it is the soul man (undead) who approaches me with his armor squeaking properly.

Almost unlike humans, he is a monster lit with purple flames in the back of his eyes.

Instead of dirt, the soul dwelt in the flesh. Because he remembers more vividly his human days, or his agile movements are not in previous ratios.

Isagi takes the blow of the dead as they wave up their swords and slap them. That was the first moment since he dived into this labyrinth he turned to defense.

That's a good slaughter.

A man who dived to the fourth tier and fought there. Though dead, its flesh was powerful, and the soul of the ghost poured into the defect had created an excess fighting spirit to make up for the shortage.

As long as the living fight, the trickery of the undead, totally ignoring the limits of the body and the structure of the human body, which can never be distracted, will not be as glimmering as a skilled swordsman.

Exactly a thousand. Will the monster that wears meat be so strong?

"That's a big deal."

Take the blade with Caradoborg and snap its neck with Klausorus. There is no precipitation in the absence of a rabbit. He was manipulating both swords as if they were hands and feet.

After stepping into the core of the fourth tier, the grievances of the deceased so unreachable that Barried's voice is also attacked by the Isaac.

In that vortex, what was floating in the rabbit was a memory of a time.

With the help of Preah, Barizd, and Klausorus, he defeated Gilnite the Five Demons in such a way as to gain a lifetime in Nine Deaths, and drove the demons who had collapsed in total away from Parabeliu, the central state, with momentum. The shadow also included the help of the Yang Saint Knights.

After ensuring the safety of Parabeliu, the Brave Party headed north. We've heard stories of demons launching a massive offensive against the Edilla Empire.

So the abomination trapped in the tower - he fought with Cerdel, made him one of us, left the Devil Nation from the Edilla Empire, and continued his journey even further.

He had also liberated the Elf country Mistral, where he met and deepened his bond with the Third Princess Limino.

He attacked the southern desert, the United Shahra Emirates, and surrendered one of the demonic strongholds on the Slaosha continent.

To help the Pyril tribe and its chief Les Daris, who are at the forefront of the southwest of the continent, Isagi acquired the power of contraindication 'Breaking Arts'. That also allowed him to bury Onyxia and Pearlman, the general generals of the Demonic Imperial Army Slaosha Continental Expedition, the five demon generals.

To cross the Dark Continent, we helped the Dragon tribe to live in the Northern Mountains, to have a one-on-one duel with the Great Lonely Dragon Slaoshard, and Isagi won.

Over a two-and-a-half year period, Isagi stabilized the Slaosha continent.

By this time, there was no more insulting him as just a young man.

It's no different to be a crybaby, and it's no different to be timid.

Still, it only got smarter to fix it.

- Though she could always spot me.

"I just wanted you to admit it the whole time."

To the girl by my side.

Just the girl who was fighting for me by my side.

Grab the face of the decapitated deceased and slap him to the ground. A skull that can be shaken and crushed with a single blow. But that doesn't stop me, and I'm going to slap my sword on the isagi with a motion that will screw my arm out of an impossible position.

Isagi stepped on that arm and dropped an intense stamp - from above the armor - on his belly. As if stepping through a chunk of snow, the dead burst.

I'm not telling anyone, Isagi just snaps.

"It's in front of him, so that's all I could keep fighting for.

He was there. "

It was for her sake that Isagi had to be a brave man.

It was also thanks to her that Isagi was able to be a brave man.

Dark continent reached on the back of Slaoshald.

He attacked the Port Town Black Round, guided the Knights, and attacked the home of the Demons in earnest.

The resistance of the Demonic Army after entering the Dark Continent became fierce.

Isagi, Preah, Barizd and Cerdel were always worn out.

But the destination is almost there. You couldn't have stopped.

A faint voice reaches the back of the rabbit.

"Damn, you're a great guy. Not at all.

Really, me. Well, then, it's not gonna work... Oh, that's not quite... '

……

Barried's voice gradually drifts away.

That was a very lonely voice, as if it had sparked envy.

'You're a brave man, but I wasn't...

That's just it... Hey, I'm sure you are... '

……

"If it's you... Me too... Me too... hey..."

Eventually, I could see the exit of < Root Country > before the shark.

If you realize it, the soul of Balizd, which was drifting beside you, has become foggy with no shards.

Was that the real him, or was it not, just an illusion?

There is no means of discerning that. No, but Isagi takes out a piece of gold coin and releases it to the floor.

It doesn't mean anything in particular. - It's just for the hand.

"... I was jealous, so was I.

I couldn't taste the 20 years I was supposed to walk with you. "

Only one of them was left behind.

Whatever the Adventurer Alliance is, entrust it to Barrys.

I can't fill an empty hole in my heart, though I no longer think it's muscular to blame the Dutues for that.

"I've always admired Barrys and Cerdel.

I wanted to be strong like that. "

Squeeze your fists and lean down the rabbit.

The exit of the fourth tier is almost there.

Before him there was now a huge gate.

I think it's the first artifact I've seen since I've been here, and it's probably a phantom created by the labyrinth.

In front of the gate was placed what could only be described as one throne.

Hard to imagine the adventurer brought it in charge so far.

Whether it's real or not, I don't care now.

It was the meaning that was put here that mattered.

'... why there are so many races in this world'

The man, with black skin, put his legs together, put his arms on his elbows, and looked at this one with cold eyes.

The marquee costume is pitch black. The silver hair stretched out to the shoulders was tied sideways, but the purple flames were shaking where the eyeballs should be.

The wound-like tattoo that ran all over his body is illuminated by a green light filled with bell caves, blurring and glowing red.

"Once the world, he said, was only two.

Divine and Demonic. The two had never contested each other's territory, they had just been at peace.

But the divine tribe leaves, and only the demon tribe is left in Alvaris.

The world should have been at peace, but now from among its demonic tribes,

Things like the human race, the Pyril, the Dwarves and the Dragons began to claim themselves.

This doesn't fit the world. You can't be one. "

Demon King.

- Henrimanyu.

"O brave man of the human race. Well done. I got here.

But how many of the people of Utah gathered together, the same thing.

Let us give you eternal doom. '

The king of the devil rises, looking down at the rabbit from a far height.

Its absolute strongman's standing unleashed a trembling force throughout the hall, so much so that even the rabbit, who had ever wandered through so many training grounds, shook his legs.

It's been two years since I've resumed. The memory is still burning brightly.

Henrimanyu, the most powerful magician of the demon clan, who houses the prohibition and sealing.

The surgical ceremony boasts such a speed of chanting that it is instantaneously activated that its source, the magic, is bottomless. Preah, it was none other than him who left Cerdel and his opponents overwhelmed in a long shot.

The barrage by its high firepower was like a machine gun, and Isaac or Barried could not come close to him. A further downpour is the Magic Bullet Storm. Magic bullets scattered in the hall fly independently, constantly attacking the rabbits from the blind spot.

Thus, Cerdel and Barriesd cover the magic bullet, Preah bombs and keeps waiting for that moment when the rabbit slashes in just once.

As a result, Cerdel and Preah caused the depletion of magic, and Barryzd was wounded and fell, leaving a shark behind. For the first time then, Isagi was able to capture Henrimanyu at his own range.

The battle against the Demon King was a battle that the four of us could not have won without luck, even though they had exhausted their dying power.

And now the fake Henrimanyu, standing in front of Isagi, laughs with his hands wide open.

"Braver." This is your place of death. "

That's unfortunate.

Isagi pulls through Klausoras and heads to Henrimanyu.

"You're the one who's dead, Henrimanyu."

"That soul, scattered in pity, is good!

The meat on Henrimanyu's shoulder blew up.

The next moment, my arm grows from it. Likewise, again from the flank.

One arm after another grows from Henrimanyu's body, along with the sound of bumps, bumps, and intestinal meat being screwed off.

Henrimanyu is a raw sorcerer. A magician. But the undead cannot chant the ritual. That's why the distortion appears. What is in front of you is just a monster, putting together the figure of the mighty man in the memory of Isagi. A monster wearing Henrimanyu's skin.

Paying off the silver light, Isagi grips Klausorus in his right hand and slowly approaches his demon.

"I'm sorry, but I'm coming through. I'm not going out with you. Already, in the past.

My future lies ahead of this gate. "

Isagi's slaughter - he double-crossed the undead, who looked like Henrimanyu in just one blow.

Waiting at the end of the gate is the final hierarchy - the fifth.

There was just one downhill stretch from there.

This is the final hierarchy.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Final Hierarchy/Path of Light

There was a fluffy, purple light around the rabbit down the hill.

It's like a human soul. Maybe he's illuminating the way Isagi's going.

The glow of the soul is constantly blinking in that space filled with too dark purple.

The soul of the deceased gathered in the Demonic Crystal. This would be the origin of the name of the Path of Light.

The legacy of the adventurer, which had fallen by the way, was no longer as if it were corroded, even the cloth, a little sachet, etc. were rolling in a gobble.

It's strange that the closer we get to the Demonic Crystal, the more we keep the prototype.

Maybe that's all in this space, the flow of time is slow.

Decades, so much so that I feel it in just a few days...

But the bodies of the adventurers were nowhere to be found. Is the undead still manipulating it, or has it melted and become the sacrifice of the labyrinth in the first place?

was back in town with Singh.

The whispering voices that were the hierarchy above, the horizontal spears of the undead, nothing creepy.

In the middle of the road, Isagi goes.

I don't look back in the past. The future lies before this.

The response of the removed crystal path was remarkable.

The nuclear demon crystal of the labyrinth is close. And I'm sure there's a Preah by his side.

"... ugh... ha..."

I felt my breath slightly louder.

My heart sounds loud and my chest hurts.

Probably nervous. Isagi judged his condition that way.

"... I can't help it"

Because Preah is ahead of us.

You can't be nervous.

When we first met, what shall I say?

First of all, what a voice to speak of.

Do you raise one hand 'like' as usual?

Or shall I say, "I'm here to help you, princess," and kneel nearby?

Or do I not need words, just hold her hard?

But how much power do I have to hold him? Wouldn't it hurt if I made it too strong? But if I were too weak, I wouldn't be able to convey my thoughts.

It's not like the cool face when you instantly kill Henrimanyu. As if he were just a boy, the rabbit's cheeks were slightly reddish.

Just one woman, I don't know how to speak to her, that's all.

Yes, Preah in this world, in twenty years - no, because in twenty-two years.

You must be 37 years old. I'm 19 years old.

Maybe in this labyrinth, there's some discrepancy in years...... I'm pretty much sure he's older than Isagi.

I bet you're being a cool woman.

Still, I'm sure he'll laugh like he used to and have that childish smile on his face as well.

Growing up Preah must also be more and more beautiful.

But......

... Is it possible to have a lover or something?

Isagi noticed herself as if she had never imagined that before and was stunned.

Preah never changes and thinks he won't shake.

That's a bad habit, old Isagi's.

Isagi has a hard time pushing his ideals on Preah.

Though she is also troubled, lost and suffering from the crowd.

Even if Preah is getting happiness in Alvaris, where Isagi is gone, that's not as strange.

She's such a charming woman. There will be no end to it, such as a man who proposes. Even if Preah himself is not wobbly, if he is enthusiastically and fiercely appealed to, there is no chance, perhaps, that he will be slightly numb.

The rabbit knows nothing of the twenty years of Preah's life.

Just asked Limino, Cerdel, and the Barrys some.

I don't know how Preah felt.

Why were you attacking the labyrinth?

Why didn't you help the Adventurer Alliance?

Why are you alone?

I can't help thinking about it right now.

Isagi can't help but think as she goes down the path of light.

Soon, I'll see my beloved girlfriend...

At that time.

- Get off me!

A single vigeon emerged on the wall of the path of light, along with a voice that ripped silk.

It's as if you had a real girlfriend ahead of you who penetrated the wall...

"Preah?"

I recognize you there. In the castle of Dinas City, the king's capital.

Preah grabbed his arm by Balizd, burning the flame behind his eyes, resisting the rampage.

"There's no way I'm going to be at that guy's national funeral!

Why, you have to decide you're dead!

I'm stuck in the library!

Balized, no matter how much you get out of my way, I won't forgive you!

Not much different from the preha in my memory - but no, I have a big bear under my eyes. My eyes were bright red, as if I had cried.

Vigeon blinked, leaving behind the sad face of Balized and the impatient look of Preah walking away from it, disappearing.

To just a few seconds of events, the rabbit was nailed.

"What is this?"

Isagi raised her voice in dismay.

Earlier, it was not like the illusions of Barrys' or Henrimanyu.

No, it's not.

Because Isagi doesn't know what Preah looks like.

This is not my memory.

Who is it?

...... it is decided.

This is ahead - Preah's, memories.