Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

- Time rolls back slightly.

Isagi came to the Great Forest in a carriage.

Along the way, Dihaza discovered us first.

Dihaza's vigilance net was wide and there was no choice but to catch a rabbit that did not carry any power together.

But Dihaza feared the rabbit.

I can't help it.

He's the one who kicked Shu, the guild master who didn't have a hand or a leg.

Regardless, now that it was the final contraindication (last-avis), I was convinced I could cross more than one another with him.

But everything needs to be vigilant.

Dihaza prepared for the perimeter.

Position two giants for what if.

Plus, bring me the Dutu and Amarier I kept without killing them.

I was going to use them as hostages if I had to.

In conclusion, - that was not necessary.

Isagi stepped out of the carriage and headed this way alone.

With him, at the entrance to the labyrinth, Dihaza confronted him.

"That godswordsman..., you're here...!

The beautiful face of Dihaza, who grew up, was drawn.

I should have adjusted this body, but still...

The man who came seemed to understand everything when he saw Dutu and Amarier wore bracelets and foot rings.

He grips his fist and crushes it with a face that solidifies in determination.

"... you were hurting everyone"

Isagi looked like he had a storm in his chest.

The identity of an emotion flooded out of just one boy's vessel.

There was a quiet rage.

"So what is it? I was reborn as the ultimate contraindication! I'm not gonna lose to you!

Dihaza screams because he is afraid of him.

I was aware of it myself.

The forbidden princesses who took it in are trembling.

But if we can't overcome our fears here, we won't be able to rule the world or anything.

Before the distracting Dihaza, Isagi pulled out the sword he was wearing - not the divine sword, but the steel sword.

"How dare you!"

The structure is lower.

Sword flashes, you probably won't see them.

Dihaza intended to bet everything at that moment, concentrating so much on the sound disappearing.

"Call me..."

He gave himself up and Isagi looked like he was measuring an exceptional timing.

It may not be possible to capture a slash with your eyes as if to sew a gap and a gap. Still, Dihaza makes the world mine in order to make the impossible happen.

Even the electrical signals running into the muscles seemed to be felt by Dihaza today.

The electrical signal ran, the next moment.

Isagi is slaughtered screaming.

But...

- That's too late.

Isagi was being kicked down in an instant.

He slips through the ground and leaks a distressed voice.

I wasn't willing to fight back.

I just got a leg.

Even though he can't possibly do what he wants. Dihaza's interpretation shows sway.

Speaking of unusual, yes, but it was only creepy.

"Gu, it hurts....................."

Dihaza frowned.

"- Huh?

……

Isagi gets up. If that's pretentious, it's a big deal, but now he was a recruit as well.

The man whips at his painful body and turns toward Dihaza.

He took such a dihaza leg blow, which frightened the swollen affected area, and rolled down the ground unexpectedly.

"Gugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugugu...

Am I being made fun of?

Is he serious?

I felt like I was watching a predatory animal simulated on a plant.

I don't know when they'll show up and attack me.

That reveals a magic formation engraved on the right arm of a stuffy but rising rabbit.

So for the first time Dihaza observed the magic flow of the rabbit.

The eye wears the truth.

"I'm not fighting or putting anything together... You, that magic formation..."

Isagi was so badly wounded that he had to spend all of his magic to sustain his life.

I guess I need the magic of that body as a means of pushing back the divine energy that erodes my soul.

That means...

"- Could that be what this is about?

Dihaza slowly hoisting her mouth.

That was an abusive grin, like a gambler who uncovered the dealer's squid.

Right, was it?

He has nothing more.

I mistook the windmill for a dragon, you idiot.

But more than that.

Isagi, who appeared naked on the battlefield arguing that the windmill was a dragon, - was an incomparable madman.

I've seen a lot of lunatics, but this guy is extraordinary.

It's a 'waste' to kill right away.

"Fine, I'll give you all the pain. Wow. It's a full course."

Dihaza ran out of sharks.

It was an extraordinary joy.

Such Dihaza fantasies are now - shattered and scattered.

Dihaza distorts his face.

"What are you...? You've got extra grubby fish again."

Long hair like gold thread, white skin like virgin snow.

Poor, clean. In a clear beauty, his eyes glowed as if full of confidence.

The beauty appearing abruptly lifts her hair as she gathers her surrounding gaze.

From her skin, a slight phosphor was emitted. The magic crystal is brilliant.

What is this like?

It is impossible to recognize correctly.

A complete Demonic Crystal Life Form is a contradiction of life that goes beyond contraindications.

Who scratches the concepts of the flesh world, the devil world and the soul world. It was such a thing.

The Demonic Crystal Life of Chaos pronounces words.

"You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not interested in your name or your identity, am I?

Extremely large demonic crystals in the shape of women wave their index fingers.

He doesn't breathe, he doesn't shake his throat, he vocalizes.

"I just wonder if anyone in that hand will have trouble letting me go? That's because of me."

Dihaza looked to his feet.

There is one person there who seems to be dying even now.

Those who are more worthless than the weathered sand, illuminated by the radiance of the Great Demonic Crystal.

"There's this garbage?

"You're young. Sometimes it's a treasure for someone, even if it's unnecessary to you?

That said, she walks out.

I fell asleep at twenty-nine, the Demonic Crystal Life Form Preah.

The foothold was, however, undoubtedly grand.

Preah strokes her shoulder as she heads over to the rimino where she messes her face up with tears.

Thus, when he gave in to the falling Eulet, he smiled and made a soft voice.

"Limino. Let me see about that person"

"... preha, hey..."

Staring at Eulet from the side of a limino that leaks voiceless voices.

The stretched hand of Preah was wrapped in pale light and touched the wound only slightly.

Only tingly, Eulet trembles.

Again Preah smiled and gently stroked Limino's head.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You're taking the steeple off. With this child's health, you can cure him."

Limino's eyes rounded wet in tears.

"... really?

"Yeah, sure. I'm not supposed to be lying, am I?

Preah had no reason to, and he ran out of words.

She holds Limino.

"Good luck, Limino"

――

Limino opened his eyes.

I try to hold my own body, but the hand stops. Because Preah was gently rubbing Limino.

Limino's tremors subsided and tears fell out of her eyes.

"Hey... hey, hey... hey..."

"All right, good boy, Limino. All right, all right, hehe."

While stroking her head, Preah looked around.

Liliano and Dihaza standing side by side.

Plus, Dutu, who's falling, and Amarier.

The ruins of Mistral King Castle had too dark a rotten odor.

There is something that is corrupting such a beautiful view of the Spiritual Forest with the poison of disaster.

The visible view of Preah was as if it had been different from before.

Perhaps that is a sign of transcendence over man.

Preah gently put his finger on his temples.

"... is that, to Dutu, Amarier? You've grown a lot. I guess that means that's all it's been."

It was a lonely twinkle.

To that appearance, Dihaza was narrowing her eyes.

I just realized who she was.

"... could you possibly be the Great Demon Crystal?

Preah stroked Limino before rising, placing his finger on his shaped jaw and tilting his neck.

"I wonder. Honestly, it sounds like your memory's a little cloudy right now. I just think I heard you calling me. Someone's been by my side the whole time. He was a very, very important person. Oh, could this be love?

That's not what I found out.

Dihaza threw up.

Capture a brunette boy with worn out preha gaze.

Her gaze stared at him, as she caressed the elusive with mercy.

Preah snapped small in his mouth.

"... I'm stuck."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, it's nothing"

After grinning, Preah tightened her mouth.

"You, I said you weren't interested in the name, but could I ask you again?

"Dihaza."

"Yes, Dihaza-chan."

"What is it?

"I've decided to kill him. I've decided to ask him his name. To live in your name."

Magic swirled in both hands of Dihaza.

"Ha! That's bullshit! Though not dying!"

"Not dying, well, maybe it's a hit."

Preah's smile is backwards to strength.

Like a blossoming flower only beneath the moon, it was even thick.

The soul of Preah, which remained only a little in the crystal of the great demon. Because that's just allowing her to exist.

Limino hastily pulled Preah's sleeve.

"No, sister... no matter how many sisters, you can't win"

"Really?"

"Because even though the Liminos were three, they couldn't stand their teeth..."

Preah is only a magician.

Dihaza against is somewhat closer to a swordsman.

If they get nostalgic, Preah is done.

"Once you get away and do that again...... Hey, sister, no, you can't win..."

"It's okay, Limino"

Touching her hair, Preah laughs happily.

- I'll take care of it.

Preah waves his right hand sideways and draws the cord.

Magic. A starting point for every action, a barrier.

Dihaza, who saw it, kicked the ground.

The proficiency of Preah's magic is first-rate, but to that extent.

Almost no different from Limino.

Then it wasn't such a difficult story for Dihaza to kick through.

"Weak! Sweet! I'll send you back to hell again!

"Play."

The next moment the spell was crushed, Preah was also sticking out his hand.

With that leg up, I tap the magic out of my palm.

Magic outbursts at close range. That's like Dihaza did before, but Preah was totally suppressing that backfire.

Until it's overwhelming - the difference in skill.

Dihaza blew up and landed in the rear.

"- What the hell!

That wasn't the only surprise.

Preah had been packing herself - in time.

She's the magician.

"Crush it."

She waves her right arm down so that she can wave her nails down.

Immediately thereafter, a mass of intense gravity crushes Dihaza.

Preha original sorcery - a widespread gravitational attack blocks the escape route.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Dihaza barked. Speak of it and multiply the magic of destruction, and give thanks for trying to push back the magic of Preah.

But no. The raised arms are taken...

It sounded like he had broken firewood with an axe, and Dihaza's arm broken unbroken from his elbow.

Dihaza's eyes, staring at Preah with blood scattered, stain bright red.

Immediately after the entire body of Dihaza, the recovery technique enveloped him.

"The miscellaneous fish! Oh, my God! How dare you!"

"Shut up."

A sharp vacuum blade was created.

It chops Dihaza from all directions.

Dozens of them, there is no way to get rid of them.

Dihaza covers his face and waits for the storm to pass with recovery.

As a result, - it was the dress that ruined it.

"Are you...!

"Oh, that dress was so beautiful. Have I done a waste of time?

"I won't forgive you any more."

Dihaza's body swells.

The dress was ripped off and torn.

Her flesh stains red and black.

It is deification itself.

Eventually it will be completed.

One scale of power she was chasing.

Dihaza taking in divine energy.

Namely - Divine Dihaza.

Both arms and legs swell up about the giant tree.

The torso was threaded and bent to create a single cylinder, as if it had been chained multiple times.

Every meat is a reservoir of divine energy.

It was under the control of Dihaza until it reached a fragment of the cell.

The face of my daughter, who was no longer beautiful earlier, is devoid of fine dust.

But - the physical abilities we have in exchange are different from those of the cloud mud earlier.

"This is the true power of the ultimate contradiction. Taste the horror."

Even Dihaza's voice had remnants of magic.

Its built-in energy seems to have condensed one country.

The feeling of compression that makes the skin tingle dominates the roots of the organism.

You can't win.

With a frightened face, Limino stares at Preah.

"Preah sister......"

But Preah hasn't upset one thing.

He smiled with a cool face to taste the breeze's breeze.

"Mm, let me handle it? It's okay, sister. You're strong."

Preah returns a piece sign to Limino.

Dihaza's indulgence was cut off by that attitude of making an approximation.

"What are you so alarmed about -!"

In that first step of stepping in, the ground exploded.

Her body being launched with acceleration, that's all it seems to be a weapon.

But...

"Alert? No. This is called the work of the year, my lady."

"Nah."

In the palms of Preah were swirling seven-colored lights.

It is that light that is stopping Dihaza's protruding fist.

No, you're not.

Preah's generated magic is wiping out Dihaza's fists.

The manipulative magic of the mind-tender Preah.

What can't produce one and can only crush everything, her injustice.

"-Dihaza. I will bear your life. So die in peace."

"You are..."

Dihaza opened his eyes.

I'm overwhelmed by the eyes of Preah I saw up close.

No grief, no anger, no joy, no love, no hate. eyes as if they had enclosed all the emotions of those who live in this world.

What, depth...

I can't move.

No, every defense, it doesn't make sense.

This guy...

Illuminated by the extreme light, Preah narrows his eyes.

Blonde hair in the wind of magic was like a river of stars.

"I'm Preah. It used to be called the Wizard of the Great Mage, but now it's just Preah."

The light that swelled up from the palm of Preah swallowed Dihaza.

The flesh world, the devil world, the soul world, the god world.

The ultimate power to sharpen all beings. - Extremely magical.

- Dihaza is scratched out by the light.

Even that scream returns to nothing.

The ability to cause dreams of closed eyelids erasing the world as an event.

That is, this is the culmination of the magician in Alvaris.

Just blown by the wind, as if nothing existed there from the beginning.

Preha breathes and fingers the hair on her forehead.

"Preah sister...... wow......"

Limino crushing blindly, as you dream.

Preah finally had a girly smile there.

He was smiling, like a toddler who got a present for his birthday.

Then Preah turned to everyone, rushing around the cure.

Amarier waking up shaking his head, though he looked painful with the scars of battle.

I don't care about anything like that, and Amarier has eyes that look at God, looking up at the blonde beauty.

"Oh, no, Preah...... ma'am?

Amarier rushed to rub it with her clothes when she noticed her own hands were stained with blood.

The scabs peel off and new blood flows.

Preah gently rubbed Amarier's hand in the face that it had gone away.

"Yeah, it's been a while, Amarier. You've grown a lot."

"... Oh, you know me? So, not, you know what?

"Absolutely. I mean, I've done your thing, haven't I?

Amarier's cheeks stain red.

"Oh, yes, about my dad..."

"Yes, he's still doing well?

"Oh, uh, my dad's not anymore"

Preah just nods calmly.

"Oh well."

Dutu, too, looked up at Preah and kept his eyes full.

Little "... oh, goddess?" Oh, my God, it's crushing.

Maybe he's falling asleep.

So, at the end of the day...

Preah came to Isagi.

He was up.

Muddy, scratchy.

Oh, my God, it's something to fight for until it's so bad.

Isn't that the worst wound?

Preah draws a spell.

"... um, that..."

That cord that tried to cast a cure loosens up and dances into the universe.

I wonder why. I couldn't concentrate well.

Because his eyes were staring at himself.

I was supposed to be pretending to be calm, but I was thrilled.

It's not worthy of age, my chest squeaks.

But the young man uttered an unexpected word.

"Thank you for your help.... What about you?

"... er"

He doesn't seem to be joking.

The young man had a puzzling look on his face.

I can't believe his face like this could be directed at me, because Preah never thought about it either.

I accidentally got stuck in words.

So for the first time, Limino smiled like he was in trouble.

"You know, sister..."

"Yeah?"

Rimino asked me what was going on.

- Preah remembered everything.

You've been by your side the whole time, about him...

"Oh, my God."

He's a rabbit. Knowing that it was undoubtedly the brave Isagi, various thoughts had come to Preah's chest.

Every single one of those thoughts is too big, too deep.

It was very difficult, though, to put it into words.

But the first word that came to my mind was, "Good."

Good.

Good.

Though I didn't think Isagi was losing his memory.

But he lived.

He lived.

Twenty years ago, Isagi, the brave man who was flown into this world.

I didn't know that was happening.

Exactly, I couldn't have predicted.

No, I wonder if there were times when I was.

But, well, okay.

Good.

A vivid magic formation engraved on the right arm of the isagi.

Preha, who sees it, smiles and reaches for the head of the rabbit.

"Good luck, you, you're amazing."

Isagi was slightly surprised, and his dissatisfied mouth pointed.

"... hey what, don't treat me like a child"

"Rarely."

"That's what I came here for..."

Shaking off Preah's hand, Isagi turned that way.

"I came here to help everyone, but it was hard work. I couldn't help them.... I'm powerless."

……

Look at the fist-gripping isagi, Preah gets warm in his chest.

I wonder why.

I can see what he's thinking is in his hands now.

He mourned his helplessness, repented, and always looked painful.

I have him.

I'm here.

He's at a touchable distance.

Oh, I don't know what this feels like.

I put a sticking boy in front of me, it looks like I came back to us back then.

Wow, - I miss it.

"You did your best. So that's enough."

……

"It would have been tough. It would have been hard. But that's okay. We all know how hard you work."

Preah holds a rabbit.

On that shoulder, on the back, touch.

Hot.

Now, I wasn't resisted.

He is, but remains.

From that eye of the young man, a grain of tears fell.

"This, no"

"Yeah."

"... just a little water spilled out of my eyes"

"Yeah, right?

"You're not laughing."

"I'm sorry, you're a boy"

For a while Preah held Isagi's head in his arms.

I won't let you go again - but like I said.

"You've been hanging in there forever."

"... Huh?

"Thank you for being alive"

……

Preah was also weeping with a smile.

But Isagi doesn't say anything.

Neither of you said anything.

They just hug each other.

No one on the spot could pinch a word.

Like the end-roll of the long brave Tan.

There is nowhere to disturb this moment now.

- It was just the two of us.