The air - it was unusually cold.
The cold air rising in the Holy Superior Grand Courtroom was lowering the room temperature endlessly, freezing everything in the blink of an eye.
The man in the middle of it all had his hands in his trouser pockets and was looking at Rebrahard with a fierce look on his face.
Roughly, he said.
The voice released by the plague man was just that, and it rattled the Grand Court of the Holy Superior.
''Have you no ears?''
What do you want with the king?
Without making any pretense of being moved, Rebrahard returned the words.
''Right now I, Rebrahard Heinriel, am the Holy King of Highforia. I have inherited everything from the previous king. If you have business to attend to, I will take it.
The plague man glares at Lebrahard silently.
'I have an appointment,'
What is the promise?
The wretch sighed in disgust. A gush of cold air erupts with it, but Rebrahard waves his hand and drowns it out with anti-magic.
'Where do you want me? You didn't mess around, did you?
'The First King is alive and well. But I can't let him meet someone who might do him harm.
That a**h*le is not gonna die in one single word.
Isak ruffled his hair as he said in a wild tone.
The floor froze more and more as the pure white frost glistened and fell.
'Even the brave Ordoff is no match for old age. You will understand that you are not as powerful as you were when you knew, won't you?'
The misfortune man said with a bothered look on his face, "I'm not going to eat it.
It's not like I'm going to eat it. Stop talking and tell me where you are.
Lebrahard stared into the blue demon eyes of the plague man.
As if trying to look into his mind, he asked.
''You don't mean any harm?''
A ferocious gaze shot through Lebrahard.
If the pushing and shoving went on any longer, it seemed as if he was about to attack at any moment.
He quietly lowered his eyes.
''I understand. However, the former king was wandering in the shallow world. I don't know where he is at the moment. Just give me a month to find out.
Shortly, Isak says.
'The Silver Water Holy Sea is vast. The Prior King returns to Hyphoria regularly. He'll be back within a month. Of course, we'll look for him here as well--
Cold air swirled through the calamity's body.
As if in response to his irritation, his magic power swelled to an extraordinary level.
''It's too much trouble!''
Immediately, a dull sound echoed from everywhere in Pablo Hetara.
Gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah, gah.
Pablo Hetala could not withstand the magical power emanating from the plague.
'When this place is destroyed, you'll come running in.
Gulping, Isak clenches his fist.
Immediately, Lebrahard, Guy and Bellamy react. I quickly build a magic circle to counter his attack.
''It's too late--''
Wait a minute.
The disaster man sharpens his gaze.
I approached him proudly from the front and wrapped my palm around his fist.
The blue cold air erupts and the swirling black particles spark violently as they collide with the bee.
'I don't know how long it will be before the old man in hiding hears that you've destroyed Pablo Hetara.
The plague man put his strength into his fist, but his fist did not move even an inch.
The aftermath of the force, which had nowhere to go, rattled the palace of Pablo Hetara and shook the Seventh Elenesia.
There, for the first time, Isak saw my face clearly.
''...Who are you?''
The reincarnated world of Militia is headed by the head of the demon king, Anos Voldigord.
Then the disaster man looked slightly interested.
'Ha. Naga told me you're the lion of Arzenon's doom.
Lebrahard's expression turns grim.
Bellamy, Guy's attention was instantly turned to us.
'--but that's not all.
As if to price me out, Isak elaborates his magic eye and looks deep into the abyss.
'Let me see,'
A magic circle is drawn on his left arm as he raises it, and it freezes blue.
Me and the disaster man thrust our arms out at each other.
Blue cold air and black particles swirl around, and our frozen palms and jet-black fingertips collide.
A moment later, the immediately freezes, and even the base of my left arm is invaded by frostbite.
It's not that kind of thing. It's not like that, is it?
The calamity kicks me in the gut. I block it with my right arm, but my bounced body destroys the desk of the Grand Court of the Holy Superior.
Bellamy and Gee cover the room with anti-magic and magical barriers while stopping the damage to the Pavlohetara Palace.
Lebrahard has positioned herself to protect Ottolu, and she has drawn a certain magic circle. Rekol was covering up that magic.
''If you buy me some time as it is, I can drag the plague to the .
Lebrahard sends us a thought transmission.
Well, I suppose that's foremost in our minds.
The plague is still playing. If we don't quarantine him now, the moment he sets his mind to it, the palace of Pablo Hetara may well vanish.
"Chin up, Anos Voldigord.
With a fierce look on his face, the plague man says.
'Let him out.'
I drew a magic circle in front of me.
"The Deep Marker.
Yet another magic circle is stacked on top of it, creating a three-dimensional magic circle.
"The Ice Palm of Death.
Like a beast attacking me, the plague that was coming at me in a single step unleashed an icy palm bottom. In response, I reached out my hand head-on again.
''Deep Source Death Kill (Bevsed).''
The sound of ice shattering could be heard.
The black hand of the black was holding back the hand of the calamity's Ice Palm of the Calamity Fang (Galmunk).
The voice of the plague man bounced.
''You've deepened your shallow layer magic. Only the Third Demon King Heastonia can do that without fire and dew - where did you learn it?
I've seen the drumming technique on Pablo Hetara. I've only seen it in the depths.
Then the plague man laughed.
A terribly curious, yet insane smile.
The plague man stowed his magic and drew his fist.
Then he showed his back in front of me, exposing himself to the unprotected.
'I'm not leaving!'
Then Naga, who had been keeping things quiet until now, opened her mouth in dismay.
'Didn't Mr. Calamity tell me to do as I please? If you were going to do this, you should have come alone from the beginning.
I've changed my mind.
Your whimsy just blew your whole operation wide open, didn't it?
That's what you get for hiding it. That's what happens to lying women.
As if to take a guess, Naga sighed and drove the wheelchair to Isak's side.
The wretch turned his gaze to Lebrahard.
'I will give you three days. Bring Ordov to Ewezeino.
I'll do my best, but...
If you can't do it, we'll take down Hyphoria.
Plainly, the plague man assured him.
'That's the promise,'
Take that as a sign of hostility to Pablo Hetara, okay?
Go ahead. I don't care about the League of Academies.
＜Isak and Naga ascend to the hole in the ceiling using the Flying (Fres).
"Izaak the Plague.
The inhabitants of Iwezeino, if not you, will not be held accountable if you fight Pablo Hetara. Is it right for you, as the god and head of state, to act in such a way that you don't care about your people?
That's what the Hiforians always say, don't they? It's a bother. It's a bother.
Remaining resolute, Lebrahard replied.
'Justice does exist. At least it's not the case with living on craving.'
Ha, and Isak laughs off the word.
'You ain't craving justice, are you?
'We can give up even our hearts for justice if we want it. That's human reason.
Isak returns a maddening smile to the straight-faced Rebrahard.
'It would be a billion times better to die in the wild as an evil beast than a beast kept by justice.
The two of them rose even higher and flew away from the palace.
"To me, you're far crazier than I am. Son of Ordoff.