--Ruke of the White Wolf Forest rushed into the entrance hall, just at that time.

　In the depths of the Demon King's Castle, a battle was going on between the humans, mainly the troops of the Golden Fang Knights, and the dragon soldiers created by the Demon King's army.

　Clashing weapons and claw fangs.
　The constant flight of attribute magic and healing magic logistical support.

　And in a vaulted space so high that one could look up, two dragonmen were fighting fiercely as they flew.

''Gaaaaaaaah!''
Juliaaah!

　A female swordsman (Julia), who has lost half of her human form, roars with eyes tinted with bestialism and rushes forward, expanding her well-developed wings.

　Her opponent is a brave man (Falcon) who has retained his human form.

　He catches the rush with his left arm, which has been transformed into a dragon's forelimb, and binds himself to the neck with his right arm, which is not much different from a human.

''Oooh oooh!''

　The two dragon-humans, intertwined, flail in the air as they undulate through the air, their bodies colliding with each other against the wall.

　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with your friends.

　Looking up at the fierce offensive and defense, Alexia runs around with her large crossbow (Scorpion), waiting for an opportunity to snipe at Julia.

　As long as she let it hit the target, she should be able to shoot through the surface of the dragon man's body without fail.

　However, with the two bodies combined, it would be extremely difficult to aim at Julia alone, or even without the Falcon's restraints, she would be too fast to aim at.

　For Alexia, it was just a teething time that passed incessantly.

'You big idiot ...... what's the pity ...... who's dragging you down ......!

　Falcon and Julia spread their wings almost simultaneously and rose in one fell swoop to the shattered glass ceiling.

　They shattered the remaining glass on the edge and soared up into the sky outside the castle, and immediately afterwards, they took a sharp turn and plummeted downward.

''How far are you teme ......!　I'm so f*cking serious!　I'm an idiot!

　Two dragonmen roar and crash down to the stone floor.

　Julia, in her slammed form, bares her fangs and bites into the Falcon's near-flesh-and-blood right shoulder.

'Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'
Falcon!

　Alexia screamed and held her Scorpion at the ready, shooting out an arrow that was as long as a short spear.

　However, the shots that avoided misfiring were unable to hit the vital point, only grazing a non-lethal part of the body and not stopping Julia's movement.

　Furthermore, the fact that he used normal arrow bullets instead of spell armor bullets out of concern that the explosion would engulf the knights also added to the lack of damage.

'What the hell are you doing!　Never mind about those knights!　Shoot me dead!　This body is not going to die that easily!

　Julia tried to rise again, and the Falcon ate it up and flew high.

　While the two dragon-humans fought each other in the air, Alexia vigorously opened the coffin-like metal case and reached for the special arrow bullets that were contained within.

　Several types of spell-loaded bullets filled with magical power, including an explosive magic spell.

　Arrow bullets with an ingenious shape, such as one that was shaped like a harpoon and was designed not to be pulled out.

　After worrying and hesitating, Alexia picked up one of the special arrow bullets and loaded it into the Scorpion.

''I have to apologize to you for dragging my feet ...... all of them, all of them ......!　It's me!

　The Falcon, assembled with Julia, changes its trajectory with all the force it can muster and plummets back down to the floor with an eye on the floor.

　Both collided with the floor at the same time.

　Aiming for that moment, Alexia squeezed the trigger of the Scorpion.

''Whoa!''

　Special arrow bullets released from a metal string.
　Backed by a wind-magic spell, it accelerates rapidly, and the bundled arrows break apart and strike the two dragonmen sideways.

　Multiple arrow bullets pierce the flesh and the spells planted near the arrowhead detonate.

　An explosion of flames, then a roar and blast.

　The collateral damage to the knights was prevented by troop leader Hazel's magical barrier, but Falcon and Julia's figures disappeared into the flames.

'............'

　Alexia lowered her Scorpion without effort and watched in amazement as the flames gradually faded away.

　A few seconds later, a single dragonborn appears from behind the flickering flames.

　The Falcon, who had been punctured by several arrow bullets and whose entire body had been burned by the flames, stepped out carrying the unconscious Julia.

''Julia!''
Don't worry, he's just out of it.
...... It's true ...... I'm alive ...... Thank God I'm alive ......

　Alexia weakens and pokes her knees.

　I didn't want to let her die.
　Even if the only thing waiting for me was to be judged as a criminal if I brought her back, I wanted to avoid taking her life as a monster beast without a sense of self.

　However, they are not someone who can be captured by cutting corners, and in order for them to survive, they have to take their lives with the intention of taking them.

　-- that was the common understanding between Alexia and Falcon.

　They rarely conversed with each other, but they were strangely certain of that one point.

'Anyway, you're going to have to restrain this guy. If he wakes up, he's going to go on a rampage again anyway.
Well, you can get the noir at .......　There's no noir: ......?
Hmm, didn't you notice?　If you're going to do that, you've already moved on.










　This hall had high ceilings like a vaulted tower, with balconies at a height equivalent to the second and third floors that resembled theater bleachers.

　From one of those balconies, Bran watched the battle downstairs with amusement as he supported it with his healing magic.

　He was not ordered to defeat the knights.

　While stalling and stalling for a reasonable amount of time, testing the prototype modified soldiers and summoning spell crests - that was the order given to Bran.

　Luke and his two companions in the White Wolf Forest were able to escape, but that was also within the expected range.

　By now, the two demon generals would be intercepting them.

''Haha!　They're all really nice!　My brave friend and Julia are both so desperate!

　Right now, Bran had no doubt that he had an overwhelming advantage.

　The balcony has been painstakingly applied over a long period of time with a number of defensive techniques, and it is able to stop most interference from the outside.

　The maintenance of the magic is inefficient, but it's enough to be useful just now, so there was no need to consider the long-term maintenance costs.

''Maybe I should summon more of them and make them desperate. Let's say it's time for one or two of the knights to die: ......

　Just as he was about to wave his arm, which was carved with a prototype spellprint, the sensing wards in the passage to and from the balcony showed an alert response.

''Who?!''

　A fireball of black flame shot out from the back of the aisle.

　Bran intercepted it with white flames and twisted his face bitterly for a moment before he consciously formed a mocking smile.

''Oh, it's not my sister. It's been a while. I'm sure I carefully hid the entrance to the passageway, but how could your slow-witted sister find you?
Unfortunately, I'm pretty good at finding them.

　A small Eastern boy emerged from behind Noir, who stood resolutely behind him.

　Bran casually clicked his tongue.

　That Eastern man was, as I recall, an adventurer with skills that excelled in infiltration and hiding?

''I don't like it. It's a reunion of sisters who have been separated, but you are a terrible interruption. Could you not hold your water, please?
Don't worry. It's not my job to bring you down. I'm not reckless enough to break into a magic match in such a small space.
"...... Bran, you're ...... I'm ......

　Noir stepped forward, black magic power flowing in his hands.

　Bran smiled lecherously and flooded the white magic power like a mirror image.

''Your sister?　Me?　I don't know if I can really do it, even though it looked like it was so hard to just crush the fake 'me'.