Blanche!

　The moment he recognized the figure at the edge of the open-air hall, Noir involuntarily screamed in grief.

　The white hair that used to cover his back was cruelly torn off at the shoulder, his face, which had always been full of confidence, was deeply scarred and stained with dark emotions, and his empty left sleeve was swaying in the wind generated by the fire.

　There is no longer a shred of stoutness, only a contorted face that looks trapped both physically and mentally.

　But there is no hatred, only sorrow and pain.

　For Noir, the twin sister, the only flesh and blood sister, it was a devastation that can only be described as heartache.

'I'm sorry, sister ...... I am, I am ......!

　A white flame is created in Bran's right hand.

　The cloaking magic is so fleeting that it can easily disappear with a violent movement or increase in magic power.

　The fact that he disarmed it on his own is no exaggeration to say that he showed his intention to engage.

''...... Bran!　How, then ......!　Such a ......!

　The white flames are met by the black flames of Noir.

　Gushing flashes of light. In order to dazzle the linear flame bombs, arcing trajectory magic bullets bypassed and flew in, but they were also shot down by the same type of attack.

　Edward, who had become an untimely witness to the repeated activation and offsetting of magic without a chance to breathe, could only stand there without words.

　The exchange of magic that is too advanced.

　The speed of activation, precision and power. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.

　There is no room left for a hatchery magician to break in.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the best out of it.

'Why ......?　It's obvious: ...... I don't have a place in my life anymore!

　Bran raised his ship arm high and deployed multiple magic circles in the air.

　The dazzling rays of light shot out from there directly below, and the muddy shadows that spread out from under Noir's feet unfolded into a dome to catch them.

''Back on earth, you are a traitor and a felon!　A fugitive to the Demon King's army!　You're going to get killed either way, of course!　I just have to put my trust in ...... Agart Ram now!　No matter how bad they are, you know how bad they are!
"......!　Oh no, that's not how it works: ......!

　The dome of the shadow, which has fully received the attack, collapses and disperses magic power like a black mist.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for, but it's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

''Aaaaaaah!''
What: ......!

　He caught her by the collar with his right hand, and with the momentum of the lunge, they both rolled on the floor of the open-air hall, rubbing against each other.

　Blanc, who had taken the top of the horse, gritted his teeth, looking as if he was about to cry out, and swung his one remaining arm repeatedly at Noir.

　It was too poorly executed as a bludgeon.
　Noir could easily defend himself by holding up both hands, but even if he didn't prevent it, it wouldn't hurt much.

　Edward stood there in a different way than he had earlier, as the exchange of advanced magic was replaced by the start of a scuffle that was less than a child's fight.

'For your sister!　I don't know!　I'm sure!

　Whereas Blanc slammed his fist into the ground with his emotions, Noir is unable to counterattack due to his poor technique.

　Or perhaps she is unconsciously avoiding taking advantage of the weakness of her left arm, which she has taken away.

''That adventurer didn't resent your sister either, did he!　You've prepared a place for me!　Be kind and forgiving and accepting!　You let me atone for my sins!
...... Bran, it's ......
'I didn't have that future!　He could only be turned into a monster like Falcon and Julia, or he could betray humanity!　How could you!　What's the difference between you and your sister!

　Noir finally catches the big swinging blow with all his strength, and he grabs his right arm firmly with both hands and holds it back.

　And as Blanc scrambles to shake it off, he also raises his throat in a tense voice.

'...... different!　It's not: ......!　Luke said ...... I'm not even (s)heck with me!

　Bran stopped moving at the words he hadn't expected to hear.

I don't want to forgive you,...... but I don't want to harass you or make you resent me,...... and I don't want to be interested in my new, fuller life. You can go to ...... to find out what's going on.

　It was not accepted because it was allowed by mercy, but because it was overlooked because it didn't inspire any interest.

　It was not in any of the possibilities that Brann had envisioned.

"Even if I suffered, even if I suffered, even if I felt ...... atoned for my sins, even if I felt comfortable, even if I felt ...... Luke shunned me, that he didn't care... ...I just took advantage of it, that's all. ......!
'You've got to be kidding me!　When I asked your sister to join the Demon King's Army, they were trying so hard to protect her!　How could it not matter?!
I was happy because it's ....... ......

　Noir grabbed Bran's upset arm and put all his strength into trying to overturn the horsemanship.

'Pity, but ...... kindness, but not ...... really, I felt acknowledged and acknowledged ...... because...' ...!　I'm sure that if I could do something, even ...... bran, I'd be ......!
"......!　I can't!　My sister didn't do anything to that adventurer!　That's why I was forgiven!　I'm the one who said we're going to cut him off!　I'm sure he hates me more than he can tear me to pieces...

　In the next moment, the entire large tree was shaken by another large explosion.

　The tremendous vibration was transmitted to the open-air hall, and deep cracks ran through the aftermath of the magic exchange and the parts damaged by the stray bullets.

　And the cracks quickly lead to collapse, and half of the open-air hall is tilted at an angle towards the outside.

''Kyah!''
Wow. ......!

　Noir and Bran slid down the sharply tilted floor as they rolled down.

　Edward, who was barely in the safety zone near the doorway, shouted Noir's name loudly, but his voice was drowned out by the roar of the roar and was lost to their ears.

　After slipping and falling, he crashed into the fence surrounding the edge of the outdoor open air, and although Noir was able to stop there, the fence that hit him with the bran was snapped off and made no sense.

　Bran's white body was thrown into the darkness of night.

　The arms stretched out to grab the edge were empty and cut through the air--

Blanche!

　-- Noir's hands grabbed him and saved him from falling.

　Noir used the fence to prevent himself from falling, while his arms somehow kept Blanc suspended in mid-air.

　However, it was clear that he didn't have the arm strength to be able to pull himself up from there, and in fact, it was difficult to even maintain the status quo.

'Sis ...... why ......?　Did they order you to take me alive or something!
'No!　I didn't order you to do anything!　I'm not going to let Bran die, twice: ...... This is my, selfishness. ......

　He wished to help her of his own volition, not because someone else told him to, and he took action.

　When Bran witnessed Noir's appearance, he just looked down forlornly and muttered in a calm tone of voice, as if a possession had fallen on him.

'My sister, who couldn't do anything without me, ...... ahhh, maybe she really has lost her place.
'Bran ......!　Use your magic, or whatever it is, to come up: ......!

　The poor grip and arm strength couldn't support the weight of one human, and Bran's arms were slowly shifting off and trying to break away from Noir's hands.

　Noir was desperately trying to wrap his head around which magic could be used to overturn the current situation, but it seemed that he would need Bran's own help in order to do so.

　Then Bran looked up and smiled with a face that looked like he was about to cry.

'I'm sorry, sister. Maybe I should have done this from the beginning.
Stop!
"Pa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-z.

　A spell once cast to easily leave the adventurer Luke behind.

　Activated at the lowest power, it creates a faint numbness in Noir's hands, robbing Bran of the power to hold on to his life.

''Bran!''

　The sight of his sister falling to the ground by herself is unexpectedly burned into Noir's eyes.

　It is a scene he will never forget.

　It will be etched in his eyes as a scar that will never disappear even after death.

　No matter how much happiness awaits them, they will be overshadowed by the existence of their sister, whom they were unable to save.

　However--what kind of fate's prank was it, such an end did not come to the two of them.

''Oooh oooh yaaaah!''

　Someone kicked the outer wall from far below and made a series of leaps, and with the momentum of the leap, caught Bran roughly in the air and jumped over Noir's head to land where the collapse hadn't reached.

　Beside Noir, who was confused, not knowing what the hell had happened, a small boy with a familiar face this time landed beside Noir.

You're making me cringe. Don't let him get away, Akabane. He is the one who was involved with Agat Ram. I've got a lot of questions for you.
Ga...... Garnett......!
Glad you're okay. You know what that ...... thing is? I think you got it right. You're lucky we're here in time.

　Garnett laughed at him, looking the same as usual, and Noir felt his vision blur into tears.

　To him, Bran would only be perceived as a valuable source of information to avenge his enemies.

　Still, that's why he wouldn't kill Bran here and now.

　He must be determined to find out as much as he can about his mother's revenge, and he will try to protect her from danger at all costs.

　Noir continued to nod his head, unable to stand up and nod his head in a sense of helpless relief and a touch of guilt for Garnett.