The demon sword, the sixteenth night.

　As he watched it continue to sharpen, Alfred let the sword's blade shine in the moonlight.

".........

　His body had already recovered.

　The battle with Belle was a fight to the death. That's what it meant because Alfred also challenged him with all his might. A battle that would never end until one of them died. He thought. In this battle, the one who might end up dying might be.......himself.

　But he had won the battle in his hands.

　He had surpassed his human limits and defeated the fully awakened Bertina Light.

　The Last Secret Sword.

　It possessed the name of a demonic sword, a deadly sword technique.

　Belle's cause of defeat was that she didn't know her opponent's secret sword.

　Alfred, on the other hand, knew of the secret sword. The existence of that secret sword.

　The secret sword, the Oboro Moonlight Night.

　It was a secret sword that he had witnessed many times. Each time it changed its user, it went through a series of transitions. However, just because it was getting closer to completion, it was not a perfect secret sword. Even that awakened Belle was incomplete, that secret sword was incomplete.

　If that was the case, was Alfred's secret sword perfect?　The question arises........but that's not true either. His handling of the secret sword, the sixteenth night, is also still a work in progress.


''Hmm........''


　I take a breath.

　Alfred has only one thing on his mind. To create the ultimate secret weapon. It could never be done alone. He was a heretic among mages. It's not that he takes pleasure in the slaughter itself, nor does he find anything special in fighting humans.

　All he wanted was to get his hands on that secret sword.

　A secret sword he hadn't seen yet. That faraway place that he hadn't been able to reach in over a hundred and fifty years.

　He went on toward that place.


'Mr. Alfred, how are your wounds?'
Aurille....

　Among the demons, Aureel was the only one who often talked to Alfred like this. And when he looked across at Aureel as he entered the room, he answered the other's question.

I've already made a full recovery. But the magic sword will take a little longer.
Okay. So, how did you do this time?
Bertina Wright had potential but no.
But what about her?
That girl?
Yes. I know you have potential.
''Well yes. No, that woman might be a maybe.

　It was a premonition.

　The moment he saw Shelly at first glance, he was reminded of a certain woman.

　Her appearance was too similar, and even the type of sword technique she handled was similar. Even though it is the same sword technique, individuals have their own quirks, but Shelly's was too......similar.


''I see. I see.
Well that's always a big help.
No, no. Now, excuse me.
'Oh...'

　Aureel bowed reverently and left.

　He didn't see the figure until the end.

　Then again, Alfred looks up at the sky through the window.

　It is a silent, twilight-free night. Only the moonlight illuminates this room.

　And so he continues to sharpen his magic sword again.