Alfred was alone in a battle in the land of twilight. The first thing he sees there are many demons. He was surrounded by not only insect species, but also beast species, and a wide variety of other demons, but he was alone in his fight against them.

　The light of dusk shines down on him.

　The light shines on the twilight, which not only strengthens the demons, but also strengthens them. Beings living in a world where they are both weak and strong. This place is the twilight danger zone level 9 as defined by humans.

　Roughly speaking, an ordinary human would not even be able to stand in this place. It would probably be impossible for only a special class anti-magician to fight it.

''...''

　He exhaled the air from his lungs at once. And as he ran through, there was a massive pile of dead bodies. Even though he was covered in the blood of the demons, he would not stop. The demons he was dealing with were also skilled in a hundred battles, and in terms of strength alone, they were equivalent to an S-rank.

　Even in the face of those skilled demons, Alfred did not lose his nerve. He just calmly wields his magic sword. Swinging down from the top step, he controlled the inertia and folded it back in one go.

　Fresh blood.

　There's no time to wipe the splattering blood. A massive pile of corpses had piled up at the end of the run in all directions.

　With a huff, he swung his sword and dropped the return blood on the ground.

　Alfred sheathes his magic sword with a kink afterwards.

''Is this how it is?''

　He let his voice trail off. For his part, he thought it would be more of a struggle, but that wasn't the case.

　He is studying for a purpose. It was partly to help him reach greater heights himself, but he also had a history with Shelly.

　Now that he had slaughtered Belle, he had a hunch that Shelley would be the next person he would be dealing with. He would kill Belle's master, kill Belle, and then kill his apprentice, Shelly. In this way, he would continue to kill those who had mastered the swordsmanship among humans, taking their swordsmanship and advancing to greater heights.

　Unfortunately, there is no one else among the demons who can handle the sword skills except him. Hence, he has no choice but to do so in order to raise himself.

''Let's go back.

　He sets fire to the pile of bodies in front of him. The smell of burning proteins escapes his nostrils, but he doesn't particularly care for it. He just stares at the flames, which are burning up indifferently.

　As a demon, he should have had no further thoughts about fighting a human. But for some reason, after his battle with Belle, he occasionally remembers it. That memory should have been lost a long time ago.

　But even so, the reason why he remembers it is probably because of his weak mind... That's why he continues to study himself alone today.

　There wasn't much time left before Shelly and Alfred fought.