The direction is behind me.
　A tongue lashing and 'killing intent' approaching from behind.

''--!

　As soon as he could, he tried to turn around behind him.
　Out of the corner of my eye, I see something shimmering strongly, out of the corner of my eye.
　In the blinding light, something glowing like a sharp blade is approaching.

　A murder weapon.
　The weapon is approaching along with a 'killing intent' that is too dense.

　If this is the case, both of us will be skewered by that weapon - and die.

　I instantly understand that it was too late to detect this and I push Nosfi's body away.

　That action was neither a calculation nor a plan. It had nothing to do with seeing the future or the past.
　Instantly I wanted to save Nosphy.

''--What?''

　Nosfi's voice escapes as he is pushed away with his overlapping hands.

　At the same time, the murder weapon pierces my back.
　From my left chest, a blood-stained blade of magical power poked out of my left chest.

　The thing that was pierced through was my right lung.
　After pushing Nosufi away, the enemy's aim was slightly deflected to the right by immediately ducking down.

　Somehow, he managed to protect his 'heart'.
　But instead, he was unable to avoid the ensuing blow.
　The right arm that was extended to help Nosufi - as if to metaphorically imply that it will never reach Nosufi again - was cut off from the root by a magical blade that came from somewhere and flew through the air.

　He was cut off and a heat and pain hit him as if he had stuck his hand into the sun.

''Kook, ah--!

　I lost my lungs and my dominant arm, and here I finally turn around.
　She was there (...)


"--oh(--), stinky (・・・・)


　It was "Lagne (...) Kaikwola (・・・・・)" (...).
　She appeared on the forty-fifth floor with the same appearance as when they parted on the twenty-fifth floor earlier.
　However, her expression was too different. It was as cold as if it was shattering ice and contained an overflowing contempt.

　That Lagune generated multiple swords with a blade length of about two meters with 'magical materialization' and floated them in the air, coming at us.
　Fortunately, the distance is still about ten paces away.
　Probably the one just now was a long-range attack by manipulating the floating swords.
　While I calmly analyze it so--

　-- the confusion is accelerating and the questions are never ending --

　Why?
　Why now?
　Is Lagune here now?
　There was not one future like this. It couldn't be. It was a discarded persuasion because I was certain that there was no future where a third party would intervene. How did he escape my prediction of the future?　No, that's not how it works, why would Lagune want to kill me?　Lagne is my friend. He is the friend I am most in touch with right now. He understood me better than anyone else, he encouraged me and gave me courage. Why is Lagne - no, no. That's not it either. I don't have time to think about that. It's more than that right now...

　During that extra thought, Ragne picked up the red and crystal swords on the floor.
　Holding the 'Heart of Helmina' and 'Loewen, the treasured sword of the House of Alais' in both hands, she pounced on me.

　Not good.
　Both blades are not ordinary.
　I must never catch them, I must let them fall away.

　My attention is drawn to those two too conspicuous swords.
　In line with that, the sword of "magical materialization" that floats in the air comes flying in from behind me. Again, not from the front, but from the back - and my skill 'sensitivity' reacts to it.

''--!

　I dodge as quickly as I can.
　Now I've been pierced in the gut, I've lost a lung and an arm, my eyes are blurry and the pain is driving me crazy.
　But I can do it.
　I can ignore all those disadvantages and fight.
　We've reached that point.

　Not yet. If I still shave off my maximum HP, I can use magic to get out of the situation.
　When I judged that calmly and began to formulate my magic power--

Huh?　I mean, is all that stuff you just said a lie?
-Oh!

　I am condemned.
　The current evasion and magic construction is accused of being a different story - I'm hardened.

　It is true that the magic that said last wasn't the last. I say I'm willing to die, but I'm struggling to stay alive to not die here. But the words I threw at Nosfi are not false.
　Every word I said to Nosfi is true.
　I'm not going to be able to say that, but as far as I'm concerned, I can't say it.
　During this hesitation, the sword looms.

　Swords of blood and crystal come from both sides.
　With a single piece of paper, I dodged the 'Heart of Hermina' on the right.
　However, I can't dodge the 'Treasured Sword of the Aleis Family Lowen' on the left.
　The left lung was pierced.

　I shifted it just in time, but it was aiming for the heart again.
　You can sense a clear intent to kill from the thoroughness of this aim.

　I could see myself cowering, terrified by the too dense killing intent emanating from Ragné.
　The guardians (guardians), the apostles and even that palinclone did not have this level of killing intent.

　But it made my blood-deficient, dim thoughts, aroused by my survival instincts, come together clearly as one.

　Don't think about it anymore. Too much is too much of an afterthought.
　Just survive--.
　Just think about surviving.
　Surviving, surviving, surviving, surviving, as long as you survive, the rest of it doesn't matter--!

'Oh, I knew it. I was whispering in her ear, even if it was to replace my life, and I was thinking, "Well, I'm going to have to (・・・・・). I have no intention of putting myself first and dying.
-Oh!

　Lagune's words, which are too cold, sting as if he read those thoughts.
　The moment my brain reads the meaning of the words, my entire body instantly goes cold.

　His body stiffens for a moment, as if he has been exposed to cold water again.
　Then, unable to avoid the enemy's returning blade, both thighs are ripped open.
　Roughly, the muscle fibers are collectively cut off, and the strength is no longer available.

　More voices continue. The cold words continue to sting, as if they are convinced that this is the most effective attack against 'the one who steals the reason for the dimension'.

'I'm the right and proper protagonist of a heroic tale, so you thought it would all work out (・・・・・・・・・) again in the end anyway (・・・・・・・) or something, right?'

　Behind him is the Sword of 'Magical Materialization', making it impossible to retreat.
　The blade spins around Ragne like an orbiting satellite. A large number of transparent swords are dancing around the large hall with a completely lean movement. Like a school of silvery white fishes migrating through the deep sea.

　I've been pierced through my lungs, slashed through my legs, and surrounded by swords - so it's not that I can't move.
　The most deadly wound is the words.

　I thought I could change.
　I thought I had defeated the "enemy".
　I thought I could finally help.
　They say that's not true. That it couldn't be, that it was too easy on me, and I would be blamed - that was more painful than being cut.

　The unrelenting Ragne's sword and words assaulted his body, which continued to stiffen with pain.

''That's the thinking of a genius who has done everything the way he wanted it to be done. After all, that's what it means to know the future, isn't it?　She complains that the world is a tough, tough place, but in the end she's promised a happy ending. What's the point of being a 'daughter'? It's as if she doesn't have a heart.

　The words clearly show how kind the mirror that I was looking in earlier, Nosfi, was.
　Nosfi was trying desperately to reflect only the good things about me. But Lagune is different. It reflects only the truth. I'm a coward and an a**h*le with every fiber of my being.
　So I'm dying. Self-loathing overrides my wariness.

'Really, it's the ruined 'magic' of Kanami's brother's life itself. ...... I don't like that about Kanami's brother. It's really amazingly disgusting. So--

　The part I hate. The ugly part. The ugly part.
　I was shown the part of me that I don't want to see, and at last

Kanami's brother, for God's sake, if you're going to trade your life for that, trade it in.

　You can't avoid that one word and that sword.


'If you're going to die, you're going to die (・・・・・・). You human scum (・・・・・・・・).


　I stiffen.
　And then the red tip of "Helmina's Heart" in her left hand breaks through my jacket, piercing the skin of my left breast, breaking through the muscles and blood vessels, sewing up my ribs and passing - through the soft heart beating behind it.

　The Heart of Helmina pierced my heart, stopping it from beating in its own hand.
　The heart of life was stopped.
　I see it with my own two eyes.

　It's like a tombstone on my chest, I thought fluently, perhaps because of the shape of Helmina's Heart. And then, as if it were someone else's business, I 'gaze' at it and look at the status of the man who is about to die now.


[Status]
　Name: Aikawa Uzumi HP0/543 MP0/1514 Class: Searcher


　As the body collapses, the vision collapses as well.
　The status 'display' reflected on the ceiling of the forty-fifth floor.
　I saw the number next to its HP.

　--0 HP.

　A number I would have seen many times in my original world.
　But in this world, it's a number you shouldn't look at casually.
　It's next to the name 'Aikawa Uzumi'.

　It was next to my name.