Yeah, it's another cloudy day.
　Under a cloudless blue sky, on a bright red shoal, I had these mundane impressions.

　At last, the castle on top of the hill has been taken over by Fafner and has become a sickening object, like an organ bound with veins. The towers and outer walls scattered around it no longer looked like a pressure ulcer or a tumor. The trees adorning the streets and gardens are naturally red, and blood continues to flow from the surface like a human wound.
　The river in Hooziyaz Castle, said to be the clearest in the world, is covered in a film of blood, bubbling and bubbling. The bridge over the river is completely flooded because of the unstoppable flow of blood from the holes in the castle. Every time I walked on it, it made a chirping sound like a water game.

　As I recall, this bridge was built by a great man in history as a memorial of peace. Since this great holy city is a historic place, there are many such anecdotes. ...... Well, I guess that's the end of the story.

　The Great Bridge was used as a canal, and the blood that flowed was going to flow through my feet and into the city of the Great Holy City.
　However, it has managed to be dammed up by the fine knights guarding the city as a wall.
　The number of knights standing side by side in front of the bridge was roughly three orders of magnitude. Combined with those trying to invade towards the river, there would be more. If I listen carefully, I can also hear the sound of magic behind the castle. They may have already reached four figures. I can't wait to get to five figures, but that will have to wait for a few days.

　With that in mind, I was fighting against the knights who seemed to be the main force of the Hoosiers' army on the bridge, sending blood splatters flying.

　There are countless walls, fences, rivers and moats on the other routes into the castle. For a hundred people to get to the castle, the bridge is inevitably the best way to get to the castle. Knowing this, I set up here to intercept the enemy. An hour has passed without a single rat passing by.

　The enemies are elite members of the knightly order, wearing expensive looking armor.
　The goodness of their birth can easily be seen from their attire. It seems that many of them are aristocratic lads who grew up with a lot of money and a lot of expectations all at once. The thought of being able to take all those things, all those lives, with my own hands makes me feel a little bit lighter.
　Even in this too dark vision, I can fight with the glimmering lives of my enemies as a light.

　I wave my arms vigorously in front of the historic renovated Hooziyar's Castle.
　I hold the crystal sword and the red sword in my hand as an example. I extend the tips of those swords with 'magical materialization' and adopt a battle strategy like the sword saints of a thousand years ago one day.

　It's an unaccustomed way to fight, but thanks to the "sword arts" that gradually flow from the swords at hand, it's not a problem. I'm one of the top knight's swordsmen in just one hour, thanks to the unlimited power I've gained.

　I danced around, following the best way to move my body and swing my arms.
　With that alone, the heads of several knights surrounding me flew off. It was such an easy kill that my long-distance fighting style to this day is ridiculous.
　With the help of "The One Who Steals Reason", it's really easy to do. It's very easy to take a person's life.

　However, it's just that it's so easy to kill your enemies, or maybe because you're killing your enemies so easily, you've taken their lives, but it's hard to wash your mind away. I'm sure that if you take a valuable life, this too-dark view will change, but it's not getting any brighter.

　--I'm not, but honestly, I had no problem with this dark state of affairs.

　When I missed Nosfi and the others earlier, I was terrified that I had been deprived of any visibility at all. I couldn't help but wonder if I would be able to fight the powerful enemies ahead in this state.

　But as time went on, my eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I was gradually able to catch the outlines of the objects.
　There was a thin white line drawn in the pitch-black vision, but I was originally a professional in dark combat. That much information is more than enough.

　Hence, even if the enemy knights attacked from the blind spot behind, I would be able to respond with no problem.

"-- You monster!

　Either I'm not used to being taken by surprise, or I'm too scared to fight without shouting. Perhaps it was both. I calmly turned around and put the tip of my sword in the screaming knight's mouth.

　I cut off the enemy's brain stem and quickly pull it out. Following that, I extend my twin swords towards the knight coming from the left and right. It seems to be the main goal of using the current knight as a bait, but such a simple strategy will never work for me.

　The blades draw a line in the air and the corpse increases to three.
　Another new offering was made to Fafner. As I recall, the death toll now is one hundred. The corpses of those memorable knights are slyly swallowed up in the blood bridge.

"--Wait, wait!

　And here the onslaught of the knights that had been going on for a long time stopped temporarily.
　The shout of the knight who was leading the battle in the street where the blood could not reach, ahead of the main battlefield, the bridge, reached me.
　I stare into the dark vision and see the outline of the shouted knight's face.

　Perhaps this knight is the captain. It also has the role of a general captain who unites multiple knights. That man looks at me with narrowed eyes and snarls.

''d*mn, can't you get through to this too ......!　Then go to ......!
Captain Aranyek!　This is no longer the case for magic warfare as well as melee combat: ......!

　The knight who seemed to be the vice-captain interrupted me by calling the captain's name with a shaky voice.
　Because of his greenhouse upbringing, he is probably in light despair in the face of the enemy that is me. At any rate, in the first move, the resonant magic of a hundred people was defeated from the front, killing about fifty people at once. This is a very good thing.
　It's no wonder that inexperienced people think that they are helpless.

　However, Captain Aranyek, whose name was called, had not yet stopped thinking. Knowing the difference in strength, he's still trying to carve out a way for his dead comrades.

　I just happened to know his name ...... but the quintessential Captain Aranyek, a famous knight on the mainland that even I know from working on the frontier.
　I've heard of his military prowess many times when I worked for him. As I recall, he is a nobleman from a branch of the Walker family, and this one was raised on the battlefield, not in a greenhouse. Because of his family's background, he pursued strength rather than character, and his abilities must have been recognized by many knights.
　It's just right for my threat brawler. Let's not kill him today, but let him go.

　I smiled at the distant captain and vice-captain with a smirk, sincerely enjoying the superciliousness.
　Captain Aranyek's magic power jumped up as he would have seen that. Even from a distance, a pressure like supremacy reached this far. However, it quickly subsided like a fire bathed in water, and he calmly gave his instructions.

''All hands, get out of the blood. Retreat temporarily. We will meet up with the Knights who are on a separate mission here and share information with them first.''

　Many of them, including the vice captain, were relieved by his calm decision. However, some of them never lost their pride. The bloodthirsty man, who seemed to be a new recruit, began to voice his dissatisfaction.

'Captain ......!　What, you're going to retreat against just one person: ......?　We, the holy knights who guard this great holy city, are the only ones who have ......?
''Even if it's just one person, it's now a battlefield. The more we fight, the more this 'Demon Blood' is spreading. As long as the enemy uses ancient magic, we will avoid futile attacks until we finish analyzing it.

　The knights treated the blood of the basic magic 《Blood》 produced by Fafner as an unknown number of ancient magic due to its substandard nature, and called it 'Demon Blood'.

　Indeed, I can understand why they wanted to call it that. After all, once you take a step into it, you will be tripped up by its unusually high viscosity. I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them. If it sensed the activation of hostile magic, a blood knight would be born to counter and pounce on it. Once you fall there, your body will be sucked out of the water as if you were attacked by a blood-sucking leech (monster). Of course, if you die, they will take your entire body with them.
　Frankly speaking, it would be a fool's errand to try to break this from the front.

　I thank the captain for making that calm decision, but I'll stir things up with my senses for now.

'Is it retreat? ....... It's the Holy Knight of the Great Sacred City that I heard in the sound, as expected!　It sounds like you noticed how the blood works properly! ...... Just let it go, this is going to spread a little bit, right?　Look, we're about to leave the Ohashi Bridge. Oh my God, we're going into town.

　When he asks off-handedly if he's going to give up his role of protecting the city, the captain quietly releases short words to restrain the knights around him.

'...... retreat.'

　It was too much of a proper agitation.
　Rather, the multiple knights were united and took a clean retreat formation.
　All of them kept glaring at me. If I poked around a bit more, I could catch some of them in a pool of blood, but there would be no need to go that far. Just like Mr. Nosfy, there's no hurry to kill them all in the end. I don't think there is ....... There shouldn't be.

"...... Well, if you're not coming, you don't have to come. I'm not going to chase you. I've got a lot of things to do.

　I turn myself around with room to spare and show my willingness to miss the Knights.
　It's a mutually beneficial truce.
　The other side can bring back information about me, and this one can also serve the purpose of publicity.

　As I started to walk leisurely, a voice comes to my back.

''Don't get carried away, you renegade ......!　What a true guardian (Guardian), what a 'stealer of star reason': ......!　At best, get on with it now: ......!　You will certainly be killed by us and will be used as a mourning gift for the heroes who are now dispersed. ......!

　The proud looking recruit from earlier cursed me.
　Honestly, it's a foolish act for a knight. Stimulating the enemy in vain when the captain ordered us to retreat is a fool's errand among fools. But it's a proud act for a man.
　I rejoice in the gleam of the enemy and pray to the 'scripture' in my pocket for instructions to reap it.

'--I command my knight Fafner to do it. You need not suppress it any longer.

　Instantly, Fafner's all-out magic is released, and they (...) appear in all of the spread blood areas. Countless 'something' from the spreading pool of blood at his feet--

　Through it all I turn back to the Ohashi, alone.
　Without breaking the margin like an enemy, I walk down the bridge as if playing with the water in a floppy manner, and when I reach the large hole in the castle vacated by Dia-san, I look back once.

　I can see a crowd of nauseating 'something'.
　For every hundred knights, there are a hundred "something's" lined up.
　Most of the "something's" are shaped in a way that the brain refuses to understand. I've never seen them before, and in fact, I've never imagined them taking on a shape I've never seen before.

　The basics are red. All 'something' is red and almost humanoid in shape.
　Something" is an elongated body that can only be described as an organ, with many red eyeballs growing on it like fruit. Something" has intestine-like cords spiraling around it to form its limbs. Something" that has more than a thousand human arms that tower like giants - there are so many different kinds.

　They are not monsters at all.
　Even though the monsters had a mysterious appearance, they had a certain regularity to them. It was the unity of a race, the traces of evolution to win the competition for survival - there was a basic rule for life to exist as life.

　But these guys ignore all those rules.
　The process up to this point has no meaning at all, and the only reason for its birth was to desecrate life - no, the desecrated life came to take revenge on the life that has not yet been desecrated. Such malice is the only thing that can be felt from 'something'. I can't help but feel it.

　The confronting knights were beginning to scream.
　The heroes who didn't run away in front of me were trembling and crying like children. Some of them even fainted unprotected in the face of the looming pool of blood. The word "unity" has been shattered and each of us is running away. It will be a lot of work, but Captain Aranyek will survive. ...... maybe.

Then, good luck!

　I walked back into the castle without seeing the battle in front of Ohashi.
　Then, in the empty grand entrance, I breathed a sigh of relief.

　--Good.

　Satisfied with that in my mind, I make my way to the castle steps.

　When I missed Nosfi-san and the others, my vision was truly and completely dark. With the 'price' of the prematurely infected 'The One Who Steals the Reason of the Stars', I had lost my mind, the unusual darkness of my vision had struck me, and my sense of worth had been destroyed.

　But I got over it.
　I was once only one knight, and it was a crushing victory against that army of hoozeyards.
　I even went to the trouble of fighting a magical battle that I wasn't used to and even introduced myself to them. The knights who survived the current battle will be telling the world about me from now on.

　--I'm not going to be able to get rid of them.

　I've already regained my composure.
　I've solved my vision problem.
　I'm slowly rebuilding our broken values.

　There's nothing wrong with that.
　After all, for me, the 'price' of becoming 'the one who steals reason' was warm. Unlike other logic-stealers, I am not of such a flexible spirit that I would lose myself with this level of suffering.

　Rather, my confidence has grown.
　If this is the bottom of the darkness into which the Stealers of Reason have fallen, then I will be able to continue to do so for sure. I'm not just the strongest searcher of our time, nor am I a flawed product like the logic-stealing thieves of the past, but I can be the best in both name and reality.
　In the future, even if I get all the 'reason-stealers', I will still be me. As it is, I will swallow the entire world as Ragne Kaikwola.

''--Hahaha.''

　I smiled on the way up the stairs.

　I still have reasons to be confident.
　From now on, I'll even get the power of the 'dimension' as well.　
　The enviable array of magic--Dimension, Connection, Defaults--I'm confident that I can use all of them more effectively.

　I started 'to become the last man in the world' with a reckless abandon, but it's no longer a dream. If I keep up this pace, I'll be able to get there in a realistic way. I'm sure that we will be able to reach the deepest part of the world. On the contrary, it's beyond that. I will go all the way to the top.

　I'm sure I can become the real number one.
　The first, the first, the first, the first, the first

　As I repeat this in my mind's eye, I suddenly look out the window of the castle.
　I see a dark world where the sun is shining brilliantly and I can no longer see anything but the outline.

　As I ascend one floor at a time, the earth of the Great Sacred City fades away, allowing me to see the whole thing from a higher vantage point.
　Down below, there were Hoozeyers' soldiers being fought against a blood 'something' that wasn't even a monster. And in the distance, where the blood hadn't yet reached me, I could see a group of citizens staring anxiously at the castle I was in.

　The women and children were gathered in the central park.
　Their expressions were dark and I could tell by the outline alone that they were dark.

　Perhaps it was partly due to the ward that Kanami's brother had forcibly lifted last night. Nosfi-san had planted the 'Activation of the Country' in the 'Magic Stone Line (Line)'. On top of that being broken, the fall of the castle that was thought to be unsinkable. It's easy to imagine the terror caused by that fall.
　Without a doubt, not a single citizen of the country looks as vibrant as they did yesterday.

　Looking out the window, I am reminded of the beginnings of the Hoosiers in The Real History.

　In the past, the Hoosiers were nearly destroyed by plague and corpses in the mountains with no trade routes.
　Miraculously, the "Apostle" descended, and the "Gentiles" who summoned him brought otherworldly technology, and it developed through the sacrifice of the "Banner of Light" and prospered until it was called the Great Holy City, just because it was the birthplace of the "Saints". ......

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. --It felt like that.

　Soon, the Hoosiers, which had prospered for a thousand years, will be destroyed.
　When I realized this, I reached the roof of the castle.
　I walked out to the top of the bright but unbright world and returned to the tasteless, jewel-like sky again.

　My squire, Fafner, was waiting for me there.
　His entire body was gushing with magical power, drawing a magic circle of blood toward the sky. Nearby, ten blood humanoid forms, which he must have spawned, stood in a circle.

'You're here, Ragne. ...... It's good to see you. You've successfully completed your introductions. ...... Just in time for us to finish up, too. As you requested, I'm going to give you 10 dimensional wizards from a thousand years ago. They're all direct disciples of the late Founder, so I can use the example.

　Fafner finished drawing the magic circle and greeted me with a look of relief. Perhaps he was worried, in his temporary knightly way, that I was acting strangely when we parted.

　As a matter of course, he was fulfilling my reckless request. Even though he was controlling and defending the castle at the same time, he worked fast. The quintessential thousand year old 'one who steals the reason for blood'.

　I bowed my head lightly and immediately started on my next plan.

My knight Fafner, I thank you. ...... So, let's get started. Kanami's brother's magic stone extraction ritual, the worst abomination of dimensional magic, the Distance Mute.
Hey, Lagune. Are we really doing this outdoors?　Wouldn't it be nice to be in that 'Senate' room?

　But before I could do that, Fafner interrupted me.
　And I smile and shake my head.

'I'd like to do it here. I'd like to show you off and rush you if I could.
"What's the rush: "......, the one from Nosfy?
That's part of it, though: ....... If anything, it's the world.

　With this 'apex', I can reach far.

　For example, if the knights ahead of me looked up at the sky and saw such a large magic circle moving, my threat level must increase even more.
　Probably, per Ryner would also come to check on the castle on a regular basis. I'm sure he would be furious if he saw me playing with Kanami's corpse with magic at that time.

　This ritual is filled with a wish that I want to convey to all the creatures in this world. I have no other choice but to do it on the roof.

　After reaffirming the meaning of this ceremony, I approached Fafner's blood dolls. Then I touch the blood platform in the center of the circle of ten bodies, one new corpse lying on top of it.

'Kanami's brother: ......'

　Calling Kanami's name in front of her, who had no limbs, only her neck and torso, she completed the final farewell that she had been unable to do before her death. Now that the strongest enemy was gone and he had gained overwhelming power, there was a complaint that he could finally spill.

''Because of your appearance a year ago, I've noticed a lot of things ....... If only Kanami's brother hadn't been there, the world would be turning more slowly. ......

　Even though I know that hypotheticals are pointless, I still think.

　If Kanami hadn't shown up, I'm sure we would have gone our separate ways.
　None of the 'Celestial Knights' of the Confederation would have been missing, and the young lady and Mr. Palinclone would have teamed up and defeated the 'Senate' in the correct procedure at some point.

　I know it's not right to resent them.

　But Kanami carefully destroyed everything that could have been my home. Kanami's figure, her voice, and her way of life were too much alike. Every time I spoke with Kanami, I felt as if he was painting over the precious person inside me. That's why I thought that you--

'Hate (...) ....... Die (...) ......

　There are many things, but in the end it all boils down to this.

　With those parting words, the blood dolls around me start to move. Each of them raise their hands and weave the same magic. The too complicated magic formula is drawn out of the blood dolls' bodies, and a huge magic circle is drawn in the sky.
　I'm sure you'll find that the magic you're trying to invoke now is tremendous.

　And the target of this single, seamlessly resonant magic is me.

　A smoky purple magic power emanates from the blood dolls' hands and clings to my right arm alone. The magical power of the dimensional attribute gradually causes my right arm to lose substance. It turns into a magical arm for touching things other than objects.

''--Dimensional Magic [Distance Mute].

　I muttered a magic name on behalf of the mute blood dolls and thrust my right arm into the chest of the corpse in front of me.

　It has one purpose.
　The magic stone of 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Dimension' inside the Kanami.
　If I pull this out, I can take away all of Kanami's power and then completely annihilate the body.
　With my eyes on the magic stone, I reach out my hand, wishing to die.

''--!

　However, I can't make the legendary 《Distance Mute》 succeed so easily. I stopped moaning from the back of my throat and wiped the sweat from my forehead with my left arm.

　The magic 《Distance Mute》 technique is too difficult, and the road to success is a long one anyway. Right now, the hard part of the magic is being undertaken by the blood doll Fafner prepared for me. The magic power they are consuming is generated by the magic stones in their chests. All I'm doing is searching, grabbing and pulling out Kanami's soul. But that's all too difficult to do.

　As I knew, I don't have the talent to do it.
　But that's where my magical nature is - if only I had my magical nature.

Kanami's brother--!

　The pseudo 'affinity' of the example is also done for Kanami.
　Perhaps because there is a 'connection' between me and him now, it was accomplished very smoothly.

　The magic of my mirror reflects the magic of his dimension in the magic of my mirror. It's a mimicry as if I had become him himself. I will trick the world into thinking that I am a dimensional wizard.

　The right arm that I inserted into Kanami goes even deeper.
　I feel my understanding of magic 《Distance Mute》 deepen all at once.

　--Okay, it's going to work.

　Just as I thought, me and Kanami's brother are a good match for each other. My 'affinity' is better than that Rowen-san and the others. It's a good thing that they're so similar that you'd think they have an affinity for each other from the start.
　It's not surprising that the "affinity" is beyond the original "affinity" if we have a "connection" now.
　Now his body and mind, everything is in my hands. There is nothing we don't understand. I am Kanami's brother and Kanami's brother is me.

　With this, I can get hold of Kanami's soul.
　Finally, I can pull out the "magic stone".

　-- When I thought that, I saw that 'indication (...)'.

　A scene as if the letters of a book had entered my eyeball, and was reflected in a dark world with only an outline.


[Skill '??' Activated.]
　


What--?

　As soon as he could, he paid off his left arm.
　But the letters do not disappear.
　They continue to be there, as if inscribed on a piece of paper called air.

　Naturally, the unexpectedness of this situation upsets me.
　It was the activation of the 《Distance Mute》 after I had taken all possible precautions. All of the enemies were driven out of the castle, and the target of the magic is now breathing down my neck. Without further ado, they were able to get on with the ritual. There was no room for error to be interrupted.

　And yet, that 'display' wouldn't go away.
　It keeps telling me to activate the skill, as if it were making fun of me.

　In the first place, what is this skill ......?
　When I asked the young lady about Kanami's brother's skills before, there was no skill with such a name. The unique skill that had tormented Kanami all along, ''? should no longer be there. As I recall, it was a stinky skill called 'Pledge of the Deepest (Di Cavernator)'. The only other thing that was suspicious was the skill 'Gentile', and the rest of it wasn't something that required that much vigilance. Yet, why is this thing--!

　Turning my head to the limit, I tried to find the cause of the problem.
　However, before the answer could be found, the effects of the 'displayed' skill were brought into play.

　-- It was a phenomenon that could only be called the dawn.

　The world that had been so dark and fed up was 'flipped' again (...).
　A moment is a moment. It switched from night to day, from darkness to light, and from darkness to light.
　I became able to perceive everything clearly.

　It's not simply a matter of clearer vision.
　Of course it was. Originally, that wasn't just dark darkness. It was the darkness that covered my mind that was the problem. All of that darkness cleared up, and what had been worthless a moment ago instantly felt beautiful.

　The pool of blood at his feet, the moving firmament of clouds, the rooftop of Hoozeyer's Castle itself, everything is beautiful.
　Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, just beautiful. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful--

　It was the moment (・・・・・・・・・・) when all the 'cost' I was carrying around - I stopped caring about it.

　And the bottom line is what is in front of me.
　The corpse that I am currently inserting my right arm into -.

'What ......?　Ma, mom ......?

　Not a corpse, but my own mother (my mom), the one I left when I was a child, was there.
　Long black hair that smelled nostalgic. A neat face that took my breath away in admiration, even for my mother.
　She closed her eyelids with her long eyelashes and was breathing heavily in her sleep.

"Oh, hey, ......--

　I thought I heard someone's voice behind me, but it wasn't enough.

　I stared at my mum's face until I had a hole in it, and then I looked at her body as well.
　The modest linen clothes that I loved to wear wrapped around her ample body. However, there are no glossy limbs that should be extending from the hem of those clothes. They don't exist. It's as if they were cut by a sword--

My hand, my foot--!　Who would do this to my mom!
'Lagne, it's a kanami!　I am not your mother!　You'll know it when you see it!

　This is going to kill me.
　My precious mama will die.

　Just when I thought that, Mama's eyelids, which had lost all four limbs, opened.
　And the black agate eyes that baffle all who see them are revealed.

　My brown eyes met with mine.
　Then Mama's mouth relaxed.
　The smile that is no longer only in my hazy memory is now here--

'Ahhhh, ahhhh ......, ahhhh ......!　Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh ......!

　A sob of joy.

　It's a miracle .......
　A miracle that I had given up on deep in my heart .......

　At the moment when everything was rewarded, the world became completely white.
　The darkness of my vision, the darkness of my mind, the darkness of my magic, and all that other stuff, was blown away by the outpouring of light. My eyes became dizzy and hazy, my vision moistened and distorted.

　After a series of 'reversals', the world finally became not only black with white lines, not only white with black lines, but also white with white lines.

　In other words, the only thing I can see is my mom.
　Only two people, my mom and me.
　The rest of the world was all white.
　It became only white.

　Then, the extra information disappeared from my ears as well.
　I thought I could hear the sound of the wind fading away and instead I could hear the sound of applause celebrating the reunion. One, two, three, and the sounds of those claps gradually increased. They gradually became more than ten, then a hundred, then a thousand, then ten thousand thunderstorms.
　My nose could no longer convey anything but my mother's scent. My palms could only feel my mother's touch.

　The cheers that never ceased to ring out in the world of just Mom and me.

　Aha! ....... It's as if the world is blessing me .......

　It's just so bright, it's like I can't see anything else - I can't see anything else.
　The applause was so loud that you couldn't hear anything else - the sound of the applause was too loud.

"Lagunay!　Wake up!　No, close the 'connection' now!　d*mn it, this magic, whoever it is--

　I heard a faint voice.
　It's a magical voice that shakes my soul, not my ears.

　But I can't find the owner of that voice. I can't see a certain knight doing his best for his lord.

'--is the source of the source my blood?　What? When?　When and who mixed it up: ......?　No, there is no one more skilled in blood magic than me, the one who steals the truth of blood!　What on earth could have caused this?

　That knight is no longer worth looking at or listening to.
　Because I've already got it. What's in front of me now was the purpose of my life, and the rest doesn't matter. I don't need anything else.

　Hence, finally - finally - the true feelings I had been hiding from myself are brought out.

'Mama ......!　Oh, my God, Mom!　I guess I got to be the 'best'!　Finally, finally, I'm getting there: ......!　I knew this was the end of me: ......!　I was already done with it: ......!

　I spoke to him as he was, without any embellishments, without any imitation of anyone else.
　I hugged the precious thing in my arms and said that one word.

'I love you ......, mommy ......!

　I tell her that and I look at my mom's face.
　I continue to stare at her, my face red, expecting a response.

　Yes.
　I've always wanted to hear my mom's voice.
　To accept that the world doesn't have a single thing worth living in anymore - I wanted to hear those words one last time.
　That's my - the first thing I've been searching for for a long time. The meaning of life that I have been seeking for a long time. In order to get the answer to that question, I've worked hard, so...

■■■ (...) ......, ■■ (..) ......!

　Now my mom smiles and says one word: I love Ragne.

　The moment I hear that, I'm done.
　I'm reunited with my mom and I'm going to be with her for the rest of my life.
　And that's the end of my story. We'll end up together and we'll never be apart again.

　Oh, what a beautiful story .......

　When I thought of a single thought.


Ouch!


　A burning pain hits me at the tip of my right hand.

　My eyes widen and I look around with an angry expression on my face.
　The world is no longer worthy of reflecting anything other than my mom, but if there are any beings in the way, they must be eliminated.

　But, of course, there is nothing.
　If there was anything left in my world, it was only the tip of my right arm that was making the 'connection'.

　I focus on my right arm. There was a magical power there that contained hostility. It's a fierce hostility, as if to shout at you, "That's not true!" "I won't allow it!" "I won't let it happen!

　The color of that magic power is purple. Probably a dimensional attribute.
　The quality of the magic power is also special. It has a flexible nature that seems to allow it to do anything. If you put it into words, it's 'hero', 'savior', 'hero' - someone's 'ideal' kind of magic power.

　However, I can tell right away that it is a pseudo-thing.
　Only I, doing the same thing, can understand it.

　The original nature of his magic power is a 'mirror'.
　It's a 'mirror'. In truth, it has no color, no attributes, and no other talents of magic power.

　Seeing that, the 'connection' and 'affinity' is further advanced.
　Instead of overlapping body and mind, instead of grasping the soul, it advances to a realm that goes much, much further.

　The magic power that contains hostility and my magic power face each other, and it becomes a mirror match.
　The magic power of the mirror is reflected in the magic power of the mirror. We reflect and imitate each other. In other words, my reflection in the mirror and his reflection in the mirror. His reflection in that mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror, in my mirror--.

　He is reflected everywhere, far and deep, and finally exceeds 'affinity'.
　And then I hear his snatched voice, which would be farther and farther away, not just at the end of the world, but beyond the world.


'--Lag ■, fuzzies ■ ......!　I hated the play, but it's good.


　It was an angry voice, but it was also a very stinky voice - as if he was still worried about me here - and it was very stinky.
　I look at my favorite mommy in my arms and say the name I hate so much.

'Kanami's brother ......?'

　Then the world - shifted (...).

　The world is blank, and my mom in my arms is gone in an instant.
　Mom's smile, her smile, her nostalgic smell, her touch, everything is gone - and I stand alone, alone in a world that has no value.

　Soon, of course, I looked for my missing mama.
　I looked around the white world, trying not to lose the most important thing.
　I desperately searched and searched and searched and searched and searched, and kept on searching--