Now I will bring your father back to life.

　I'm sure Ragne will happily challenge your father, his 'best' enemy, again. I will struggle in this dark world - until I die - to somehow get the feeling of being alive.

''--[Light]--''

　So I decided to bequeath as many lights as possible.
　With Ragne's departure, the rooftop is now the sole domain of the 'Stealer of the Reason of Light'. The sky, through the magic of light, is becoming brighter and brighter everywhere. I say goodbye to him in my heart as I scatter the "Light".

　--It's a goodbye, Lagune.

　I'm sure that the next one will be the end of Lagune's long challenge.

''--'Light, light, light, light, light.'' -- "Light.

　I'm going to disappear too now, but ...... before that, I'm going to fill the light to the limit to help Ragne be as 'honest' as possible. I know that I am afraid of being too dark when I lie in bed, just as I am about to fall asleep.

'Surely that's what I'm supposed to do: ......

　I knew that.
　I'm a 'Magic Stone Human (Jewelculus)'.
　Just like Rustyala, I'm just a stage set that only creates a situation.
　There is no escaping its production purpose (yakume).

Still, father ....... I will reach out to you .......

　I scattered enough 《Light》 and reached the pedestal where my father was sleeping.

　Around that bright red pedestal were the 'blood dolls' who were single-mindedly keeping their dimensional magic intact. They were probably the knights from a thousand years ago that Fafner had prepared and ordered the magic 《Distance Mute》.

''Ladies and gentlemen, ....... I'll take over from here on out.

　As I muttered this, the 'blood puppets' looked at me.
　Without exception, their faces were Noh masks, and I had no idea what they were.
　But the other side seemed to be different. When they recognized me as a Nosfi Fuzzy Yards, they bowed deeply. Then, they tried to hand me the dimensional magic that they had kept.

　In a hurry, I chant the magic.

''---Se, fresh blood magic - 《Aikawa Uzumi Wave》. Dimensional magic 《Distance Mute》--

　Honestly, these two magics are beyond the limits and the 'cost' is intense.

　However, I won't hesitate to spin them with all my might.
　I'm going to wake up the magic formula carved in this blood and show the true nature of the 'Magic Stone Human (Jewelculus)'. Because it's already the last time, I'm going to cut down on my life to generate magic power. I burn my soul and make all of it a success.

　And when my hands began to glow a light purple color, all the 'blood puppets' around me lost their shapes and returned to the ground.

　They must have completed their role.
　I reach out my hand to follow them.
　To your father, who lies on a pedestal of blood--

Light....

　I'm going to shine the light on your father's body to make sure he's okay.

　Now he is dead.
　His eyelids are closed, hidden beneath his black hair, and he has stopped breathing. His limbs have been cut off and both lungs have been punctured. My heart has stopped beating and my neck is on the verge of being torn to shreds.

　But now I am in a similar situation.
　My body is full of wounds and holes, having been 'replaced' by everything else. Both of my hands were almost removed and I was bleeding to death repeatedly. Of course, my mind as well as my body is in the process of disintegrating. They're on the verge of death.

　They're together again.
　I smile and let that light purple right arm dive into my father's torso.

　To be honest, I don't fully understand how the 《Distance Mute》 works.
　This is a contraindication to dimensional magic.
　The technique is beyond complicated and has reached the realm of God's work.

　However, this time it's not about pulling out the magic stone or pulling out the memory. I will only focus on making a 'connection' and manage to create a 'Distance Mute'.

　At the same time, I continue to emit the Light, keeping the light alive.
　Using the Light to infiltrate the target and control it from the inside is one of my specialties. You can even imitate impregnating the blood with light and using magic as an "alternative" to the opponent.

　As usual, I seeped into the blood - this time even deeper, into the soul - and the coldness of the place made me shiver all over.

　The soul of the dead and stopped 'Aikawa Uzumi' was unusually cold - dark.
　I felt as if I was going to freeze and shatter from my elbows. Even now, I feel like I'm going to be swallowed by that tremendous darkness. But I never pull my arm back.

　I let the arm that I put in front of me move forward and replace it with light.
　I replace my flesh and blood with light, and by the way, I replace my soul with light as well. I become light by 'paying for' everything because it's the last time I'm going to do this.

　I will become the light itself and illuminate your father's soul.
　The light was so vast that it had so much momentum that it leaked out of your father's body.

　So, he suddenly turned his consciousness from the inside to the outside.
　I move my eyes, which are beginning to glow with magic, and look over the rooftops of Foozeyers' castle.

　A sight I had seen once before was present.

　It was the golden sky I saw this morning.
　The 'summit' was surrounded by sunlight.
　Of course, it was night, so there was no sun.
　I was the one emitting the light.

　The shimmering light (me), like a shimmering fire, illuminates everything in the sky.

　The flowing clouds and the wind are dyed golden, and the rooftop is like being on a silvery white boat swimming in a golden river. It's a dreamlike scene far removed from reality, and just standing there I feel a strange floating sensation.

　Whether you look to your right or to your left, the dazzling light shines, twinkles and flashes.
　It is just like being in a shining jewel.
　Now the "summit" has become a miracle, a miracle that can be called the "treasure sky".

　-- but not yet (...).

　At this level, you will definitely not be able to clear your father's or Ragne's mind yet.
　It's not enough to expose those two sultry, sultry people to the white sun.

　--the "Light" is still not enough.

　With the current light, it's doubtful that your father would find it dazzling.
　It's not good enough to reach him even if he closes his eyelids. Even if he dies and is no longer in this world, the light must be sufficient to reach him.

　If the two people who are about to visit the summit say even a single word about the darkness, that's the end of the name of the one who steals the reason for the light.

　So, more.
　More, more, more, more.
　More and more and more "Light".

　Besides being my last place, this is also a sunny place for your father and Ragne.
　Let's not be stingy--!

"'Now I lay down my flag'...

　I chant 'chanting' just to enhance the lighting and make my own life the 'price' of my life.

　Instantly, the most powerful magic in my life gushes out from the depths of my soul, endlessly.

　The attribute of that magic power is "light" and its nature is "substitution".
　It shines even before it is converted into magic, and although it is my magic power, it leaves my body on its own as a round bubble of light.
　The color of the bubble is not uniformly white or transparent, just light-like. More than a thousand different colors, such as red, green and blue, emerge and draw rainbow-like patterns on the surface.

　--More light!　The 'brightest' in the world!

　Determined to do so, he first popped one light bubble in the sky.

　It was filled with a part of the soul of 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Light', a light that could cover an entire country.
　Magical sunlight poured in from the heavens, painting the golden sky.
　A swarm of light, like a great white rain, struck the bed of blood. And then the light counter-illuminated towards the heavens.
　From the heavens and earth, a huge, shimmering tent of extreme light (aurora borealis) descended. Its hems touched and intertwined, forming countless long, thin diamond shapes. A living, fluctuating twill pattern of light was completed.

　Then one bubble popped in the side sky and over a thousand rays of sunlight crossed the sky.
　It was as if the glass had been scratched by an ore face, a bunch of white scratches - a glow.
　The horizontal white lines were added to the widening twill pattern of light, making it more complex, more three-dimensional and more fantastic.

　The "light" still doesn't loosen up.
　I break the bubbles of light floating in the sky one after another.
　Light fills the light, light reflects off of light, light and light intersect.

　All the while, bubbles of light continue to gush out of my body endlessly.
　Countless light bubbles floated to the 'top'.

　The limit of brightness has already been exceeded.
　The light that defies providence is swallowing up the golden sky, the crimson floor, and everything else.
　All light.
　Light, light, light. There is no more light, nothing but light--.


　--I should (・・・・・), but I can often see the world (・・・・・・・・・).


　Clearly, lucidly.
　Clearly, clearly, lucidly, specifics, lucidly, lucidly, and anyway, I can see the world clearly -- clearly and clearly.

　I could still recognize the golden 'treasure sky' even after being engulfed by so much light.
　He could see his father, the pedestal and floor of blood, the castle itself, and everything else.
　Normally, if it is too bright, it is swallowed up in pale white and the outlines of everything are blurred, but here it is the opposite.

　The light makes every outline stand out.
　If you look up at the sky, you can see not only the 'treasure sky' but also the stars in the night sky behind it.
　I can count each and every star very easily, without the need to squint at all.

　In the phosphorescent light, I didn't feel dazzled at all.
　The direct light doesn't burn my eyes, but on the contrary, it gently soothes them.
　It moistens your eyes, which have been stagnant for so long, and dispels all the haze that has been clinging to them.

　--You'll be able to see things here now that you couldn't see for a long time.

　The clouds at your feet, for example. The particles in it. The connection of each one. How a cloud becomes a cloud. How a cloud is a cloud. What it means for a cloud to be a cloud. All the reasons why it's a cloud. Even formless things - other than what is seen - are visible.

　The metaphysical information can be easily deciphered just because it is bright and easy to see.

　It's not just a visually bright and beautiful world.
　It is a world of bright light in the true sense of the word, magically.
　The clouds, the sky, the stars, the stars, the stones and the blood - not just people, but all sorts of things that transcend the boundaries of living things and become 'honest'.

　--It's probably bright enough.

　I think I've added a little too much light, but ...... here I can see clearly, as well as your father and Ragne.

　What I'm going to do now.
　I know what it means and why it's true.

　-- so I'm going to take a big breath.

　From now on, I'm going to die 'in place of' your father's death.
　But I will not die. I will never die, I will live forever in him.

　--I will chant my last 'chant'.

　This is my life.
　The reason I was born.
　The reason I've lived.

-- "'Now I lay down my flag'.
　'I don't need the world's (your) blessing,' and 'I am the light that celebrates unborn life.'"--

　I must confess that I have known about this "chanting" from the beginning.

　The first time, a thousand years ago.
　Legacy took me to a hospital ward.
　There was a child there waiting to die and a mother holding his hand.
　Yes, there was not only a child, but a mother.
　Ever since I saw that scene, I've been--


Magic, no life, no fee.


　From the alternative light to the deceased's light.
　The real magic is sublimated.

　In the World of Bright Light, I finish my chanting.
　From now on, I become the magic of light, Nosfies, and continue to shine.