It was a strange feeling.

　With me sinking into the deep sea, the luminescence of purple never stopped.
　The amplification of the magic power and the production of the 'purple thread' will not stop.
　From the point where Serdra's 'Dragon's Roar' couldn't reach, the 'Purple Thread' penetrated the surface of the sea and crawled out. After leaving the sea, it bunched up and thickened as it headed towards the sky, and then flexed as if it were a drooping ear after penetrating the clouds.

　The tips of the ears are scattered to the corners of the world and then fall.
　It's very similar to my sister's Winter Dimension.

　The expanded Dimension was like looking down at the stars from above the clouds.
　Above the vast ocean, there were islands lined up in rows, with black speckled battleships floating around them. If you elaborate your magic (eyes) and look at the land, you can see buildings and people in modern costumes. It's not a metaphor for the 'status' of each one of them and when you can see into the future - it's not a metaphor to be able to see everywhere.

　It's all without a trace.
　The magical power of the dimensional attributes overflowed too much and sunk into the 'original world'.

　--I'm not going to be the only one who has the ability to do this.

　But it's not a battle anymore.
　It's not exaggeration or arrogance; if I get serious now, everything will be over.
　Seldora and I are in a different dimension of battle.
　It's a line I wanted to say at one point, but when I actually did, I felt unexpectedly empty, crazy, painful, sick, and almost vomit.

　There's a strange sense of immorality and guilt.
　I felt like I had betrayed something very important.
　Like a very important memory had been burned.
　The feeling that I had made a mistake in the path I should have taken.
　So I took some time to acclimate the magic stone. Even though Diprakra-san asked me to "become the 'Lord of the World' right now and save the world", I've been fumbling around...

All along I've been a ...... and I've been holding back in the face of a too-free blank sheet of paper that I don't need ....... I was seriously scared to live through it. But now, thanks to Serdra, I'm ready for it. Thank you, Serdra. In return, I hope you enjoy your time with us. I want you to have a fresh experience of the end of everything.

　He thanked her and moved his eyeballs as his body sank into the sea and looked at the brightening depths of the sea.
　Looking down with his magic and up with his eyeballs, he could see Seldra's figure clearly.
　She swims at high speed, using her tail and wings to dispel the approaching 'purple thread' and avoid the 'purple mirror' that tries to project her figure. From a distance, it was beautiful and beautiful as if it was flying free in the sky.

　However, the person himself seemed to be desperate, emitting magical vibrations while constantly 'chanting'.
　On the way, he shouted a strange voice, one of the loudest among them.

''--Eh, cover me!　Do it now!

　It wasn't a weakness or a swear word.
　It was a call to somewhere.

　But that call for help is not reaching.
　Just as my voice was painted over with vibrations, now it's Seldora's turn to be painted over.

　I look down at the book in my right hand.
　And then I read the world's easiest book, "Dragon Slayer," and counteract the call.

"--Seldra Queenfillion is cornered by Aikawa Uzumi, who should have cornered her.
　As the 'strongest' dragon man (Dragon Newt), Seldra had confidence in himself.
　As long as he was serious about 'turning into a dragon', he was confident that he could match the gods of the other world, even if he had to deal with them.
　His war record included a white star even against that 'Lord of the World', Noi El Rebelur. The history of unbeatenness was etched in his soul.
　But tonight, that pride and pride of Seldra's pride would be painted over.
　Serdra was beginning to feel cornered and defeated in the face of his heroes.
　He swims to escape, emits a frequency-aligned vibration (koe) in anxiety, and sends out a call for help to the sea--

　Hearing my narrative, Serdra turned her sharp dragon's eyes to me as she swam.
　She must have realized that her own 'dragon's roar' was being painted over by the fluent recitation, which was not appropriate for battle.

""--for emergencies, the watchword had been decided upon.
　One word, if Seldra told them "the example", a simultaneous attack would be carried out with the weapons of the 'original world' against the invaders from the 'other world' as soon as possible.
　That was supposed to happen.
　But, aha! .......
　But it doesn't reach.
　That black dragon's vibration will no longer be able to escape from the deep sea to the sea.
　It will never happen again. Because it's not too ......, not fun (・・・・・)--

　Along with the recitation, I also started a continuous tele-magic mediated by "Dimension" and "Purple Thread".
　First of all, I shut out all vibrations that seemed to reach the sea with the 《Vibrations》.
　Even if it was 'Dragon's Roar', he would use the magic stone to 'stand still'.
　Next, the ice on the island where the Replace Connection was set up will be melted, and then the special soldiers will be brought into contact with the purple thread. I connect the 《Distance Mute》 and sneakily chip away at the memories of contacting Seldra with the Light Illia.
　The crew members of the ship floating at sea do the same, and they set up remote magic one after another.

　Even if it didn't look good, they worked reasonably and unhurriedly.

""--I've always thought about this.
　An otherworldly story should be as smooth as reaping rice.
　Fine.
　Just fine.
　All the time, smooth, well done, and there's nothing wrong with that.
　A war of forces is just dangerous.
　Above all, mountains and valleys are just exhausting to climb up and down.
　It's always been painful. It's always been painful. It has always been harsh.
　Even if the story is just a gentle, gentle, gradual accumulation of nondescript everyday life, it's more than enough for a little 'happiness'. ......
　I can't take it anymore.
　I'm at my limit.
　It's hard, hard, painful, painful, 'unhappy' days, no matter how hard I try and do my best.
　I'm tired of those days, I'm tired of them.
　I'm tired of everything, I'm tired of everything.
　So the rest of the story should just be a 'happy' fairy tale.
　If there is no more need to pause with her.
　I'll hold this magic quill (pen) for my wish--

　It's not just battleships that the Purple Thread senses.
　It also found a strange looking aircraft flying around.
　The warhead is ......, and it's carrying a hell of a lot of stuff. I knew vibrating magic and radiation go hand in hand, but without it. I'll put it in my 'possession' with a remote "Defort Armament Destruction (Armor Break)".

　The heinousness of that weapon that combines science and magic will be enjoyed by 'Rustyara'.
　It's the kind of thing that likes to see how you can surpass dangerous weapons (monsters) in a slippery slope.
　But it's time to stop now. It's too late for this .......
　That kind of thing is all hospitable, including fleets at sea and bases on land.

"--The people at sea had sensed the abnormality before Seldra's vibration," he said.
　The soldiers defending their country were prepared for the unknown threat with all their nerve power.
　They were also prepared to use all means, if necessary.
　But.
　Unfortunately, their appearance is not noted.
　I will not allow them to intervene in this story.
　Because, no matter.
　Kanami and Rastiara's story was set in another world.
　All along, a tale of sword and magic had been spun.
　What's more, this is a story of 'dragon slaying' by a hero.
　The smell of gunpowder and gunpowder smoke mixed in there is ...... strange.
　It's funny, so I won't allow it.
　I won't allow it, so let's keep it away.
　Even out of the story.
　--Magic, "Dimension Multiple Expansion (Multiple)
　--Light Ilaia, Light Ilaia, Mindfulness and Purity of Heart (Variable Versak), Earthwave, Woodquake Creation (Craft), Line, Strathfield, Zwittert Wound, King ■ Falling Earth (Lost vi Aisia). 'Winter in the Dimension (Di Winter),' 'Xinjii/Shintai (Variable Relays)--'
Hey! ......!

　The miscellaneous continuous magic proclamation startled Serdra and she opened her mouth wide.
　He stopped swimming at high speed, stayed, stiffened, and looked at me.
　Surely he had a chance to win.

"--We'll continue to swim and shoo away the 'Purple Thread' and the 'Distance Mute'.
　If we get into a long term battle, I have the advantage with the 'Curse' of 'Adaptation'.
　No matter how high a dimensional wizard's learning ability is, just keep 'adapting' to all of them--

　And you can read the inner workings.
　When your opponent's draws are exhausted, you win with a little more power than you have.
　It may have been a must-win strategy for Seldora that has been around for a thousand years, but it won't work this time.

　It wasn't so hard to do.
　Just ignore the strong dragons and cast a spell on his story itself.
　Like writing words on a blank piece of paper, vaguely, like this--

""--all that Serdra has been preparing for in the 'original world' for the past week is none (...)

　...... To be honest, I'm still getting used to 'writing'.
　The writing is poor and mixed with colloquialisms.
　It's a mixture of emotion and unnaturalness that doesn't convey the content well.

　I really hate it.
　After all, my "acting" was no good and I have no talent for writing.
　So I talk to Seldora in person and explain the story of the dragon slayer.

Seldora. If I had to fight against your domination of the original world, this is what I would do. I'm not a big fan of armies or guns or anything like that. ...... I've always liked the world of sword and sorcery. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, but I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it, because I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. And yet, after all this time, how can a real-life weapon be ....... It's not even the story of the "original world" as I know it anymore to begin with. There's no "United Nations" and there's a "Special Forces" ...... that I've never heard of?　Not "anti-magic rifle" but "anti-devil rifle" was provided and ......?　'Rustyala' might be fun, but not for me.

　It's a weak, pathetic, selfish argument.
　But the wish is granted.

I'm not going to be able to say, "Let's not mix weapons and magic. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do that. I want to avoid that as much as possible--

　My words "as much as possible" now reach not only to the edge of the world, but beyond the dimensional barrier.
　Purple magic permeates, and all kinds of magic is semi-automatically triggered and resolved by the skill "Parallel Thinking".

　The power to make that possible was in my hands during that 'last battle'.
　If I didn't devote my skills and magic power to Rastiara's 'voice', I could always reach 'the one who steals the (...) reason of the stars'.
　So the story that follows goes like this.

""--Now, the dragon's vibration (chorus) has reached the sea.
　Aha ......, but impermanence.
　The contact I heard through the radio was a man's voice that I had never heard before.
　Just in case, there is a report in the hands of the ship's officers.
　The four words 'Serdra' are written on the cover.
　But what does it mean?　According to the report, it seems to be a dragon man (Dragon Newt) from the "Other World" who appeared a few days ago. A few months ago, there was a girl who could deliberately cause an ice age--and
　Now is not the time to read about children's pranks.
　There has been a massive earthquake in the Pacific Ocean.
　It will go down in history as a global earthquake of epic proportions.
　In that emergency, the magic ......?　Delusional fantasy for later.
　Seismic activity has caused a malfunction in our instruments. We're in the middle of an emergency.
　Look, if you look again, there's no "Serdra" on it.
　No, there isn't even a report in the first place, at some point.
　Even the fact that such a thing has visited us is already--

　Reading and listening, Serdra looked up, her eyes widening.
　Earlier, he shouted at a frequency that matched the ship's equipment.
　The vibration (voice) must have been transmitted for sure, but there was no support that had been indicated beforehand.
　Nothing happened.

　The 'purple thread' that was not torn off by its own vibration (voice) just wavered towards the surface of the sea.
　Understanding that this is the cause, Serdra pales.

""--The impermanence does not stop.
　The traces of Seldora are disappearing from the 'original world'.
　Indeed, the memories of the 'other world' are being made uncertain from people's minds.
　Memories that are rapidly fading away.
　In the midst of it all, how long will they be able to continue to believe in the "other world"?
　If they somehow remembered, how long would they be able to shout it out loud?
　How long will you be able to see magic and 'other worlds' that you'll never see again?　
　The delusional fantasy will not cause any real harm to the people living in the 'original world' for any time to come. Just that would be enough to make that "Gentile" Serdra Queen Fillion give up on the idea that it was a daydream.
　The magic needed is enough for both hands.
　It's easy. Even the number of letters needed is not that many--

　The end is what it is.
　By the time Seldra realizes my true purpose, it's all too late.
　The script is written, the stage is set, and the actors are performing as they should.

""--and the story takes place in the deep sea again.
　Now, at last, it's The Last Page.
　The 'Hero' has captured the 'Evil Dragon' --

　The world goes on as that sentence was written.

　Seldora, who had listened to my reading, had been captured before I knew it.
　It's not just the 'purple thread' that couldn't be dispelled that's tangled up.
　The space is fixed by the 《Invisible Ice Room》.
　Time has been stagnated by the 《Midwinter of the Overcrowded Dimension (Di Overwinter)》.
　All kinds of field-based magic is superimposed on top of each other.

　I roll up my book to Seldra and speak to her.

I'm not going to be the only one who has been able to get rid of it.
　If the story is just about eliminating the 'villain', the 'hero' has tasted it many times.
　Because all the battles are already over, the 'hero' does not choose the sword to slay the dragon.
　The magic that was entrusted to him by his loved ones was in his hands.
　With that magic that makes everyone happy, he will break the 'curse' of that sad, evil dragon--

　Seldora, who was unable to move, listened to my recitation.
　I'm not ready to give up, and she seems to believe that there is a clue to the attack on "The One Who Stole the Reason of the Dimension" in the story.
　It's because we are fighting against the 'truth stealer' that we are looking for a breakthrough through conversation.

'This is ......, has The Dimension penetrated all over the world? ....... So it will be as you read the book ......?　You mean all the information in The Future Vision is in there?
That's not true. The magic of futurism only allows you to see a myriad of branching possibilities. Even if it could, it's only capable of bringing about a slightly better future.
'So ......!　Out of its myriad futures, you choose the one you want, and space it just the way you want it!　I guess you can control this dimension!　That's the magic power of your Dimension Graduate 'Realize'!
'My failure magic isn't that good. It's unfinished, so it's always up to me to do my best to get my ideal future in hand. ...... It's not so different from living a normal life.
'No!　Now you're 'acting' and 'writing' and lying!　The look on your face!　You've already got a face that thinks you can do anything you want depending on how hard you try!

　The same thing as the former 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Light' Nosfi, 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Nothingness' Serdra said. Come to think of it, I think the id also said something close.

　Apparently it's easy to get that feeling when fighting me.
　As for me, I don't have any sense of omnipotence, that I can do anything I want.
　I can see a lot of futures, but they are all "fun (...)" stories.

　I'm 'writing' a little bit of that, hoping that I can choose a better future and somehow get it right: .......

'Sure, maybe Seldra and the others are right: ....... I simply have the 'magic' that allows me to make everything the way I want it to be anymore: ......

　So far, that brush has never been stalled.
　The "present" has never come to me, except as written in this book.

　I finally admit it when I'm pushed back.
　I thought I could do it that way, and it never fails to work out that way.
　Nowadays, "as hard as you can" and "as far as you can" and "as far as you can reach" of "the one who steals the reason for the dimension" (・・・・・)

　--and that's the heart of it.

　That's why it's remarkable that it can't be reached only by 'Rustyala'.
　I continue to be assaulted by a sense of inevitable helplessness.
　You can reach everywhere, but you won't have the strength to stand up.

I'm not going to be able to get to the bottom of it. I want to do everything ......, as I want it all. In fact, I want to do .......
............!

　The moment he spilled his true intentions, Serdra's expression changed.
　She struggled out to tear off "Purple Thread", "Invisible Iceroom", and "Midwinter in the Overcrowded Dimension (Di Overwinter)".

'--It's okay (...), Serdra. Indeed, I could feel your seriousness. So, I'll use magic for real too. The magic that was created by everyone working together is not foul. It's not a shortcut. It's not a bad thing either. The "Reading Shift" is the magic that will save those who "steal the truth". It's the magic that will end all painful and painful 'trials'. ......!

　The preliminaries of the magic power have already been dispersed.
　If I'm in the deep sea surrounded by the Purple Mirror, I can not only perfectly handle the past and future vision screenings, I can reach a higher dimension than ever before. With that confidence, I say the name of the magic.

It's called "Reading Shift".

　Distorted.
　The deep sea with me and Serdra, space, dimensions.
　Transformed into something else.

　I roll up the pages of the book. I move from the page labeled "Bottom of the Deep Sea in the Original World, Year 3032 A.D." to the page labeled "Between the Mountains in the Other World, Year 22 A.D.

　--The scene of the story has changed.

　Before we knew it, we were able to breathe air.
　Our lungs are filled with oxygen and a freshness rushes down our throats.
　We are free from the murderous water pressure of the deep sea.
　My feet are on the hard ground and I no longer feel floating.
　The pile of water in front of my eyeballs disappears and my vision of rawness expands.

　--I was standing atop a high hill.

　A pale mountain range, crowned with black clouds, rose in a circle around us.
　The air was cold and the oxygen was thin.
　From the rocky valleys and the grass and flowers underfoot, one could infer that it was at a considerable altitude.
　The dark clouds in the sky were so close that they could almost be touched if you reached out to them.

　And mixed in with the huge dark clouds, there were shadows that seemed to be birds - no, there were many dragons flying around.
　Obviously, they were different in size from the birds.
　What covered their bodies were not feathers, but hard-looking scales.
　Most importantly, their flight speed and magical power concentration were different.

　A flock of dragons flying through the dark clouds on a spiritual mountain full of nature.
　The time was a thousand years ago.
　It was before the arrival of me and Yotaki's "Gentiles".
　In "The First Page" of Seldora's story.
　A thousand years later, Seldora and I were standing, facing each other.

'............?!'

　Surrounded by the magic 《Reading Shift》, Serdra's eyes widened.
　No wonder he was stunned.
　This is Seldora's 'first page', but at the same time, it is also the 'last page'.

""--this is where Seldra's life began.
　A thousand years ago, this was a hidden village on the frontier of 'North'.
　The 'Chiryuu no Sato', where the special 'Demon People', the Dragon People (Dragon Newt), lived, was a small village hiding at the base of a peak-high spiritual mountain, and a thick 'Demon Poison' wind was blowing around it--

　I read on, bathed in the thick 'demonic poison' of the hilltop.
　Naturally, Serdra shakes her head.

''Nichi, 'The Village of the Chiryu' ......?　No, we were in an 'alternate universe' a while ago: ......!　My hometown is long gone, long gone, and there are only memories left of it--

　I looked from the top of the hill to the valley floor.
　I could see the black stone roofs of the valley floor.
　They were a bit large for human habitation and were built with an emphasis on sturdiness.

　While Serdra was speaking, he continued.

"'--The race of Dragon Men (Dragon Newt) are the chosen creatures.
　The reason why they are recognized as such by both themselves and others is because of the overwhelming strength they were born with.
　And in "Chiryuu no Sato", the "birthright difference" is carefully selected.
　They will test the strength of the newborn children and give them a role and a name appropriate to their innate strength. They even choose the king of their own clan in their rituals. Nevertheless, it is not a rare custom to install the one who is born strong as the chief.
　However, this ceremony in the Village of the Ji Long was clearly different from the others.
　They had succeeded in 'trading' even though it was an era where there was no 'magic' or 'spellcraft'.
　The 'Ancient Ritual' that had been going on for another thousand years before, had cursed the Dragon People (Dragon Newt) from birth, without any excess -

　It was only a moment before they reached the village at the bottom of the valley.
　The scene changed again and we moved to the center of the village.

　Me and Serdra were still facing each other in the square, where there were no villagers to walk around.

　Next, I turned my gaze to the largest house in the village.
　A house that is even larger, jet-black, and more majestic than the heavy black stone houses that stand in the middle of the village.
　Caught by me, Serdra looked at it too and moaned.

'Ah, ah, ......, this place is ......!
"--The children will be raised by the entire clan until they undergo the ritual.
　The child's name would also be uniformly aligned with 'One Young Dragon of the Village (Cell Dragon)' as one of the members of the village. This was also a common custom in such a hidden village.
　And because of this common custom, two more chosen ones were chosen this year among the chosen species, the Dragon Newt.
　It was the blue-haired dragonborn (Dragon Newt) girl. The one who got the name "King Dragon (Lord)" was a woman.
　Even in the long history of Chiryuu no Sato, this was the first time there was a "Queen".
　In addition, there was another person.
　It was a boy, a black-haired dragonborn (Dragon Newt). The child was born stronger, smarter, tougher, greedier, and more vicious than anyone else.
　At the age of three years, he murdered the adults in his care and tried to eat other children because of their hunger. On top of that, he was given the title of 'Fafner' for his constant sneering without any ill will.
　In the Age of Clouds, he is a black, dark and evil dragonborn (Dragon Newt).
　The birth of this too sinister name was celebrated with great pomp and circumstance by the people of the village.
　If it were any other village, the child would have been punished or quarantined.
　However, the adults in Chiryuu no Sato begin to raise the child with great care and respect...

　A loud and boisterous cheer was heard from inside the majestic mansion.
　The 'dragon's roar' caused a vibration that even penetrated the stone walls.
　Just because the ceremony was over doesn't mean that this would happen. This is because the existence of the black-haired boy, even more than the "King's Dragon (Lord)" as usual, was a long-cherished wish for the clan.

　Serdra, who knew this better than anyone else, shuddered and I read on.

''My house ......, the house of 'Fillion' who has served the king of the clan for generations.'''
"--On this northern continent, there was a legend.
　A long time ago, more than a thousand years ago.
　Long ago, long ago, in a fairytale era, magic flew around and various races fought each other for the top spot in the world.
　The fairy-tales always ended with the "dragon race" being defeated and the "winged race" being defeated. It was a common fairy tale that had been passed down from one place to another.
　However, the ending of "Ji Long's Village" was slightly different. Its content was richer and more accurate.
　Through oral tradition, the name of the individual who had become the 'Lord of the World' had been preserved.
　The abominable name that was daring to even say it was 'Noi El Lieberrul'.
　She is the sworn enemy of the 'Dragon Race' and the world's grudge enemy who enveloped this world in a dark cloud--

　That's as far as I've read, and then I look at Seldra next to me.
　Seldra wasn't looking at me, she was looking at the center of the square.

　The time in the village had moved on significantly, and a dark-haired dragonborn (Dragon Newt) was wrestling with a group of adults.
　Although he was young, his body was comparable to that of an adult. His growth rate was extraordinary, and he was ahead of the other children. Furthermore, not only his body, but also his strength and skill were tremendous, overwhelming multiple opponents and letting out a vulgar laugh.

"'-- All along, the 'dragon race' has been looking for it.
　Someday, someone who is powerful enough to reach and destroy that 'Lord of the World'.
　Someone who is not only strong, but also has the heart to kill an entire world of enemies without hesitation.
　The one who has the innate difference to feel joy instead of loneliness, even if he or she has devoured all the races of this world and become the last one.
　I've been waiting for this for a long time.
　And finally, after more than a thousand years, he has been born in this year in this village.
　The more adults who had learned the oral tradition well, the more they rejoiced.
　Among them, the more respectful the blood and history of their clan, the more they let out a loud 'dragon's roar' -

　The boy was an 'evil dragon' (Fafner) who was more evil than anyone else.
　He takes pleasure in knocking others down, sipping blood, and above all, he loves to kill.

　The people around them celebrated the "Fafner" who lightly overwhelmed the adults.
　They praised him, praised him, and rejoiced.
　So even the boy was happy as a child and smiled.
　He was proud of his own viciousness, saying that he was the chosen dragonborn (Dragon Newt).

"--"--The boy is given the name Fafner Fillion and is raised by the adults as an 'evil dragon' (Fafner) that eats the world.
　-- immediately followed by a ritual to create all kinds of resistance.
　It is too easy to starve, freeze and roast them with fire.
　They poisoned them, crushed their bones, tore into their flesh, pierced their organs, and made them swim in the burning heat.
　--They performed a ritual to know all manner of wickedness.
　Let them experience the wickedness of the world, and then let them take advantage of it.
　He made them cover all that was forbidden to man, including cannibalism.
　--The rituals of knowing all the wickedness were performed.
　We were taught that the Lord of the World is the Evil God who made the sky dark with clouds.
　You're not going to be able to find a way to make a living out of it.
　--The rituals of distorting the soul were carried out one after another.
　Even if the world is destroyed, laugh.
　Whoever it takes to enjoy it.
　Go to the deepest part of the soul's cesspool, if only to eat alone.
　The adults followed the ancient tradition.
　Even if the boy hates them, hates them, and wants to kill them, they continue to teach him.
　They hated the world, resented him, and wanted him to complete his mission with the intent to kill.
　In this way, the soul of the evil dragon was refined for the pride of the thousands of years of the "dragon race". In the end, the boy became bigger than anyone else and stronger than all living things.
　Every day, he flew higher than anyone else in the sky.
　In the midst of the dark clouds filled with "demonic poison", he seemed to be enjoying life with a good feeling.
　--he was born in 'heaven', the boy thought.
　He looked down at the earth from the sky and observed the activities of life dwarfing his own.
　He couldn't stop smiling high from the depths of his belly in amusement.
　-- Seeing this, everyone in the village thought that The Evil Dragon (Fafner) was complete.
　But that was not accurate.
　In trying to protect the lore, no one could notice.
　The boy's 'innate differences' alone made him warped to the point that he didn't need the ritual in the first place. That the 'curse' conferred by the rituals had begun to be altered by repeating the obvious education to the 'evil dragon (Fafner)' that had been perfected from the beginning--

　With his feet on the square of the village, Serdra continued to follow the black shadow swimming in the dark clouds with his eyes.

　It was completely taken in by the magic 《Reading Shift》 and was unable to move.
　He was scrambling with so much determination, and his battle spirit was deflated.

　If Seldora was a 'strong person', he could easily say, "So, what's the matter? And he could have shaken it off. But he is 'the stealer of nothingness'. He is vulnerable to nostalgia and sentimentality, and once touched, he instinctively continues to chase after it.

　The Stealers of Reason have always been walking towards the original landscape deep in their souls. Searching. Waiting. So it's over.
　I confirm it.

'Is that Seldra ......?'
'Oh, oh ....... I'm laughing at the thought of being the 'most powerful' in this f*cking small laboratory. Here I am when everything in my life was still fun .......

　Serdra looked at the sky and squinted her eyes, which had never dazzled her as a child.