The feeling of floating - or even crashing - continues.

　I will never gain a foothold again.
　As long as I fall with that sun, I will never be able to put my feet on it again.

　When I turned my gaze to the side, I saw that the foothold that had melted and turned to mush had become a red-black rain.
　The monsters that couldn't stand the heat any longer became magical stones, and twinkling, multi-colored stars flowed out.

　Everything is as it should be.
　The true nature of the "Hundred and Tenth Test" will become clear.

　I'm not lying.
　Maria is telling the truth all along, without any falsehoods. From the beginning, all along--
　And that we should take it head on, and I've always been - from the beginning.

Maria ...... and Alty .......

　I know the right answer from the beginning.
　But I can't take that option.

　From now on, I'm going to complete the rituals, control the deepest part and go beyond.　
　I'm not going to be able to interfere with the Magic Kanami. I'm not looking at the present, I'm looking at the future - no, I'm only looking at Rustyala at the end of that future. That's why there is no way I can forget a single piece of it.

You're not going to be able to get rid of it. I will do whatever it takes, no matter what I have to do, no matter what I have to give up.

　I think Maria heard me muttering that while falling, with the sensory organs of the fire.

　I responded with a single word of incorrectness, and there was no turning back.
　I immediately call out to my roommate who is hiding inside me.

Let's get out of here, Noi. Let's get out of here. Now, let's move forward with our plan to the final stage.

　No answer.
　I knew that he wouldn't come out until the last minute, so I had to keep calling out to him.

"'Lord of the World,' Noi El Lieberrul. It's a good idea to show up and 'get along' with me. If I don't use resonance magic over here too, there's a chance that everything will end. I can see that future from that flame.

　Still mute.
　Her trauma continues to refuse to come to the surface.

　I know how it feels. I know how it feels, more than anyone else. All the things that could go wrong when I was there. I just want to "undo" it all. That's what I want to do.

"Are you sure you want to go to ......?　You know what you're supposed to do?　With the fire of Arti and Maria's life to this day, I can truly purify it!　You can't just forget everything!　You just want to pick and choose what you don't like and pretend it 'never happened'!　You've been waiting for what's at the end of your hard work!　Ever!

　The truth is, Noi's life should not be out in the open.
　We have a "contract" to keep her story a secret, and we are working together.
　But for now, I have no choice but to temporarily flip that 'contract'.

I'm on your side. You don't have to stand up. Trust me and fall in with me. ......!

　The silence still continues.
　My words didn't reach Noi's heart and didn't waver.

　--because it's still on display.

　I know why I know myself, so I stop embellishing now.
　I'm going to let my true feelings, unadorned and unadorned, come out of the pit of my stomach.

'Noi!　Maria!　What about Maria?　He is stronger than anyone I have ever met!　Wow!　It's cool!　See, you know what I mean?　You can't win by being stingy!　Just send it to me now!　Your last 'jutsu'!

　Too pathetically weak, I put my hand on my chest and screamed.

　Then I heard a thump.
　I felt as if I could hear my heart beating.

　When was the last time I screamed that straight?

　It feels like a long time ago now.
　It was nostalgic, very familiar and easy to spin.
　And now a word is definitely not 'writing' but just frantic improvisational theater (improvisation).

　So my heart was beating.
　This time, from my chest.

　A hand grows out of my falling abdomen.
　A woman crawls out of the water, her long hair fluttering, revealing only her upper body.
　She was still in the borrowed form of an adult lagnet, but she still came out. She stepped out onto the front stage, her voice trembling as she read out her own lines.

'Shh, I know ....... She's strong, she's amazing, she's cool. I've always been jealous of that, too. Cool women like that ......, always and always!　So I know more than you do!　It's just that I'm stingy and I'm not a match for you!

　Noi was truly terrified, tears in his eyes, and his mouth was agape as he looked away from the huge 'piercing eyes' that were falling.

　But he was just as determined as I was.

　I put only one hand in front of me - facing the sun as it falls from the sky.
　He begins the final stage of the Plan, an impromptu ritual.

'So I'm going to run away and leave it to you. ......!　All these years of whining and bitterness!　Oh, 'It didn't happen', 'It didn't happen', 'It didn't happen', 'It didn't happen'!　--Dimensional Magic [Black Shift]!

　Darkness flooded out of the palms of our two hands like a swelling cloud.

　It is not only darkened by the blocking of light.
　It is a darkness of too thick a "demonic poison", a blackness that refuses to be recognized by the metaphysical mind.

　The dark clouds, like swirling typhoons, were trying to block out all the sun's light and heat.
　The black color of the labyrinth, which was too bright to be worthy of the basement, would be used to restore it to its former glory.

　As I fell, Noi 'befriended' me, spinning his best magic (yowane) as he fell.
　Her original dimensional magic 《Black Shift》 'jutsuiki' of her original dimensional magic 《Black Shift》 sinks into me, not in imitation, but in perfect form.

''Kanami-kun, you can improve this 'Jutsuiki' as you wish. But I made this coward (me) bet a trump card on it. Be sure to attract the best future. And don't get any ideas about being uncomfortable!　My magic formula is different from yours, and it's deadly!　It's the 'unresolved' stuff, and it's sticky!

　I've been complaining and making excuses, but now, indeed, the secret formula was transferred from the previous generation's 'The One Who Stole the Reason of Dimension'.

Thanks, Noi. I don't think so. Even you can't match my current insidiousness.

　When she was told that she would lose to me, Noi's body trembled less.
　She had been the 'Lord of the World' for a long time, and she had to be more respectable than anyone else. As a being (thing) in a higher dimension, she couldn't afford to fail all along. However, she is 'relieved' that she is now properly defeated and leaves everything to me. Just like Serdra, she lets herself go with the flow.

　And I'm the one who will take control of the flow that has been entrusted to me and write.
　Aikawa Uzumi spells, adds to and composes the rest of her weaknesses.

'-- Oh, 'pretend it never happened (...), pretend it never happened, pretend it never happened' --'

　If you use it as you received it in the 'art form', it's just magic to paint over the surface of things with a black pen.

　What you need is to go beyond that.
　The role of this "Aikawa Uzumi" is to advance to the point where Noi can't step on it.

　It's not about wishing it never happened.
　It's really me who says, "It's not going to happen.

　--I'm going to sublimate that magic with the resolve to put my whole life on the line and say "Las Tiaras," "I don't need anything else," and "I'll never (...) pretend it never happened.

　The evil cumulus cloud that covers not only the material metaphysics, but even the spiritual metaphysics, swells up.
　While increasing in volume, it also gradually adds purple.

　That dark cloud of purple-black was completely different from the previous Black Shift.
　Not only did it inhibit recognition, but it was a magical paint job to really 'never happened'.

　If it was this time, it would go back in time to before the magic construction of the sun's flames and heat, and erase it from its source. -- in other words, it would be closer to time manipulation magic.

　There was no more need for me to read the past with the Reading Shift and then get approval with the Dimensional Decisive Operation (Dimension Gradual) "Revive".

　Forceful narrative overwriting.
　The worst of the worst, with dimensional magic that is full of foul play.
　The magic that Rastiara and the others had feared in the past, the magic that 'never happened'.
　The magic of past modification is this--.

Dimensional magic, the Black Shift Overlight.

　When I made it completely my own, I added a name to it.
　No play at all, I added a word (overwrite) that seemed frank, straightforward and powerful, and then I reached for more.

　The dark cloud of purple-black that overflows from my hand is out of control and mimics a single shape against the sun in the sky.
　The hemispherical shape (round shield) allows heat and fire to await.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　I'm not talking about 'magic cancellation' but rather 'time cancellation'.

　Now, it's ready.
　It's not a good idea to have a newborn baby.

It's not going to happen...

　He vowed to be even more invulnerable and made a final foothold.
　After blocking the heat from the skies above with the umbrella of the 《Black Shift Overlight》, he used the moisture in the air to spread ice in the shape of a magic circle. The ground was generated in the air by fleshing out the earth and wood and continuing to float with the Wind Magic 《Wind》.

　I intended to make it stronger than the ground of the labyrinth, but it won't last long. I can only use it like a parachute that temporarily slows down to make contact with the sun.

　And then, as if she had been waiting for it, Maria speaks out from the nearest flame.

'I'm tired of waiting, Kanami. That's the magic you've been waiting for at the end of The Plan. However, it's still a template, isn't it ....... Wasn't that originally planned to be combined with all the "Dimensions"?
Yeah. This Black Shift Overlight is still a work in progress. In its current state, it can't be controlled remotely, and I'll have to hit it directly with this Black Purple Smoke. But in this situation, that's enough. My magic power right now is far greater than Maria's. Moreover, I'm even prepared to make myself a substitute. There are no thoughts in this world that can't be erased.

　Imitating Maria, who had been so relaxed up to this point, I also said back with a relaxed attitude.
　Seeing me, a somewhat reassuring voice greeted me for the first time here.

''Huh, it's been a while. You're Kanami-san, who is in a hurry, desperate, full of every single one of the ...... but continues to resist. I love those dark eyes. I'm sure, Lastiara-san, too.
As I've said before, you two have bad taste. I want you to focus on the cooler stuff, as far as we're concerned.
For me, Kanami-san is really cool. It's a different kind of thing to fall in love with. ...... hey?

　We are chatting and laughing as if we were in the living room at home.
　But the situation is already different between heaven and earth.
　The sun and dark clouds.
　The sun and the dark clouds. Two widespread magic centers vying for the worst in history.

　Even now, the two magics are gradually getting closer.
　Before that contact, a light "hey?" from Maria for the last time. The rest of the greeting is thrown at my abdomen.

It's a pleasure to meet you. You are the God who has been watching over us from the shadows for so long and for so long. You are the survivor of the ancient winged race of Mr. Glenn and Shea's house, and the 'Lord of the World', Noi El Rebelur.
Don't call me that. ......

　Noi pulls back to the limit in my stomach and tries to hide.
　Apparently, unlike the Reaper, Maria is deeply uncomfortable with it.

'Don't worry. This time, you're an afterthought. I'm not really interested in God or anything like that. I'm just trying to burn with you as if you were really there.
Yeah, yeah. ......

　Noi didn't seem to be able to follow Maria's reaction, which was small and coarse, at all.
　But I can tell. I've known him for a long time, so I know he's that kind of guy.
　It's always Maria...

'I don't care about the existence of God or where the continent is going. Even the world is of secondary importance to me, because what matters is each person's feelings. Because what's important is that each of us has our own feelings. That's all that matters to me. That's all I've always wanted to do.

　Maria lives only for the sake of her true heart, which is not a lie.

　While approaching that too straight sun, I harden my heart.
　In this "Trial of the Hundred and Tenth", my feelings are communicated and taught. But I never waver in my mind, and I am determined to pretend that it all never happened.

'Kanami, ....... Just so you know, I love 'Rustyala' too, don't I?
............?

　Towards me, who had made up her mind, Maria skipped all sorts of processes and suddenly got to the heart of it all, in this situation.
　It's a word that sees through the essence of the situation, as if it's 'future vision' or 'retrograde thinking'.

"The first day I met you, I was very much swept up in 'Rustyala' - but you slept with me. It's a good thing that he was able to hold my hand as I was being pushed around for the warmth of family. ...... It was a warm hand. That's why I like Mr. 'Rustyala'. I think we all know this story by now, though.　

　He tells me about our meeting and reaffirms the 'connection' between Maria and 'Rustyala'.

　But that doesn't change my resolve.
　No, in fact, that's why.
　It's because of the "connection" between the two of them that I can "feel safe" and disappear to "compensate" myself. It's not that I don't need to be there. I can do the same thing with 'Rustyala' who disappeared with that thought.

'That's why!　Now, "Rustyala", listen to me!　Are you reading that correctly!　I like you, "Rustyala"!　Because I love it more than anyone else!　I will never forget the days I spent with you!
Wha-......!

　The sudden assertion (or appeal) of favoritism makes me impatient.

　Not in the unlikely event that this would change anything. Not even in a billion.
　Rastiara and I are the only two people who are destined to be together.
　But considering what I'm doing right now, even if the trillion is one, Rustiala's soul is likely to make a sudden change of direction, "I guess I'd rather be Maria-chan than Kanami after all..." - and this is the secret technique that will overturn my 'plan' from the ground up. I had a feeling that it was like, and I shouted back with all my might.

'No, no!　If anyone loves "Rustyala" more than anyone else, it's me!　Of course I like "Rustyala" more than you do!　I'd give up everything for 'Rustyala'!　I'll do anything!　If you ask me to make the rest of the story 'happy', I'll make it a 'happy' continuation!　If you ask me to save the world, I'll save the world!　In a nutshell, it is because of love!　Yes, if you read that my love for you, it is!　"[Aikawa Uzumi loves 'Rustyala']," as evidenced by this one sentence!　"Naturally, that love is deeper than anyone else in the world, for it has become constant and absolute, and the world's recognition of that love for 'Rustyala' is a complete 'proof' Even if death separates me from Rustyala, that true love is eternal, and I will keep looking only at Rustyala, and will go to the end of the world. ""No, I've finished deciding that I will definitely go to 'Rustyala'!"!!!

　'Rastiara', 'Rastiara', 'Rastiara'.
　At the last minute, I flipped through the book in my left hand and read my feelings about "Rustyala," the root of it all.

　Maria seemed happy to see my reaction.
　I had barely been able to catch her, the surgeon at the center of it all, as she approached the crystal-clear, pure white sun.

　--not a single trillion, she smiled with a smile that made me feel relieved.

　Maria herself seems somewhat relieved.
　I'm not sure if I've ever spoken so neatly of my love for Rustyala with Maria.

''Huh, hmmm ....... Yes, that's right!　I thought I liked "Rustyala" more than anyone else, but now Kanami beats me to it!　I admit it!　Kanami likes "Rustyala" more than I do!　Kanami wins!　I lose!

　When Maria admitted it, it felt like the heat around us had risen quickly.
　No wonder, every temperature is rising rapidly as we get closer to the sun.

'And maybe ......, my first love is also ....... The feeling that Kanami-san likes you is also ......, and now, 'Rustyala' has already won. ...... so. I've lost to both of them.

　The temperature rises as it crashes down.
　Maria lets out the heat of that feeling with a chuckle and a few words.

'-I'm completely and utterly heartbroken.

　A broken heart.
　The word was supposed to be a reddish-black negative emotion (hint).
　But now the flames are clear, the sun is white, and only a happy voice is echoing.

'Because it can't be helped!　Mr. "Rustyala" was a real mess!　You say you're rooting for me with your mouth, but then you immediately wander off!　Back and forth, back and forth!　And then, just as easily, he laid down his life!　d*mn it, she's gone!　Really, she is!　'Rustyala', you're reading it right!

　All the time, Maria has been smiling, but there has been a slight change in her smile.
　Softly, she has tears in her eyes.
　She is blaming Rustyala for leaving selfishly. No, is he scolding her? Or is he praising her?

　All I knew was that all the feelings were mixing and enhancing each other, becoming one in the pure white sun.
　That heat penetrated the "Black Shift Overlight" - the hallucinatory "Rustyala" in front of my gaze was crouched and apologetic. It must be the same for the soul inside the 'possessions' as well--

'As you heard, I lost to you both!　Sorry, it's ....... I'm sorry to "Rustyala" and Kanami, but even you two are already secondary to me. Right now, I'm only thinking about the next person I love as best I can. You can think of me as a thin-skinned, cash cow, if you like.

　The next person you love.
　Who that is is not only told from the current situation, but also from his mouth.

'There's only one other thing I love as much as anyone else. ...... Only Arti-san, who was the guardian (guardian) of the ten layers. Kanami-san doesn't care about Arti-san at all, so I've become the best. Now I will do anything for my friend Arti.

　He smiles, but also glares at me.
　I thought the way he spoke was a bit similar to the one I had for 'Rustyala'.

''--That's this 'Hundred and Tenth Trial' and magic (...) [The Ashesman's Lost and Forgotten Flame (Ultimate Liar)]''

　It was a trustworthy figure and voice that didn't lie.
　In other words, this situation is not Maria's will, but Arti's will.
　Maria's 'The Hundred and Tenth Trial' was an extension of Arti's 'The Tenth Trial'--

'Just!　Please note that I have a little bit of resentment towards the two of you for messing up my first love, too, in this fire!　Please take it all together, including the eighteenth of heartbreak, etc., etc., etc., etc.!　After all, I really, really love you, Kanami-san, 'Rustyala'!

　No, it still contains a large amount of Maria's will.
　Maria finishes shouting and I practically reject outright against the 'ordeal' for two people who don't seem to know what it means.

'I won't take it!　When I receive that fire, I 'forget'!　Magic, memory, and "Rustyala"!　There's no way I'm going to accept that!　I'm sorry, but I'm putting out all the flames!　I won't let a single spark of fire reach the 'deepest' part of the labyrinth!

　So, I'm going to maintain the Black Shift Overlight and clash with it.

　-- The sun and dark clouds approaching closer as we finish speaking.　

　We stare at each other with a wall of pure white fire and a wall of purple-black clouds.
　Conversation is at an end.
　From now on, we will compete to see who is the true ruler of the labyrinth.
　Just before we do, Maria says.

'No. I will not. I'll definitely receive it. Because it's Kanami.

　Just like I know 'Rustyala' because that's the kind of guy I am.
　It was like Maria knows me because that's the kind of person I am.

　-- and touch each other.

　The sun, trying to swallow the labyrinth, collides with my spread-out dark clouds.

　Neither of us has any physical weight.
　But the impact of the contact was tremendous, and the first thing that happened was a flash of magic burned across my vision.

　It's a spark of 'magic poison' from the contact of two foul grade magic.
　Following that, all the sounds of the labyrinth were blown away and disappeared.

　Silence.
　After the terrifying silence where nothing could be heard, a tremor struck.
　It's not an earthquake. Everything in the labyrinth was shaken by the impact, as if stars were colliding with each other - the debris and monsters that were in the distance and that were slightly holding their shape were melting and crumbling from the scorching heat as if it were an incidental matter.

　It turned into a scorching hot hell. While other superlative adjectives like inside a fusion reactor or inside the birth of the universe (the Big Bang) came to mind, I put my magic power into it.

'............!!!'

　It does its best to dam up the damage to the labyrinth, spreading the dark clouds as best it can.
　Yet the sun continues to try to keep falling without regard.

　Evenly.
　Both cancel each other out and then disappear. But soon, the sorcerer's magic restores it - and then repeats the process.

　They scrape and eat each other, and the sorcerer always continues to generate magic power.
　It's a push of magic, with only the aftermath continuing to expand.

　It's a situation I've experienced many times before.
　However, the response and weight of the best ever, the sweating doesn't stop.
　This one is spreading the magic of 'pretend it never happened' from the edge, but for some reason the process is extremely painful, painful and heavy.

　And for some reason, it's getting closer and closer.
　The sun and the dark clouds are both in the air, and they are almost controlled.
　Only Maria's body, however, was about to shift off the center of the sun and fall down.

　The distance between the two surgeons is closing in on each other.
　They were able to capture each other's images more clearly.

　But this time Maria was looking to the side for some reason, not at the servant directly below her.
　She looked next to the empty one and called out her name in a gentle voice.

'Alty-san (・・・・・・)--'

　No one is there, of course.
　But I'm caught, and I'm staring at the end of that gaze as well.

　--I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm looking for, but I'm going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm looking for.

　The figure of the old red-haired girl comes to mind, smiling bitterly and shaking her head, saying, "That's enough.

　The figure was not that of the Ten Guardian (Ten Guardian) Arti of a year ago - the Ten Guardian.
　Is it the 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Fire' Arti of a thousand years ago? He is wearing a strangely dignified outfit.
　It may be the same figure I had after I was swallowed up in the labyrinth a thousand years ago.

　When I realized that, a certain memory from a thousand years ago is recalled.
　The "Reading Shift" was automatically activated.
　That automatic magic is powerfully read thanks to someone's support - no, thanks to the "Tales of My World (Tales Last Tiara)" that "Rustyala" continues to maintain, powerfully and clearly.

　Flipping through.
　I can hear the sound of the book's pages rolling up.


"-- A thousand years ago, the great war that divided the North and the South was settled by the 'World Dedication Camp'.
　Few people lived in the world after it collapsed, and no notable characters were left to be counted on one hand.
　And yet, because of the failure to produce The Labyrinth, even the last of the Gentiles and the Apostles disappeared from this continent.
　There is only one "Stealer of Reason" left.
　I continue to wander on the curtain-ended stage, unsure of my role.
　--The only thing that continues to smolder on the continent is the "fire reason", as if forgotten by the story.
　I survived alone, and I wonder how many decades have passed since then .......
　I can't even remember that, my 'curse' .......
　Before long, the 'one who steals the reason for the fire' that was left on the continent had aged a lot. But her appearance is the same as when she was a girl. And so, with the same feelings I had as a girl, I kept preparing for it.
　--I'm not going to be able to get it right.
　That's why I was able to completely control the fire magic.
　His body skills were also honed to the limit.
　He's already a respectable continent's leading great man.
　However, after coming to this point, I've already 'forgotten' who I was trying to help.
　I forgot my real name along with my mother, which was very important to me.
　I forgot where I was now, and why I was alive.
Everyone is gone.
　The burned out ashes, so sadly a word.
　The ashes of a burned-out person seem to have said a few words of sadness, "I've forgotten about my loved one a long time ago.
　I've long ago forgotten about my loved ones. And on top of that, everyone's faces have been snatched away. I don't even know why I was afraid of 'forgetting' anymore. So, that flame in my heart doesn't flicker greatly. I wasn't that sad. By the next day, I had accepted that I had no choice.
　But I think I was a little lonely, that's for sure.
　Not being able to go with everyone else and being left out of the group by one person, just a little bit -


　I felt like I had read the important 'between the lines'.

　It was forgotten from the story.
　That wouldn't be enough of a reminder to support "Immortality".
　It is definitely one of the redeeming qualities of being able to get out of that brutal story forgotten.

　So, compared to The Unforgotten, it's just one of the many thoughts in life.
　A feeling that has wavered just a little bit over the course of a long life.
　Just because of that Arti's feelings, now Maria--

'It was Kanami-san who taught me to be so kind when I was afraid of 'forgetting'. Yes, there is no more 'curse' on Maria. So even the story of 'The One Who Stole the Reason of Fire' is just the beginning.

　In addition, Maria's sun heats up.
　For Arti, fire magic beyond the limit is exercised.

　I'm willing to forget my own memories in return.
　You can continue to be exposed to the spell of 'forgetting', including your precious love interest.

　I will use not only my flesh and blood, but also my life and even my soul as firewood.
　Let your feelings (hono-o) burn, straight, straight, straight, straight.
　Continuing the story of "The One Who Stole the Reason of the Fire", I forcefully spin the story, downward and downward.

　It doesn't stop.
　I'm convinced that even if we forget until the moment Maria is born, the flame will not stop.

　The sun behind her pulls on Maria's body as she tries to keep falling ahead of her and keep going.

'Maria--'

　I was oppressed by that resolve.
　The scaffold's magic, Woodquake Creation (Craft), disintegrated like a biscuit and melted just like the rest of the ground.

　This one's 《Black Shift Overlight》 was able to maintain. But as they are pushed, they fall together, intertwined. The sun's fall resumed.

　I couldn't stop it.
　As if I had stuck my finger into the soft mille-feuille, a hole melted open in the multi-layered labyrinth, and we fell.

　Before I knew it, I had already crossed 50 layers.
　It was as if the ground of the labyrinth didn't exist anymore, and there was no resistance.

　Normally, a labyrinth takes days of preparation and hours of time to conquer, layer by layer.
　But it is conquered and finished in just a few seconds of falling.　

　The rate of fall accelerates to match the amount of heat.
　Layer 51, 52, 53 - the inexcusable labyrinth attack proceeds.

　It is hot, heavy - and fast.
　The sun's enlargement is the largest in the history of magic, and the acceleration does not stop.

　Furthermore, 57, 58, 59 layers - and then easily surpassed the 60 layers of Nosfi's 60 layers where no one was left, followed by 67, 68, 69 layers - and then 70 layers where there are still guardians (guardians). It reaches up to.

　The 70th layer is the 'Blood Stealer' agent Fafner's blood-soaked layer.
　It was a layer that was very similar to the Blood Land, but before I could check it, everything melted away.
　Even the boss layer, which was a special field, was now a non-existent one.
　Before it could fulfill its original role, it would be annihilated without question.
　And although the monsters wandering around would become powerful and vicious if they reached this deep, they were burned and melted away in the aftermath of Maria and I's magical power competition and were forgotten.

　As it was, we continued to fall through the 77th layer, 78th layer, 79th layer - and then the 80th layer.

　The 80th layer was a hierarchy of 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Nothingness', Seldora's black stones only.
　The layers of the monstrous valley that reminded me of the 'Chie Dragon's Village' were also all melted without being able to check.
　Although that black stone was exceptionally strong, there was no reason to stop it at all.

　I silently accept that everything prepared by the progenitor Kanami (me) a thousand years ago is collapsing without mercy.
　On the contrary, it was because it occurred to me that there was a layer of reason to stop it.

　That layer is waiting for me up ahead.
　If I can hold out until then, I can turn the tide.

　Believing that, I went to the 90th layer.
　The 90th layer is the layer painted in black by Noi, the former "The One Who Stole the Reason of the Dimension".
　It's not wrapped in darkness. It is simply a stone layer painted over with black paint, but it is completely Noi's field.
　In other words, a decisive battlefield prepared for the 'one who steals the reason for the dimension'.

　Originally - and it's really only "originally" already, but the guardians of the labyrinth (guardians) have the task of training the searchers and choosing one who will save the world.
　To do so, they wait for a challenger in their own field and test them to the limit to see if they are worthy to be entrusted with the magic stone. So that decisive battlefield could assist the magic of the boss's attributes, supplement the magic power, and in some cases, arrange the layers at the will of the guardian (guardian). That function was there.

　Now, for the first time, that function - it was tricky.

　The pure white sun, which had been falling steadily, stopped after 90 layers were trapped.
　The reason was not just that this layer was the hardest and sturdiest in the labyrinth.
　It was because the dark cloud of the Black Shift Overlight I was deploying was about to show its true value in the field of the tier supplementing the dimensional attributes.
　What's more, I moved away from the ten layers of Alti, and the power relationship of the auxiliary from the labyrinth was completely reversed. So--.

So, Noi!　Not yet!　It's the only place to be!
I'm a guardian, too.　I know!

　I shouted my cue.
　Noi and I tried not to lose, and simultaneously extended our hands to the limit, facing the sun.

　Now, the power of the Black Shift Overlight had definitely increased.
　However, even in this 90th layer, the ground was already melting.

　Long ago, his vision had been painted over with all kinds of colors.
　The back of my eyelids are pitch black, but the sun's light that pierced through the dark clouds has flickered many times, and my retinas are bright red. My vision, my sense of magic, and all sorts of other perceptions are out of whack, and I don't even know what's black or white anymore.
　The sun and the dark clouds that had been colliding with each other were blending and melting together, almost turning into different events.
　At last, the distance between the surgeons became zero--


-See, Arti. It's the Kanamis.


　I heard Maria's voice right beside me.

　I had my right hand outstretched upward.
　I was holding the book at my left side.

　My right hand was warm.
　Someone's gentle hands were gently wrapped around me.

　I felt the bottom of the 90 layers slipping out of the bottom of the 90 layers when I felt a completely different kind of heat.
　Ninety-one layers, ninety-two layers, ninety-three layers - and more, falling away.

　It was settled.
　Finally, the 'Hundred and Tenth Trial' ends.