A 'meteor' pierced the labyrinth and the earth shook vertically.

　I looked off at Snow-sama's back.
　I also listened closely to her earnest cry.
　Perhaps what she was trying to say was, "Let's not rely on any one person, but let's all do our best together.

　I think it's a strong argument.
　Even I, who was born into the Radiant family and is called the most 'beastly' person in the Confederation, would be tempted to say, "You're the only one who can do this. In the first place, Snow-sama in the past had also refused to give easy encouragement, saying that he couldn't do it like everyone else.

　That selfish 'dragon's roar' resounded throughout the Confederation.
　Naturally, no one in the Confederation was ever struck by it all together.
　However, even so--

That, Mr. Snow Walker, is ......

　It's not the people of the guild in the back, but one of the 'Magic Stone Humans' (Jewelculus) who is muttering.
　Her flying 'path' seems to have caught their attention and yearned for her flying 'path'.

　The faces of the guilds lined up in the distance are also watching that infinitely descending particle of blue and green magic power (Tear Ray).
　Seeing the courage and strength that reminds them of her as a child, their faces break out - but it is the old-timers of the guild "Epic Seeker" who have expressions of determination on their faces.
　The faces of the guild 'Supreme', with whom I have a long history of association, also had similar expressions, perhaps caught in the heat of the rival guilds.

　Lord Snow's cry might have been the argument of a strong man from far above.
　But it was certainly a word (or thing) that was needed in The End of the Season Festival.

'...... style'

　I breathe a sigh of relief, "I'm saved.
　Snow-sama's true ability is only a disaster when it's on the ground.
　Probably only two things right now: "I swung my sword a little too seriously" and "I moved a little too seriously".

　Even though it's still "a bit", the scale of power is too different.
　That's why I had to stop myself from "watching", but when it was over, there were zero casualties in the surrounding area.
　Lady Snow-sama had firmly identified me as an ally to protect not only the sisters left behind by Lady Rustyala, but also the knights and priests of the Foozeyers.

　Glad for that fact, and in the aftermath of the victory and relief, the tremors of the earthquake finally calmed down.
　Then, amidst the falling particles of magic power (Tear-Ray), we saw a shadow slowly rising up.
　Unlike us, it's an apostle, trembling with rage and staring at the back of the 'hero'.

'To the Temple of the Lord!　Yes, we're in...　You people!　-- "Blood!

　The remaining Apostle Diprakra is also unharmed.
　But it was rough.
　The fact that he is unharmed makes it all the more humiliating that he was sent through next to me.

　He begins to vegetate his limbs like a 'tree man' (Doriade), as he feels.
　With every step he took, he siphoned blood from the shallow waters at his feet, bringing up every blood vessel in his body.
　The white hair, a symbol of old age, turns reddish-black.
　Furthermore, the plants and trees that were around him began to rapidly wither away, and as if in in inverse proportion, Diprakra gained vitality and gradually - gradually - became younger (・・・・・・).

　He began to walk towards the half-destroyed labyrinth alone, filled with not only magic power but also vitality.

　--This is where Apostle Di Prakula's real work begins.

　He was a figure that made me believe that.
　They don't even pay attention to their surroundings, which are in a state of turmoil.
　He ruined the 'gentle old sage' that he had built up until today and moved forward.

　I had already defeated all of the "blood knights" around me, and I was about to move in a hurry.
　However, Elmirad, who was not blinded by the 'meteor' before me, calls out to me from behind.

''The labyrinth is a temple?　There is no such thing as a shabby, dirty temple. That is the very regret of my best friend. And I'm still confused. --I'm crying. Some of it is weeping and some of it is desperately bothering me. Kanami Aikawa was such a gloomy man.
............!

　He really is a man of work.
　With his speeches and provocations, he made the 'strained' apostle look back.
　He said that he has the power to destroy the End of the Festival, and he will appeal to the dangers that cannot be left unattended.

'Elmillard Siddharqouwu ......!　Get out of my way!　What's more troublesome than a power-only priestess or the 'dragon race', you!　Disrupter of the Festival of the Endangered Species.　Brace yourselves!　Surely, divine punishment will fall on you!
'God's punishment!　That's it!　Excellent!　Hopefully, I'll be waiting for you!　Haha, I can't wait for you to come and punish me!　Next time I won't let you down, Kanami!　My 'honest' heart would love to confront you directly if possible!　Yes, thanks to you, Nosfi, I'm able to take my 'honest' feelings on board too!　Now I know exactly how you feel, Nosfi!　Canamie!　Oh, Kanami!　You're up against me!　I can't wait to beat you and see your frustrated face!　Haha, I want to see, I want to see, hey!　Hahahahahahaha!

　When Diprakra pointed to the heavens, Elmirad held out his hands as if he was waiting for the heavens.
　That gesture reminds me of the 'Stealer of the Light's Reason', Nosfi Hoozeyars, who used to brainwash us.

''You, do not speak of it lightly!　In the name of God!
'Oh, yes!　This is what 'Aikawa Kanami' said!　I haven't forgotten the promise I made to you that you could always try it!　So I'm not going to allow you to go on your own when you're not even in the game yet!　Until one day I win you over!　You can be strong, but I won't let you get away with winning!　Oh, Kanami, are you listening to me!　Do you see me not forgiving you, Kanamii!

　As soon as his fiancée Snow was gone, Elmirad was in too good of a shape.
　He was in a different direction than Diprakra, but he too was in a frenzy to be called a "Kanami believer".

　And, for some reason, Di Prakra started to compete with Elmirad's enthusiasm.

'Oh, Lord!　Please, please listen to us!　There is absolutely no need to look at these unscrupulous people!　Before you get into the hands of that, your most loyal vassal and ally, Diprakra!　This Diprakra is headed to eliminate Elmirad Siddharq and punish the wolfishers who are ravaging the temple!　May God bless us all!
Oh, it's Kanami!　Not only do you have to give me a blessing, but you have to give me divine punishment, too!　You know what I'm talking about!　Since this is a duel with the legendary Apostle-sama, I want to turn the tables from an overwhelming disadvantage!
Duel?　Haha, you're not stalling me!　I'll deal with you in a minute, you heartless!　--Woodgrowth!
Stalling?　Diprakra, what are you talking about?　You're talking as if we're bound to lose!　Let me tell you, I never fought because I thought I couldn't win!　For today, I have a feeling it's going to be a must-win against Kanami!
God's name again, don't you dare take it lightly!

　Even though they were friend and foe, it was a very breathtaking battle.
　Therefore, there was no need to swear an oath, and an atmosphere of dueling was naturally created.
　It is the unity of interest of both parties to eliminate the enemy in front of them, right here and now.

　Diprakra prayed for a desperate victory, sucking up the blood at his feet, taking away the life force around him, and continuing to layer his strengthening magic.
　Elmirado foresees a must-win, combing the fur on his own deformed arms and dominating his shimmering hair with white rainbow magic.
　Both of them took their time and began to prepare for the duel.

　They were a little stunned.
　I look at them from a slight distance, unable to mix with their unique air.
　At the edge of their vision, for a moment (...)
　I felt as if a black shadow had passed through--

Mr. Radiant!　That's good!

　I'm stopped from putting my energy into my legs to chase the quick black shadow.

　Elmirad turned his gaze away from his dueling partner and shouted a strong denial.
　He doesn't have the spare expression he had earlier, and he even shakes his head with a somewhat impatient face.

　In other words, does that mean that the one who just went to the labyrinth now is an acquaintance of Lord Siddharq?　No, no. The fact that it followed "Meteor" earlier means that Snow-sama's--

　That's right.
　This is a man who shouldn't be there. When Elmiraad showed up, he said, "I can't miss it," but the truth is - no. Don't think about it. As the Reaper said, you think badly, so you get read (・・・・).

　Immediately I stop calculating and thinking, which I'm not good at, and run up to just behind Elmirad and call out to him.

'...... I'm sorry, Sir Siddharth. It seems that my disappointment has interfered with your wonderful plans.

　There was a reason for Elmirad's eloquence so far.
　I went to the trouble of following with my eyes what he wanted to hide with such a large number of people in tow, and the exaggerated stunts he wanted to make.

'No, Mr. Radiant: ....... It's fine. I didn't indicate it beforehand, so I don't blame you. The fact that the art of countering Kanami's 'future vision' is to make a situation that no one can anticipate ...... basically assumes that everyone here and over there will be in a huge mess.

　She laughs and tells me not to worry about it and follows me around in a positive way.

　She reminds me of a young lady somehow, partly because of her long, shining hair and the magic of the white rainbow.
　I bite my lip for a variety of reasons.

''We both have a lot to regret, don't we? But for now, let's look ahead. There are many opportunities left in this 'End of the Tale Festival' to redeem your name. In particular, the great task of capturing Princess Kounell will be something only we can do.
'Princess Kounell?　By the time I defeated all the 'blood knights', they were already gone, but ....... Easily abandoning Master Di Prakra.
'That's what makes it so troublesome. If we fail to capture Quager-kun with Princess Kounel on board today, it will be very troublesome. Even if someone is able to defeat Serdra and Kanami, as long as she's on earth, the End of the Festival will be repeated as often as possible.

　While the information is being exchanged, the Apostle Diprakra continues to mutate further in front of me.

　Out of the first age, through the strange man, and even younger.
　I'm trying to reach the best individual I can think of by layering magic onto the special body I was born with - but no such thing is in my eyes, Elmirad blurts out in a voice that only I can hear.

'That 'bloodsucking' princess is Kanami's last insurance policy. After all, she was chosen by 'future vision' to be worthy of delegating everything on earth. The one who truly holds the threat of a thousand years is not the legendary apostle, but her. After all, like that tiara, she has the patience to wait until anyone who gets in the way dies in her lifetime.

　A reputation that surpasses even the mainstays of the other side, Kanami and Serdra, and is close to Kanami's sister and Saint Tiara as an example.

　I know what you mean.
　She's the only one competing on a different playing field, not in battle.
　She will use her 1,000 years of connections and financial power and use overwhelming publicity (propaganda) to make the "End of Tan Festival" a success regardless of whether she wins or loses.
　The reality that the current heroism of Lord Snow and the discrimination between 'strong' and 'weak' are just one of countless measures - the Quornell Chronicle, Shulus, Legia and Ingrid will show you the reality.

'The battle is far from over, I suppose.
'Yeah, not yet. Because things are going so well so far, we're still not over Kanami's 'plan' at all. Everything so far, including me, has been too decent (・・・・・・).
'I agree with you. It would take a much bigger accident to shake off the 'magic of attracting a convenient future' that Master Nosfi said: ......
'I have an inkling of that. But we'll have to deal with the problem at hand first.

　Out of the corner of his eye, Diprakra, who had finished his enhanced magic, was standing leisurely, as if imitating the Elmirado from earlier.

　He shook his shoulders and laughed, "Hahaha," and there was no longer a trace of the old man he had been when he was an old man.
　He was about two meters tall, and his face was a neutral, beautiful young man with long reddish-black hair hanging down, which was very eye-catching.
　However, the rest of him was so oddly shaped that being a beautiful young man was counterintuitive.
　Compared to his torso, his limbs were unusually long. There were three joints in his arms and legs, making him appear three times longer than an ordinary person. Its size ratio to its torso reminded me of an insect, and its balance was extremely poor. Blood-soaked branches and leaves grew on its shoulders, and a huge halo on its head. If I only looked at it from a distance, it might be mistaken for a tall, masculine angel, but to me it felt like a distorted monster.

　And looking at his wandering twin eyes in search of God, I doubt he even remembers his original purpose anymore.
　This is the man called Diprakra, the apostle of knowledge and moderation - what's inside (...).
　That friendly good-natured figure was probably just the 'surface skin' and role he was given at birth.

　We've heard a little bit about the apostle's history (how it happened).
　We can also guess his actual age and spiritual age.
　I feel a bit of pity for the contents that have been abandoned by their birth parents and neglected for so long that they have been distorted to this point.

　But I quickly changed my mind and shook my head.
　This content is his precious life, his pride - and it's important to us, too.

'That Lord Diprakra was trying to persuade that Lord Snow to join us, but ....... 'What are the odds against you, Sir?'

　Honestly, this figure of Lady Diprakra will be more necessary for the Kanami attack than Snow-sama's strongman argument. So, remembering that Lady Rastiara-sama left a bequest, "Not one of any one person, not one of our enemies, but 'all together'," I regain my composure.

'Now, I will pretend to start exploring the labyrinth. But hopefully, the Apostle will never be defeated, and we will continue to provoke him and successfully meet up with the Cathedral's separate squadron.
'The Cathedral's Separate Motion Unit: ....... Roger that. I just had to run some errands there.

　I sympathized with Elmirad, who implicitly confessed that he couldn't do it by himself, and decided to cooperate with him.
　I also faced the mutated Apostle Diprakra alongside Elmirad in front of the members of the guild 'Supreme' and 'Epic Seeker'.

　Around them, the 'Demon Stone Man (Jewelculus)' and the knights continue to buzz around in confusion.
　There's nothing more I can say, as Snow-sama has already exhausted his words.

　--The only thing left to do is for all of us to walk through this "End of Tale Festival" with all of our might.

　With that reaffirmation, more blood flows out of the rift in the labyrinth beyond my gaze.
　Furthermore, an even louder 'dragon's roar' can be heard.

　Apparently, it looks like it's about to begin over there as well.
　The battle between "Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)" and "Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)" is about to begin--


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　I will continue to fly.
　Across the blue sky.
　Beyond the entrance to the labyrinth.
　Free to go as far as I can, as high as I can.

　Freed from gravity and inertia, I no longer had a concept of up and down.
　I went straight through the labyrinth and continued to fly towards the 'deepest part'.

　As expected, the labyrinth was filled with plenty of blood.
　At first, it looked like the cave style labyrinth I knew was still there. However, I didn't see any monsters that I recognized, and they were all like the failed incarnations of the 'blood puppets'. Furthermore, the floor separating the layers was extremely fragile and easy to break through. So, without mercy, I broke through about 30 layers - from then on, it was a complete bloodbath.
　There wasn't even a layer of papier-mâché papier-mâché, but a huge hole filled with blood.

　I continued to fly through that hole, scraping through the blood.
　From my point of view, it felt like I was flying through an endless red sky.

　The 'Blood Land' that I heard about must have been assimilated with the labyrinth.
　I kept flapping my wings even more, thinking that I should break through it quickly.
　Ever since the activation of the "Wish on a Shooting Star (Brave Florite)", I have been accelerating. My body felt that I was breaking through the wall of the limit of 'speed' many times. If this is continental travel, then we have already flown the distance that we have reached from the Allied Nations to the 'mainland'.

　--But the red sky will not end.

　While protecting its head with both arms, it also continues to wag its tail as if it were swimming.
　Flap, flap, flap, flap--

Dad, mom, dad, listen--

　I heard voices.
　Even at this high speed of travel, I was surprised to hear a voice that was clearly audible.

'Huh?'
Why was I born? Why was I born?

　The voice asks me - no, there is a melody.
　This is a song.

　Suddenly, in a sea of blood, I began to hear a song.
　A strange song.
　It's so lilting, so cheerful, so dark and horrible, so cruel.

Â- Mother killed me. My father ate me--

　I knew it was a magical vibration (song), because I am skilled in non-attribution.

　And I also have a hunch that it's not just a magical vibration.
　This is like singing and chanting a magic name, and at the same time, it is also 'chanting'.
　Furthermore, it feels like a 'curse' that not only pays the 'price' but also takes something away.

　Without a doubt, this was the first time I was experiencing magic.
　Not only in the academy, but also in the wisdom of the 'Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)' and the experience of the explorers, there is nothing that falls under 'singing magic'.
　Perhaps it's the latest or oldest - or a magic that fulfills both.

　Fearing for his safety, he tries to fight it somehow, but soon realizes that it's useless.
　The song is propagated throughout the entire ocean of blood.
　No matter how much 'Dragon's Roar' and 'Dragon's Wind' is emitted, it will always shake your eardrums.

''So, a handled rag and a liquid mop--, the blood is bit off and used as a cleaning tool in the counting area--''

　That un-defensible song has slowly gone mad.

　I can't understand the lyrics.
　No, I could understand the meaning of each word, but I couldn't find the meaning of the lyrics.
　And the uncomfortable noise that was added to the lyrics that were just unreadable.

《--I regretfully squeezed under the floor--
■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■andthe swarm of flies.
Tell me, tell me what you want me to do, so I'll die, I'll die, I'll die, I'll die.

　A song that is filled with noise and going crazy.
　Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy beyond.


《--■■ is dead (・・・・・), because of you (・・・・・・・). Snow (...) - ■■■■■'


　I can hear it.
　Suddenly it makes sense.
　My name was called.

"----?

　It was a familiar voice. It couldn't have been.
　Because the voice was--.

"---Snow. ■■■■■. Oh, why did you go to ....... Why did you leave the village? If you hadn't gotten out, your village wouldn't have perished. No one would have died. You have killed--

　It was the voice of his flesh and blood (Chichioya), who had parted ways with him on his childhood day when he died.
　And like a circular chant, it was the '-- why?' of the relatives in the dragon's village. The voices continue to be heard and overlap.

　And that's not all.
　Furthermore, other voices pile up across the ages.

''Snow-chan. Why did you decide to become a hero?　If you don't live fast enough to seek honor and glory, you can go to ....... None of the guild members died that day. They were all killed by you--'

　The voice of the dead again.
　It's the voice of the "Epic Seeker" guild master he belonged to when he was a child.
　Naturally, the voices of the guild members who have died say, ''If only you weren't here,'' and from the back of the guild, the voices of the guild members who have died say, ''If only you weren't here.

"Hey. Why did you run to me?　If you hadn't fled to my village, no one would have targeted you. We were caught up in a struggle for you, and we--'

　The voice of a good friend lost in the past.
　That's the voice of the little village girl from where I had fled from the Walker house.
　Of course, the villagers who were killed in that moment are also saying, 'They died. They died because of you.

　The vibrations filled the entire red sky.
　There is no escape.
　Even if you cover your ears, it's useless.
　The vibrations continue to pound my body from all directions.

　I looked around, looking for the source.
　There was no more labyrinth-like atmosphere at all.
　The red-tinted sky - no, this was the bottom of a sea of blood, and I could see many of the 'blood dolls' that died because of me drifting and writhing, spewing spells all the time.

　To cool my heat and momentum up to this point.
　Mock me for playing hero on earth (above).
　The people who died because of my failure continue to blame me.

　Now, I can say that my flight is the highest speed in human history.
　And yet, I couldn't shake off the 'blood puppets' around me.
　I flew and flew and flew, but the red sky kept getting narrower and narrower, and the Blood Puppet kept getting closer and closer.

　It was an unusual feeling of entrapment.
　The blood dolls' hands were reaching out.

　Even though I was so far away, they easily grab my legs as I fly so fast.
　And then down.
　I'm not soaring upward, but sinking downward, the voice that tries to drag me down to my ruined home.

"If it weren't for you, we'd be alive. "If it weren't for you, we'd be alive and happy.
"............

　I didn't try to shake it off.
　I didn't even pretend to listen.

　-- because their hands are warm.

　I've always listened to this degree on my own, without any mental magic.
　I've been confirming this for many years of my own volition.
　Therefore, I nodded a short 'yes' and then responded to the voice.

' -- I couldn't protect it. I couldn't save them. A lot of people died because of me.'

　It's a fact I can't change.
　I can't pretend that the hand that grabbed my leg didn't happen.

They'll hate me. They hate me. I'll be d*mned until the day I die.

　This is another fact that can't be 'escaped'.
　That's why I couldn't fly away until I met Kanami and Rastiara.

Even so, I want to do my best. I don't want to give up, I want to face the sky. Because I'm sure the people I know and love don't want to see me cowering. The people I know and love don't want to see me crouched down, they want to see me flying forever, I believe that, yes, I believe that--

　My friends had taught me that the world is not full of spells.
　That's why I felt that now I could hear even a faraway, ethereal voice.
　That's because...

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. You're the real hero we've all been looking for, so I hope you'll be happy for me, Snow. --

　Is it a convenient 'auditory hallucination'?
　Or is it a 'connection' of the soul?

　No one will ever know.
　It's just my choice.

　But I do remember that there were people who said that to me.
　There were people who died and entrusted me with their thoughts.
　Because I continue to believe that those people who loved me believed in me, and I continue to believe in them.

'I'm sorry!　I'll fly for all of you!　So please, keep cursing me!　Don't let go of me, please!

　I shouted that and increased my ability to fly further.
　Not to be caught and pulled, but on the contrary, stronger and higher and higher, trying to drag it away.
　Up, up, up, up, up, up, and I will keep flying.
　I'm going to fly until this body burns itself out, I'm determined to--.


"-- Oh (...), Mr. Snow (・・・・・)--


　It was as if I heard a completely new vibration apart from the magical songs and voices I had heard so far.
　It was a voice that said, "I've always believed in me, and I've always believed in what I am believed in".
　My closest, gentlest, most nostalgic voice came back to me and said

　--I broke through.

　With the feeling of breaking through one more soft wall, the red sky clears at once.

　And then, filling my vision, a wall of black stone.
　In the center of it all, a man was standing, surrounded by a pile of books.
　The blue-haired 'dragon man' (Dragon Newt).

　In other words, this is--.

　Immediately I take stock of the battlefield.
　It's vast and dimly lit anyway.
　The height is about 20 layers of the labyrinth.
　The width is so far away that it's impossible to see.
　If I observe the black stone walls in the sky - no, if I observe the ground of the labyrinth, there are traces of vitrified and burned out areas here and there.

　I am more proud than horrified by the scars of that fierce battle.
　Because they are the remnants of my sister-in-law, Maria Walker.
　So I can be sure of that.

　-this is the 99th layer.　

　I answer and return my gaze.
　The man standing in the center of the room is about to unfurl his wings, which are as huge as mine.
　I meet the man's eyes.
　At the same time, my throat trembles.

''-- Magic 《Fly Los Sophia》''
The magic of the Fly Los Angeles.

　The vibrations (koe) of the magic name passed through his shoulders and back, causing his spread wings to tremble loudly.
　The high speed vibrations caused the outline of the wings to blur.
　It emits high heat and spirals out of control.
　It has become a vibrating weapon that destroys at the touch.

　--I've mutated into 'dragon wings' for combat, not for flight.

　Furthermore, on my end, not only my wings, but my limbs also change.
　The smoke of blood rising from my skin became 'dragon scales', protecting me like a basket hand (gauntlet) or shin pad (legace), and the limbs inside became enlarged like Sera-san and Elmirado.

　The mutation of both of them, the aftermath of the process alone would spew out a shock in all directions that rivaled the advanced magic of 《Dragoon Wave》 and 《Impulse Howling》.
　In terms of scale, this is a power that would lightly blow away the allied nations.
　That's why I've been accumulating them up to this point.
　I've been accumulating and accumulating and accumulating...

　--I'm releasing it now.

　I'm going to jump and kick with the momentum of The Meteor!

'Serdraa!　Evil, demon, demon: ----!

　Serdra laughed at that, and then--

'Haha!　Hahahahaha!　Ahhhh, ah hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!　I could hear you loud and clear!　That's it!　That's right, I'll get ready to brace myself and stand in the way, too!

　Acceptance.
　'Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)' and 'Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)' collided with each other.

　The shock wave, which lightly surpasses all the vibrations up to this point, fills the 99th layer.
　It's like a meteorite fall, and all the air in the large space is pushed away...

　It became silent.
　It felt like time had stopped.

　Then, a beat later, the 99 layers began to shake and move.
　Naturally, not just the ground, but all of space was shaken wildly back and forth, back and forth, side to side.
　The pile of books around Seldra was shattered, and a large crater was created on the stone ground to which he had attached his feet.

'----!'

　Shallow.
　I had intended to create a wind tunnel in the stars.
　And yet, a crater only about a meter deep has been created in an area only about the size of a city.

　The ground was unusually hard, even if the seldom-used Seldra offset it in between.
　But that hardness tells me that I'm up ahead.

　I'm there, and I'm protecting it.
　A thousand years ago, the Queen of the North - the man who protected your sister, Titi - is here.
　Now, the King of the World - the man who protects you, Kanami.
　The Dragon Newt, the man who can proudly claim to protect the two, is now standing in the way.

　This Seldora Queen Fillion is a legend.
　This man will surpass me, who acted as a legendary hero on earth, in every sense of the word (・・・・・・・).

　The seldom-named Seldra catches my flying kick and laughs with a happy "Hahaha".
　At the same time, he also laughs with a frustrated "kuhahaha".
　He seems to be enjoying everything, and he continues to make up a very tactful "haha, kuhuhuh, kuhuhuhuhu, huhuhuhu, huhuhuhuhu" as if he's enjoying himself.

　I could sense that this man, too, had failed again because it was me.
　The curse, which is incomparable to the curse I just gave him, must have broken his heart.
　So, I can understand why he wants to continue to make it easy for him to be swept away.

''Serdra!　You're the gatekeeper protecting Kanami!
'Yes, my Descendants!　No, the 'Celdragons of the Village' are the descendants!　One of this most lustful race, Seldra Queenfillion, has been entrusted by the gods to be the gatekeeper of the 99th layer!　Know that if you don't defeat me, the 'most powerful' creature, you don't deserve an audience with our God!

　As he introduces himself, he is the 'strongest' of the 'stealers of reason'

　-- that's why I'll do it.

　Snow Walker, who has been on the run against "The One Who Stole Reason" up to this point, finally defeats Seldra Queenfillion, the "One Who Stole Nothing".
　I want you to read the conclusion to this story. I want you to see it. I want you to know.
　I want you to know that I have been preserved to this day for this moment, now!

Good eye!　The 'Blood Land''s spiritual interference hasn't deflated at all!　I'm so sorry, Neisha!　This love-like descendant, Snow Walker, was destined to fight me!　By the holy 'purple thread' of our God, eh!

　My body, which had lost the momentum of the 'meteor', floated softly.
　Immediately, I twisted my body and swung my right arm wide.

''That's why I'm going to blow you away!　Serdraa!
'Oh!　Come on, I'm serious!　If you're really a 'hero', then what the hell!

　It's because my opponent is Seldora.
　For the first time in my life, I was able to really punch him in the face.