Goooo.
　I can hear the world's sweetest sleep.

　Finally, Snow-san is unconscious.
　She seems to be relieved that I only showed her half of my body.

　However, my body has already passed the end stage of 'demonization'. I just managed to move it around by using poison to 'numb' my sense of pain. On top of that, I don't have a heart in my chest. If I'm not careful, that alone will kill me. I'm relieved that I was able to cheat my way through that eye-covering condition.

　-- and when I finally get serious, I give a wicked smile.

　You'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for.
　Seldora, with the "black threads" entangled in both arms, is forced to turn around.

　The man had an even more wicked smile on his face than I did.

''Kuhaha, hahaha!　You're the real powerhouse?　You got to say it, Glenn!

　A voice that seems to be laughing at the misunderstanding of the poor little featherworm.
　But at the same time, the voice is laughing at me, delighting in my big words.

　Laughing and laughing .......
　I don't even know what's fun anymore and I'm beginning to lose myself .......

　It's the same symptom as the Lord Nosfi-sama, who was the Lord (Aruji) for a time.
　And the same symptoms that are severely exacerbated when dealing with someone in particular.

　Thanks to Snow's 'discussion', I'm sure of it.
　Serdra sees us siblings as 'affinity' partners and treats us with affection (...).
　That's why I declare to Seldora with all my strength in my words and 'black thread'.

'Yes, I am the 'strongest'. I am never a man (scum) like you.

　Right now, a blond-haired, blue-eyed man is constructing a complex magic construct from the corner of my eye.
　The man's name is Fafner, the former 'The One Who Steals Blood's Reason'.
　He's using his specialty of fresh blood magic, he's surrendering multiple dimensional wizards on his body, and he's simultaneously using the Deforto and Connection. Other than Kanami-kun, this would be a trick that only Fafner could do.
　The voice rises as he continues to pull on the 'black thread', not wanting to let it interfere with him concentrating all his nerves.

'Alright, the door is connected!　Glenn, Mr. Serdra asked for it!　I'll go ahead and get Kanami-san on the first 100 layers...
"--Neil (...)

　But there were two voices that were raised.

　Just before Fafner passed through the constructed magic gate.
　The voices of those two categories echoed.

''----?''

　Fafner's eyes widened underneath his crumpled bangs and he was surprised.

　He turned his gaze to his feet.
　The ground was muddy from the fierce battle between Snow and Serdra beyond human understanding. Before he knew it, a bright red puddle had spread there.
　Furthermore, a red arm had grown out of the surface of that puddle of blood and had already finished grabbing Fafner's ankle.
　A sing-song-like call resounded.

""--Aha, Neil. Beautiful, pathetic, fragile Neil Lorelei. Do you not hear the song of the dead anymore? Then let us find them all. With me, falling with this lullaby--

　Fafner looked happy for a moment, as if the tone of his voice was familiar to him.
　But he immediately frowned and shouted with hostility.

''Heh, Helmina-san, not ......!　You!
"'I made a mistake. He also misheard his childhood friend and his beloved sister substitute. It's not me. Of course it wasn't. Because he doesn't even know her name. A single introduction, etc., to him is ......"-- hey (...), guru (...). But that's you, isn't it?　Guru, you too forgot to introduce yourself, Lady Tiara. ............, ...... I'm sure you can hear me even if you're concentrating on magic, but you've been silent the whole time. Ahaha, ahahaha!　That's what you're saying!　Oh, this is going to be so much fun!　Ahahahahahahaha--!

　A strange sneer and a strange conversation.
　Stretching out an arm from the pool of blood and peeking out her face was a dark-haired, red-eyed woman.

　I knew it, but she (...) was waiting for me.
　Her voice and face had changed, but I couldn't mistake her for someone else.
　She is the last 'blood doll' born from 'Blood Land'.
　The girl who was chosen by Kanami-kun as a countermeasure against Fafner and called herself a 'cleaner'.

''d*mn, this--!

　Fafner snorted when that cleaning lady interrupted him.
　He had a look on his face that said it was none of your business.

　But that's not true.
　I spoke with her a few days ago on the deck of the "Living Legend" that floated on that "Blood Land".
　Because of the thousand-year barrier, she and I were able to talk to each other without hesitation and from the heart.

　With this empty heart filled with "Hermina Neisha", I spoke with her, not taking anyone's side.
　So, I shouted.

'Fafner!　I knew it!　As soon as you dress up, Elle, nothing is ever going to go as planned!　But that's it!　That's a good thing!　The path is just as Mr. Snow showed me!　You, too, your tangled fate!　Drag it out (・・・・・・・), but go (...)!

　He delivered that vague advice as it welled up from his stomach.

　Fafner took it in and, severely bewildered, compared his feet and the magic gate (connection) over and over again.

　Kanami-kun can't be left alone. But the cleaner-chan, who was waiting here, couldn't be left alone either, considering what was to follow.
　Fafner hesitates and finally trusts my advice and nods back emphatically.

'----!　Oh!　But don't die before I do!　Don't let me die, Glenn!

　I shouted back my request, as if to say instead.
　In other words, he'd like to heal my body after this "End of Tan Festival" was over.

　With that last cry, Fafner was dragged into a pool of blood.
　I shake my head, "I'm sorry," as Fafner's entire body sinks along with the cleaner-chan, and I look away.

　And there are only two of us standing on the 99th layer of the battlefield.
　I face Seldra one-on-one and stare at her with a strong killing intent.

　In contrast, Seldra was terribly relieved.
　The cleaner-chan stopped Fafner. A pool of blood spread under the remaining 《Connection》 door, and I patted my chest, confirming that I was the one closest to it.

　He has an expression like it's no big deal to be connected to my 'black thread'.
　With that generous amount of time, Seldra speaks to me in a relaxed manner.

It's a good thing that you're not the only one. I'm sure there are many things I would like to say, but first, let's talk about one thing. Why didn't you cooperate with your sister to fight?

　The first thing I heard in the opening was our tactics.
　I really didn't want to exchange words, but I complied in spite of Mr. Snow.

'That was the plan. I was confident that the two of us could beat you to a pulp. ...... but on the way out, Snow-san decided he should let you fight alone and use you as bait.

　The brother and sister combination is perfect.
　That's the best tactic.
　There is no doubt that the other side's "plan" foresaw the future as well.

　But I couldn't choose that path.
　That's because Mr. Snow was desperately trying to persuade Seldora.

　While pretending to help in that persuasion, the assassination of the gap was .......
　After seeing Snow-san's back, I just couldn't choose.
　It was too sweet (・・・・・・・・) and easy for all of us (・・・・・・).

'You mean you put Fafner ahead of his sister?　He's a thin-skinned brother. He may have been on the lookout for a surprise attack from the cleaner (Naysha) guy, but it was a complete mistake. That guy has only been obsessed with Fafner from the beginning. ...... or rather, he's the kind of guy who'd be happy to see me lose, you know?
'I know. Because I'm the one who reminded her of the misdeeds of Seldra Queenfillion.
What?　...... So that was it. Then all the more so. You guys are really too sloppy with your information sharing, aren't you?　Including the ones on the ground, everyone is scattered and disjointed. They're not breathing well. That's why each one of them is destroyed like this. If I were the general over there, I'd be yelling at them.

　While looking at Snow, who is sleeping soundly behind me, Serdra advises him.
　It seems that no matter how much killing spirit is beaten from me, he has no intention of changing his half-hearted companionship perspective.

'No, our leader is excellent. They believed that I could go beyond Seldora by myself. That's why I'm standing here, all by myself.
'Hou ....... So you think you can fight me head on and win. That's good news. That's good news. Haha, more fun.

　Serdra looked a little less warlike after her victory over Mr. Snow. But he heard good things, and with a deepening smile and wariness, he walked over to us.

　With Fafner being taken away by the cleaner-chan, he doesn't seem to have to worry about his back anymore.
　I mutter to myself at the sight of his happy face.

'It's just a mouthful (・・・・). We've always been just mouths, Serdra.

　Blurting out.
　Without saying a word to anyone, I let out a really small voice and go out to intercept it.

　I flap my "black thread", which is originally a wing, and with a shiver, I try to cut off my enemy, Serdra.
　In doing so, what is emitted is a monstrous sound like an inaudible scream.

'--------' ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ------------------------ ugh. ！！！！

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　It's a good idea to put a vibration into the black thread and pull it towards you with all your might - at the same time, Seldora also kicked the ground.
　I'm sure he's planning to destroy the timing before his arms are cut off.
　It was a horrible acceleration, but my left eye, which has mastered the insect-based "witching" system, can keep up with it.
　My physical abilities are also lacking because I'm past the end of my 'demonization' phase.

　I kicked the ground just like Serdra while discarding the eye patch that I would never need again.
　In order not to involve the sleeping Snow-san, I first took a large step away and retreated back.

　The fight had begun.
　For the two of us, it was also the resumption of the battle that was interrupted in 'Blood Land'.
　At that time, we were intercepted by Kounel of the "Bloodsucking Species", but here we would never have her help.

　In order to settle the matter, she retreated and manipulated the special "Black Thread" like a limb while retreating.
　I don't just pull it, I let it slacken, make it dance, complicate its entanglement, and then pull it in the opposite direction to where I am.
　If you close the distance between us, the arms of Seldora, the tangled arms of The Black Thread, will be cut off - the arms of Seldora will be cut off.

I don't see the problem with this. The soul may be whittled away, but it won't reach the point of severance.

　But Serdra ignored the flesh of both arms as they were scraped off.

　The flesh sneakily flew off, bleeding profusely as if a blood balloon had burst, exposing the white bones of both arms. It was as if the large bony flesh had been scraped clean with a knife.

　However, in the next moment, the scattered fresh blood turned into a red mist that clung to the white bones.
　Furthermore, in the next moment, as if he had cast a powerful recovery spell for a long time, he had returned to his original muscular arm.

　Instant recovery.
　It was a phenomenon that should be called that.
　It wouldn't just be because it was a 'reason-stealing thing' that possessed the 'technique' of 'immortality'.

　Obviously, the blood that was scattered was unusual and was caged with a density that could be called 'dragon blood'.
　The density was abnormal, and one could tell at a glance that it was blood that had condensed into a layer of condensation.

　From the fight with Snow-san earlier, I know that everything about Serdra is more than meets the eye.
　With that one body, it could essentially cover all of the Allies.
　With a drop of its blood, it would be able to provide all the flesh and blood of an ordinary person.
　As for its soul, it has accumulated countless karma and is on the verge of being transformed into another realm.

　Hence, as much as his arm would be blown off, it wouldn't cause Seldora to be upset.
　She doesn't care about the damage, and rushes straight at me while laughing.

''Kufu, hahahahaha!
'Awesome!　But, Seldraa!

　Then just increase the number of them.
　Four as many as the number of wings on a bee - not just four, but more than ten through mutation and cutting, the "black thread" shot out of the sleeves of both clothes as if they were arrows.

　In this rather large space, there are few places where the threads can be successfully trapped.
　But if it's me, who has been transformed into a 'demon', there's no problem.
　It's because I'm a winged man that I can fly and manipulate everything in the air with dexterity.

　--You can't get away from the fact that you're not going to be able to get a good deal more than you want.

　If he rushed straight towards the net-like 'black thread' like this, Serdra would be cut to a fine powder, including his head.
　That seems to be a bad idea, and while taking an evasive action, Seldora dropped back - aiming at the place, and letting the 'black thread' that was unraveled in the form of a net chase after it.

　Serdra continues to choose evasion.
　Although it is a huge body that seems to be slow and heavy, it successfully sews through the gaps in the ten 'black threads' and dodges them.
　The footwork from the 'body arts' of successive battles is quiet, and like Kanami-kun, the movements are minimal.

　However, it doesn't duck all of them neatly, and some of the flesh has been shaved off.
　I point out the damage.

''That's a hit, Serdra!　You've been weak ever since we fought in Blood Land!　Was that great transcontinental triumph so delightful!
Oh, I'm finally weak!　But if I'm dealing with you, who have pulled out the magic stone from The One Who Steals Blood's Reason, this is fair!　As you can see, it's not a body that would originally go down after being cut a bit!

　The ten "black threads" continue to rage like a whirlwind.
　High-pitched monstrous sounds echoed in ten layers, and then the hard ground was torn apart in ten places at once, one after another.
　But Seldra replied that there was still plenty of room.

　It's not a lie.
　Probably, even if you let this large space bleed enough to fill it up, it won't be a fatal wound.
　I know the life force of that joke of a 'dragon man' (Dragon Newt) better than anyone else.
　That's why you can also see exactly why Seldra's breathing is slightly ragged.

　--depleted.

　His magic power is diminished from the last time we fought. The damage has accumulated. The skin is soft.
　Especially the mind.
　Your mind is weak.　
　It's not that I was comfortable fighting Mr. Snow.

　The last time we fought in Blood Land, Serdra was even stronger.
　The battle was even more fierce.

''Then I will only use the Black Thread to cut you down until you're gone!
"Haha, that's a good one!　I don't know if I'm going to die before that!

　Thanks to the opportunity Snow created for me, I was able to successfully amputate my limbs several times - but I was soon recovering.
　Blood and flesh scattered and then a red mist filled the air and he was back to normal.
　Serdra would occasionally try to get within striking distance of a blow with his circus-like fury. But I build a wall with the 'black thread' to prevent it.

　--I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.

　It's not going to last that long.
　Serdra is slowly getting used to the wild dance of the "black thread" and is beginning to treat it unharmed.
　Every time you repeat the repair process, the black thread, which is supposed to cut off everything, also becomes harder to pass through.

　Without a doubt, Serdra is getting weaker.
　However, it does not mean that the 'adaptation' has been lost.
　Earlier, Seldora said that Kanami overruled him with 'escape' - that is, the power to 'adapt' increases or decreases depending on Kanami-kun's convenience.

　Confirming its variable and complex characteristics, I feel my planned tactics crumble one by one.
　Naturally, my face tightened.

　Serdra, in contrast, remained with a spare face.
　She even had time to lick the liquid on her own skin while avoiding it and analyze it.

'............. Hey, Glenn. Is your confidence in this planted 'Immortal Killing Poison'?　You've been eager to get this inside me for a while now.

　I read through one of our aims and point it out.
　Seldora is right, my 'black thread' is coated with plenty of poison.

''But it's useless without the power of 'The One Who Steals Blood's Reason' [never to return]. After all, I've gained resistance to all kinds of poisons in just one year of life. If that's the poison that cost me my family, this one is also the one that cost me my family. See, spontaneous detoxification in a few seconds. Different levels of immunity.

　On its own, it won't work anymore.

　But that's fine.
　I'm not going to follow Seldra's advice, as if it were a parent.
　The poison attack will continue until I die - and I will further double the number of 'black threads' and fill the entire 99 layers with black lines that look like a child drew them in a circle.

'So hey!　Hahaha!　I'm telling you it doesn't work, no matter how much you go in!

　Seldra laughed and avoided that futile footsteps, and the accidental wounds she received instantly healed.
　My poison can't even make her feel bad anymore.

''No. (...) --''

　Still, it works.
　If you aim at the wound, it will work.

　Even now, as I fight, I can see it clearly in Seldora's huge, unharmed frame.
　The mental wound Snow made for me is huge.
　It's because I had the same wound that I was carrying that I was able to aim and paint over it.

　--The sword is connected to the sword, and the 'real hero' will appear.

　I've been listening to that Tiara-sama's 'prophecy' since I was born, and I've been 'escaping' from the Walker family because they kept wanting me to.
　I gave up at the end and pushed everything on to someone convenient - Kanami-kun and Rowen-san.

　I'll never forget my battle with Rowen Ares, the one who stole the logic of the earth, in the quarterfinals of the Dancing Tournament. I deceived the 'strongest' 'hero' and yet I trembled and cowered against an overwhelmingly powerful opponent, abandoning the match and giving in.

　What happened to Rowen Alais after that is a famous story.
　I too watched in the audience as he shook off the 'strings' of the Transcendents.

'Oh, ...... to the wound. It worked, I'm .......

　Kanami and Ms. Snow weren't the only two people Ms. Rowen had entrusted to her.
　There's more. All the people who saw it that day. Or rather, all of them who were involved.
　And I'm in the middle of it.

　I was defeated by Rowen Ares, the one who stole the logic of the earth.
　That's why I'm going to beat Serdra Queen Fillion, the thief of nothingness.

　Even if it is the 'worst' form of the 'worst' that anyone has ever planned.
　This overly tame and unpleasant 99-layered battle will end quickly.