The black thread will continue to hold.

　No, it lingers on.
　The burden caused by the "demonization" continues to eat away at my body.
　Although I was able to temporarily repair the damage with the treatment, my condition was already worse than when I was in Blood Land.
　Nearly half of my body has turned into a monster, and there are almost no human-like parts left.

　Just by repeating the attacks, the crust-like skin cracked and cracked and then self-inflicted.
　Blood flowed out of the gaps, and the body turned red.

''Hah, hah, hah ......!

　I'm out of breath.
　The sharpness of the body also drops.

　However, Serdra just continues to avoid them and does not give any special pursuit at all.
　He doesn't even use magic, let alone the power of the "Dragon Man (Dragon Newt)".
　I know why because I stole a look at the fight between Seldora and Snow-san beforehand.

　--I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them.

　Hence, he's worried about me and goes out of his way to keep a large distance and stop the fight.
　Giving us time to catch our breath, I repeat my advice.

'............!　Hey, Glenn!　What are you holding out on!　You're going to die if you don't!　Are you sure?!

　Quick to pay attention.
　You look up to see how they look.
　I know. I know I'm on my own.

　I don't need to be warned that my time is running out.
　I'm sure you're not the only one who's been warned that your time is running out.

　--That's why I need to be sure.

　I also interrupted the fight and put my hands down.
　I let all the 'black threads' rest on the ground and begin to speak.

'Hah, hah ....... Oh, Seldra ....... As you read it, I have a back hand. It's the backhand that goes back to the Walker family: .......

　Just like Fafner risked his life against Kanami in Blood Land.
　I'll have to risk my life to do the same.

　Seldora bites into my story, with a smile on his face.

"An inside job?　...... So, you mean the secret depths of ......!　Haha!　I knew I was holding out!　That's good!　Good to hear!　Sounds fresh and delicious!
The Walker family recruited promising children from all over the world and incorporated them into their blood ....... Their power was sharpened like a sharp blade as they mated. ......

　I breathe and prepare myself while talking as if I were continuing Snow's story.
　Serdra swallowed and rejoiced at that, and sneered.

'Hey, hey, hey!　Great, Walker house!　It's more entertaining than I ever imagined, especially with the skills that Snow wears that are not typical of a dragonborn (Dragon Newt)!　I can't help but wonder why this didn't happen a thousand years ago!　Hahaha!

　That's what I've thought for a long time.
　They are such a greedy, shameless, means-tested family, and yet they have only a thousand years of history.
　I know what that means now, "exactly 1,000 years of history".

No, the Walker family has been around for a thousand years under a different name: ....... Just that saintly Lady Tiara is the one who took that whole thing and remade it into the four great aristocracies it is today ....... There has been our bloodline since a long, long time ago, indeed .......
What?　...... Tee, a tiara?

　Seldora's expression changed and twisted at the sudden name that came out of nowhere.
　It was an amused face, so I continued to talk about Tiara-sama as I prepared.

''The noble Walker family, created and named by Lady Tiara, had certain family traditions and roles. ...... As you know, it was to find 'heroes' in the Confederacy.

　The Walker family would not be the only bloodline that was played with by Lady Tiara a thousand years ago.
　All of the noble families on the continent are 'figments' of Tiara-sama, the victor of a thousand years ago.

　Before departing, Fafner, who was well versed in the history of a thousand (...) years ago, confirmed the traces of this.

"The successive heads of the Walker family continued to aim. They didn't know why they needed 'real heroes' and tried to produce them from the family ....... Desperately, they followed the 'prophecy' ....... It's like a traditional ritual ....... Don't you think you've heard this story before somewhere?　Hey, Serdra.
...... are you talking about the rituals in my hometown?

　That's right, I nodded.
　The bloodline of all the 'mainland', both the hidden villages and the nobles, was a certain ritual.
　Just like Serdra's birthplace and the Fillion family.

The only thing is, in the end, no 'real hero' of the Walker family's satisfaction ever appeared ....... It's obvious. It's a good thing that you're able to find a true hero, because Tiara knew from the beginning that there was no real hero anywhere, and made it part of her family's motto. You can't find them no matter how hard you try.
'Well, if there is a 'real hero', it's our God - or, given Tiara, Las Tiara?　Either way, it was a presence that appeared on its own without doing anything. It really was a useless ritual.
No....

　Serdra nodded curiously and tried to commiserate with him.
　But he quickly denied it.

'You know as well as I do that none of it was in vain, don't you?　Thanks to Mr. Snow, there was no more room for error. All blood paths led to a single path. The depth of that blood exceeded even a thousand years of history. Hence, Glenn 'Walker' would simply walk on, no matter what trauma awaited him in the future. --Seldra Queen 'Fillion' will do the same, right?
'Glenn ......?　What are you talking about?　Why are you telling us that now, ......?

　Seldra looked puzzled by the way he closed his story, which was too vague.

　It's not like he didn't know what I was talking about at all, I guess.
　It's just that Seldra doesn't want to be entrusted with anything anymore, doesn't want to know, doesn't want to think about it.
　I could tell that he had given up on even just walking, because I could tell that he had already given up--

Now, I'm going to show you the culmination of the Walker family. I will engrave it on you and teach you.

　I declared a major move to make one last check.

　Time is almost up.
　I hurriedly poured the last magic power into the 'black thread' hanging on both arms that I lowered.

''Ah, ah!　Do it!　Let me see the culmination of this futile ritual!　No matter what the 'cost' is, I'll eat, taste and enjoy it myself!

　Serdra dismisses his thoughts and refocuses on the fight.

　It's probably because she thinks it's all for nothing now.
　I don't care about myself, I'm rushing this fight.
　Seldora was even more rushed to life than I was in the face of death.

'Oh, eat (...) ......, Seldra ......!
Come on!　The man who claims to be the most powerful man of our time, Glen Walker!　Seldra Queen Fillion, the 'strongest' dragon man (Dragon Newt) of a thousand years ago, shall receive and stand!

　Serdra happily responded to my shout.
　I immediately activated all the traps I had set up.

''-- Magic 《Earthquake Black Vein (Dark Pulse)》!

　The name of the trap is Earthquake, an earthquake magic.
　99 layers of ground shake.
　It's the most advanced magic among the only earth attributes that were appropriate for me. I use the 'black thread' to amplify it.

　The reason why I stopped to talk about my parents' house for a long time is not just for a break. I needed time to glue the 'black thread' to the ground and let the magic build and permeate.

''-- 'Hold on to it, O trembling wings of pollyworm poison!

　I added "chanting" and called it "wings".

　Originally, the "black thread" was not a thread, but a lacerated wing.
　The lines on the wings of insects are called wing veins, and have a role in transporting body fluids.
　Using the role of those wing veins, the "magic stone line (line)" "technique" is utilized to make the "black thread" crawl on the ground, spreading, flowing and controlling it everywhere.

　--In other words, the magic 《Earthquake Dark Pulse》 is a magic that makes this 99 layers of wide ground into the wings of Glen Walker.

　But it doesn't fly (or fly). It's an insect with its wings being picked back.
　Even so, it shakes and shakes the ground greatly like the 'dragon's roar'.

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

　An earthquake accompanied by the vibration (chirp) of the "sound of bugs' wings" occurred.

　Its magic does not only break the enemy's stance with the shaking.
　The vibrations via the black thread disrupt every position in its range.
　It collapses the magic, collapses the body, and collapses the enemy's soul itself.

　It's a first sight and inevitable, even for an experienced Seldora.

'............?　Crap, gu--

　Seldra grunted as she couldn't fly well with the 'Dragon Wind' and 'Dragon Wings'.

　With Glenn Walker's wings (wings), he restrained Seldra Queen Fillion on the 99th layer of wings.
　And next.
　Continuing on, he gathered his black wing veins (shimmying) towards the enemy that was unable to move.
　While also condensing the vibrations into one place (seldora), the 'black thread', which is a deadly weapon, is also brought closer.

　Anticipating what is to come, Seldora also scrambles to escape.
　I shuddered even more, wondering if I should let him.
　I squeezed out all of my life and soul and continued to amplify the magical vibrations.

''Crash eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee---!　---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ------------------------- ... ugh. ！！！！

　The fierce 'sound of pollywogs' with their throats, wings and souls trembling.

　It would be impossible to use it on earth.
　If you are an ordinary person, the mere mention of it will cause your brain to go haywire.
　Just the mere touch of vibration causes the soul to crumble.

　Due to its vicious magic, Serdra was unable to flee and was cut off by the 'black thread'.
　Following that, the wing veins stretched out on the ground floated away.
　It wriggles like a tentacle with a will, and wraps around Seldora, who has a will but can't move.

　-- The countless 'black threads' were woven together like a birdcage.

　Seldora seemed to have decided that he couldn't escape anymore, and while protecting his head with both arms, he put all his strength into his body and took a stance.
　With a defensive stance that was left to his own 'dragon scales' and 'adaptation', he continued to moan.

''Ugh!　Kuh-uh-uh-uh--!
-------- ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... -- ------------------------ ugh. ！！！！

　Relentlessly, he continues to catch them with the "sound of bugs' wings".

　And it was successful.

　Now, perfectly, we have captured Serdra within the magic Earthquake Dark Pulse.
　All that's left is to break down the enemy's thick defenses with every fiber of your being and put a stop to it.
　The "Black Thread" has the power to do this. It's a blade made of blood and honed for the purpose of defeating this dragon.

　Most importantly, because of this desperate attempt to become a demon, I found myself gushing with the most magical power of my life. Everything I've done up to this point has paid for itself, and my power is growing.
　The only thing that matters is that the man who calls himself a "real hero" in this day and age will be able to overcome the "strongest" of a thousand years ago.

　At the end of the battle for his life.
　Just like a heroic story. Finally.
　Finally, I can kill the "worst" guy in the world.
　I'm going to take advantage of that good vibe (・・・・) and end it all--

-------- ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ------ ----------------------- Ha, ha-- ------------- Haha, -------- --Oh (...) --" ---- ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ---------- ... ------ ------------------------- ... ugh. ！！！！

　The vibrations that mingle.

　Seldora's demise.
　It's okay to laugh.
　The problem is the next one.
　Serdra said, "Oh," and took a breath.
　It's definitely now.
　I've confirmed that.

'You ......, Seldora ....... This d*mn .......

　So my hand stops.
　With one more push, everything stops at the point where I can kill Serdra.

　All that's left is to pull hard on the 'Black Thread' and Seldra's head is destroyed and shattered. Accompanied by the severing of his soul, he would not allow the 'dragon's blood' to repair it. This is also a special attack specialized in 'Immortal Killing'. Furthermore, the overflowing blood will be evaporated without leaving a trace by the vibration of the wings--!

　Stick to the plan and the battle will be over.
　You can kill Serdra with my Earthquake Dark Pulse.
　That's too--

　I'm going too easy on him.
　I thought so.
　Honestly, no matter how much I had cornered him so that he couldn't 'turn into a dragon', the fact that Serdra didn't use any magic can only be called a tame move.

　This magic 《Earthquake Dark Pulse》 is indeed a profound move.
　It's a magic that converged my life as a walker by crossing the secret traditions of the 'beastmen' in various places with the technology of steel wire. I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world with this instant death spell that only I can use, and there is no one who can withstand it. I'm sure there's no one else. But--

　It's a degree of magic that 'people' who can withstand it will never be able to.
　Is that degree enough to kill this 'strongest' 'dragon man' (Dragon Newt) Serdra?
　Do you think this man's soul is so shallow (soft) that he could die?

'You can't die so easily ......, you can't die so easily ....... More of us ......, more of us .......

　Weakly, I admitted it to myself.
　I even confirmed it.

　Serdra wasn't standing on the 99th layer because she was a gatekeeper; she was just waiting for me to pass through here. The same as the cleaner who was waiting for Fafner.
　And I decided from the beginning that I would probably just let myself go if I got into a deadly stream (・・・・・・・).

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

　Only the vain 'sound of pollies' wings continues to ring.
　Sucking out both magic and life force from my body, it ignores the Lord's growing weakness and calls out, "Just hurry up and kill this nemesis.

　I know.
　Killing Serdra is a long time coming.
　After all, killing this mass murderer will allow me to atone for the souls I've drawn.
　I've always wanted to apologize.
　I've always said "I'm sorry" in my heart, as if it's an ingrained habit in my soul.
　I had killed a lot of people, but I had killed many, many more, and I had killed Seldra, so please forgive me.
　To apologize, I've been waiting for the 'worst' - a worse villain than me (Seldra Queenfillion) to show up.

　To be clear, my obsession with Seldora to this point was a personal desire.
　My personal longing.

　--The people who were killed by me were the ones that flashed through my mind in the face of that own life's longing.

　It all started in my hometown, in a hidden village.
　From the time I was born, I was given many poisons to swallow. I was tested with every poisonous concoction, and unfortunately, I survived the ritual.
　After the Lords of the House of Walkers appeared in my hiding place, I killed everyone in my home town.
　I was told the truth by the "Senate" at the time that there was no reason for this terrible ritual. From then on, my life was a life of wielding the power of poison, just as those around me told me to.
　While deceiving the timid honor student, in reality, he is a 'worst' murderer. It's just the same movement as it was back then. All you have to do is tell yourself that you can kill the other guy because he's a bad guy, as instructed by your superiors, and pull a sharp string. That's all you need to do to kill Serdra. Just like that--.

　Not only that, but many other friends were there as well.
　Will Rinker, the "Epic Seeker" guildmaster, who protected me with his vessel size.
　And Palinclone Legacy, who knew everything and became my friend. And Rail, Volzak, Teyri, Alibers, and many guild members.
　I've gotten to know so many people in so many different places. Many of my friends from the noble families were Helvilleshain and others who were also the four great noble families. I got along well with Reiner-kun, but I had a few fights with my eldest brother, Hein.
　And more recently, Kanami-kun and Rowen-san.
　Finally, the long-awaited Seldora Queen Fillion.
　Facing Mr. Snow, they are like a father and daughter (father and daughter)...

Oh...

　So, me too.
　I take a breath.

　That pause is the difference in the battle.
　Soon "the price" will be paid.
　I realize that the hesitation I just had was my life's running start (...)

Ahh, haha, ah...

　I'm coughing up blood.
　All of my body, all of my strength is gone.
　I got on my knees and hands on the ground.
　I crawl down with my hands stopped just before killing Serdra.

　The earthquake and monstrous sound of the magic 《Earthquake Dark Pulse》 stops.
　The "black thread" of the stop is entangled in Seldora, but it ended without killing him.

　Naturally, Serdra, who had been affected by the magic, was stunned and immediately voiced his doubts.

''............?　What?　Huh?　Oh, hey ......, hey!
Hah, hah, hah, hah: ......

　It wasn't so much a feeling of being out of breath as it was a feeling of being out of soul.
　His vision was hazy, but he could clearly see only the future of dying in the wild.

　Serdra seemed to sense that future as well and began to give him a pep talk.

'Oh, you're just one push away!　It's only a matter of not having a heart!　You're not gonna be able to keep your head down, Glenn!　If you get my magic stone here, you'll get unlimited life force!　Do it!　All siblings are now dragon-newts!　The two of you will be the 'strongest'!　I guess that's what the real 'strongest' is all about!　We're almost there!　But how could you do that?　So yeah, right there!

　One more push.
　I know. It's on me.
　That's why I'm not giving up.

　--No one's strings can stop me.

　I won't let it end the way you want it to.
　And I can't make it end the way I want it to end.

　I can't choose the easy way out for all of them. No, only you, Kanami (・・・・・・・) will not be pulled down that hard and painful path.

　Perhaps sensing my firm intentions, Seldora lets out a flipped-out voice and shows a look of despair for the first time.

'Gulen, Glenn!　Glennch!　You too?

　It's a worthy face: .......
　Does it distract from the guilt?　Can it finally get easier?　Do you need to rest?　With a calm face?
　The existence that we aspire to and aspire to be called 'real' is not one who lives in a stream (...) created by someone like that.

'Why!　You can kill me, too, at ......--?

　Serdra stopped in the middle of continuing to call out, and then stopped.
　Feeling something, she hurried and turned around.

　Out of the corner of her eye, in the distance, was a magical door (connection).
　From the pool of blood that spread underneath it, there was a man who was now trying to crawl up from the pool of blood.

　The blood-soaked Fafner Helvirshine had returned early.
　He was bewildered as he took stock of the situation on the 99th layer while holding his upper body out and catching his breath.

　It would not be so easy to understand the situation now.
　But ignoring Fafner's bewilderment, Serdra pleaded with glee.

'Fafner!　You're back from the hell of the cleaners (Naysha), Fafner!　The quintessential light of hope for all 'demons'!　He who loses his heart, but walks resolutely through hell!　Or you!　Enough!　Hurry up and make your Lord's Wish!　Let the wishes of 'Serdra' and the others come true--!

　He must have realized that even Fafner can kill him.
　In any case, all of the black threads that are now extending from the 99th layer of the ground are intertwined with and connected to Seldra.

　The black thread was originally the brainchild of Fafner's "spell" and "blood" techniques.
　Even Fafner can shed that vicious vibration if he touches one of them.

　Fafner knows this better than anyone.
　And if I kill Seldora now, I'll be able to heal my body in time.
　And if I fulfill Seldra's wish, the two of us can reach the 100th layer with Kanami (・・・・・).

　Knowing better than anyone else, Fafner starts muttering.
　Understanding the situation on the 99th layer, he looks very happy and makes a thin voice with a very happy face.

''The 'demon' Glenn ....... Thank you for trusting me, Seldra. I can vouch for you. Seldra-san, more than anyone else--

　Distant and small. I could only hear him halfway through, but he had a nice expression (face).
　I could see that he had a really dazzling smile, even though he had just returned from the bloodbath.

　So I nodded back.
　I didn't have the strength left to fight, but I stood up. Dragging my body to death, I sneered (...) at the 'unfortunate' ending that Fafner and I were about to face, and retreated (...).

　It was the same for Fafner.
　Poppycock.
　He laughed, retreated, and fell into a pool of blood himself.

　Serdra continues to be stunned.
　He couldn't even make a normal voice, let alone a roar, and he was in a state of exasperation.

'............?　............!

　The man who just came back from hell is now back in hell.
　You have no idea why.

'Thanks, Fafner: ....... That's why I love all the people of Helvirshine. It's all about helping people. I'm skeptical, though, and I'm sure you'll find Seldra ....... Ha, ha, ha, ha.

　I kept backing away, and the sensation of the 'thread' shredding with a plop.
　I even felt my bangs swaying softly.

　I was really close, but I was saved.
　Thanks to this, I completely understood the direction in which the "thread" was torn.

　As expected of Helvilleshain's ancestors.
　Come to think of it, you've been dazzling ever since we met via Nosfi-kun.
　You were tolerant of the crime of killing people (Serdra). And for the crime of this clan-murderer (Glenn Walker). You understood that even the grudge enemy who experimented on the human body (Romis Neesha) had circumstances, and you saved the guilt of war (Elmiraad Siddharq) with your "respectful book".

　Helvirshine forgave all.
　No matter what the reason, he would never abandon a suffering 'demon'.
　He touched them like a fanatic, telling them that no matter what their sins were, they would be saved.
　Even in the depths of hell, that will never change--

　I guess Fafner went back to settle with that own life.
　Besides, I have to continue .......

I wish I could have been forgiven ....... But 'no one will forgive me' -

　As he drags his body to death, he writes a poem.
　I shake the world (you) and receive strength from it.

　My body no longer has the heat of life in it.
　I'm bleeding out and cold as ice.
　I'm freezing like this. But the warm blood kept flowing.
　It was strange. The way the blood trickled down to my cracked skin was also like a flower blooming, but it was somehow warm and nostalgic.

"'The world that I drew you to is long over...'

　The more I retreated, the more the ground was painted a red path.

　Seldra, stunned, looked at my retreat and bleeding with even more dismay, and her despair deepened.

'Glenn ......, wait ....... Wait, Glenn.......

　Its bloodline is thick and deep.

　However, the pool of blood that Fafner just sank into is probably even thicker and deeper than that.
　Even from a distance, I can only think of the word 'hell' to describe the horrific resentment I can feel.

　Like an amateur at killing each other, my attention is distracted by Fafner and the cleaner in the middle of it.

　I can't concentrate on my current battle.
　Did he cut the "thread" and gain a new skill? My senses have sharpened to a bizarre degree, and I can't help but feel closer to the future. And in the future, there is a future where my friends and I are all together (・・・・・) and going down a more difficult path...

'Win, go ahead ......, go (...) ......'

　I've always had a keen sense of intuition, but here I felt the 'numbers that don't appear in the numbers' grow rapidly.

　So, too, the pool of blood over there.
　I'm sure that Fafner and the janitor will settle the score.
　I believed that it must be the same as ours.