There was a tense atmosphere in the hall.

Hunters, knights, and priests surrounded the strange magic circle that had been laid out. In spite of the fact that they have gathered a force that far exceeds their estimates, their expressions are not careless.


I don't know what they're looking out for, but the level of seriousness they're showing indicates the danger of this purification plan. I watched them as they dangled their feet on the high ornaments and smiled a hard-boiled smile.
I asked Lucia to take the trouble to put me on top of the gate decorations, partly because I decided to literally watch from a high vantage point, but also because this is the most inconspicuous place. The ground might be bombarded by stray bullets, and it would be awkward to be near Lucia and the others and interfere with their purification process.

The multilayered warding magic circle consisted of a flat magic circle drawn on the ground and thirteen pillars surrounding it.
Apparently, the three-dimensional structure was formed by carving the magic formula into the pillars. The pillars were thick enough to hold up to one person, and would not collapse easily. The gap was wide enough for Ansem to pass through, but from a bird's eye view, the magic circle looked like a prison.

'It's a big ceremony. ......'

Well, well, well. Come to think of it, it might have been a long time since I saw Anthem or Ark in battle.

Under the command of the priest, a box wrapped in chains is placed in the middle of the magic circle.
I took out my smartphone, snapped a picture of the scene, and sent it to my sister fox.

I took out my phone, snapped a picture of the scene, and sent it to my sister fox, saying, "Curse now,.......

'I will now begin the purification of "Lamentations of Marine". Everyone, please follow the instructions.

Suddenly, the priest standing in front of the magic circle looked at me, and our eyes met. I gave him a meaningless smile and nodded my head in acknowledgement of Anthem's help.

The priest rolls his eyes. The priests surrounding the pillar raised their arms in unison.

At that moment, I definitely sensed a wave of power surging around the magic circle.

The pillars that make up the magic circle are connected by ropes of lightning, and strange patterns float in the air. A magic circle is a kind of magic that uses letters. It was such a mysterious sight that I would have looked at it if I had not been in this situation.


Outside the magic circle, Ansem was waiting like a rock, not even moving.
Helm lowered. In his line of sight was a shaking box in the center of the magic circle.

The chains wrapped around the box made a clattering sound, as if in agony. The seal should not have been broken yet, but at the strange sight, Franz-san ordered the knights.

'All of you, get ready!

The knights ready their firearms. The priests surrounding them chant incantations as if in chorus, and the hunter group prepares to go into battle at any time.

The atmosphere is already tense. I'm the only one not in position.


And in front of me, with a hard-boiled smile on his face, the priest raised his rod and shouted in a clear voice.



''Release the seal.



As if on cue, the chains that had sealed the box flew off at once.

The innocent air that had filled the place was instantly eroded. The lid of the box opened with a scream similar to a woman's desperate cry that froze my heart.
From my bird's eye view, I could see something bloody emerge from the box, and the priests surrounding me shouted their prayers in unison.

The box was engulfed in golden flames and burned high in the sky. An inexpressible scream, incomparable to the previous one, shook the place.

The knights and hunters retreated from the glow and momentum of the clean flames.

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The curse looked like a woman, as I had heard beforehand. The reason I say resembled is because the eyes, nose, face, hair, and body were all blackened and on the verge of collapse. It is the very image of a ghost, but I have no idea whether the figure is the original one or the result of being burned by this fire.

While being burned, the curse that had materialized poked its head out of the flames. As if he saw it coming, Ark pointed his sword at it.

The world certainly stopped for a moment. The sounds and vibrations certainly disappeared for a moment.
Not even the chanting of the spell could be heard. A pale thunderbolt shot from the tip of the sword pierced the Marine's Lament. His palate was torn wide open, his long arms moved as if in agony, and he was flung by the ropes that connected the pillars.

The effect is too strong. It's almost as if Ansem will be purified before he can do anything about it. There was no sign of the wards he had carefully prepared to break.

Apparently, we were overpowered. Krus is frowning and covering his ears.

But then, Franz-san shouted in a voice that was no less than the sound of thunder.

'Keep your guard up! Shoot me!

'You're very deadly, .......'

In response to Franz's order, the knights began firing in unison. A violent roar, different from Ark's thunderbolt earlier, shook the air.

The sound of gunfire is not something one hears very often, even as a hunter. The silver bullets fired from the firearms apparently created by the Primus Academy of Magical Sciences were like a storm.
You can find a lot more than 50 bullets per second, and the muzzle is slightly shaky, but precision doesn't matter when you're shooting this many bullets.

I covered my eyes at the muzzle flash and the fact that the fight was so un-knightly, and for some reason, Franz-san shouted happily.

'Hahahahahahahahaha! What do you think, the 'thousand changes'! This is the power of the knights of Zebrudia!

No, no, you can't call this knightly power. .......

I'm not sure what to make of that. A storm of bullets pierced Marin's wailing with the burning box.
The translucent body wrapped in flames catches the bullet and bounces wildly. Since it has no physical form, the bullet has completely slipped through, but it seems to have done some damage.

Her blackened appearance is distorted in pain, and her entire body is exposed.

Unlike what I had imagined, her appearance was that of a fully human girl. I had heard that the source of Marin's wailing was a girl named Marin, but it seems that the curse takes the form of that source.
It's really a horrible story, that a seemingly slender woman has consumed thousands and thousands of people and destroyed several cities.

But isn't it overkill?

I don't like the idea of bullying the weak.

'............ Leader, that's a curse!

My sister, who I have not yet touched, hears me talking to myself and glares at me. She is indeed a high-level hunter who is not afraid to cry.
Lapidus and the others nearby also frowned at Marin's wailing.

'I see. ............. It's quite strong for something created by humans. It looks like you've done some pretty outrageous things.'

'No wonder the ...... church is so well prepared,' he said.

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'Wow, ...... is that so great!

'.................. Don't make fun of me like that. I'm not as good as you.''



Lapidus says with a horrifyingly cold gaze.

............ Did you just get a compliment?

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The wailing of the marine exposed to the onslaught bounced around inside the magic circle like a rubber ball, and was bounced by the warding.
It took a long time to carve the pillar, so the effect was certain. I guess I won't have to use that chain I prepared.


'It's weak! It's working, we're almost there!


Mr. Gark, who was near the hunter unit, shouted. The knights and priests are too eager to kill and the hunter squad is still only working on Ark.
It looks like they have enough time. That's right, if we go against the grain here, can't we smear the reputation of the "Thousand and One Changes" scheme?

Today I'm--I'm brilliant.

'Huh, ............, how about that?

I don't know. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm going to do it.

'No, no, you might see something interesting ......?

'No! You no good ninja!


I remember that I used to dress up like this when I was still trying to fulfill my role as the leader of the Ghosts of Sorrows. Of course, it goes without saying that I was just trying to look good, but even then, everything was a mess.
The wailing of the marine scratched his head and he wailed as his name implies.

'--! ----!

The condensation of all negative emotions. The scream is soundless and meaningless, but the emotion, the intent to kill, is clear.
The concentration was strong enough to chill the heart even through the wards. If it had not been for the warding, his heart might have stopped just from staring at me.

Jet-black flames spouted from his slender body. The flames consumed the golden flames, repelled lightning, and burned through bullets.

--But even the spell-killing weapon that had engulfed thousands upon thousands of lives was no match for the crystallization of the Church's technology.

The wailing of the marin, clothed in flames, pounded the boundary of the ward as if it were a wall. The pillars chattered and trembled, and their feet slowly turned black. However, not a single speck of black flame leaked from the stacked warding magic circle.
He had said he had guessed the power of the spell from the records so far, but it was a perfect calculation.

The momentum of the black flames was slowly diminishing. Just as the Church had calculated, it must have been weakened by the additional attack on its body, which had been weakened even by the long sealing.
I don't know if it was the warding, the lightning, or the bullets that did it, but this much damage would kill a dragon.

The priest who had been observing the battle next to Ansem, probably judging that he had weakened him enough, spoke to Ansem about something. It must have been time to purify him.

It seems that it is quite difficult to completely annihilate a curse, let alone weaken it. Especially at the level of Lamentations of Marine, it is said that it requires a very high level of skill among the miracles possessed by the members of the Church of Light.

As a childhood friend, I should be proud of the fact that Ansem was chosen to perform the great task of purifying Lamentations of Marine.

Ansem nodded to the priest and stepped inside the ward, which no one had entered since the seal was released, for the first time.

Anthem Smart, the Immovable and Unchanging, is a holy knight considered the strongest in the Imperial City. The Ghost of Sorrows has strengths that none of the other members except me can match, but his strength lies in his overwhelming durability.
He has the strength and toughness of a giant. He has mastered the arts of healing and protection with the help of the Light Spirit, and after absorbing the Mana Material, he has become "Immovable and Unchanging," impervious to all attacks.

His endurance can be used not only against purely physical attacks, but also against magic, environmental changes, drugs such as poison and paralysis, diseases, and even curses.
Trained by Citry's poison, Lucia's magic, Luke's sword, Liz's selfishness, Eliza's pace, and my lightning, he has no blind spots.

Even in the face of the deadliest curse, Ansem's steps were free of any hesitation or fear. The wailing of the frenzied Marine turned his face to Ansem, who stepped in unashamedly.

The jet-black flames that scorched his body spread and attacked Ansem. But Ansem is not shaken in the slightest by the flames that seem to take the form of murderous intent.
Marine's wailing was the first thing that caused Ansem to retreat as he took a step forward despite the spell on his body.

Perhaps he sensed the immense power that resided in his body. Was there any will left in the haunting weapon that just kept spewing vindictiveness?


But it's over. The interior of the stacked magic circle is not large enough to escape.

Soon Marin's wailing would be blocked by the warding wall behind her. Anthem stretches out her large arms to Marin's wailing, who screams the loudest as her path of retreat is cut off.

The spell was more than enough. All that remains is for the miracle of the Church to cleanse the pathetic, spell-killing weapon created by this man's hideous nature.


--That was it.


Anthem's shoulders trembled and her outstretched arms stopped. The priests of the Church of the Holy Spirit, who were surrounding him, opened their eyes and gasped.
Franz-san, who had been leading with his arms folded in high spirits, noticed the change in the situation and widened his eyes to the limit.

You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them. No, ...... when did that happen?

'............'

Before I knew it, a strange object was crouching between Anthem and Marin's wailing.

It was black in color. You can find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing.

It was a knight. A knight whose hands, feet, body, and head were all silhouetted in shadowy black.
The jet-black color that absorbs light is as strange as a hole in the world, and it stands out in the still light-filled magic circle.

The one who is most confused is probably the target--Marin's Lamentations himself.

What used to be a mere silhouette is quickly gaining texture and unevenness. In the blink of an eye, what had been a mere shadow was transformed into a hideous black knight.
The knight stands in front of you as if to protect the wailing of the marine, and draws his sword from his waist.

The pillars that made up the multilayered warding magic circle rapidly turned black. Then, the priest shouts in panic.

'An unknown power? Attack!

'Shoot! Kill it, kill it, kill it!

The attack that had been halted for purification resumed, and silver bullets reaped inside the magic circle.

In executing the operation, the Church had anticipated a variety of irregularities. There were patterns in which Marin's wailing power was unexpected, and patterns in which Anthem was stuck in a bad way. However, they did not expect reinforcements to appear.
In the first place, there is no way that a spell that has been sealed for a long time has any allies, and the members of the Order are taking measures against outside intruders at the request of Franz.

Anthem's huge body is like a wall. From the ground, it would be difficult to tell what was going on.

But, oddly enough, I could see Ansem clearly from the top of the main gate.

The priest said it was an unknown force, but it wasn't. I did see him. I rubbed my eyes.



That knight ............ came out of the pendant that Citri brought? ............ nightmare?



The knight stabs his sword into the ground. A black, blood-like liquid shoots up from the center of the sword, creating a curtain.


In any case, the silver bullets shot from both sides were bounced by the rising liquid.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing. Then Ansem stepped in with a roar and swung his fist wide.