It's the most primitive magic in this world.


Essentially, magic is a process that uses magic power as an energy source. Sometimes the process is sound, writing, gestures, or breathing.

However, in this world, there are a few people who can create phenomena by simply 'thinking'.

Primitive magic caused by the thoughts of those who possess the qualities. It is unique because it is unsystematic, powerful because it requires a certain quality from the practitioner, and uncontrollable.
People called them "curses" with awe, and those who consciously mastered these rules were called "shamans" to distinguish them from mages.


It was a horrible grudge created by an abominable sorcerer at the end of his research.

Strong thoughts that lead to curses are often generated from negative emotions.

Fear, resentment, jealousy, anger, pain, murderous intent.
The sorcerer would gather up the best and brightest, young and old, male and female, lock them in one place, and force them to kill each other.
A war with no other choice. In the midst of the bloodletting, resentment became stronger resentment, and the will to kill took shape. When Marin, the last of the survivors, ran out of energy, an unprecedented weapon of slaughter was completed.
It loses its target, it loses its meaning, but its sentiment never fades.


It was created for the sole purpose of cursing and killing all beings. For it, the will to kill was as natural as breathing.






It was the end of those who failed to protect it.
The pendant left behind by a loyal knight who followed his master, who had been chased from his family, his friends, and his country, and had fallen in the midst of his ambition.
The sentiment contained in the pendant is regret for not being able to protect his master, and strong resentment against those who accused his master of being a demon and tried to execute him.
The curse that had been burned into it was whittled down to a single protective curse, except for its obsession with protecting the weak.


For it, the goodness or badness of those it protects is no longer a consideration. It does not matter that the accusations made against the master he once tried to protect were not false but true, and that he had killed hundreds of innocents with his storytelling and cruelty.
It doesn't matter that he has killed hundreds of innocents with his storytelling and cruelty, as long as he can protect the oppressed.




The curse of remembrance is pure, but it has several sides.
The one you want to kill is also the one who was not protected. Those who wanted to protect were also those who could not be relied upon.


Different spells, born in completely different times, interfere with each other and take on new forms.
Perhaps it was a miraculous sight, rare in the world.


The priests who attempted to unseal and lift the spell, as well as the armed knights and hunters who surrounded them, watched the two curses with stunned eyes.


Blackened and decaying limbs. It's not that I don't like it, but I do like it. In the face of the overwhelming power of light, the atrophied will to kill is sharpened.
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A high-pitched metallic sound, a roar echoed through the air. The dark sword drawn by the mysterious black knight who suddenly appeared cut down the bullets, and the black curtain prevented the lightning.
The black knight's sword clashes with Ansem's fist, and the air shakes with chills.

The pillars that made up the multi-layered warding magic circle were discolored and cracked. No matter how powerful the latest magic circle is, it is not without its limits.

The strength of a curse is expressed by the word curse power. The warding magic circle is constructed in such a way that it can contain the expected curses of Lamentations of Marin with a large margin, but conversely, it cannot contain more curses than that.

According to the Church's prior discussion, the maximum power of the curse is 1.5 to 1.8 times that of the maximum power assumed from the record of the damage in Lamentations of Marine, so the fact that the curse cannot be contained by that means that the power of the Black Knight who suddenly appeared from the pendant must be at least as strong as that of Lamentations of Marine.

What the hell is that thing? Is that a curse too? ............ d*mn you, Citri!


The battle situation has changed dramatically. The priests who had been performing some sort of magic from outside the wards were pale and clearly exhausted.

'Raise the power to make sure they don't escape! At the very least, we have to destroy one of them--'

'Kill it! That's the plague of the prophecy!

The priest shouts. He's trying to look calm, but his expression is quite grim.
But even more than that, Franz's eyes were bloodshot as he gave the frightening order. I'm not sure what to make of it.

I'm not sure what you mean. I'm not sure if you'll be able to find the right one for you.

And the appearance of the Marine's lament has also changed greatly since a moment ago.

Just a moment ago it had been about thirty percent human, but now it was a solid seventy percent.
The jet-black flames that had been spewing out had somehow been replaced by a dress as black as darkness, and the face that had been on the verge of disintegration and whose parts could not even be determined was now clearly visible, with eyes, nose, and mouth.
It is not like the last glow of a candle. It's clearly been enhanced. I mean, isn't it strange that the Black Knight doesn't attack when it's a curse that kills everyone?

At that moment, the jet-black flames from Marin's wailing clung to the Black Knight.
I'm not sure what to do. The knight's armor glows purple, and in his left hand a huge, solid jet-black shield is created that seems to be able to block everything from all sides.

It's a synergistic power up. .......

I'm not sure what to make of that. I'm not sure what to make of it.

Krysus stomped on the ground and screamed at me.

'Yowah-nin-nin-nin-nin! This isn't funny at all, sir!

'Oh, calm down! ...... Yes, yes! This is where the fun begins!

'That's enough, brother!

'Enough, enough, enough, enough! What the hell is that?

Shouldn't Lucia, Crus and Franz challenge the cleansing instead of attacking me?
I can't have you blaming me for everything. Well, maybe I'm partly to blame for this one. ...... d*mn, I should have worn my "Perfect Vacation".

I stood up and cheered, my legs wobbling as I risked falling.

'Hang in there! Anthem, hang in there!

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

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A roar that was no less than a thunderclap echoed through the ceremonial hall of the Holy Church.
Anthem struck out in rapid succession with her beautiful but miserable sword and shield. His earlier attack seemed to have been a wait-and-see.

There was no technique there. But the ground shook, not metaphorically, but with a thud. Anthem's iron fists, dropped in rapid succession, were shaking the earth.
Anthem is big. Needless to say, he's durable, but he's also powerful. The Mana Material strengthens the abilities of hunters in a way that fulfills their deepest desires, so that even a slender man like Liz can be monstrously powerful. However, just as the former warrior emperor was an extraordinary giant, there is no correlation between physical strength and power.

The Mana Material had grown Ansem's body to such a large size that it had given him the monstrous strength of a mythical hero. The reason why the Ghost of Sorrows, who often fights, doesn't arm wrestle is because he is no match for Ansem in a pure contest of strength.

The blow delivered by his uncommonly large body and monstrous strength had overwhelming destructive power, even if it did not contain any holy power. A mere mortal who had not absorbed the mana material would be flabby even if he were clad in full body armor.


I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. He threw away his shield, which was created with the support of Marine's wailing, and stepped back significantly. The remaining shield was hit by the fist, and it crumpled and blew away.
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The ring of the warding magic circle, which was supposed to be wide, was too narrow in front of Ansem Smart. Today, Ansem brought neither a sword nor a shield, but most weapons have a shorter reach than his arm.
The black knight swings his sword in a downward motion. Anthem swung his arm wide in response to the fast slash.
You'll be able to find a lot of people who are interested in this. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing. The black knight stopped moving for a moment and seemed to be stunned.

The figure looked more like a monster than a holy knight. In fact, he looks more like a curse.
The faces of all the priests who were intoxicated by Ansem and who should have known him well froze a little.

'Hang in there! Ansem, work super hard!'

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The hunters and knights surrounding the warding magic circle were unable to do anything because of his excessive rampage. Perhaps because they would involve Ansem.
However, Lucia, who was the only member of Ansem's party that was always active, mercilessly cast a spell.

'Hailstorm'!

A tornado containing icicles generated from the palm of her hand instantly grew and swallowed Ansem and the magic circle.
This is a spell that Lucia specializes in. It is an advanced magic that is perfect in terms of power and range, and it is also the best looking, and I remember admiring it when she first showed it to me because it was so cool.
I remember praising her for her good looks when she first showed them to me. She was treated as a colorful mage because she flew on a broom, but Lucia was a great mage.

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'Anthem-san has no problem with this.

'...... ohhhhhhhhhh!

In the midst of the ice storm that was ripping the demon to shreds, a large shadow was moving with a shout.

This is what ---- I'm used to.
I think it's okay for Anthem to complain once in a while.

'............ Is that really a living thing? It is. It's moving in the advanced magic.

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'But I can't touch him from the outside with this. ......'

'Look, Yowaningen! Ark is in trouble too!

Not just Ark but Franz and the others are in trouble too. Lucia's Hailstorm makes it hard for long range attacks to reach them and it's hard to target them.
Well, they wouldn't be able to attack if they weren't familiar with Anthem in the first place.

For some reason, Mr. Gark, who was at the front of the hunter group, was yelling at me.

'Cry, think about it!

''What can I say? ...... I'm sorry about our Lucia. ............ See, we always fight like this... ...'

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

Without saying a word, Lucia just turns over with a red face. The scale and duration of the magic basically depends on the power of the magician, but the power of Lucia's Hailstorm showed no signs of diminishing at all.
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And it's the same with Ansem. You can't be a high-level hunter without a high will to fight.

'Oooohhhhhhhh!

While the Black Knight, Marine's Lament, and Hailstorm's fury were timid, Anthem continued to pursue.
In the tornado, a black shadow and a white shadow intersected. Even though I couldn't see well, I could clearly see that Anthem was pushing.

Perhaps Marin's wailing was also screaming, but it was completely drowned out by Ansem's roar.
It was not long after he began his activities as the Ghost of Sorrows that he began to roar during his assault. It was said that he was scolding himself for his weakness, but when he got this big, he looked like a battle madman.

The black knight is flying through the Hailstorm, crumpled, as if his fist has finally hit the ground, unable to withstand the barrage. Half of the armor on his upper body had been dented. If it were human, the damage would have killed it long ago.
The black knight vigorously stabbed into the pillar that had turned more than half black - and unexpectedly, the pillar that made up the ward snapped.

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''Ah ......''

Lucia let out a dumb voice. We all probably feel the same way.
The multilayered warding magic circle disappears. The multilayered warding spell was not just for keeping the curse at bay. It also had the effect of weakening its power.
A corner of the warding was broken, and the temperature of the air in the place dropped at once. I felt an inexplicable chill in my stomach. Since I was the only one who felt it, other priests and hunters must have felt the release of an even greater power.

Suddenly, the warding fingers activated. A deafening wail shook the world, and the blood drained from the faces of the knights and hunters.
Woe unto those who hear the lamentations of Lamentations of Marin. The warding fingers must have been activated because they only prevented that curse. Some of them are kneeling, as if they have lost their strength, but the warding finger's reputation for preventing all kinds of attacks is not unwarranted.

The effects of the Hailstorm dissipate. The tornado dissipates, revealing the wailing figure of Marin.
Dark eyes and mussed hair. Her form has not changed, but the density of the aura she wears is different. The fact that the figure was humanoid gave it an incredibly foreign feeling.

'Foolish ...... to have so much power left ......'.

The priest gulped. The wailing of the unbound marine wobbled and began to move.

Toward it, Anthem instantly stomped on the ground and slammed her fist down.

'Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

'Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Marin's wailing just barely slipped past it as she screamed, and she jumped on the crumpled and silenced black knight and picked him up.
Anthem is strong. But he had one weakness: his accuracy was not good. The more moves you make, the less accurate your accuracy will be.

Anthem attacks an innocent girl (only in appearance) holding a black knight. The holy knight, who was beating her, finally broke free of her restraints, and the terrible curse ran away screaming.
When you see that the curse has no effect on the other members, it really seems to be just a scream. The Marine Lamentations quickly checked the people surrounding them with a grim expression, and finally looked at us positioned above the entrance.

Our eyes met. I reflexively shook my head, but the Marine Lamentations glided toward me without hesitation.



The wailing of the marine, who is holding the black knight, glides through the air. The front of the gate is empty, but for some reason she flies towards me sitting on the decoration. Why are you coming to me?


It's always the same. No one ever listens to me.


The curse wails with a desperate look on its face. The sound alone is enough to chill the soul and stun the priests who come from all sides to stop it. All I can do is laugh.

Oh dear, I always thought that's what happens to everyone when they don't equip ...... their warding fingers!

I folded my arms and looked down at the wailing of the flying marines. The time was stretched and one second felt like ten or twenty.

I won't run and I won't hide. I know--I know--you guys are going to come after me no matter how hard I run or hide!
Marine's wailing runs through the air. Anthem is chasing behind her like a beast, and Arc's, Lucia's, and Lapidus' attack magic is flying from all directions.


So this is the hell of the world.


But there's nothing we can do!

The wailing of the marine is reaching out to you as if to ask for help. As she reached out her hand, I involuntarily reached out mine.

It was a completely bad habit. But the wailing marine's eyes roll back and for a moment, she does indeed stop moving.


The chain that flew from behind skewered the Marine's wailing as it stopped in midair.


The wailing marine looked down in dismay at the chain of light protruding from her chest.
As it is, chains flying from all directions penetrate the wailing of Marin and the black knight it holds. It's the shield bracelets that the priest showed us as a precautionary measure.

When I looked into the box, I thought it was a very long chain, but it seems to be a treasure trove of multiple chains.
When I looked at it, I saw that the priest was about to throw the last chain.

The chain, made of woven light, pierced the back of Marin's wailing head. Her mouth was moving, but no sound was coming out. The air had somehow returned to normal.

The priest breathes hard and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

'Oh dear, I've used ....... In addition, even though it is unavoidable, it is difficult to set up a magic circle ...... when you are crucified in the air. I don't know what to do. ...... We'll have to seal this place off for a while.

'Hmmm......'

After Marin's wailing stopped, Ansem seemed to calm down and growled as if at a loss for words.
It was indeed a treasure trove, completely blocking the power that even the most advanced laminated warding magicians could not suppress.

I've been wondering why you were sitting there, but you're as good as you get. You stopped it well!

Mr. Gark, who is blind, praised me loudly.

Marine's wailing was punctured by chains in the air, and she was looking at me with a resentful gaze while being restrained.


Even if she looks at me like that, ...... it's not my fault, is it?