It must be destroyed. There was only one thing at the heart of it, one thing only: to fulfill that mission.

I'm conscious. I have memories of a time when I was alive. But they are like stones on the road in the face of an emotion so powerful it becomes a phenomenon.

There is only one thing that matters. Fulfill the ancient duty of the Queen of the Spirits.
The great forest where spirits have lived since time immemorial. To protect our people from intruders who trespass there without respect or belief and to repel the humans.
It is undoubtedly a race for survival against humans. If defeated, the species will either perish or become slaves to man. The great power of the Queen of the Spirits is to avert this.



When I awoke after a long period of silence, I found myself in an incredibly large city full of hostile species. As far as your perception allows, there are huge houses and countless lives.
The total number of them was not even ten times greater than the spirits of the forest it ruled.

But no matter how powerful they are, no matter how many of them there are, what they do will never change. Memories of the past are awakened, igniting the will to kill and the curse.

In the course of battle, many of my people have fallen and many of my enemies have fallen. Many a tragedy, many a vow has been made.
Kill as many enemies as you can, save as many friends as you can. Washing blood with blood, burying tragedy with tragedy. Fear begets fear and resentment is a chain reaction. As it has done for so many years. There is no longer room for heartache over that fact.

As usual, when the city was about to be swept away by the vengeance and murderous intent that could not be contained in the body, it suddenly regained consciousness.

Normally, there is nothing better than the extermination of a hostile species that has killed countless of its own people in its long history of warfare. However, something very "annoying" compelled him to think about it.

For the first time, reason returned to the thoughts that had been devoted solely to destroying it.
What it saw as it was returned to its original form from the form it had been transformed into for the purpose of killing with extreme efficiency was a man who did not look very good.


A plain, young man. His demeanor was far from that of a warrior, and he was not the kind of person you would consciously look at.
You trample him like a bug, and he doesn't even know you've trampled him. I don't know why, but when I saw it, I became irresistibly irritated.

The burning desire to kill whispered in the depths of my soul that I had to destroy him before anyone else.
Killing the young man in front of me would be equivalent to the death of a million and ten million people. Even though his rational mind knew that this was impossible, even though he knew that his priority was to destroy the city, he couldn't help but attack.

No--this, this feeling, is the power of the ring. The ring is the cause of all these emotions. A tool to control the curse, once worn by her companions.
I don't know why it's here, but I know why. I understand completely. I get it. I got it all. That's a relief.

The attack, unleashed on instinct, is repelled before the young man's eyes.
I understand. But it doesn't matter. He didn't have to think, hesitate, hold back, or do anything else.
The young man runs away from the thing that tried to attack him in succession. The man, just barely caught in the strange carpet and swaying dangling, looked like bait.



The young man dangles from the carpet and moves away from him at high speed. Countless people, beings to be killed, are looking up at him, looking completely unaware of the situation.

Good. We'll destroy this city later.

Reason is cursing itself. Queen of the spirits. How dare a proud guardian of the spirits be deceived by such a tool. and yet... too stupid.
My head aches and a burning desire to kill transforms my body. And for the first time in a long time, since it became a curse, I spoke out.


'Ugh. ............ Ko, korosu! I'm not sure what to do. Zettai ni!














Tino's mind was no longer in the wind. The constant stream of unpredictability and recklessness is something that no matter how much you grow through a thousand trials, you will never get used to.

This is without a doubt the worst of the thousand trials that have been imposed on everyone so far. It's a disaster I can't even bring myself to face.
No matter how strong you become... humans have their place. That power was easily beyond that range.

The fearless yet beautiful vision he showed at the end. The ears, the mark of a spirit man. Perhaps it was the famous killing curse created by the Queen of the Spirits.
Masters don't impose half-truths. Tino remembered it clearly at that moment, at that moment.

He had been held back, shielded from attack, and so on, but this time he could not afford to be happy. That thing didn't have Tino in mind. That meant that Tino would die even if he were to be grazed.

He grabbed the rug with his right hand and held Master's hand with his left. Your training has paid off.

No, I'm sure this is just confirmation. There was no way Master would jump off the lounge without thinking, so he wanted to see if Tino could catch him as he fell. He was undoubtedly a demon.

If Tino had had more time, he would have wanted to cry bitterly. But there was no room, so he struggled to breathe and work the heart that was about to stop.
The carpet flew lightly high in the sky, but he did not feel safe at all. As I dangled, the Master called out to me from below. He always looked so dependable and relaxed, but now I hated him just a little.

'Tino, are you okay? Are you heavy?'

'What? I'm not sure what you're talking about, but it shouldn't be this heavy.



Tino is being trained by her sister. So no more trials,........

The carpet flies at high speed in the sky. Unfortunately, there didn't seem to be room for you on top. No, no, no. If that's what it takes to get away from it.



The people of the city looked up at Tino and the Master with interest as they flew at high speed, wandering about. Instead of doing that, Tino thinks, we should evacuate.
The hatred shown by the curse was not of an ordinary level. Even Tino, who had absorbed the mana material, was no match for it, so ordinary citizens would be crushed like ants. But there was nothing he could do. All Tino could do now was to believe that the Master was not that kind of person.

Masutaa was relieved, breathing heavily and saying lazily.

'Please ask the Church of the Light Spirit. At Naruhaya.

I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will help you. I'm not sure what to do.

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I miss the old days when we could go out together and only get kidnapped by bandits.

'Did you spread it?

Master asked me briefly with a relaxed expression. He's flying at high speed, hanging out in the air, but he's got a lot of time on his hands.

I mean, you're not holding my hand, are you? It's like I'm the only one who's putting any effort into it. .......

I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure it's a good idea. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and how to get there.

'He's transforming into ............. I'm coming after you, sir!

'Heh!

A long-limbed, black, ape-like thing was climbing up the clan house.
Its length was several dozen meters compared to the size of the spire. Its large, glowing eyes were not even interested in the noisy citizens, but were fixed on Tino and the others, who were hanging from the carpet and moving at high speed.

No, it's not Tino and the others. Tino doesn't feel its gaze.
Maybe it's only the Master it's looking at. Now that I think about it, even in the Clan Master's office, the only person it attacked was the Master.

Isn't it possible that it's after Mastaa? ......? I'm sure that even if I was left there, I wouldn't have been attacked--no, no, no!

Shake your head and regain your faith.
The reason the Master is being attacked in the first place is because of the ring that Tino gave him. You'll be able to get a lot more than just a ring. I'm going to throw up,.......

I'm not sure what to say. Why?

'It's just, it's just a demon thing,......,' he said.

'Demons? I'm sure you're right.

It's true that Tino also transforms when he wears a mask due to demons,......, but that's not the point.

It is coming towards us at a great speed, using the streets of the Imperial City as a foothold. It may not be as heavy as it looks, and the building it used as a springboard has not collapsed at all.
The screams of the citizens who noticed the monster moving so lightly came in like a wave. But as long as they use the roof as a foothold, they won't have to worry about people being crushed. The only problem is that they're not going to forgive Tino and the others.

There was an intense hatred in his eyes. The smoke coming out of that box also showed a murderous intent, but it seemed to be concentrated in a wide area.
I hurriedly made a request to Mr. Kerr.

'Fly faster, Ka-kun! To the Church of the Light Spirit!

'Tino, Kerr doesn't care what people say...'

Kerr's speed accelerated even more. It's as if he's turned into the wind. It must have been so much fun to be able to tour the Imperial City with Master in the car.

But the monkey was moving even faster. Although it was just a visual measurement, the distance between us was getting shorter little by little.
The basic performance is too different. I can only think that it's better that it doesn't fly through the air.

I'd like to counterattack from a distance, but Tino doesn't have the means to attack from a distance. He asks Master in a rapid voice.

'No, Master! Even if you accelerate, it will catch up with you!

'Yes, ........................, but it's okay.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do, and how you're going to do it.


'We're already at the Church of the Light Spirit. Everything's going according to my plan. The rest will be taken care of by ...... Anthem!


That's not really a plan. ...... Brother Ansem, ......... ...Please do your best.

As Master said, the building of the Church of the Light Spirit is coming into view. The huge gate was built for Brother Ansem, and the chalk walls remind me of a castle.
The Church of Light and Spirit is not only a specialist in healing, but also a specialist in spells. From what I've heard, most churches are built to be sturdy. In particular, large churches hold many dangerous spells that are brought into the church, and their security is said to be equivalent to that of a real castle.

The priests of the Church of the Light and Spirit, who were just in front of the church, rolled their eyes when they saw Tino approaching on the carpet, and then changed their color when they saw the monkey, clearly a product of the curse, following him.
As if in a panic, a number of resident holy knights came out to the front. Their movements were swift, but in the face of that curse, they were too unreliable.

After all, even if you fire a cannon at them, they don't seem to do any damage.

Just then, Brother Anthem came out of the gate with his armor removed. The Master waved his hands in the air as he hung there.


'Anthem, take care of it!


For the first time, Tino saw Brother Ansem's always calm expression tense up slightly.

The difference between the two of them was only about ten meters, and the monkey jumped up. Mr. Kerr soared up and slid over the wall into the church courtyard.

He passes by the "Lamentations of Marine," which is waiting to be cleansed, as I've heard.
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