When I passed through the strange door, I found myself above the clouds.



　Stranger still,



(Is that the ...... floor?)



　A huge white circular floor with a grid pattern floats in front of Murzala's wondering eyes.

　Through a door placed there, a figure dressed in all black suddenly appears.



"Oh, it's transfer magic. He's using some kind of strange magic equipment.



　(・・・・・)Urim, who had also been transferred, positions himself in the air and glares at me.



"But what does it matter if we've moved? Are you going to take on all of us by yourself?　You've got me fooled!"



　Yes, they do.

　They dare to set up a fair fight without taking advantage of their confusion over the transition.



What, I have little ones waiting to see you fight. I can't show them how cowardly I am. ......"



　Although the latter part of the speech was in a whisper, Murzala did not miss it. But I don't know what it means, and I can't take it seriously.



(The orse was easily defeated. Yeah, that's impossible. We can't win.)



　Orse, a demon dispatched to deal with Mercumenes, whom he had lost contact with in the past.

　He specialized in assault and extermination, and was beaten without a trace.

　But...



（The Black Warrior, Shiva ....... I will reveal all its power.)



　Murzala gathers magic in the palms of his four long outstretched arms. The black mist swirled and converged into a sphere.



　He throws it as hard as he can.

　The black sphere growls and pounces on Shiva.



"Huh?　Interesting. I've never played baseball, but I'll smash that fastball!"



　Saying something unintelligible, Shiva half-stretched himself.

　In his hand he held what appeared to be a wooden stick,



　Kaki-knock!



　An impossible sound was heard.

　Just as he shook the stick, another one of the black bullets was shot off in an unbelievable manner.



"Not enough!"



　He moves quickly and waits for one of the black bullets.



　The black bullet soared high into the sky with another pleasant click.



(The sound at the moment of contact was muffled, and another sound was generated. (I am flying my magic ball with a ward to protect it from being destroyed, I guess.)



　Murzala also draws attention to the wooden stick he holds.



(Is that made by warding, too? (What's the point of the floor as well?)



　I don't see the need to go to the trouble of making it stick-shaped. Nor do I see the purpose of having a floor when they can fly over each other.



　As a result, the four black bullets disappeared on their way to the sky. The protective wards had burst.



"Well, it was a hazy memory, but it must have looked good. Maybe."



　He slings a wooden stick over his shoulder and gazes at a satisfied Shiva.



（He said something earlier. , <>, or something like that: ..................... (.........!?)



　Murtzala thinks of one possibility.

　But Urim interrupted his thoughts.



"How about this!



　He fired countless black bullets.



"Hmm?　You can't hit that back."



　Shiva didn't seem to panic,



(lie ......)



　Behind it, that one too produces countless small glowing spheres.



(Are those wards, too?　(Yet ......)



　Light bullets shoot out. As if each of them had a will of their own, they carefully shattered the black bullets one by one and extinguished them.



　As Orse had told the higher being, Lucifira, at the moment of his death, Shiva seems to be able to create and move wards at will.



　Nevertheless, she created such a large number of them, caught the trajectory of the black bullets, and shot them down precisely.



(The magic power is different by an order of magnitude. ......)



　It cannot be measured precisely. But it is at least the amount of magic of a demigod class, Murtzala thought to himself.



"d*mn!　What the hell, this is ......."



　As expected, even Urim is losing his will to fight.



"I knew you guys had that ......, uh, what's your name again?　The one that turned into a wolf or a panther or something."



"You mean Orse?"






"Maybe it's... Maybe it's a weak demon just like him, right?　That guy was a bit of an outcast."



　I don't think he's bluffing.

　Shiva's ability to declare Orse, the strongest of Lucifira's apostles, is probably the strongest and the best the demigods have ever produced.



"Are we done here?　Then we'll go from here!"



　Shiva made the wooden stick disappear and grabbed it, producing a strange weapon in each hand.



(I think they were called <> or something like that.)



　A boy close to him, called Hurt, used to use it at the academy.



　Shiva fires his magic gun wildly.



　Murzala tried hard to knock them off with his four arms, but there were too many magic bullets and he was hit by several of them.

　Urim is tossed about before he can fight back, and he is getting hit by magic bullets in the air.



（I knew it, I can't win against that thing.)



　Murtzala's mouth was slightly agape with resignation.



（But I know. He's a demon. And the demon god who made him has transferred most of his power to that thing. Then...)



　Find and defeat the demon god who created the higher being Shiva.



（It must be that annoying little guy. I don't know why he's pretending to be a person, but I'm sure he's ......)



　By the time I thought of Charlotte's face, I couldn't move a fingertip, as my body was filled with a dull pain.

　Urim was already unconscious. He was not dead yet, but he could not resist and there was no point.



"So this is how it's going to be. Maybe I was a little too one-sided. Well, I'll try to make it better in the editing.



　Again, I sensed the ominous magic power of Shiva as he mumbled something unintelligible.



"Well, I didn't want to have a lot of blood spewing out before showing it to the little ones, but ...... I'll show no mercy from here on out."



　I really don't know what that means, but apparently they are finally going to kill me.



（But that's okay. I did my part. I didn't know that Urim idiot, but we were just doing our part to investigate. We're just here to find out what this guy is and tell Luciphile what he really is (......).



　All the information here was sent to Lucifira in real time.



(So, that's all right, Lucifira. ........................ Huh?)



　Something's wrong. Something's wrong.



"Why aren't you responding to anything ......?"



"What the hell, man?　Do you have any questions for me?"



"No!　Answer me!　Answer me!"



　Shiva, twisting his head, slapped his palm.



"Were you trying to communicate with a demon god or something like that in some kind of telepathic way?"



　I don't care if they know.



"Yes, I do!　But why ......?"



"You can't?　Hmm, maybe it's the warding that surrounds this place?"



"What about ......?"



"It's far from any human settlement, but it would be bad if a stray bullet or something hits someone. I've set up a spherical ward with a radius of one kilometer centered here. Light and air can come in from outside, but not even light can go out. We don't want anyone to see us."



"No ...... lie, then ...... lie."



"Yeah, I don't think they'll let anything telepathic through, either, do they?"



　Despair crushes me.



"Well, before you do anything else..."



　His own body and Urim's floated softly. Trapped inside a sphere, the sphere gradually became smaller and smaller.



(At least give us one piece of information: ......)



　No time to ponder how to tell the story.



　Puchi.



　The two of them became dots and disappeared.