An indigo-colored (indigo) winged beast (wyvern) passed over Ishka with a large flap of its wings.

　At that moment, the sun faded in Kuria's vision.

　The speed of the winged beast's flight was so fast that the sunlight was blocked for a moment. In that moment, Cryer recognized a figure jumping down from the back of the pterodactyl.


　The winged beast was flying further up the high Ishka's walls, higher than the watchtower spire. There was no way it could jump down from such a place and be safe.

　The exception to this is those who have practiced the Illusory One-Doctorial style of walking, using the power of the jade.

　If it was Cryer, he would be able to land without any difficulty. The same is true for Klimt and Goz.

　And the figure that fell from the sky was also one who stood in the same camp as Crya and the others.



　Tan,

　The sound of the landing was very light, even though it had jumped down from far above. It showed that the person in front of him had a high level of skill in using jujin.

　The young man who landed right in the middle of Cryer and the other three and the fallen sorcerer (Miroslav) was the owner of black hair and black eyes.

　A face in memory.

　The face that possessed strength and sharpness looked different from five years ago, when he always walked with his head down, but the face was still there.


"........Sora-dono.


　The voice wasn't loud, but it wasn't so small that it melted into the air either.

　The sky, however, did not respond to Cryer's voice, which must have reached it.　　

　It's a good idea to take a look at the three of them with a single glance at them, then turn on your heel and walk up to the fallen sorcerer (Miroslav).


''Ma-su........''

Quiet.


　Sora stopped Miroslav from saying something in a trembling voice, and then he rolled up his sleeve and put his teeth to his arm.


.....


　He took a bite out of it in one breath.

　Sora spat out a small chunk of flesh in his mouth and sipped at the blood that flowed from the wound. Then he picked up Miroslav and pressed his bloody lips to the other man's.

　-- after a short pause, Miroslav's throat moves up and down, choking and choking.

　Eventually, when Sora parted his lips, their mouths were stained red with red blood.


''Alliance (Master), the enemy's aim is the sparrow, but now, along with the seal, inside...''


　Miroslav announced in a clearer voice than before.

　Sora nods his head and wipes his own mouth with the sleeve of his clothes and the handkerchief he took out of his pocket to wipe Miroslav's mouth.

　Then, with a slight softening of his eyes, he said to Miroslav: "You have done well to protect us both.


'You have protected us both well, thank you.

"...thank you for your kind words...


　Miroslav's voice trembles. Was it for the pain or for the pleasure?

　And then Miroslav immediately squeezed his eyes shut. He suppresses his overflowing emotions.

　Then he mentions the uninvited guests.


'Attention, please. They are....


　Sora lightly controlled Miroslav, who was about to utter the words, "Strong," and dismissed his opponent's concerns with a calm voice sound.


'I'll be fine. More importantly, I've brought Ilaria and her mother with me. I'll get you some recovery magic soon, just hold on a little longer.

Yes, sir. Please, good luck.


　Nodding, Sora laid the upper garment he had been wearing for wind protection on the ground and laid his Miroslav on top of it.

　Then, wavering, he stood up.

　The clear sound of the black sword at his waist being drawn and released struck the ear folds of those present.



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Please wait, my dear boy. I wish to speak with you first.

Talk?


　In the midst of the swirling hostility and wariness, it was Goz who opened his mouth.

　In response, Sora curved his lips in mockery.


'What do you expect me to say to a man who came up to your house with his feet on the ground in someone's absence and hurt your friends?

You are right to be angry. However, this is all in the service of avenging the demon, that I have no choice.

'You were forced to take out your heart clothes in order to take out a demon girl who didn't know how to fight?　While three blue-ringed bannermen have their heads in a row?


　Sora looked over at Goz and Berch's sisters and brother, ha, and snickered mockingly.

　Klimt tried to advance with a stern look on his face, but his movements were held back by Cryer.

　Speaking of Goz, a deep crease formed between his eyebrows as he heard the empty words.

　It wasn't because he was stirred to anger by the other man's words and actions, as Klimt was. There was a part of Sora's words that couldn't be overlooked, and it was an expression of deep confusion at that.


''........Truly, you were defending the demoness of your own volition?''


　Liddell had told him earlier that the demon man was under the protection of the sky.

　But Goz didn't believe it. Or he thought that even though it was true that he had taken shelter, Sora didn't know that the other party was a demon man. There were plenty of ways to change his appearance, be it magic or items.

　But listening to what he just said, Sora could only assume that the demon man knew that he was a demon man and hid him. It was no small shock to Goz.

　Sora, who had not been able to go beyond the Trial Rite, did not know the inside of the demon gate and did not know the truth of three hundred years ago. In that sense, it would be inevitable that his perception of the demon man would be lax. But even if it was--.


Young man. Have you forgotten the instructions to the Hokushin that have been set for you as a swordsman?

I know. But I'm not going to follow you.

Young!

'Why should a disowned person not follow the family's instructions?　It's not a good idea to call me "young" now, to begin with, it's disobeying the master's order. It's not a matter of principle.

M....it's...


　Goz chokes on his words at Sora's point.

　Sora said sarcastically to Goz, "I'm no longer a man of the sword and you're not my best friend.


I'm no longer the man of the sword, and you're not my best man," he said. You can call me by my name, Goz Sima. Just as you did five years ago when you were exiled from the island.

Young.

'I am the one who killed the monk of the ninth rank of the fourth flag. I am a great sinner who has defied your precious, precious Goyakusama. If you understand that, what do you need to say?　Follow the weak (scum) over there and get out of your mind.


　Needless to say, it was Klimt who the sky glanced at, saying that, but it was Klimt.

　Klimt, who had been called weak (scum) by the former fall guy, twisted his lips and spat out.


''Don't insinuate that you're the one who couldn't even get beyond the test rite, Sora.

'I guess you couldn't get your sister away from you beyond the test, Klimt. You were stopped by one of your own when you were upset about hurting your sister, weren't you?


　The sky did not see the scene from the previous day. But the explosion of white magic power and the pillar of fire that rose high in the sky could be seen from the back of the winged beast. He knew both the heartdressing and the character of the Belch sisters.

　Standing here on that basis, it was easy to guess what had happened.

　--It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.

　Chit, Klimt clicked his tongue and stared at the sky with a sharp gaze, and only turned his voice to Goz.


''Shima. This guy confessed to killing the monk himself. You don't mind if I cut him up now, do you?

''Although he has been disowned, he is still a person who has inherited the blood of the soke. In order to cut him down, we need to seek the judgment of your mansion. Seize him.

It's a bother but that's okay. I'll be done with this scum in seconds.


　When he said that, Klimt advanced toward the sky while holding the flame sword.

　Cryer's voice flew at his back.


It's a good idea to be careful. If it was Sora-dono who killed Jirinbo-dono, then he has definitely mastered the mind outfit.

"Don't worry, sis - Sora, that's why I'm going to take care of you. I'm sure you'll be able to relax, I'll take it easy on you and give you some time. Now, feel free to get out of your mind suit.


　If you can't say it, if you can get out," says Klimt, exuding mockery.

　--It's not that Klimt doubts his sister's words that "the sky has mastered the mind outfit".

　It's not just that he's a good friend of mine. I knew that the amount of juju I could feel from the sky was a drastic difference from five years ago. It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you can get to the point where you'll be able to get to the end of your life.

　However, that didn't mean that he didn't acknowledge the need to be cautious.

　Because, Klimt believes that Sora is bluffing.



　Even if Sora had mastered the mind attire, it was only for the past few years or even months. Klimt and Cryer have been using the mind attire for more than five years, and Goz has been using it for nearly twenty years. The experience is different.

　You can't expect to win in a one-on-one fight. You can't win in a one-on-one match, much less a one-on-three match.

　It's not just a matter of time before you're ready to go. That's why Sora doesn't dare to show his mind suit.

　If you hide your mind suit, the bottom of your power will not be discovered. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on them.

　--It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you're able to take on the three mind-armor users. That's how powerful the mind-armor of the sky is.



　It was a transparent bluff.

　That's why Klimt mocked, "If you can pull out your heart-suit, pull it out.

　There was no way I could pull it off. I'm sure that Sora will keep his relaxed attitude and keep repeating his words in a jumble - Klimt thought so.

　It's not a good look at the sky, he thought.

　Five years ago, the sky was indeed a weak man. He was struggling in vain, trying in vain. But still, he had never felt so unseemly before.


　With a bitter look on his face, Klimt took a swing of his kurikara.

　Klimt pondered as he watched the flames of his heart-suit draw a crimson arc in the air.

　There is no need to go through any more of these empty ramblings. It's a former peer, and any more abominations are not worth seeing. I'm going to end it by burning off your dominant arm with a single sword.

　If you slash at him with a kurikara, the flames will cover the wound and he will bleed only slightly. I'll be able to obey Goz's order not to kill him.

　-- that's when Klimt gathered his thoughts.

　The sky moves in front of Klimt's eyes. He stabbed the black sword he had been holding in his hand into the ground and extended his right hand straight ahead.

　And then--.


"Psychic Excitation.

...what?


　The words that came out of Sora's mouth caused Klimt to exclaim in surprise.

　He didn't expect that he would really bring out his heart outfit here, he thought unexpectedly.

　And the next moment--.


Huh?


　A groan escaped Klimt's mouth as the pressure crushed his entire body.

　Klimt wasn't the only one. It's not only Kria, but also Goz, who is making the same kind of noise.

　A black sword and a vermilion blade. The new black sword that manifested in the hands of the sky was intimidating enough to make the three Seirin (Seirin) bannermen groan.



　Their astonishment was immediately dodged by Vigilance.

　Klimt quickly took an illusionary one-sword stance. He realized that his thoughts a few moments ago had been terribly off the mark.

　It's a good idea to have a good time with them.


It's not necessary to take it easy. I'm not going to be the only one who has to deal with it. You don't have to deal with it alone, you don't have to deal with it alone, all three of you come at once.


　It was a response to Klimt's earlier words.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most of your time with us.


I don't think so. You should be grateful that I'm here to take care of you. I'm going to crush your arrogance.

Okay.


　Sora, who gave a small nod, changed his expression here.

　He lifted the edge of his lips and said in a terribly cold voice.



''Then I'll die from you - devour you, Soul Eater.　



　The moment you "pull out" your mind suit, a flash of light explodes.

　Night descends for a moment in the garden of a mansion filled with summer sunshine. Because of the power of the soul-eaters, the darkness of night cannot be dispelled by the flames of the heart-suit (Kurikara).

　Klimt, deprived of his vision, is left with an unavoidable gap.

　It is the only way to get rid of it.　

　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm going to be able to do anything about it.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.


''Wha!


　When Klimt saw this, he was astonished.

　He was just about to be caught off guard and was in a disadvantageous position. Even in a clash between the two heart-dressers, if they were defeated, there would be no way to recover.

　It only took a moment for the balance to be shattered.


''Kill (Char)!

What's going on?


　Sora's sword, swung with all his strength, flicked Klimt's sword and cut it down from shoulder to waist in one fell swoop.

　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

　He concentrated his power on his left leg and rotated his body around that point. The stone pavement at his feet creaked as if to scream, and a smell of burning could be heard in the air.

　Immediately, this time, he focused his power on his right leg. Aiming at Klimt's chest, which was defenseless in front of him, he slammed his fullest right leg in the manner of a spinning kick.


''---ah!


　Without a pause, Klimt's body flies through the air.

　He couldn't even scream, splattering blood all over the place.

　Klimt was slammed into the cobblestone pavement as it was, and he rolled with great vigor, bouncing two or three times like a ball.

　When he eventually stopped moving, Klimt's body was behind the gate - outside the empty mansion.