Pure white flames were released from Granberza-sama's body.

　The flame of nature is a vermillion red.
　It shone a white color that extinguished all impurities.

''A white flame?　White?　Ridiculous!''

　Witnessing this, Drismegian was excessively upset.

''Are you saying that's another magical flame with the power of your thoughts in it?　It caused the flames to discolor!　But!''

　Granberza-sama's 'Anasai Jiaozo Jiaozo Immanent Flame Hell' is a special magic that causes jet-black flames to burn away the enemy.
　The flames turned to black due to the spell power added to the magic flame.

''What kind of emotions, such as white, can be mixed to produce such a color!　The color of the flames mixed with feelings is black, and on top of that is red!　What else could it be?
That's just because you're narrow-minded in your vision of the world.

　The demonic flames that emitted a dazzling white light as bright as the mid-heaven sun only overwhelmed Drismegian.

''All you see are emotions of anger, hatred. The only thing you see is anger, hatred and uncontrolled turbidity. It's only natural that the color will darken if you mix them with the fire.
That's all right!　Then we'll see how well your prized white flame works!

　The Drismegian's spewing flames changed color.
　Once it turned black, and from there to a crimson red.

''These are the souls of all the third class adventurers we devoured on our way here!　I wasn't going to use a spoonful of the Spiritual Transmutation Hellfire until I fought him!　Show me the power you have to match this!

　

　At first, he fought with only his own magical power and then with the power of the assimilated magical beasts.
　It was unfathomable that he still had the power he had preserved above this.

''Kehaaaaah!''

　The crimson flames that were released attacked Granbaza-sama and Aranziel-san in line.
　It was thought that the large flame would easily swallow the two people and burn them out, but........

''........What?

　It was not to be.
　The white flames surrounding Granbaza-sama are drowning out the flames of harmful intent from the side of the touch.

''The flames are extinguishing the flames?　What kind of logic is that?　You've taken away my right to control magic again!
Don't you know that a flame that has transformed into spirit can't work like that?
"Kuke-haaaaah!

　Unable to fully understand the current situation, Drismegian unleashes his flames.
　But the result is the same.
　The white flame does not accept any hostility or harm and silently extinguishes it.

''This is Granbaza's secret proficiency, Jikouto Soten.

　His nemesis, Mr. Arantzill, says.
　'They have known each other's fearful and troublesome nature better than anyone else.

The white flame, laced with compassion, silently extinguishes all evil intent. It is truly a purifying flame.
Compassion, eh?
You never had any idea. Did you think that the power of the thoughts mixed with the flames was only anger and hatred?
Of course!

　Drismegian rage.

'It's not just magic!　The power of the fire!　The most violent and destructive of the four magical attributes!　The only emotions that are most in line with that power are anger, and hate!
That's your smallness.

　Lady Granberza takes over the question and answer.

'Your answer may be, but I have arrived at a different answer. The extreme of it is this white flame. From the time I held baby Dariel in this hand. I have seen the true meaning of power.

　When an adult holds a baby in his arms, he limits his strength to the maximum.
　They hold the baby gently and tenderly, killing most of the strength they have gained to avoid hurting the baby, who is unable to sit on his neck, thin and ready to break.

I have learned that this power is the true meaning of fire. The flames that, if touched directly, can burn and consume everything, can become the compassion that warms the frozen ones if lit with the right distance and firepower. The power that has been forged to the extreme and has led to the Warriors...

　Like the sun that rises in the very heavens.

"Sending warmth that gently shines on the world's living beings. Like the most powerful sun in the heavens. What is the power of fire?

　What is the power of fire.....

'Compassion supported by the unlimited self-control of the strong. That is the power of the flame.
''You've got to be kidding me!

　Drismegian rises madly.

''Are you an idiot?　How do you arrive at such a conclusion?　The fire is the most powerful force of all!　Burn it all down!　No more destructive force!　How dare you speak such worldly words to pure violence where there is no room for deception!
Pure. Isn't that a myth?　There is no such thing as true purity in this world!

　The Drizmegians continue to release flames in an attempt to burn their enemies, but it is still in vain.
　The white flames of Lady Granberza's white flames really do a great job of extinguishing harm and putting you at ease.

　Because it is a flame, it slowly spreads and finally envelops the point where Drismegian is.

"Ughhhhhhhh!　.........?　Ha!　Hot, not hot....?
''How can a flame that blots out harmful intent be harmful?

　Lady Granberza's white flame was a flame that never burned anything it touched.
　That's exactly what it was, as gentle as holding a baby, only transmitting warmth.

''It nullifies all the harmful actions of the enemy and does not have any offensive influence from you. It's a nasty fire. If they put this out there, the only way to stop the war is to stalemate the war effort.
Thanks to this magic, I can always bring the game to a draw. You couldn't stand it against them, could you?

　That's right, Granbaza-sama's ultimate profoundness, 'Jikou Kabuto-Ten', was a flame of compassion and therefore would not harm anyone.
　It is the ultimate power to erase all harmful intentions, but the magic that has no offensive power ultimately lacks decisive power in battle.

　That's why Granbaza-sama's second profound technique, 'Anosu Jiaozo Jiaozo Immersion Flame Hell', was better known to his enemies and allies as the strongest contraption.

　However, in the long battle to the death with Alanziel-san, it was always the white flame rather than the black flame that determined the outcome of the battle.

　All of Mr. Alanziel's Asura's slash flashes would be meaningless if they touched the white flames.
　It was because of this Granbaza-sama's Ultimate Profoundness that the battle between the two of them lasted for a tremendous period of thirty years without being settled.

''O Aranziel. If this were a match between you, it would end here.''
Of course. I'm not going to have to deal with a situation where every attack is nullified. As soon as he uses that stupid magic, I'll pull out.

　But this time the enemy does not have that much grace.
　Hatred is the power of the fire, and it wastes its power with empty resistance, unable to concede its obsession.

''This oh-oh-oh!　Kuhaaaaah!

　Because the surrounding area was already surrounded by gaping white flames, the flames of rampage disappeared the moment they were released.
　So, to the side eye, it was not even clear that it was being magic ejected, it just looked like a dumbass waving his arms around in the dark.

''It's ridiculous. No matter how intelligent you are, you can act so foolishly just by sticking to your own ideas.''
Are you going to do it, Alanziel?
Of course.

　Mr. Alanziel steps forward, stick in hand.

"This is my battle. What will you do without my help?
Oh, yeah, that was too much.
'No, it's not. I can see now that the white flame you showed me is where I'm going to end up too.

　Mr. Alanziel says.

'In the first place, the world I was supposed to see by raising Dariel was the world I was supposed to see. At last, after thirty years of detours, I stand on a new stage. I will catch up with you where I stand.
I'm nothing of the sort. I couldn't even tell my own son the answers I'd come up with after so much experience and thought.
That regret is also one of the strengths that will shape you.

　They take failure, regret, and lack of distortion and turn it into strength.

　This is the power of the strongest men in their old age.

"I, Arantziel, am the first to fight. Now I'm going to fight my first battle as a hero.

　Drismegian was already at the mercy of the white flames and was no longer in the fight.

　The white flames, which took the form of the polarity that Granbaza-sama had arrived at, rendered all harmful attacks meaningless and extinguished.

　There was no distinction between friend and foe.

　No matter what kind of attack they hurled at the Drismegian wrapped in white flame right now, it would eventually be erased and mean nothing.

''But now. I can do it now. I can put to death the evil fools without damaging the meaning of that white flame. Now, I have someone to protect at my back, if it were me now...

　Aranzir the Great Brave.
　The man who never stopped changing even in his old age composed a new poem about a new technique.

"Ching-Of-Sky.

The technique that sounds the same as "Super Emperor Splitting Sky", however.
　It's actually a completely different and terrifying effect.