Currier turned his cold eyes on Zemeckis, no less than the ice spear that had been released earlier.

''Do you know what is the most important thing in battle?''

　Currier wields a light blade.
　In addition, fresh blood gushes out of Zemeckis' shoulder.
　Zemeckis looks down holding the wound.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.

'It's about assessing the opponent's strength. I don't know if it's the stuff of despair or what, but you neglected to assess the competence of your opponent and licked me. As a result, that carelessness was fatal.

　Currier continues to shower Zemeckis with slashes around his legs.

''Guh!''

　Zemeckis lowers his posture and shelters his legs with his arms.

'Your life is speed, isn't it?　You mean the leg?　This blade of light will even slice through your hard skin - if you can't avoid it with your legs.

　He aims at Zemeckis' face, whose defenses have been lifted, and swings his sword with a swoosh.
　Quickly, Zemeckis moves his head.
　A single character wound runs across Zemeckis' forehead.
　From his forehead, blood flowed.
　It seems that he aimed for his eyes, but just in time, he shifted his position.

''Noooooooo........!

　Zemeckis's shoulders showed a convulsive tremble.

''Guh........gahhhhhh!

　Zemeckis' left arm flashed.
　An explosive technique.
　Its activation was faster than Currier's attempt to cut off his arm.
　Explosive flame.
　Currier jumping away.

　Zemeckis, in his bloody form, appears from behind the smoke.
　Her hair, which had been neatly stroked, is frayed, and her expression already has no trace of the face she had when they first met.

　It's your fault for making me uncomfortable, all of you for making me uncomfortable. Don't expect mercy from this place don't expect it to be reciprocated. I'm going to kill you I'm going to kill you.

　It seems to be certain that attacks that originated from magic elements are hard to effect.
　Even with that highly compressed blade of light, it was not enough to tear off an arm or head.
　The Four Deadly Disasters.
　It was still not an easy opponent.
　Among the enemies he had encountered in the past, apart from Hibigami, he was undoubtedly the strongest opponent.　
　However, the opponent is definitely wearing out.

　Hmph, Currier lets out a breath.
　The continuous use of the light blade and the light spear, and the earlier blow with the power, consumed the same for Currier.
　But I can't retreat here.
　Currier readies his sword.

''I've got to quickly screw you over and go.

　--those guys, by the way.

　Rokia had also finished her reconfiguration and was on her feet.
　The upper half of his uniform is in tatters.
　But there was not a single scratch on her body.
　It is a fearsome regeneration ability.

'I'm sorry about your opponent, Four Bad Luck. I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

　His mouth was still forming a wicked smile.
　Zemeckis turned to Rokia behind him.

''I'll kill you ... I'll kill you, but that's your face ... I'd like to rip that disgusting margin off your face, at least for once, wouldn't I?

　As he said that, Zemeckis turned towards Currier and rushed forward.
　The legs of the lifeline were intact.
　It seems that no matter how much carelessness there was, Zemeckis also has at least a firm grasp of what his best weapon is.
　A leg that has been defended.
　And the best acceleration so far.

　--Come.

　Pushing down the sense of exhaustion that lingered throughout her entire body, Currier gripped the hilt tightly.

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

　Zemeckis' trajectory, which he had expected, was off.
　Now, his eyes did not catch the currier.
　And his body is empty.
　He swings a blade of light.
　Zemeckis' side of the body is ripped open.
　Bloodshed.
　Blood dances in the air and flows backwards.
　Still, Zemeckis does not stop.
　He runs to his wounded.
　Where is he really going to go?
　Currier half-turns his body and follows Zemeckis with his gaze.
　The one ahead of him was.

Gozuto, run!

　He was trying to get the sword out of the coffin, it was Gozth.
　Currier hurried after Zemeckis.
　When Gozuto noticed the impending Four Wrongs, he hurriedly grabbed two swords and threw them towards Lokia.
　And

　Zemeckis' hand blade pierced through Gozuto's body.

''Gu, mmm--''

　Gozuto vomits blood.
　Currier was about to cut him with the blade of light, but Zemeckis immediately switched his position and used Gozuto as a shield.
　This takes away the opportunity to attack.

''The death of a trusted comrade.......cheap move, but it's effective, you know.

　Zemeckis' voice raspy.
　Gozuto looked at Loki, his face contorted and breathing wildly.

'Loki, a.'
Oh.
It's all yours.

　Gozuto's thrown sword had fallen in front of Lokia.
　Rokia's smile faded and she folded her arms.

'Good work so far, Goztho Zagway.

　Wobbling, and.
　Gozuto falls forward.
　Deadly.
　That was fatal.
　And.

　Just before he poked his face into the ground, Goztho was laughing.

　Zemeckis, who had thrown the coffin with the lid closed outside the castle walls, stared at Lokia with an unrepentant look on his face.

''........Hey, why?''

　For a change, Zemeckis' voice was disapproving.
　However, while talking to Rokia, he did not neglect to keep a firm check on Currier.

''Ah?　What?

　Rokia asks back flatly as she picks up the sword at her feet.

'Your mate is dead, remember?　That mongrel carcass lying there is one of yours, isn't it?　Oh ... or was it just a dumping ground?

　As if to provoke him, Zemeckis points to the body of Goztho.

'There, trash.'
You may want to get me upset, but you don't know what you're doing, Four Bad News.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't be such a pushover, okay?　We know you were in bed with that piece of garbage. You didn't kill him because you could see through it. Well, it was trash, wasn't it?
Kuhn I said you don't understand, okay?
...what?

　Zemeckis' voice was laced with irritation.

The death of a colleague is an everyday occurrence in the Kingdom of the Fool. It's a good thing that you're a senior citizen, or else you wouldn't understand. That apocalypse is the roost.

　Rokia placed her fist on her temple.

And the Kingdom of the Fools does not mourn the death of its own people because we only value our time together rather than the future that has already been lost. "And the fool's kingdom does not mourn the death of its own people, because we only value the time we have spent together, rather than the future that has already been lost. The only thing we think about is how we're going to spend our time until we die. To hell with the future that could have been........hey senpai, can I ask you a question?　You don't mean it, do you?
What?

　Rokia showed her pointed teeth and sneered.

You don't really think that a bunch of fools like us can be so clever as to mourn the death of a fellow human being, do you?

　Zemeckis' eyes hang up.
　His eyes and expression are stained with rage and hatred.

"You're always trying to be strong, you know....brat.
Kukkuu... that's why?　How many times have I told you--

　Rokia pointed the tip of her sword at Zemeckis.

'Laugh it up, Four Deadly Woe.'

　At that moment, I knew something had snapped in Zemeckis.　

'So - I'm telling you to stop with that blink-and-you'll-miss-it margin, and the pouting, and the laughing, you little shit, brat, aaaaaaah!　I'm tired of all this!　Just the real deal now!　I'm going to kill you and Currier right now!　Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

　Zemeckis moved.
　He flew a signal with his Rokia gaze.
　The kind of mindfulness of the Kingdom of Fools that he had just uttered was probably not a lie.
　I felt that the expression that Gozuto showed me at the end proved it.
　But it seems that Rokia also had an aim to upset Zemeckis by daring to flush it out plainly.
　The moment he let out a yell of anger, an opening was created for Zemeckis at once.
　The anger might increase his strength and speed, but if he let himself be drowned in killing intent, a moment of unconsciousness would always appear on his face.
　And.

　The tense battle began.

　　　　　　　　　　*.

　How much time has passed since the fierce battle began?
　The beast that had obtained wild rage instead of reason was fighting fiercely with Currier and Rokia in a form that was almost insane.

　Zemeckis's explosive technique, Rokia as a shield, reconstitution, Currier's light blade flying, blood sprayed out of Zemeckis's chest, Zemeckis unleashing a fist while splashing blood, fists closing in on Currier--

　Lokia finishes reconstructing and deploys a defensive jutsu, Zemeckis releases his back fist and dives into Lokia's face, Currier uses the time prevented by the defensive jutsu to evade, Zemeckis swings his arm around, Lokia thrusts his holy sword into Zemeckis' arm, Zemeckis roars, an opening, Currier's light blade cuts Zemeckis' finger Jump--

Gulp, gulp!

　Zemeckis shakes a fist that has lost one finger and flies blood towards Lokia's eyes, Lokia twists her neck to avoid it, Currier's barrage of blows, Zemeckis's arm gets chopped up, blood splatters, blood returns, Currier quickly returns the blade while breathing on his shoulder--

　And then.

　Currier's magical armor disappears.

　There is no way that Zemeckis could have missed this perfect opportunity.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.

''Ha, ha, ha...!

　Currier's face was down and he repeated his breathing painfully.
　Normally, it is obvious that the body would scream if it was handling that many holy elements on a constant basis.
　It's no wonder.

''I apologize for underestimating you, but.......but you still went too far, you guys. There's nothing you can do to make me angry. What is it going to do to make me take it seriously?　Oh?
..........
I'm gonna hit you, okay?　I'm gonna hit you with everything I've got. That's enough. You're going to despair of a dead body. That's settled.

　Lokia's holy sword scrapes off Zemeckis' right ear.
　But Zemeckis's expression didn't twitch.
　Zemeckis grabbed Currier's head.

''This time, I'm going to keep the skull--''
So, you know.

　The Revelgate is rapidly growing in brilliance.
　The highest amount of light so far spreads around.

　--jutsu magic armor, re-dressing.


"You're underestimating the importance of this, dear.


　Currier sneered, huffing and puffing.

'I got him.'

　I return the words that Zemeckis uttered when he grabbed my head before, exactly as he said them.

''Gu, nuh-uh--''

　Revelgate is piercing Zemeckis's belly - everything was put into this blow.

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

　Zemeckis, who is spitting blood, tries to reach his left arm to his stomach.
　But his left hand doesn't move.
　Zemeckis frowns incomprehensibly.
　His eyeballs gyrate.
　His left arm was wrapped in Lokia's 'Ice Spear'.

　You're in a hurry, Four Bad News.

　Yes.
　The reason I was lured twice to Zemeckis' bait was because I was in a hurry.
　I admit it.
　Impatience and anger are distractions.

　So this time - the currier sowed the bait, this time.
　I thought that Zemeckis, now that he was losing sight of himself, would bite if he acted a little weak.
　He thought that if he gave the illusion that his power to use the holy element was exhausted, he would be easily mistaken.

　As a result, Zemeckis easily ate the bait.

　Malice or not, excessive feelings for his opponent stripped him of his weapon of calmness.

'You should have been more indifferent to us, you know.

　I put strength into my hand that grips the handle.
　Gulping, I lift the revergate upward as it is.
　Clenching your teeth, you push the hilt up with all your might--

'Guh, gahhhh!

　Zemeckis's screams echo around him.
　Regardless of Zemeckis' struggles, Currier wields what strength he has left and pushes Revelgate up with all his might.
　Zemeckis' arm glows.
　Explosive Technique.
　Here, you finally remember that.
　The fact that I hadn't thought of it before is probably because I had lost my cool.
　But I can't stop here.
　And so, the next thing that sounded mixed in with Zemeckis' exclamation was--

　It was Currier's, a cry of ripped-off enthusiasm.

　　　　　　　　　　*.

　Thus.

　Zemeckis Angren collapsed into a red pool made of his own spilled blood and fell silent.