Every time I wielded Falveti, I could feel my heart filling up.



　Currier silently withstands the attack, protecting his face with his arms.

　I would like to bask in this rapture as much as possible, even if it's just for one beu (one second).
　But speaking of complicated moods, it was a complicated mood.
　There was one me who wanted to see Currier break at the sight of his companion's corpse, and the other me who wanted to see Currier endure the attack and die together.
　But the noise now, the former won out.

　Love is a fundamental evil, Noyes thinks.
　It is because of love that the human creature with selfishness and evil in its heart has been infested in this world.
　If it weren't for love, Noyes might not be so obsessed with Currier Versteen.

　Because I love you, I want to have it.
　Because I love you, I want to make you dance on my palm.
　Because I love you, I want to make you turn your feelings to me.

　Because I love you, I want to destroy you.


　I want to destroy the bird.
　We can forgive a bird if it goes out of its cage.
　But you must not miss anyone but your owner.
　You must not allow your heart to be bothered by anyone but its owner.
　If it does, rip off its wings.
　Burn the new nest down mercilessly.
　Kill the bird, kill it.


　Noyes breaks out in a cold sweat as he carves lacerations and worm swellings on Currier's limb with his falveti.

　-- how horrible it is.

Love is a really, really terrible emotion. But--

　It is also love that gives us supreme joy,

　Tasogale said.

　Love is destruction, he said.

　The more beautiful a thing is, the more we want to destroy it.
　The more fragile a piece of art is placed in a dangerous place, the more emotional it is.
　The vile degradation that comes with admiring a beautiful, filth-stained bird can be ecstatic at the same time.

　And the moment a fragile work of art is cracked by a scratch, or a beautiful bird can no longer stand its own defilementation and screams, that is the moment.

　It is supremely beautiful, heartless and dramatic.

'No matter how you turn, you can't escape my hand, Currier but it's all right!　If you break down at the sight of the wreckage of your fellow man, I'll write the entire script for your future life!
......................
'Hahaha!　I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking... ahhhhhhh!　I'm trying to think of a way to survive the attack and somehow get me killed!　But-- but it's useless!　The rest of us can't break the 'white noise'!　I've blocked out the spellcaster, Hibigami, and Lokiia!　You don't have the strength to fight me anymore!　I'm sorry, Cuuuuuuureeeeeeeeeeeeee!　Now I'm dying to see the curtain of the one you broke!　I want to see it!　I want to see, I want to see, I want to see!　

　It was a moment of crazy love that surpassed the dramatic craving for death.

　Love is destruction.

　If I let go of my gaze for a moment, the forbidding spellcaster and the hibigami were doing something about it.
　But I don't know.
　I don't need the noise in this moment.

　I send the magic element into the collar-type magic tool.

　The summoning formula.
　For anti-Hibigami, the ultimate weapon.
　A summoning formula appears behind the noise, emitting a purple-blue light.
　A medium-sized golem.
　A purple luminescence line running on a black body.
　Mischievous horns protrude, and purple-tinted magic element is spat out of its black-toothed mouth like scaly powder.
　Its muscle tissue is a composite of a human from hell.
　Its body size is almost the same as the Four Deadly Disasters.
　In order to surpass the level of threat he had seen in the Four Deadly Disasters, he had focused on creating this golem, even if he had to lower the quality of the other golems.
　The current strongest golem in terms of its single combat ability.
　No, it's not just for use against Hibigami.
　In the unlikely event that I ever found myself in a situation where I had to fight against the Four Deadly Disasters, I was planning to use it to fight the Four Deadly Disasters as well.
　If Hibigami was going to set it up, then let this guy deal with it.
　No one can stop this play.
　I won't let it.
　The play will be completed at all costs.
　You can pull back the curtain.

　If we stun Currier, it might not be a bad idea to use this golem for the slaughter of our people.
　Its ferocity is nothing compared to the other golems.
　I'm sure they will kill us cruelly.
　It's a good thing that they're not the same.

　--An incantation user, huh?

''I was worried about her existence, but...''

　Currier reacted to the word "forbidden spell user".

''But Currier, do you properly ... understand?''
You see?　What, huh?

　The noise that doesn't stop attacking - in fact, it distorts the expression on your face while making the attack more and more irritating.

You don't really care who it is, do you?
Wha...?
'You didn't let your shunned words falter and continue to say kind words without faltering... I mean, any man who would finally come into your realm would have been fine with you!
No, no, no--
You're just a slut in your own right, Currier!
No, it's not!
'The more bare you are, the more you admit it!　See, see, you mean it's a figurehead!　The essence of Currier Versteen is anyone who can say a kind word to her, a slut that even the Jail God Odysogezeer would be dismayed by!　Hahahahaha!　If it's someone who can heal your loneliness, if it's someone who accepts your kindness, you were anyone!　Awful woman, awful woman, awful woman, awful woman!
No.... no... because he's... because he's not... because Kurohiko... Hiko--

　That currier is crying.
　She was bursting into tears.
　A shudder went through Noyes.
　Pleasure.
　The more you love someone, the more pleasurable the moment is.



　You will be able to find out how to use it.

Words can easily destroy people depending on how they are used and what they are intended for.

　Tathogare, with a blank expression on his face, held the empty glass cup and suddenly slammed it down on the table.
　The cup shattered and glass fragments scattered.

''Like this.''



　Words can sometimes be transformed into weapons laden with terrible violence.
　A weapon that crushes the heart, a murky weapon.
　And those who have a powerful weapon in their hands will want to use it.
　That is the saga of man.

''Eeeeeeeee!　What's the difference?　You're not looking for Sagara Kurohiko!　I just wanted someone who would accept me for who I am!　Admit it, Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut!
I don't... I don't know... I don't know what's so hard for me to understand, but... that's the only thing that's out there...
'With me understanding you so well!　What?　Who!　Who's gone?

The only person I could think of as being the 'same kind' as me... was--Sagara Kurohiko, that's all!

　It's out of my hand.

What's that?

　He was deprived.

'Feeling bad,'

　It has been completely taken away from me by Sagara Kurohiko.
　This extreme jealousy - how pleasant it is!
　I feel my love growing deeper.

　I've tasted it!　I've tasted the best of both worlds!　Now I can completely and mindlessly destroy you - without a care in the world!

　An onslaught of noise with no mercy.
　Soon after, a satisfying blow was decided.
　I could see that Currier's consciousness was about to be cut off.

I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this. --
'With the weight of this love, I can crush the entity that is Currier Versteen!　Shattered, my beloved 'Silver Otsu--'





"----------Third curse, release.





　A voice.
　A voice.
　A voice that was not supposed to be heard here and now.
　Unintentionally, the attacker's hand stopped.
　The next moment--


　A lightning sound roared out, and a beam of red and black passed through.


　The black thunderbolt, clad in red, pierced the white wall of noise and gouged the ground - and broke the black and purple golem behind the noise in half, breaking it in half.
　The light from the looming death of the lightning made a part of the hair tip of the noise that was further dominated by the wind disappear.
　If it had been a direct hit, it would have died for sure.
　The lips of the wide-eyed Noyes moved slowly.


''Forbidden, messenger.


　He stood up and stayed.


That noise that comes out of your mouth--it's just so deafening.


　He's talking.

'....You're kidding.

　The golem that was generated with the certainty that it would be good enough for even the Four Deadly Disasters was struck.
　The nucleus placed in the robustly protected area is also destroyed, making it impossible for it to even regenerate.
　It begins to dissolve, the strongest golem.

　--Fool, na.

　The third forbidden curse.

　--What the hell, that power.

　The black and purple golem had sacrificed some of its offensive power in order to be used later on as a shield.
　To that extent, he had increased his defense to the limit.
　That's just one blow.
　Even that "white wall noise" was easily sliced through like a thin layer of brittle ice.
　A cold one strokes my spine.

　-- So what the hell was the 'thing'?

　What was that man, Bescham Angren, who prevented the third curse with his back and arms?

　At last, that man was able to activate the third curse inside his body and withstand five shots.
　Beschgum Angren.
　The beastly sky-blue sky-blue.
　Perhaps that was a broken being in this world.
　Broken and transformed, a monster.
　It was a veritable 'destroyer'.



　Noyes quickly switched his thoughts and let them run.

　--Why would Sagara Kurohiko chant a forbidden spell and yet be able to move?

　The duration of the 'silence granting' that was given to him should not have expired yet.
　Originally, he shouldn't be able to speak for at least a day.
　What did you do.
　What in the world--
　Seeing the expression on Hibigami's face, Noyes realized.

His body is able to move....

　A noise that probes your own bosom.
　A tongue lashing.

''You stole it, that bastard. It's the one that's rotten.

　A glance at Currier.
　He's fainting.
　Then there's no need to pay attention to Currier now.
　Noise turns to the forbidding spell user.

''Nornzort Gadget...................White Wall, Noise.''

　A wall of rough dust that resembles a sandstorm appears in front of you.
　It's a different kind of "white wall noise".
　From here you can see well beyond the wall, but from the other side the noise should be obscured by the sandstorm.

　--The golem's position was a blessing.

　Thanks to this, the worst-case scenario, where that potentially fatal ninth forbidden spell was suddenly used, was avoided.
　However, there is no indication that the forbidding spell user learned of the disadvantage because of it.
　The forbidding user, bleeding from the corner of his right eye and mouth, picked up the sword that lay beside him.

''-- Eighth Forbidden Curse ... Second Realm, Release.

　A black mucus-like substance clung to the forbidding spell user's left arm, turning his left arm into a miserable black arm.
　The forbid user reached into the gap in the noise wall that had been torn open by the third curse and grabbed the edge of the wall.
　Crack, a crack ran through the wall.
　The wall, shattered.
　An intruder stepped into the 'world' of the two men.

' -- 'White wall, noise'

　Generate a wall behind the forbidding spell user.
　Now the forbidding spell user has been 'captured'.

　Noyes drooped a paragraph and took one deep, disgusted breath.
　Then he looks up and spreads his hands.
　Probably only Noise's voice can reach the other side.
　But the forbidding spell user, who should not be able to recognize Noise's appearance, was staring straight at me.
　Therefore, it was an unintentional action I took.

"Jumping in without permission is tactful, master of the forbidden spell.
"Shut up, you second-rate playwright.

　Hmmm, Noyes smiles.

'You'd be surprised how much longer a second-rate playwright whose only skill is to be clever is Noh, than a first-rate playwright with a sharp talent.
Then you'll be getting out of playwriting today. I'll break your clever little Noh brush.
Hmm, that's quite a mouthful, don't you think? But what do you want to do?　If you use that third prohibition any longer, you might lose that right eye too, right?
I'm not going to use a third one today.
'Haha, self-preservation. Isn't that right?　No matter how crazy you are, you can't go that far, can you?
I need to watch more.
Oh?

I want to see my beloved Currier-san with my own eyes more often. So the third curse is that one shot, that's the end of it.

"Shit. An amateur playwright can't come up with a line like that and expect it to look pretty.
It's not nearly as bad as this play you wrote.
Hmph, as Hibigami says, these kinds of people are really the same as the rest.
I am!

　The forbidding curse user who took another step forward turned his deadly eyes, impregnated with determination, at me.

''If someone I care about seems to be in pain, I want to help them. I want to give them words of encouragement to make them feel better. If I can share the pain, I want to share it. I want to help them find a way to forgive or detachment from their sins. I don't want to pile on top of each other, but I want to listen to their complaints and weaknesses as much as I can. I won't even stop asking the questions I should be asking myself. I'll forget what I need to forget, but I'll never forget what I shouldn't. And my friends and bonds are more important to me than life. That's why I--

　The forbidding spell user draws his sword.

'Even if I'm weak, even if I'm made a fool of, I'm going to walk the path I believe in, with these feet.'

　Noyes coldly looked at the forbidden user.

''........What?　It's this kind of crappy flow of how this is a reversal.

　Noyes whistled one, then crossed his arms and smiled.

''Hmph, though, if you can bust this reversal-like flow here and turn it into a despairing color, don't you think you can break out into a first-rate devilish talent as a playwright?

　When he called the messenger he was using to monitor the Holy Tree Knights that he had called with his whistle, Noyes held it in front of his chest.
　Next, he activated the 'Decorative Sight'.
　The messenger's eyes stared at Noyes.
　The messenger's face is reflected in the decorative spectacle that floats in the air.

You're right, the biggest noise on this stage is you, just as I read it, isn't it?
Not as much as you do, noise.
''I'm sorry, but... this is the end of our promise to help Forbidden Spell-chan, Currier. I'm sorry, but I'm going to ask him to leave the stage of this world--forever.

　The noise gathered more magic elements.

　True.
　Really.

　Now, the curtain.

　Kill Sagara Krohiko and destroy Currier Versteen completely.

　Noyes raised his chin and stared at the forbidding spell user with all the hatred in his eyes.
　The forbidding spell user holds his sword at the ready.


''This eye-catching forbidding curse user who stole my precious currier is here to make me--''


This droning, noisy, deafening stage of yours is where I--


　Their voices were overlapping.




"I'm gonna smash you.