Valaga Wormood was not in a good mood.

　He was to go to the south gate guarded by Currier at the suggestion of Shanatrice Tuelf.

'Even though we are guests, what are we going to do if we, who are here as guards, go out!　The Order of the Sacred Tree is in no position to ask for our help!　Therefore, it is time for us to offer our cooperation!

　At first, my first impression of him was that he didn't deserve the name "Witch," but he was, indeed, a cunning man.

"If you won't help me, I'll use my ingenuity to bring the forbidding spell-caster to the princess Helu tonight. ?　Why do I say that?　But you don't like that, do you?

　What a great way to create an air of compulsion to move, using Princess Hel as a dupe.
　Looks don't seem to deceive you.

　But now, something in Varaga is refusing to reach the south gate.

　It's a feeling similar to when Hibigami showed up in the branch city and stole from them.
　Something instinctive is telling you that you can't go.

　If you go there, it will only be a problem for your world.

　Then follow your instincts.
　This is the voice of the heart that deserves to be heard.

　There must be something more than useless to your world right now in the South Gate.
　In any case, there will be only a limited number of people who can defeat that 《Silver Maiden》, and on the contrary, if there is an enemy in the South Gate with more power than Currier, then I don't want to get involved with such a troublesome opponent.

　I have no obligation to protect Currier, nor do I have any righteousness.
　Although he is relatively likable among those from the Sixth House, he doesn't have to put his own world in danger to protect it.
　If he was an enemy of the Four Deadly Calamities class, all he had to do was secure the safety of Princess Hel and quickly run back to the branch city.
　I don't care what happens to this Renowthread, and whether the Holy King or Ruvel Argan's guests die, that's just someone else's business.
　Of course, it would be better if no one else died, especially Currier.

　Valaga is sometimes willing to cut away elements that are unnecessary to his world.
　If it's unnecessary, he cuts it away mercilessly.
　When these elements are stripped away, the world becomes more transparent.

　In the world of Varaga, Varaga Wormood is the center of all things.
　Everything else is nothing more than the furniture that decorates your world.

　It would be nice to have it.
　It would be useful.

　Valaga simply arranges and preserves "as much as possible" of the things he feels as he goes along.

　He considers this thought to be a natural part of being human.

　No one and he is the center of his world.
　One's thoughts are nothing special.
　They are just a natural part of being a human being.
　I would venture to say that we are just a little less emotional about things other than ourselves than other people.

　In fact, if there is a world where the center of your world is occupied by something other than yourself, that world is broken and crazy.
　If there is a person who is willing to strip away his or her own self in order to protect the other person at the center of the world, it is a monster in human form or something else.
　Unless it's explained as excessive self-absorption, drunk on the form of dramatic self-sacrifice, Varaga can't accept its existence.

　Then, for some reason, the face of that cursed user suddenly came to mind.
　He was a man who left a strange impression on her.
　There must be something special about that currier when he's opening his mind.

''If I could, I'd be grateful if he would kill Hibigami, which is the biggest concern for me,''

　Blurting out to himself, Varaga was strolling around the Great Sacred Field, killing time.
　The members of the Holy Tree Knights were rushing around in a hurry.
　At each gate, he heard that the battle with the Endno Ten Indicators Army had already begun.
　The people surrounding a small desk in a corner of the room are probably the ones who share and check the information of each gate.

''Mi, only the south gate still hasn't received any information!
What?
What do we do now?
Nanmen is that girl from the Sixth House?
As I recall, she also defeated the Four Deadly Disasters, right?
The problem is with Nod-dono and Lili-dono.......
I'm told that somewhere at the gates, the Machina-sama is on her way--
Master Machina?
But he's also a master magician.
Um... well, I guess it's all right...

　Honestly, I didn't think they were competent.
　From the feel of it, it didn't seem like they were trying to get information from us.
　Maybe they were so short on personnel, or maybe they were sent indoors because they had one foot in incompetence....

　Well, the only thing Valaga should be concerned about is the safety of Princess Hel at the moment.
　The rest of it doesn't matter, so it doesn't matter.

　

　Varaga was now walking to the corridor around the halfway point between the north gate and the east gate.
　The whole time he was tracking that man.

　--The smell, at least, should be hidden.

　A familiar smell.
　The smell of the apocalypse.

　We've got information about the end-of-the-world ten-indicator army that is planning to attack -- or is currently attacking -- the end-of-the-world ten-indicator army.
　I heard that the one who made the attack this time was the Endo no 8 Funeral Blade.

　--Didn't the Nine Erasures End General come out?

　The man with the odor of Doomsday Township has not noticed Varaga's tail.
　Even though he is oblivious to the signs, the degree is known when he does not notice this.
　Like a snake that is noiselessly looming, Varaga is crucified behind the man.

　Pop.

　When I put my hand on his shoulder, the man yelled out in surprise.

'Whoa!　What... what do you need?

　Valaga made a smile.

'I can't hide it well.'
What?
When you put a number in a group's name that shows off how many people you belong to, there are certain preconceptions that are there.
What do you mean...?
I would use that preconception to my advantage.

　The man's voice was trembling.
　He couldn't move.
　He understands that if he moves, he will be killed in the blink of an eye.

　Valaga's eyes were shaped like a horseshoe and he laughed.

''For example, if you call yourself the last [8] funeral blade, I would prepare a [ninth] as a backup.

You're not gonna...
If that's the case, then what exactly is the number of you here in the middle of the general public?
In the same apocalypse...

　Gosh.

It can be a challenge if your sense of smell is weak.

　Varaga snapped the neck of the nameless man of the End No. 8 Funeral Blade with a flowing motion.

''You should have at least sent someone competent enough to make me use the 《1no defilement》, don't you think, Final Ten Indication Army?




　I recall the map and information about the Great Sacred Ground.
　When I was told about the attackers, the detailed information was given to me by Renowthred's side.
　As I recall, there was a restroom that was out of service due to a broken jutsu machine, I remember.
　It must have been located in a secluded area near the warehouse.

　Valaga headed to that restroom and set up a [Cleaning In Progress] impulse as a backup, so that no unknown civilians could blend in.

　Humming, he took off all his clothes.
　The corpse of the ninth man - probably the ninth man this man was sent as a backup - is also stripped naked.

　Then, he begins 《Dismantling》.

　Mogi,.
　Crush.
　Crush.

　Mash it up, finely, finely, finely so that the toilet bowl doesn't clog.

　The happy little humming continues.
　No one with a sane mind could possibly do this "work" in silence.
　If he wasn't humming a tune, he'd be out of his mind.
　Because of the horrific act, the goosebumps on his arms are also rising.

　Humming a lilting tune in silence, Varaga continued to work quickly and efficiently.

　When it's finely tuned, I drop it into the toilet bowl with the unbroken surgical machine.
　He activates the machine and flushes it all at once.
　The "thing" is sucked into the bowl and the human being disappears.
　In the end, it will be mixed with feces and urine, and its identity will soon be lost.

　It's easy to do this mostly with your bare hands without using any tools.
　When the flesh itself is a weapon, it is an advantage to be less likely to be alerted.

　--Well, you should train your body on a regular basis.

　It will be useful in times of need.

　The blood that is splattered on the way is wiped off with the ninth man's clothing.
　Wash off the blood with cold water, not warm water, which can easily coagulate.
　He also wipes the blood from his own body and carefully washes off any blood that has gotten between his nails.

　Finally, I used the cleaning tools provided to clean up the pool of water and flushed it down the drain.
　After wiping the blood off the cloth, I tore it into small pieces and flushed it down the toilet.
　I washed my hands one last time.

　It's done.

　Varaga wiped his sweat off his face after finishing his work.

I'm not sure if this is a normal, insane thing to do. It's not something a human being would do.

　But thanks to that, it's much cleaner.
　However, the smell of blood still lingered to the extent that it was annoying.

　After quickly washing his hands, Varaga took out an imperial sprayer from the back pocket of his clothes.

　Swoosh, swoosh.

　He sprinkles the perfume with the sprayer.
　The rest of this smell would disappear naturally.
　Even if there's a little bit of discomfort, people don't pay as much attention to it as I thought.
　I don't believe that there was a "dismantling operation" here.
　Until I actually saw the source of the odor with my own eyes.
　That's about it.

　And even if this matter was exposed, that was fine with me.
　In the extreme, I don't mind if they find out it was done by me.
　I'll be honest with you then, and if necessary, I'll shut the mouths of anyone who gets in my way.
　Likewise, you can dismantle it.

　Continuing to hum, Varaga adjusted her hair in the mirror in the hand washing room.
　He then applied the perfume once more, just to be sure, before putting on his clothes, inhaling its mild smell into his nose.

'Phew, that was unusually auspicious for me.

　It was a whim to avoid causing a fuss for nothing, but, well, since he didn't head to the south gate, this was the least he could do.
　If push came to shove, he could use this as a reason for not heading to the south gate.
　There was a ninth man there, and I couldn't go fighting it.
　Good.
　That's it.

Perfect.

　Just as I thought, Varaga realized something and slanted his mouth.

　--I'm sorry.

It's a good thing I didn't have any evidence left to explain because I made it disappear.

　--Well ... if words aren't enough for you, you'll think about it then.

　Pushing up the tendrils of his glasses and scratching his head, oh dear, Valaga went over to Princess Hel, who was watching the game.




　When he returned to the game field and sat down next to her, Hel asked.

'What have you been doing, Valaga?'

　Shanatrice did not tell Hel that Varaga and the others would cooperate with the Holy Tree Knights.
　Then I'll cooperate too - because I don't want to be a burden on the scene by sticking out like that, Shanatrice said without hiding it.
　Indeed, Valaga thought, he knows Hel Guntarios' character very well.

'The restroom,'
Lie. It's too long.
I'll be taking a walk while you're at it.
Laziness. Well well look at that girl, Ira Horne.
What about her?
I see you've made some good moves. That's my push.
Okay.
I smell something.
I went to the washroom and put on some perfume.
Did you ever have a hobby like that?　What the hell happened?
No, there's nothing special about it.

　Valaga chuckled.

'Just a whim, sir.'