Leaving his subordinates to track him, Hispida made a rare trip to the military.
　The interactions there were really bare bones. The mission - Hispida's face was contorted in a scowl as he dived under the protective barrier, spouting a good physical lie that he was part of the investigation of the outside world.

　The manufacture of AWRs, and the surveying of resources for them, was not an unusual thing for Hispida to do. He went through it without a single doubt.

　Even if you describe it as a longing, the person in question's expression is staring only into the distance, as if possessed by something.

　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's not because of her magical characteristics, but because of her efficiency, the other single mage, Jean, was more suitable for the job.

　So the fact that Hispida's main duty was defense had nothing to do with her magic.
　A throbbing heartbeat told her to move her legs. Quickly, quickly, something dusky tells her to torture whoever killed Sigsam to death.

　Hispida accepts it with a smile.

'Location?'
"[Vulnerable wood posts]. You're in the vicinity of that old tree.

　The voice of the subordinate who had adored me to this day arrives with determination from the communication device 《Concensor》 I wear in my ear. He would not be able to thank her enough for supporting Hispida's revenge from the shadows.
　Thus, after several years of working together, they were finally able to reach this day.

　Hispida leapt high into the sky. And fluffily her body floated as if the wind were caressing her. Now, in front of Hispida, a thick, illustrated magic book-type AWR floated at a certain distance without even touching her hand.
　The open page emitted a faint light.

　Immediately afterwards, a blast rolled up on her back and her body moved through the air as she was pushed. Hispida flew through the tall trees below her with [Wind Rider]. However, his speed is overwhelming in terms of speed to be called a 【Wind Rider】.

　The Hispida flew in a straight line through the sky with a storm that made huge trees lean and lift their roots off the ground.


　In the blink of an eye, the Hispida arrived at its destination in no time, and landed with its robes flapping a little before, aiming at the figures below.
　The reason why he relaxed his vigilance, albeit for a moment, is because the person he saw there gave him a terrible feeling of discomfort, but also because he knew him.

　The boy emerged from the shadows of the trees, wearing a cloak. Hispida asked, more uncomfortable than questioning, "Why are you here?

'Why are you here?　Mr. Ars.
''I heard that there are rare demons growing wild around here, for later study. Of course, I've asked the headmaster's permission.

　Hispida's alertness drove her usual prolonged voice into the background, and her speech intensified.

　Too inexplicable a coincidence. More than anything else, he noticed a crucial difference between yesterday and yesterday.

'Mr. Ars, where is Mr. Loki?

　Then he retreated to avoid being noticed.
　Loki, who was introduced to me as a partner as an impression I met yesterday, seemed quite obsessed with Ars. Such an appearance is the first time I've come to remember it.
　So it's not so much a question of discomfort as it is of discomfort. It's a bit puzzling to let him act alone in the outside world. This is even more so since this is not a self-aware alpha.

　Hispida looks at Ars as if she is paying attention to the subtle changes.

''Well of course I left Loki behind. I don't know how long it will take, and there's no need to bring him in all the way.

　The slightest hesitation was not missed by Hispida. More than anything else, she felt that there wasn't so much distance between the two of them as a hierarchical relationship.
　The discomfort she felt was exactly that. She only saw Loki's role as a partner in the decision on the need to bring him in. From Hispida's point of view, Ars and Loki were so close that they could be called a pair.

　The critical point is that they don't assume time. I heard this by chance because I was riding in the carriage with them, but I would definitely notice it if I had been told of Ars's plans beforehand.

　He kept his hips low and became ready for battle. Finally, Hispida understood the situation he was in. Despite the distance, she realizes that there is one person lurking behind her and one person lurking diagonally across the street.

''Who are you!''
"Oh, where did you find me?

　Arus easily confesses, as if to say that the exchange so far is a farce, a meanderer.

You don't know what Ars-san is planning to do next, do you?　No way would anyone be out in the outside world with a meeting with a head of state coming up.
'This is bypassing, bypassing but I don't need to be that thorough, so I'm going to let you die here and...'

　Had he been lured in, or had he just run into them? Probably the former, Hispida thought. Then, as a train of thought, it was inevitable that she thought after this.

'What have you done to Misery!

　Yes, Misery, who had given me his location via correspondence just before, was a friend who had worked with me for many years to track down the killer. An unpleasant thought passes through me.

''Ahhh, yes, yes, it's her, I couldn't remember it right away...''
...!

　Immediately afterwards, something that was Als immediately builds a new silhouette as soon as its entire body is stained with fresh blood like a liquid. When it gets a little smaller, the color comes on.

''----!　You!
Oh, you're sure it's him?

　Misery stood in front of Hispida in a newly changed form. However, Hispida had never seen the expression etched there. It was filled with such a strangely ugly smile.

　Hispida's hate-fueled expression only made him push aside his doubts about Xenophobia and add one more thing to his revenge.

''Ah~ I went out of my way to memorize such a small fish just to see that face, so I'm glad it wasn't in vain. Don't worry, I didn't even allow you to beg for your life, I killed you. It's probably about time the demons were devouring it by now.

　This confirmed that he was lured in. Perhaps Miserly was already dead before he gave this location information. Hispida apologized in his chest with gratitude. She said that she would definitely avenge him.
　Instantly, a rush of magical power surrounding Hispida exploded and hit the false Miserly.

''As expected of a single. One wing of Rusalka................I want it!

　But the battle would not begin immediately. Before that, Hispida had to do something I had to do ... I had to make sure.

'Oran, Oran Topithon is you!
Yes, of course.
I'm just trying to make you aware.
Yes, sir.

　Vivaciously, Misery makes her voice bounce.
　Despite the reverse scale, Hispida still restrains herself.

　Everything was connected. The day Sigtham was killed, Oran, who was already dead at the time, appeared inside the army. And now, Oran had appeared again.
　Hispida bit off her lip.

　Yes, the fact that everything had been prepared for this moment.

'I knew you would find out, you know. I knew that if you showed up again, you'd be on board. But I must clear up one misunderstanding.
What kind of misunderstanding is that?
'It's the fact that ... Sigtham is still alive.
"--Huh!　No kidding, that's not possible!

　Hispida, who even witnessed the cremation, assures us. That day when he said goodbye and vowed to take revenge.
　So I'm convinced it's a falsehood, and it should be a statement to backfire on our anger.

No, no, it's true. And he's come in quite handy.

　Misery's unseen smile, which she had made fun of, easily crossed the critical point. She insulted her friends and disgraced her husband.
　An enormous amount of magic was poured into the magic book-type AWR, the pages fluttered and rolled up, and three sheets of paper tore and floated in front of her.

　In response, Mekphis, who was in the form of Miserly, looked out for his lurking companion to keep his hands off of him.

'Enough, don't talk!
"Let the one you love kill you.

　Simultaneously with a lecherous smile.
　Hispida's magic manifests.

　The total amount of magic poured out is enormous and overwhelming. The magic that is constructed rages on behalf of her anger. The magic formula engraved on the three sheets of paper was all half-assed. They were piled on top of each other so that they fit together, creating a single magic formula for the first time.

　Only once, a single disposable magic formula that was saved for this moment only. A magic that only pursued cruelty.

　In a moment, Mekphis felt scared, as if the wind had caressed his term.
　When he noticed, the flow of wind was so dense that he could see it surrounding him, surrounding him in all directions. I looked at the gravel that glistened in the flow.

''This is amazing, it's like a grinder,''

　If he exposed himself to this, he would be scraped off before he could reach the other side.

　But that wasn't the end of it. Four wooden pillars appeared on the outside with Boko.
　At the top of them floats a sphere made of magic power.

　What effect it has on you, Mekphis experienced with his own body. Yes, both arms and legs were pulled.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as soon as the storm hits your toes.

You're not going to be able to get your hands on any of them. Before you die, may I ask you just the name of your magic?
''Take it as a souvenir of the underworld. ''Immortal Countertraction, Unlimited Zero.''

　It was like an execution, but Hispida's face looked at it with a blank expression. This was the end of a long battle. That was all there was to it.
　He could finally report to the tombstone.

　But--.

''Wha, what!

　Just when I thought it was all over, black smoke poured out around Mekhis. It was as if a black cloud before the storm had covered the whole area.
　A beating and thunderclap struck Hispida's body. But it wasn't an electric shock. The feeling of tingling on the skin startled Hispida.

''Oh no... it can't be!　It can't be.

　Hispida was confused by the lack of vision, and he wandered around like a lost child, looking at his surroundings with an unsteady gait.
　This magic should only be able to be used by him.

''The Extreme Black Cloud [Reset Mind]!

　This outpouring of electricity is contrary to the idea of an electric shock. Inside, it inhibits the magic of non-magicians. I'm not sure I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get it right.
　The only person who could use this was Sigsam, even though the world was vast. Because of this magic, he had almost reached out to single mages.

　Hispida's brain kept going in circles at such an impossible scene.

(Lies, lies, lies.

　There is no flaw in this magic. In Sigsam's case, he only had to abandon his training in the system to use this magic. He built up his magic from the ground up and altered its nature. An absolutely unique magic.
　Hispida has been with me in its development.

　That's why he understands and refuses to do so.

　Magic cannot be exercised when it is swallowed by a foggy black cloud with no visibility. The effects you add, not jamming, precisely inhibit the construction of magic.
　The troublesome thing about this [Polar Black Cloud, Reset Mind] is that it doesn't jamming that hinders the construction, but adds extra elements on its own at the construction stage.

　Telling herself it's an illusion, Hispida desperately scrapes the cloud with her hands and dispels it.

''It's impossible, it's not possible. Sigtham is already........

　A thick fog broke in front of Hispida.

''Sheesh...!

　But at the face that appeared in it, Hispida's taut thread relaxed. The magic power that prepared for the interception loosens in an instant.

''Hispida........''

　I can still vividly recall the sound of that unmistakable sigsam's gentle voice. Then a left hand strokes Hispida's cheek as if time has stopped.
　A flashback of happy memories that she had tried not to remember until the day her revenge was accomplished. My heart was instantly filled.

　A trembling throat makes me think back to those days. Hispida's tears, which had been gathered and stored up, ran down her cheeks.

'You.....'

　A thumping shock followed by a burning in her chest. Then fresh blood poured out of her mouth with great force.

'I told you. He's still alive inside of me.'

　Mekhis smiles ugly in Sigtham's face and pushes the dagger in his right hand even deeper into Hispida's chest. He continues to move his foot and presses it against the trunk with a thrust.

'I hope you die the same way he did.

　The words had not already reached Hispida's ears. The scarce eyes of the snatched light are directed at Mekphis in the form of Sigtham.

　Hispida spits out a slosh of blood at the shock of being nailed to the trunk. Still, she weakly lifts her arm, which is dyed bright red... and touches Sigsum's cheek.

　Whatever she spoke, her mouth moved slightly, but no sound emanated from it.

　The arm falls off as if it were out of control, and the strength in the neck slips away.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world, and I'm sure you'll be able to find out what's going on in the world.

'Excellent information. Now, if all goes well, next...''