You don't have to be a magician to feel the tingling air.
　The sweat on your milky back begins to become moist and cold. It's different from hostility and killing intent, and it's not even allowed to stand in the ring of life or death. It's almost as if the food on the plate reminds me of myself. It was that dimension of resignation, resignation, abandonment of life, as if waiting to be predated.

　Unable to look back, Loki fixed his gaze on his enemy. But it was only to watch. There are those who are watching Ars, who should be behind her in the back of her vision.
　Tesfia is one of them. Just by looking at her expression, Loki could see what brought about this change in the air.

'Loki you need to stay away.
"--!　Yes!

　The sound of a voice without any kind of inflection, reflexively answering and running to Tesfia as fast as he could to escape. Loki was ashamed of himself for doing so. This is because even though she was following orders, her body was appealing to get away from here as soon as possible.

　While she was passing through the enemy's gap, her opponent couldn't move even slightly and was repeatedly hyperventilating. The sound of wild breathing quickened the beating of her chest, and her shoulders rose and fell heavily.

　Not once could he look back to Ars, and Loki was afraid of himself. For the first time, he was terrified of a man he did not know....

　And then, braking as if sliding, he stood next to the red-haired girl, leaving a mark, and turned around, unable to bear the shame.

''--!

　There, the enemy that had been attacking from the surrounding area had been cut down in an instant. Then, pouring down from overhead, a pillar of ice pierced through his torso and stitched it to the ground.
　The crystal-clear ice was splattering red liquid across the surface.

　Loki's throat choked as his heart tightened when he saw the figure in the center of it.

　He was tasteless, and his black eyes held a coldness that didn't allow him to see the other person who had run out of things to do.
　There's not a hint of emotion to be projected onto the self; to him, it's like a stone on the side of the road. It's a face that makes you think so.


　In fact, Ars was basking in a feeling he hadn't had in a long time. When killing, extra emotions are nothing but a hindrance. You should make use of your brain just to unlock the magic of your opponent and how to kill them smoothly.

　Swooshing his gaze to Noir, Ars only uttered a single word.

''--What did you do?''
...

　Noir, whose eyes could not read any emotion, held back from backing away. That's because even though he was aware that he was stronger than he was, he was still confident that he could kill it.
　If not like this, they do not deserve to be defeated.
　If not, there is no point in assigning superiority to it.

　His mouth naturally curved into a crooked shape.
　That was honest praise. Noir has nothing in particular to feel, even if his friends are beaten. Rather, its unrelenting tactics, a madman who has no hesitation in killing his opponent without fail. It's just a matter of time before he or she kills like a worm.
　That's where her cheeks were enchanted.

　A sweet breath leaked out.

I'm going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to get it right. It's the best.

　He writhed lewdly against the hilt of the scythe, rubbing his cheek on it. I poured out my eyes, which were clinging to Ars with a face lit by fire and slimy.

It's different from the "thought induction", so to speak, it's a higher level.

　Noir thumps himself on the side of his head.
　【Thought Induction 《Temptation》 is a hypnosis technique of the kind that guides the opponent even with mental interference type magic.

''I've interrupted you here.

　I make a mischievous smile with a huff.
　It's because there is no way to prevent what kind of magic this is behind it, once you know what it is. In the academy, we were cautious and made an impression gradually from sight and sound.
　When you meet the activation of the magic, Ars is already unaware of it. It is also difficult to be aware of what you think of her. It can't be helped because the vigilance of the other party will be infinitely lessened.
　Even information that is not necessary starts to move in without our mouths being aware of it. Even that leaves no room for questions to enter the picture.

　It's hard to draw out the deepest psychology when there is an obvious divergence - such as when they are hostile. In fact, Ars had not answered Noir's question. This area is greatly influenced by the original nature or essence of the character.
　In unconscious secrecy and conscious secrecy, the latter is easier to draw out information from.

　The use of magic is unnoticeable if the other party is not vigilant, such as covering the surroundings with magic power. Magic that interferes with the mind, even in the dark system, is difficult for opponents to perceive and is therefore avoided in some cases.
　Humans construct a person's image from the information the other party can know, what kind of person they are and what they are thinking, what kind of person they are, their appearance, their voice, and various other information they take in from their eyes and ears and remember based on that. The 【Loss of Paradise】 is a magic that constructs an imaginary image of the person by positioning them as their parents, siblings, or loved ones.

　This 【Loss of Paradise】 is a magic that directly interferes with the psyche even in the dark system. If the opponent is not defenseless, it is difficult to fall under the spell. It also varies from person to person, but the easiest to get into would clearly be whether there is someone important in everything.

　It's easy to fall for Viziest because he had an existence that was heavier than his own life, such as his wife or Felinella. In other words, this magic changes for the important people in their thoughts.
　Noir, who had gone into the deep psyche, would be perceived by the visaists as something higher than his wife and Felinella. It is the person with the highest ranking, whether you understand it or not.

　So the body unconsciously refuses to put its hands on it.
　This is good as long as it can never kill for that person without weighing it against his own life. As long as Noir can get in there, no matter what kind of person he is, he can't kill her.

　But this magic isn't perfect either. There's no way to prevent accidents that don't assume that the other party will even kill them.
　It's a fragile magic that cannot be interrupted if the person is distrusted during mental interference to begin with.
　Also, there is a limit to how long the magic lasts in effect. If you don't meet someone, no matter how important they are to you, your memories will fade and your feelings of interest and concern will drift away. Of course there are emotions that will never disappear, but this magic, which is interrupted by falsehoods, is highly degraded by the information deterioration of false images.

　Still, Noir still sat in Ars. Once you let it dive into the deep psyche, it's an event as magic and the magic power will blend in.
　That's why even if you notice it, it's too late now. There is no way to resolve it.


　Keeping your attention focused on this one, Noir quietly constructs an astral body behind Ars.

　A black mist forms the robed reaper. The scythe is drawn and he mutters in a whisper.

''【Grudge of the Grim Reaper (Crescent Reaper).

　It was swept away behind Ars without a sound. The scythe strike by the [Grudge of the Grim Reaper (Crescent Reaper)] at the blind spot only dropped a few black hairs.
　Almost instantly quickly, Ars kicked the ground and fleshed out to Noir. Even Noir, who was expecting that he would be ducked at that speed, was slow to react.

　She circled her scythe and didn't allow it to approach. But she herself understands that she is no match for melee combat. Still, this is how she goes along with Ars, who foolishly desires close combat.

''You can't kill me,''
..........

　The words interspersed between sword fights didn't even return a phase. It could be taken as mindlessness, but Ars was only looking at Noir. It's not even a glance at the scythe, predicting everything with the movement of the arm.
　That's why it's inaccurate. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time. Next, Noir's body begins to tingle and feel pleasure.

　This fleeting but dense time and the thrill of this fleeting but dense time made the inside of the body numb with zituri.
　--even so.

　The result is obvious from the beginning. As long as the [Paradise Lost 《Sitsurakuen》] is functioning properly, Ars can attack, but he can't make Noir chase after his wounds.
　This will allow him to surpass the absolute powerhouse that is Ars with his backstage work.

　Noir thought it was time to end it, even if it was a reminder. He would be ridiculous any longer.
　Even if he had earned the title of the strongest, he was still no match for himself in the end.

　For the first time, Noir can be a self-made man for the first time. This is where her life begins. She is able to establish her own identity. It is the meaning of existence.

　I guess this is what it means to be the best. Every child who has gone through the Mage Training Program is wandering in the shade because of their too big predecessors.
　Maybe Noir is the only one who feels that way. Still, as long as he was around, he couldn't get rid of the impression that the job being passed on to him was a boon.
　How could I, who could kill more brilliantly, brilliantly and swiftly than anyone else, be treated as a reserve? To Noir, who could only do that, his only value was to kill.

　In normal thinking, that was because Morweld was giving him instructions, but it was an unbearable humiliation for Noir, who could only live in that world. How could it make a difference in his assessment of the same mage training program?

　It had become a target in her mind as if she had been haunted by delusion for some time.


　Noir's legs, which were being pushed around, came to a forced halt.
　Even like this, Ars couldn't thrust his blade into her skin.
　Swinging wide, Noir waited for Ars's stagnation as if to say goodbye to her lover.

　The knife was thrust out and the time came--.

''Eh!''

　When I noticed, Noir was taking a big leap with his scythe. The cold blade in his cheek.
　I don't know why.
　Ars is not able to make a single scratch on Noir's body.

(What........this never happened........)

　There is a sensation of something running through my cheeks in a daze. There's also a tingling sensation.
　And--.

''It hurts........ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!

　The numbness of pain returns with the confusion and clear superiority of the situation.
　A thing called pain that he hadn't felt in years.
　Even if the wounds inflicted by Moluwerd were enough to spurt blood, he had never been aware of the pain. And yet this time, a cut that was just a scratch is accompanied by an uncommon pain.

'How can you move!

　Noir cried out as he spat out, his cheeks twitching and laughing as he quickly came up with the idea, despite the pain.

　''Haha, so that's how it is, isn't it?'' he said and continued like a madman.

''I didn't know I had such a simple weakness, no, it's because of you..........it's more than I ever expected. You are able to kill the people you care about without a second thought, senpai. That's all there is to it. You can kill them like a task, without feeling anything like that.
So?

　After all, there is no fear or expectation in those eyes. It's really an inorganic one that makes you think of a machine. It may be that the gaze is not even perceptible. There is no humanity to the extent that the person being looked at cannot be conscious of it, as if there was no focus.

　In front of such an Ars, Noir no longer had the luxury of time. She had always fought with an overwhelming superiority, and even though she was pleased with the one-sided slaughter, she had never experienced a clear danger to herself.

　Still, she would be the only one in this world, and the sense of loneliness would disappear.

　I'm not the only one who is crazy. Maybe Ars is even crazier than I am.
　Thinking that, I wipe the blood that runs down my cheeks with my sleeve.

　As soon as Ars started moving again, Noir let out his true feelings as he felt them.

''Lovely........''