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　The day after Berrick and the others were forced to be temporarily restrained. It was quiet, reflecting the wild early morning in the white sky. This roar seemed to reach us through the strangely clear air, even though we were a long way from the protective wall.

　This is why the progress was so slow and caustic. No, that was exactly how fast it was until a certain distance away, but at the point of certainty of approaching, there was a problem. No, it wasn't a problem, it was just a sensational performance for him.


'Great, great!　How could you collect all this?
I knew Alpha was behind this.

　The clear morning air of the outside world was being painted over in the blink of an eye. Every one of the subordinates he brought with him was caught in a trap, blocking his progress toward his goal. He's the one giving that order, though.

　I'm sure you'll be surprised at the amount of traps that are available to you, as well as the subordinates who are dispersing their lives like children frolicking. Traps that rivaled the amount that a country would place in its defense had been skillfully planted. Magic of various systems instantly blinked and scattered tremendous blasts.

　Despite the fact that no liquid adheres to clothing due to the magic, they would hit the top of the clothing as if to dust off their friends.

'That's pretty obvious. Even though it's already too late for everything, as expected of the Alpha Head Lord, I guess it's about time he noticed.

　Crockel, who had been watching the expressions at the meeting with keen eyes, was honestly fed up with the leisurely headmaster. It was too unresponsive. If this is the case, it would have been good to put it into action earlier.
　However, that's the emotional side of things - yes, this is an emotional story.


　Crockel's feet were unconsciously rushed thoughts that preceded his feelings.

　As expected, the shadow of a demon is not visible, but it's not as if it's a walk. Because the psychology of the hunter and the hunted has an endless gap between them.
　Nevertheless.

　-- If he's such a coward, it's not hard to do, though.

　The dozens of subordinates he had brought with him had been reduced to the point where the number of fingers was enough for him to peek out of the cold morning sun. Even though he may be a criminal who is against reason as a magician, his ability is never inferior to an ordinary magician. On the contrary, considering the fact that he has survived until today, his body language is at a high level in its own right.

　But that doesn't mean that Crockel is not going to get sentimental about it. It's not different whether you are there from the beginning or not. As expected, there was no one here to be blown away by the winds of cowardice.

　I'm sure they see the trap as a hateful enemy.

　I look at the white-haired beauty walking next to me who is letting them do so.

　That was the only time he would ever look like this, that was the only time I met him. I have a feeling that this young man is the real him, but I think Mekphis had said before that this bare body is also useful as a container.
　Crockel looked somewhat fleetingly at him, who showed no real face at all.

''Is there something on it?''
No. I just think that I'm going to be the equivalent of a god from now on. It's been a long time.
You don't say your tear glands become loose in old age, do you?
You treat me like an old man. I'm still in my 20s with a body of my own.
'This is a faux pas. We're about to go on and I thought you were already looking ahead.
''In the end, Ars, you're just a stone on the side of the road, too. In the first place, in theory, it started with a mistake on my part, so it's just a retrieval process.

　There are few conversations in the outside world that could be more out of place. The atmosphere was too relaxed and routine to be lacking in tension.

　Hazan, who had been listening quietly until now, made no attempt to hide his irritation, but instead listened in the background. At best, his distraction was to watch his subordinate die a trivial death on the sidelines. He wanted to see at least a little bit of disgust and get himself out of the way like a fleeing rabbit, but the sight of him joyfully jumping into the trap himself was really boring.

　I listened in to see if it was time to join the conversation, though.

'You're probably going to die, though. I mean, I think everyone else is going to die except me.
'Hmmm, that's a shame. I was hoping to see a new world or something.
Doesn't he look happy?
'I had a feeling about that, too. It will be interesting to turn that on its head. It's strange, but I had never felt a sense of being alive in this body. That's why I wanted to die at least once.

　Mekhis smiled a cheerful smile, and Crockel grinned with a toothy smile as well. This is a world of madness. Normal thinking is not needed from the edge.

''Hopefully, good luck with that...''

　Mekphis didn't have time to return the overflowing words and suddenly stopped just as Crockel stopped in his tracks.

　In front of him, another subordinate was caught in a trap by one of his idiots, and the explosions sent a pillar of fire up to the heavens. It was deliberately dispelled as the black smoke spread. A breath of air blew through the gaps in the giant trees of the outside world.
　And then--.

'As expected, I was blind to the fact that it was even mixed in with the single.

　Crockel lifts his cheeks even more when he sees the boy who was waiting for him in the clearing. It's an impatient existence and its greatest detriment.

''It's something that will be exposed eventually. But still, I'm surprised. I'm sure it would take a long time to find them, but I didn't expect them to welcome you from there.

　Ars was clad in a jet black robe. A geometric pattern was faintly visible on its surface layer.
　And a silver-haired girl who slipped out from behind and appeared.

''No. 5 Krokel. It was you, wasn't it?

　A keen and penetrating gaze is directed at you, but Tou no Krokel reveals a surprising feeling.

''Oh, what is that boy.......I thought he would choose one when he escaped to the outside world, but......is that okay?　I'll kill you.

　A mouth that admired the cold smile in his coldly narrowed eyes. Even with that, Loki went forward unabashedly.

''At least if I'm here, you'll have to pay attention to this one, and of course, the small fry there are not enough actors.
That's it. Don't worry about it, you'll be dead before you get there.

　As soon as he shows up, Ars is confident that this one will be settled. It's a fight that is not good for the eyes, but right now Ars can't die fast enough.
　You look at the silver thread-like hair in front of you and then turn your gaze to your opponent.

''I see, well, this one is fine, by the way.
...

　Immediately after Crockel raised one hand, the two remaining subordinates who were waiting on either side of him - one of them died instantly without being conscious as his arm protruded from his chest and splattered blood. The other was blown away by a powerful arm waved from behind, shattering every bone in his body. He fell as if he were reclining on the crashed trunk, but he was already not in the shape a person should be in.

　It was such a momentous event that one might have mistakenly thought that he had brought a doll with him from the beginning.
　Crockel, who had directed it, didn't mean it.

'It's a waste of time. They'll have to die anyway... and what the hell can the kid do?'
"Very clever, if you're wondering why you're so determined to do something crazy. You won't know what you're capable of until you're dying.

　There was no one to brace himself for the sound of Ars's voice, which was somehow pregnant with anger. On the contrary, Hazan and Mekphis, who had eliminated their subordinates, each opened their mouths without a twitch of their eerie smiles.

''If only there were a few more clever ones, this world would have changed. The emergence of demons is just a culling after all, and it will have to be a human being to rule them, and someone will have to do it.
..........

　Mekphis told him with more pity than was necessary for his words from his heart. The figure, itself, was too strange and suspicious, as if it was emitting magical power. It even seemed as if it was wearing the skin of a real person.

You've fed Ilyce a lot of food, haven't you? It's going to be fun, isn't it?

　After killing one person, Hazan made a single cut on his own body with a small razor-like bare blade. The strength of his opponent and other factors were taken into account, but he only managed to blot out a thin layer of blood.

　The brown skin of steel raised his pecs and let them peek through his clothes. There was no sheath to be found on the hilt of the sword stabbed into his waist, and the materialistic dull color shone dully. The fierce eyes of a wild beast smiled as he stared at the price.

'That decapitated thing from back then? Hey, hey, there's still some small fry left.''

　A buzz--a sound as if some blood vessels had been cut off--sounds in Hazan's vicinity. At the same time, with a tremendous sense of intimidation, the giant man was instantly lost sight of - no, there was no one, including Loki, who could be lost in this place.

　Ars and Loki had their eyes firmly fixed on the shadow that was surely looming in their vision, imminent, and avoided it just before the powerful arm was swung down.
　The ground shattered. The trees buzzed with a single swing.

　Ars inwardly admired bitterly the power of an attack that was only clothed in magic power and was sufficiently on par with the first level. It's a bit of an evil idea that it would be much easier if this simply went to the outside world.
　At any rate.

''That's as good a reaction as it looks,''

　Naturally there was no follow-up, it was probably just a small check-up blow.
　Still, when you can't restrain your own emotions, you can see a little bit of light... more than anything else, it was as expected. In the battle in Balmes, Ars has absorbed his magic. That's why he could read from the magic power poured into the selection and composition of the magic in the sensory part of his body that he was clearly following a wild composition. Of course, he wouldn't normally be able to sense this kind of thing, but in his case, the pure magic power wasn't contained in the composition.
　Hence, he had an idea of his personality.

''Hola hola, calm down a bit. It's disgusting.

　Crockel knocks his head, which is just the same height behind Hazan, who buries his arms in the ground, like a knock on the head.

'Change of plans. You go kill that little one first.
Hey!　You promised me you'd do something different!
I told you. You can't beat him anyway. I don't care if he dies, but he's honestly a distraction... you know what I mean.

　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this article. It's a good thing that you're able to get the best out of it.
　To Hazan, who turned his head unfaithfully.

'You've been in Krama for a long time, too, and if you kill him, you can come back.
I'll nod otherwise...　

　A moment later, a huge body runs in a single step.
　The body clothed in magic power like a torrent stops in front of Loki's eyes in an instant. I was made to understand that I felt the nature of the magic power switched to the wind system right after I moved into evasive action.
　It doesn't manifest as magic, but the magic power is held back at the stage where it causes the phenomenon of the entity of wind.

　It became a slamming headwind and struck Loki. Receiving it head-on, she realizes that her feet are slightly off the ground just before she takes evasive action, and she can't hear her footing and can't gain any distance at all to avoid it.
　She instantly braces herself.

　The rock-like fist that was raised from directly below was just a blow, but even with the earlier attack, a direct hit would certainly take some bones with it.
　In a split second, Loki and Ars exchanged eye contact.

　Yes, this is the beginning of the war.

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. I put all my strength to the limit in my arm and hit the side of the huge fist without any part of deviation.
　Instead of being able to deflect that fist, he twisted his own body as if it had been played.

　Loki let his spinning body work through the fist as it slipped past his side and slammed a spinning kick into his log-like neck. Not quite able to put in the damage, but still an easy return by an easy attack.

　With a few tenths of a second's stagnation, Loki used his arms as a foothold and took a huge leap and disappeared into the bushes.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you want to do, but you can't grasp the situation right away because you've been hit by a single shot.
　But--.

''That gakkyaaaah!　I won't just kill you anymore!

　A wild, muddy roar made the blood rise in Hazan's head at once. A rage that caused a tantrum. The overflowing rage spits out an enormous amount of magical power along with emotion. On the contrary, the fists that were just barely clenched became harder with each additional hour of understanding the situation, and the floating blue streaks revealed rage and killing intent.

　Like a giant demon, the giant body chasing after Loki with bloodshot eyes cleaves the trees one after another to bellyache.