Mekphis, who looks really dumbfounded, looks fed up and tells him.

'Isn't it about time you gave up?　It hurts, doesn't it?　If you want, I can fly your head off without even being conscious of it.
"Huh don't worry about it. I'm going to put your wreckage on Mr. Hispida's gravestone.

　Seeing the strength in Jean's eyes, Mekphis let out a sigh at the answer he was expecting.

''Then~ death, huh?''

　The lecherous expression with one eye unusually wide open may be the essence of the person called Mekphis. However, there was nothing but unnaturalness from her, a bare body with purple-blue hair.
　Her entire body was bent into a low stance, and at the same time, Jean also held an AWR that transformed into a sword. In terms of the remaining amount of magic power, there shouldn't be much of a difference between either of them.

　No, the consumption of magic power is far more than Jean's due to the use of the elemental body called Ars.
　But--''

''It can't be helped.
--HH!
"Summon down [Fenrir]

　The magic name startled Jean.
　A group of blue magic power covered Mekphis' body. No, it's not magic power. It's magic, summoning magic.
　A magic similar to this can be used by Jean's disciple, Philiric, but at a far different level. It's not a difference in skill level, it's clearly an alien power - a different power.

　Summoning magic down to himself. A magic that barely exists [Clothing].
　In the modern era, there is no aptitude for it. No, if it's the only aptitude, Philiric would be the one that falls under it. But essentially, that's a little different from [clothe]. It's an aptitude because of the lineage, and 【Yasha's robe】 is the original magic.

　Still, with the aptitude for Phillylic, Jean has done some research and gained some knowledge about it. That's why I understand.
　That thing is reflecting the autonomous program in the body. It means that the body is not run by willpower, but by a completely programmed system.

　The clustered blue outline that forms around Mekphis' body. Long beast ears with claw-like extensions on the tips of his fingers. The manifestation as magic is similar to an entity.
　Furthermore, there is a mane like shimmer on its back, a tail that is clearly visible.

　The summoning magic called [Fenrir] itself shouldn't exist. At least in Jean's memory - or perhaps that's not accurate either. Since the Great Calamity, magic has been laid down with strict regulations among the nations. Prior to that, it was reviewed and some of it was sealed as forbidden. I can't assure you that I know it all.

　Perhaps an ancient magic that deciphered lost spells on its own, like Ars's [Phoenix [Phoenix]]. At least the feeling of chattering and twitching on the skin is because it is an imaginary existence that created an overwhelming presence. That figure that was both like a youkai fox and a wolf.


''--!

　A moment later, even with Jean, he lost sight of the figure in an instant. The danger signal that he could barely follow on his skin meant that Mekphis was already not there. Only a light sound could be heard faintly.

　When I realized with a huff, I could see the backs of his legs above my head. I instantly raise my sword to prevent it, though.

''Guh........''

　The load on his entire body with a thump is a power he has yet to experience. The aftermath of the destruction caused by the impact caused the ground to cave in in a circle, not under Jean's feet.
　The bones in his arms creaked and his legs succumbed unbearably.

　Fortunately, using the sword as a foothold, Mekphis retreated, but there was no time for Jean to rest. The wound in his frozen side opens up again.
　The power to be pushed in even with the [Sword of Hatzuhara]. Clothe is clothed with a summoned beast, therefore, the action of repulsion should work. However, the reality is that its demonic power is pushed aside by its demonic power.

　Jean aims to land towards Mekphis, who is spinning dexterously in the air. The AWR, which became countless needles, was sent away all at once to skewer it without any excess.
　Even though they are clothed in summoning magic, it is not meant to prevent physical attacks.

　However, the momentary gap of landing did not lead to an opening. As soon as his toes touched, his body scraped away.
　Without any response, the needle penetrated the trees at the back.

　Only a blurred after-image is faintly closing in on me. The second shot is delayed, but Mekphis avoids it perfectly, sewing through the slightest gap. He makes his body dance in the air, and just after landing upside down, he repeatedly backslides at high speed to close in.

　Jean didn't simply repeat the attack. The time difference of one second between the first and second shots was one of them. If you can catch it with certainty, it was the moment when Jean was attacked.

　Mekphis is imminent in front of him in the blink of an eye. Jean, on the other hand, has let go of his AWR and pretends to exercise his magic.
　The next moment - Mekphis sticks his foot out with the momentum of the bacchanal intact. If he is hit at this close range, he will die in one blow.
　The reversing needle comes back from above his head in a semi-circle. This time it was supposed to rain down on the body of Mekphis, who was carrying out a kick.......
　But--''

''You're even surpassing my reflex speed!

　It was Jean who was invited by Mekphis, who launched a jumping kick. No, who could have predicted that he would be dodged at that time before he was invited. I'm not sure if it was just a reflection on the edge of my vision or if I sensed it with my super senses, but either way, the trajectory of hitting Mekphis, who is in the middle of an attack, cannot be avoided by human bodies for sure.

　That's right, the moment the needle that was supposed to land on Mekphis fell between the two of them, he buried one arm in the ground and forcibly retracted his leg.

　Immediately afterwards, a kick with even more physical force blows away the pierced needle and sticks in Jean's abdomen.
　Good enough for the bone to hurt the guts, but Jean felt the bone shatter inside.

　Then again, Mekphis used one arm to restrain his body. Unable to kill the impact, Jean was blown away in a straight line. Then he crashed into a large tree and--.

''Gaha--''

　Grinning deeply, Mekphis raises his hand that grasps the ground with all his might. It is exactly equivalent to a slash to the point of violence.
　The five-fingered claw runs a long slash vertically, splitting the ground.
　Simple destructive power, so it can easily roll up the ground like a typhoon.

　The slash that enters from the shoulder entrance and passes through the armpit easily cuts through the barrier that was instantly expressed and passes through the body. The large tree on its back slides down the trunk as it is slashed and shifted from its base.

　Awareness that is about to let go. Jean's thoughts were so fuzzy that he couldn't think of anything.
　The recoil almost makes him fall forward. No, there's not enough strength left to stay on.

'I won. You're the one who did well. Yes ... so go ahead and die.

　Even that gentle voice couldn't reach the wounded Jean, who was far away.

　The outline of the feathered wolf grew more vicious.
　Cracks appear underneath his feet as he gains momentum, and then, like a bullet, his figure disappears. Only after it passed did it curl up a cloud of dust like a blast.

　Even if it wasn't Mekphis, it was clear that Jean's life would no longer be in the wind. That's why Mekphis, who moved as an endgame, raised his claw-like pointed claws on Jean, who was on his way to fall in the blink of an eye.

　But astonishment bubbled up Mekphis' spine as Jean stepped out forcefully just in time and stayed on his feet. It must be an unconscious resistance in a way.
　Yes, no matter what he did in this situation, it was too late.

　But--.

　Against the raised arm, Mekphis' stance was deflected back so that his chest protruded in the air. There was an impact in the area of the shoulder blades.
　His back became hot as he was subsequently screwed up.

''Nah--!　What?!

　He let out a bitter cry and took a glance at his back and was reminded.
　There was a silvery white sword sprouting a cutting edge as if it had pierced his own body.

　What in the world was going on? As soon as you return your gaze, you understand the question "What the hell happened? In front of you, Jean is standing up with all his strength and is trying to push something out with both arms in a motion that flows like a frame-by-frame.

　The reason why it was too late for all of the [Hatzuhara's Sword], whose sword blade was cut off halfway through its hand, was because it had reached a stage where even the reflex speed was not in time.
　A section of the sword that can be brought along one's chest.

　A moment later, the sword blade was joined through the interior of Mekphis. The sword blade parted through the flesh and stuck together inside.

'd*mn it!

　He raised his arm again, and this time the arm swung down to kill his opponent, but his brain refused to move at the point where it reached the top.
　Jean swung the [Hatzuhara's Sword] in its impaled state with all his strength.

''Go apologize in the afterlife.''

　The outline of the covered [Fenrir] disappeared, and Mekphis fell on his back while spewing out fresh blood. Not even a single arm or even a word came out of his throat anymore.

　Following that, Jean also fell down as if he had run out of strength with a thud as he swung out.

　An enormous amount of blood enveloped the two of them too.
　The element inside Mekphis was already exhausted. So the body covered with a coldness that I had never experienced before.
　It is empty as if the thinly opened eyes are reflecting not the scenery but your inner self.

　Drowsiness weighs down your eyelids, trying to close them, but there is no way for you to resist it in Mekhis.
　It had touched what he had been seeking. There was no longer any need to resist. This is what death means, and it brings back memories of who I am.

　Behind his completely closed eyelids, Mekphis sees his true self. And then ... he stops breathing peacefully with a momentary realization.


　The purple-blue-haired woman's appearance changes as if she were melting, changing into her true form as Mekphis.
　Her appearance resembled the last woman she had shown, no, it's not an exaggeration to say that she was a perfect match for her. Only that hair was different. It was a more gentle, even warm, yellowish brown.

　An expression that is calm and gives an impression of fragility.


　Hispida's enemy 《Kataki》 was avenged - of course, leaving a bad aftertaste that was not honestly pleasing.
　Jean reflected the figure in his slightly open eyes and muttered weakly.

''I'd like to see you lay your hands on a woman once and for all, right?

　With that, Jean looks in the direction where he and Ars parted ways. Quickly, he had to go and help his partner, Loki, he thought.
　However, the arms that crawled on the ground didn't allow his body to move forward, scratching only the surface.