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　So the boy created a heroic tale to encourage such a sister and made her listen to it to appease Latifah.


　 But that didn't stop a man from being ostracized, hated, despised and almost killed.
　The deeds he accomplished, many cry out that they are the evil deeds of the century or the devil.
　But the hero had only one person he wanted to protect. For the sake of his loved ones, he killed the king with his own strength alone. It was the only way to change the world.
　Even though his body decayed, the man remained a hero for those he loved. It's not a story of a hero for everyone, it's a story of one man's hero.
　It was a story to let people hear about the bravery of continuing to fight, even though it was sad.


　The boy who created this story wondered why he didn't give it a happier ending, but surprisingly, Latifah listened to the story. And when she finished telling it, she was always breathing in her sleep with a thin layer of tears in her eyes.

　I don't know if she even listened to the end. Nevertheless, she became more positive about her daily experiments, and instead of crying, she persevered... and laughed.
　It was only then that the boy realized. Why did he come up with this story?

　It was because he wished deep in his heart that the hero for the boy was Latifah, and he swore strongly that he would be a hero of Latifah alone.
　It was nothing at all, it was extremely simple and no different than anything else that had ever happened before. Just as the boy has protected his sister, he has been able to live until today because of Latifah. That's all there is to it.


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　Even if a sword fight rips into the flesh of the opponent, and even if your body is injured because of it, it is still just a tactic to get there. In order to live, and not to overturn one's claims, consequences are required.
　He who stands to the end is right and can speak of tomorrow.

　But Ars swung his dagger, and in the midst of the breathless striking, his thoughts were thinking about something else entirely. It seemed somewhat masterful, or perhaps it was an attempt to explore the individual that was himself.

　-- this guy must be right. Peace is built on sacrifice, and that's why we can recognize the guaranteed security of peace.

　Even so, the claims that are put into words are ultimately just dreams and ideals. Even if it is an ideal, people cannot maintain order without it. The state that people beg and hope for will surely be transformed into a universal hope.
　If the world in which no one is aware of death is peace, then it is definitely an easy story. If it weren't for this kind of world, we would be allowed to take it easy and be optimistic. But this world no longer allows for such things. No, it hasn't changed since the beginning.

　--I'm not going to be able to get it right. If nothing remains unchanged, it will only be eliminated.

　We should accept the stern fact that this is not the case. If we only had faith in peace, we would have been exterminated by demons such as humans long ago. No, humans would have killed each other even earlier.
　So little by little, people are changing. People are starting to see the reality from their dreams. And that's the wish, even if it means sacrificing the most powerful.

　--The responsibility is none of my business. I don't care what the world wants.

　A magician living the dream of a bubble of hope for those who depend on him to help them fulfill their own dreams. Surely there is a clear difference and certain commonality there. A peace in which everything is guaranteed is probably the only thing more unfortunate for people to live in. But even so, the world where lives are not threatened is certainly sweet and people see a faint glimmer of light as a goal to be achieved.

　--That's why it's so sweet. You can't change it by yourself, and not trying to change it is negligence. That's not a wish, that's not even a dream. Even in such a world, could I find something to protect?

　The last stronghold to cling to. Even if it is self-satisfied, the small connection within Ars is surely something that cannot be let go of. Without it, surely nothing would change, not even Ars.
　You can only wear out your life to eliminate threats in the outside world as you are told. Just like before.

　The voice asking the question within must have just turned away. It's because the feelings that are irreplaceable have swelled up before you know it.
　I'm sure it's selfish, but I won't let anyone interfere with the wishes that overflow from within.

　-- I didn't know that something so utterly heavy had become so much before I knew it.

　So I take up arms and resist.
　I will use my power for someone else's sake, not for my own alone anymore. If it resulted in saving so many lives, would Ars say this?

'Incidentally. I'll help you while you're at it.

　--I'll save as much of this and that as I can, and if you don't do anything, just shut up and watch what I do. If that's not good for them, then they can exclude me as much as they want. I'll just do what I want to do. I only save the ones I want to save.

　Demons came out of the woodwork, and a lot of lives were lost. Call it proud or barbaric, I suppose it's all up to you. As long as the fact that it was at least there, its deaths don't fade in value even if it doesn't remain in anyone's memory.
　But even so, there is nothing that someone can do away with.

　I am the one who realizes my sin and denies the other person.
　I want to mock myself for being such a worm. Because with these hands that have taken their lives many times, with these eyes that have abandoned many deaths to the outside world - Ars puts his own wishes first.

　But in the end, Ars was able to stand his ground. There are those who want to help, no matter what the cost. I'm sure they'll be talking about their unwillingness to do so, but Ars doesn't stop them.
　Maybe it's okay if the girls who were saved by it never have to say thank you to him. Because the most honest emotions come from the heart, not from the head.

　--I'm going to start over, this is where the world is going to change. I'm going to expand my world from here. So......

"I won't let you kill anyone.
'I don't need any more words. I don't need you, I don't need your mouth, I just need your power.

　The full force of both men's blows collided and bounced off their bodies as well.
　Exhaling heavily, the breathless sword fights left an equal number of cuts and stabs on each other's bodies.
　In terms of the amount of magic power, there's still plenty of room for more, but there's already no opportunity to use magic. Nevertheless, Ars instantly expressed his magic. He instantly finished the configuration in his brain, and in doing so, incorporated a bug into the details of the systematic formula.
　The hand that was lifted with a bang is held out vigorously.

''Aohara is a phosphorus crystal (Alge Aid)''

　The vast amount of magical residue that remained in space. Ars recombined its arrangement into a certain pattern. The residue that should have been destroyed formed into a form of matter in a split second.
　A moment later, the giant pointy claws met on either side of Crockel as if they were trapped from both sides.

　A magic that added definition as matter to the magic of spatial seizure. Its form is a silver crystal that seems to have given form to the illusion as magic.
　Five claws on each side appeared out of nowhere and interlocked without a gap. However, it emits a high-pitched, high-pitched sound that is painful to the ears, and the crystal is unable to withstand its power and crushes.
　Ars's hand doesn't stop against Crockel, who instantly bucks and avoids it.

　The fragments of the crushed crystal instantly follow another configuration. Although it is a crystal, its essence is completely different from quartz. It is a substance that restores the magic residue and reconstructs it as a new energy.
　A crystal of magic power that has ceased to be composed as magic power and has been allowed to reconstruct itself infinitely.

　It takes control of space and makes the magic residue within a certain range of time go back in time. There, Ars gave the composition to magic that could be combined in countless ways.

　If it's not enough for a moment, Ars doesn't remove his gaze, and his brain calculates the composition far ahead.
　His right eye throbbed, but there was no time or room to worry about it, and for Ars, who was prepared to die from the start, it was no reason to relax his hand.

　The crystal shards responded to the bottom of Ars's palm and replaced the shape of a breaking hammer. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good look at it.

　Probably in vain. With such an expectation in mind, Ars drew his AWR, extended the chain and ran.
　The suspiciously glowing blue eyes instantly analyzed the composition and the breaking hammer disappeared in the distorted space.

　This is it, rewriting magic means that it can also be rebuilt. The tip of the breaking hammer is created behind Ars as if it were transferred through space.

　It's a good thing that you're not aware of it, or else Ars ran to Krokel without slowing down. A dagger that scrapes just above the low ground.
　It made Krokel think that it would not be swung up.
　However, the transition of the deadly breaking hammer disintegrated without Ars's direct hand.

''----!

　Yes, Crockel's [Blue Eyes of Hecuatla] is something that rewrites the structure of magic. Even in the previous magic battles, Crockel rewrote Ars's offensive magic, rewriting its direction into a configuration that turned back to Ars instead of to himself.
　Of course, that's something that can be tweaked, even the expression coordinates.
　So no matter how hard Ars coats the coordinates with solid information, everything will be revealed in Croquel's eyes.

　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.
　In that sense, this time it was a repeated response. It was a demonstration of the power of the magic eye and the different qualities that defy common sense as the magic eye.

　However, in the actual repeated one-sided magical battles, Ars had no choice but to evade or fight back with the 【Grasshopper Predator】, but this time was different. What's more, Ars didn't have to repeat the same thing. It should be said that he took advantage of his absolute confidence.

　Ars was taking a count with his mouth. A tactic where everything was accurately calculated out in time. Even though [Aohara is a phosphor crystal (Algiade)], it gave mass to the space seizure magic, there is certainly a composition of magic power and magic there.

　That's why Ars placed a bomb in the composition. It's an auto-disintegrating configuration that causes the configuration to collapse on its own after a certain amount of time. The crystal shatters like a piece of glass and melts into the air in a hollow hollow.

　In a moment's notice, Ars dives to Crockel's bosom and raises his dagger without any hesitation at all. It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　It's a good idea to make sure that you have the right kind of information to help you get the best results. And then the flowing center of gravity shift emitted a tremendous impact, and blew the croaker away as it was.

　It's not just a matter of time before you are able to get your hands on it.
　Crockel, who was vomiting blood, didn't even have time to wipe his mouth, and turned his consciousness above his head.

　--Have you been disturbed by your magic power!

　He raises his sword toward the dagger, which is swung down from above his head in an instant as soon as he recognizes it. In the blink of an eye, Ars swings the dagger down mercilessly in front of me. There is no way that there can be any antagonism, if there is no foothold to stand on, the force of just twisting the body is not enough to endure the full weight of Arus's blow on top of it.

　This time, he is flung towards the ground. Even so, he is not inexperienced enough to collide with it. He accurately positioned himself in the air and endured the impact of his feet on the ground. Even the screams of his muscles are not allowed to interfere with his thoughts. Circumstances wouldn't let that happen.

　Furthermore, the huge crystal sword swung down from above his head reflected the sunlight diffusely inside.
　However, Crockel, whose magic power has been disturbed, does not have the luxury of composing magic in this moment. Countless strings of characters come and go inside the blue eyes as if they were burning out.

''It's useless!

　The crystal sword, perhaps because it has lost sight of Ars, was for the first time disassembled into pieces, and it dissipated without leaving even a fragment, but.
　A black-haired boy looks down at a point behind it and falls down with his dagger pointed at it.

''--!

　-- [Spinning Eyes (Lembit Alega)]

　Krokel forcibly substituted the magic composition for the magic eye.
　The arrangement of the space is moved. As if it was a puzzle, there were gaps in the recombined space. The world will repair the space, but Crockel resists it with his magic eye. Of course, it's not something that can be resisted. However, as a result, a huge amount of energy is produced to repair the space and anything that interferes with it.

　That power, which can be called a tour de force, cannot be described as magic. However, after diverting and extracting that power, Krokel produced a black ball that seemed to be compressed. A wave of distorted magical power surrounds it. It was clearly compressing the excessive magic power. It was almost as if he was devoting himself to the arithmetic of the magic eye just to control it.

　In fact, a barrier created by Crokel under the black ball. The multiple barriers that radiate out like projected eyes are to maintain that magic and to protect themselves.

　A magic that consolidates the repair of space in a single turn. The barriers are deployed to compress the enormous amount of energy and prevent it from being impacted. In the sense of rewriting magic, the power to suppress magic power is exactly the true value of [Hekuatla's Blue Eyes], which can rewrite information sequentially.

　Ars instantly thinks in his brain. However, it only reminded him of the words that Krokel was also laced with demon body tissue just like Ars.


　This power was also within Ars's expectations in the sense that he was also able to control space in the same way.

　Without showing even a moment of dismay, Ars released jet-black magical power from his entire body. The tip that formed a silhouette like a hellish guard dog swallowed the distortion of space in its entirety.
　Even if it's only a small amount, the influence that interfered with the space produces an enormous amount of energy as magic power. By eating the black ball that held it in place, the world was automatically repaired.

　The huge amount of magic power absorbed into the body to pulse with a thumping sound is rubbing away at Ars's consciousness. He clenched his teeth and stared down at his eyes. There was the expected but unavoidable blunder of Krokel that made his expression tighten.

　When the gap in the scenery was instantly fixed, [Violent Predator (Gla Eater)] stretched out several necks and ran without hesitation to Crockel, who was directly below him.

　The multiple barriers that were deployed had circles drawing patterns like pupils, and unseen magical formulas were circling around them. It was as if it was blocked by something [Violent Predator (Gla Eater)] was prevented. Although the mouth is like a spring in impact, staining the surface of the barrier dusky black.

　However, it's only for a moment, the impenetrable wall created by [Hekuatla's blue eyes] and the barrier deployed by the one created by [Hekuatla's blue eyes] is not large in scale, and when the blade clad in the [Dimension Thrust] of Ars that fell afterwards is thrust into the barrier, it causes a crack to run from the center.
　In the meantime, the jet-black magic power went around the barrier and bypassed it to the krokels below.

　But even though it was a moment of time, time is time. Krokel was retreating even more greatly, and the [Violent Predator (Gla Eater)] that pursued its target had the willpower like a hungry beast, opening its large mouth and running through the gaps in the trees. A mouthful of silhouettes are spat out of their mouths as if they were droplets, and then they run across the ground and spit out their mouths again.

　His speed increases each time, and in the blink of an eye, he catches up to Krokel, but he finally lands with the sole of his foot on the thick trunk. It's an action that seems to have accepted the predation of the [Violent Predator (Gra Eater)].
　A moment when the Gra-Eater's mouth, which was divided into six parts, became one and enlarged, and was about to drink it all in one gulp.

　The Gula Eater with its ego was ripped in half. At the place where it was ripped open, Crockel was enduring the intense pain of the blue eyes, which were rewriting the magic formula at a dizzying pace, and had his arms outstretched. His hands held an alien glow that was different from magic, and seemed to reflect the brilliance that Hekuatla emitted. It was playing the Gra Eater.

　He chased away the anguished face and repeated his breathing in small increments, then leapt to the trunk as a foothold and closed in on Ars at once.
　Sensing the magic power being ripped apart with his senses, Ars shifts into an intercepting stance faster than he can analyze it - immediately afterwards, Krokel's sword slips through the body of the Gra Eater and is thrown, penetrating deeply into Ars's abdomen to the brim.

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

　I'm not going to screw up and endure a painful cry that leaks out and still lose sight of my opponent.