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　You could have just been a dirtbag........
　Why do you look so sad?
　I don't regret the foolish act I did, then, do I?

　I am aware of what I did wrong. There had to be a better way. I could have run away if I wanted to.
　But I dared to make that wrong choice of my own volition.

　Even though I knew it was wrong, I had no choice but to do so.
　Because ... because I am Loki Rabehel.


　Loki, who confirmed his untrue rightness to himself, shed tears of frustration with his snatched vision.
　

　I wasn't strong enough. I couldn't accomplish anything on my own.
　That's my only regret. My pathetic determination had led to the worst possible outcome.
　I shouldn't have let him see it. That still hasn't changed.

'Oh, uh ... oh ... run ...'

　The next means of filling my brain leaked out as an inaudible sound.
　Run away.........
　If my body could move, I could escape with him, but that's not possible anymore.

　Then I'll have to ask them to run away.
　But the words were mixed in with the blood and couldn't be uttered well.

　Even the pinnacle of magicians can't win. As long as he was Ars Regin, he couldn't win.
　Loki looked at Ars's stunned form - a look of terrible mixed emotions, and he was sure of it.
　He was sad, and that was an emotion caused by shock. And after all, the emotion of anger was certainly floating on his face as well.
　In general, Ars stood pale and cowered, so pale that he couldn't move immediately. He couldn't guess what he was feeling, he knew this would happen even though he couldn't.

　What does his eyes, which shake widely, reflect? No, they probably didn't reflect anything.
　He couldn't even think about what he should do immediately and couldn't make any decisions.
　The figure that refused to flee or even fight had no intention of making a choice.


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　I don't remember being obsessed with such a delusion to save someone else.
　Even the sensation that I am standing on is terribly fuzzy, and I tell myself that I am rejecting the scene in front of me.

　--What a joke this is.

　My trembling lips remain closed in a tight fit, even though it's my body.
　I know.

　--because I'm not strong enough, because I'm not worthy.

　The result of my ego that I can fight well enough is the scene in front of me. I can faintly sense the aftermath of the battle, and if I hurry and come to it, I feel like I'm going to vomit at my own stupidity.
　In the worst case scenario, he should have known what kind of action Loki would take.

　In the days leading up to their arrival here, my brain ached to chastise myself for the disturbing feeling that had passed.
　Even now, the pain is intermittent, squeezing my brain like it's about to burst.

　I don't even feel anger anymore.
　The faintly trembling body went dark and still, as if it was sinking to the bottom of the ocean. If I had to name the darkness coiled at the bottom, it would be "fear".
　I was afraid. I knew it was coming, but I was afraid to see it.

　Rational thinking took over my emotions and prevented me from making a decision.

　It's as heavy as if my feet are being dragged through the mud.
　I just instantly understood this situation without having to think about it. The demon that resembles Felinella, and the dying Loki.
　These two points stuck their feet to the ground.
　It was still too late. Loki must have been prepared to take on a higher-ranked opponent with that very same desperate resolve for his own sake, to avoid carrying a heavy burden.
　Even though she knew she would lose, she would do so without hesitation.

　I wonder how much Loki sees himself as unreliable.
　A self-deprecating sneer creeps in. It was my own fault for not being able to accurately assess my own condition as well.

'Forget it.'

　The empty eyes drop to the ground, and a single word pours out of Ars's mouth as it slips away.
　Immediately after, the trembling in his body stopped and the pain in his head receded.
　From the side, it would have been an extraordinary sight. The moment it switched over like a machine, it was as if the memory itself had been stripped away. The moment it was recognized as an enemy, any noise of thinking about the opponent there was completely eliminated.

　Ferrinella was no more. There was no hatred, just input as an object to be eliminated.

　Breaking his body and breaking his mind, Ars pulled out his AWR with a stagnant motion.
　Only the unchanging scrape of the chains echoed lonely around him.

　The monster that resembled a giant ferrinella quivered in a bizarre motion, then thrust its face forward as it leaned forward.
　It let out an unpleasant scream as it ripped the edges of its mouth open with a buzz and opened its large mouth.

　The change was as if he had been waiting for it.
　The way it looked like it was trembling with joy, and it used its entire body to aim at Ars.

　Immediately after, a ball of wind surrounds Ars without any sign of it. Several small spheres of wind trapped dominated the space like a minefield.
　The spheres of the storm with no place to escape.
　But before the spheres could do anything, in an instant, Ars had left the wind spheres behind and was fleshed out into a demon.

　Even in the face of the massive body that covered it, Ars didn't feel it as a monster-like deformity.

　The undeterred taiji muscles left Ars wondering how long he had been broken.
　He was even afraid of himself for not hesitating to be a friend.
　I felt like something had changed, but since I could be cold-hearted like this, I must have been broken for a long time now.

　I wanted to be human. I wanted to be human. Such a buried desire, buried deep in my heart, comes to the surface now.

　I don't think anything has changed since I first intervened with my friends.
　I don't think anything has grown. You are the same as you were. A cold sensation chills my body to the core, as if I'm still young, covering my ears and closing my eyes when I'm afraid and letting the other me do the work.

　Maybe he was looking for warmth, because his body would always be cold.


　The long stretched magic sword runs to the demon in the manner of a reverse kesa-slash.

　However, the magic sword, which looks like a famous sword, was easily received. It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on it.
　I'm not going to be able to get any more information on this, but I'm going to be able to tell you what to do.

　Immediately after, Ars drops the AWR from his hand and thrusts his hands out to the left and right. The barriers he constructed instantly prevented the wind vortexes that were caught from left and right without a tenth of a second's error.
　The wind whirlpool spinning in one direction is like turning a lathe, drilling the barrier. Essentially, the wind system has the advantage of being difficult to capture visually, but this black wind discarded that advantage and incorporated an unbelievable amount of information in the wind system.

　It is not an exaggeration to say that the barrier that Ars has constructed almost unconsciously is the hardest of his own. To put it simply, it interfered with space itself and fixed its coordinates. It rejects the invasion of every possible magical element.

　However, the Black Wind Vortex had an absolute advantage over such barriers.
　The trick of scraping away the entire barrier is not a simple magical superiority, but is equivalent to the destruction of space itself.

　It's a very good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　Immediately after, Ars's mouth spins something.

　The freezing of magic power in the ice system.
　The highest level of magic that decays and replaces magic power with ice -【Maris From】.

　The reign of freezing began from both hands, and the wind cutting that had been chipping away at the barrier was instantly frozen.
　Furthermore, as if extending branches and leaves from there, the magic power was transmitted through it to freeze it.

　The magic power of the demons that filled the space was instantly frozen. The scene of countless branches was distributed here and there like capillaries.
　The ice cracking from the side of the freeze becomes a loud noise that fills the room "pocket".

　Even in front of the demon, Ars does not look directly at its face. Rather, he turned his head slightly down as if to remove his gaze and seemed to be hiding his eyes with his bangs.
　With a face that was somewhat dark and faded, it seemed as if he was just silently taking the steps that needed to be taken to defeat it.
　As he had done in the past, he would just become a killing doll without thinking about it.

　The construction of a tactic is only calculated by accumulated data.
　At a distance that could be called pause, Ars remained in place. The wind system is generally medium to long-range range magic. This is not a tendency of the magic included in the Daizen, it's simply a matter of nature.
　Hence, Ars would have chosen to fight in close quarters.

　An action based on rational tactics.
　Naturally, the demon that imitated Felinella was right in front of him, but he behaved gracefully and lifted his hands.
　Like water scooped up from a distorted palm overflowing, a miserable black mist shimmers down.

　Simultaneously, right after Ars pulls the chain and pulls AWR into his hand--.
　Three black horns from underneath the demon's feet. The black horns that contained a dull light grew, and while intertwined, they grew into a spiral and aimed at the ceiling.
　However, they were originally supposed to penetrate the outer skin of the demon, sometimes twisting off by the three black horns.
　That's the strength of the hardest [Three Black Horns (Memelliant Olga)].

　However, the majestic horns grew as if they were escaping from underneath the demon's feet. Its appearance is feeble, aiming at the heavens like a budding plant avoiding an obstacle.
　But the meaningless magic that is just enclosed is in fact a fragile one that is only disembodied as magic as well as has a problem with information strength in its composition.

　It's not that I'm not shocked by that, but the wind that fell just now is coldly snatching at my feet.
　This time, a vortex of black wind was born on the demon's hand, and before long it began to bloat and spin at high speed. By the time Ars's magic was over for nothing, it had been stretched into a disk.

　Thinly stretched were two wind disks.
　The high speed spinning wind disks created in both hands rolled up the wind that had accumulated on the ground. The abnormal magic density that makes you think that it is even the ultimate in offensive magic in the wind system.
　Among the magic of each system's slashing system - in short, magic made against consequences such as cutting, the wind system has a particular strength. It's a very good idea to be able to have a good time with them.

　The high-pitched sound that pierced my ears was the sound of the wind scraping. Immediately after it was released, it easily severed the [Black Horn of the Three Children (Memelliant Olga)] and loomed in front of him.
　Ars retreated at once with a movement as if it was input. One was cornered at a certain distance in front of Ars's eyes and nose.
　And the other was closing in on him from directly beside him in a semi-circle.

　While contacting the wall surface, they cut off even mithril without slowing down.
　It's as if there are no obstacles.
　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　It's a good idea to put the chain on the flying saucer from the side, and when the trajectory is slightly deflected downward, the body is made to crawl into the slight gap created by floating feet. I twisted my body into the space created for each person to avoid it, but perhaps the cost of Ars was great.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　It would not be wrong to say it was falling apart. A chain that had never been damaged before was broken.
　A piece of the chain falling as a mere object.

　The only thing left in Ars's hand was a dagger and a fragment of the chain that was broken in the process and left a small amount of chain.
　But even so, there is no change in Ars's emotions such as agitation.
　It goes without saying that it was a miscalculation on the part of Ars, no matter how one looks at it. And yet, he moved on to his next action without even thinking about his teeth.

　The one and only AWR made of meteor metal was destroyed, and the main reason for this was the weakness of the magic power itself. Even if the chain itself has a high affinity with magic, it will not be destroyed in the first place.
　This is because AWR has the ability to be strengthened by magic power.

　That's why Ars's own magic power was the cause, plus the magic he received was also bad. The magic that specializes in cutting is required to be dealt with accordingly. It's not that they didn't take the appropriate action, but because they couldn't, the chains were cut off.


　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　And when they approached Ars again, they split into four pieces, as if they were splitting.

　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get a good idea of what you're looking for. It's the equivalent of forcing them to move.

　But yes, the more you stop thinking about it, the more you feel like something black fills the haze in your chest. Your body doesn't listen to you, but you don't feel as if you're going to lose...you don't feel as if you're going to die.
　The magic power I've been feeling throughout the killing spree is gradually disappearing.
　Instead, something other than magic power was pouring out of my body. Perhaps because of being wrapped up in it, no matter how much I bore wounds, no matter how much I was running away, I didn't feel as if I was going to die.

　On the contrary--''

''I think I could kill you in a few more minutes.