It was as if it was a rift in the wind.
　The large swell was being transformed into a small, almost straight line swell by the interference of Ars.
　The five fingers that were spread out were being closed as if they were narrowing.
　Of course, this is not spatial interference magic, which is Ars's aptitude for it. Interference with pure information is an even worse attempt against demons.

　The power to resist is not just from one direction. Directionality is projected in all directions. Against the fury of the raging wind, it is impossible to completely take over directionality. The only action Ars took was to introduce a small amount of information into the directionality.
　There is no such thing as directionality in the first place in a magic that is only bursting, and it comes directly back to Ars who tried to interfere.

　If you are exposed to the random turbulence of the wind here, not only does it cause damage to Ars, but Loki as well. And that damage will not be limited to injuries. Once caught up in it, the flesh is cut off, as if it were rubbed off.
　As a form of resistance, Ars tried to minimize the damage by directly implanting directionality into the information with his own five fingers, trying to make it follow a given trajectory.

　For this reason, he only took the form of the most direct linkage with his fingers.
　But at the same time, the cost was inferred.

　Gosh.
　That sound was awfully quiet. It is similar to the sound of snapping a joint, but the consequences of the sound are even more disastrous than you might think. Ars's fingers were bent to twist.
　There were no bones to begin with; they snapped so easily. All five fingers were all pointing in different directions. It's strange that the fingers are attached to each other.

　The sound of breaking.
　Maybe I should call it the sound of being crushed. A series of disturbing echoes cascaded from the base of the fingers to the tips of the nails in succession.

　When the shattering has spread to the wrist, Ars forcefully brings his left hand upwards as if to throw it away.
　Then the flow of wind was slight, but the whole thing flowed to the ceiling as if it were plucking a string.

　Immediately afterwards, Ars, who was exposed to the storm, was blown wide open, but did not let go of his slightly open eyes from the demon.
　His left hand, from the wrist to the end of his left hand, has been crushed to the point where its original form as a hand is no longer in danger. Thick blood was flowing down from the nails like a rag wrung out.

　Still, there was no change in the expression of pain on Ars's face.
　Only a faint twitching of the temples.

　Ars's gaze was emitting a light so strong that he couldn't even feel the slightest flicker. The will in his eyes did not change even though they were blown away in a straight line.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. Normally, if it hits a wall, the wind would follow the wall to spread out.
　However, this blast did not change the flow, but created an air flow there. It cracked the walls and cracked the deposit from the inside and ascended.

　The damage to the upper floors was severe, and the entire deposit seemed to have shifted everywhere.
　Large vibrations spread to the deposit.

　Large rocks fell from overhead, creating an obstacle in this room, a pocket.
　Most of the falling rocks were mithril, and the bright cross-sections became irregular lights.


　Loki must have noticed it by then. That his weapon, the AWR, was not in Ars's hands.
　The AWR, or rather, he was before he was blown up, stuck in the ground.

　Loki's mental preparation of the sort, such as tension, was removed from his body.
　Maybe it was her assumption that something had come through with the blown up Ars.
　But the moment happens without any warning.

　Just before the blown-up Ars crashes into the wall, the figure scrapes away. It's safe to say that it's not a high-speed move, but a loss of location.
　The next place where Ars appeared next was in front of the demon's eyes.

　It was at a close distance of about thirty centimeters. And in the place where Ars was, AWR took his place........
　There was no such thing as a signal. But instead of thinking with his head, Loki timed his timing like a conditioned reflex.

　No, strictly speaking, it can't be said to be a perfect fit. It's a degree of error that can be called Aun's Breath.
　Even if others saw it, it couldn't even be included in the margin of error.
　Such a delay of less than a tenth of a second.
　What I can say with certainty is that the timing was far faster than moving after seeing it.

　A thin bolt of lightning flashes from the demon's body in front of Ars's eyes.
　A foreign object inside that even demons lose sight of.
　The hiding place of the technical formula that blends in with the information.

　The regeneration of [Fushikazuchi 《Fushikazuchi》]. The original nature.
　It was also called [Fushikazuchi] in ancient times from the meaning of the lightning that hides, lurks, restores, recovers, and does not die, and was also called [Immortal Lightning 《Fushiikazuchi》]. This is not a fundamental........magic name, but rather a divinized name for a natural phenomenon.
　Rather, this may be more correct as a nature of magic as well.

　It's not even possible for a demon to detect the 【Fushikazuchi】 that appears again.
　The electric shock that flashed from within caused the black wind that covered Felinella to flap away like water flapping.

　The sparking lightning was mercilessly burning the skin of Ars who was at close range.
　Not as much as the demon, but with his consciousness about to fly away, Ars simply turned his attention to the center of the blitz.

''Aah!''

　A faint relief overflows in Ars when he recognizes Felinella's appearance. At the same time, an unshakable determination began to rise.
　The only thing I could see was her unchanging, elegant face, her calm face has no life force. It seems to be very uncomfortable to be asleep.
　Not that I've ever seen her sleeping face, but I can still easily imagine it.

　It's a well-bred Felinella.
　She's probably making little sleepy sounds, like she's lowering her long eyelashes and wondering if she can hear them. So she must be sleeping like you never know when she's going to wake up it must be too perfect and uninteresting.
　I'm sure I can't even tell if he's asleep or not.

　The sensation in his arms dulled, but it didn't matter, and Ars didn't hesitate to stick out his arms.
　With his bare hands, he directly touches the stake that pierces his chest.

　A moment later, Ars's one eye, dyed black, stirred.
　At the same time, the mischievous magical power that covers his entire body concentrates on his arm. A jet-black that is not similar to the black of the stake dyed Ars's arm.

　Once the stake touched his hand, a loud heartbeat could be heard from the stake. It didn't need to be reaffirmed that it was a demonic core. However, Ars's expression was not excellent, and with a stern look in his eyes, he directed all his nerves to his right hand - and also to the [Gura Eater].

　One second.
　For Ars - one second in the dimension of magic power is terribly long.
　The magic power that eats the magic power, 【Gra-Eater】, that is exactly the kind of intense pain that is like sipping poison. The pain that arises in the eyes was as if it was gouging out the eyeballs. Next, the black haze was spreading to both eyes.

(Where is it?)

　I am convinced that the stake itself is a magic core, but what Ars is searching for is information about the deepest part of the magic core. The fact that this stake has a role as a demon nucleus and a role in discharging magic power directly out of the body was reaffirmed when I touched it. The demon nucleus is usually what is inside the body of a demon. It's natural because it's the heart part in humans.
　The shape of the stake is equivalent to a pipe to the demon nucleus.
　I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm talking about.

　It must have been less than a blink of an eye.

(!!!)　

　Ars bit his navel.
　Then he pulled his arm, which was aimed at the stake, wide. From the arm, a mass of energy that seemed to be the demon's magical power was absorbed as if it were a soul that had been plucked out of the arm.

　The black wind that had taken in Felinella was preyed upon by Ars's [Gura Eater] without a trace.
　From within, Felinella's unchanging figure was revealed.

　She falls, powerlessly, as if she was released from a pitch-black prison.
　Ars caught it with one hand, and together they folded their knees.

　Arus put his hands around Felinella's back as they embraced from the front, and in a voice no one could hear.

He mouthed an apology in my ear, "I'm sorry, I'm late.

　Before I could catch my breath, he continued.

He stifled various thoughts and uttered, "And you've done well.

　The words, which are not even in the mind, naturally come out of Ars's mouth. A labor that is the exact opposite of the ideas he has cultivated in the outside world.
　However, she didn't feel bad and was trapped by the demon for a long time, and she felt honestly labored. While biting down on her unworthiness to herself.

　When he gently laid Felinella down, Ars let out a thin breath.
　If I'm not careful, I'll fall backwards as it is. If that happens, you won't be able to move from that spot for the time being.
　I couldn't relax yet.
　We should aim for the ground immediately.

''We've done something reckless, haven't we, both of us.......''

　It was Loki who managed to walk up to her with an unreliable gait.
　She never sounded optimistic. On the contrary, she even sounded tragic.
　It was too costly to take the burden off her shoulders.

　The tip of Loki's gaze told him so.
　It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this article.
　I'm sure you'll be able to see the concern I'm trying to tell you.

'No, it's a small price to pay. Even this is what gets me lost.'

　Looking down at Felinella, who was sleeping as if she were dead, Ars returned his remorse.
　There was no way any hesitation was going to arise. But in reality, he had been asking himself the question all along until Loki had saved him.
　He had seen countless deaths of those closest to him...no, really, one hand is probably enough for those closest to him.
　That's why, at the critical moment, you can't move. The head and heart are separated.
　Once you realize that, you are made to understand your own weaknesses like a gouge in your heart.

''I see........yes,''

　Loki's complexion is not good by any means. The consumption of magic power beyond the limit as well as the physical injuries have turned into a magic deficiency and pale.
　Still, she tried her best to conclude cheerfully.

　It wasn't that she sensed the air, but it was because Loki was also able to loosen her tense temperament.
　The worst outcome she had envisioned - maybe it was because it was now - was still not going to happen. This certainty of disaster was averted.

　The fact that it was unfounded took away Loki's heartache completely.

　As he looked at Felinella's peaceful face, he felt a relief that could have even put a strain on his heart.

　Whatever Loki was thinking, Ars turned his intentions of getting out of his predicament into a lighthearted remark.

'By the way, you're a tenth of a second behind in your timing.

　It wasn't a strong tone. On the contrary, Ars uttered it as if to tease.

''I'm not that late!

　Loki's argument is simply a fact. It's a natural reaction to Ars, who drew a quote from one day.
　However, the problem is that he was "late". Loki himself was aware of this fact.
　Since Ars was within the range of the Fushikazuchi, it was inevitable that he would have a spinal reflex and hesitate. It was inevitable because it was Loki.

　The worry of hurting Ars could no longer be said to be a rejection that was embedded in Loki's deep consciousness. If only she had been told beforehand.......she was quick to dismiss such futile excuses.
　Despite being exhausted, Loki made a puffy face and let out a sigh of resignation.


　But it was inevitable that Loki's next words would be divine.
　He uttered that in a tone that sounded painful to say.

"So, Al, Mr. Felinella....