Mattelus opens his eyes.
　He sees a green magical light.
　It was unfolding to cover him completely.

　Beyond that, he saw a shadow of a person.
　The face of the girl with the glasses breaks out.

''It's angelic.''

'Huh?　What?　What did you say, Mr. Mattelus?

　It was the voice of Sarasa Vogarde.
　At the same time, Mattelus realizes.

　That he is alive........

　This light is probably the magic of [Restful Sleep].
　I feel terribly sleepy. But it feels so good.
　It was like being cradled in a cradle.

　I touch my body.
　The wound that was slashed by Cecil by Kesa was mostly healed.

'Why?　Did you save me?

　Sarasa, who held the [Restful Sleep] magic gemstone, shook her head once.

''Mattelus-kun hasn't done anything yet.

Nothing. I was going to kill you.

But we're still alive as it turns out. That's okay.

That's fine...

"And you know what? Lacelle said. "Even if the king gives us authority, we're still students. We are students. Judging people is a pain in the ass.

'Haha. What are you talking about......... I heard you were quite reckless during your primary school years, but...

'You're very strict and stoic, Lacelle, but you're basically kind. Particularly to those he lays his eyes on.

I can't compete.... As expected--

　Mattelus covered his face.
　That's when he realized for the first time.

　Rather than failing in his mission as a demon........

　Rather than returning to headquarters and being purged like this.........

　More than losing 47..........

　He was more frightened to the core of his mind of losing the seniors who were now in front of him........

　Even though they had only known each other for only one year, Lasell Girrell Stark had cast an extraordinary spell on him, Mattelus thought.

'What will happen to me?'

I'm taking them to the Justice Department for now.

　Cecil and Rowan, who had been alerted to the area, approached.

'With the other one. I'm sure Lacelle or Sheila will catch you soon enough.

That's a little too optimistic for my taste.

What do you mean, Mattelus?

　Cecil narrows his eyes.

'Unlike me, who got caught up in it, Mucha became a demon because of his beliefs. Until he sticks to it, Musha--47 cannot be stopped.

47?

We are the numbers of our "number kids". The lower the number, the higher the ability. By the way, I'm 83.

So you're saying that Mucha-chan is more than twice as strong as Mr. Mattelus?

Yes.....

　Musha is strong.........


　◆◇◆◆◆.


　Mucha lifted her chin in a huff.
　She turned her face away from me and looked at the southern sky in the distance.
　She activated her [Far-sightedness] magic and checked the situation.

　Eventually, a grim face emerges.

''83 has been killed........''

'83? Oh, you mean Mattelus. From the direction you're looking at it, it's Sarasa and the others.

'I can't believe it. I don't know if it's you or Sheila, but those three guys have 83....

The only thing I can think of is that they're not as good as the rest of us, Musha, but with three of us, they're good enough for the job. You may be mages, but you're still on your own.

That's a lot of confidence.

In fact, it would have happened. Who do you think trained him for a year in the first place?

'I didn't like that kind of overconfidence in you. Still, I respected you.

'Thank goodness for that.... Mucha, how long do you think we're going to be talking?　If you want to make your own sense, show it.

I know, sir. I have no excuse for coming in here. But I'll make a wager, Mr. Racel.

"Bet?

　I frowned.

'If I beat you, I want you to join the 'Numbered Children (Numbers)' ... no, I want you to join the 'Volunteers of the Revolution'.

"You're making me a 'revolutionary'?

'You are a [villager]........ The disparity and discrimination against [villagers] that is happening in the world today. The Revolutionary Candidate has been fighting against that kind of thing all along.

..........

'Right now, we still have few comrades. It's because I don't think that [villagers] can change the world with [villagers]. But if you are the flag, I'm sure [villagers] will rise up. If you are the hope, you can save the despairing [villagers].

I don't think it's going to work out that well.

"So-- I'm sure you would say that. That's why I bet.

　Mucha places a hand on his chest.
　It wouldn't be a conceptual thing like belief or will.
　Perhaps it's life.

　Looking into Mucha's eyes, I realize that she means it with all her heart.

　I've been hand in hand with Mucha a few times, but this is the first time I've seen her face like that.
　I can fight her for real.

'Mucha, you called Mattelus by his number. Does that mean anything to you?

The lower the number, the better the mage is.

And you, by the way...

47.

　I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

'So you mean you're twice as strong as Mattelus?

'Yes, sir. By the way, the Volfot you defeated before was 99. There are only 100 'number children' (numbers), including the '0' number. Anything less than that is destined to be discarded.

"Don't get cocky, Lacelle, by beating a complete garbage man--

Technically speaking, yes.

Funny, Mucha.


　Now, let's get you to lend me your chest.


　I contorted my face, delighted.