The members of the guild and the Outer Cafeteria are surprisingly, if I may say so, many of them have a good time in real life.
　No, as far as they were lamenting that they couldn't participate in the Christmas event because they were too busy with real life, I couldn't help but think that this game was invading their reality from the bottom of their hearts.
　So there aren't too many lonely people who stare at their computers all day on Christmas.
　Of course, university student Toru, who is sitting alone at his desk, has no plans and is happily staring at his screen.　

''Dah!　If you don't follow orders from the guild leader (me) to get in, I'll have you all banned, you son of a b*tc*!

'Well, well, don't lament that - isn't your wife only on the other side of the screen?

"A man never talks twice!　But, Nacht-chan. I can't help but think that while we're playing with the event bosses, in reality they're stuck in the holy night.......
　Her fiery, shimmering crimson hair shook somewhat sadly.

'Huh, that's it, I can't do this unless I think I'm dating Nacht, I can't do this anymore.'

'Don't sound like an SS, please don't say that when you're switching on...'
　I can't have that line, at least not when I'm voice-chatting in an earthly voice.

'Ugh -- d*mn it, I'll write a new wife (illustration) -- I'll make her a sub-character when it's finished --'

　In the snow-covered hall of the lone cedar, a trickle of people gathered, and Nacht smiled deeply to distract himself.

'I'm cheering you on - but first, let's have a hunt. We've been recruiting, and people have been gathering...

"d*mn it!　You're going to explode in the rear!
　It is now a distant, distant past when such a yell was carried over a loudspeaker.





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　The demon race is an incredibly difficult race to raise.
　Because of their position as enemies of the multispecies, which are basically NPCs, there were many people who challenged them, but there were many times when they fell by the wayside.
　In fact, Nacht also lost his main character twice during the course of his training.
　Even so, the fact that he was able to take on the challenge for the third time was probably due to the cooperation of the old Gilin and the others.

　That's why there were few who had chosen the demon race, and even fewer who had served as both demon and guild master.
　As far as Nacht knows, there are only two of them.
　And only one of them was male in gender.

　The guild, The Rainbow Bridge, was a group of people who were extremely strong in the illustration business.
　The guild's leader, Evil Falling Archangel, was a professional illustrator.

　He was a friend by fate, and Toru had told him about his experience in developing the main characters and advised him on their development.
　In return, he was the one who drew the character design for Toru when he created Nahat.
　It's no exaggeration to say that he is the creator of Nahato.

　Nahato is an art form that was based on his beautiful drawings and was recreated with a lot of money.
　When I think of it that way, the girl in front of me may be something like Nacht's sister.

　Of course, there is no proof for sure.
　There are probably many guilds that Nacht doesn't know about, and it's quite possible that the head of the guild is a demon race.
　It's all Nacht's imagination, and it could be that a demon tribe in this world happened to have someone's Oath Jewel (Guild Orb) in their hands. In fact, it's even more likely that way.
　It may still be Nacht's mistake to feel that Erin is his daughter.

(Evil Fallen Archangel, that's--you can't call your character's name...)

　So that's Nacht's intuition.
　The scarlet hair and orange eyes, which were somehow reminiscent of his face - I just thought that their eyes were faintly similar.
　It was such a vague rationale, but Nacht thought it would be fun if that was the case.

(What's with the wife being behind the screen--well, firmly, you're rearranging it...)

　Nacht looks at the boisterous little girl who is pointing a gun at him.
　A dense magical power spilled from the body of the little girl who took a battle stance. It soon gathered in the scarlet hair and shone.

You have a big attitude in front of me. I've never been defeated in a fight with anyone other than my father.

　The sound of a gunshot, uttered with the words.
　No, it was not appropriate to call it a gunshot.
　It was the sound of multiple explosions.
　Once the sound roared, the sounds overlapped from behind, from behind, as if they were closing in.

　A single ray of light ran through and flaming bullets were released as the black muzzle of the gun momentarily appeared as if it had swollen many times over.
　Nacht's eyes could see the path of the flaming bullets emitting a sonic boom from the muzzle of the gun, like a line.
　The carpet burned and small fires broke out in places.

　Skill (Skill) -- Demonic Flame Bullet (Flame Bullet).
　At the cost of consuming magic power, the damage judgment is turned into a flame magic attribute, huh?
　First of all, as a greeting, I look at the approaching bullets.

　Nahat lowers his posture for a moment, then steps through the ground and leaps directly upwards to avoid it.
　As the words were said, the ground that was stepped through caved in significantly.　　
　The bullets that passed through empty, burning and dissolving the ground and the walls at the same time.

　Numerous flaming bullets close in on Nacht as he moves to disappear, but Nacht reverses his stance in the sky and leaps again, using the heavens as a foothold. A storm of bullets followed Nacht as he ran in all directions with his three-dimensional maneuvers.
　Melting, crumbling, Nacht slips out of the space hit by the heat, smashing through several broken walls as he walks away. Because at this rate, a single castle could easily disappear.

(Twin Musketeers (Dual Gunner) - that's more of a build than magic, too - interesting.)

　With the two moonbeams in the night sky at his back, Nacht waited for the chase.
　And it came quickly.
　What Nacht, camped in the sky above, saw was the sun born on the ground.
　The impending rush of light - all of it was a real bullet.　
　A bullet approaching with a red glow - perhaps, but it was a skill (skill) - a starburst (starburst). There are a tremendous number of them, perhaps combining multiple skills (skills).

　The shooting game also spills out one tongue-lashing at the pitch-blue barrage of bullets, and Nacht puts strength into his body. At that moment, a deep night color covered Nacht's body.
　Several ability-enhancing magic and skills (skills) are used to prepare for evasion.

　Passing the wind, Nacht dives happily into the storm of bullets.
　He flies through the air, turning his body two or three times, and dodging the rainy bullets incessantly.

'Chomping around like a G!
　It was only a short time before I was interested to see if there was that black demon in this world too.
　The girl was in the sky, just like Nacht.
　Erin's iridescent wings caught my attention. They were the illusionary wings of a fairy.
　Erin shouted as if she was numb, and the barrage became even more intense.

　There's no way to escape, Nacht thinks.
　I can move faster than the approaching bullets - in other words, if I pull back, I can create an escape route.
　But retreating here would be less interesting.

"The Flying Dragon...
　Nacht's body blurred like a mirage.

'　An alter ego!
　In fact, it's not.
　It is an afterimage of Nacht that leaves a shadow and moves. Some of the afterimages left behind are pierced by bullets and dissipated.

"Then!　The Fairy King's Guide (Fairy Route)
　Nacht was not familiar with that skill (skill).
　But looking at her hesitant movements, he could get a general idea of what it was.

　The muzzle of the gun was at the end of Nacht's hazy move, as if waiting for her. Surely, she could see where Nacht was going to move. That thing earlier must have been a future prediction system skill (skill).
　The corners of Erin's mouth go up in a fishing haze, as if to say, "I've been waiting for you. It was the smile of one who was sure of victory.

''-- Skill (skill), Ruin Bullet (Ruin Bullet) -- Deadly Deadly Bullet (Pinpoint Shot).
　A magic bullet that was worthy of being called a shell rather than a bullet was launched from the Black Bullets of Rebellion (Black Cross).
　It had a unique effect added to it, a unique effect possessed by the ancient class (Ancient Class (Ancient) Equipment), and it turned its fangs ferociously.

　The effect that the deadly deadly bullets concealed, it was inevitable.
　In other words, once released, the bullet will always hit. Maybe it's the system's convenience, but even if you shoot in a different direction, facing the opposite direction from your prey, the bullets hit the target as if they had traveled through space.
　Even if you shoot from the edge of the map, from an area that is not far enough away, you will still be hit.
　Whether it escapes into the sky, into the ground, or into the water, its momentum never wanes.
　It was truly an inevitable bullet.
　Whether Nacht would flee to the farthest reaches of the world, it would still follow.
　Hence, she bit down on her victory with a smile.

　But--

　Yeah, but--

　If they think that's the only way to settle this, then

I'm underestimated...
　She must have forgotten one thing.
　The fact that Nacht knows the name of the Black Cross of the Rebellion (Black Cross). Of course, we should assume that his abilities are known as well.
　If it's unknown, Nacht's surprise is put on him. Just as Sakura, who was a lowly player, once took Nacht by surprise.
　But if it is known, there are plenty of ways to deal with it.　

　The words are spun as if Nacht were singing.
　The words are absolute.
　Heavy, strong, and resonant, Nacht tells
　To the magic of the counterattack--

'Pierce me--boosted magic, dragon magic...'

　--A converging light dragon (atomic ray).

　A small dragon rides in the palm of Nacht's hand.
　The next moment, when I thought such a dragon had lightly moved its wings.
　It disappeared.
　The dragon in the palm of his hand became a ray of light and ran through.
　There was no sound. No fancy showmanship existed either.
　He is an embarrassment.
　So no one can see him.

　However, a flash of light did indeed pierce the approaching magic bullet.

''Nah--!

"The inevitability of a hit is absolute - evasion would certainly be impossible - but the bullets that are launched are a little warm - easily offset.
　No matter how good his must-have ability was, it would be meaningless if the bullets that had been launched disappeared.
　The shattered bullet fragments smeared the ruffles of the evening darkness's embrace (Night Breath) as if to show their persistence.
　Nacht brushes it away with his hand and arrogantly tells him.

'Now, let's continue--it's Erin.

..........
　It's a painful silence.
　The expression on his face is a cloudy sky that seems to cover the moon.
　Nacht thought, as if it were a personnel matter, that the poor brave man who had met the rasbos in the city would probably have a face like this.