The demon society is one of the weakest and most powerful.
　Because the Demon King, who stands at the top of the society, has established order, there is certain security and rules.
　The common understanding among the demon tribe is that they are willing to take away the position of the king of demons by force, even if it is the position of the king of demons.

　That's why they are willing to take away the positions of the three heavens as well.

　Clana is always saying that.
　The three heavens is an ostentatious name for Krana, but originally it was

"Oh, man, my girl, she's an angel!

　When I heard my father's words, someone said he must be a heavenly messenger or comparable to the heavens, and so it became the title of the three heavens.
　That's why I can't help but think, if you want to take it away, go ahead.

　There were many demons who wanted to challenge Krana.
　In order to sort out those demons, Kaguya, the pinnacle of the Breaking Force, said.

''If you can take on all of us Breakers at the same time and win without suffering a single scratch, then you can challenge the three heavens.''

　There was only one person outside of the Demon King's bloodline who was willing to fully meet the qualifications.

　Linaria Organia.

　Crimson's jury, the only daughter of Organia, the most radical main warrior of them all.
　She was a mysterious woman who possessed an overwhelming amount of magical power that deviated from ordinary people, as if she had mutated, and usually wore a mask that suppressed her magical power.
　Just before challenging Krana, her brother had intervened and raised her to his side.

　An independent force that did not accept orders from anyone other than her brother and had the authority to move at his personal discretion on the continent, Linaria was a complete heretic in the Demon King's army, which was solidified by her late father's bloodline.
　Even her brother, who claimed to be the Demon King.

'Well I think I can take it down if I have to risk my life.

　He was a competent person who was prepared to challenge each other.
　That was probably why his brother tried to maintain order on the demon continent by sending Linaria, who was promoting the war, to the continent.

(I was convinced--but that's incomplete!

　For a long time, apart from his relatives, he had no opponent to compete with Krana's abilities, and he was deprived of the opportunity for a fight that had finally arrived.
　However, it was hard to deny it, as it was only the favor of her brother, who was concerned about his sister's health and position.

　Clana's resentment was building up.
　To Clana, the struggle to elevate others is the best treat of all.

　She would fight mock battles over and over again with her father, who was once an overwhelmingly strong competitor, get beaten to a pulp, think of countermeasures, train, train, train, and challenge him.
　Those days were the most glorious days for Krana.

　She loves to fight.
　So, unlike her other siblings, she is not opposed to the wars that create that opportunity.

　But there is someone much more attractive and glorious than war (such as it is) right in front of us.
　Dark as the night, and yet somehow deeply radiant with long hair. Her eyes, shrouded in gold, emit an unworldly magic, and she just stands before Krana with ease.

　Nacht Schatten.

　My sister, with whom I'd been communicating on the message board my father had left me.

'Maybe, but my dad's acquaintances ... pretty bad ... oh!　d*mn it!　Just remembering it makes me sick...!''

　What a strong man who was defeated one way or the other, to say the least.
　On top of that, Filnelia said that he had struck out at Linaria, who had gone out of control.

(Well, if you know your father, of course you do.)

　The brave man he once was was also a good enough man to defeat his father.
　You can fight such an existence head on.
　There's nothing more exciting than that.

　I've been waiting for this encounter since the moment I heard my sister's story.

Then, shall we begin?

　My hair was tied up with the ribbon my father had given me.
　I wore a shirt like a uniform, a ribbon, a hoodie, and knee socks. It was all the equipment my father had given me.
　And a sword.
　The preparations were well prepared and full of fighting spirit, and there was no need to be careless.

Well, then--let's go, shall we?

　A sobering thought.
　My instincts warned me.
　At that moment, as he tried to defend himself, with his sword, with his arm, following his instincts.
　Clana was flying through the air with a shock.





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　It was a long time ago.
　That was the first impression Nacht had as Krana led him into the Pre-Ohmanic arena.

　Numerous pillars lined up in a wide, rectangular space. A space of simple stonework. In the center of the space, there was a pattern that emerged.

　It looked like wings.
　As if they belonged to an angel, but they didn't.
　Like a demon's, and not so much.
　Like a dragon's, and not so much.

　Once, in the world where Nacht was - the world of the Real World Online - a wing pattern that was said to be held by the God of Beginnings.
　In the video game era, every facility that was called an arena had the pattern of the God of Beginnings in it.

　The power of the God of Beginnings, the creator of the game world, was deeply rooted in the game's setting.
　The nullification of total HP loss by the setting of the arena was one of them.

　Gilfia's pre-king arena was definitely created by Archangel-san first.
　Therefore, there would be no deaths in this place's duel.

''Then let's get started.''

　Krana says as her fighting spirit rises.
　Seeing Krana, who looks happy and joyful from the bottom of her heart, Nacht also laughs somewhat happily.

　In fact, there is a feeling of welling up at the duel that is reminiscent of the gaming days.
　But even more than that, Nacht had a refreshing feeling.

''Mm, then--let's go?''

　After all, there was no need to go easy on him (...), which he usually did with great care on this occasion.
　Nacht kicked through the ground at the behest of his AGI, which was trained to the extreme, and accelerated alone, leaving the world behind.

''Dragon technique--the divine dragon flash--''

　Physical speed, which had almost no effect on damage assessment in the game era, and the addition of attack values from skills, and even the addition of magic power to the skills used in the duel with Agam.
　In this world, Nacht multiplied the elements that he was able to do with his weapons, and the blow he unleashed was easily pierced through Krana's body.

　The phosphorescence of a skill (skill) that shimmered like a flash of light.
　The overwhelming impact, which came late, gutted the earth and crumbled the standing columns.
　Krana, who had been blown up in a grand manner, was naturally not supposed to stay safe.

''Ahaha...!　　Awesome!　Great!　Oh, God, I can't stand it!

　A pale green light enveloped Krana.
　The life-saving effect of the compassionate hair ornament that Clana had tied her hair into a twin-tailpiece must have helped her recover from the heavy damage Nacht had inflicted.

''Crumble, breaker blade!

　In response to Krana's call, the blade in his hand crumbles in countless ways.
　There are a thousand small blades that shine.
　All of them are inexcusable, and all of them produce damage decisions without any reduction in attack power.

　An ancient class (Ancient Class (Ancient) equipment (Ancient Class (Ancient)) breakage blade used by a certain cartoonist who used to be the attack commander of the Rainbow Bridge.
　It was a power that could definitely be considered a threat to Nacht.

(Even though his daughter is so cute, what kind of a thing is he giving her, that guy--)

　I'm retiring because I've decided to run a series, he said.
　Saying that, it was inevitable that Archangel, who was Gil-In's equipment as he left, would be in possession of Gil-Mas, Archangel-san.

''Hmph, ughhhh, hahahaha!　Come on, enough!　Let's die together, Nacht!

　Krana, who holds a sword with countless blades spinning wildly, swings at the large upper level.
　A moment.
　The lethal blade that loomed as a counterattack swallowed Nacht.