I walked over to Lyle.

''U....g.....''

　There's no sign of any other brave men coming in.
　This time it's one-on-one.

　Ludmila already seems to be unable to move, so we'll deal with it later.
　First of all........I'll settle this with Lyle.

"Hi, hi, help me........

　Lyle stepped back with 'Levatein' in his hand.

''Well, the devil is in the air........!　I didn't mean it, trust me....
Begging for your life?
Master, please!

　Lyle's face twisted.

　It's a weak face, as if he's about to cry.
　It's as if he was begging me for forgiveness...

I can't...

　I released a shockwave of magical power.
　Lyle was blown more than ten meters away and bounced repeatedly on the ground.
　My right arm was bent in a strange direction.

''Guh, oh........''
Next stop, your left arm.

　I walked up to him and said quietly.

　Once again, I release a magical shockwave.

''Giaaaaahhhhh...!

　Lyle's left arm, which had been blown away, was bent, as was his right arm.
　I'm not going to be able to get my hands on it.

　You can't even hold the Miracle Armor any longer.

The next step is the legs.
'I don't.......................no!　I don't want to die!

　Lyle screamed, his face shaggy with tears, either from pain or fear.

'You killed me. The next time I'll be the one who kills you...



　A moment later, a black glow flooded the surroundings.



''What........?
''This is.........?''

　The voice of doubt was that of Lyle and I at the same time.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　A lukewarm sweat dripped from all over my body.



　Lyle barked.

　Something shiny and black emerged on his chest.

　A small piece of metal.
　A tremendous amount of magical power was emitted from the shard, scattering a purple spark.

　It was not a miracle armor.
　Rather, it has a disastrous atmosphere, similar to that of the demon race.

　It's an atmosphere that I remember from somewhere.

　Yes, I'm sure........

The Purgatory Demon King's Sword (Ladis)...?

　It looks just like the atmosphere of the sword, the symbol of the Demon King.
　Why does Lyle have it?

"Gaaaaaaaah........!

　Lyle bellowed once more, and the shards were sucked into the 'Levatein' in his hand.

''Hahahahahaha!　What the hell!　It's going to give me strength!

　Lyle let out a cry of joy and stood up.
　His arm, which should have been broken, was back in place before he knew it, and he gripped his sword firmly.

'I don't know what it is, but it's an overwhelming force!　Master ... no, Freed!　I don't even think I could beat you now!

　You have the power of the Demon Lord's sword fragment in your hands.

"Howl, Levitein, help me defeat the demon king.

　Lyle swung his sword.
　The crimson blade was dyed jet black, and small blades reminiscent of fangs sprouted here and there.

　It was a sword that gave off an atmosphere of too much misery to be called a holy armament.

''Come on, burn up!　Demon King Freed!

　The outpouring of fire swirled around and loomed.

"'Aquawall'.

　I created a wall of water.

"...and...?

　That's when I felt uncomfortable.
　Just by shooting the magic, I felt an intense sense of weakness.

　The slashing wave of fire crashed into that wall - easily breaking through it.

"The power of this is...

　This is clearly different from the previous "Levatain".

The 'Water Bullet'

　I shoot water bullets at the flame slashing wave.
　The advancing water bullets collide with the flame shock wave and both disappear.

"d*mn, as expected of a magician, it activates too early...

　Lyle clicked his tongue and rushed forward, sword in hand.

Then use melee combat!
"Come on, Purgatory Demon King's Sword, Radis!

　I summoned my own sword.

　The Demon King's sword and the Miracle Armor that held the pieces of the sword and the Miracle Armor.
　Their swords clashed with each other, and violent sparks flew.

"Haaaaaaaaah!

　Lyle swung his great sword with a voice of enthusiasm.
　The power and speed may have increased as well, but the slashes were much sharper than before.

　I was protecting them with my sword as I retreated inch by inch.

''Kuch........?''

　There was another uncomfortable feeling.
　Just by striking each other, both physical and magical power is worn out rapidly.

　The wear and tear is too intense──?

"'Thunder Arrow'!

　I let loose a lightning arrow as I cut and tied it.

''It's useless!''

　Lyle blew it away with a slash.

　As I thought, the power is reduced──!
　Is it because he is holding a piece of the Demon King's sword?

'Look, look, look, look!　What happened to the momentum you had earlier!

　Lyle laughed and waved his sword.

'Isn't it weaker than before, Demon King?　Then let's get on with it!　My... my... sword of justice!

　The storm of slashes is gaining more and more momentum, and I'm on the defensive.
　I can't move into the offensive like this, and I'll be cut off.

　The power of the demon king is not effective in front of him.

　So, what should I do?

　I'm going to look at his liverwurst.
　I must do something about that sword with the Demon Lord's shards in it.

　I take a huge leap of faith.

"You can't get away from me!

　Lyle lunges at me.
　I put my hand in my pocket.

'?　What are you...

　I turned to Lyle, who gave me a questioning look, and I held my gun up.
　A gunshot and a roar.

''Guh........?''

　Lyle lets out a small, bitter cry.

　This isn't the power of a demon king.
　It's a physical, just a gunshot.

　That gunshot flicks the "Levatein" out of Lyle's hand.

"Shh, shh........

　I unleashed a shockwave of magical power at the panicked fellow.



''Hey, Master. That's cool.''
"Guns?　You can't make a decision against a demon race, though.''
"I want one too!
'Ha, it's hard for a child to handle. When you're a little older, I'll give it to you.



...as a child, you used to beg for this gun, didn't you?

　I looked down at the fallen Lyle.
　Perhaps it was because Levatain had left his hand, but the feeling I had earlier that I was losing strength was gone.

''Isn't that cool, guns...''

　Lyle laughs slightly under his bitter breath.

''It wasn't very practical, so I didn't end up getting it...''

　Are you reminiscing about those days?

　No, maybe I'm the only one who gets sentimental about it.

　The time I spent with this guy gave me a lot of peace.
　But it's an illusion that has already passed away in the distant past.

　I dismissed the sentiment and looked down at Lyle.

"You will be punished in two ways.

　Call up the spell list and find it.
　The most appropriate spell for Lyle.

My punishment...?

　Lyle murmurs anxiously.

"'Guilty Pain'.

　I chanted with a sigh.

''Ah.........?　Gah, gah.......................!　Aaaaah!

　Immediately Lyle's face contorted in pain.

''Ouch ... ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch ...''

　The Great Sin Pain (Guilty Pain).
　Those who are subjected to it are subjected to a constant and intense pain.

　Its effects last a lifetime.
　The pain doesn't even allow for a mental breakdown, until the moment it kills you...

I can't make you feel the pain in my heart, but you will live with that pain for the rest of your life. From now on and on........
"d*mn it, Freed...!　

　Lyle stared at me with bloodshot eyes.

'I've set it up so that if you try to tell someone who I am, the pain will be multiplied by hundreds or thousands of times. The same is true for any act of telling someone on paper. Be careful at best.
I'm going to kill... you... one day... and I'm not going to end up here...
'It's over, all of it. As long as I have that pain, I can't even go about my daily life properly.

　I said coldly.

''And then I will crush your ambition with my next punishment. Forever....