122 9 God's trial, further ahead 3




 Ludmilla Deal lost her parents and her home when she was only five years old.
 She was destroyed by the demon tribe.

 She herself was about to be eaten by the demon tribe - and then she was rescued.
 The Miracle Armor Rafael, which came down from heaven, saved her.

 Since then, Ludmila has become a hero and has defeated countless demons.
 At the root of her mind is hatred.

 The people she loved were taken from her and her precious places were destroyed.
 The resentment and hatred for the demons drove Ludmila.

 In the course of the battle, it was eventually sublimated into a feeling of 'I don't want to create an existence like me again' and 'For that reason, I want to protect others'.

 Still - the hatred did not disappear within Ludmilla.

 Fearlessly and daringly.
 I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it.

 But──that fighting spirit was suddenly broken one day.

 With force, it was forced to yield.
 The fighting spirit was also brought to its knees.

 In the battle against the demon king.

 I was terrified, and I knew I couldn't win.
 I couldn't forgive myself for that.

 So, I apprenticed under the rouge to gain strength.
 I faced the demon world with confidence, and then...



 And then I was defeated.



(Why am I losing... why can't I win...?

 Maybe Ludmilla hates herself now.

My own impotence.

 I bite my lip.
 Even though it's bleeding, he continues to bite down harder and harder.

''No matter how much I hone my strength... no matter how much I stand with my strongest friends... no matter how much I stand with them... no matter how much I stand with them... I can't win against that guy?

 Two defeats had robbed Ludmilla of her confidence.

 The fear that she should have discarded and conquered had not disappeared.
 It also means that her mind has been weakened.

 It was a fatal mental damage to the brave person who controlled the armor that was activated by the power of the mind - the Miracle Armor.

'Then what will you do? Do you want to stay scared?

 A girl appeared in front of me, clad in a red glow.

 It was Rouge.

 She was different from the usual, somewhat easygoing atmosphere.
 It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get a good deal more than you think.

"I am...

 I tell you.

 No matter how much we are beaten down, there is always a will in the center of our hearts.
 The will to fight.

 The source of her...



And yet she does not run.



 He slowly looks up.

'If you've lost, you just get back up again.

 The friends who have fallen away.
 Towns and countries destroyed by demon attacks.
 The people who were killed.
 Sorrow, pain, hatred and despair.

They will only become stronger.

 I don't want the world to be threatened by the demon race any longer.
 I don't want any more demons like me who have lost their homeland and all those close to them to appear on the scene.

I'm sure we are the only ones who can do it.

 Ludmilla stands up.

'Only the chosen brave can save the world. So──Raphael!

 A light gathers in her hands.
 The jade-colored Miracle Armor was dyed jet-black, and

Give me the power! Light up the world with hope!

 A golden glow radiates from her...



I am...?

 My wavering consciousness was clearer.

 It felt like hours had passed, or maybe just minutes.

 Next to me was Fiore and Sion.
 From the atmosphere, the two of them must have gained new strength as well.

'I see, this is the new stage of the Miracle Armor - or rather the new stage of the power of the brave...!

 Theon has a somewhat contented look on his face.
 And Fiore........

I'm sure you'll be able to kill them all with this power. I will avenge Elio's death by wiping out every last one of the demons...

 Ludmilla had a bad feeling about the daughter-brave who smiled the smile of an awesome vengeful demon.

 The practice of bringing out the root of the power of the heart──.

 Ludmira was able to reaffirm her own reason for fighting.
 She was able to rekindle the courage in her faltering heart.

 Perhaps the same is true for Theon.

 But Fiore--

It's as if I've fallen into darkness...

 The atmosphere was dismal.