Chapter 151 – Duels

000

Caught in the teleportation magic and once enveloped in black light, Cleon grabs Caliburn and looks around as soon as his eyesight returns. All around, a space filled with some kind of sticky liquid. Looking up at the ceiling with an unpleasant sensation of being wrapped in walls made of red meat, as if entering the stomach of a huge creature. There, he saw Kamala, hanging upside down, smiling at Cleon. Curiously, her hair her did n’t fall backwards, but rather flowed naturally down her shoulders and toward her upper body her, as if defying her gravity. It’s the same with the clothes she wears. Cleon, looking at such a phenomenon ignoring the laws of nature, frowns and murmurs.

“A small area of ​​black magic…”

“Jeong Da-ap~☆ This is my small territory! You know what that means, right?”

Just as Galatea attracts Cleon, everything that happens inside her is determined by her dark magic her. The laws of nature, of course, about life and death. Even being injured or missing one’s body can all be made into ‘things that didn’t exist’ as long as one had enough dark magic power.

Although it is such a powerful small area, considerable magic power control is required to use it. Dark magic is originally an unclean magic that is rejected in the world. Therefore, if you surround a certain space with black magic, it is a barrier that blocks the outside from the inside. That is, although it is possible to create a small area. Since small domains go against the will of the world by their mere existence, areas that are not complete are destroyed in an instant. If the small realm is demolished against one’s will, the enormous amount of black magic used to maintain the small realm is not recovered and disappears as it is, so even humans who use black magic cannot dream of using it, and low-level demons Even to the point of risking one’s own life to expand the territory once.

That, so effortlessly. Looking at her as she smiles and unfolds, her Cleon lets out a sigh.

“You’ve prepared quite a bit.”

“Of course☆ I’m a gourmet. As long as I have the ingredients I want, I’ll use any means. This inside is my stomach. It acts like my tail. I slowly melt your body, convert it into magic power , and make it my power. I throw it away☆ In other words, I’m getting stronger. You’re a space where you’re getting weaker?

As she sticks out her tongue and licks her lips, she feels Cleon’s magical power of her and reminds her of her face as if intoxicated by the taste of her.

At some point, Cleon is living in this space. She noticed that the gooey fluid in this space, which she said was her stomach, was doing something similar to gastric juice, but saw that unpleasant tentacles had risen from the bottom of the wrinkled meat that could be called the stomach wall and wrapped around her ankles, preventing her from moving.

“Chit…”

And the fact that she was slowly losing her own magical power from there.

“Umm~♡ This is the dark magic that the black magic swordsman possesses…! I think it’s going to become a habit… To the point where I want to eat it all by myself instead of giving it to Lilim-nee ☆”

Gently wagging her tail her, as if feeling good, she converts the mass of pure black magic she created based on the absorbed magic into her her magic her on her hand her. It turned into a sharp weapon such as a spear or arrow, and when she flicked her finger, it flew at high speed and crashed into Cleon’s place her.

Bang! A loud sound resounded, and as the dark magic disintegrated, the rising black fog obstructed the view between them.

“Kyahahaha! No matter how dark they are, there’s no way to stop the mass of dark magic! I’ll write you-“

Next moment, Booung! When she heard that, a golden slashing wave flew in and cut off her left shoulder.

“-Uh?”

When her dazed sounds leaked from her mouth, she opened her mouth and looked at her own shoulder, her with a shocked look on her face.

“What-“

Then, at the place where the slashing wave flew, the rising black magical fog slowly disappeared, and I looked at the shining blade of the sword visible through it. The one holding it was Cleon, who was holding the holy sword with both hands with an expressionless face, preparing to strike the next blow.

“How come… You can move like that-“

“Ah. I’m sorry. I was aiming for a pesky tail. I’ll hit you next time.”

“No, no no! Because it’s strange☆ … It’s strange! How can you radiate so much divine magic even though you’re tied to dark magic and tentacles!? This, this is my space! It’s from my stomach!? “

Embarrassed by the unknown reality, Kamala shouts madly. The parts of her body that fell off her dissipate magically and come together again from her shoulder her to form a new arm …

Squeak-

With a clatter, this time her neck and body her separated and her neck her fell upside down to the ground.

Her body her, detached from her body her, hung from the ceiling defying her gravity, but her neck her seemed not to.

“Haha…!?”

Cleon feels the strength of the tentacles that bind him slowly weakens, and loosens her shoulders. At his attitude her, which seemed to have not even been warmed up, the succubus Kamala refused to believe the fact that the man in front of her was terrifying herself to the point of being similar to Ishtal of the red Venus-no, that Lilim. It was meant to play.

However, her body her, which had separated from her head her and slowly disintegrated into magic, was cut in half again in the air and fell to the ground even faster than that. It turns into her magical energy her faster than she expects and is not absorbed by her. It is purified by divine magic and disappears.

“Oh, oh, no…”

Cleon looked at her like that and aimed her golden holy sword, Caliburn, at her head her. She seemed to be going to slash at the slightest movement. A sharp purple – no, it shimmers like the rising sun and exudes divine magic so powerful that it makes your skin tingle.

“I admit it. You, more than any adversary I’ve ever met-“

`Ah. A golden crescent moon.`

“You talk a lot.”

001

A space like an arena. There is no escape hole in sight. Audience seats are vacant. In a lonely stage with no guests to raise cheers, it resonated here only with the sound of irons clashing that made the ears noisy. The white female knight and the brown bunny girl are dancing the sword waltz.

The purpose of this place is guesswork. Probably in the basement of the store where I was before. A processing plant for ‘defective goods’ prepared for VIP guests. The floor soaked with bodily fluids scattered all around raises eyebrows. He may not have died, but it must have been that the worst spectacle, reaching the extreme of humiliation, took place here.

The white female knight-Iona poured her divine magic into her her longsword her, which she favored, and slashed her her Mistiltein, which was engulfed in her her black magic her, and calmed her breathing. It is Eustes who mercilessly wields it in front of her eyes. But I can’t imagine that being his true ability his.

After forcibly strengthening her her physical abilities her with the black magic that had flowed from Kamala, and crushing her ego her to the point where she could n’t use swordsmanship. Just swinging his sword her to defeat the enemy in front of him was like a berserker.

However, if berserkers are driven by anger and hatred, Eustes is the exact opposite. Without feeling any emotion, just randomly swinging a vicious sword would pose a great threat to the opponent. Who would have thought that power without will could be so dangerous? Rather, Iona thinks of being rude to him for a moment, perhaps she is handling Mistiltein much better than she was when she was sane.

Still. He couldn’t have been thinking about it that way. Right now, he instinctively swings his sword without even thinking about it. As the erosion of her magic her progresses, she, like the rest of her, will develop an identity as a faithful maidservant, loyal only to the succubus. Did she say ‘Justina’? I admit the naming sense, but even so, I didn’t want to see him end up like that. For Iona, Eustes is also a meaningful existence.

That did not mean that Eustes was masculine. Rather, he had never looked at him that way. But. Eustes is Talzek’s last disciple. Although, she did n’t learn a proper sword, and she did n’t spend a long time with her father her. However, the spark of will left by Talchek led to Cleon and Iona, and obviously to Eustes. Because of that will, Eusthes tried so hard that he thought of giving his life in order to wield his holy sword and block his section count his. Iona took a deep breath, channeling her quiet rage with the sharpness of her blade her.

“This, oh…I…”

Then, Eustes’s mouth opened slowly, like the sound of a door that hadn’t been oiled for a long time. Creeping, squeaking. Like the spring of a broken wind-up doll slowly turns. To a shallow self with only a thin sheet of paper remaining. Eustes speaks by moving his body.

“I, r… Be-uh…”

Eustes’ words were mixed with despair. It might be his own pathetic side of him. Mistiltane. Despair over the situation in which several precious people’s lives were overlapped and they tried to hurt the innocent with this sword in their hands. For him, who forcibly endured even if his will his, his true form his, and his freedom his were taken away, the pit of despair was so great that he could not bear it. His pride his. It was too difficult to endure this act of tarnishing the name of the holy sword.

So, I want to stop. So, I want to finish. The best way left for you is not to lead a more unsightly life, but at least to collapse within the frame of a fight.

Eustes thought so and asked Iona for a favor.

But Iona hears her words of her, and she lowers her sword once, looking at Eustes, who holds her own her for a moment.

Then, take a deep breath and smile.

“My father—many years on the gladiatorial arena of the empire. He fought and took many lives. He was a villain in a way. Even if there were extenuating circumstances, he could only be seen as a madman.”

The place where they looked around was made in a circular shape as if imitating the gladiator arena of the empire. As if the fate given to the two people standing in the middle is the death of one of them.

“I did a lot of research on that place without my father’s knowledge. Many gladiator slaves fought and wielded swords to survive. Even if they were colleagues who drank at the same table until yesterday. , To the point where I had to swallow the blood of my comrades.”

Iona can’t guess what Talchek must have felt while fighting them. Her father her wasn’t normal right away. She refused to show her heart to Iona.

The next moment, Eustes could no longer control himself and swung Mistiltein once more. The stronger the erosion of black magic, the more his body surpasses its original limits. He was running wild, not thinking about rebounding.

“If you are Talchek’s disciple too. Ask your opponent to cut you or kill you. Don’t say such things. That is absolutely not an act of easing the other person’s burden. And, desperately move your body to survive.”

Iona corrects herself and points the point of her sword at Eustes. In her red eyes her, her father her—although, her adoptive father her. It contained the fighting spirit inherited from Talchek.

“I will do the same. In this arena, where there are no spectators. Even if someone doesn’t die, there will be no booing or punishment. If we swing our swords until each other’s bodies reach their limit. There will be a time to stop.”

And-. Adds Iona.

“If it’s Cleon. I’m sure this stage will be destroyed. He’s also Talchek’s disciple, like you and me.”

“Close, Leon…”

Eustes muttered his name.

“So. Let’s have a little long sparring with this sister-in-law. You must have learned ‘where not to be cut’ from your father, right?”

Iona said so, and she charged Eustes like her lightning bolt.

002

The one who knelt first was Remilia, the spearman. As the number of hits exceeded dozens or hundreds, the spear she was holding was gradually cut away by her holy sword. At some point, her red underwear her, which had been hung on the window sill, was seen to be tattered and tattered. However, there were no scars, and it was not that she was sweating. Just a little bit. Her breath her only went up. That would be too. It was because there were so many arondites made that the whole area was covered with blue crystals.

In contrast, Aruru’s breathing her only slightly increased. Like Remilia, she did n’t have any problems with her physical condition. Without shedding a single drop of blood or even a single drop of sweat, she made her her formidable enemy her, Remilia, fall to her knees, then picked up her arondite and pointed it at her head her.

“Whoa… It’s great. No matter how young your body is, there are limits to this body.”

Remilia quietly lowered her spear to the ground and bowed her head. It was admitting that she was a loser.

Even if she continued to fight beyond this, her own spear could not pierce this thick crystal wall. No, even if she pierced her, the swords protruding from there would tear her body apart. She was completely wrong how to deal with it. This holy sword. Earth war was the worst choice in front of Arondaite. As a short-term battle. She should have pierced her heart—or her head her—by draining all her magic spear her.

She let the same regret flow through her head. Results do not change. It’s an old man’s bad habit. That’s what she muttered as if concluding herself.

But Aruru was different. The heat of her sword hadn’t cooled down yet. Even the cold anger that had risen did not lose her coolness.

Still, while pointing at Remilia’s head her, Aruru quietly opened her mouth.

“Raymond of the Red Thorn…”

When Aruru puts her name her in her mouth her as if confirming a reality she does not want to admit to herself. ‘Haha…’ Remilia let out her wild laugh and nodded her head. Even her gray hair her, which was her pride her, turned white. The old man’s eyes her, which were seasoned but never forgot her joy her, had changed to those of a bright and beautiful girl. The muscles of her body had turned into fat and clung to the protruding parts, and the spear she had thrown away and held was a new object imbued with dark magic and created to kill people.

“As expected, I had a memory… Then why did I side with the devil threatening the capital?”

Aruru asks him quietly. There was no way she was unaware of her red thorn reputation. I’ve never met her in person. There was nothing indirectly related. However, a legendary adventurer who defended the kingdom from the beasts of the empire as the vanguard of the volunteer army in the past. The fact that he was now the limbs of demons who threatened the peace of the kingdom. And, while retaining her memories of her, he felt anger at the fact that he was not pointing the spear at the demons.

“This is the last adventure of an old man who has gone through many adventures. He has fought on the side of humans all his life. Wouldn’t it be nice to fight on the side of the devil sometimes?”

Somewhere, looking at Raymond—no, Remilia, who lifted her face with a smile of acceptance that gave everything away—Aruru shut her mouth. As a hero, she has come into contact with many people. Although, she did not notice the change in her oldest friend her named Rail. She herself was able to understand the minds of others to some extent.

It was the expression of a betrayed person she had ever seen.

“Why… Who, betrayed you?”

“… Haha. You’ve been beaten. I never thought you were a warrior with that much experience. Aruru Tromeia. I think I looked down on you too much.”

Remilia made a surprised face at Aruru’s words of hers, but she quickly regained her usual composure and smiled. Aruru could see that it was mixed with a certain amount of bravado. Agitations were seen. Fingertips. There was a slight tremor.

“The Tromeia family… The shield of justice that protects the kingdom. But you cannot fight the enemies I am trying to fight.”

“What…”

“Are you proud of everything you stand for?”

“Of course. As a hero, I carry everyone’s expectations and hopes on my back. To wield my sword for the sake of those who are important to me and the people I need to protect. I consider it my mission.”

Remilia smiled as she looked at Aruru, who spoke with her own honor without her hesitation. Although, she faces spears and swords, she prides herself on her. Her soul was shining with a brilliance incomparable to her own, already corrupted. That’s why, I admit defeat cleanly. Even if it throws everything away. One not lost. It was Raymond’s pride as his as a soldier.

However. That’s why i’m worried When this girl saw a shadow of what she was supposed to protect. Will she be able not to despair like herself?

Betrayal exists because there is trust. Because there is honor, there is blasphemy. Because there is truth, lies exist.

“There’s only one thing this old man can tell you. Have a steady companion, young lady. Even if you face the darkness of what you’re trying to protect. With them, you won’t be like me.”

So that. Spits out old man’s advice Advising the enemy may be a breach of contract, but this seems to be a somewhat disconnected space, so there should be no problem.

Just then, as Aruru listened to him, she tried to ask what he meant by that.

Cooong! And a huge magical pressure is generated, vibrating the entire space.

Then, her Aruru’s body was once again transferred by her teleportation magic circle to her, and she was taken to her somewhere.

Remilia, who was left alone in the banquet hall, looked at it and said, Whoa. She sighed and grabbed her spear.

“Is this because God sided with me. Or did he side with her?”

It might have been possible for her to continue telling her truth and destroy her… Although she may have some firmness of spirit.

But Remilia doesn’t change what she has to do herself.

“Palanatia. I can’t go to heaven where you are.”

As she muttered that, she walked slowly to find her employer her.

Ishtar of Red Venus. It was something she had to report to her.