A Banished Failure Survives in the Borderland and Becomes an S-Rank Exorcist

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Sharpen. Alfred keeps sharpening the sword.

A room with moonlight in it. The room was so quiet and quiet that it was almost impossible to imagine someone living there.

There are simple chairs and tables in the room. And beds only.

The country where the Magus lives. Among them, the Twelve Apostles are granted the privilege of living in the castle. For Magus, strength is everything. The strong is righteousness, the weak are oppressed, and the dead are scattered. Many magicians work so hard to reach the status of the Holy Twelve Apostles that they scatter their lives.

But there's still a handful of things we can get there.

Alfred is no longer one of the oldest of them.

In the Human Demon War, I cut through the front lines and continued to fight as the most powerful swordsman in the world.

But his heart will not be filled. What he wanted was not there. No, it's not. He lost it. Alfred keeps searching for what he lost in Man-Man Wars.

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Polish, sharpen, and politely treat the magic sword to never degrade its performance. This is what I've been doing tens of thousands of times. Life has already lasted more than 100 years. The life of a Magus is comparable to 300 years for a long time.

I can see.

I set the sixteenth night of the Magic Sword. Lighted by the moonlight, it radiates a definite glow. When he is satisfied with his state, he assembles his seat and enters meditation as usual.

Spyglass water stop.

That state is the end of the swordsman's quest.

It's the top of everything.

Whether that happens or not, Alfred tries to throw away all his affections... it's just evil.

Because it recalls an earlier battle.

Bertina Wright.

The name of the swordsman he cut and threw away. Never forget his name, his sword moves, his secret sword. All you have to do is turn it into your own flesh, carve it into your body, and practice it so that it can unconsciously manifest itself.

"Caterer... I'm..."

Murmur with a razor. Alfred's concern was not about Bell. That's because he saw it at that moment. That nostalgic face.

I'll never see you again.

I thought so. Because they died 150 years ago.

I've been chasing you. Look at her. I've been desperately reaching out to the realm that never reaches me. That said, it's not even close to her feet... and Alfred thought that no matter how long he lived, he wouldn't make it to the realm.

That's why he won't take away the magic sword that is inherited by humans.

Magic Sword Shozuki Night.

No one else has killed that user for generations, Alfred.

The night of the moon and the sixteenth night are doomed to be attracted.

So he slaughtered dozens of the servants of Ozuki Night. Each time, he steals the opponent's sword moves, steals the secret sword, and turns it all into flesh and blood. He waited for the servant of the moonlit night to feed himself.

But he finally arrived. After 150 years of waiting, he arrived.

It was Sherry.

Shelley was very similar to the ancestors who produced the Sword and the Secret Sword, producing the Night of the Moon and even the Sixteen Nights. No, that's no longer a very similar level. For Alfred, it was a living picture.

Shelley is a living photograph of Catherine, the ancestor of the Shitenso Ice stream.

Looking at it, it was no longer possible to suppress the high spirits.

"... I'm sure we'll meet again... Isn't that right, Catherine?

Ask the name.

Sherry's cause and effect will certainly converge.

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"Hmm... did you hit Bertina Wright?"

"Yes, Alfred did."

"Ha-ha. He seems obsessed with it all the time."

"There seems to be a lot going on in his case."

"Well, that's fine. If you can use a token, you can use it here. You can even use your thoughts."

It's Mr. Left.

"Well... it's time for us to move."

"Because you're going out on your own?

"Aurelial's work has made it easier for me to move around. It will be necessary to teach it for a long time. The horror at the top of the Magus."

"... I look forward to it."

A magician sitting on the throne. Its body is enormous. It is covered with thick muscles, no waste, in a giant body of more than two meters. Hair is blonde and cut, with bright red pigeons growing to the left and right.

The Apostle of the Twelve.

The first place in the sequence was about to start moving.

"Oh, are we alone now?

"Hmm? Claudia? What can I do for you?

"No, I thought I'd report on the progress of my research."

I see. I will fight from now on. Submit the documents. "

"Oh, that's unusual. Are you leaving?"

"Long time no see. And you'll need to show the majesty of the Magus' summit."

"Yes, well, that's fine. Because I'm doing it myself."

I'm counting on you, Claudia.

"... eh"

Claudia then leaves the throne.

While snapping her cutlets and shoes, she proceeds. Now in the basement of this castle, she was pursuing her research. Currently working on Twilight Syndrome.

Claudia was surprised to hear Alfred's testimony.

Because I heard Bell finally got over Twilight Syndrome and turned it into something he had to.

According to her research with Cyrus, the coma syndrome Twilight Syndrome is just a disease, and although the transformation of demonization occurs, it is nothing more. That's what I had concluded.

But that wasn't the end of the story.

People can go further.

It is a completely new individual who is neither a saint like Lianne, nor a semi-man like Julia.

"Claudia, how are you?

"Cyrus...."

"What a surprise about Bell."

"Ah... I can't believe that Bell leads to people..."

"Maybe that story isn't out of the question."

"That story?

"Yes, it is."

"That's right... that might be so."

Here's the story.

Originally, all living beings were human, and from there they became saints, subhumans, demons, and even demons. Humans are the origin of all possibilities, and perhaps there are transformations that the world does not yet know.

That's why the phenomenon of dusk is driving it.

But the question that comes to mind eventually comes back to one.

Twilight is, after all... what is it?

Nobody understands that. Mysterious phenomenon that occurred simultaneously with the end of the Man-Man War. Many humans think the Demons are doing it, but even among the demons, we don't know who caused the twilight and for what purpose.

The world ruled by dusk.

How the hell did that happen... even the Magus has no reason to know.

"But Bell is dead. It hurts a lot for humans."

"Well, Julia and the others are here now, and aren't they okay as a force yet?

"Fu... are you worried?

"No, I don't care what happens to humans now. That will not change my feelings if I perish tomorrow. But it's just...."

"Just?"

"You wanted Belle's body recovered."

"There's no other way. Running away in that situation would be the best we can do. If Julia Curtis and Sherry Ames were here, it would be a tough fight. No matter how much Aurelial it is, it will be difficult to fight while sheltering Alfred."

"That's right...."

Bell is dead.

After receiving the report, Claudia didn't think anything else.

Oh, you're dead. That's about it.

When she was in the border city, she was quite close to Bell. But that's a lie. I didn't think anything in my mind.

But what is left of this heart?

Claudia certainly felt it. It's not sadness, it's not crying, it's not irritability, it's unspeakable.

"Well, I'll do it again today."

"Oh, excuse me.

She tried to forget something and spent herself on research today and again.