At the end of a metastasis that fell into a rift in dimension.

"Damn, dammit, dammit!

I scream thoughtfully as I punch the wall.

I regret it, I can't wait to see it. What is this? How dare you!

"Such humiliation! To the civilian population, too!

I don't even care about the blood coming out of my fist, beating the wall over and over again.

"Oh, please don't, Master Bezele! There's blood!

The surroundings stop me because of a few people.

That stops the movement and makes me unable to punch the wall.

"So what's up! This stuff... this stuff...!!

My fist hurts. My anger creeps up so much that I don't know.

Those civilians. It's all because of that civilian that I've been exposed to this incompetence!

Oh, you look so unusual!

"I'll kill you. I will definitely kill you... I will kill you...!

When you spit out words from the bottom of your heart, those around you will squirm.

I know why. I know all about it.

"So, but that man is His Highness's favorite. If you get your hands on it badly..."

"I know that! I know and I'm telling you!

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Yeah, I know. I know. About the fact that the civilian is His Highness's favorite.

That's why I don't care about Sang. That man turned down His Highness's words to the civilian population, didn't he?

It's not something I can forgive. He deserves to be shot in the neck. Yet why is he alive? He's a man who shouldn't be alive.

Yes, you should kill him. Everything is going wrong because of him. If only he died, His Highness would wake up.

It calmed me down a little when I thought about it. Earlier anger fades away.

Yes, you can kill him. Life as a civilian, not a big deal.

"Well, even if I say I'll kill you to it, that man, half-baked..."

"I know. That's as strong as it gets."

Oh, yeah. I see that one is strong. I also found that sword abnormal.

Then you can hit it abnormally. Fool, honestly, you don't have to do it from the front on your own.

"I'll get the sword from the mansion."

"Keh, is that a sword?

"Oh yeah"

Our family heirloom. A sword tightly sealed in the basement of the mansion.

With that sword, I'll kill him. With that sword, I can fight that craftsman sword.

"Oh, how famous is that?

"His name is unknown. But it's definitely a sword that can fight his sword."

"Against the technologist sword... did you have the magic guide technologist sword?

Magic guiding technician sword. Hearing that brings back memories of when I gripped that one, and my anger is about to explode again.

Hit the wall, manage to endure in an instant, take a deep breath. Well, you haven't settled down yet.

"Hih, that."

"Not that one. I don't want that stuff."

"So, what the hell?"

"It's the Devil's Sword. We have a family heirloom demon sword."

Yes, the Devil's Sword. Instead of sucking up the magic of the user like a magic guiding technician sword, the sword itself sucks up, converts, and expresses the magic from its surroundings.

A special sword, like a craftsman's sword, requires no skill other than sword moves.

"So, are you okay?

But one of my neighbors raises a question.

"What?"

"Well, the Devil's Sword is user-friendly, but I've heard from its output that if we meet properly, it's inferior to the Devil's Guide Technician's Sword."

"Right, that's what a normal demon sword would do"

"Normal?"

Yes, if it's a normal demon sword. If it's a demon sword made by an alchemist, if it meets from the front, it's inferior to a demon guide technician sword.

Essentially, it's just a sword with special powers. If we meet normally, the activated technician sword is often better, and if we release it at the highest output, the demon sword could even break in one of those shots.

But the sword I use this time is not like that. It's not a demon sword made by an alchemist. It's not such a weak substitute.

"The sword in the house is a real demon sword. Neither the artificial demon sword created by the alchemist to imitate the demon sword, nor the bearded demon guide technician sword.

A sword with real, naturally occurring, superordinary powers. Its power is not enough to be afraid of artificial demon swords, demon guided technician swords, etc. "

I imagine the moment I grip my sword as I whisk my mouth away.

With that sword, with that demon sword, it doesn't matter what kind of fig it is.

"If you have the power of a demon sword, you don't need a technician sword or anything. I don't need it. No dragon, no other country, no creation whatsoever. They all slaughter me."

"Oh, great!

"Exactly!

"Let that civilian see things in his eyes!

Everyone agrees with my words, and everything in the dark air just now disappears.

Yes, that's it. If only we were here. If only the nobles were there and the civilians obeyed.

Oh, pleasant. I can't wait to imagine his death.

You've embarrassed me so far, I'm not tired of just killing you. The women he had with him. Especially that busy girl named Sigal, who squeaks me in front of a guy who can't move anymore.

No, all those women. No one will forgive me. They're all guilty of the same thing. Let's all play together.

Treat your hands and feet after chopping them off so they don't die, and decorate them until they die?

That might be a good way to decorate that civilian, not kill him. In the end, I'll kill you.

Pleasant. Very pleasant.

Wait, civilians. This is your last day of joint classes, the day you've been here with Mushrooms.

I'll kill you. I'll definitely kill you, civilian.