Black Eagle's Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

I confirmed the fall of the Demon King and headed toward Sibilla.

Look at me with a full smile and a hand on my hip. Yeah, yeah, nodding.

"No, I've never seen a double chanting avisnail before, but I can't resist! I can't believe you can get this far with a single blow. Even if you're a long-time Atashi saint, you're the only one."

"No, you can't hit me twice if you don't make me a chance. This is... That's the way I didn't expect you to use unchanging chants at that time. You're just as smart as a demon king."

Sibila, come to me.

I'm going to Civila.

Describe each action with a twisted feeling.

We stared at each other face-to-face...... we laughed quietly out of both.

Civila then takes off her leather gloves and raises her right hand, pointing her white flat by that pathological time.

I don't think I took the Demon King of Intelligence completely from head to toe, in those thin, beautiful hands, I confidently slap him in the palm of my own hand.

"Aww!

Sibila shook her wrist, spraying her breath out into her slightly reddish, swollen hand.

... No, no, does it hurt there or normal?

You're kind of a tight guy......

Ma, but maybe this lack of nervousness is what makes Sibila.

In any crisis, the goddess of victory feels like she's going to be overcome just by being on the side.

I don't know how strong I am myself or anything, but if I swear this guy can win, I feel like I can win.

That's a woman named Sibila.

"Take your own gloves off. There's no such thing as extra heels."

"Ugh, you should have some more girls for you... I'm gonna cry when you're a kid other than Atashi"

"It's all right, Civila. I'll only beat them up."

"Terrible!? No, could this be a sign of trust...? An explicit expression of favor!? Yes, that's exactly what this is all about, exclusive to Atashi, and I'm willing to be a couple caricaturists for a whimper of affection from Russell!

My arm did the chop, as a matter of course. Now......

Nevertheless, I just wondered how I could relate in such a strange direction.

How can you be so positive?

Should I be the first to be removed from the party and slated, and also apprentice these wasteful positive thoughts in a way...?

... No, if you imitate how positive this guy is, it's genuinely just brain weather.

"I hear you!

I said to myself so I could hear you.

"Why are you talking so clearly about Atashi... the other orphanage girls have been together for so long, it's not like that at all..."

Looking at Sibila sighing with a disappointed face, I'll think again of such a casual word.

Sure, I totally shrunk my distance from this guy. I mean, it's shrunk, well, honestly, I think it's shrunk from that side.

Still, when I was at the party, I thought I was a little more grown up, too. At least to Emmy. You weren't close enough to say whatever you wanted to say so far.

... Well, if I told Emmy so far, I would tear eyes and I wouldn't be able to do just that...

But when people ask me if I have a sense of distance from this completely unprecedented woman... it's not bad.

Making jokes with Sibila feels good. Even though it's my first experience, I even feel like I've been doing that all my life.

Angrily enough —— angrily enough for the book -- I seem to quite like the strange distance that I have from this guy.

Seems, because I don't know for sure.

"... okay. You did a really good job. As for [Lord Midnight Demon], on the third day after changing his profession (Job), the Demon King Crusade is just a new record."

"If Sibilla says so, I guess so. I don't feel bad."

"Highest rating. Damn, I've had a hell of a lot of things."

Totally, you're really gonna make this work.

There is still something strange about the feeling that I am leveling up as the [Saint] as the [Lord of Darkness].

And most importantly... the mystery of my own magic.

I wonder what the hell's going on with my body.

It seems to consume a lot of magic. Dark magic, but no matter how much you use it, there's no indication that it will deplete at all.

Now, you can use magic properly.

... in a way, a mystery far greater than being a saint or a dark wizard.

"Nevertheless, I can't believe the Demon King would take your pet without knowing about Russell."

"... Speaking of you, you were laughing at me with your nose knowing you weren't there. You're the one who told me to stay alert."

"Pets"...... that's what Sibila said beforehand, Demon King's Combat Assistant demon.

Apparently the Demon King often shows up with this guy.

"Ugh, well... I laughed so crazy.... because the floor boss is basically nothing scarier than multiple fights. It's basically about working with a strong boss at a party to make him a tattoo beater, and when this comes down to challenging multiple bosses on his own, it's hopeless to win."

... I see, if that demon king comes with a offering that can do melee fights, don't lose your winning eye at once...

Somehow, being the Demon King, it wasn't the atmosphere that made fighting the most specialized. But, as its name suggests, it will not allow other followers when it comes to the art of making it as a king.

Still, even though I said I had prevented magic attacks with swords and robes, the Demon King was strong enough to throw magic off his sword with two powerful magics.

"Multiple fights are basically getting away first because you don't think you can win. If you can't do that, use the stairs and the details--"

As soon as Sibila moves her gaze, her eyes open in amazement.

At that moment, I had a fiercely unpleasant feeling, and I look right back, too.

There was nothing where the Demon King was supposed to have fallen.

"--K, Kuk..."

Speaking of which... I'm the floor boss here, and it doesn't mean the place stops.

Defeat the floor boss and the next door will open.

Soon the Demon King appeared, so I never cared... but when I looked in the back, the room on the other side, which would have been closed until now, was glowing brightly.

"Oh, that guy...... ugh!

Leaving room for Sibila's haste, the Demon King laughs full of creativity but spare time.

... not a strength, but something really, mentally affordable... or a little broken.

"It's a move left with remnants of the body yo...... hahahaha......! Also, isn't it U, Lord Midnight Demon... No," Sage of the Black Shadow ", was it Na...!

"I'm hit! Russell, let's get out of here!

At the same time Civila screams, I hurry up the stairs.

There was no wall of magic on the floor boss door and we were able to get out of the room right away...... but.

"'Leave your hands behind, ok'... it's ok Ken Ta... This kind of thing is also, once again, a pleasure, Na..."

I couldn't get that last word out of my head.

There is no longer a demon figure on the second level, only a straight path ahead of us.

Civila doesn't get lost, but turns left and runs away. Speaking of which, this goddess, you're making maps of all the dungeons in your head...

"Russell, for once, no more demons at the time you break that dungeon core! And I can't even maintain the dungeon!

"I can't even maintain it," he said?

"Yes! I'd age little by little if I were alone, but that stupid demon king, the self-destructing wizard, jerked off!

"Self-destructive magic", used by the Demon King.

Even if I don't know what you're talking about, I can see how bad the situation is with that name and power.

Looking back, I feel the light getting brighter and brighter.

... Seriously...!

"It's time for the first floor! Russell, heal!

"Okay!

Use the Extra Heel Link in your head to restore health with the magic of a Stamina Charge.

We can't stop the whole disease yet.

Up to the ground floor part, I stopped and grabbed Civila's arm and shouted.

"Windbarrier!

("Wind Barrier")

Shortly after Sibila looks suspicious, there is an arrow striking the wall.

In the margins of my astonished Sibila, I slapped in Darksphere and silenced all the black goblins.

"How did you figure that out?

"No, I really don't know what that is right now. Maybe I'm too dangerous for myself, and I'm losing my sense of crisis to calm down."

"Can you count on me! But now you're brainless, not bad!

At a time like this, but I don't feel bad about being praised.

If you can praise Civila for your brains, be confident. Don't hesitate to take it.

When we leave the dungeon, we look back as we run without stopping.

"Russell, break it!

"Abyss Nails!

(Abyss Nails!

Magic is used at the entrance of the dungeon, and large magic claws collapse the entrance area.

But... can't this suicide bombing magic be suppressed with the entrance blocked, or the light leaks out of the gap in the rock and burns the perimeter?

"... what to do... this, it won't stop..."

"Damn, not yet!

You can't let me give up here......!

As it is, a devastating attack of magic so much that it swallows every village.

We need to stop here......!

The moment I went down to the vicinity of the village and tried to counter the light in front of me when I was ready --!

"Magic Coating!

--I heard a nostalgic voice.

It turns bright white in front of me, and something blows up that I don't know if it's a fever or what.

Strangely, however, no impact or anything like that arrived at all.

Eventually the light turns smaller and when I open my eyes there is no mountain in front of me...

... In my arms, I almost collapsed into pieces, barely knowing I was familiar with him.

Emmy meets me with her eyes so calmly narrowing her eyes as to why she can have such tender eyes with that agonizing look...

——

I closed my eyes as I did, making a breathless sound that couldn't form the words, something bumpy and gushing from my throat.

On both my arms, the weight of my powerless body passed.