Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

By the time Fram arrived at the church in the Central District, it had already started to get dark around.

At the corner in front, Fram asks how he is hiding himself in the shadow of the building.

Something's wrong with the atmosphere in the church.

Even if the knight is always waiting at the gate, the look on his face is somewhat harsh.

On the grounds - near the entrance to the main hall, the nuns were discussing something with a rather uneasy face.

There is no sign of Sarah in it.

Has there been any incident?

I should go ask in person, thinking on the spot, a nun wearing a white robe just like Sarah's, about 20 's ago, wanted to go through.

"Mr. Sister there, I'd like to ask you something."

Speak up.

She stopped her legs, rocking her pale peach hair, and said, "What's wrong?" and smiled nicely.

When Fram invited the nun to move from the knight to an invisible place, he asked for a single entry.

"Saila, you know what?

"You, do you know that girl!?

Then she asks back the other way around and grabs Flam's shoulder.

From that desperate shape- Oh, I'm pretty sure something happened to Saila.

"Ah... I'm sorry. It was a sudden event, confused..."

There's a shopping bag in her hand.

In the midst of the commotion, I think he was asked to buy it out and came back.

"I knew something had happened."

"... before I do, may I ask you about your relationship with Sarah"

"I say Flam, who is Saila -"

Before Flam could finish her explanation, the nun began to talk out of the way.

"Oh, you! I'm listening to you. You're a sweet guy who treats you to a good meal."

Apparently, the story is entirely telling.

Around where the subject of meals first comes up, it seems to be Saira.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet, I'm Tina. I've lived with her in church since she was a little girl."

Speaking of which - and Flam also remembers a story I heard from Saila.

I heard from her about the church “family” several times, I guess Tina is one of them.

"Looks like it would be okay for you to talk about what's happening now. Just now, the Pope suddenly arrived... and he said he was going to break the door."

"Breaking the door!? Why suddenly!

"That seems to be why I worshipped the Demons. As soon as they find us, they're gonna take us to church court."

What is the Church Court - apart from the courts set up by the Kingdom, it was an institution to impose penalties on constituents who broke the Church's internal rules (...).

They say they can be imprisoned, sometimes tortured, even executed.

Of course, it is in total violation of the laws of the kingdom.

But there was no way they would intervene in such church tyranny, rather there was even a verse that was throwing round the church policing in some areas.

In other words, taking to church courts in the present kingdom means much the same thing as being treated as criminals.

"Of course you can't be worshipping demons, I can tell you clearly. Because we lived with her."

Such a sin is totally made up.

Flam bites his teeth hard, out of frustration.

But Saila should have been a talented and valuable person for the Church as well.

Is there something you want to hide until you trump her like that - ink or in a church in the West End?

"Hey Mr. Flam, where did Saila go and what did she do? Why do I have to be treated like this!?

Tina's voice is shaking.

Pushing up from the inside of your body, pushing and killing waves of emotion that loosen your tear glands.

But Fram also visited the church because he wanted to hear it.

"I was just told that I was headed to a church in the West End because I had something to look into in the orphanage. Some of the knights I know said they should be listening soon."

"The knight I know... I mean Ed and Johnny. I knew it wasn't irrelevant..."

"What happened to those knights, too?

"Today, I suddenly moved to a village on the border. It's only when things go wrong that the knights belonging to the Wang Capital are moved to the left. But I don't want to talk about it, and even if I wanted to ask them, they said they'd already left Wang Capital. I used to be in the Central District, so I'm close, and I'm usually supposed to say hello if I'm going to move."

Holding her own body, Tina said anxiously.

The flam also comes from irritation or the chest of the shirt is wrapped with index fingers and thumbs.

Obviously - for cover up, forces that ignore discipline are working.

But why is Saila broke and the knight transferred?

What's the point of that difference?

Because I'm a nun and a knight? No, breaking doors should be a common and greatest punishment for Originals.

If it's only for the purpose of kicking them out, the knights can also break the gate and call the church court.

I couldn't, there was a reason I had to be relocated - it's natural to think so.

"And one more thing. I hear you're witnessing a blonde girl wearing a monastic dress on the street along the West Side wall."

"Is that - where the example body was found?

Tina nods silently.

And I'm sure you won't get the answer, even if you understand so - she asks Flam, as she bets her last hope.

"That incident and the fact that Saila was broken... has something to do with it?

I'm not sure.

But, extrapolating from timing, circumstances, and past church work, Fram answered:

"Perhaps the church is involved"

Tina opening her red eyes.

At the same time I was stunned and somewhere in my mind I was convinced “I knew it”.

"To my mind, aren't the left-handed knights already dead? So we had to treat him like a transferee and cover up death."

"So what about Saila?

"Saila, we haven't found the body yet. Maybe he still keeps running away from something (...). So just in case you show up again, you've treated me like a broken door."

"That's it, what does the Pope want to hide?

"It's..."

If you ask, she won't be able to pull back either.

Flam chewed his lips and shook his neck sideways.

"... I'm sorry, I can't get involved. 'Cause you might get the same eye as Sarah."

"It doesn't matter anyway! That kid... sure he's not connected to blood, but he's our family!?

"Still - I don't think if Saila ever shows up before you because she doesn't want to involve you herself, even if she keeps running away"

"... even so... how much do we all think we love that girl...!

Tina seeps remorse into words.

But that's with Flam.

If they had enough power to solve the problem, Sarah might have relied on me.

But it didn't.

I deplore my helplessness.

"What am I supposed to do? Should I hit the Pope? And then that kid comes home?

"I don't think it's going to be that easy"

"Well, with as much power as we have, we can fight the Pope."

"No. That's not what I meant, the Church itself..."

"The church itself, what? That's enough. Even if you talk to me. I'm ready, as much as the Popes are hiding something... even from us, I know."

If you do poorly, you may have deeper doubts than you do in the outfield where you suspect the church.

At least not the Popes you can trust at will.

It is a common perception among decent (...) nuns and priests.

Fram decided to tell her what she knew before, with a sense of mind.

"... because you may not be in control of the" something ”that led to this incident"

"Something?

It's the fruit of human experiments.

"Human Experiment......! So, you're saying that Sarah got caught up in it, too?

"Probably. You've learned something about deliverables, not experiments themselves. And to cover it up, they're trying to erase it."

Or has it already been erased?

Tina holds her head and braces.

It seemed like such a shocking fact.

But no matter how much I knew Saila, trusting Flam's words I just met - somewhere in my mind, I guess I've always felt that way, Flam guessed.

"Perhaps Saila left the Church in the Central District this morning and headed to the Church in the West Side"

"As I was saying, it was the orphanage you had business with, wasn't it? But there's nothing in that place, I've been there myself, but the kids are just fine."

"Yeah, so it's probably not an orphanage where research is being done. Somewhere else, experiments with children were taking place."

From earlier conversations with ink, Flam predicts so.

But given that she was down on the West Side, the facility is probably not that far away.

"But Saila talked to two knights at a church in the West Side - and then, or along the way, someone - probably attacked her“ eyes ”creating that alien corpse"

"Eyes?"

"That's the kind of sighting I have. The victim was attacked by a massive amount of eyes and his body swelled to that appearance,"

"What do you mean? Your eyes, your eyes, they're the only ones coming at you?

"I guess that's what you mean"

"Such a strange thing in this king's capital… it's also the fruit of human experiments."

Tina swallowed the sauce.

I've never been reflected in the landscape I'm looking at, but that kind of thing may still be hiding somewhere.

"But how could he have been attacked? Ed and Johnny are just knights. You don't know anything about experiments."

"I don't know that far. But as a matter of fact, the knights were sacrificed in some way, and only Saila succeeded in escaping. And he kept running down a path he didn't care about."

Flam thinks by replacing Saila with herself.

When I was in conversation with a friend, I was suddenly attacked by a creepy eyeball.

My friend died sheltering herself.

I managed to escape, but the pursuit is still ongoing.

Keep running along an unpopular path, chased by eyeballs.

But along the way, she should realize that there is.

The unusual appearance, and the timing of the attack in the Church, if this is the very fruit of the research that the Church wants to hide, I wonder.

"After that escape, Saila went out on the street along the wall. Because I predicted that“ eyes ”shouldn't strike but themselves, and they wouldn't come out in front of a large crowd. The church wanted to hide itself, so we were attacked."

"But... the others got involved. So, you're saying you're out of control?

"Yeah, isn't the church in a hurry, too? Otherwise, neither the transfer of the two knights nor Saila's broken gate would have done it more cunning without such an impossible and abusive method. As usual (...)"

Silence flows between the two.

It's not like I was able to make sure that Saila was safe.

We still don't know who our eyes are, we can't stop the tyranny of the Church, and it's not like something has made progress.

"But there's been a little hope. Saila might be safe, right?

"As a possibility"

"It's enough to figure that out. I'll just tell someone I can trust and find her."

"Don't go too deep, because you don't know when you're going to be targeted."

"I'd rather be targeted. Maybe we can get to Sarah sooner."

Flam couldn't laugh at the joke.

In fact, at that scene, I saw a body that lost its shape as a person, there's no way it's funny.

"Thanks for telling me all about it."

"No...... welcome, thank you. I'll get back to you when I can make sure you're safe."

"Please, I'll call you when I find you, too."

When Fram told Tina where he lived, he waved and broke up.

I could get more information than I expected - but she looks up at the purple sky and sighs loudly.

"Saila, I hope you're okay..."

If that naive girl had swelled, multiplied, and looked ugly - I'd feel nauseous just imagining it.

As soon as possible, I found Saila, smashed the facility where the ink was, and... I don't know if that “eye” really stops.

Anyway, now, I just had to keep moving.

◇ ◇ ◇

On the road back from Central to West Side, Flam met a big man who came from the front.

... It's Dayne.

"Yo."

He puts a nigga and a disgusting grin on his face and speaks to Flam.

Behind them, about 20 men were following them in alignment, as if they were an army.

It's called being in church worship, it's called looking like unwilling dolls, I don't know what I'm thinking, it's creepy.

She was the one who tried to ignore and pass by,

"I was stuck, you're depressed that little kid's gone, aren't you?

To that word, I unwittingly stop my feet.

The men behind Dayne were all staring at Flam without expression.

I feel chilly.

"I think it might be the turn of the disgusting bandage woman next"

"Dayne, you haha!

To the obvious provocation, Flam roughs up his voice and presses to grab Dayne's chest.

But he laughed invincibly and said:

"Are you sure? We became church followers, didn't we? Pious, obedient, Original Sama dog."

"You threw away your pride without it, too?

"Ha ha, I'm not scared or anything that puppies stared at me! It's not bad, it's a church. That's the only thing that makes me feel more comfortable under the umbrella of overwhelming power. Well, there are some unfortunate parts."

That said, Dayne waves Flam's hand away and takes about two steps backwards.

"Client...... no, now it's something to my boss. Fram Apricot told me not to touch him from then on. Well, that's about all you have to drink, if you give it to us. Low Risk High Return."

"What are you talking about?

"Hehe, you'll see. Come on, you guys."

When he instructs, the men walk in an undisturbed motion.

It's like a machine without life.

Now I know exactly why Eela hates Dayne.

He said low risk high returns, but there's no way.

He himself is unaware of it because there are too many things he has lost, but the benefits he enjoys are enormous.

Perhaps the “Dayne Clan” is over.

Still - a vigeon that creates a new form of domination may be made in his head.

But there will still be no sign of Dayne Finearth, who has led the West Side with intense charisma.

Flam shows his fist-gripping tricks and puts his strength into his arms.

Behind the distant Daynes.

Perhaps they'll come after the people around them if they can't target Fram himself.

As declared, even the mill kit.

Isn't it better to set it up here for later?

Flam rolled the flame of hatred and tried to pull out the soul eater...... felt his gaze and looked to the right.

- My eyeballs are staring at this one.

Just one, but still, staring at the flam.

"Huh..."

Flam breathed.

Why.

Why does this guy show up before himself, who hasn't got the Church's information properly, who hasn't done any harm yet?

"No way, this is..."

That is undoubtedly the eyeball that created that alien corpse.

Totally lose hostility to Dayne, flam in fear.

She pulled out her sword and faced its “eyes”.

Then the guy rolled corny - bent the corner and disappeared.

It was a flam to chase in haste, but I can't see that already.

"What was it, now..."

I didn't chase him, I just showed up.

With a feeling of impenetrability, Fram is now on his way home.

◇ ◇ ◇

Milkit, who was waiting for Flam, saw her expression and greeted her with a smile "Welcome Back" without asking her anything.

The meal should be bright and fun to eat.

So Fram isn't going to say what was going on with Saila yet, and Eterna and ink, including Milkit, surround the dining table as usual.

But everyone was guessing.

Don't know the fact that he's missing, I guess there's some bad news.

And the meal was over, and the cleanup was calm - Fram told everyone that Saila had not returned to church.

When I heard that, it was the ink that was particularly hurting me.

Because of herself, she got caught up in the case, he said.

Words of comfort were uttered whenever possible, but still did not heal or wipe the wound.

After a while, she went upstairs and locked herself in the room she had been given, just across the street from the bedrooms of the Frams.

Eterna also has work to do, so when she returns to her room, the living room is separated.

Milkit even opens his mouth to speak out over and over again against the depressing flam - he can't find the words well and can't say them inside.

That I want to do something for someone, from myself.

I've never had one before, a principle of action.

Milkitt regretted his fuzziness, but Fram was getting too much power just because she tried to move.

"Thanks."

"... Huh?

"It's me, Milkit's saving me so much."

"Yes, no, I... nothing, I haven't been able to"

"Hmm, that's enough. Milkit will just stay here, and I can be strong. So..."

Fram got up from the chair, rode himself out, and held Milkit's hand.

"I don't need any special words, and I don't need to be depressed. Because if you just smile, I can still work on it."

"Yes, even if you say so… I want to respond to the magnitude of your husband's feelings toward me"

"Hehe, what's that, I'm so glad. Well, if Milkit thinks so himself, I won't stop, but if possible, don't forget how your husband feels about you laughing."

Saying so and hands away, Milkit shouted lonely, "Ah......"

Notice it or not, Flam tries to get out of the living room, holding her gently from her back at the end and stroking her head.

"Your husband..."

The remaining mill kit is crushed by one person - putting his hand on his cheek and grabbing the bandage lightly.

The cheeks visible from the gap were stained bright red.

◇ ◇ ◇

Concon, and knocking on the door of Eterna's room, I hear a whispering voice, "Go ahead -"

"I knew you'd come."

Seeing the flam that came into the room, she said as if she had figured it out from the beginning.

"Why were you expecting that?

"I've looked like I've had business since I was eating, so it's easy to understand"

I wonder if he looked like that, and Fram touching his face with both hands with petapetas.

Of course you still can't possibly tell.

"You can use the chair properly."

Flam took the chair he had placed in the corner of the room and carried it near the desk installed on the wall, forming next to Eterna.

She stops her hand, too, and turns to the flam.

On the desk are scattered a number of dry leaves and mysterious statues.

"What were you doing?

"It doesn't work for sickness or injury, but I was making something that made me feel better"

"That's a bad pill..."

If it does not work for illness or injury, I may not be able to keep an eye on the church.

But it is likely to be looked upon from somewhere else.

"Just a herbal tea blend"

"Oh, you know what... that, but it's a lot for Mr. Eterna to drink, isn't it?"

"I'm going to sell it, because I can't let you eat it for free forever"

I see, and Flam slapped his hand.

Apparently, she also thought it would be bad to sit around for free forever.

It's a little unexpected, though Eterna is going to be mad at me.

"So, what's the statue over there?

"This is..."

There is nothing serious about it, but Fram asked because he was so concerned.

Apparently it pictured a human upper body, a wooden statue - but when Eterna takes it, she gives it to her.

"Hmm... don't you look like me?

"The statue of the flam that Milkit was making"

"I knew it was me! And Milkit said... he did talk about clever hands."

"In the days of slavery, slaves are still slaves, but anyway, for a long time, they used to cut stones and trees around them for comfort and make all sorts of things. The gift."

"That's why you're in Mr. Eterna's room?

"I'd be ashamed if they found me, but I wouldn't be sneaky to throw it away," he said. I'll give it to you because I don't want it either. "

I have trouble getting my statue handed to me.

Flam resigned and returned it to Eterna's desk.

She has her lips pointed too, needless to say she has trouble handling them.

"Milkit is trying everything while he's gone to help Fram."

Do you mean the statue is one of them?

"That sort of thing. I love you so much."

"I don't think it's as much love... but I wonder if they like me,"

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"I'm not cursory!

Flam rides himself out and argues out loud.

Seeing that look, Eterna smiled slightly as she was relieved that she was getting back on track.

Flam exhales loudly and tightens his expression as he sits back in his chair.

"So again, here's the real deal."

Eterna was also kidding and listened to her words.

"Mr. Eterna, will you teach me magic"

- The lack of strength is painful.

I can't rely on Sarah, I can't save her, I'm disgusted with myself like that.

But because of the “flip," she doesn't get the status up.

No matter how hard you try, you will never be strong, unlike the others.

Still, there's something I can do.

Abilities not shown in status, knight swordsmanship (Cavaliers), magic skills, and knowledge can be honed on her as well.

Every day, if I had time, I'd train to refine the plana and practice grasping the magic in my body.

But I couldn't elevate it to the form of "magic."

"Since I am a water attribute, I am rarely taught to have a rare attribute. And I think I've said before that I'm simply not good at teaching people things..."

"Just a simple way to use it."

"Hmm... but Flam, you can handle plana, right? It should be harder that way to use it, and yet I can't solve the inability to use magic."

"I can grasp magic, but I can't release it outside in the form of magic."

"Try and gather the magic in your palm once."

"Okay."

When Fram narrowed his eyes, he captured, encircled and shaped the magic that filled his body - collecting it in the palm of his kneaded hand in front of Eterna.

As I was just saying, the act itself is easier than plana refining.

"Not bad quantity, quality, condition... but..."

Eterna shrugs and squeaks as she touches such a flam's hand.

"That kind of trait...... I see"

And I'm convinced by myself, I'm nodding.

"Something, do you understand?

When Flam heard terribly, she suddenly stood up and pointed to the chair she was sitting in.

"Touch this, magic as it is."

"Ha..."

Touch the chair, as I was told.

Eterna's temperature remains, subtly raw and warm.

"And then there's the image problem. How to flip it if you" flip it, "draw a clear vision and make it work on matter"

"Uh... imagine, should I pass magic on to the chair?

"Yes, that's exactly right"

As I was told, Flam imagines.

Inversion - vertical, horizontal, internal, or external.

Because it's the first time. I can't really grasp the sensation, but, perhaps, the biggest wear is inside and out.

Methods like breaking the chair itself have a large amount of energy to use.

When used for the first time, it acts on the vertical axis in simple motion.

Then the magical name came to mind, naturally.

"Flip it. (Riversal) Huh!

Then the chair spun around on the spot and stopped perfectly with the seat of the chair down.

As you can imagine, seeing it “flipped," Flam shrugs.

"... done"

The effect is too small for magic, but still, it doesn't make a difference that it was activated.

Something I've never been able to do - something I thought I wouldn't be able to use for the rest of my life - in this palm of my hand, I live in.

"It was so easy for me... to use magic..."

"How's the drain? Don't you ever feel like something just disappeared from your body?

"Yes, no, that's not at all!

To this extent, I can afford to be able to do it hundreds, no thousands of times.

"Then there's no problem, as long as we can secure magic, fuel consumption is probably an excellent attribute. However, I think the rest depends on what you flip."

Apparently, Fram's predictions were met.

For example, if I had dragged the inside of the chair out and used it in such a way as to destroy it, fatigue would have pushed me closer and closer.

Finally, I would have been in a bad mood for breaking Eterna's personal belongings.

"But why is it suddenly available?

"Simple story"

Eterna says as she takes Flam's hand, rubbing rather.

"Fram's magic is extremely narrow in scope. I can't use it without touching the subject. So you can't even try to attack ranges like any other attribute."

Come to think of it, when Fram trained in magic, he was aiming far away at imagining the magic he'd ever seen.

Because she herself is fighting with the Great Sword, because she was craving a ranged attack.

But in fact, it was a melee only attribute.

"I wanted to fight in a way that wouldn't hurt my body any more..."

Flam is a girl for once, I add in my heart.

I'm getting used to pain, but I still don't like things I don't like.

"I just have to give up, because that's what it is. The rest depends on how you use it. For example, if you have one object connected, you can consume more, but you can flip the whole thing."

"Well, for example, if you magic this floorboard,"

She crouches down and touches the wooden planks on the floor.

Eterna snorted.

"All that board flips"

I mean, using a long board doesn't mean you can't do anything about ranged attacks.

However, it is subtle when asked if it can be used in action.

"What about the ground?"

"That depends on the control and imagination of the flam. There's no way we can flip the ground itself. So if you can specify the right range and depth and consolidate it as a solid image - maybe you can flip it."

Exactly that far, I still can't imagine.

But the difference without magic is too great, even if only as far as it can be touched.

"That said, you shouldn't force yourself too much because you can use magic. I can help to some extent, too."

"Still, he said he didn't have enough power to protect it with my hands."

Because they're just monsters and scumbags whose common sense doesn't work.

"Fram can't do too much, he did the same on his journey"

"We have to work hard for less."

"The self-sacrificing way to fight is fine if you're alone, but you should refrain when you have company. Milkit is particularly saddened when Flam gets hurt"

"It's... I know"

I want Milkit to laugh, and Fram thinks from the bottom of his heart.

Shred herself to protect her smile, and then she grieved.

Bear the contradiction and still have to fight.

Enough to stay small - because the flam is neither strong nor clever.