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

Continue along the hallway leading to the end of the chapel with one door at a time.

I don't know if killing Dayne made you feel any better, or what your body says as much as it does in battle.

Walk with your hands against the wall and your feet tugged as you supported it.

Countless eyeballs are looming from behind - even after the battle, the crisis is still going on.

And the deepest part of the hallway, opening the last door.

Slightly wider than the rest of the room, there was the appearance of ink sitting on the floor.

"Yikes... n, k?

But Fram's voice stops on the way.

Next to the ink, an unrecognizable, 180cm tall woman stood.

No - is it really a woman?

The outfit is a piece, wearing a wide Tsuba hat and red hair extending just around the jaw.

It doesn't even look that way at first glance.

But muscular hands and feet, wide shoulders, and their faces, are the man himself.

"That voice, maybe Flam?

"Oh, that man, you lightly lost. I didn't think you'd be here so soon."

The voice was somewhat wild.

I'm still definitely a man.

"You're the flam. Hi, I'm Mother. These children, spiral children, mother of Spiral Childrens."

"Get away from the ink"

Flam pulls out his sword.

The only thing I knew about it was the ink itself.

I thought she was a woman.

"I wonder why I, the mother, have to leave. Besides, you're the one who blew the ink into something terrible, right?

"Of course you know I'm naming my mother, right? The power of ink."

"Yeah, because I'm the one who transplanted the core instead of the heart."

Mother answers instantly.

Though he names his mother, perhaps he is the leader of this research project.

I guess that means scientists belonging to the church.

"I mean, a second birth, a ritual for them to be my children, born through my mother's womb - so everyone, including Ink, is a true child of mine, and I'm everyone's mother."

A mother who talks perky until she hasn't heard it.

A fanatic - rather than being drunk about your settings (...), can't you help but appeal to others that you are a “mother” anyway?

"But... I am"

"Do you want a human? Why not? Sure you can, but you have great powers. The power to give birth to children and become mothers. Here."

He points behind the flam.

An open door, beyond which countless white spheres hissed.

But he doesn't come into the room.

Is it because ink, the Lord, is here?

"Ink's cute kids are watching this one."

"A child..."

"What You Lost"

Gothic palms are covered in ink eyelids.

"And what you wanted. The desire“ multiplied ”with Origin-like power and was spit out of the body. And with Origin's power, he protected us according to the will of the gentle Ink."

"No, I'm not!

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, splendid. Fine, Ink. I'm glad my beloved child turned out to be such a fine old lady. Wow."

That said, Mother hugs her.

A different kind of sight from the Origin's power I've seen.

I feel chilly, nauseous.

To Flam, I didn't think there existed the kind of love Mother said there was.

"Sorry to meet you for the first time, but who says mother there or something"

"What?"

"I guess you can't be a mother"

"Why? How can you say that if you don't know anything?

"Because I haven't seen the kids. I push all my conveniences and try to distort them to the shape I want. No body, no mind, no one wants that!

"It's not you or me who decides that. Hey, Ink. You're feeling my love, aren't you?

He snuggled his body further into the ink.

More cheeky and rough breath.

The ink - I guess I'm used to it from time to time, I didn't have a particularly unpleasant look on my face, but I didn't even seem happy.

And besides, open your mouth modestly.

"I... don't like it. Humans are fine. I don't want to be a monster that hurts someone!

"... yes"

From the look on Mother's face, the smile disappears all the time.

Becoming faceless, he stood up and stood in front of the ink, grabbing his chest, waving his hand - batin, flat-handed.

released by a man's arm force. Take it, the ink is slammed to the floor.

"Then I don't want it, you. It's just rubbish, get rid of it or whatever. I raised you with love, even if it didn't help, ungrateful child."

"Ink!"

Flam rushed over to her, hugging her,

"Flam......"

With a powerless grin, he hears a voice calling his little self and lowers his chest with relief.

And immediately, he glanced at his big back moving to the corner of the room.

"Mother!"

To his angry pregnant voice, he stopped and looked back.

"I'm scared. Hey. I knew I could only raise my own kids."

At the same time as that word, behind him - four children appear.

Were you magically hiding, or are you telling me you've been warping?

On the left side of the mother is a perky green-haired, pointlessly full smile boy and a grumpy, so-so, blonde-haired boy carving rhythm with his toes.

On the right is a busty, blue-haired boy stroking his red and swollen cheeks with his face (only) and a plush girl in the shape of a person, shaking her long white hair and hiding her eyes with her forehead.

"Oh, Nect, what's wrong with that wound?"

"I missed the paperwork. That son of a bitch, now I'll definitely kill you......!

That was Nekt, the boy who was supposed to be fighting Gadio.

It was a battle so fierce that it sounded all over the city, but apparently it has been successfully repelled and defeated.

"Right, Fram, I'll introduce you too. These are my precious children, Spiral Childrens."

Mother opened her hands wide and said proudly.

They are all about the same age as the ink or a little below.

Now it's time to look like a normal child, but when you use your powers, like ink, your face must turn into that disgusting swirl of meat.

"The green-haired kid on the left is Fuwis, and the blonde next to him is Luke. The blue kid is Nekt, and the girl at the right end is Mute. I don't know, they're all cute kids, right?

Flam salivated.

If here, if they try to kill themselves, they will surely lose.

There is no escape, and it should be erased without leaving any dust on this occasion.

Fortunately, so far, we haven't been hostile.

"Oh, you don't have to be so vigilant. There seems to be a split opinion amongst the Origins as to whether to kill you or use you or not yet. So until then, being neutral, we won't kill you."

"Origin's... between?

Flam is surprised to say that there are more than one.

"Heh heh, I'll see you soon."

"Hey, let's go, Mother."

"Howis is right, how long have you been using your time for this garbage? And ink. You should have thrown it away."

"Give the kids an equal chance. That's my education policy, Luke."

Bad-mouthed Luke lost sight of Mother's flattering words again.

"Mother, pee"

"Oh Mute, that's tough. We have to hurry. Nekt, can I ask you a favor?

"Yeah, okay, Mother."

Nect kneels in front of the open palm.

To the flam, some force seemed to be swirling over it.

"Yes, at the end of the day about processing it (...)"

Shortly before the “connection” is activated, Mother speaks to the flam as she recalls.

"Honestly, those eyeballs are so disturbing, it would help if you could break them with your power. You shouldn't think I'm going to help, because I can't do it anyway, and... even if I survive, I'm blind, and I'm weak, and I don't have any particular strengths, I just leave garbage."

Flam rattled his teeth at Giri......

I can't save you.

Everywhere, selfish, irrational...

"That's the human word that names your mother!?

"Red others now, so garbage. That's what I'm saying. See you (...), Fram."

When Nect said "connection," the mothers disappeared in an instant.

"Wait!

The voice never reached and sounded vain indoors.

"Knock..."

Flam holding his fist in remorse.

When I hear her sound like that, the ink gives me an anxious look.

"... I'm sorry, Flam"

"Why would ink apologize? The bad news is, it's me. You said terrible things to the ink."

"But... it was true, wasn't it? I, at night, become a monster, spit out a lot of things I don't really know... just alive, bothering me."

"Oh no...!

I wanted to say "none”.

But if we keep her alive, the casualties will only increase.

The flams, too, will continue to be chased by that one until they die, and they won't even be able to sleep properly unless they are near the ink.

I can handle it if I don't sleep for a few days.

But from now on, for the rest of my life - it's the same thing they tell me to die no more.

"Fine, from"

"Ink?"

"That's enough. And finally, Fram and I were just able to talk like this, and I think I'm a happy person."

"Wait, don't give up on your own!

"So sorry!? As long as I'm alive, we're all gonna get hurt, aren't we? That's it, I don't want to live. As a human being, if you can't be happy normally, you'd rather die here than live unhappily ever after..."

No, wrong, I'll do something about it.

Truth is, that's what I wanted you to say.

But Fram knows his powerlessness.

I have come to understand what I can and cannot do, that it exists.

The “give up” option - sometimes, it's the right thing to do.

Ink wakes up his body and gets out of Flam's arms.

And as he sat down beside him on the floor, he laughed at the flam and spread his hands.

"... yes, go ahead"

To sweeten, Ink pleaded for death.

Flam trembles his lips, eats away his teeth, leaks a whimper, and finally weeps.

Nothing, can't you?

Without destroying the core, the situation cannot be opened.

But if you destroy it, she dies.

There's a solution in another way - even if there were, could Flam make it happen by himself?

Her hand tags are soul-eating, frozen, inverted, plana.

Combining that like a puzzle doesn't bring up any help to save ink.

"Besides, if it's Fram who kills me, that's pretty happy, too, right? Because, look, somehow... as a human being, I feel like I'm going to die"

she said in a bright voice.

The word must be more about accepting your death than about convincing Flam.

I don't want to kill you.

But I choose nothing, and that's irresponsible.

Leaving Dayne with the thought of dying, I reached the ink.

That should have been to choose between letting him live or killing him.

I already got the answer.

She wants it too.

Then if you say there's nothing more you can do - you just have to kill him.

"Uhhhh, ha... ahhh..."

Shaking his shoulders and squeaking his face with tears, Flam slowly rose.

Flirting and shaking as a ghost, with seeping vision, face the smile of the ink.

How painful it is to make a smile.

The muscles on your cheeks draw, and when you close your eyes hard, you will be flooded with large tears again.

Even in that state, Flam moves forward to fulfill his responsibilities.

Lift - step out - with force to the point of excess on your right foot that you still try to refuse.

As the floating soles touched the floor again, the mind and body grew heavier.

"Ha-ha-ha...!

Strengthen your abs, exhale, and then move your left leg.

The soul-eating blade squeaks with rubbing on the floor.

Cold sweat was gushing out of his whole body and his shirt was soaking wet.

"Ahhh... ahh...!

It arrives already.

When I hold the pattern with both hands, I lift it to the chest of the ink, shaking my cutting tip.

Her skin felt the cold temperature of the metal and she shook her body tingly.

"Yes, that's fine. Oh, but let it end in a flash. I hate it when it hurts..."

That's the best you can do.

I know, you don't have to think about it, nobody wants to die.

If I can, I want to be happy as a person.

Ink should still think so.

I can't believe a world where just a 10-year-old girl wants to live and that doesn't come true - something like that.

"... Flam?

"Ha... hu... ha... ha, hu..."

"No, Flam. If you stop there. You're scaring me. Do it all at once, Gusa!

Even the ink sounds bright, trembling.

If you open your eyes, you'll see tears beneath it.

"... hey, ink... the truth is, you're patient, aren't you?

"I didn't."

"It's up to me to be! 'Cause otherwise, it's crazy! Don't lie to me. Tell me what you really think."

"Tell me that, makes sense? If I tell you the truth here, does it really mean anything other than me and Flam getting hard?

Nothing like that.

If strength is the self-satisfaction of ink, then it is the self-satisfaction of Fram that seeks authenticity.

"Even without it, I want to hear"

With the lie left lying, I don't want you to die.

I want you to at least be honest with yourself before you die, - cruelly, but gently.

"I... me too, the truth is...!

Flam told me that, and I'm not an adult enough to still hide through it.

The vanity swells.

Once it's broken, we can't build a second wall.

drool.

Wishes, hopes, desires and - selfishly, spit everything out year after year.

"That's decided I want to live! 'Cause I... I'm only, like, 10 years old, right? I've only lived 10 years, right? And yet I'm done. It's weird. Ooh!

"Yes, you are."

"Why should I die? Why did you become a monster? How could I not live normally!? I didn't need the power of Origin! Me, normally - if I could have lived like a human, that would have been all I wanted...!

"Yeah, yeah"

"But I said this... and I know there's nothing I can do. So I didn't tell you... I just had to die, so I was going to end up swallowing it...!

"... yeah"

"Flam's terrible."

"Sorry."

I am conscious.

So keep your head down honestly.

That's what was so instant, the ink blows out gently "heh heh".

And it's not a crop, I said with a real grin.

"But... thanks. Hey, I think it's easier."

Only the untrained portion you spit out lightens your soul.

For that matter, Fram carries more things - but what she wanted was no other herself.

"Well, do it while it's easy, Flam"

As they say, Flam can put his strength into the palm of his hand.

"Okay."

Just a few more moments, stick your sword forward, and instill magic - it's over.

From now on, no matter how hard it is, today, keep bearing the lives you have taken forever.

Carve it into your heart to see if it will ever happen again.

Using that as food, and the future ahead, Fram will continue to fight the Church.

I have no choice.

By the time Fram met, the ink was already not human.

He was a spiral child who was replaced with an origin-core heart and handled extrahuman forces.

So unless you even go back in time, Flam can't save her.

A story that's already over.

The truth is, even this guilt is unnecessary.

Ink is right, we have to kill him fast, open him up from hell alive as soon as possible, and move on.

"... soot, m"

Previous. Previous. Previous.

- Before, which one?

Where is the assurance that the direction you are about to take is forward.

It may well be the right way to kill her with Origin's power and keep fighting it in the chest.

But is that the “before” that Flam wants?

"No."

Turn it down, no.

I met him.

Even if it was just a few days of life, Flam hopes to save the ink, regardless of time, as it was when Milkit did.

That would be “before”.

Whether it's common sense or ethics, the orientation I wanted to move on to should be the one before me.

"This is different"

I can't believe that's the end of killing someone you want to protect.

Fall back.

Fall.

It also equals the death of Fram Apricot.

Is that what happens?

Is there something there?

Oh, my God!

"Wrong, absolutely. I 'm-"

From the palm of Flam, the sword falls zero.

"I won't kill the ink! I won't give up until the last moment! Otherwise, you can't be a hero for anyone!

"Flam...... that's enough"

"I can't believe it! You want to live!? You want to do something!? Then it wouldn't be weird if it didn't come true!

"But what do we do?!? Don't tell me how to make it happen, or how to do it. Don't tell me the right thing!

Two voices burst into the room.

"The way... if the way...!

What it takes to save her.

destruction of the core, obtaining objects to replace it, and transplanting.

1st is fine, rather there is nothing else Flam can do.

The problem is second and third.

Think one at a time first.

Core substitutes.

No - the core is placed on her instead of the heart in the first place, it should be called a replacement for the heart to be exact.

"Of the heart, instead... instead?

Is there such a thing as the need to be…?

In itself, wouldn't it be nice?

That is, a living heart.

Move, I don't care if you die, someone's...

"Dayne's, heart......"

Transplant it into ink.

I'll tell you myself, it's going to make me laugh if it's something I can do that's ridiculous.

Even if that were possible, how would you maintain the life of the ink while destroying the core and finishing the transplant?

Plus we need a "power of life" that keeps her alive because it's a temporary thing, separate from the heart.

Something convenient like that - even as I laughed with my nose again.

But I had an idea.

"Because I can't... that's enough!

Ink to silent flam, sayin 'off with anger mix.

At that time - from the entrance, gooooooooo! and a strong wind blew.

The eyeballs that were flooded the hallway all flew off with that blow, paving the way for them to pass.

And the only thing that made me look like...

"Flam, are you all right!

"Rendezvous safely, I'm glad you're alive"

"Your husband. Ah!

He was important to Gadio, to Eterna, and more than anyone else.

Milkit rushes over to her when she sees the Lord, hugging her.

Flam also held back quickly, and the two held each other hard.

"Good... good... I seriously wonder if I'll see you again... eh"

"Milkit...... oh, I missed you too. I'm really, really glad you're okay......!

The muddy, sweet smell I feel on my body.

The two were happy to see each other's feelings and to live and reunite from the bottom of their hearts.

But such joy is in the meantime.

We haven't solved any ink problems yet when we got back together.

"She's one of the spiral kids - Ink Leasecraft."

"Safe is above all. But to look at the situation, there doesn't seem to be a happy situation."

Two faces wet with tears, on a great sword that fell right next to her.

At the moment she saw it, Eterna looked at the general situation.

But since there are people who don't know anything, the ink will be explained again.

"Actually... those eyeballs that were hunting everyone down were made by me"

"What, Mr. Ink, did you make it?

Away from the flam, Milkit listens back.

Ink nodded and continued the conversation.

"Origin's power comes out on the table when she loses consciousness and turns me into a monster. I can't control anything myself. So to finish it all off, I was trying to get Flam to kill me."

"I see, I stopped killing him on the brink. That's what happens, Flam."

Flam objected to Eterna, who said it was a little frightening.

"'Cause there might still be a way to save it!

"In the first place, I don't really know what her flesh is like"

It was Gadio who answered her question.

"Immediately after her birth, she is undergoing a process whereby her heart and origin-core are replaced by church treatments"

"Thanks for the commentary. I mean, if you destroy the core, the ink dies. I see. Sure, I can't help you unless there's something else."

"So I..."

No, I don't mind being laughed at, Flam tells everyone what he thought earlier.

"From Dayne's body in the chapel, I wondered if I could graft my heart into ink."

"Flam, you can't do that..."

"I know! But I won't ask."

Flam that becomes emotional.

But blocking her words, Eterna said.

"I can"

In an instant, the place quiets down.

Flam, of course, thought it was a joke.

Because I had never heard of it, such as replacing an organ with another body.

"It's a heart transplant, right? I can do it if I want."

Is that why she repeats it twice.

When I hear the second word, I no longer feel like doubting it.

I guess it's true, you can, you can - you can.

"I've heard it was done before organ transplantation or restorative magic technology developed..."

"Because I like lost technology, how medicines are made, that sort of thing. However, it is very delicate and requires advanced magical control"

I mean, there's only one wizard who can do that - her.

"That's Eterna's specialty."

"That sort of thing"

That's what I said, Eterna, who makes a small piece sign on hand.

What I thought I could never do also makes it possible... that's the hero, Flam again deplores.

"By the way, Dayne's body is about that disgusting chunk of meat you just saw? Sure, it was still working."

"Oh, yeah! Use that one!

"Miracles with matching blood types, miracles with no rejection, and more - to be honest, I don't succeed unless I pray for a number of miracles, but I hope so. And what are we gonna do about sustaining life after we destroy the core?

"That's... uh, that might be called ridiculous too..."

But if it means a heart transplant...

"Mr. Gadio, a plana is, like, physical strength, or the life energy of a person, right?

"You can see it that way, too."

"So you can't use a plana to prolong human lives that are supposed to die?

If Prana can sustain the life of the ink after destroying the core, for a few hours - no, even a few dozen minutes.

Gadio thought a little and replied.

"It will be difficult to handle, but there are also moves to heal wounds and remove poison. There's nothing you can't use like that."

The possibilities were born.

All you have to do is figure out how to grab it, that's all.

As the flam approached the ink, he crouched in and inquired at the same height of sight.

"Maybe we can get the ink back to the humans"

"Really, can you do that?

"Possibility, not zero. If I fail, I may not be able to take it back..."

Of course, he could die.

But there's a chance there to seize a life of happiness as a normal person that I've never thought possible before.

You don't have to give up, you have room to choose.

If it fails, it is not given unilaterally, but the result of one's choice.

The difference is, how much do you save her?

"If it's any chance at all, I'd like to bet"

There was no straying in the ink.

◇ ◇ ◇

From then on, it was a battle against time.

Eterna immediately returns to the chapel, wrapping Dayne's flesh in water and transporting it to her room.

Milkit, who watched it in the corner, held his mouth down with his hands to much grotesque.

But Flam and Gadio are not the place to be.

"I'll suit you, do it whenever you want."

"Ha!"

A flam that grips the dagger retrieved from Dayne and tips over the chest of the ink, not the Great Sword.

"Ouch, but be patient"

"... yeah, good luck"

Flam closed his eyes, took a big, deep breath, and gathered magic from inside his body.

Imagine.

The magic gathered in the middle of the body becomes a sphere and floats.

It pours into both hands, through the palms to the dagger pattern, and into the blade.

Original core to aim for.

The force of the inversion is poured inside and destroyed at the same time as the blade comes into contact.

A series of streams is burned behind the lid.

All you have to do is follow that procedure and you move - the force cages in your arms and the blade sinks into the body of the ink.

"Gu......"

"Reversal!

Paki!

When magic flows in, the contents of the core begin to rotate backwards, creating negative energy.

Then the crystal itself became intolerable to unexpected energy and smashed into two pieces in the body.

Ink felt his power losing from his body.

And at the same time, the eyeballs that surrounded the church greyed and collapsed to wither.

You'll never see that nasty sight again.

"Huh!

Just there, Gadio puts his hand on the body of the ink and pours the plana with his bare hands.

Dokung!

A huge chunk of "life” poured out of the palm of your hand.

The body of ink, which had lost its core and was starting to get cold, was now hot enough to cook.

"Ah... ah..."

Ink glares at his body and shivers in a gutter.

"Good luck, Ink"

There was a slight grin in his mouth as he heard Fram's backup.

Then finally, Eterna approaches and begins the transplant.

"It hurts more from here, eat your teeth off"

Saying so, as she clasped her hands to the side, a blade of water of all sizes and sizes rose around her body.

When one of them is quickly close to the body of the ink, she puts a female (...) in her skin.

From there, the move ahead was - too quick and delicate, and incomprehensible to the flam I was watching nearby.

Dozens of water blades, and a few water tentacles that later emerged, fly like dancing, incising the body of the ink.

When the broken core was first removed from the body, blood bled out.

Block the wound immediately with a mass of water.

Keeping the body clean and reducing the amount of bleeding - Eterna used magic to do what should have been done by more than one person.

Ink is shaking his throat in small slices like gasping for too much pain.

In fact, Gadio's hands have also dulled the pain, which is exceptionally reduced, but still unbearably normal.

Supporting her is the hope that, once this is over, she will be able to return to being human.

Milkit, who watched in the distance, was moving right next to her at some point, holding hands and wishing her well.

Flam similarly holds his hand and watches the treatment with a serious look, without distracting himself from the open body.

"Phew..."

Eterna occasionally wiped her sweaty forehead with her wrist.

Even with her, it would mean a difficult task.

But surgery progresses much faster than it did at the hands of people.

In the meantime, Dayne's heart is severed from her flesh and sinks into the body of the ink.

And sutured with a thread generated by water magic to make sure it worked correctly.

Finally, when the wound was also blocked - the procedure was completed.

"... I did what I could"

Eterna sits up to her butt on the spot for the willingness to assault her whole body.

Was ink the limit of his strength or he was unconscious with a painful look on his face?

Under the chest that goes up and down, the heart, which is not my own, is carving a heartbeat.

"Thank you..."

"I hope so."

Gadio said, looking out at the ash-filled hallway.

"The rest depends on the postoperative course"

There is no expression on her face, but Eterna also wishes her all the best in ink.

"Thank you, I couldn't do anything alone"

Deep down, Flam said, bowing his head to the two of them.

"That's the same thing I do"

"I wouldn't have been able to do it alone."

"I... may not have had to be there"

Humble mill kit.

Eterna laughed and said something to her.

"Flam won't be motivated without Milkit. So necessary."

"It's like you weren't motivated by me!

Flam was so quick to say.

"Sure, you have a completely different look before and after she comes"

"Until Mr. Gadio......"

To the fuzzy flam, Eterna and Gadio can flaunt their expressions.

Milkit, on the other hand, seemed to lighten up a little.

And as she approaches the flam, she sits next to her and secretly and lightly overlaps her hands to be invisible from the others.

"Milkit?

Staring into his eyes up close, Fram asks.

Then she snapped with a small voice that could only be heard by the two of them.

"I don't think I can do this without your husband."

I was just a little away and it was so hard that I was going crazy.

I was always anxious and my chest tightened so tight that I couldn't breathe so painful.

So no more - don't let it leave you.

With that wish, they touched their hands from her side.

Flam's face blushes.

She wasn't the only one who was experiencing the pain of loss.

We suffer from each other, and that's why I feel like I can think of them stronger than ever before.

Flam grabbed his hand, which was only superimposed.

"Ah..."

"I hope they saw something else, right?

When Flam said in a wink, Milkit replied with a whisper "yes".

To tell the truth, Eterna and Gadio had noticed.

There is no way that an amateur can deceive a hero's eyes.

"I hope you wake up soon."

"Yes, because Mr. Ink still has a lot of dishes to eat"

That said, the two of us stare at the face of the ink.

Everyone on the spot doesn't even think about her not waking up.

Everyone was convinced of success.

The sky illuminated with the sunrise changes color from black to purple over the horizon and to orange.

The morning sun plugs into the king's capital and pays for the darkness.

The long night was over.

And no one is missing, and a new morning begins -