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

Ignorance is foolishness.

The majority of this world is filled with things you better not know.

I'm sure this is something like that.

Even if he was a clown dancing on stage and being laughed at by people, he wouldn't be hurt if he didn't know the truth.

"What's up, Tia"

Gadio, waking his body up on the bed, asked Tia standing by the window that way.

She looks like she just wrapped one thin sheet around her, and her body line emerges over a perfectly sticky cloth.

Gadio, on the other hand, is naked.

Needless to say, the hidden lower body - it's just a wild thing to ask, like what happened last night.

"Yeah, nothing"

That's what Tia replied, but she doesn't move from the front of the window.

At the end of her gaze, the church was reflected.

Gadio was in love with his own wife like a goddess illuminated by the morning sun.

I was dreaming.

Until just before Tia died, I thought I should be able to have a baby one day and have a warm family myself.

In other words, what is now in front of Gadio is the dream he took away.

Naturally, I get greedy, and Tia wants it, too, and the two of them are connected.

The reaction when touched, the feeling of the skin, the temperature, the voice, the loveliness are nothing different from what they were at the time.

No - the amount of time lost may be long, rather elevated.

It was definitely Tia who hugged her with both arms.

It was undoubtedly Tia Lascat.

There is no doubt, no discomfort, nothing at all different from her then - then Gadio wonders why she sees it and becomes sexually anxious.

"Tia, come here."

"What, Gar-kun, you want to be sweet?

Tia, who turned around, was laughing.

Then shake the sheets closer and sit on the edge of the bed.

Her thin fingertips were placed on Gadio's cheeks, and her lips, as well as her cheeks and neck muscles, repeatedly kissed her just to touch.

Ignorance is happiness.

Wisdom and freedom do not go hand in hand, which is bound with knowledge.

That's why Gadio wishes.

Tia's kiss stopped on the lid, and she looked out the window.

"Tia?"

"Hmm... what's up, Gar-kun"

Reply with a voice that stays the same.

But "what's wrong” is this dialogue.

Special, I didn't even hear a sound.

It's not like anybody passed outside, and there's no sign of it.

Then what is she looking outside in response to?

"Hey, Tia."

Even if I speak to you again,

"What? What's wrong?

Tia keeps looking out in response to the same.

Gadio's right eyelid shivered tingly like cramps.

Driven by anxiety, he forcefully holds Tia and turns around.

She said "Yikes!?" He raised his voice and looked at Gadio with a surprised look.

"Gar-kun, are you crazy now? Did you even have a scary dream?

- It's Tia who's weird.

I really wanted to say that, but the words stopped at my throat and didn't come out well.

Speaking of which, isn't it all over?

I wonder if the anxiety that was scattered as a sparse point would be connected by the line.

Gadio wishes strongly in his heart.

For God's sake, at least just a little bit more, don't answer each other.

Let me dream about spending time with Tia -.

◇ ◇ ◇

Flam pulled out his sword against something that was approaching Luco.

But the hand is trembling.

He was a human being and a one-year-old baby.

Flam hasn't abandoned his humanity enough to be slashed without question.

Fortunately, the speed of travel is very slow, easy to escape.

"Your husband, behind you."

Reacting to Milkit's voice, Flam looks back.

There stood three men and women in white clothes.

It's upright immovable, and I'm not showing any bare hands trying to attack this one specially, but it's obviously blocking the escape route.

That gaze was focused on the flam and I felt the same disgust as the one I was exposed to yesterday.

Slash the three of them, or kill Luco, who turned them into aliens.

Her flesh is now even more distorted in its progressive form, and its appearance, stretched out and crushed into a circular shape, is so suspicious that it was no longer even human in origin.

However, a slight shadow remains on the tingly cramped fingers, the mouth that drools of covetousness and, above all, the eyeball that stares slightly at the flam.

That's what blunts her decision.

- Don't get lost, there's only got to be one thing to protect here right now.

Flam tells himself that.

Milkit's trembling hand is grabbing his own clothes.

You have a temperature, you have a breath, you have a voice - no matter what the enemy is, is there a life that should take precedence over her, etc.

"Ha... ahhhhhh!

Dochu!

A sword waved down breaks Luco in two.

Blood splashes and red and yellow loose semi-solid matter flows from inside.

But her flesh still doesn't stop the pulse.

It twists as if it were squeezing even with a cloth, blowing out the blood of a bushel.

"Ugh..."

The look, the smell, and the unpleasant feeling that remained in the palm of his hand flammed his face.

But at the same time, it makes me feel a little more comfortable.

Going so far already, I was perfectly certain that it was different from human beings.

A chunk of human flesh, produced from human-like organisms - that's what exists in this village, the identities of the babies.

After a moment, Milkit's predictions are probably beautifully met.

In the flesh without which the soul dwells, it is not possible to lay down a new life in which the soul dwells.

So we just have to mimic.

And as we approach the flam, when Origin's will grows stronger... the shape of a person breaks down and becomes a monster.

She didn't even know why Origin would stick to the flam that much.

After a moment, did Gene's unselfish behavior drive his plans crazy?

I'm craving a flam to track it down.

disgusting stalker. I have no in-laws to go along with the smudged obsession,

"Let's go, Milkit"

Fram shook Milkit's hand and ran out.

Pass next to Luco and move on, but this one is in the opposite direction to the exit.

"Where are you going?

"It's blocked over there, and I'm gonna go see Mr. Dafiz for now"

"Is it okay..."

"I don't know, but you don't think that guy was fooling us. Maybe Mr. Dafiz didn't even know about it."

Flam and mill kit running down the hallway.

Then the door that was directly beside him suddenly opened and a man appeared from inside.

The man reached for the flam passing in front of him and his palm touched his arms only for a moment.

Gogga!

A dull sound and a heavy impact strikes the flam.

"but ah...... ugh!

My arm is bent in an unexpected direction, as if I had a second joint.

The brachial bone broke completely, turned outward, and cold sweat blew out of the entire body of the flam in too much intense pain.

Out of balance, still won't stop my legs.

"Sir, are you okay!?

"Ko, what is this, Ra... let it go, it heals!

In fact, bonding of bones by regenerative capacity had already begun.

The speed only dropped for the minute I couldn't shake my arm, but for the time it hit me, the man wouldn't come after this one.

He stares at Flam's back with an eye that doesn't hold any emotions.

I'm taking Milkit. I'm supposed to be able to catch up now, but I don't know why I don't track him down - there's one possibility I can think of.

Because there is no need (...) for it (...).

Turning the corner, about five men and women stand in front.

"Master, those people. Ha!

Being within the laboratory probably means being an associate of revived researchers.

They live together in a living space in the facility.

If my own partner leaves the room in reaction to Fram's proximity without even telling me why...

"Hey, what's going on, suddenly out there?"

One crack left in the room, of course, would follow strangely.

A living man's hand coming out of the room touches the resurrected woman's shoulder.

"Ah...... ah? Oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my God... oh, my God!

The stretched right hand twists and the force spreads further all over your body.

Destroyed to squeeze out all the blood, the man held his breath before understanding the situation.

Maybe I'm happy in a way.

Because he passed away without realizing that he had been killed by the imagination.

With that sight in sight, hesitation disappears from the flam.

Whether your body belongs to a human or someone wanted a replica, this is still wrong.

"Milkit, follow me from behind a little bit"

"Ha, ha."

Flam's voice goes low and sharp.

Her mindset shifted completely to a state of coming into battle with the enemy.

When the two hands leave, Flam runs through the hallway in a low position and jumps at the woman who just killed her lover earlier.

The black blade was pulled out as it shifted from the subspace, and both hands stretched out toward the flam were torn through the chest.

Kachiri - the hard feeling I feel at hand.

moments of contact with an abominable crystal, embedded where the heart should otherwise be,

"Riversalu!"

Flam poured magic from his palm into his sword, reversing the whirling spiral inside (...).

Unable to withstand the negative energy generated, cracks enter and crumble into the crystals of Pakiri and Black Translucent.

The body of a woman who loses the roots of her life and falls.

Without looking at it, Flam defines the following targets:

Two impending men.

A total of four arms, stretched out to cover, are gently swung and blown away.

The wound - it won't block.

It doesn't get screwed linearly like an ogre or a luco, it drips blood like a normal human being.

Maybe this is what Dafiz was talking about control and the fruits of doing it.

At least, his face, like childrens, never becomes a vortex of meat like a large intestine stuffed in a pot.

- So he's not lying, at least he is.

I can resuscitate Susie, I believe so, and I've been studying it for a while.

Above all, the evil is the origins who tried to use that thought as a stepping stone to fulfill their purpose...

"Ha-ha-ha!

The flam uses recoil for one spin.

More momentum, pouring in even the plana, releasing a second blow to the men who will not stop their legs if they lose their arms.

The orbit of that sword depicting the semicircle slashed their abdomen deeply.

Blood flowing out of open wounds and overflowing digestive tract.

But he didn't even show a painful bare gesture, just a little melancholy.

Stop taking care of humanity anymore, and hit the flam only to exasperate Origin's will.

Pah!

- A moment late, the men's upper body blew up.

Instead of the outside, burst the plana poured into the inside of the enemy - a chi sword explosion (plana burst).

Flam doesn't know the official name.

In one of the moves I naturally acquired in my daily workouts - it was the most lethal blow, if only decided.

Mixed with the splashing contents (...), the origin-core fell to the floor in goth.

As Fram approached it, he gave a sad look when he saw some of the scattered bodies.

And shake your head.

I don't have time to be sentimental.

When he hit the tip of his sword and activated the inverted magic, the core was destroyed.

Suddenly a mill kit clings to her back like that.

"Milkit, stay away from me because it's dangerous."

"It's coming from behind."

From behind her, the people who lost their expressions walk over.

They're well-behaved people who don't run, so they won't be cornered anytime soon - but they're trying to crush them both with a number of violence.

There are even more dead ahead if you notice them too.

Do the screams heard from afar belong to the researchers who were killed just like the men earlier?

"You name God, don't you know what additions and subtractions are, Origin, come on!

If you cheat, cheat.

If you want to kill me, do it grandiose.

It was precisely that, using all the immediate, mind-blowing, palliative methods that hurt people with half-way acts that didn't follow either way - to an extent low, Fram was disgusted with it all.

Or maybe the body is somewhere else and the force can't handle it like I think it's going to try to interfere in the distance.

That's why it's so unpleasant to try to rely on cowardly hands.

Flam glanced forward with a kicking, resolute look.

Then lower the tip of the sword back, and then shove it aside on the spot.

The released plana rested on the spot.

Next, swing it down quickly and vertically, and the blade of chi draws a cross.

Then, using its cross system as a bone, the invisible force spread thinly, straining the membrane and floating forward of the flam in a shield-like fashion.

Now, even in this state, it can be used for the purpose of preventing attacks from the target, but what is needed is the technique of sweeping away puppets swarming forward.

Upon confirmation that the living person is not on the ray, Flam hits the tip of the soul-eating grip with both hands at the intersection of the bones.

And - "Phew" and exhale, while pouring in additional planas.

That's propulsion (...).

Zuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The “wall” of the plana fills the corridor without escape, advancing with floors and walls - and even crushing the flesh of the touched dead.

The obstacle to standing in the way of the flam was turned into an exhausting hiccup and erased, while increasing the killing power by involving debris.

And at the end of the day, it hits the wall of the penetration, making a big hole and stopping.

"That number, in no time..."

This is a small place that I could sweep away.

If it were a square, the opponent would be attacked from all directions, it wouldn't have been this easy.

Millkit was mainly in love with growing up and becoming much stronger than when we met.

Flam immediately pulls her hand like that and runs out again.

◇ ◇ ◇

Even then, Flam proceeded as he destroyed the stuck dead and arrived at Dafiz's lab.

That's a different place from the living room where I live with Suzie and Luco.

Store your soul eater, hurry and slide your body through the gap in the door, Gachan! and close full force.

And when I close the key, I can rest assured...

"Khaaaa!

Hear Milkit's voice and soon return to nervousness again.

"Da, Mr. Dafiz... it..."

What she saw was the body of a man lying on the ground.

My hands and legs have broken in several places, pointing in an unlikely direction.

There are also signs of spiral force on the torso...... to see the chest dirty with blood from the mouth, my gut must have been destroyed and I died.

"... he's Gone Forgan. He's been a friend of mine since I was a student. And he's also a member of the team at its inception. In the meantime, he himself lost his wife to illness in the middle of research. I was an excellent person from the beginning, but since then, in addition, he has made a number of significant achievements by entering the research with all his heart wanting to revive her. Without him, our research would have been so frustrating."

Sitting in a chair and pointing his back at Flam and Milkit, he said so with a lonely voice.

"It was just a year ago that your wife was resurrected. Since then, he has been happier than any friend I've ever seen. My wife is also in her fifth month of pregnancy, and I was planning on becoming a dad soon. You look really, really happy... but you still have time to desperately think about your child's name, try to read and fish the book of that hand out of parenting anxiety, go talk to the parenting seniors - oh, until today, I guess you didn't worry about the future at all"

Memorabilia of an unknown researcher.

If you look at that body, you can more or less imagine how he died.

He must have stopped his wife trying to run the room after Flam.

And I touched my body, twisted, seriously injured.

But he didn't die, he crawled desperately to get to this room for the last word he wanted to tell Dafiz.

And I couldn't breathe.

From the way Dafiz spoke, I guess he was more like a "best friend” than a "friend”.

My voice is shaking a little too - is it because he doesn't want to show his crying face that he doesn't turn this one around?

"That's how he died. I'm getting reports, and I kind of understand what's going on."

Still, Flam couldn't tell him that he had cut the luke.

It was you who was targeted for your life.

So you shouldn't have to feel awkward or anything, but somehow guilt annoys her.

"Mr. Flam, who do you think is at fault?

The question does not blame Flam.

It is a question from the bottom of Dafiz's heart.

"I think I'm an Origin"

Flam answers without hesitation.

Nor was she willing to blame Dafiz.

"As I see it, you're sweet. And strong, you can feel the core in your words."

"That's not true, I'm weak. They just make me strong because they have a mill kit next door. Isn't that what Mr. Dafiz did? Because of Susie's presence, she must have been able to continue her research until today."

"Right. You're weak, you're weak, you don't look good. My parents and Susie loved me like that. So my strength is, you're right, Suzy."

"So Isn't Origin the Worst Using Its Pure Thoughts"

Hearing the words, Dafiz silenced.

Still, with nothing staring at the wall, about ten seconds pass without saying anything.

Then he exhaled heavily, leaving himself behind the back of the chair, looking up to heaven.

"It was after noon yesterday that Gorn reported a numerical anomaly"

"Numerical anomaly?

"We perform regular inspections on subjects to collect mental and vital status. That number turned out to be a strange state where the spirit was the only state of excitement, but there was no change in the flesh."

In general, if there is an abnormality in the mental state, there will also be some change in the flesh.

A state of complete divergence between mind and body is difficult for a living human to create.

"Obviously, it was an anomaly caused by Mr. Flamm's arrival."

"Then why didn't you tell your husband yesterday or deal with it?

In Milkit's words, Dafiz laughs bitterly.

"Your presence has caused an anomaly in the subject, so please go home. Are you convinced to say that? It's like acknowledging the failure of our research."

"It's too late."

"I know, you got results early on out of the blue. It makes me laugh, what was my confidence until yesterday? Oh, not at all...... a member of Childrens had been advised, but no way so far. hehe, hahaha... haha what the hell was the time I've been spending"

"... if you can control it completely, don't you have a device to stop the function?

Flam did not answer and ignored the flow and asked him.

The answer to that question is, I don't know.

Because you can't say reckless words, and you have no obligation to do so.

"Then there's the door in the back of the room, isn't there? Try going ahead. There is a device in place to make the core managed by Necromancy in the Sheol stop in an emergency."

That was the privilege given to Dafiz, the person responsible.

Because we understand the danger, we must be prepared to stop whenever we run wild.

Most importantly, once used, it would take a lot of time to bring the dead back to life again.

Flam approached the door as he was told and without hesitation stepped into the room with the device.

Milkit stops in front of the room and asks how the Lord is indoors, placing his hand on his chest worryingly.

"Wow, this is..."

Flam looks around the room and gives an exclamation.

Translucent crystal lines stretch out everywhere in the room, and huge gems are embedded in the parts.

Colorful stones illuminate fantastically, reflecting the light inserted through the open door.

And in the center of the room, a launcher-like crystal sphere was installed - only around it, broken to tears.

Nearby, the same chair rolls as what was in Dafiz's room.

Did he destroy it with his own hands?

"Hey!

That's when Milkit screamed.

When Flam looked at the door all the way, there was Daffiz, who feathered her and put a knife around her neck and laughed.

His eyes are red and congested, and several tears of Shizuku continue to pass down his cheeks.

That look is never joy or anything else - I guess it's really mixed with more complex thoughts - but if you're going to insist, despair.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Flam, I can't..."

"Mr. Dafiz, please let go of the mill kit!

"Sure, Origin is a dangerous force, maybe we can't control it completely"

"Please let me go!

"But even so, there's no way you can imitate throwing away a dream you had once."

"Come on... let go of me. No!

Flam pulls out the soul eater and grips with both hands.

Then Dafiz pressed his arms further up to tighten Milkit's body and warned her.

"Don't worry, she's going to die, right?

"Mr. Dafiz can't kill you."

"No, you can kill me, even if you can't kill me for yourself, I can do anything for Suzie or Luco."

That being said, the blade of the knife is pressed even harder against the neck of the mill kit.

She was frightened by the sadness of "hi, ah..."

Flam intensifies his frustration.

"There's no such thing as Luco, that's a monster!

"Don't talk to me like I know you, Luco is my daughter and Suzie's, our love crystal."

"You look like a monster."

"Isn't that because you're here? I did welcome you in, so if you want to laugh, you can laugh. I don't care how much you made fun of me. But as a matter of fact, if you were gone, all the problems would be solved, right? Then I'll just keep asking for it."

That may indeed be the case.

Temporarily, the runoff of the dead will calm down.

But so what?

Nothing has solved the underlying problem.

"That's not just an advance! Mr. Susie won't come back to life, even a child can't, even though that reality doesn't change anything!

"What do you say reality is? No one chooses an unfortunate reality over a happy dream."

"Are you sure that's all right?

"I don't mind."

He seems to have decided to be prepared in a bad way.

By the time I destroyed the controls in this room, I guess I can no longer pull them back.

No one has ever lost it, in Flam's thin outlook on death and life, it doesn't resonate to his heart.

"What... then what should I do? How can you let Milkit go?

"... then"

I thought Dafiz laughed at him like he was broken - suddenly he was faceless and told Flam.

"Get out of this room and die"

Unemotional voices echo into narrow indoors.

A moment of silence.

In between, the first person to open his mouth was Milkit.

"No, sir. Oh, no! As long as your husband meets those eyes, I will die!

She backs off, she rambles.

He warned her quietly, in a cold voice.

"Grow up, will you really stab me?

"Go ahead and stab me. But at that point, you're done too. If we lose the hostages, your husband won't have to listen to you!

"Milkit, calm down"

"I can't calm down! Because this guy told your husband to die!?

Here and now, it's hard for Flam to rescue Milkit.

But on the other hand, he thinks that if he even drinks the demands, he will guarantee Milkit's safety.

I don't think he kills someone senseless, knowing the weight of a person's life.

When Flam turns off his weapon, he raises his hands and approaches both of them.

Dafiz perceived her intentions, retreating and clearing the way.

"Master..."

"I don't sound like I'm going to cry, because I'm not dying right now. And don't throw yourself away because I'm gone. If Milkit gets hurt, I'm dead sad."

That's what Flam says, he leaves the control room, passes beside the two of them, and heads to the exit of the room.

"This is good, right?

No reply.

The silence, however, should not hurt to accept it as affirmative.

Outside, waiting for the dead to come out flam now or now.

I don't know if you're really going to kill me or if you're going to take me somewhere after hurting me to the point where I won't die again.

But the moment we get out, it's inevitable that the battle starts.

Wounds will not be spared.

Flam that stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath.

Now Dafiz seems calm at first glance, but he's actually supposed to be confused.

Otherwise, we can't possibly use a means that isn't clever of taking hostages.

But as long as there's the flam that caused it, his brain won't cool down.

I mean, I need time to chill my head where she's not.

Once you're out there, buy yourself some time and come back.

That's what Flam needs to do.

The question is whether she will survive until then.

"If you're leaving, would you hurry up?"

"Master, I knew you shouldn't have gone!

At the end of the day I looked back at Milkit and smiled gently just saying “I'm fine” - Flam left the room.

At the same time, the gaze of the surrounding dead pierces her.

Arms to be stretched.

Touch, touch, touch - fingertips are hit everywhere in the body, spiral forces are poured.

Screw bending parts, the feeling of broken bones sounding heavily in your body, the sound of meat reaching your ears stirring.

"Damn...... ahhhhhhhhhhhh!

- Still, definitely let it cut through.

With determination, Fram barked and pulled out the Great Sword as he endured so much pain that his consciousness blew away.