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

The baby twists his body and tries to get out of the room.

But the entrance and exit are small, shoulders bump and the whole building just snaps.

Still twirling my body trying to push it through hard.

Then I couldn't stand the power, and the walls began to deform - they were finally destroyed.

The whole of that giant appears before Slough.

Naturally, it's not just the head that's huge.

Its entire body is large enough to fill the corridor with its width alone.

He curiously observed the hallway, seemingly not caring if the falling debris hit his body.

And those eyes - they wear buttcakes and capture incontinent sloths.

"Oh, oh... don't come, come!

He screams in an inverted voice.

But I guess that was a bad idea.

It attracts extra baby interest, and I crawl on all fours to get close to him.

I still can't move, but the width per step is too different from a normal human being.

Forward as Slough snaps through the floor slabs with his Zn, Zn, Zn, and Zn at such a rate that he can't make it even if he walks at full force.

I approached him in an instant.

So the perfectly stopped baby said, "Ahhh?," he gazes at him at close range, looking strange.

And with a round hand, I touched that leg.

"Ah-ha, hi-ha, hi-gu..."

I'm not attacking you.

It's just that a curious child who knows nothing is innocent of the man he sees for the first time.

But - it's trivial, like the presence or absence of malice.

What matters is whether Slough will survive as a result.

Tired of touching him, the baby now opens his mouth wide and tries to get him out of his head.

In his mouth, the red mucous membrane was swirling, just like Luke's face I saw earlier.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!

Slough has lost his hips and can't move as he thinks.

All he can do now is scream so desperately.

But no matter how much you refuse, they don't understand the word.

He was about to give up.

"Slough, get down!

Fram's voice echoed.

She protrudes her soul eater forward, releasing a spear of mind thinner and sharper than the tip of her sword.

ejected towards the baby's brow. It was a pneumothorax (planasting).

Bazi!

The aim was perfect, it was supposed to pierce the head.

But an invisible force field prevents it and plays it.

However, the impact seems to be well conveyed, and the baby is stirred, irritated,

"Aaahhh......"

and scatter a heavy bass that looks like a chemical.

If that's really a human baby, you'll cry in pain as it is.

But this guy wasn't.

Starting to intimidate me by staring at the flam that has attacked me.

They exasperate animosity and “stay out of the way”.

It wasn't the personality of a child who wasn't even in his lifetime, it was just Origin playing it according to the shape of the vessel.

If you poke him a little, his nature will show up right away.

Flam rushed over to Slough, grabbing his roots and dragging him to the chapel.

And throw it away where appropriate.

"Ah! Mr. Flam, please be nice a little bit more!

"It's an emergency, so don't stick around and tell me, what's that more than that?

"I don't know! I just thought I heard voices coming from behind the church and I was watching, and all of a sudden that one came out!

"Oh well... in short, is that what Luke was saying on behalf of the Third Generation?

It draws a line from previous childrens subjects.

That's not human.

It is a complete outsider who is born as a chemical and continues to grow as a chemical.

"Oh, you've already made friends. That's my kid. Wow."

The nun who came out of the room still puts her hand on her cheek even after seeing this tragedy, with a tranced look on her face.

I don't care how you look at it, it's insane, my consciousness must be contaminated.

It's called the spiral in the mouth, it's called the force that prevented the Knight Sword of the Flam (Cavaliers Arts), and the Origin Core is definitely used.

For example, you have to destroy the core in order to stop the activity.

The place to aim is the position of the heart - if the baby is in position now, the face is in the way and hard to aim.

"Then you can drop it from there first... heh!

He exhales at the same time as he speaks, drops his hips and the flam drives.

She doesn't think of that as human.

So smash it relentlessly, like when you destroy inorganic objects.

The enemy is angry at the earlier blow and is approaching her with fierce speed.

Flam, who dared to penetrate there himself, now houses the magic of inversion in his sword so that it is not bounced off - hanging on his head and flailing horizontally away.

"Ahhh!

Zip.

Origin's force field refuses to penetrate the blade.

But it was quickly fogged by inverted magic.

Zshaaaa!

Slaughter strikes directly at the defenseless head.

First the blade's roots contact the skin, cutting the meat and grinding the cheekbones.

Further, the medulla oblongata is destroyed when the central part of the body sinks into the skull as it slashes and crushes the earlobes.

It had reached the tip of the sword to the cerebellum.

At this point, a normal person would have died instantly.

Only one skin on the back of the head was preventing the head from breaking up and down.

But even that is cut by a shock wave caused by the blade swinging quickly.

From the baby's cheek, the top blew up unharmed.

A hemispherically shaped piece of flesh filled with eyeballs draws parabola and dances through the universe.

Landing from the docha cutting surface, scattering blood.

"Ugh, yeah..."

To the splashing brain, eyeballs, and the raw smell emitted from them, Slough even puts his mouth on, eh?

Apparently, aside from its size, the contents are almost identical to those made by humans.

But the only thing that's the same is appearance.

The wound immediately twists and begins to change shape into a spiral.

How much I imitated the shape, and the sequins are the chemicals.

Just like personality, just a little stimulus makes me worn out.

Crushing his heart before the hardening began - Flam shook up his sword quickly on the spot.

But shortly afterwards, gooooooooooo! and the air swirls violently around the baby, blowing her body away.

"Khaaaa!

The force of the helix rolled out in no motion.

The flam, blown up to the chapel, was slapped by a bench.

The chair breaks unbearable to shock and her tiny body sinks into rubble.

I use both arms to crawl out somehow, but a sharp piece of wood carves a cut in her leg.

Flam, however, appeared to be in no pain at all, plainly re-gripping the sword and facing the enemy.

"A... aahhhhhhhhhhh!

The baby is the bottom half of his remaining face, crying.

An unpleasant voice shook the whole church, and Slough inadvertently lags behind in its too much force.

"Hey, something's wrong with you!?

Obviously furious.

Then, as it echoed its emotions, the vortex on the cutting surface pulsed - and as it slipped out of it, something was about to be created.

"Is that... head?

Yes, it is exactly the same as the head I destroyed earlier in two.

Only the exact same appearance, the same size neck to top, is thrown out of the vortex with blood all over it.

"Ahhhhhh!"

That, when thrown out onto the floor, rolls toward the flam, crying just like the main body.

It is too vague and yet desecrating of humanity.

The moment she saw it, she was waving her sword up reflexively.

I won't think about what happens if I touch it, I'll smash it before I know for sure.

And instantly convert your full body strength into a plana, filled with swords.

Simultaneously and in parallel, magic is also sent to soul eaters, flashing vertically.

Sword moves with the magic of inversion - unleashed the anti-chi sword slaughter "Plana Shaker Riversal".

Zach!

Kenqi flies and breaks the increased head in two.

They don't have a lot of endurance, just like the original head, and this is what it would be if the force field could even be knocked out.

Two hemispheres that stopped moving and rolled on the floor, as they cracked the fruit.

Then he drew a spiral even though its cutting surface was once again, and spurted out a new head from the inside of it.

The body also creates a second or third, approaching the flam as it rolls.

"Hi-no-no! Oh, come on, aren't there more!?

"More, spit out...... no way is it the same power as ink?

I don't think I'm just gonna put a rolling head on it.

In a sphere a little over a meter, you wouldn't be able to crush it and damage the flam or anything.

If so, it is natural to assume that there is some force in this.

It's too risky to try, but if it's a force similar to ink - it probably grows where you touch it.

That's not the only ability a baby has.

The first attack, a force field that played a cardiac spear (planasting), looked like something was swirling around his body in Flam's eyes.

Could it not be considered the same ability as Luke, or “rotation”?

Next time...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh..."

The top half of the body's head, which was supposed to have blown up, crawled like an independent creature and moved all the way over the baby's body at some point.

It conveys the back of the head from there and fits where it was originally.

The cutting surfaces touched each other, and Gucha was then uncleanly intertwined.

"Aw."

When I thought I heard such a voice, the parts would connect perfectly with each other and my head would be restored.

“Connection" - that is, the ability of the nect.

In short, a third generation (...) is a finished form, so to speak, as a weapon, that houses all the abilities of spiral children (spiral childrens).

"Want to play it!? You can't heal to the wound anymore! There's no way I can win that......!

"I wonder"

But Fram doesn't see it as a big threat.

Perhaps this individual is still growing.

The ability to think is a human toddler, and now he's just unleashing an attack without thought on his hostile opponents.

Sure, the ability to be varied can be troublesome, but only if you have the brains to make the most of it.

Moreover, the magnitude of the force that can be handled is inferior to that of specialized spiral children (spiral childrens).

The growth speed does not extend to ink, and even the connection connects the wounds together to an extent.

The rotation just played the offense and blew the flam off, too.

I was confused and upset by its creepy appearance - but if you fight as usual, it shouldn't be as fearful.

"Sooo..."

When the flam fills the lungs with oxygen, it exhales at once and forces the abs.

Then he walks low, toward the approaching head.

Swing the sword through.

The grown head is amputated.

The wound swirls again to create a new head.

Ignore that and go further.

Stand still. Slash it forward, slash it forward repeatedly.

Countless heads are about to be created behind them - but approaching the body was itself easy.

"Ahhhhhh."

I look at the flam approaching my eyes, and the baby groans.

- Gagong!

Then suddenly, her feet tilted diagonally.

No, it's not just my feet.

The whole building is twisted (...) and the chapel turns into a trick-arted view that is likely to lose its sense of equilibrium.

"I was still hiding my wife's hand, all the time"

Shortly afterwards, the flam leaps.

If you fly, it doesn't matter what happens to the floor.

When I saw her jump in here, the baby opened its mouth.

And as Luke was doing, spinning and ejecting the air...

"Even so!

When the flam swings its left hand upside down, it is easily dismissed.

And she slapped the great sword in her right hand against her head with all her weight, velocity and gravity on it.

Docha!

Now the head of the baby to be severed vertically.

It twists and tries to spit out a new head before the contents come out of the open wound.

Flam, who saw it, stepped forward himself, instead of retreating.

Behind a wound that rips like a petal - or “neck," stick your sword tip out.

Forward as a cavalry with strength in his arms as it was, he sank the blade with such momentum that he himself dived into his body.

Tilt the pattern, turn it, and look for the core that should be somewhere.

When you get the feeling that your torso hits something hard, over the pattern...

"Come on, flip it. (Riversal) Huh!

Injected magic all at once and destroyed it.

Paki, and a crack in the crystal in my body.

Losing a core that is also equal to the heart loses light from the baby's eyes.

He also lost his strength from both hands, elbowed, and lost his balance.

That alone will not support your body, Zun...... and crush the floorboard, and the giant will be overthrown.

The growing head stopped moving perfectly when the body stopped its activity.

Eventually the skin and meat dissolve, and when only the bone, it even becomes powdered and disappears.

Confirming that he was completely out of breath, Flam pulled out his sword and quickly shook off his blood with one hand.

And let go of the pattern.

Soul eaters disappear into subspace as particles before falling to the floor.

"Shh, wow. Knocked him down, huh?

"If they crush the power source, I don't think they can resurrect it"

"Power? Not the heart?

"That's what they are."

It's a suspicious thing to call it a “creature."

When the two are exchanging words, a nun who has lost a child (...) loses power and falls across the hallway.

"What happened to that guy..."

"I don't think so anymore"

"You say no?

"I mean dead. My body may be alive, but my heart..."

Lying, she still seems to be alive, but she doesn't even leave her eyes and mouth open.

Origin's will mixes with his self and irreversibly creates a new personality.

That's a separate piece that no longer holds the original prototype.

From there, if the origins, which make up half of the whole thing, are lost - the personality that is created becomes skull, like a sponge.

Humans are delicate creatures that are inherently useless because only a fraction of their flesh is broken.

You can't live losing half of it.

No longer forms a body as a person's consciousness, it breaks down with its own weight and causes spiritual death.

I mean - Mute's abilities are the same, and once he's involved, there's no going back.

Whether you kill yourself or not, but at the time you take it, it means you're as good as dead either way.

"I wouldn't have imagined you'd die today."

Everyone does, and I believe that the normal days will continue tomorrow.

But death always comes suddenly.

That's too selfish and unreasonable.

Accidents, coincidences, bad luck, it's not something you can do with such a light word.

It's not “no choice," it's an abominable, hateful death.

◇ ◇ ◇

After finishing the battle, Flam and Slough decided to take a break outside the church.

I'd like to sit in a chair inside and slow down, but it's bloody. The building is distorted, so it's not something I could use.

In the first place, we should do something about Flam's worn clothes and Slough's incontinent, wet pants before the break - just not explaining this miserable situation to anyone and leaving without them.

"Ha ha..."

When Slough went to the ground, he deposited his body firmly on the church wall.

The flam stands next to him and is also against the wall.

Witnessed mass suicide, escaped by Nekt, ran into Slough, was raided and fought by Luke, and shortly afterwards destroyed a monstrous baby - and well, rage over anything.

Fram's physical and mental fatigue was considerable, and Slough, intolerant of man's life and death and the chemicals in that hand, remains blue in his face even now that he is ready to breathe.

But on the other hand, I ask Flam with excitement if there was anything to roll over as a boy when I saw her fighting bravely.

"Um, the one whose enemies were slashed far away when I waved the sword. Was that magic, too?

"That's swordsmanship"

"Swordsmanship! So you attacked a distant opponent or something. You existed, I thought it was just in the story. I mean, with that body, you can often turn that big sword around."

"Well, there's a lot going on. Mr. Gadio taught me the sword."

"Heh, you're not being chosen as a hero by Dada. I was already scared when I interviewed you, but you can count on me to be on your side."

Sure, if that strong surface came out in the interview, everyone would atrophy.

At the time of passing such an exam, Slough may be quite a good person at this.

"So, you didn't use magic?

"We used it together."

"A combination of magic and sword moves! Fine, I admire that, but I can't do it."

"You wanted to be an adventurer?

"I would have been talented. But I don't have that power, and I wanted to reassure my mum, so I decided to get a job."

"I think that's better"

"But Mr. Fram chose an adventurer, didn't he?

"Because even I didn't like it and chose it."

That said, Flam touched his cheek.

I'm going to forget about it because there are so many good people around me, but the signs of slavery are still there.

Fortunately, Slough doesn't seem to care much.

"You can fight that far even though you didn't like it and chose it..."

He had since repeatedly bumped even ”Ya Bei” and ”Awesome”.

Where the conversation is interrupted, Flam closes his lid.

As I was taking a deep breath out of my body - several nuns came back from the boulevard to church.

Some faces I've seen before.

Sister in the Central District I spoke to when Sarah went missing, was her name definitely Tina?

On top of resembling Tia, I've only met her once, so I'm going to forget about it by accident.

"Are you sure it was Mr. Flamm?

"Long time no see, Tina. Looks like you've been through a lot on Main Street."

"Yeah, I've settled down a lot now after I've treated the injured, too - and yet, what's up with that outfit? It doesn't look like he's hurt."

"Before I answer that, I want to make sure"

I guess Tina is decent (...) that she is normally alive even when the baby dies.

But I will not fail to be vigilant, I will always keep my heart open to fall through the sword.

"Just now, here we have been attacked by a giant baby"

"Huge...... baby? What are you talking about?

"In the further back room of the chapel, this is the child who was with the nun. Don't you have any idea?

Tina and the surrounding nuns obsessed with Fram's words.

Apparently, I have an idea.

"Sure enough, a Sister named Narray took care of the child she protected yesterday morning. But she's not feeling right... she stopped letting us in this morning."

"So you had no choice but to leave?"

"Yeah, but... what do you mean you were attacked?

"You're right."

Attacked, fought, killed.

Nothing more or less.

"What was the situation yesterday morning when you protected me?

"You mean the baby? Then he was dumped at the gate, and I was supposed to take care of him at the church until I found my parents. The first person to find her and hug her was Narray."

"I held him up first..."

"I miss her a lot, too, my child."

So naturally, I guess Narray started taking care of it.

It is natural as a stream.

But the alteration of character may have already begun at the time of his lifting.

This is a trap that uses good intentions, and the fact that its place of installation is the Church - eighty-nine out of ten, will definitely be seen as the work of Childrens looking to avenge it.

"Hey, I answered your question, so let me know more. What happened here?

"I think it's quicker to explain while looking inside, but be careful because it's a shocking sight"

The nuns then went into the chapel with Flam at the head.

And roaring inside, colorful yellow screams.

A huge baby with two heads straight into a chapel destroyed by doom and Narray's living corpse - even with forewarnings, I guess it was still too irritating for them.

A few of us have fainted.

Tina, who somehow endured, immediately asked the Church Knight for help.

I can't just throw him away and go home, so Flam and Slough stayed there, too, and were to be chased by explanations.

◇ ◇ ◇

The time for the two of them to be released was when the day also tilted and it was time to plug in the evening.

Flam and Slough look tired and head to the West Side guild without stopping by.

When he finally came to the front of the building, Fram exhaled "fu" for a long time.

Then he opens the entrance door, and when he enters the facility, he suddenly gets some kind of tackle, and he curls.

"Oops......!

Fluffy silver hair with a sweet scent.

You don't have to look at his face to find out who he is.

"Why is Milkit here?

Flam asked as he stroked her head.

Then she raises her face and insists as she moisturizes her eyes with an upward look.

"I heard in the Wang capital that there have been many cases where people die a lot. Then I couldn't be there or not..."

"hahaha, he was so worried"

"I don't know what else to do," Fram said happily, stroking the head of the hugged mill kit pompously.

In the warm palm plush of the Lord, Milkit buries his face in his chest feeling comfortable and narrows his eyes.

Fram's rough heart heals like a lie, a moment of bliss.

Slough was surprised to see such an exchange between the two, one step away.

Ella, who wears a cheek wand at the counter, has a similar look.

"I think you need to thank me for bringing you here first"

Eterna, who was sitting on a chair, said resentfully.

That said, actually, she didn't like being put out of mosquito nets either, and wanted to go to the guild.

I lift it to the shelf, narrow my eyes, and look at the flam as if it were frightened.

On that knee sat the ink, holding a juiced cup with both hands.

"Fram and Milkit are not the stories that started right now, so they make a world of two people at home."

"Can't get in, narrow shoulder"

"The Eternas are doing something similar!

Even if Flam claims so, Eterna and Ink say, 'What's that guy talking about?' I don't try to fit in with a face like that.

I'm unconscious. Maybe the two of them are more vicious.

"Guuuuu..."

I regretted it at first, but when I'm holding the mill kit, it gradually gets better and better.

We're talking about each other anyway, and we just don't care.

"By the way, my husband, this way of tearing clothes... you were still attacked, weren't you?

Milkit inquired as he stuck his finger into an empty hole in the chest of Flam's clothes.

Flam's cheeks stain slightly red for a dull sensation.

"As it were, sort of. Hey, Ella, is Mr. Gadio back?

"Yes, but I don't think we're free enough to watch slaves dairy each other."

"Because I didn't do that!

Ella took her seat and headed to the master's room, appropriately marked "Yes, sir".

I think, stopping and looking back along the way.

"Oh yeah. Mr. Slough, you're annoying."

"Ah... no, Mr. Eela, I..."

"You couldn't buy it, could you? I have no choice. You must be tired, so sit back and rest for a while."

That's what I said and walked away again.

Flam and Slough drop off her back with a pompous look.

"I thought you'd be mad at me."

"You were so sweet and disgusting..."

"I hear you, Flump!

Yelling from the back, Flam shrugged his shoulders.

But it is true that he was stranger and gentler than usual.

I looked at her calling Slough “you” and she was evil pushing me to think she was willing - but apparently brilliantly centered.

Eighteen and twenty-four, not as far apart in age as I would say.

Still somewhere defiant against Eela, Flam was encouraging about Slough in his mind, saying 'Don't go anywhere'.

Soon afterwards, Gadio comes out of the room and shows up in front of the Flams.

He had a rare and tired look on his face.

That would mean that the incident in the Central District was spectacular.

"It seems safe, more importantly."

"Mr. Gadio."

"By the way, isn't Linus back yet?

"Sounds like, maybe that one's caught up in something over there"

That said, he would run away quickly if he perceived the danger.

If you wait, you should show your face again soon.

"If you wait for him to come, you won't have Kiri, let's start with me."

"Can I also ask Slough or Eela?

"So far the spiral children (spiral childrens) are moving so much, you'll see where they hide it. Then it might be safer to know from the beginning."

"Okay, then stay like this"

Ella and Slough are anxious to hear about the disturbing interaction between Flam and Gadio.

"As you probably already know, a carriage ran wild on Central District Boulevard, causing massive casualties. The killer was created by a church called Spiral Childrens… a biological weapon."

"I think maybe it was a boy named Luke who attacked us"

"Luke did that..."

When asked the name, the ink reacts.

Gadio looked at her and asked in a low voice.

"What kind of guy was that?

"Luke... the tone was rambling and I don't really even listen to Mother, but the roots were sweet. You didn't bully me much, either. And I don't think he's a good type of person to use his head."

"I see, it's certainly a cluttered M.O. compared to a mute who caused mass suicide in the East Side or a boy like that Nekt. The ability to learn more... if you're an engaged flam, you know what I mean?

"I think Luke's abilities are" spinning, "maybe."

Gadio, hearing it, put his hand on his chin and hit the correlation with "Hmm".

"The case on Main Street, you touched the luggage car and ran the wheels off, didn't you?"

"Wait, all the words I don't know about the noise just now are flying around, but the... in short, it was the weapons created by the church that caused the incident today, is that it? That's why all of a sudden you're killing people in the king's capital!?

Eela roughs up her voice.

If you take it from a person who knows nothing, all of a sudden it won't make sense to be heard.

It was Fram who answered her question.

"The Church was secretly running three projects to manufacture weapons that used a certain amount of energy. Childrens were one of them. But they got caught up in factional strife and cut off from the church."

"Does that mean you're rampant in Wang Du? That's annoying."

"It's not that simple. If you just want to get busted, just do whatever you want on the boulevard without bothering to run away"

Gadio and Flam also nodded at the words Eterna had said.

"I feel like those kids are in the mood."

"Do you mean"

"Yes, there's something else... No, it must be one of revenge to kill someone in the king's capital, but he's hiding it and plotting something."

"Why did your husband think that?

Milkit with his arms tangled asks.

What Flam thinks of is Luke, who's been after Slough, and the "third generation” he just engaged with.

"For one thing, me and Slough engaged Luke in front of a church in the Central District. But the first thing he came after was Slough, not me."

"No, I forgot there were too many things, but why was I targeted?

"Slough, have you ever been involved with the Church?

"No, that's not true at all. You've never heard from your mum that you were a believer."

Gadio, who was involved in Slough's recruitment, also knows his profile.

I certainly didn't seem to be an ardent Originist, and my parents are very ordinary women who work in liquor stores.

Speaking of unusual things...

"What about the possibility of being a father entanglement?

About that he's a single parent?

"Mine, is it? I don't even want to talk to you. I'm not sure."

That's something you wouldn't know unless you were Slough's mother.

It would be impossible to solve the mystery just by talking here.

Ask anywhere around Wellsey who is good at gathering information after tomorrow - Gadio thinks.

"What's the second?

When Eterna heard that, Flam clouded his expression.

Even though I'm getting used to it, the enemy in that hand just makes me feel heavier remembering.

"Shortly after the war with Luke, we fought a giant baby in the church, about a metre in the face, not knowing what to say."

"What is it, a human being?

"I don't know. The only thing that's clear is that it was created with the Origin Core, and that Luke called it the Third Generation."

"Third generation... what, I've never heard that either"

Ink didn't seem to know anything when he said he belonged to the same childrens.

She wasn't informed of anything more about the study than the original, but if such a chemical were nearby, you'd notice just fine.

Have you been hiding it, or have you been completing it lately?

"The next generation of spiral children."

"But now, I still think they're stronger. In fact, I can take it down on my own. But... when I asked the nuns, when I picked it up near the gate yesterday morning, it was like a very normal baby."

"But as of today, it had already grown to a size that could be called huge"

"If I leave you alone, it's going to be a big deal. No way...... the letter they're sending is time for that kid to finish?

Eterna's hypothesis is not an impossible story.

If that had been left wild for three more days, it would have gotten even bigger and out of hand.

"If so, I don't see why Luke abandoned that baby and ran away"

"Sure, if you're saying that the baby is destiny, don't break the theory of positive motion"

"Mm... then maybe not"

Unexpected, Eterna is likely to regret it.

By then, Ella and Slough had lost track of the story, wrinkling each other between their brows.

"Anyway, I ran into these two and thought the purpose of the childrens was too fragmented. Whatever it takes to make it happen, it's halfway there."

Why did you dare to use such a prominent method as mass suicide?

Why did you use the roundabout means of rampant luggage cars?

Why did you let that baby fight Flam in an incomplete state?

If it had been complete, we would have achieved greater results now.

"And I don't even see Mother. Wouldn't those kids be buying him time to accomplish something?"

"... I've been wondering, what is Childrens research to do? Necromancy and Kimyra had a clear purpose. But only Childrens don't see the final reach."

"That's true. If you figure that out, you might also see a star in Mother's place."

Necromancy, a study that revives the dead.

Kimyra joins monsters to create weapons.

And Children- he just raised a child with a core embedded in his heart.

Sure, its power is powerful, but how inconvenient it is to operate as a weapon.

Mass production is difficult, given the hassle of growing it.

"I hear about a man named Mother from ink. He said he took everyone's mother's place and was admired by everyone. But strange."

"What is it?

"I wonder why you're a man and you're a mother, not a father"

"Isn't that a hobby"

"Whether it's a hobby or anything, there's always a reason it happened. The baby Fram encountered, based on its existence, I reconsidered, and I somehow saw it"

"What do you mean?

Eterna exhaled almost so "Phew," she said after putting it down for a beat.

"Maybe Mother wants to have a baby"

"... what?

Flam's mouth leaves open.

Each of the other faces was surprised and bewildered.

"Ink, the first generation, and the rest of the children, the second generation, came from other mothers. On the other hand, the third generation is born in the condition of a baby. I mean, this is proof that Mother wants to make humans from scratch."

"No, that's why he wants to give birth..."

"Surely that may be too much to say. But I'm pretty sure he has some kind of complex against the existence of a" mother ”. Otherwise, there is no reason to unite everything from what you dress to what you look like a mother"

It's a rambling argument, but - given Dafiz, it's quite possible that the top of the project is running with personal emotions.

"Sure, Mother, there could have been a part of us regretting we weren't children of our own fruit"

Ink told me to follow Eterna.

The theory weighs even more and is realistic.

It's ridiculous, but it's because it's that ridiculous desire - to rely on the Origin Core.

On the contrary, then, it may be a mistake to think in the sphere of common sense of what they are trying to achieve.

"Which means that that notice that there are three days left is not time for the child to grow up, but for the mother to give birth"

But it's... it's hell.

Flam held his head.

Because even though we're beyond understanding at the point where a man gets pregnant and has a child, it's not a normal baby that comes into being.

Assuming that the third generation is an experiment for this, the fourth generation will mean that it has even greater Origin power.

"Eterna, imagine hunting everyone down around there."

Gadio advised so.

Fram wasn't the only one who was pulling.

Milkit, Ella, and Slough are pulling their cheeks.

"If I lined up the evidence, it was just derived, not imagined"

"Even so. Anyway, just to be brief, we have to find Mother before that countdown is over."

"... well, that's fine"

Eterna still doesn't talk enough.

But I'm an adult with her, and I'll be patient and quiet here.

The ink on my lap was a little bitter because of the strength on both arms I hugged, but I left it there without saying anything.

"But you won't be so good looking for a mother, Childrens aren't the only ones who are moving at all"

"Is it Satooki"

"Oh. Actually, I saw him today. He showed up in front of me on the main street doing first aid for the injured."

Gadio recalls.

When the noise on the boulevard was settling, someone wearing a white loose robe approached me.

It grew a mustache under his nose and on his chin, about half a brunette with grey hair - Satuki Ranagarki, the person.

He is about ten centimeters taller than Gadio, but he emits another, distinct sense of intimidation from a skilled adventurer.

As he approached with a lying grin on his face, he suddenly asked Gadio to shake his hand.

"Thank you, thanks to you, this king's capital has been saved"

A strangely loud voice who wanted to act.

Of course the surroundings are squeaky.

Anyway, that Gadio Lascat and Cardinal Satooki are shaking hands.

And in his conversation, he emphasizes that Gadio is a “hero”.

He said that he would surely fight to save the people of the King's capital, both before and from today.

"I take myself to the scene of an accident where a large number of injured people have left, even though the danger has not yet left...... obvious performance"

"Oh, it's just a popular earner. In the first place, I even think that the fact that I let Childrens go wild, maybe it was for popularity."

"Mr. Leach said he might be pushing us to handle the childrens."

It discredits the Pope and the King by not bothering their own hands and yet making moderate sacrifices.

To that end, he threw round the Flams a solution to the problem regarding childrens.

It's certainly not an impossible story - Gadio and Eterna have doubts.

Really, is that all?

Either way, they have to move desperately to avoid more casualties.

But the presence of Satooki, you'd better leave it in the corner of your head.

If, really, his purpose is what Gadio thinks it is (...).

cunningly, because you should want to increase further casualties in a way that is not harmful to you.

"Speaking of which, it's a different story, but what happened to Cyril and Maria?

That's what Eterna asked the lid.

Then the look on Flam's face gets even darker.

"I don't know about Maria, but Cyril..."

"Something's happened."

Looking at the flam with his face down, Eterna somehow guesses.

"I don't know what the purpose is, but I was exposed to childrens"

"Hmm? Why are those guys getting their hands on Cyril or something again? Do you know any ink?

Ink asked, shook his head to the side.

"Are you going to use it as a hostage?"

Or is it a restraint against Satooki?

Most of all, in fact, Mute is just interested in acting with her.

There's no way a third party who doesn't know the circumstances of such a thing can speculate.

I wonder if there is any thought there - as far as that is concerned, it is a truth that cannot be reached.

"Cyril... how are you doing so far"

Flam so crushing in loneliness.

Milkit stared anxiously at her like that with shaky eyes.

◇ ◇ ◇

The Frams then left the guild and broke up.

Gadio seems to be sending Slough and Ella to their respective homes.

Also with regard to Slough, he said that both his mothers would invite him to Gadio's mansion because he could be targeted by Childrens.

I heard that story. Eela was shining her eyes somehow, but what happened to her, etc. - for Flam walking the night lane side by side with four people, it doesn't matter wholeheartedly.

"Mr. Linus didn't show up after all..."

"After all, did that one get caught up in a children-involved case, too?"

Milkit, joining hands with the Lord, said as he lay his eyes down and stared at the ground.

"It's the best in shivers, so you don't have to worry. Outside, I might be waiting in front of the house first."

"You don't even hear about people dying elsewhere."

Surely the two of you are right, if Childrens got busted, the information should be conveyed right up to the guild.

Even if you were currently fighting in a progressive fashion, there's no way that S-rank adventurers wouldn't notice any strange surroundings if they fought.

Rather than being involved in a case, I guess I just haven't been able to get back to it due to personal circumstances.

"Well, I'm sure he'll be fine."

Tomorrow, I'm sure you'll make a sneak face.

Believe that, I stopped getting anxious on my own any more.

The conversation is interrupted.

The four walked in silence for a while.

It is not an unpleasant silence.

It warms my chest just to be sure of the muddy palm I gripped.

However, from about half the way down the road, the mill kit looks strange.

Many times, she looks at Flam with an awkward look on her face.

Of course, it's more immediately noticed that you're being watched.

But the fact that Milkit is hesitant means it's a hard topic to hear.

That's from the flam guy: 'What?' Asking could result in further hunting her down.

Flam dared to pretend he hadn't noticed.

"Um..."

Then, after several rounds, Milkit finally opens his mouth.

"What's going on?

Flam asked, smiling gently as her mother would teach her child.

"Mr. Cyril, what..."

"Yeah, what's wrong with Cyril?

How hard it is to hear, Milkit is quite behaving suspiciously.

When I hear her voice like that, Eterna and Ink are somewhat nibbly.

"... your husband's, what is it?

After repeating the grid, Milkit turned the dark suspicion swirling in his chest into words as it were.

It is an emotion for her to avoid even listening and even holding.

But that's why it's not nearly as raw as I could have been without it.

But on the other hand, it was such a trivial question for Flam that he laughed 'what the hell is that?

"We're friends."

That's what she says.

As a word for a relationship with Cyril, Flam doesn't know what else he deserves.

"Friends..."

Milkit rebelled with a parrot.

It's not like me.

Not a partner, my friend.

But the only thing Milkit could tell was that something was different, and I still didn't understand exactly what was different.

"Just in the countryside, where my hometown was similar, where I was suddenly treated like a hero and confused, and where my favorite was sweet cake, it was the same, so I immediately felt like it."

Flam talks as he remembers meeting Cyril.

"Do you still think so?

"Of course. I wish I could melt away the obsession and eat the cake like before."

Flam's smile in bright words was too dazzling for Milkit.

Without any evil in her mind, she says she is also upright about her feelings for friends who have abused herself - and she is.

Self-loathing.

Still, you'll be born.

Even if you understand it's wrong, you can't help but boil it.

It swells even as it accumulates, and all of a sudden it just bursts - so Milkit, in the meantime, wanted to spit it all out.

"... I'm not your friend, am I?"

"Hmm, I wonder if that's different"

"What is the difference?"

It's not something to focus on.

Milkit is just too happy to be in Flam's favor.

Ask why, and there is more to luxury.

But the more he sought that luxury, the more Flam had sweetened and drowned Milkit.

Flam, on the other hand, unconscious of it, was wondering why Milkit would ask such a thing.

I care about Cyril, a friend of the Lord, I know that well.

But the way she listens seems to me to have more doubts about the difference between Cyril and how she treats herself than about her relationship with Cyril.

Well, how do I answer correctly to satisfy her wishes?

Subtle air drifting between them.

Eterna and ink, completely outside the mosquito nets, were quietly thriving whispering.

"For example, I've never slept in the same bed as Cyril, never held each other, never walked hand in hand like this."

What I've done for granted if it's a mill kit.

But Fram is aware that it's not normal.

Cyril, on the contrary, is pointing emotions at Milkit that he has never had against anyone in his life.

"Is it really just me, is it?

"Yeah, the only thing I'm in touch with so far is Milkit. So, I don't know... I don't think it's something to rank, but I think Milkit is better up close."

Millkit's fingers tickle.

I felt it with my hands connected to the flam, and I was literally getting a response.

And notice.

She reacted against the phrase "milkit is higher”.

I mean, isn't Milkit... jealous of Cyril? and.

As soon as I realize that, the flam's chest tightens up slowly.

How much you admire me for just talking to you and being jealous. This kid can't help but float.

"I'm scared. Your husband is very attractive, strong, admired by all kinds of people."

But only, Milkit is serious.

Just jealous, just jealous.

Even for ordinary people, it is contraindicated for slaves.

"Of course I know and believe that your husband treats me special. But... Unlike your husband, who has a lot of people around him, I only have him."

Eterna watching the game grunts, "We're here too" with Blur.

Ink blocked her mouth like that with a searcher.

"Mm, I'm in trouble. What am I supposed to do to get rid of that anxiety?"

"I'm sorry I got you in trouble"

"Oh, it's okay. In short, you mean Milkit looks straight at me, but I'm more distracted in all directions. Hmmm... mmm..."

Flam roars as he shakes his neck left and right like a metronome.

When the movement was about five rounds back and forth, it stopped perfectly with its neck tilted.

And you come up with something, stare Milkit in the eye and say it out loud.

"I like it."

He is chested by straight words and his eyes behind the bandage are opened.

And Eterna and Ink blew out "buffoo" at about the same time.

"Sorry, I can't think of any more thoughtful words right now. I guess I'll just have to show it in action."

"... Yes, no. Enough, enough... because the feeling has been conveyed. I'm sorry, sir, but I've heard something weird."

"Fine, 'cause I'm honestly glad you started listening to that"

Saying, Flam let go of his connected hand once and now tangled his fingers together.

It's something that does that so casually and unintentionally, that Milkit's chest bounces so hard that it's going to stop.

Even if you do this, I'm sure your husband is flat out - while she looks at Flam.

"... eh"

I saw each other.

Then she looks embarrassed, out of sight.

It's what I imagined a clear face, so it's also unintentional.

I didn't do anything flat.

To relieve Milkit's anxiety, he took an adventure as a flam.

To its coarseness, Milkit also becomes asexually embarrassed and takes her gaze off.

Keep looking at each other that way, but still keep your hands on them.

"What does Fram and Milkit have to do with anything?"

"I don't know, either."

Ten and sixty years of age, walking hand in hand as well, tilted their necks in alignment.