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

Flam thrust through the wall of meat, out into the open space.

At the end of her gaze, standing with a soul eater in one hand, are three embedded cores.

Because I used one on an earlier giant, I guess it originally supported this too big a carbide in four.

As the flam walks closer to the core, meat about the size of a person emerges from the bottom so as to block the path.

It eventually became the shape of a person, reproducing even a piece of a female object, and he - Mother - appeared before her, exactly as she had seen one day.

"How dare you... How dare you, how dare you!

Mother protrudes her palm forward, spinning the air and releasing.

Flam jumped aside and dodged, approaching at once at the same time as landing, clawing his sword across one letter.

For a moment, Mother disappears.

Without having to sense the signs, Flam, who was reading the destination of that transfer, particulates and stores the soul eater.

Turn around with the sword wielding momentum, flying lightly and hiking, hitting Mother hard in the head for an unintended blow from behind.

He guards it with his right arm - but the kick has the magic of inversion.

Origin's power does not prevent him completely, and he gently curls.

In the meantime, Fram retreated, taking enough time, to draw a cross with a quick plucked soul-eater and eject two swords.

Mother - she didn't even guard.

His flesh is divided into four parts without remnants.

Immediately afterwards, all of them will look the same as their pre-amputation mothers.

In front of four more enemies, but Fram will not be afraid.

"We've had enough of a rampage, so why don't we just end it?

"Not yet, I hadn't gotten there yet -!"

All mothers groan and shake their heads at the same time.

He became a kind mother and tried to get over his own mother, who had once abused himself.

He became a happy child and tried to override the hard days engraved in his memory.

By the time it was laid down and encompassed the King's capital, its purpose had been accomplished, and he should have become “complete”.

But - it wasn't enough.

"I still have a mother in me!" My mother lives in a place that won't disappear no matter how much I shake it off. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

A scream to unison.

I guess so, Fram convinces one.

No matter how much you deny it, humans have indelible edges at birth.

"Sure..."

All the humans trapped in cocoons had the same dream.

Mother's memory.

My mother makes me experience the memory of one boy who has been abused and distorted, as if it were my own.

That's why Flam noticed.

"The way you mess up when you're in front of an inconvenient reality looks just like your mother."

Mike's mother - Susanna Smithy - always did when she woke up hysterical.

Yell around, get mucky.

Because of her dressing as a woman, she also resembles that figure, which makes her feel out of her mind or emotions.

'... if it weren't for you, if you hadn't even imitated it like you were hunting it down, you wouldn't have noticed it'

"If you hadn't noticed, would that have been nice?

'Well, then what am I supposed to do? Ooh!

"There's no way I know that."

Because no matter how much memory is pressed, others are others.

Everywhere I go, I can't know everything.

So try to understand, lean in.

"If you just insist..."

Sure, I guess Susanna Smithy was an irresistible mother.

I kept pushing him away without even trying to lean on the child I had.

But if Mother's chosen path is like this in an attempt to get over her mother, there is no such thing as vain.

Self-completeness, rejection of others, cursing children who admired themselves as a failure.

Isn't it all - a re-burning of what your mother did?

"On the contrary, I think it was"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't assimilate others to yourself, if you'd listened to others, you'd have disappeared into a complex against nature and mother."

The spiral children (spiral childrens) did admire him as their mother.

I'm just glad that's all.

I don't need childrens or origin-core, I don't care what you dress as a woman, but if Mike was truly looking after them as a mother - it's possible that his hopes were fulfilled.

I can't say for sure, but at least I wouldn't have been in a state as unsaveable as I am now.

'I can't... that's not true.' Cause, hey, your mother, heh! To me! He didn't tell me how to treat you other than to push you hard. Whoa, whoa!

Four mothers jumped on the flam at once.

"That's not true, because everyone is a handful!

Speak up, she sheds magic on the soles of her feet.

The flesh on the floor was cut and turned upside down, using that force of tilting to accelerate, gliding away to be shot out.

Wrong, double-breached the first torso.

At the end of the line of sight is a core embedded in a triangle.

Can we make it if we run - thinking so, a new mother appeared from the ground and tried to grab her feet.

At the same time, he senses signs from behind, gravity flips up, kicks more ceiling and lands behind the enemy.

Cut up soul-eating from a low position, knot and split your right thigh and left armpit in a straight line.

It also looks like a flam advantage at first glance, but the one that should have been made into two straight before it splits into two bodies and approaches the flam.

'It's not too late anyway, there's nothing you can do!

Flying mothers.

Flum, who has inverted gravity again, runs through the ceiling to the core.

"What are you waiting for?

Did you think that you could do something (...) by keeping this up and looking like this?

Perhaps Mother thought that even childrens would be saved if they were finished.

I guess the only way to believe that was the salvation of his life.

If I could have listened to others at all, I might have met someone who would have stopped “such a stupid plan”.

But - Flam repeats in his chest.

Everything, no way (...).

'I don't want to! Are you going to die feeling unrewarded?

Countless arms extend from the ceiling and grab the feet of the flam.

I tried to shake it off immediately - but my fixed right leg started twisting rapidly, gulping.

"Gu......! Oh, my God!

As it is, rotation is contagious all over the body.

The flam inevitably flips and detaches the tip from the inside out of its own right foot, its knee.

In that recoil, her body was blown to the floor.

Mother is standing by at the landing point, reaching out.

Knight Swordsmanship (Cavaliers Arts), or altering the fall trajectory with the impact of blowing up another area - such an idea crossed the back of Flam's brain, but it was immediately dismissed.

Five more mothers are also about to be born from the ceiling.

On the ground, too, seven already.

In this surrounded situation, any more injuries are fatal.

So - don't run away, dare attack.

Flam causes the blood dripping from the wound to freeze (...) and feed the mother's face a flying kick.

Pointed as a spear, it pierces his nose and destroys his head.

To a forceful attack, Flam rolled down the ground at the same time as he landed, temporarily succeeding in reducing the number of enemies, although the ice also broke.

And when I rise my soul eater to the cane, I approach the core as I fly with one leg.

Regardless, there is no way we can move satisfactorily in this state or anything.

On mothers approaching from behind, and on arms stretching from their feet, it is assumed that they will be caught up - lodging the plana of choice in their swords.

"Phew..."

That's just how much it generates to remember how lightly to notice.

I mean, Flam is going to fight here.

Mothers approaching.

Attracting to the limit, plus the floor was raised, making sure countless arms came out.

"Ahhhhhh!

He stabbed his sword to the floor with both hands and burst the accumulated plana.

Blade wind with blowing magic.

The arms at his feet, as well as the mothers who were approaching him, blew away with their bodies torn apart.

The road opens.

The leg regeneration was also completed.

All you have to do is head straight to the core and wave your sword.

'I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it. Ah! I don't want to die! It's not your fault, you motherfucker who gave birth to me like this! Why should I be unhappy? Whoa!

It's selfish bullshit everywhere.

"You're a good adult, and then you could have chosen all sorts of things with power in the church, even though it was you who lived in such a fucking way!

Truncate, throw up, run unstoppable.

Wall of meat, three buried black cores.

In such a strong sense of fatigue that the body feels heavy, the flam nevertheless accelerates.

Forward, forward, forward.

Everyone is waiting on the ground.

I just think of that face, and I'm getting as much power as I can.

"Tera-ah!

Core the soul eater in your right hand and stick it out sharply.

Its cutting-edge, but it never reaches its goal - a huge face (...) that shows up from the wall lukewarmly, bites off every right arm.

"Ahhhhhh!

The roar of a beastly mother, abandoned no longer by femininity and so on, echoes.

"Ahhhhhhhh!

But Fram hasn't lost either.

Total mobilization of physical brainpower wanting to deceive and stop screaming pain.

Firstly, the magic of inversion is planted on the right arm, which has been cut off a thousand times, and is broken in the mouth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Mother who is destroyed and tormented in the face, but not until the core disappears.

But there's nothing to block anymore.

Moving forward, I can use my remaining left arm to try and hold my soul eater.

Shortly after, her legs were grabbed by countless arms stretching out of the floor and spun by the power of Origin.

The toe turns back, the goggles, and the blunt sound propagates through the body to the ear.

A growing body of mothers who were further back fired rounds of rotation - several of them hit.

Some viscera is missing and the flam loses to the left arm.

I told you, I'm not dying! Kill you, kill all the others, and I'll get the whole thing back!

A winning mother.

After doing that, the presence of my "mother”, once I recognized it, would not disappear.

Still, I had to believe that, but he had no more way left.

But even in a cornered situation, naturally Flam won't give up.

I even assumed that there would be as much counterattack as this.

It's a lie, it's a little strong.

- Painful, painful, I want to go home early, I want to talk to Cyril properly, hug her with Milkit, and even eat something delicious with everyone and take a bath and sleep like she's dead.

And I want to change my worn out clothes, and sometimes I want to go shopping to buy cute clothes.

Anyway - there was a lot I wanted to do.

So no matter how hard it is, you can't give up.

"Even I... here, I'm dying. Ahhhhhhh!

inverted (reversal), the flam amputates the grabbed legs by its own will.

A torso that bounces in recoil, losing both hands and legs and worn out.

Still, I wasn't a little short until I got to the core.

But she exercises gravitational inversion, fluttering and floating orbital modification, reaching the crystal where the force swirls, painfully.

'No way, with such a body... Huh!?

Flam pulled his soul eater out of subspace with his mouth.

What you need to break the core is not the power of slashing, but the magic of inversion.

In other words, in any position, destruction is possible if something (...) that can accommodate magic comes into contact.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Tilt the sword only with the power of your neck.

The belly of the blade came into contact with a triangle-arranged core.

Magic to be poured in.

Origin's forces begin to rotate backwards, unable to withstand the negative energy generated, and the crystal crumbles.

PAKI - When the supply of power by the core stopped, the mothers, who were approaching the flam, stopped moving and the pulsation of the wall also subsided.

I lost my limbs and legs. The flam should fall all the way down, lying on a soft floor, exhaling loudly, "Ahhh".

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!

Mother raised the roar of the Terminator.

Blood loss from the wall of meat, and all collapse begins.

'Oh, oh... oh, oh... break, go...'

The colors disappear and decay from everything, both in the womb that wraps the king's capital and in the room with the flam.

'I don't like it... I don't want to die, I don't want to end up in this unpaid life...'

Flam felt sincere pity for the voices he heard from nowhere.

How did you grow up as a child?

Did no one stop on the way?

I guess I didn't meet anybody who would let me change direction.

"Hey, Fram Apricot... you must be a hero, right?

The mezzanine is gentle at times, but cruel at times.

There is no such thing as equality in this world.

I never met anyone, Flam.

I never met anyone, Milkit.

Cyril, who never met anyone - just imagining that, Flam felt chilly.

Everyone has the potential to go the wrong way.

"You broke the irrational with the power of inversion, and you saved the ink, too, didn't you? Then do something about me. '

That's not why I'm treating this irresponsible man as a “victim”.

Flam pushed Mike Smithy cold as he snuck up on death for the moment.

"I can't save your life if it's inverted."

Finally, the floor collapses and Flam's body falls to the surface pulled by gravity.

By then, his hands and feet had almost regenerated.

"... what, it"

Hear the man you hear, in the wind all over your body.

'I don't like it, I don't... I don't want to die, is there such an irrational thing... I, I... am...'

Flam grips the soul eater with his regenerated right hand as he falls.

"Keep that many people involved, there's no way that's going through."

And waved lightly, flying the blade of the plana.

It remained painfully, slicing live (...) flesh pieces.

Then... the voice of a man who was constantly drooling through the grudge festival stopped perfectly.

"Ha... it's finally over..."

I feel like it was a very long fight.

The number of victims is unparalleled, and the streets overlooking it, though safe parts by the way, have been hit hard.

Reconstruction will take a long time.

But aside from whether I'm happy or not, Frams' house was safe.

There is a grin in her mouth that freefalls.

"Well, it's about time -"

The surface is getting closer.

We need to slow down the speed with gravitational inversion and get ready to land.

That's what I thought. To Flam's vision,

"Welcome back, Flam"

Hilariously, Cyril appears with tears in her eyes.

"... I'm home, Cyril"

She should still have been higher than the top of the cathedral, but if she did say she could fly to that ceiling, it would be possible to reach this altitude by jumping.

But when you can actually show it, you can't help but be stunned.

Cyril lands lightly on both legs, holding Flam's body with both hands.

As he began walking in the so-called princess hugging position, his revived companions rushed over.

"Wait, Cyril, let me down! Put me down because I'm ashamed!

Somehow I can't be seen around Eterna - Flam rumbled to get it to open up quickly, but Cyril just laughs refreshingly "I'm better than I thought" and doesn't seem to let me go.

She's usually modest and weak, but she's stronger than ever today.

Rather than, Flam's words are not conveyed.

That must have been all she was happy to be back safely.

Thinking about it, Flam couldn't have rejected it any more forcefully either.

"I don't have a choice..."

I still have a bad feeling about compromising and accepting but seeing Eterna first.

Everyone who escaped the cocoon on their own, including her, seems to be healed by Maria's healing magic.

Nevertheless, after all those major injuries, I want you to be quiet.

However, approaching Eterna has a slight look on her face as expected as she peeks into Flam's face.

"Flam, cheat. I can tell Milkit."

"Is that the first voice..."

To a shuddering flam, Eterna rarely shook her shoulder and laughed.

And now with a gentle grin, I stroke Flam's head pounding.

There were no words in particular, but she was worried about me a lot.

"You're annoying, Mr. Flam"

"Yes... Maria is the one"

Next to Linus, she honestly twisted about Flam.

After the fight with the mute, she wasn't there when she woke up.

I was just wondering if maybe he'd be gone again this time, and what's left here was a little surprising to Fram.

No - he'll probably disappear again in a while.

I don't think I can normally live like this, and I don't think she feels like it at all.

"I'm totally stuck in the middle of an enemy operation. It's not funny, if it weren't for Fram, he'd be dead."

"Oh, hell, you owe Flam again."

"No, I don't"

Until a while ago, I thought they were people out of reach.

I can't believe they praise me like that.

The unfamiliar flam could only blush and haunt his cheeks.

"The sky...!

Cyril looks up to heaven and squeals.

From the gap between the collapsing ceilings, the light of the sun plunged into the king's capital.

The cocoon has also slowly fallen to the surface, losing its power, and has dissolved and disappeared so that the balloon can crack at the same time as the landing.

Seeing the view of the King's capital as it turned out, Flam realized once again that the fierce battle was over.

Many people would have sacrificed themselves - but still, there are people who could have saved them.

"Thanks to Fram."

"I couldn't have done it without Cyril."

"Yikes, I couldn't win without Flam"

"Yeah, 'cause Cyril was there."

"... surprisingly compelling"

'Cause you can't back out there.

Just because I gave you a handle doesn't make Flam arrogant.

Then Linus starts to get on track, before the humble two.

"Don't you think it's okay that we win?

"We've done very little"

"Right, too weak to call it a handle"

but instantly denied by Eterna and Gadio, he pointed his lips to rot infidelity.

"Uh, nothing, okay? While Fram was fighting upstairs, he said we worked hard for him. Hey, Maria."

"Heh heh, well, I think you've all been working hard"

It's been a long time since we heard Maria laugh together.

Linus seems to have been particularly pleased with it and continues to get on with the rap afterwards.

“Childrens” completely collapsed during such a futile conversation.

A blue sky with no clouds appears overhead.

In the warm sun, Flam feels a strong drowsiness.

Needless to say, she is quite tired.

But you just thought sleeping in Cyril's arms was a lot of crap, and you were desperate to endure it.

"Fine. Good night, Flam."

I got permission from him in person.

When this happens, I can't fight it anymore.

Flam slowly closed his eyes and let himself be comfortable.