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

A piece of paper crept into Linus's room from the outside.

miraculously came in through a window gap. He stood up and picked it up from his chair as he headed to the desk.

"Are you finally here?"

I have a grin on my mouth.

I wondered what would happen when Flam was put in jail, but if she was on her side as far as Negas in addition, there was nothing to fear anymore.

When he takes the pen that was rolling over the desk, he writes back and puts it out the window gap in the same way.

Then the pieces of paper rode in the wind and followed the same route as when they came back to Negas.

"Take hostages, take memories, but not all human movements can be controlled. He said he saw too much connection between people."

When I said that and sat in the chair again, I left my body behind without even gripping the pen this time and looked up at the ceiling.

There's nothing I can do about it.

Even if it looks like a trail now, there must be a way out somewhere.

"As long as the fight is over... there's as much time as there is, that's all you need to do, right?

Hopefully, I wanted to believe it from the bottom of my heart.

But...

"No, let's not"

That's what he said and shook his head left and right.

I can't help but think about the aftermath of the fight.

Now I just think, with her, about getting out of the castle.

◇ ◇ ◇

When Neigus grabs a reply from Linus, he reads out what's written in front of everyone.

"'The way out is supposed to be in order, and then we can always decide as long as you cooperate."

"It's like I knew you guys were coming."

"Maybe you heard about the hostage rescue. That's the kind of guy you're good at, this Linus thing."

It wasn't just a simple battle, it was Linus who got all sorts of requests, including infiltration, intelligence, and the exploitation of unexplored areas, and even climbed to the S-ranks.

He is inferior to Gadio in combat power, but with his total contribution in the party, he might have been a little higher.

"'There are collaborators here too. With your hand, the operation has been conveyed to Cyril too. But there's one big problem." "

"... that"

The look on Milkit's face clouds.

Big problem - I could somehow have predicted that it was related to the flam.

"'Fram is locked in an underground prison after being deprived of his memory'"

An eye that opens wide.

And her trembling lips spin a weak voice.

"I can't believe you're taking away memories like that..."

The first emotion that dominated Milkit was fear.

The Lord may have forgotten about himself, he may be treated as someone else the moment he meets his face.

I feel like I just left myself and went far away.

"Mill kit......"

Ink looked worried, gripping the sleeve of Milkit's clothes.

"I've never heard of magic that completely takes away memories, I'm sure it's just sealed."

"Then maybe I can recover from some other magic."

To encourage her to be depressed, the two said.

But Milkit hadn't sunk that far.

Sure, it was the first time I feared, but I immediately denied it.

Your husband can't have forgotten about me.

If you think backwards, "I had to think so".

I forgot about myself, if you admit it, it breaks my heart.

It is so strongly dependent on the flam by then.

But if you think positively, “I believe".

The two are bound by strong affection, and even if they lose their memories, they should remember them the moment they see their faces.

If we didn't get our memories back, each other's emotions should remain there.

So there's nothing to be afraid of.

And it's a strong sense of purpose that sprouts at the same time.

Whatever happens, we have to get Flam out of jail and hug him, he said.

"I'm fine. Because your husband can't possibly forget me."

"Hot."

To Keraina's tearing words, Milkit said, "On?" and leaning his neck neatly.

"In that case, Fram, you and Saila and Milkit might be right for a rescue mission."

"Rescue ops, do you?

"Yes, thank you. I can't seem to get around the escape. So I sneak into the chaotic gap of my Yang Dynasty and Hero Escape and take Fram away."

Saila seems to have a heavy load on her own, but if she can even get her flam gear back, she's also a fine fighter.

Even if it gets in the way, Kimaira would be able to handle it up to about the werewolf type.

"Don't you have my turn?

"Keraina might want to stay outside the King's Capital with Harom and Ink first."

"It feels like it's out of a mosquito net."

"It's important to protect your children."

Neigus said as he stroked Halom's head.

Harrom who was frightened at first, but now he's narrowing his eyes in a way that feels good.

"I'm being treated like a child with you too..."

"It's not true, I'm sorry."

To the dissatisfied ink, Negas had no choice but to laugh bitterly.

"Gadio hopes you're intact, too."

"... right, okay"

That's all they say, Keraina can't help but be convinced.

"And then there's Wellsey..."

"I'm - I'm not getting out of the King's Capital." The heroes were being held hostage and forced to cooperate with Satooki. "

"Make it," laughed Welsey, showing her white teeth.

If you hand out newspapers with hero escape and timing, people might believe the article a little too.

If any distrust of Satooki is created, her side will gradually increase.

This was a great opportunity for her, too.

"Well, if so, shall I reply"

"What do you write and give back?

Standing up, Neigus smiled invincibly and said.

"The decision is tomorrow, before dawn"

Apparently she said it with the intent of a decision dialogue, but it doesn't work for Sarah.

She pointy her mouth with a slightly frightened face.

"... Isn't it too soon?

"It's just as good as everyone thinks it's too soon, the longer you stay, the more risk you'll find it? As much as I'd like to start right now if it's true."

Exactly. Now, Linus and the others don't have the convenience to weigh in.

But as for Neigus, I'd like to say goodbye early from the middle of this enemy land.

"Anyway, if you're going to, and you don't have anything to prepare for, you should probably get some sleep from now on."

That said, she began to write back by borrowing a pen from Welsey.

The other members don't seem to be coming pin when they say it's tomorrow morning.

But whether you come or not, the date and time of the decision will not change.

If the time comes, you'll face reality even if you don't like it.

◇ ◇ ◇

Inside the royal castle, the infirmary.

The red-haired woman, who had been asleep for a long time, opened her eyes slightly.

At the same time, it brings back memories.

That he worked an assault on Fram Apricot without being able to contain his emotions.

And that your sister (...) blamed you for that, and cut your stomach in despair.

But being conscious in this way must have killed him.

The moment my beloved sister hates me, Otilier's existential significance loses.

I thought so from the bottom of my heart that there was no point in being alive.

I still think the same way.

I don't know why I exist here, because I'm worthless other than what she thinks I am.

Everything from the moment I was born to the present, from the top of my head to my toes, without any excess, belongs to Henriette.

I've devoted time, effort and everything to her.

It was also for her that she became deputy general.

My heart is moving, my blood is circling my body, everything.

She doesn't even know for herself why Otilier is so intoxicated by Henriette.

I've admired her as a "whore” for living in the neighborhood ever since I got my mind on her.

She may have had a weak position within her family as her second daughter.

So my family was the only one, who treated me gently, even if the blood wasn't connected, only Henriette.

Is that why it seems so?

I don't know anything else.

Otilier was that kind of person, I can't find any other words to explain it.

"Sister..."

It's all for your sister, both the dreams you see and the future you want.

It was a routine tea meal for such an Otilier to see the phantom of Henriette.

Her imagination was really real, and I could remember everything vividly from the splints in Henriette's hair I saw that day to the wrinkles in her clothes just once.

So no matter how clear you look in your sight, I don't think it's unnatural.

That's an illusion.

Your sister abandoned herself, she couldn't possibly smile at me while she held her own hand like that.

"Sister, I..."

"I guess it's not in the book yet, huh? You should get some rest."

I even heard voices.

Henriette-specific, sweet smell also.

There was also a feeling and plumping of the skin on the hands.

What a realistic dream.

No matter how much Otilier, it's hard to reproduce this far.

Have you sinked into the abyss of disappointment, too, where reality escapes have progressed and visionary abilities have grown to this point?

Or - the real thing?

"There, are you there?

"Hmm? Huh, are you still asleep? I'm real, Henriette."

Dreams are unnaturally appealing to reality.

I couldn't believe it.

"Do you doubt that eye? All right, well, if you don't like it, I'll show you that it's real."

That's what Henriette said. She reached inside the futon - flanking, with her index finger.

"Hiya!?

Sweet sensations run electrically all over Otilier's body.

My body bounced reflexively and I heard a very embarrassing voice.

Seeing that reaction, Henriette is laughing Kerakera like a child.

"Ha ha, you're still weak here, Otilier is"

It used to be something that was suddenly touched on the flank from behind.

Still, it was a childhood story, though innocent exchanges have also decreased over the past few years.

"Sister... don't do anything weird..."

"Weird? I thought this would be normal between us."

Henriette may not have noticed, but Otilier isn't responding because he's ticklish.

Literally, the flank is "weak" - that's what I mean.

Besides, if the other person is Henriette, then even the body jumps.

Placing his hand on his chest, he quenched Bakubaku's squeaking heart, Otilier exhaled loudly and asked her.

"Why is your sister here?

Hit and change to give her a serious look, but Henriette answers with a grin.

Fram Apricot preached to me.

Otilier's heart is not calm about that hateful Flam name coming up.

"... what?

"To put it bluntly," Your perception is sweet, "right? Totally right, I underestimated what I had done"

"That woman, she looks great against your sister...!

"Ha, but it's true. I didn't see the reality of what Otilier thought of me."

"Am I going to...?

Henriette, over the futon, laid her hand on Otilier's belly.

"It would have hurt"

'Cause I did it myself.'

"No, this is my sin. So you have to put a bully on it."

Hold tight to Otilier's eyes, she says away.

"Hey Otilier, aren't you going to quit the army?

It was - for Otilier, a kind of death sentence.

If you get out of the army, even you can't be by the busy Henriette.

No longer others.

Family aside, lovers aside, become equal to featherworms crawling on the ground.

Otilier weeps in his eyes and bites his lips.

Henriette then rushed on like this.

"Oh wait, no, no! You don't just quit the army, that... my mansion, or my secretary. I wanted my support somewhere that had nothing to do with the fight."

"... to?

"I can't stay close without power, I guess that assumption would have made you anxious?

Otilier, while unconditionally believing in Henriette, did not trust the emotions he was given by her.

No, it's not generally Otilier's fault.

Neither did Henriette try to reward herself by sweetening herself to a situation where she would follow her unconditionally.

"It will be hard to believe even if you tell them in words. So I wanted you to know by changing your position. Of course, it's inferior to its current status, but it's -"

"Sister..."

"Hmm?"

"Are you sure?

Tears still don't dry.

But what was now moisturizing her eyes was not grief.

The overwhelming, over-the-tolerance joy - filling the whole body is still not enough capacity and is about to overflow.

"That was worrying," laughed Henriette, who, at his convenience, was sorry to strip him of his position as deputy general.

Not at all. Fram was right, that's how it hurts.

I was watching sweetly.

I understood they were quite liked, but not enough words to that extent.

Her honesty and all that - before Otilier's affection, it was too trivial a problem.

"It's more of a dialogue over here, are you sure that's okay?

"Heh heh... heh, that's a stupid question, sister. Huh!

Ha ha, and when I get out of bed, Otilier hugs Henriette.

Her expression had a really happy full smile on her face.

"When should I stop, tomorrow? Or today!?

"Don't panic so much, the army will be confused"

"O'Tillier can't do this right now! If I can stay by your sister's side, I will give you my status and my life immediately!

"Relax, Otilier, at least until the war with the Demons is over."

"Demons! You're at war with the Demons!

O'Tillier's voice, which reached the top of the tense, was completely up.

What's more, it's strange to see, and the expression isn't very much but it's not something that others can show you.

She says with a rough nose and excitement as she hugs Henriette full of strength.

"I don't feel like losing to anyone right now! And to the Demons! And to Fram Apricot! All over the world, for whom! Hahahahahaha!

Glance, laughing softly Otilier.

In an underground prison, Flam nodding with his knees, I don't know yet.

My statement is that Otilier, the natural enemy, has been completely revived.

◇ ◇ ◇

And the night passes, and the sky is enveloped in darkness, and the king's capital sleeps quietly.

I no longer have to hide my face, and I took off my robe and walked away in grandeur, Negas.

Keraina and Harrom have escaped outside, Milkit and Saila lurk in place and Welsey head to the Central District with a bunch of newspapers in one hand.

In the castle, on the other hand.

Linus, Eterna and Gadio sharpen their minds in preparation for the promised time.

Cyril waited for time as well, anxious about her (...) presence, who had informed herself of her escape plan.

The only person who doesn't know anything is Fram.

She lays in jail and sleeps swallowing.

The lights of the stars are also blocked by thick clouds, before the dawn when black reigns.

Negas looks up at the high castle and swirls his magic in his hands.

- On time.

It's all spirited, d flashly blowing up counter-attack werewolf smoke.

"Windburst - Illegal Formula!

Goo-wow!

Sphere of wind to be ejected.

The whirlwind sphere burst into abundance at the same time as it came into contact with the walls.

As with time, they in the castle, they outside the castle, move out.

"Now it's our turn to do whatever we want!

Linus leaps out of the room and laughs.

They did whatever they wanted (...) The Heroes' backlash has now begun.