Hyaku Ma No Aruji

- Analyze it.

Shortly after the "Bell of the Cathedral of Oneiros" rang, Merea consciously activated the "Devil's Eye of the Surgical God" to look up at the walls of the black wind.

- Look.

If you're a regular person, the load is so much that your brain could burst into the amount of information that comes in.

- Everything.

In the meantime, the wind won't stop falling while crushing everything over a few kilometres around us.

――

The huge amount of the enclosed surgical ceremony was neat enough to even feel the beauty.

- The ceremony in the world, it's so messy.

At this time, Merea was looking at a certain procedure, apart from Van's.

"Oh -"

At this time, Merea did not activate the Inversion Formula.

The information flowing through my eyes reflects visibly and indiscriminately in my head.

When thoughts accelerated and even shaken out their thoughts, a 'feeling' was born in Melea.

"Ahhhh -"

Wordless.

Merea just tried to 'disassemble' the procedure.

Raise your hands in heaven and open them, as if to receive a wall of black wind.

- Direct. No. Before that, the city breaks down.

If I could touch that surgical formula directly, I was sure I could break it down.

- Put space, through, force, in that place.

I tried to touch it from afar because if I tried to touch it directly, the city would break before then.

- Right, move that one.

If I watched the ceremony of the world, I felt I could do that.

- ■ ■, ■ ■, above. ■, ■ ■.

Words disappear.

Everything sank into the sea of senses.

――

And then, on that day, the Demon God took a piece of the world...

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Since "The Golden Tears" began to flow from Merea's eyes, Merea had a certain hunch.

That wasn't firm enough to be perceived as a certainty on its own, but as it pursues the day it becomes clearer.

At first, the discord felt in the "city of art, Virgilia".

When I saw a watery light on Juliana's body on stage.

Now I know.

That wasn't a surgical light.

Maybe that was Juliana's refined movement, the light of action.

- People, unknowingly, are interfering with the ceremony of the world.

Whatever, it's not something you can do overnight.

But apart from the Devil's Eye, Juliana was interfering in "The Ceremony of Man" with the song and dance obtained at the end of the drill from Mizu.

- Everything is a ceremony.

The world, the humans.

Everything in this world can be expressed in a formula.

- Then is it God who freely manipulates the ceremony?

Paranormal beings who don't even know if they're there.

But I don't think it would be difficult if I understood the principles.

- Ah.

Merea tries to move the ceremony of the world without hesitation.

Like when a child touches a toy they are given for the first time, without malice or carelessness.

- No, I can't.

But when I touched the ceremony of the world and tried to move it, something in my body felt uneven.

If we move the ceremony we are still touching, this body falls apart and disintegrates.

It's as if God punishes you for moving something you shouldn't.

Melea was convinced at this time that she was also a part of the world.

- So, what do we do?

Things in this world must not inadvertently move the ceremony of the world.

If a person's ceremony is still, trying to move the ceremony of the greater world returns its recoil to itself, which is also a part of the world.

- You're in trouble.

I often thought about it, and Melea came up with it.

- Ah.

"There it is".

Something not in this world.

- Misty painting (Killier) ■ ■ ■.

Merea repeats her former name.

- Yes, this soul.

This soul is not the only thing in this world.

- "I," as "■ ■ ■," you can touch it.

The key to that is in you.

At the end of the open gate.

Deep in the soul.

On that day, Merea unleashed what she had inherited from herself, not from the English spirits.

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"Underdeveloped...?

Such an idiot.

Van was heartily amazed to see the black-style wall he had created scattered in an instant.

"The bell..."

Looking up, the "Bell of the Cathedral of Oneiros" itself has disappeared somewhere.

"Merea......?

Fu, Van noticed Melea's anomaly in a remote position.

The body is flooded with golden spermatozoa.

"That's..."

Inside Merea, the spermatozoa of the English spirits, who were magicians, are bound to the limits of the allowable amount of their flesh.

In terms of the amount of spermatozoa, Merea would be at the point of human arrival.

But Van didn't know the golden sperm that was flooding out of Merea's body today.

"Huh!"

And as Van struggled to grasp the situation, Melea's eyes turned to this one.

There are golden tears in my eyes.

At the next moment, Van lost sight of Merea.

"Van."

And the next moment, I heard voices from behind.

"How did you get here now?"

"I don't know"

Merea's voice was unexpectedly calm.

"I don't know either."

But Van perceives that Merea is bewildered.

"But I kind of know how this is gonna happen."

Turn around.

There was a troubled grin about Merea.

At that time Van realizes that the necromancy ceremonial restraints that hung on his body have disappeared.

"... Ha, has it evolved in that direction"

Van looked into Merea's eyes and saw the golden spermatozoa flowing from her body, gaining a certain certainty.

"You know something? Van."

Melea puts her neck in small pieces.

"Well, a little bit."

Van finally sat down on the spot, feeling his powers fall out of his body.

"The one from Flander and Leilas had my hopes up for you. I finally know what it really means."

Van sees his fingertips accidentally diminished.

"You've moved the World Ceremony."

……

Van stopped looking at his fingers and looked up at Melea.

"Melea, do you know what you inherited from Leilas"

Asked by Van, Melea slapped her neck again.

"This hair?

"That's one thing. But it's not. You've inherited something else from Leilas."

Van pointed to Merea's eyes with his nearly disappearing finger.

"Those eyes."

"Eyes?"

"Yes, you are succeeding your eyes from the White Emperor Leilas-Riff-Remusee."

It was my first ear.

"If you're not awake, that's fine. That's what Leilas said. 'Cause I was even worried about letting him inherit in the first place, he was."

Because those eyes bring misfortune to those who possess them.

"Laylas has just had the ability to do that, and he's gone mad. The ancient magician who had similar abilities - the Palladion - went nuts in fact."

The ability was said to bring about people's despair.

"The White Emperor's Eye."

"White Emperor's... Demon Eye"

Merea touched her own eyes from above her eyelids.

"It's the eye that sees the World Ceremony. In addition, it can also be a key to touching the World Formula. But after watching too much of the world ceremony, it seems that people go crazy. Because of the wavering of ceremonies, people and the end of the world are made to understand."

Van sighs loudly.

"Also, I sometimes get that recoil on my body in an attempt to move the world ceremony with mundane things. Leilas had broken a bone in his body in the palace of Lemuse, trying to float his chamber's chair indulgently. Speaking of which, are you okay with your body?

"Yeah.... well, it hurts so much"

"I knew there couldn't be any recoil at all"

Van got a hairline and messed up.

"Anyway, it's dangerous to move the world ceremony consciously. Look at the Forest of the Knower. Originally, if the world ceremony is a rough place, there's still some room."

That forest is where the composition of the world is disturbed.

Merea remembers the story of Acacia.

"Well, but Leilas' eyes are a little different from yours right now. You know why?

Asked by Van, Melea thought.

"Flander's eye?

"Yes."

Van nods.

"Leilas could see the" World Ceremony "accurately, but didn't have as much affinity for the" Man's Generated Ceremony ". Flander's boy showed his power over the ceremony that man had created."

Merea has inherited the eye.

"It's a tiny nature. The world ceremony that was originally there and the ceremony that was created by people seem similar and different. But you can see both of them now. This is probably one of the things those two wanted to do"

The other, I was about to say, van's hand disappeared into a grain of light.

"Van......"

"Never mind, this is not your fault. Originally I wasn't allowed such a long time in the present world. You solved the Necromancer ritual, didn't you?

"Yeah......"

When Merea just spoke to Van, she touched that shoulder at the same time.

And 'untied' some of the ceremonies that were unfolding inside Van.

I sensibly understood that that was the part of the necromancy ceremony that involved restraint.

"It's a continuation of the story. The second of the hopes that Flander and Leilas have hung on you. - You realize somehow, too, don't you?

Van pointed to the golden sperm that was flooding from Merea's body with the hands of those who remained.

"Leilas knew that when humans in this world moved the world ceremony, its recoil would fall on the sorcerer himself, who was also a part of the world. So I thought about the art of countering that rule. That's you, Melea. It's you."

Van laughed a little better.

"Leilas was basically blatant and bright, but she is also a woman who was more desperate than anyone else at the destination of the world. Because Leilas kept watching World Ceremony, he knew what path this world would follow and what the end point would be. But I didn't want to admit it. He kept saying that everything was only 'possible'. What am I supposed to do with Flander? He was such a strong woman."

Van laughs in tease and fun.

"But well, I couldn't have done it without saying that he did, too. That's why I left you the possibility. I entrusted you with the hope of overturning the future of despair he saw."

"What did I wish for?"

Merea doesn't know that.

The future Leilas saw is still invisible to Melea.

So I couldn't even predict what kind of wish Leilas entrusted to me.

"Don't get me wrong, Melea. Nothing. Leilas isn't trying to tie you up with that hope. I entrusted hope, but I didn't even want that hope to come true. That's his mother."

Van's legs disappear.

"Live as you wish, he wished for you." Be healthy, "I guess. So you didn't hear from Flander or us that you inherited the White Emperor's Eye."

"I, so, okay..."

"That's okay. - That's okay, Melea."

Gently, Van said.

"I don't have time for this. If you're concerned, ask the others. Look, it's almost gone."

Van laughed rather joyfully as he looked at his disappearing body.

"Right, you, now they're calling me" White God "or" Demon God. "The Tyrant one said, 'Finally got a unique issue! Happy to hear that."

Van says as he rolls from his back to the ground and looks up into the sky.

"Well, maybe I'll see those guys sometime. Give him back to the sky, just like me. We are outsiders of our time. I'm not supposed to be here."

"... yeah"

Still, Merea wanted me to stay.

But I couldn't tell you.

"The key to the necromancy ceremony is primarily the 'relic' of that person. And then there's Edge, which is a guide to unloading your soul from the Heavenly Sea of Souls. You, this magician, have touched you."

It was touched through that emerald skeleton, though not directly.

"Maybe that's when they're pulling out the 'factor'. So as long as there are relics, this operator can unload the soul of the English Spirit. It's not complete though. The quality of the artifact limits the amount of time you can hold your soul."

Van was looking at the moon.

"Be especially careful with 'remains'. The remains of that person are excellent as the most soul-lowering primitive bodies. I can't stay that long because I'm not a bone, but in some cases, I've been dropped off in a more powerful state."

"Okay."

"And then when you see that sluggish fool, tell him."

It's about Celester.

"'I've grown Merea properly.'"

And Van's body was all wrapped up in light.

"Melea, I'll give you a name for that power at the end. Named after your unique issue."

Van's body and soul ascend into the sky in fine grains of light.

"The Devil's Eye of the White God, which sees everything in the world, and The Divine Authority of the Demon God, which rewrites the world by God. What do you say? That's me. That's super."

"It's a little crusty."

"Don't say that. A man would be cool and nasty. Oh, and I have something to say at the end."

The last voice came down from the sky.

"You're my pride."

teasing.

A dry sound echoed where Van slept.

The ear ornament Van had on his left ear is falling off.

"... yeah. I'm proud to be Van's son, too."

Merea picked up that ear decoration and put it on her left ear, just like Van did.

From Merea's eyes, a clear tear fell, one grain, zero.