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I was standing in front of the lake again in the early morning.

There is no one in the lake. Only the remains of the vandalized tent remain.

There were no casualties, only some wounded. It's a healing magic level.

However, this is no longer a place to stay, so I decided to rush to the city a little further.

I woke up early, so I came all the way to the lake by myself.

The tent used by the students has been trampled and vandalized, and a pile of rough mud that was probably a mud doll has fallen all over the place.

But the lake itself doesn't change anything.

It remains quiet, probably unchanged for over a thousand years, as if there had been no noise yesterday.

No, compared to the old days...

Is there only one difference?

The water in the lake is still staring black.

Yeah, that's fine.

I've been wanting to try something here.

Last night I defeated the frenzied water spirits. That's when my magic arrow struck out the black core that was in the Spirit's chest.

That feeling.

The feeling of bouncing dirt off the water.

That feeling is purification - can it be applied to water purification?

Wouldn't this feeling also trigger evolution, as the shift in ideas prompted my magic arrow to break the limits of dispelmagic?

I can't calm down anymore if I think so.

I jumped out of my sleepless bed and came all the way here.

Give me your right hand, and I'll say the word that triggers it.

"Magic Arrow"

A white arrow released from my hand lands on the lake and raises a blister.

But that was it.

The shaken lake surface remained black and starchy.

I sighed and my body weakened.

I don't think so.

I don't think so.

I'm not going to screw it up with a single failure.

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

One white arrow after another lands on the lake. But none of them changed the color of the water.

Still I repeat.

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

"Magic Arrow"

Failure and frustration were all tasted ten years ago. I've known about my worthlessness for a long time.

But I decided to move on.

For the first time in ten years, I decided to open the door.

And that sight...

The miracle sight of Magic Arrow accomplishing Dispel Magic. That thing still burns in my brain and holds me back.

Miracles happen.

The accumulated effort will not be in vain.

I know that.

"Magic Arrow"

How repetitive would it have been already?

Suddenly it happened.

The water became clear all the time, mainly at the point where the bullet landed.

――

But a moment later, he was immediately swallowed up by the surrounding blackness and returned to normal.

I did see it.

I saw it.

Did you really see that?

I get a little anxious.

Then...... I'll have to try again.

"Magic Arrow"

I strike a magic arrow like I can see the water.

Magic arrows run through the surface of the lake as if it were a fish.

As if that white arrow showed the trajectory in which it ran - one clear path was drawn on the surface of the lake by purified water.

"Whoa, whoa...!

My voice leaked out of my mouth.

I... did it!

Following the dispel magic, even purification was made possible by magic arrows!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

I barked.

Just stay emotional.

I still have a way to go!

I still have a chance!

As if to show my future like that, one long road pierced by the lake was glittering with sunlight.

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At night, only the moonlight pours down the world.

In the dark palace courtyard - Lugard was waving his sword alone.

He was originally a magical knight who was also promised the future in the kingdom. The sharpness of that sword technique has something to keep an eye on.

It was an enthusiastic exercise just to watch, but Lugard stopped moving again and sent his gaze to the obsessed darkness.

"What can I do for you?

"Hey hey hey hey hey... no alarm or gap yet......"

Saying so, coming out of the darkness was a little old man with a robe together. I wear a hood deep in my eyes and I can't see my face very well.

"Son of Darkness...... You have completed the forging of the Devil's Sword. Take this."

The old man squeals his fingers properly.

At the same time, a sword appeared before Lugard's eyes.

"This is... Um"

When Lugard threw the sword he had before on the ground, he did not hesitate to grab and pull out a new sword.

I feel a disastrous pressure from the pitch-black blade that appeared.

Demon Sword - Darin Slave.

Once upon a time, the Dark King loved the Devil's Sword.

Lugard cut the sky twice and three times in Darinslave. I can tell just by shaking it. How this demon sword holds the power of a monster. I was about to shake my arm just to have it.

"That's horrible, this is"

Neither is the sword I used in practice until just now. It's the kind of business you'd never have if you weren't a famous swordsman.

But compared to the Devil's Sword Der Insreib - it's a crap that's not even comparable.

"Hey, hey, hey... that's right. A king's weapon with the power to dominate the world. There's something like that."

The old man laughed contentedly before continuing.

"It's a superimposition to please your child. Have you spent six months working out on Lake Biharne?"

Lugard was also listening to the story.

The Devil's Sword Darin Slave was decaying. We needed a lot of water to resurrect it, and we needed a lot of space to get rid of the massive amount of black spirits that would arise in the ritual.

That's where I got my eye on Lake Biharne.

"At first I was well on my way to deception, but it's still hard to keep deceiving Carlisle's kid. A fact-finding team came from the Royal Academy of Magic.

Good, I laughed all the time and the old man kept going like this.

"But, well... we were better at one."

"Good sword. Let's thank you."

Lugard put Darinslave in his sheath.

"What the hell. If it's for our petition. I'll spare you my labor. All hard work pays off when our only wish is fulfilled. Please, my darkness."

And the old man went on like this at the end.

"The Dark Ages Again"

Lugard nodded.

I betrayed my country and held the Devil's Sword in my hand. I can't turn back. I'm not even going to turn back.

So this was the only word that would be spit out of my mouth.

"The Dark Ages Again"