Virtuous Old Man, SSS-Rank is Confirmed in Your Next Life

"Then, stupid! Marcosias! Stand up, Marcosias!

The old man remained stuck in the air, disturbed and shouted.

The man to whom the angel Marcosias was in fell down in depression, fading away gradually.

"Is this... the same as when he was there?

"Right, Shaomai. The soul of an angel has returned to its original place."

"Silly! You mean you knocked him down! That's not possible. What did you do, kid!

"You're not the one who's been putting on Niley."

I laughed bitterly.

"Stupid...... you mean you knocked that one down with a force push? Stupid......"

"You're so shocked..."

Shaomai sympathized with the old man.

Not so long ago, the old man looked shocked.

The old man was left alone.

I figured it out in my earlier interaction, I'm not the kind of person you can have a decent conversation with.

"More than that... Dear Alexander"

"Yeah, more than that, right?"

Me and Shaomai nodded at each other and at the same time saw the middle-aged gentleman who appeared in front of us.

I can tell by looking over my glasses.

The human flesh, liberated from the vessels pushed in by the old man, is the angel Marcosias.

Marcosias stood in a dazed manner.

"You know what I mean?

……

Call but no response.

"Marcosias?"

……

"What's wrong, haven't you come back yet?"

"Hmmm...... I wonder what's going on"

The person in front of you is definitely Marcosias, and yet he's not responding.

Thinking about what that means.

There was an anomaly in Marcosias.

Suddenly he suffers, and he squeezes his throat.

Shaomai approaches Marcosias, who groans and suffers.

"Dear Angel...?

"Dangerous Shaomai!

Marcosias' movements stopped for a moment.

At that moment, I freaked out.

My body moved before I thought about it.

Jump in between Shaomai and Marcosias and set up the Sword of the Wise so that whatever happens.

Marcosias rising from a noose, slowly raising his face, his eyes emitting a different light.

Things change even more dramatically.

Marcosias' body became light.

Until then, it was the light that was what people looked like, and they flew in the direction of the day after tomorrow at tremendous speed.

"Duh, what's going on?"

"I don't know, but I don't have a good feeling."

"Heh, heh..."

The old man laughed.

"What's wrong with you?

"You've done it, kid"

"What?

"Why do you think you put the soul of an angel into the human flesh?

"Because it's to make you stronger, isn't it?

What now? - No!

"It's too late"

"Come on!"

I jumped out.

Using flying magic, he flew with Shaomei and chased after Marcosias.

"What is it, Master Alexander?"

"Hershel's secret, which is that a highly-ranked soul makes it stronger by putting it in low-ranked flesh, but I had better conditions."

"Detailed terms?

"The greater the difference between the ranks of soul and flesh, the stronger the power becomes. It's what makes inequality stronger."

"Disparities...... Ah, there are a lot of monsters in this magic school right now!

"Yeah, I'm sure it'll be stronger to put it in a monster than a human. And."

"And?

You still got it? Shaomai with a face.

"That grandfather said, 'You've done it'. I mean, that's not us, that's not convenient for my grandfather. Maybe it's very inconvenient."

……

I could hear Shao Mei's throat pounding.

I flew, I increased my speed even more.

"There he is!

After hopping over many of the buildings in the school building and over a small pond and a woodland that seemed like it, I found Marcosias on the ground.

No, it's a monster with Marcosias' soul in it.

Landing with Shaomai.

She's been clinging to me.

"Pi, pillings......"

It was like a fluffy white hairball in front of me, with cute hands and feet stretched out of a hairball for both my head and my thin hands holding this stick.

A monster known for his weakness and cuteness, Pillings.

Weakness, on the contrary, now turns into an object of fear.

Pillings jumps in and waves down this stick.

Take it with the sword of a wise man.

Bishi!

My foot I took, the ground broke.

The ground cracks, me and Shaomai falling.

"Ahhh!

"Grab it, Shaomei!

Flying up using flying magic, jumped over the ground and up into the air, but Pillings came under further attack.

As if the rubber ball were going to bounce, it shows tremendous bouncing force, fleshy and beats me up with this stick.

Meet with the Sword of the Wise.

Gakeen!

Antagonistic power, shock waves splash.

"Oh, the sky broke..."

Shaomai stunned in his arms.

Pillings, containing the soul of Marcosias, is indisputably strong, several times stronger than when he was a human figure.

"Ha... ahhh!

Comparison of forces since accepting.

Squeeze the sword of a good sage and play Pillings with all your might.

Pillings was slapped down on the ground and we landed too.

Right around the corner where Pillings landed, there were two humans.

He's a low-ranking soul, a person with a monster soul in it.

Pillings sifted this stick without hesitation and killed it instantly.

Pillings-Marcosias.

"You have no vision."

"Ri, is there no reason?"

"Maybe this is what your grandfather said," You've done it. "

"Ah..."

"Shaomei, stay away from me a little."

Are you all right, Master Alexander?

"It's okay, 'cause no matter what happens, I'm not getting that one out of this magic school"

I'm still good inside this magic school.

Maybe all the faculty and students will swap souls with monsters and defeat = help.

But when we get out of here, maybe it's the Holocaust waiting ahead.

It is a pillings-marcosias massacre that has lost its reason.

Why did you bring an angel to man? The old man said it was because the monster's body couldn't control it.

Originally punished enough to be demonized, Marcosias, if things get out of control and rampaging around, it will turn out worse and worse at the next last instance.

So stop here.

Pillings rushed in.

Meet with this stick, change the flow of power and bust it straight up.

Pillings flying up with tremendous momentum, that momentum should get you up to 1000 meters.

I have a little time until it falls.

I put the sword of the wise man to the ground.

Magic on the ground in front of you, the ground is awesome.

"What do you do, Master Alexander?"

"Right..."

I continue my magic as I look for words to it.

Made a simple doll made of soil, homunculus.

And use Hershel's secret method, which I heard from the Sword of the Wise.

Put your soul on a temporal flesh that is less ranked than Homunculus - the flesh of today.

I saw a series of things on Shaomai's face with a poker face.

"- Transformation, I guess."

Said.

"... Wow!

Shaomai understood what I wanted to do with such a respectfully moving face.