the underground room of the Marcher family When he sees the person who appears there, he smiles a little.
　All the robes behind the doctrine of the Holy Light were already out of combat and trampled down by beautiful and vicious figures, both dolls and Vihela.
　And I could say to myself that while I hadn't managed to get a fatal blow against Ray, I've had a number of minor wounds, and the situation is overwhelmingly unfavorable. 　
　Even if auxiliaries appeared on such a battlefield, there would have been no change in the number of troops.
　But Oriqueur knew. Pri, who appears here, is not good at fighting, but he has the power of many jewels that adorn him repeatedly. at the cost of the jewel the jewel of great power by sacrificing blood, flesh, soul, and magic
　The evidence would be a blow of thunder on Nact.
　Nact, who is also a party bandit in his own way, the famous blade of sound, was shot out of combat.
　Of course, there was a time when Tevia was distracted about the magic team that Nact had started. However, Pri's jewelry power was beneficial, considering that he never allowed any response.
　In addition...

"Master, Gomeileyodoozo,"

　About 30 dolls that appear from behind such a purifier. Leading the dolls is Pri's masterpiece, a doll of about 30 cm in size that he always holds.

"Well, for now..."

　glance around the war situation of the war
　The doll I created was already inferior, and even though the Oricure of the Sacred Light Church was not fatally wounded, there were countless small wounds, and this is also likely to be defeated. Needless to say, the robes, who also work for Oriqueur.
　On the contrary, those who have attacked him, Bune is already out of breath because of his small build, and the other bandit is knocked unconscious on the floor by a blow of lightning.

(And it's possible to fight with that woman... a man? Yes, that woman has quite a high level of magic, but the man feels such a terrible magic that he doesn't care about it. I've never seen someone feel so magical.)

　the pretense of muttering inwardly while turning one's
　If you have the ability to feel the magic of the other person, you can lose your fighting spirit if you feel Ray's magic directly.
　But Pri understood Ray's magical powers but didn't do anything to be afraid of, and even smiled for joy.
　If you want to feed yourself, you'd better have that much magic. The magnitude of magic is one of the defining factors of a jewel's beauty.
　a paranoid obsession with jewelry Because of his obsession, Pri only recognizes Ray as a superb material.
　I came down to the ground as soon as the finish of the wizards was finished, but it was unexpected that the raiders were still rampant, and at the same time the strength of the Holy Light was almost destructive except for Oricure.
　Although it has the exact opposite meaning of the former and the latter has the opposite meaning.

(Oriqueur... no good.) Even though I'm in a poor position, I still have a lot of energy to spare. If that's the case, we'd better let them fight a little more like this. Besides, that boy must have a nickname of crimson. It would be a waste to use it, and if I could use it here, it would be a great loss to the magicians, so I wish they would be able to make a moderate use of it.)

　He turns his eyes to Oriqueur and finds out that the material he has been aiming for since he joined up with the Holy Knight religion still has sufficient strength, so he and Ray bump into each other to weaken each other.
　In the meantime, Pri's hand continued to caress the jewels of the ring on every finger.
　It's as if you can't hold back a laugh that's more fortunate than you'd expect.
　Finally, Pri's eyes were turned to a girl whose expression remained unchanged, but who could not mislead her with the intensity of her eyes.
　Unlike Ray and Vichela, Bune, in a way his biggest goal this time, smiles a little and calls out to Oriqueur, who is staring at Ray in a strange balance with his appearance.

"Oricure, I'm sorry, but I'm going to deal with the others, so please leave them with me for a while."
"...if possible, I should like you to send your troops to me." As you can see, it's a defensive situation."

　Reapier and Swordbreaker in hand, ready to respond to Rey's actions at any time.
　But Pri tried to put something into words. Things move.
　Ray swung his death size into a quarrel between the two.

"Fly off!"

　a flying attack with the words
　However, he knew of this skill that Ray likes to use a lot, even in Oriqueur. Therefore, without any particular panic, they avoid a sword attack that is squatted down on the spot.
　But it's predictable for Ray, too, and he kicks on the floor and steps on it to close the gap with Oriqueur and wields his death-size.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

　They quickly squat down and avoid a blow struck at their own neck, while simultaneously firing a sharp rapier at Ray's torso.
　While avoiding the attack with a death-size handle and a stonemate, he thrusts a stonemate at the torso of Oriqueur.

"Penetrate!"

　In an instant, the wind blows a blow with increased penetration, but once you see it, Oriqueur flies back and forth to distance himself.
　Ray is going after it.
　From there, the two-sword and two-sword battle between Rapia and Swordbreaker will resume, and the size of the battle is over 2m.

(...well, whoever wins, if I kill the rest, it will be a delicious flow.) It's a bit troublesome to keep it alive.)

　Pri, confirming the fierce battle between Ray and Oriqueur, gives a small smile.
　However, the gaze immediately turns to Bune, who can be said to be his real favorite.
　There is a young girl staring hard at herself.
　Even so, he still calmly understands the current situation and understands that even if he challenges Pri by himself, there is no chance of winning.

(Or are you waiting for reinforcements?)

　The next thing I looked at was Vihela. Although he is far inferior to Ray, he still possesses a magical power that can be said to be huge compared to ordinary people.

(beautiful body, everlasting desire for strength, and enormous magical powers) I wonder how beautiful a jewel would be made if she were sacrificed. ...but not yet. first of all, we must get the real deal.)

　Three of the finest materials -- not just three already for Pri -- smile at the luck of rolling into her pocket, but frown slightly when she sees the number of dolls dealing with Vihela gradually dwindling.
　Even though they are not as devoted as jewels, dolls are still their own darlings. The sight of it being trampled down was still touching to my heart.

"And it takes time." ... you guys, take care of half of the girls there. the rest of which are my assistance."
"Ryokaishimashita," Oh, my God."

　The leading doll utters words of concern for its creator.
　The words that came out of that mouth were still hard to understand, but I certainly had feelings for Pri.
　To such a doll, Pri responds with a smile, loving the jewel on the tip of her necklace.

"She's the girl," I might have been one of the thieves, but I'm still not good enough to deal with him. ...and, though you seem to pretend to be calm, you can't hide the hatred you can feel in your eyes. Did you know or realize anything about this? Either way, a runaway child will make no difference."

　Smile at Buehne, who has a hate stare at her.
　a hearty smile ...but the smile is not directed at others, but at one's own precious possessions.
　The smile further strengthens Bune's gaze.
　Turn your right forefinger to such a person... open your mouth.

"Here you go. It is certain, however, that we will be busy in many ways after this. Avoid wear and tear."At the end of Pri's words, half of the dolls go towards Vihela. The other half take action to support Pri.

"Running Lightning"

　As soon as that magical word comes out of Pri's mouth, the purple jewel that was in the forefinger of his right hand...more precisely, the magic item starts up.
　A ray of thunder came from there.
　The same thunderstorms that had just reaped Nact's consciousness with a single stroke run through the sky and head for Bune.

"Yes!"

　However, Bune already knows that there is an attack method called thunder in Pri by a blow to the Nact. And it wasn't impossible to deal with as long as I knew it.
　Bune was kicking the floor the moment the lightning struck from Pri's hand. It's as if you were crawling on the ground just near the floor.
　The smell of burning hair reaches its nose by the thunder that is unleashed. But, regardless of that, Bune, holding his dagger, leaps sideways without a word the next moment.
　Moments later, arrows pierce the place where Bune was, and arrows pierce one after another as if they were chasing after another, widening the distance between Bune and Bune.
　At the same time, a puppet with a spear leans forward and holds a weapon against a long sword or Paul Axe.

"Yes!"

　Bune glares at Pri with a rare irritation in her eyes.
　Bune himself was not convinced. I was searching for the truth about my parents' deaths, but no one told me.
　Even for a trusted therapant, he hadn't spoken yet, considering Bune's age.
　Still, I found myself either as a thief or as a woman, or as a survivor of the Fraut family.
　At any rate, Bune half intuitively understood that the woman in front of her was the cause of her parents' death.

"Prisamanite dashihassenai!"

　a long sword wielded with such words Leap backward to avoid it, and immediately kick the floor to make room for the doll.

"Sasene-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye-ye."

　But the doll holding the dagger again wields the dagger as if to pierce Bune's gap, as if he had anticipated it.

"Oh, my gosh!

　They're probably trying to make it even a little harder to avoid. Bune really leaps back and away this time, playing with his dagger the point of the dagger that was thrust out at the dove.
　It is probably because of the strength of the puppets' expectations that their faces are always slightly distorted but unpleasant.
　Compared to the dolls who had been fighting in this room, they were quick, powerful, and skillful. It's all up there.
　Dolls that Pri himself brought with them and others. The difference was obvious.
　No, probably because of the difference in performance, Pri himself was leading the way.

"Burning Flame"

　A short... a really short word.
　Originally, it is necessary to invoke a spell of a certain length, but in the case of Pri, it is possible to invoke a spell locked in a jewel with just one word.

"Tsuke-hi" (literally, ice penetrating through)

　Flames burst into his own space a moment before him, and the next moment nearly ten ice arrows flew through Bune's body.
　They use daggers to play ice arrows, or they also play, avoid, and accept the weapons of dolls that are thrust out at the opportunity.
　Despite Harbard's blow and being blown away, Bune used her lightness to twist herself to land on the floor.

(You're more calm than I thought.) Then they're getting busy, too...)

　On closer confirmation, the battle between Ray and Oriqueur is still in the balance, but it will only be a matter of time before it leans toward Ray. Vihela is worse. Nearly half of the dolls we've already sent to are out of combat.

(Then shall we cut the trump card here? It's time to see my daughter and her parents again.)

　Reaching into her pocket, Pri opens her mouth with two jewels in her hand.

"You guys, step back."

　The words immediately distanced the doll from the veneer and made them face each other.
　If he had continued to attack himself, he would have lost, but the question was in Bune's mind, but he was cautious about every move he made without showing any expression.
　In the meantime, Pri sticks out the two jewels in his pocket so that they look like buneas.
　an orange‐red and light blue gem
　Seeing it, Bune can't take his eyes off the jewel for some reason.
　Pri opens her mouth with a big smile on her face.

"What do you think, Bune said. I feel like I'm seeing my father and mother again. Don't you miss it? Isn't it beautiful? Your parents' blood, flesh, magic, and life. This gem was produced entirely as a sacrifice. It's the fruit of your parents."