Surprisingly, I did not feel any fear from the sensation of falling. In fact, the wind hitting my cheeks so hard was even pleasant. Suddenly, a premonition passed through my mind.

　--If I fall off my back like this, I'm sure to die, this.

　But there's only so much a falling person can do when they're thrown into the air. The only thing you can do is to twist a little or wave your arms around.

　So what to do? How do I avoid dying? How do I survive? My heart was overflowing with an amazing obsession with life. It's unbelievable to me.

　I knew what was causing it. I knew exactly what was buzzing in my chest.

　Her body was still hot as if something had been poured into it, and her fingertips were trembling. His chest was twisted and distorted with unconcealed emotions.

　Yes, I'm not going to die here. I haven't gotten anything that I should have gotten yet. I can still enjoy the supreme pleasure of a quiet sleep a little later.

　I swing my legs wildly. I stretch out my toes, screaming in my heart that they should reach me, that they should reach me.

　--I felt a crunch, like my ankle was being ripped off. The leg bone snapped with a definite feeling, pointing in a direction it should not have bent.

　I didn't understand for a moment, but it seemed that if I kicked up against the wall while falling, the bones would not last. It's not an exaggeration to say that I'm half-dead, let alone fully wounded. As for myself, I feel like covering my eyes at how terrible it is.

　But if we are half dead, we are half alive. As long as we're alive, let's show them what we can do.

　I slammed my leg against the wall and twisted my body. The impact is already in front of you. Look forward. Face forward and raise your hands. Your fingertips are still on the hilt of the sword, just as they were when you were thrown down.

　A purple lightning flashes, sending it straight down, into the mass of flesh. At that moment, the impact came.

　--.

　A sound like the scream of a flesh beast. At the same time, I felt as if my ears were exploding. The impact was so strong that I thought the arm I was holding the treasure sword against would crack from the tip.

　I couldn't even open my eyes. Every bone in my body creaked. At any rate, it doesn't make any difference that I fell from a height of sufficient height. You just avoided instant death.

　I heard the sound of my spine cracking. The taste of blood ran over my tongue. Every part of my body is now screaming.

　But it's strange. I'm in such a state of disrepair. My body is strangely full of vitality. It's as if something is being poured into my body, filling it with heat.

　So this is the magical power of phialert. Is this the reason why I've been feeling strangely excited and hot since a while ago? I see, then I can be a bit reckless. As long as this magic keeps flowing, it will become your blood and make up your flesh.

　And what's more, it's all planned. Just as I thought. There was only one way I could have gotten to this beast in the first place. I just did it the right way.

　Oh, no. I almost forgot my purpose when I got in the way. Now all I can do is try and stop this beast from breathing.

　I put all my strength into the tips of my fingers, which I doubt even have nerves anymore. Fortunately, the power seems to be getting through somehow. With both hands, you plunge the sword deep into the flesh. Now, you've done enough.

　Fialat's seemingly immense magical power is now in my body through the pact. And now I've attached myself to the beast and sunk my sword into it.

　Then there is only one thing left to do.

"Fear Alert!

　I called out its name, my throat muddy with blood. Maybe I didn't have to anymore.

　At that moment, the enormous amount of heat and vitality that had been pouring into me turned into a light green film and flowed directly into the beast's body through the treasured sword. It was just like a muddy stream.

　Instantly, a sound that could no longer be heard resounded.

　My ears felt as if they would be crushed by the volume. The unmistakable scream of a beast, almost a scream of death. The sound became a wave of pressure that fell on me. There was no way I could cover my ears. If I did, I would be instantly thrown off the back of the beast, and then I would die miserably.

　Then, it would be better to have my ears crushed than to meet a trivial end. That's what's best for me.

　The body of the beast leaps, trying to shake off this body that keeps pouring magic power into it. Each time it does, blood spurts out of its body and its consciousness is blown away again and again. The face of the Grim Reaper seemed to be easily reflected in my eyes. The heat of the magic flowing through my body is the only thing that keeps my consciousness connected.



　Or die. Can I die? I can't give up. The eyes that had almost lost their vision opened. In the depths of my ears, I could still hear that voice, the voice that mocked me. Just the thought of that voice made my insides burn.

　--How dare you speak to me in the form of an alueno? Of all people, to me.

　What was that all about? I still don't know what was going on after all. If I'm not careful, I'll even think that I was really seeing a dream-like illusion. After all, Alueno is now huddled in the cathedral. I don't think he can come out of there so easily. Therefore, if it is possible, it is reasonable to think that there was someone who pretended to be him, rather than Arueno himself.

　Therefore, there is only one thing we can be sure of. Yes, only one. That woman, whoever she is, whoever she is, is definitely my enemy. Excellent. Very, very good.

　I have a purpose to reach, and an enemy to defeat. Oh, how fulfilling. If only it all worked out this way. Yes, it would be as easy as the thread of fate falling into my hands.

　Of course, that can't happen.

　Has there ever been a time in my life when I've been able to do even one thing easily? The path so far has been thorny and unpredictable, and that will surely never change. No, perhaps we will sink even lower than this. But even if you sink to the bottom of the earth.

　--I will always reach for my goal and my neck. Even if it means pouring sludge down your throat.

　Yeah, I know. That's why I can't just run out of steam like this.

　So you put your magic into the fleshy beast and continue. As soon as it became a lump of flesh itself, it let go of consciousness.