Altius was quietly watching as his fingers split open, licking the white skin with lustrous fresh blood. It was as if he was looking at something unusual.

　It wasn't a serious wound, just a small laceration. But for Altius, it was the first physical pain he had experienced in a long time.

　Altius blinked his gold, thinking that he hadn't been torn apart since he was a human, although he had been overpowered by magic.

　In addition, the fingers of his left hand were not only tearing himself apart, but even twitching slightly. It's not that Altius is doing this consciously, of course.

　Rather, his fingers creaked and barked as he tried to stifle them. It's as if he's trying to intimidate you.

　Seeing his own body roaring, Altius lifted his cheeks.

　So this is the rebellion of the body itself, the rebellion of Alueno.

　I felt as if her voice was echoing right next to my ear.

　No, in fact, there was a voice there. But the voice coming from deep inside my body was very strange.

　Alueno's voice, crawling up to me, was so quiet, and yet so cold.

　--Of all the things in the world, he was mine. I will not give you even a piece of my soul.

　A piercing voice with a clear will. A clear, piercing voice that said nothing could ever be shaken. Hearing this, Altius shook his cheeks.

　The rebellion of Saint Alueno was not something that Altius could accept.

　To martyr yourself for the doctrine of the Great Saints, you need neither will nor desire. Only the pursuit of peaceful salvation and happiness is wonderful.

　First of all, no god would welcome a saint who defies the god she is supposed to serve.

　But somehow, Altius spoke to the words of Alueno, who had sunk his fangs into him, as if he had seen something he loved.

I know, Alueno. I know, I know, even to the pain that constricted my heart.

　Altius nodded, his lips rippling with emotion for the first time in a long time.

　The body was still largely in Alueno's possession. If she opened her eyes, Altius' soul would have to close its eyelids quietly. Then it would be reasonable to understand her words.

　But it was not for that reason that Altius nodded to Alueno's words. Even if it is not desirable for Altius, he can't just forcefully do everything.

　So, Altius quietly withdrew his fingertips only because he liked the way Alueno was.

　It is rare to find a man who can throw everything else away in order to love and dominate one man. There are many people who can say this in words, but not many who can say it with their own bodies.

　And I couldn't dislike the strength to use my power to get things done, but when the time came to threaten me with a blade.

　--After all, Altius himself had done something similar to Alueno when he was a human. My soul still remembers the innocence of throwing away all my position for the sake of one man.

　That's why I love you so much. And Altius knows that such a man would not give up his body so easily.

　He must be lying on the ground with his eyes shining, ready to twist your head off if the need arises.

　With a small, yet very funny smile on his face, Altius muttered a few words in a tone as if he were talking to his child. Then he looked ahead.

　The light of the elves' spells and sorcery still held Altius' presence in place. While I respected the fact that he could do such a thing, Altius did not waver.

　He just can't move. Even though the heat is out of specification, it is still not enough to blow away Altius' existence.

　On the contrary, the black sphere that binds Altius is slowly decaying and creaking itself, as if it can no longer withstand the power that is showered upon it. There was a slight crack in it.

　The spirit of the gods looked ahead to Lugis. I'm not sure if you've heard of it or not, but I'm sure you've heard of it.


　I'll be back.


　It is humiliating to be made to feel helpless at any time. I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

　The sound of her back teeth grinding together echoed in her brain. Kalia threw a white breath off her lips and said.

"Look, don't turn around. Take Lugis with you, and run fast.

　He muttered to the two behind him.

　Fialaat was breathing up and down on his shoulders, as if he had been exposed to extreme light beyond the limits of magic. He didn't look like he had the stamina to run through it.

　He had done everything in his power, for the sake of Lugis. Knowing this, Kalia still said. Don't look back, run.

　The demon's glow was gone, and the darkness had returned.

　There was still a black sphere sitting there. It was as if he was the master of this place.

　I don't care if it's just there. The black is just a spell. As long as those bound inside died, there was nothing to worry about.

　But Kalia had seen it now. Through a slit in the blackness, a piercing golden eye gazed out. It was looking at her with a very cold color.

　With a single breath, I stuffed the cold air into my lungs. Your heart beats faster and faster in your legs, and your skull emits a constricting pain.

　I am well aware that my sword did not penetrate that thing. But that doesn't mean I can just turn my back on it and run away. That's a different story.

　It was a foolish move, not a very rational one.

　To stand up to an opponent knowing that his armor would not work against you, that was the behavior of a beast without wisdom. I'm sure you've heard of it.



　--But this is the only way to save Lugis' life. Then it must be done as it must be done.

　That was enough. Caria didn't need a better reason. So there's no harm in it.

　The only thing I regret is what Lugis will look like when he hears you're dead. That's all I wanted to see.

　In his silver eyes, he saw gold shining brilliantly as if to dispel the black of the curse. There was no time left.

　Kalia repeated, telling him to turn his back and leave. If you look at how exhausted Fialaat and Elddis are, you're the best person for the job. After all, I am the shield of Lugis.

　In order to attract the gold to herself, Kalia lowered herself and held the long sword on her shoulder. That stance is to give away at least one blow.

　And then she ran forward, single-mindedly. The silver flashes and runs through the darkness.

　She heard them shouting something behind her, but it was no longer in her ears.

　The only thing she could hear was...

　--Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!

　A roar that could shake the world. It was the only thing that made her ears and throat quiver.