If you kill the unworldly, you must become the unworldly. Once upon a time, someone said something like that.

　If you want to kill a monster, become a monster. If you want to kill a dragon, become a dragon. The moment you wish to kill something, you are becoming it.

　Then, in order to kill a demon, he must be a demon.

　A flash of light flicks off the arm of the demon that has its hand on the human. The flesh flew off in an amusing way and the blood solemnly left its mark on the floorboards.

　But the killing intent did not end there. The white light rushed up from the demonic arm and consumed the flesh of the arm, the shoulder, the neck, the face. And so it devours the whole body.

　It raised its fangs like it was chewing its prey. Like a tongue crawling and tasting. He ate.

　The scene is ugly to say the least. The beautiful light devoured the demon with the utmost of viciousness.

　In the end, all flesh and blood was gone and only a dim stone remained. Just a stone, no different from the one on the street.

　A white fingertip picks it up. A girl's hand. Her white hair whips around and clings to the petite body of the girl who calls herself Leu.

　A moment of silence. Then the demons clucked their hooves, weapons in hand, alerting the girl.

　One of the habits of demons is to admire power. No matter what the form, a powerful person is respected and watched. It doesn't matter if it's a girl or not.

　That's why the demons didn't think of Leung as a child. They saw her as an enemy who could kill demons. The moment the wolf-faced Hexenbiest was about to clap its fangs.

　The moment the wolf-faced beast was about to clap its fangs, Drigman the Controller, the demon facing Leu, spoke up.

"You're not mistaken. So you're a gem, huh?　You're still as unrestrained as ever.

　Drigman's eyes twisted, but he still called out his compatriot's name, trying not to raise his voice. He looked like a different person, but the source of his supreme brilliance must be the one he had once seen.

　It was a chance encounter with a kindred spirit who had been away for hundreds of years. There is a certain familiarity and nostalgia in Drigman's voice.

　At the same time, there is more than a hint of skepticism.

　She's just killed one of her own. That in itself is an accident.

　The jewel Bau Agathos. The demoness is so uninhibited that she believes even the life and death of others is for her, and she doesn't even know how to think of anyone else. Everything is for oneself, and everything is completed by oneself. That's the magic of the jewel.

　It's no surprise that she's capable of doing a few things. That's true.

　But didn't she just defend a human?

　Drigman opens his palm lightly and stares at the white-haired girl. The eyes, the same color as her hair, looked straight back at Drigman.

I'm sorry, ....... I don't have a name like that. I'm sorry.

　I'm sorry I don't have a name for that." She says, somewhat timidly, as she devours the demonic one. Drigman reflexively thought that she was a gloomy girl.

　And with that one word, he understood. He knew what was happening to his own people.

　The jewel is awake, but the lid of her soul is still closed. It has opened its own sourcebook, but is only flicking through it sleepily.

　That's why she still hasn't regained her former form, having ceded control of her body to her master. It is typical of her to be free, I suppose.

　But that's not her intention either. Then just force her to wake up. And she'll regain her old form.

　Drigman opens his palms, glaring at the demons around him. Then, still at a distance, he points it at the girl.

　A thought occurs to him, and he opens his mouth. I was wondering why she had come all the way here. She was just a girl on the outside. She doesn't look like the kind of girl who would roll into a bed of demons. Perhaps the jewel has awakened some of her self-consciousness?

　When asked, the girl says with a quiver in her voice and an apparent trepidation in her voice.

"...... I'm sorry. I was trying to help her. It's the only way I can give meaning to my life.

　The girl says, her white hair shaking, her eyes lifeless. At the end of her hand is the woman who was almost killed by the demonic toe just now. Her face has gone pale, and even the way she looks at the girl is that of a monster.

　The girl says that she ran out to save her. The girl says she ran out to save her, using the little bit of jewel power she had in her body.

　Well, replied Drigman. And so he continues.

I don't understand people. Nonsense--



　Saving other people's lives. I wondered if that was the only reason I was jumping into danger. I muttered to myself. It's a feeling that those of us who live as demons can't quite understand.

　The white hair swayed in Drigman's vision.

"Saving someone is not a trivial thing.

　That one word. For a brief moment, Drigman felt as if his lifeless eyes were filled with power. They reminded Drigman of the strong eyes he had once seen in a jewel. A gleam like moonlight.

　For a brief moment, he squinted at the glare. A light so familiar, yet so hateful.

　That's why I noticed it a little too late.

　--A silver knife was tearing through the air, piercing even the sound.

　Drigman's raptor-like eyes moved.


　The magic turned to stone.


　The demonic turned to stone, and the white hair met the demon.

　Without moving his gaze from the scene, he opens his lips. I'm not sure what to make of that.

"Let go of me, Caria. You're not going to break my arm, are you?

　With that, Kalia grabbed her left arm and moved it slightly. With that, his arm bone gave a great creaking scream, and his flesh and blood reacted with a spasm.

　No, I wonder what kind of physical strength this guy has.

　Even if a normal person tightened another's arm tightly, they could still rebel a little.

　But what about now? I can't move my arm, as if it's been joined with iron. I wonder if you're really human," I said, letting out a disgusted voice.

　All the while, I didn't look away from the scene in front of me. Kalia whispered in my ear.

If I'd let go, if I'd let go, what would you have done now--you'd have swung your blade like a drawn bow and arrow again. Against it.

　No?" Kalia continued. Her lips closed for a moment.

　The word "no" didn't come out of her mouth. It's hard to tell a lie that's too obvious, even for me. It seems I had the decency to do so.

...... is amazing. It's a monster just like the bedtime stories you tell your kids. No, it's a myth.

　Fialaat blinked her dark eyes and said with a touch of admiration. Her beautiful lips are twisted this time of day. She seemed to be desperately searching for the right words to say.

　I know exactly what Kalia and Fialat are trying to say. No, I'm sure I understand them better than they do.

　The demon, and the white-haired girl who called herself Leu. It's an aberration. A living, walking death.

　Instinct and reason are both clawing at my psyche, shaking my soul and screaming. We should run. Human life is a blur before it.

　So be it. You should. It's right, there's no mistake. So says Fiehrer to the hero, Caria.

　I looked into Elddis's blue eyes and I asked her what you would do. I already had an answer for myself.

　Elddis stroked her chin with her fingertips and said.

Well... If I'm being honest, I'd rather have you tied up like the two of us.

　You're making me nervous. With a twitch in his cheeks, he puts a little more strength into the hand that holds the sword and asks for more.

"You're going, aren't you? I know you are. I'm not trying to tell you not to do anything stupid.

　Elddis's fingertips poke my chest, and her lips open. I could feel my heart beating loudly before I knew it. Then Erdis smiles.

"It's not just your life anymore. If you're going to go, you're going to have to take responsibility for our lives as well. I'll be bound to you as long as you're willing.

　My heart thumped once.

　That's an awfully heavy thing to say. No, it's true, I can't say now that I'm the only one who jumped to my death and died in a stupid way.

　No, no, no. I'm scared to death, and I'm scared to hold on to human life. So is being a witch. I don't even want to look at it. I hate it all.

　Yeah, but still.

　I have to do what I have to do. I didn't want to go back to my nature and live like a coward. I don't want to go back to the way things were. And there are circumstances that prevent me from doing that.



　Then I have to swallow my fears with all my might and traverse the past and present, even if it means spilling blood. That's the extent of my courage. That's enough.

"Then let's go. "Then let's go. Let's go high, mage killer.

　He said with a smile, grabbing a silver knife from his pocket.