In a straight line is a white light that burns through everything. It was a mass of murderous intent, and at the Lord's will, it bounced off the skull of Majin Drigman.

　Brain plasma splattered and the bones of the skull shattered, staining the sky. Part of his eyeball was gouged out and he spat out water. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a killing blow.

　But with that much killing intent, it wasn't over yet.

　Heat rays continued to pour down on Drigman, as if to crush his limbs, torso, bone marrow, and even a single nerve.

　It was an emotional act, reminiscent of a stormy sea. Like a child throwing a tantrum and kicking his feet on the ground over and over again. A tyranny that was almost relentless.

　Drigman's tongue and throat were beginning to regenerate as he continued to take it all in, even carbonizing his body. Her retinas floated up and caught the white girl.

　The person who had just swallowed the treasure had disappeared. Was he caught in the middle of something, or did he escape into an underground passage? The thought crossed his mind for a moment, but Drigman decided that it was not the time to think about it.

You. 　What a greeting, gem-bow Agathos. It seems that the barbarian princess is alive and well--

　I had a hunch, and so I understood. The girl standing in front of you is no longer the somewhat timid girl you saw earlier. That girl is gone now.

　There is only one thing here. My fellow demon. The only jewel.

　Otherwise you wouldn't have the power to do this. And I remember. This raging like a great wave.

　I don't know if this is a true awakening or if she just opened her eyes for a moment. But she's certainly standing here now, baring her fangs at you.

　Drigman's eyes, which had always held a coldness, grew fierce. The miasma around them darkened their color.

　Agathos, the jewel, replied with smooth lips.

"Greetings, one and all. Drigman the controller. You look as gloomy as ever. It's depressing. Just like your troublesome source material. You should've slept all night anyway. It would've been better for you and me. It doesn't get any better than this. Why don't you go to sleep now?　Forever.

　The same old snide remark, the same old spinning tongue. With a touch of nostalgia, Drigman flickered his regenerating cheeks. The gums were exposed and visible.

　Looking around in the clearing black mist, there were several demonic and human corpses stacked on top of each other. It was probably Agathos' doing. They had all been caught in her tantrum.

　He moved his eyeballs and only looked at Verg, who seemed to be still alive. It seemed that some of the humans had escaped, but that was nothing to worry about right now.

　More than any of those events, this Agathos is the one we have to deal with first. If we're not careful, King's Landing could be turned into a wasteland.

　Agathos opened his mouth to speak, as if he hadn't quite managed it.

"You. You tried to kill me, you tried to kill this child. You tried to chew me up with your powers. Didn't you?　Well, answer me this. I'll take silence as an affirmative. Answer me. Now!

　I can't hide my frustration. Agathos tilts his head lightly, as if to say. He's not trying to act relaxed or intelligent. Just an emotional act.

　Drigman was suddenly reminded of something. The way she used to be, the way she hadn't changed in a long time. Then he wrinkled his brow.

　He sighed. It was obvious why he had wielded his power over her.

　The girl who is Agathos' ward is clearly on the side of humans. More than anything else, she used the power of the jewel itself. And not impulsively, but deliberately.

　Then of course you can't protect yourself. Even if you don't die, there's a chance the worst will happen. The best course of action is to bite down on yourself. As a demon, it's natural.

　Isn't that right, Drigman asks Agathos. She just said.

"Oh, yes. But no, Drigman. I'm not looking for an excuse, just an acceptance of the charge. You're a prisoner. I'm the accuser, I'm the witness, I'm the judge, and I'm the executioner-- you just say the last word.



　The moment he finished, it was done. Various jewels danced and colored around Agathos. They shone with a piercing light as they aimed at Drigman.

　At her signal, the jewels would immediately rain down heat like a torrential downpour. The white light, each one capable of killing a demon ten times over.

　In the face of this clear manifestation of his murderous intent, Drigman quietly confirmed that his men had turned from the barracks before swinging his arms. He said to the man in front of him.

　He said to the person in front of him, with more emotion than ever before, and in that way, wildly.

"I remember. You've always been a fool, haven't you?

　He opened his palms and let the hostility seep through his skin. The two sides could not be more on edge. As if in accordance with Drigman's will, the earth swelled and blew up sand.

　The air is tense to the limit, sobbing like it's about to break. The space was distorted by an overabundance of evil will.

　Demons. A nightmarish food fight between the so called "demons". The sight of a monster about to sink its fangs into a monster.

　At that moment. From the edge of the collapsing barracks, I could see the light of the karma flame. The flames of magic trying to swallow everything.


　I don't know.


It's really good, isn't it ......?

　I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I'm not the only one who's had a bad experience. You can find a lot of things that you can do to make your life easier.

　Without exception, the flames continued on their way, enveloping the entire barracks. The bodies, the demons, the armor, the supplies, everything. Everything as it should be. No mistakes.

　Lugis called his name then. Not a command to do something. A name. That means our original plan has failed. He had decided to burn down the barracks and retreat.

　But to be honest, Fialat had his concerns. Was it really the right thing to do? Sweat ran down his forehead and his throat rasped loudly.

　Lugis shouted. Is he really sure he's safe? Did Elddis also evacuate the humans safely? It was hard for Fialaert, who had only been watching the demon, to tell.

　Kalia would be fine, but...

　That's why Fialaat was hesitant at first. Was it really a good idea? Wasn't Lugis shouting at his own peril? For a moment, his fingertips stopped.

　And yet, in the next moment of hesitation, Fialaert had released the spell. It wasn't something beautiful, like trusting Lugis' words. It was much, much uglier.

　I was just afraid. I was afraid that he would abandon me.

　What would Lugis think if I hadn't cast a spell when everything was all right?

　That's him. He'd say it was inevitable. But deep down, in the unconscious mind, he might not trust you anymore. You might be left behind at a critical moment.

　I hate that.

　I can live with the world and its wisdom giving up on me, but if he does, I'm not going to be able to live with it. Fearless knew it in his skin. Something cold brushed against the back of his ear.

　Fialaat's reason was balanced in a too dangerous place. The balance was so bad that if he took even one step, he would fall off the cliff. If any one thing were to go wrong, she would fall forever. That's something even she understands.

　That's why she must complete what she has been assigned to do. Her dark eyes were wide open. In her eyes, there was a beautiful reflection of the swirl of flames that enveloped only the barracks.

　The flames had long since passed the realm of formal magic. Battlefield magic. The great fire that escaped from Althea, the founder of magic.

　But for Fialaert, it didn't matter what she used, be it fire or flood. Her original talent could trample the reason of the world if it was not restrained by common sense. This is different from mundanes who are bound by their own attributes.

　The reason why she chose fire is because she likes fire. That doesn't mean that she was always good at it.

　It's because flames remind her of that day.

　That day in the temple. The day he wrapped himself in fire. And the day I first cast him. Every time he sees a flame, he thinks of it. That's why I liked fire.

　So much tension, and yet so much of it. Fialaat even lets out a comforting breath.



"I couldn't burn a single rope that day, but... I hope I was able to meet your request.

　I couldn't help muttering these words in my mouth.