Drigman's body, and the miniscule world that was born in exchange for the original. The orderly hues floating in the sphere are the very controlled world that Drigman envisions.

　It is eroding very slowly. But it is steadily eroding and expanding outward. It was as if Drigman himself was saying that it would not stop for a moment longer.

　Seeing the disappearance of his people's definition and the manifestation of the world, the gem Bau-Agathos let out a deep breath and said.

"Oh, I'm falling. Catch it, Fialaat.

　Fialaat's eyes are greatly agitated by Agathos' words. The beautiful black color swirled in waves.

　She says this as if it's obvious, but I haven't heard anything about it. What is falling, and what should I do to catch it? What am I supposed to do when I am still held by the jewel of Agathos?

　Not allowing any such questions, Agathos descended from the air. Fialaert's whole body began to feel the gravity of the earth again. And not gradually, but suddenly.

　No. This is not a descent. This is not a descent. It's a crash. As soon as she realized this, a convulsive scream escaped from her lips. There were even tears in his eyes. The sight of his own body being mangled easily flashed across his eyelids.

　Reflexively, Fialaat deployed her magic around her legs. The rapid transfer of magic power made his blood vessels hot, as if they were boiling.

　But that didn't stop him from doing it. If he didn't, a merciless death awaited him.

　Before he knew it, Agathos was resting his small body in Fialat's arms in a carefree manner. So that's what it means to accept. That's absurd, he thought to himself.

"You, huh!　You've got to be kidding me!

　The ground closes in front of you. The sudden feeling of gravity drew the blood from my body. As she struggled to keep her trembling teeth together to avoid biting her tongue, Fialaert planted both feet on the ground.

　Instantly, magic power leaked out from both feet, and the stone floor jumped up. A cloud of dust filled the air and shook Fialaat's black hair.

　The next thing he knew, every marrow in his body was sobbing from the shock of the crash and landing. His skin tensed and convulsed, and his lungs stopped breathing.

　He closed his eyes tightly, and after a few seconds, Fialaat finally realized that he was safe. There was indeed a numbing pain in his limbs and spine, but no bones seemed to have been broken. He moved his fingertips and they responded well.

　Immediately, a breath of relief escaped from the back of Fialat's throat. It seems that he did not have to face the primordial death of falling from a height.

　As his shoulders heaved up and down, Agathos said in Fialaat's arms as if nothing had happened.

What do you mean, "Enough"?　I've given you a fair amount of credit for taking care of me. And I'm tired of Drigman's futile resistance. So why don't you just take it? Or maybe, just maybe, you're not so happy that he can take me.　That's very irreverent of you.

　The first flash of the eye flashes up and stares back into the white eyes of Agathos, wondering which one is the irreverent one.

　The first thing you need to do is to make sure you have a good idea of what you're doing. But there was no way he could pinch and twist his cheek in his current state.

　Agathos jumps out of Fialaert's arms and puts his feet on the ground, then turns his gaze back to the thing that used to be Drigman. His eyes are no longer the same as the ones he used to look at his compatriots. It must have been a gaze that looked down on the foreign thing itself. Although it had the body of a human, its eyes were definitely demonic.

　On the other hand, Fialaert averted his gaze from Agathos and searched the throne room, which seemed to be on the verge of collapse. After all, that's where he's supposed to find his loved ones.

　The one who had faced Drigman to the end and had ripped out his heart. Agathos had only told me that he was there, but I wondered if he was safe. Hasn't he been injured by Drigman's counterattack, hasn't his flesh been scorched by Agathos' heat rays?

　His heart palpitated. Unknowingly, Fialaat ran his legs and bounced off the shards of the shattered stone floor.

　Is he safe or is he not? If that was the only question, he was probably not safe.

　He never runs away. Even when his body is shattered and his flesh is peeled away. He would never turn his back and retreat.

　It's as if it's imprinted in his soul. He would never know any other way to live. That's the only thing he won't change, no matter how much Fialaat longs for it.

　Therefore, Lugis must still be here.

　Blowing away the heavy cloud of dust, Fialaat looked around with his black eyes. In the meantime, his heart was jumping faster and faster. The feelings of anxiety that he had been forcing down were no longer contained and flooded his heart.

　I didn't want to think about it, I didn't even want to think about it. If Lugis had gotten into a fight with Drigman here and had died...

　--Then... What would happen to me?

　Fialaat had a surprisingly hard time imagining it. Would I weep, would I wield my rage until it withered me? Or would I go in another direction entirely?



　Whatever it is, it's not gonna be good. I know that. So I searched desperately. My teeth clicked and I knew I wasn't right.

　Where, where, where. That's all he kept asking in his brain.

　It was Lugis, who had thrown his arms in the air and was looking up at the ceiling, and Elddis, who was supporting him. Elddis is probably strengthening the blessings of the spirits dedicated to him. She has her body very close to Lugis.

　Without realizing it, Fialaert felt a twitch around his brow. I know. This is not the time. If his life is in safe hands, then I should be concerned about his condition and do everything in my power to help.

　But even so, it was true that I had some dark thoughts in my heart. The thought that if I was going to save him, it should have been me came to mind. The faint thought that if I depended on him, he should also be like me.

　Swallowing it in the back of his throat, Fialaert rushed to Lugis. Erdis, supporting him, said, his cheeks slightly relaxed.

"...... You've been more supportive than I expected, Fialaat. I myself felt my life was in danger.

　He seemed to have the presence of mind to make light of the situation. Fialaert said, shaking his chest lightly.

There was a girl who was on top of her game. I don't think she's going to listen to me.

　As she said this, Fialaert touched her slender fingers to Lugis' cheek. If you focus your attention, your magic power that you once poured all over his body will respond slightly.

　From there, I could see his condition as if I were holding his hand. From the appearance of his bones to the flow of his blood, even the minute movements of his organs. That in itself is quite comforting.

　Taking in his approximate condition, Fialaat frowned and pursed his lips.

　Both of his arms were almost completely destroyed. His body was covered with cuts and bruises, and it was hard to find a place where he could be sure he was safe. I'm going to let the magic seep back into the scars and repair them, but even so, this arm will be useless for a while.

　Still, you'll always be needed while it heals. I can't say it's a bad thing.

　In response to Fialaert's magic, the sword labeled "Hero Killer" shook slightly.

"...... Fearat. Do you know what that is? If you're looking for an ornament to bring you happiness, you can leave it there.

　Lugis said, moving his lips slowly. The wound on his throat must be making it difficult for him to breathe, because his breathing becomes ragged with each movement.

　Fialaert, still touching his body, looks at what is pointed at him.

　The sphere that Drigman had turned into. Just as it came into view, Fialaert felt a chill creep up from his heels. Doubting his own sanity, he blinked and looked at it once more.

　But the sphere didn't disappear, it was still sitting there. Without realizing it, Fialaat's throat rumbled.

　It was about the size of a man, and possessed an unbelievably huge amount of magic power. It was even bigger than the one he had handled in the mercenary city of Belle Fain. And it's expanding at an ever-increasing rate.

　How is that possible? I keep wondering if I'm wrong. But no. It's true.

　Before Fialaat could open her lips to respond, a voice answered Lugis.

"The world. An ideal-controlled world just born. If you don't get out of here soon, you'll be swallowed up too.

　Agathos said, narrowing his eyes. At the same time, the sound of something approaching at a faster pace struck Fialaat's ear.