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 The moment her fingers touched the mass of magic. Elddis detaches her spirit from her body and lets it flow into the world before her. Still newborn. Into a tiny world of immature, untamed power.

 A spirit world where matter does not yet exist. It's materially impenetrable. If you try, you'll be overwhelmed by the sheer volume of magic.

 But now, Erdis thinks, if you only exist in spirit, you still have a chance.

 The mystical world of spirit, illusion and non-matter is still the domain of elves. Even if they belong to the elves, they should be able to face them.

 Of course, it is not easy to be lenient.

 After all, this is a world that the wizard Drigman has created by giving up his own originals. If you want to conquer it, you have to conquer the core, the original.

 What does that mean and what will happen? Erdis understands. She knows that it may result in her life being blown up with impunity.

 But even so, she couldn't retreat. Lugis was behind him. With her heart knotted in a tight knot, Erdis took a step into the Drigman's sourcebook.

 --And in that moment, Elddis's resolve was shattered.

 The world created by the Drigman's original is fed into Elddis' mind as information. In an instant, all of her senses sensed it. From the tips of her hair to the tips of her toes, she understood it. The way the ideal world is.

 A great land of forests spread out before you. Fairies laughing, demons living in their natural habitat. A few cultures and temples can be seen, but not a single shadow of a city like those built by humans.

 The demon ancestors spread out beyond the horizon, and nature breathes. There is an ideal world that was created for demons to live in.

 The only supreme being in the heavens is the spirit god Zebraeliris. The controlled world created under the shining light is infinitely beautiful.

 And that world has no limits. Unlike the world of humans, who live for less than a hundred years and repeat death and life, this is a world where ideals last forever.

 That is this place. The ideal scene that Drigman wished for and created. And perhaps this is the world that the spirit god Zebraeliris had once created.

 Except that there are no humans here.

 Elddis tightened her lips, her expression contorted and tense. Her throat felt terribly dry, her fingertips taut.

 This isn't real yet. A world created only by mental matter. Then collapsing it should be possible. Elddis is here to do that.

 Yeah, but... Elddis thought.

 --There's no better sight for those who belong to the demons. How could she deny it?

 My brain is dissolving in hot, sweet honey. I felt as if a flag that had been piercing the very foundations of my spirit was about to be torn down.

I felt as if a flag at the very core of my being was about to burst. It's very, very disgusting.

 Elddis sobbed, reflexively grabbing her head with both hands. She noticed that her teeth were clicking, but she couldn't stop them.

 Surely this world is too right for demons. Humans have died out and their civilization has been abolished. The remaining demons will be controlled by an absolute being.

 It's boundless happiness. Demons accept it. Fairies, hexenbiests, demons, and perhaps even elves.

 Their limbs wobble in their presence. All seemed to be overwhelmed by the magnificent sight before them.

 Erdis's mind was not as strong as Caria's or Fialat's. In fact, in the past, she had not even tried to leave the asylum until she had lost her spirit.

 Their mentality is so cowardly that they can't even trust themselves and are too fragile to even take a step.

 But human or elf. Many of us are like her.

 How many of us are willing to take a step in the darkness of suffering when we can't see a thing? It is much better to live an ordinary life with some pain than to do so.

 The whip of gloom and anguish will always hold back the soul.

 --But that's why. That's why everyone calls those who take the first step heroes.

 Erdis moved his cracking lips and carefully spat out the words. Her breathing was ragged.

"...... Drigman.

 She muttered to herself as she thought of the vanishing figure of the wizard. There was no reply, of course. He's gone, and all that's left is the source material. Only the will to shape this world remains.

 But Erdis pays no attention to this, and continues to speak as if throwing words into the vast world.

You've created an unmistakable demon utopia. It's wonderful. I'll even applaud. It's disgustingly perfect. But...



 This is not your utopia, is it?

 Erdis said with his blue eyes wide open and his teeth gritted. It was as if she was warning not only Drigman, but herself as well.

 That's right. Yes, that's right. A world ruled by the strong and in perpetual motion is an ideal. There's no denying that.

 But it is the ideal of the whole, never the ideal of the individual.

 After a brief encounter, Erdis sees Drigman's thoughts. She sees his abominable past and his stagnant life. And what he wished for in his final moments.

You think that's a beautiful ending? Of course not, fairy king. You're on the run. You and me both.

 Fairies and elves share the same origin and the fact that they were corrupted into a subordinate race.

 So even though their country was destroyed, their faith was taken away, and their race itself was corrupted. Erdis could understand part of the sorrow that still followed.

 Drigman, the Fairy King, had spent his entire life swearing allegiance to the spirit gods for the sake of the fairy race.

 But that humiliation and resentment, no matter how much it withered away, would never disappear. And now, there is no reason that can restrain those feelings.

 That is why Erdis said with all his emotions in his blue eyes.

A world controlled by a spirit god is not the ideal. It burns my ears. The world is ruled not by spirits or humans, but by the elves, who are part of the fairies, no matter how many thousands of years have passed.

 Good and evil, beauty and ugliness, respect and disdain. Good or evil, beauty or ugliness, respect or contempt, it's all up to us. The fairies, the elves. It can never be decided by anyone else.

 That's why I reject the idea of an ideal world for demons. It should be the elves' or your own ideal world.

 And first of all... He's not here.

 He who reached out to me when I had nothing and was nothing. He wasn't even strong himself. He wasn't brilliant, he was just a man.

 Maybe it was better to run. That was his choice. Of course it would have been better. But he kept holding my hand to the end.

 How precious and wonderful is that? What a miracle.

 Therefore, Erdis declares. How much value can I find in a world without him?

 Oh, eventually. The elves will conquer man and they will have everything. How happy he'll be then.

 He'll be one of us. The seeds are already planted.

 The world swirled in response to Elddis's voice and her emotions. Erdis's mind was all over it, covering the world, filling every detail of it.

 Her spirit burned out, and she even felt like it was about to wear out.

"Rest assured, Fairy King. I'm not going to do anything reckless and deadly--I'm just going to strike back at the spirit god. Only if I am Finn-Erdis.

 With the fairies and the pride of the elves. I'm going to kick the crap out of those who should be off the stage by now. And with that, Erdis holds out his hand.

 One moment, a pause.

 But then the world shakes, and so begins to converge in a mad rush of magic. Was it in response to Erdis' words, or was it at the behest of Erdis, whose nature is so close to Drigman's? I don't know.

 But it certainly did. A voice touches Elddis' long ears.

 --In the name of the King of the Fairies, bless thee.

 And with that, Erdis was left with nothing but a beautiful cup. A remnant of the ideal world, with its controlled azure hues, was all that remained.