The demon Lovell rolled his amber eyes and looked at the person in front of him.

　His eyes glittered with evil, and he held a treasure sword that radiated an overflowing demon. He is a little too violent to be called merely human.

　A human hero. The human who killed the demon, Lugis.

　Lovell could see that his expression, even his skin, was now filled with rage. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea.

　The first corner of the eye is burning, and the only thing it emits is pure and intense murderous intent. It's a great way to make sure you're getting the most out of your vacation.

　The black-haired sorceress was probably a very unique person to him.

　That's why Lovell decided it was just right. The dark-haired girl would play the role of the Lord Vriligant's heart, but she would also play another role.

"The things my people do. "What my people did, huh? Then I'll just chop your heads off and be done with it.

　Lugis said aloofly, as if he was talking to himself. The first step was taken casually, but even so, he had a look on his face as if he was ready to bite the neck if there was an opening.

　The jeweled sword with the inscription "Hero Killer" wriggled, showing a translucent hue.

　Lovell understands that these words are probably his true intentions, and that they represent his true nature. Once, when he had worked on him, he had seen a little of it.

　Lugis is a man who has always harbored a distrust of others. It will never dissolve, no matter what.

　Maybe it's a childhood experience, or maybe it's something he was born with. He has come to intuit that people are somehow untrustworthy. He knows that they will eventually give up on him and abandon him.

　Laboure didn't show any emotion, but he had been feeling a sense of humor in his heart for a long time. He couldn't help but wonder why he still wanted to be with people. It was absurd to say the least.

　Without even revealing his magic legs, Laboure spread his hands and said. Like a reverent, yet elaborate doll imitating human gestures.

"Well, well, well. For the moment, let's change our perception--

　Laboure is a wizard of observation and analysis. He is a wizard of observation and analysis. With his observant eyes, he may not be able to convince you of your feelings, but he can give you some understanding.

　If he wanted to, he could easily figure out where the person didn't want him to touch the most and how to push him back.

　The air became tense, and it became difficult to take even a breath. I could feel the presence of evil on my skin. The only person who is producing all of this is the bearer of the treasure sword.

　In the midst of all this, Lovell said with a blank expression on his face.

"Then there are those who drink with joy at the sight of her suffering. Then those who drank with joy at the sight of her suffering must have done so out of fear for me. Immediate, I understand.

　That's not a lie, it's just a fact. Apparently, the mage general Mastighios, whom Lovell knew, had earned his respect as well as a great deal of resentment.

　There must have been plenty of people who had broken their knees for him, or had their prosperity cut short.

　There were many who were delighted to hear that his daughter was being held captive by a demon and that her beauty was being distorted by his pain.

　The sight of her wailing was the best nectar of all.

"I see.

　Said Lugis, a word. Labur blinked his eyelids.

　--A moment later, there was the sound of steel exploding. A moment later, there was the sound of steel exploding. The moment Rabur blinked, the sword had already bitten his shoulder to death.

　Silvery guts overflowed and black liquid splashed out. There was no mercy in the slash, it was only meant to pierce the heart of the demon.

　It's no wonder.

　Lugis took Lovell's words as an insult to his hero. If one were to list the values in Lugis's mind, it would not be his own happiness, or even virtue or goodness, that would be at the top. It is only respect for the heroes he once longed for.

　If it were a mockery of himself, he would laugh it off, no matter how many words it was. But as soon as it was someone else he believed in, the wheels of his life began to creak. 　

　At that point, Lovell became convinced.

　--What a distortion. How twisted. How irrational. His fate is twisted. Oh, that's his distortion.

　Even though his left shoulder was crushed and the sword was about to reach his heart, Lovell did not waver. This was to be expected, even though he didn't have such a function to begin with. It's not that I don't have the ability to do so, but I had anticipated this.

You are twisted, after all. I will correct you immediately.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for. You can't read the intentions at all, as if to say. He just put all his strength into the treasure sword.

　Laboure grabbed the sword, and as he did so - he opened his five fingers into space and said. The unique heat of the original is leaking out of his body. Now that I've grasped the distortion, I won't miss it anymore.

"-I told you. You can never escape the wheel once it's turned. You are now in the hands of fate. I will correct your distortions immediately.

　Lugis' eyes widened in the glow of the original, and he spoke his last words.



Shad!　Just go!

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea. I'm sure you'll be able to figure out what's going on.

　Laboure had a devilish smile on his handsome face. He pierced Lugis' chest with his finger.

　At that moment, a great deal of magic power repeatedly expanded and converged, starting with Laboure, and poured directly into Lugis. The laws of physics were reversed, the past and future began to shift from the time axis, and so miracles and mysteries appeared.

　Laboure whispered.

　--The Original Unlocking, "A Mechanical Fate

　No matter how coincidental fate may seem, they are all just things determined by the gears of the gods. If they are out of order, they can only be corrected. I heard the sound of a gear turning.

　The workings of his, Lugis', destiny were reflected in Lovell's vision. The war, the humiliation, the death of a friend, the hero, the longing - and the gold.

　Slowly, Laboure speaks into his ear. In the meantime, Lugis's whole body was covered with Lovell's magic. As if guiding his fate to the right path.

"You have mistaken your destiny, Rougis. You do not speak justice, nor do you bring goodness. Immediately, remember. Those two have not given you anything.

　Right in front of you, Lugis sobs. Now he remembers what it feels like to have molten iron poured into his veins.

　But if you want to correct your fate and be born again. He would have to pay the price. Lovell believes he can bear it well enough.

"Justice has kicked you in the balls and goodness has spat on you. Therefore, you should have brought nothing but evil, fear and screams.

"Oh, ......?

　In the event you're not sure what you're looking for, there are a few things you can do. I could see Lugis sweating incessantly and then transforming.

　Laboure continued his words in an indifferent manner. He could no longer move.

Yes, you were wrong... if you hadn't fallen in love with a hero. You would have met your rightful destiny. Change your perceptions immediately.

　Not a hero loved by fate, not a hero favored by the gods, not a man with talent for sword and sorcery. And yet, here you are, just because you longed for it. That in itself is a marvelous event. Even the gods could not have imagined it. But it is not the right path.

　Laboure uses the original to turn the wheel. With a click, a clack, a whirr, the wheels of fate race. How Lugis once longed for heroes, how he longed for them all, no matter how much he hated them.

　Lovell, the wizard of fate, declares that it was all a mistake to have met his gold in the first place. That's why I'll make everything right. The way he should be.

　A transgressor. Lord of Vices. The great evil.

　If he doesn't crush justice and goodness and long for heroism. His body can no longer be human.

　A body woven with magic. The seeds of a great spirit and the blood of a giant. It's no longer right for him to be human.

　He had a destiny to become one and now he has the aptitude to do so.

　Therefore, with admiration and respect, Lovell said.

I welcome your presence, Lugis. I am - the one who carries.

　In an instant, the gears continued their seemingly eternal rotation, devouring Lovell's magic.

　And so, at the end of the original's activity, there it was. There was no longer a man.

　A source was spawned, and so...

　--The enemy of mankind, the demon, was revealed.