The demon, Cogwheel Lovell, swung his bronze magic leg three times in one breath. His martial arts skills were nothing short of brilliant. It was not a triple strike, but a supreme blade that landed almost simultaneously.

　Each swing was a deadly one. They were not swung blindly, but were all precisely aimed at the vital point.

　Laboure, even in midair, did it as if she were dancing a magnificent dance. She is truly an actor on stage. She is an actor on the stage, performing the dance as prescribed by the script, following a predetermined path.

　That was all that was needed, and the world would remain under her feet.

　That was all she needed to do, and the world would remain beneath her feet, unless her opponent was outside the script.

　The facing demon snaps its teeth. Without waiting for a blink of an eye, the demon sword on his shoulder was swung down forcefully.

　--Instantly, an intense demon ran. Sound was no longer allowed to follow, and only light was visible.

　What happened next was nothing short of bizarre. Three flashes of light, swept away by a single violent blow. It's so reckless. It's long past humanity and hard to comprehend even as magic.

　But Lovell did not distort his sculpted face and just accepted the fact.

　Apparently, the number of moves is meaningless to the demon Lugis. He leapt three blows together by simply killing them all at the same distance.

　Theoretically, this is understandable. If you want to make multiple attacks lose their distance and converge under your blade at the same time, that's possible.

　But it's also hard to believe. There's a big gap between what's possible and what's done. It was hard to believe that he, a mere human until a few days ago, would be able to perform the precise movements required to perform such a magical feat.

　Suddenly, Lovell's gaze turned to the magic sword that was entwined with him. I'm not sure if it's the human hero Althea's heartbeat that's supporting Lugis' will.

　In the event that you're not sure what to do, there are a few things you can do. Their feet touched the earth at the same time.

"Let's not do this, Laboure. Vriligant is not your true master either. Where is the need to be righteous?

　Lovell's eyelashes rose slightly at Lugis' light, aloof words. There was no emotion there, but there was a moment of hesitation as to how to process and accept Rougis' words.

I deny it immediately. I follow only the fate that is always right. I understand that this is my destiny, Rougis.

　There was no disorder or distortion in Rabur's words. She never uttered a falsehood.

　Therefore, she believes that correcting the fate of Rougis, turning Fialat-La-Borgograd into a heart, and Vriligant's reappearance on the earth were all in accordance with the destiny.

　She believes that all of this is in accordance with her destiny, and nothing can change that.

"You must correct your behavior immediately. You're still under the spell.

That's terrible. I've never been under a curse in my life.

　The neat lips continue to move like a doll. In the event you're not sure what you're looking for, you'll be able to find out more about it here. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

"Under a righteous fate, you would have been just one evil. But now you are suffering because of the curse--Rugis. Justice has scorned you and goodness has spat on you. Who has rewarded you? Who has honored you? Don't you think you should cut them off immediately?

　There seemed to be a glow in Rabur's hardened eyes now. Not even she knew what it was. No, she didn't even know she was talking about it now. He had nothing more to say to Lugis. His fate was already righted by his own hand.

　But the words spilled out of Lovell's mouth like an overflow.

"Once you had nothing. You had no favor from the gods, no oracle of fate. Besides, the world gave you nothing, no matter how hard you tried.

　But," continued Lovell. I don't know how long it has been since I've spoken so much.

"But. As soon as you have something, the world will praise you and take it all on. No one knows what they once whipped you into. For your immediate understanding, Lugis-- the world is full of ugliness. You have the right to take your revenge with all your heart!

　At this moment, Lovell knew for the first time that the value of beauty and ugliness had been born in him. Perhaps it had already flowed into her when she caught a glimpse of Lugis' fate and life.

　Of course, Lovell knows that the memories of the past are gone from him now. Nevertheless, they have not been scraped from his soul.

　That's why Lovell said all the words he could. It was as if he was a young child who had learned to speak and was desperately trying to express his feelings.

"Then let's take revenge immediately, Lugis. The right to destroy everything is in your hands. Lord Vriligant wants you to have enough hatred to keep you from burning up.

　Labur says, holding out his hand. His eyes were as sincere as ever. No falsehoods, just the truth.



　Revenge. Murmuring this, Lugis lightly taps himself on the shoulder with his magic sword and narrows his eyes. He looks into the distance for a moment and opens his mouth.

"It's not like I don't know what you're talking about. I remember it too. I'm sure I've been where you are and I'm sure I've thought the same thing at one time or another.

　Revenge is always better than nothing. The cheeks of Lugis seemed to bite into something as he said this.

　Seeing this, Lovell took a step forward. But as if to hold her back, Rougis opened his palm.

I'm just trying to be something I'm not. Labur. You're right, I'm just a scoundrel. But there's more to being a scoundrel than meets the eye. Sometimes it helps to live for it.

　If this is a curse, then I'm d*mned to death. I'm sure you'll be able to find something that will help you. You can say that he showed his will to fight.

　Rabur unknowingly found himself biting his lip. As he thrust his magic leg into the ground, he asked.

"Even if it's impossible? Answer immediately.

"As long as there is a will, there is no such thing as impossible. At least, not for me.

　After the question and answer, the two sides move back into a battle stance.

　That was the moment. A white beam of light pierced Laboure's eyes. And it wasn't just one light, but it was pouring down like rain.

　--Agathos the Demon's jeweled light.

　Lovell reflexively drew a semicircle with his magic leg. Even so, he couldn't cut through the jewel. He leaps to get rid of it.

　But after he jumped, he realized that it was a mistake. A chill went down Lovell's spine.

　A line of black scarlet runs through the air towards Lovell, who has jumped through midair. There is no point in asking what it is anymore. As if blown away by the giant sword, Lovell was slammed to the ground after a few clicks.

　One of his arms complained of pain, as if it were lost. Apparently, the momentary exchange had caused it to lose its function.

Hmm, I guess it won't kill me. A mage is a sturdy thing.

　A sharp voice that seemed to pierce through space itself. The wavelength of magic power reminiscent of giants. I'm not sure what to make of it.

　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

You're mine. You've done a lot of good with my things. Don't you think that sin should be remedied by punishment?

　Those words don't demand an answer. It's self-contained. All she cared about was cutting off Laboure's head.

　He raised his magic leg and said.

"I have not committed a single sin. Now understand. You should take a look at your actions.

　Kalia fluttered her silver hair and lifted her cheeks. There were no more words, the silence told her.