Emotion Taster

Arc 4 New Stage: Chapter 67 - END

Farrel stared firmly before me, his sturdy body looking quite a threat with an axe in his hand. As for me, leaning against the tree because of the right palm hand that was pierced by a knife.

*drop

My situation was so cornered, the pain I felt was truly excruciating. Of course, there was now a knife piercing through my hand, not to mention the deep cut that was on the left arm. This leak of blood flow made me limp, losing energy until the axe on my left hand fell off to the ground.

My left hand may still be free, there is a possibility that I can pull out the knife stuck in my right palm. But, if I do, what does that mean? A rash movement will only add to the hurt and pain. The wound in my hand was severe, the nerves were touched as if they were all warning my brain of this surge of pain. Rather than escape, I might bleed out first while trying to pull the knife in my hand.

“Sorry, Kaivan. I think I have a cheating condition here,” said Farrel who tried to invite me to speak in a calm tone while walking leisurely puffing. “People I play have martial arts skills. All her memories are in my head now, it's like I installed a new skill to fight.”

“...”

I just kept quiet, looking at him with a cynical look with my head following his path.

“Don't look at me like a grudge, Ivan. We ‘kan friends have been from a long time. I won't kill you now either. So, don't be afraid to die, I think it's just forced because you started fighting.”

Farrel stayed away for a moment, he walked towards the trap hole where I had fallen. There, he quickly went in and came back, taking said a sword that was already blood-colored from slashing my hand earlier.

“So, you did it, yes, Farrel,” I said muttering to the man who was quite far away. “Keep, what are your plans now? Are you going to kill everyone?”

“Don't think so, I'm not a bad guy now. If you have a mission, I have one too. It's true that the person I'm playing is the villain, but I'm not here to kill everyone.”

“Heh, don't kill all ..?” I asked with deham. “So how many do you want to kill?”

“Entahlah, depending on the conditions, it could be just one or it could be increased.”

“What is it? So, you think you can just pick that person for you to kill? As for you, as different as I am, Amalia who was there is much more kaut than me,” I said a little threatening.

“Sure I know, Kaivan. Several times I heard that he could even kill a huge monster in that first challenge. I'm not too stupid, at least I know my plan if like I'm going to kill him.”

“...”

Farrell walked back towards me. After successfully carrying the sword blade, he approached while wiping the bloodstains on the sword to talk to me again.

“I want you not to have much contact anymore, Kaivan. As much as possible I will make the best ending. From here, I have chosen who will die and not make you sad.”

“The best end ...? So the best end it still has to be someone dead,” I said still in a limp tone.

“Come, Kaivan. We were brought into the world of magic because of you. At least you have to sacrifice because from the beginning it was your fault. Besides, there are already dead now, add some may not be much different.”

Uh ... wait a minute.

I remembered back. Farrel should not be alone in this forest. From the news of the show, he went looking for hunted animals. Of course, the task will be heavy if it has to be done alone. But, his being alone here raises questions.

“Hanz ... where is he?” ask me who is curious.

“Oh, that chef,” said Farrel who directed an eye to the top right recalling the incident. “From all the members, that person gave me the most goosebumps. So, yes ...he I killed just now.”

“Eh?” my response widened my eyes. “You're serious?”

“Yes, why am I lying now? I'm sure his chest was stabbed and his body dumped into the cliff. There's no way he survived.”

*Heath ....

Farrel there began to sheathe his sword blade and axe. He who was ready with his equipment began to move away from me and walked towards the inn.

“...”

Until that moment I still did not fight. It was a hand pain that inexplicably began to grow now. Maybe a few seconds passed making my veins swell, giving additional stimulation to the wounds on both my hands now.

Yes, it is true. Maybe it's a little selfish of me to expect a happy ending now. One person is dead outside my watch, and it might be delusional if I still insist on being smart enough to walk slowly. Basically, the person who fights is the one who wins.

“One more time, Farrel ... before you go,” I said calling Farrel who is away once again.

“What's up?”

“Can you tell me your destination? What are you chasing now to kill someone like this?”

“If you ask the background of the reason for the person I played, the reason is because of fines. The man who became the teacher actually had the same scandal as the sultan girl played by Imarine. About my relationship with the sultan girl. Yes ... Let's just say the guy I played had strong feelings for him.”

“Then I know, Farrel,” I said I chimed in the answer.

From the beginning, this case was a premeditated murder. It has become a big clue that the perpetrator is strongly suspected of having an important bond with the victim, or at least the environment that the victim. I don't know what the reason is, but normally humans wouldn't look for trouble by making a mature plan just to kill people randomly.

I secretly asked for some information about one person from the point of view of a different person. Then, get a story like that is quite unique. Something like a guru tainting the son of the sultan here.

Yes, I'm not surprised. Compared to Hanz who acts as a chef and just got to know the teacher at this inn. More suspicious of us as students who have known the teacher for a long time.

But, it's not important.

“What I'm asking now, huh, hh .. you ... no, your goal. Your goal about this, what do you get later, Farrel?”

“My destination, yes ...,” Farrel murmured while looking at the sky. “Do you still not understand until now? You should have realized, Kaivan. But, until now you still call me using that name.”

“In my eyes, you are still you, Farrel.”

“Iya, right. I'm still me. But, out there there is still Farrel who knows you, the real Farrel and never touch the same magic world.”

“...”

It is a fact that is a little difficult to accept. The reason is, pointing Farrel as the perpetrator of crime in this world is tantamount to accusing him as a pawn, a fake player made by Octa, tasked with sneaking as a troublemaker.

Not because I have no other supporting evidence. Merely, my own heart refutes this a little. Because ....

“I remember, I could stand here because you saved me back then, Farrel. Whether you are fake or not, I still see you as a human.”

Farrel who saved me from the monster attack was Farrel who was standing in front of me. He with his humanity was even willing to risk his life for me, the one who brought him into the world of a jerk full of danger.

It's hard enough to forget the people who saved me so many times, the people who fought together and taught each other how to survive, people who have been with me longer than anyone else in the world.

“If you can think like that, it means you also know what I want now.”

“...”

“I'm not the same person as you. But, in my head right now I'm human, I want to live. If this is just one way to survive. I don't mind. I'm not until a week after it was created, and I don't want to die here.”

“So, you want to kill someone else let you live? Then why not just kill me?” ask me cynically.

“Unfortunately it wasn't part of the plan. But, Kaivan .. believe me, I'm serious. I dare to make this choice because this is the way to play. If you can't lose me now, there's no hope you can have a happy ending without my help.”

*Step, step, step ....

Farrel ran away leaving me there. He with a decision and a strong determination had already decided on the path he had chosen. The goal is clear, what he does is planned and sticking to the principle of survival. As for me, now it only accepts the fate of being stabbed nailing along a tree trunk.

Farrel's body had begun to be invisible, the sound of foot rustling stepping on the leaves had also vanished into the silence of the forest.

Waiting, waiting ....

One minute, two minutes, stand up and feel sore at the ankle.

With my head down and my glare, I still did nothing. If I don't move, I'll probably rot there.

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“Ah .. Kaivan, did you deliberately wait? Or your silence now is a plan.”

Then, in the middle of the forest appeared a subtle sound. From a man who had an adorable and calm gaze, along with the forest wind the sound fused because of the type of atmosphere. The voice from Hanz, the man with whitish hair and bright blue eyes came casually facing me who was being impaled on the tree.

I raised my head, directing my gaze at the person standing in front now.

“Heh.”

Then, I cleared my throat while smiling. Seeing the situation was not with a surprised response because Hanz was still alive, but more downplayed.

　

　

“How long, Hanz?” I asked in a condescending tone.

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

　

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I might not have considered Hanz the most powerful person. In accordance with the allegations from Farrel, his ability is still mysterious and indeed the right action to eliminate him first.

But, Farrel didn't seem to know even a single clue from Hanz. A man with a blank stare like this has such incredible strength that it makes me scary. He could make himself disappear could not be seen either his existence or the change of environment over his existence.

Maybe Farrel felt confident because he saw Hanz fall off a cliff. I don't know how I can be like that. But it's pretty strange to think about it. The reason, Hanz also has another great ability, which can change into a giant owl and fly without a sound vibration.

“I didn't expect that you would be cornered so soon, Kaivan. My delay is actually only a fraction of the error,” said Hanz who walked closer.

I had previously guessed that Hanz would not die so easily. I mean, he's a guy who has the ability to fly in the air with his ghost bird. Of course if he was serious, Hanz should not have allowed himself to get stabbed or even fall into the cliff.

“Sorry, until then I was still in doubt. Indeed, I should have been more assertive to make a decision.”

“Then, have you decided now? I won't let you go if you're still immersed in that naive behavior,” said Hanz, who still looked at me right in front of me.

“Heh, do I have to tell you directly? Aren't you more sensitive to time like gini?” my little thump. “Yes, I'm not surprised anymore. Farrel is the enemy now, if he comes to kill, I will also kill back,” and then I continued with a firm sentence full of confidence.

“Good then.”

*pull

“Gkhak!?”

Hanz pulled the blade of the blade stuck in the tree. Roughly without warning, the man pulled it out with a single straight pull. Its strong enough power made the tree shake, scattering some leaves, and splashing my blood because of it.

That's probably the quickest way. Although there was a slight wound due to the sharp friction that penetrated the palm, the incident that was too fast momentarily left me unconscious with pain.

“Hah, hh, hah ...,” my breath is a little heavy, my motion is a little stiff because anemia also tried to hold the right hand clogged his blood vessels. “Ah, hah .. huft, hah ... Hanz ... hah, hh .. Can't you slow down a bit? My hands are broad gini it hurts badly— Hah, hh ...”

My hands were positioned upward, the veins in my arms pressed down slightly to lower her blood pressure. Even so, both of my hands are injured. When I used the power of my left hand to press my right hand, the bleeding on my left hand continued. It's a little complicated, but the wound on the right hand is more severe. So I still choose to continue that.

“No need to worry, Kaivan. You have a very powerful regeneration system for humans. You could say, maybe it's also one of your magic abilities.”

*drop

Hanz tried to defend her abusive actions just now. He said this while throwing away the blood-soaked blade that had previously nailed me to the tree.

“Huh? How does rapid regeneration mean? My hand is not a lizard tail,” I said slightly cursing.

“You .. too noisy. With a lot of useless movements like that, you will only add to the pain,” said Hanz who looks calm like my wound is not a big thing. “One thing we have to do, go catch up with that guy named Farrel before he launches his plan.”

“Plan ... You know what Farrel kayak plan is, Hanz?” I was a little curious.

“If you want to know, why don't you see for yourself later. All this time me and you were just guessing. So, get your axe and get Ann on your lap right now. We'll move fast.”

“OK, same axe— Hn?”

Ann's?

I was distracted to pick up the axe that had fallen off, ignoring the wound and pain in my hollow palm just now. But, back I was attacked by a sense of confusion.

Right, Hanz should be with Ann the little boy.

I shook my head, in various directions to use my eyes to look at the surroundings quickly. Since then, I was unaware of its existence. So, it would be a little bit of a shock if it was true that the girl was there.

Right, left, back, one second I use and the result is nil. Until finally ....

“I am here ... below here, Kaivan.”

“Eh?”

The voice is pointing downwards. So, hearing this, I stopped looking at the left right side. Now, my gaze decreased, looking towards an angle below the left as the sound vibrated.

“Hanz will fly once again. He would have trouble carrying two people at once with the paws of a bird. So, please help her so that I can be brought with you,” said the girl Ann meekly.

Yes, Ann's body is much smaller. I remember at that time how the size of Hanz's body with the shape of a ghost bird. It was so big that it could lift me who weighed about fifty kilos. With those large claws, of course the solution will be considered easier.

“Oke, Ann,” nods me yes. “But, if you can hold strong. My hand is not strong at all.”

“No problem, I can take care of myself. Just make sure that you are not tired of lifting children who have a weight of thirty kilograms.”

After saying this, Ann started spinning around a bit. He is looking for the most appropriate gaps and angles to take into account how to get a comfortable position. My own body might be quite big, carrying it on my back is not a bad choice. But, this time I will be carried by Hanz in the form of an owl by carrying his claws. So, back is not a good choice.

Ann gave me a cue, she pointed her hand down as if asking me to lower myself. There I asked a little confirm, then Ann answered briefly justify.

Hearing that, I bent my knees lowered my body a little. The girl seems to have decided, she will ride in front of me like a toddler's cradle.

I was there just silent, or maybe moving a little squirming due to the natural response. Most of the keys and handles are represented by Ann, now she's tied to holding my shoulder like a whole child's carrying.

“Ann, how are you feeling?” I was curious because he didn't give much comment on this.

“First, your body is filled with the smell of blood. Secondly, your body is also filled with the smell of the soil. Third, I was still fine until you finally asked. The feeling I feel now is quite annoying,” explained Ann straight with her mature firm tone.

“Heh, sorry, I also will not be kayak gini if for example I can choose,” I replied berkilah with a mild deham.

Yes, you could say my situation is that bad. The various impurities that were attached had already reached a disgusting point to approach. Moreover, Ann was in clean condition without much stain. But, what can I do. Rather than complaining about cleanliness, I just wish the wound state could improve.

*Krek, crane, crane ....

The sound of tree fissure rang out, Hanz who was originally in front of me is now done with his transformation into a giant owl. Its large size made some trees fall, its existence so magnificent so striking and amazed me who was looking at it.

“Wo-woah!”

*Krek, crane ....

My response was quite startled, a reflex to dodge by lowering my head.

Hanz with the shape of a giant owl fluttered his wings. He bent or even uprooted some trees around me. I was initially a little scared that he wanted to attack me as a prey. But, looking at the open territory he formed, it seemed like what he was doing was well-founded.

*jumps

“Gkh ..”.

A powerful swing, leaping with great energy until the wind, dust, and leaves shot out toward him with Hanz. He with the shape of an owl as if making a momentary typhoon with just the flying prefix.

The air shaking may only happen for a moment. After he actually flew, Hanz precisely glided through the air without a sound.

Flying high, vertically into the sky streamlining the body still continued to throw his body into the air. But, when the speed slowed down, he started to turn and flew towards me to do the action.

Gliding fast, it looks like a big object is like a giant plane without sound that wants to hit me.

Hn?

Wait, this time I didn't bring a bag, he couldn't grip me with it. Then, my clothes are also not a jacket, thick clothes my shirt felt will not survive if I have to support my weight. And lastly, my hand. If indeed I will fly like a kitten lifted straight, then my hand will feel excessive pain.

There was no pedestal, then how could Hanz lift me? With unusually large claws, I could have died from a wrong position—

　

　

*grap

　

　

　

　

　

　

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The form of a giant owl from Hanz darted fiercely at me. It felt like the atmosphere was vibrating every second, until at one point I closed my eyes due to reflexes, at the moment when the owl's claws were closing fast.

*grap

At first I thought the pain followed when Hanz hooked his claws onto my body.

Hn?

But I don't feel anything painful. My shadow of Hanz being able to tear my body with its claws, or maybe at least pull my hand forcefully until it bleeds again, all of it is gone and gone.

Now, I just feel the usual cold wind.

My eyes began to open little by little, venturing to find out what was happening. Then, just as I was conscious, I saw my feet drift. At that time, I was already flying in the air.

“That's a shame, Kaivan. Why did you become a coward just because you were taken flying like this?”

There was a voice from Ann, her position was still carried forward like a toddler was talking close to my ear. Therefore, the condition of the large air friction in the ear remains not a barrier to the sound of the little boy passing into my ear.

Actually, my condition is much better now than when I first left with Hanz. The reason, my feet are not too dark, the air friction is not too severe to brush my skin, hair and eardrums. Then, last and most importantly, the claws of the giant owl from Hanz that originally gave a cringe and a little pain now just did not feel.

I looked up, looked in that direction and ascertained where my body was holding onto. But ....

Hn? Empty? Ha-huh ...?

My body is not hooked on anything, so are the large claws of the Hanz owl. We both do not touch, but stay connected like we are still in one unit. Somehow I could feel a shape where there was no visible tool hooked firmly on my body.

“I understand, you must be confused, ‘kan? It's okay, if you are shocked, actually the reason is very simple to be accepted by you now.”

Ann asked to talk to me again. It seemed like he could deduce what I was thinking by looking at my confused face looking around.

“I know that Hanz does have something to do with magic. But, I didn't know that he could make something like a wall or a see-through handle. If gini, he can also attack using a weapon that says—“

“No, Kaivan. That ability is not from Hanz. But I was the one who did it.”

“...”

Honestly, I'm not really surprised by that either. People who have a connection to magic also have a high possibility that people he knows also have. Like people with the same hobbies, people with magic abilities somehow seem to be aware of themselves and will end up where they will gather.

“In that case, you get into a witch or animus—“

*explode

DUARRHG ....!!

The distance where I was when stabbed in a tree with the lodging position was not too far away. It was only natural because we had previously only been to the forest to pick up food. So, it wasn't until a few minutes of air transport for our giant owl to arrive.

“Me-explosive ..?” I said muttering.

However, my arrival there was greeted with unpleasant events. The sunset was adorned by a huge fire explosion that destroyed half of the inn.

The explosion was quite severe, some building debris was thrown and plumes of smoke enslaved to the form of black mold upwards.

Ah .. So this means Farrel's plan.

My heart was full of negative feelings. Realizing that the damage that looks so great, I'm sure the occupants there will not escape unharmed.

I understand the reason why Farrel dared to take action. Amalia is someone I don't want to be made an enemy of. The power of his magic is so great that it can manipulate his physicality to be able to fight great battles. I accompanied him to practice and could see his progress.

So, of course Farrel who studied it also decided not to fight directly. The big explosion from the direction of the inn explained that he showed great intentions for the entire inn.

Regret and anger began to appear. If only my hands could still be moved normally, I would have already clenched my hands as a form of emotional overflow.

The hot temperature started to feel when I got closer to the inn. It seems like the air movement continues to move rapidly into the sky until we get to where we are flying.

Hanz there also sensed it, his flight becoming unstable as the hot air pressure made his wings flutter unstable. He with the form of his ghost bird performed a sudden brake, flying flapping in the opposite direction, while trying to find a detour.

My skin is hot, the fine hairs on my skin are burning because of it. In fact, at one point Ann the little girl was also grumbling hiding her face in my chest. Although we were not exposed to the mushroom-shaped smoke from the explosion, the heat produced was not a joke.

Hanz tried to change direction, he looked for a slightly empty spot in the backyard to land. But the fire has spread more than expected. So, in the end he chose a place a little deeper into the forest for safety.

*Thrand ....

The wings are slowly slowed. All the leaves and grass were fluttering out of the way exactly as the helicopter wanted to land. It's just that the Hanz movement as a bird is more rhythmic than a machine.

I lengthened and prepared the foot position for landing. Because there I was carrying Ann on my chest, of course I couldn't land too high.

“Huft, huh ..”

Buk.

My feet touched the ground. A little rough to the point of turning me down, but it wasn't so bad that I could knock down my horses. We are now very close to the inn. So, the first thing I did was take Ann down so I could run after the other members that Farrel had framed.

Ann was there following my movements, she put her feet on the ground as well after I lowered my head giving her space.

My feelings there continue to be haunted by anxiety. Because, at the distance where I landed, it turned out that the hot temperature of the explosion and the rest of the burning fire I could feel radiating out.

“Hh, huh, huh, hah ...”

My breath began to rush, my blood was boiling as emotions of anger began to emerge from within me. Looking from afar the explosion turned out differently when you were face to face. The entire rubble of the scattered buildings also made bad thoughts continue to pass.

Okay, sip.

After Ann came down, I quickly threw out a running leg all over the strong desire that had been held back.

“Kaivan, wait!” said Ann who was a little surprised to see my sudden movements just now.

“You shut up, I'll go there first.”

But, I answered coldly refusing to wait. There I gave Ann a brief look where my back seemed to shrink running towards the embers.

The distance was not far, I just darted between the rest of the trees a few meters away. Not one minute, then I arrived at the back door, place and room next to the lodging kitchen.

“...”

Eh?

*Pltak, tagged ....

The sound of sparks burning wood, exploding bit by bit produced a sound similar to firecrackers.

My run had stopped looking at a mess where the lodging kitchen had been completely destroyed into embers and ruins. I'm not sure how to make such a big explosion in a limited place like this. But, most likely it comes from gas fuel. The reason is, oil and gasoline normally will not be able to produce explosions like this.

I looked and felt the heat, letting the heat spread my sweaty face, until at last ....

Ah, true. Others ... How is their fate?

I remember the purpose of my rescue.

Immediately I ran around a bit, leaving Hanz and Ann behind to immediately find a way in the main door. In terms of damage, I still suspect that the front door still has a shape to be entered.

“Hah, hh, hah, hhah ...,” my breath gasps while running, forcing my body which is actually still bleeding in both arms.

I thought once that all the members here were dead, or at least they fled into the forest to save themselves from danger. Seeing this chaos, there was certainly no reason for them to settle in full of danger.

However ....

*Whoush ....

“Gkhg!?”

Emotional waves .. anger.

So dense, it spread throughout the atmosphere that the taste of my eyes and skin felt the intense heat. The temperature of the fire alone was enough to make me stuffy, and now I am again faced with the torment of the wave of emotions.

That's what I might be thinking right now. But this time I was more grateful to feel it. Although it hurts, the existence of emotional waves signifies good news, because only one wave of intense emotions of anger that I can feel can be like this.

Amalia ....

Amalia is still inside. Directions are right inside the inn building. That girl, that girl is still alive.

“Amalia ..!”

*crash

Bugh!

　

　

I broke down the main door, shouting while calling the girl's name to pick her up.

　

　

　

　

　

　

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*Shelves, krack ....

The sound of wood coming that alternately, the distinctive fracturing of the burning flakes formed fireworks. After opening and looking into the inn hall, something I saw was a room full of embers. The hall that was supposed to be filled empty and connected to various rooms was gone. Since most of the building has been destroyed, access roads to the dining room, to the first floor rooms, bathrooms, study grounds, and even on the second floor stairs ... everything was destroyed covered in burning wood ruins.

It was the first state, the smoke billowing and in the room for an instant had blinded me and distracted me. What I was looking for was not found. However ....

Stank up!

The sound of metal clashing sounded clear. In the midst of the rippling sound of embers, it turned out that there was still the thump of the fight.

My eyes were wide open due to a streak of spirit amidst the hot smoke. Signs of life are still heard, although not a good sign. So I decided to go deeper into the burning building.

I stepped up, walking while shaking my hands to divert the smoke in front of my face. It might not help much, but it's enough to make me get some fresh air.

“It looks like we're late. Kaivan has arrived first.”

Hn?

I heard a voice, from the direction within the inn that I did not know the source of.

My eyes were still a little worn out by the harsh scenery. The hot temperature, the glare and the pain caused by the embers made me squint. The condition made my distance of view reduced drastically.

“Then why don't you help? Just one more person, and we can finish.”

Back sounds. But, unlike the voice just now, I can clearly tell that the owner of the voice is a man. Or ... If I have to say, it's Farrel. Given that there is no other number of men who can fill, of course I can guess.

Uhuk, uhuk ....

Coughing because my breathing is disturbed. The atmosphere in the room was filled with smoke and carbon dioxide. Given the burning of fire that both require oxygen, the place is certainly hell for humans.

I walked faster, keeping my feet off the various ruins of the fire, until I was finally close enough and fully wagged to see what was going on.

*Swings ....

Shake my hand once again. Then, I saw the presence of people gathered at one point, they were brandishing weapons at each other, spreading their existence like a stage show.

“Sorry, I'm not the type of fighter. If you want my help, I only give you a little help with little magic.”

“Anything, whatever. Small help let me not trouble myself.”

The two people who were talking were also certainly seen by me.

I wasn't surprised by Farrel leading the conversation. But, I did not expect that it turned out that the interlocutor was Pero, the raven demon who used to always be by Amalia's side defending her. A different atmosphere was felt from her now, the crow woman standing behind Farrel faced Amalia brandishing a weapon.

“Alright, I will help you survive by using resistance magic. At least, you won't die from being trapped in the fire. Knowing the initial mission and the current conditions, we can win if they do not get out of the house,” said Pero who spoke with Farrel again.

Undoubtedly, Pero is indeed on Farrel's side which helps him as a pawn in this world. If she was still with her former nature, it would be impossible for her to allow Amalia here herself with her possessive attitude just yet.

I was there running small following. Not to attack, but to defend. The reason, I also saw another person who turned out to be behind Amalia. With her back-body hiding her face, I didn't see what she looked like. But, since there are no other members, of course I can quickly respond if it is the rest of the people who are being protected.

“Amalia!” call me a little scream in the heat of a burning building. “Hold a minute, I'll take the others outside!” then I continued running to the person who had half-back standing shelter from hot—

“Stop, Kaivan!”

“Hh!?”

But there I was violently beaten. Threatened by a loud noise that made me stop my steps for a moment. Farrel who was there was seen issuing his voice filled with anger emotions, he shouted as well while changing the direction of the gun to be towards me.

“Listen, Kaivan. I told you that I'm here looking for a good ending. But, if you are still reckless, I do not hesitate to kill you now.”

“...”

The threat was piercing me in the ear. With a cold voice and a sharp gaze from Farrel, I felt a deep hatred.

But, if asked if I was afraid, the answer would be obvious.

“Heh, I'll try if I can, Farrel. Two against one, and here is Amalia. You have no right to negotiate now,” I replied with an arrogant deham of disdain.

From the beginning I was never afraid of people because of their nature. Everything I felt was clearly felt through the waves of emotions he was emitting. No matter how scary her appearance and attitude were, as long as the wave of emotions she let out did not hurt, I would be fine.

*Step!

I continued walking, hard enough that the pounding of wood in the burning inn sounded loud indicating my movement.

The three of us initially formed three triangular angles. Then, when I decided to run, the formation began to break down, the point of my body there leading to the back of Amalia to save the captives.

“Kaivan ..!!”

Farrel shouted loudly, carrying his anger with the axe while running and making a loud swing full of killing intent.

Stank up!

“Gkh!”

But there was Amalia. A magical girl with her powers on and off would be able to quickly respond and protect me at such times. With her special knife, Amalia fought with Farrel's axe. Although it looks a little awkward, but it turns out that the small knife weapon belonging to Amalia is exactly like its former form against Geza, so hard and almost indestructible.

“Oke, sip, Amalia,” said I kept running small leaving them, speeding to secure the people left behind.

“Gkhth, hh, huh, huh! Whoi, Kaivan!” call Farrel who's fighting Amalia. “Are you not ashamed of being protected by gini girls!?”

“Then you should have missed it, Farrel. You're also the one who made the blast to kill the girls here. No gentle at all,” reply me a little scream.

Stank, stank, stank!

The sound of gunfights was heard again, in quite loud and felt quickly moved to various sides. I was a little stunned as they turned out to be able to move freely in the midst of the burning hot chaos of the inn building.

I did not run for a minute, still in the same room where I finally reached the corner where the body of the person who was sheltering was exposed.

“...”

I looked, but it turned out that the response from the person there was quite slow. I tried to focus, sharpening my vision in the middle of the smoke. Then, finally seen, the angled body there turned out to be three, brother Dina, Imarine, and Azarin. With the lodging conditions on fire, the three of them took refuge behind Amalia as the main fighter.

“Lu-joe? Burned?” I muttered a little out of my mouth.

The first sight I saw was a back full of burns. Penetrating most of the clothes, the first body I saw was almost completely damaged.

It felt quite awful, especially when I started to see smoke bias emerging from the surface of the wound. It seemed like he was at a point too close to the source of the explosion. But it turns out that all of that is still not finished. Because ....

“Ka-Kaivan, yes ...”

“Hh!?”

From the back view where her clothes and even her hair were broken on fire, I didn't recognize her at all. However, when the girl turned her head and spoke softly to me, her identity was determined.

“Kak Dina?”

Yes, it turns out that the one who burned was Brother Dina. I just realized that the burned clothes were not uniforms. Then, the only person without a uniform left was Brother Dina. He half-standing was holding two people in his arms.

“Eheheh, you came very late, brother to the burning like gini. Ah ... I think you have to take responsibility, like this wound will not be lost using whitening cream—“

“Enough, sis,” finely cut light tone of speech for a depressed state. “Kakak .. luka .. luka. So, do not need a lot of jokes, you must quickly diobatin.”

While saying, I also tried to hold the hand of Dina's sister. The position that is still stretching the hands is also a little help to take the position of the sling. But ....

“Kaivan, no need to pretend. My body has been destroyed like gini, it is impossible to recover again—“

“Can, sister can be cured! Big brother just has to hold on until this world is done.”

The answer from Dina's sister was negative. His fully burned body almost all over his body made him give up. Because, I could feel the pain from the wound just by looking. His skin was already lit to ashes, whitish bones were visible from within the wound, and blood rickshaws were burned on each side making many wounds painful pus.

“Ahaha .. its good might indeed be like that. But, brother is not you, Kaivan. Unfortunately, my sister only has an ordinary body. Eheheh, yes .. so, this is yes it feels like die—”

“Wait, Brother! Woi, stop, don't say die!”

“Sorry, Ivan. Actually I can't take it anymore.”

“No, sister can!” I said reassuringly, though there I also knew so critically that I could not find the right fulcrum to hold his body because it was full of wounds.

“Kaivan, I don't have magic. You think you can live like a body that has been like gini—“

“Already, enough!”

This time I snarled a little. With all my determination, I tried to change Dina's position there. At first she turned her back on me, then I slowly pulled her body so she could face me. The pain of seeing his body was my friend, as much as possible I want to hold brother Dina in my arms so that I can breathe free air in front.

“OK, sip, Brother,” I said muttering.

Sister Dina managed to move me. Now that his body is in my arms, his head that is side by side with my head makes your distance very close. But, not nervousness, but back again pain. The scent of gosongs from his body came out so painful every time it passed in my smell.

“Ivan, you should prefer two people who have fainted there than me.”

Brother Dina spoke softly, he pointed at the two girls who were sleeping rough on the floor. Because, they are people who previously embraced protected sister Dina. Either from shock or what, they both looked unconscious.

“I will also come back for them,” I said pretext against common sense and conditions on the facts of the field.

“You ever learn from the red cross? You should have saved the most dying, than the dead.”

“Sister is not dead yet, it should be the sister who needs the most.”

“Eheheh, sister also wants it. But, it seems impossible. Brother now has no hope of life, should brother is the same as the dead—“

“Stop, okay, stop!” back snapping I cut off Dina's brother's speech. “I don't want to hear that talk anymore. Should brother here positive, to where brother's vanity first that—“

“Hh!?”

*push

This time my conversation was cut. From my preparation to try to carry Dina's sister, I suddenly received a harsh treatment from her. Instantly my body and head were pushed away, with strong hand strength Dina as if she wanted to slam me to the floor.

*Slash

Eh?

However, the continued sound there turned out to be no floor bent. But something even more painful, the effect where I myself feel the horror of my own consequences is also a victim.

My head was right there opposite Dina's sister. So, I didn't see what the woman saw. So, after I looked back, I was faced with another horrible incident.

“Ah, missed,” says the man who was carrying the ax. “Iya, reasonable. Maybe indeed the original figure of a sister should protect her sister kayak gini.”

“...”

There Farrel looks with his axe. He spoke calmly as if he were innocent. The reason, blood splashes have been seen on his clothes and axes. Him, he ....

He has attacked Dina's sister directly.

Right on her neck, slashing straight through the spine, spitting out blood and making Dina's leg completely unsaved. Farrel clearly demonstrated his ferocity by showing the humans he killed as butchers.

*Dug, dug ....

“...”

It feels so painful. When sister Dina stopped responding and fell sprawled with a very bad appearance full of blood and a broken face, at that very moment Farrel had scratched my heart.

Huh, hh, huh, huh ....

My breathing is irregular there. Stagnating, fractured, and disturbed due to a pulse mixed with breath refers to sobs.

*glench

However, at the same time the sadness turned into an overwhelming anger. The murderer of that person is still in front of me without any guilt at all. Together with my fists and grumbling teeth, I gathered all my pent-up emotions and never let out.

Even though Dina's sister is only one small person from this world, but she is one of the people who accompanied me to live together in a world that has abandoned me. Sudden death .. or rather the life that was taken suddenly .. all that I bestowed along with brutal anger.

　

　

Heh, well, Farrel. If you want a fight, I'll give it to you.

　

　

　

　

　

　

*****

　

　

　

　

　

　

The condition there is actually worsening every second. Ruins from wooden buildings continued to fall, the fire grew larger, and the thinner air was replaced by carbon dioxide by the flame.

There is minimal ventilation here. If I stay here for too long, I shouldn't survive suffocation because I'm running out of oxygen.

I looked the other way. Behind Farrel was Amalia who was bowing half-standing lowering her weapon. At first I was also a little surprised, the arrival of Farrel who suddenly attacked Dina's sister is the meaning that Amalia has been separated from him. For a moment I thought she was defeated, but it turned out that the witch girl was just stuck not fighting back.

“Ka-Kaivan ..” says Amalia is a little heavy as if she's being squeezed. “Sorry, I-I can't move now ...”

“...”

Hearing that, I tried to find the cause. Then, there I could see Pero who was stretching his hand towards Amalia. I have no clear evidence, but indeed something that the crow demon did was something like magic in order to hinder Amalia.

In any case, stopping Amalia as a mainstay fighter is the best choice for them and at the same time the worst for me. But, it seems that Farrel's side also does not mean not to accept the impact. If Pero continues to stretch his arms until now, it means that he must be alert to the magic that holds Amalia and have no chance to help Farrel.

Now, Farrel and I are purely one-on-one. While picking up the axe from the waist, I continued to stare at Farrel who was walking towards each other and put the horses down.

“Kaivan, I still haven't given up. We don't have to kill each other if you follow what I say,” Farrel said in a persuasive tone.

“Heh, basic sucks. You still say stupid things like that when you killed sister Dina in front of my eyes?”

“No results without hard work. You can't change if you never sacrifice. I need him dead. Just so you know, I have chosen it for you your dead brother because it seems you are more familiar with Imarine,” explained Farrel who still did not feel his sin.

“So, if sister Dina dies, you will kill Ima?”

“Iya.”

　

　

*Dug, dug ....

　

　

　

　

******

　

　

　

　

*Dug, dug ....

My heart rate was pounding faster, racing every second with the rise in blood pressure. My face was heating up, my ears were flushed, and my entire body was being pushed hard in line with the house burning in the embers.

All this anger I expressed in the form of a look of hatred, growling and sneering at Farrel in front of me. With my body condition being driven like this, I have enough confidence to strike back.

“HaaAaa!”

I swung the weapon, from top right to left carry it according to my hand grip. The movement was so brutal to me, it was like an attack on****the raging forest was goring its enemies.

“Woah!?”

Farrel dodged it, slightly tilting the body pulling back from my axe strike.

“HaAAa!!”

I screamed again, carrying out a follow-up attack while returning to pursue his body that had previously dodged. From the end of the axe just now, I swung horizontally to split his stomach.

*dodge

However, back once again Farrel could avoid. He with his speed it could step back again even though the situation just now was a little unstable shake.

The second obstacle upset me. Hence I tried to carry out even more aggressive attacks where Farrel might not be able to avoid them anymore.

Right, left, up, and down, I continued to attack blindly. The desire to hurt him, the desire to tear him apart, the anger with the lanterns to tear his body apart, the desire where I want to see blood gushing from Farrel's body. It all went through my head forgetting common sense.

My muscles hardened to make an attack, my gnarled teeth made an angry expression come out so clearly. Along with the chaos there, I continued to attack Farrel in retaliation for all his actions.

*Dodge, dodge, dodge ....

He kept dodging, but I didn't give up. Every time he retreated, I went back forward to rival his speed with a follow-up attack. Every time he dodged, I broke back like a barbarian. Then, until the end ....

Stank up!

Farrel raised his blood-stained axe, using the weapon to defend against the strong vertical attack that was directly aimed at his head.

“...”

“...”

We looked at each other, through the axes that were fighting each other exchanged emotions of hatred for each other. The man's face looked slightly wrinkled, his stamina had probably been quite drained since his body was forced to do a lot of work. Sweat that pours out, flows through the eyebrows and soaks the face full of dust. With a loud breath, he was still trying to resist the thrust of my axe with his strength.

I held the axe with two hands, trying to complete the movement relying on the entire spirit that was deployed now. In fact, at one point I could feel blood seeping from the wound on the arm due to the excess movement just now. But ....

Stank!!

“Gkhah!?”

Farrel turned out to be stronger, he was able to defeat the force of the thrust. Taking the small chance, the man brushed aside my body and axe weapon retreating away from him.

I bounced a few steps back, took a safe distance and momentarily rested motionless. My body condition at that time was chaotic and would produce a limp movement if I decided to move.

“Hah, hh, hah, hah .. hah ...”

My rapid breathing deflated my chest while bending over from exhaustion.

Farrel is now quite strange, the movement is more agile than humans in general, even in conditions where the oxygen supply should be thinned due to being trapped in embers. It was quite awkward, even though I could feel the fire smoke billows that were poisoning my veins right now.

“Can we just stop this, Kaivan? Technically, we already have no reason to fight each other.”

Suddenly Farrel asked me to speak, he with his axe made a resting position. With the tip of the weapon lowered, I could feel that he was taking me to the truce stage.

“Nothing ...? Heh, you said it was time to kill sister Dina?” timpalku with a cynical tone.

“My mission is to kill at least three people. Once done, we can all escape according to the existing rules.”

*Pltak, tagged ....

The sound of small eruptions of burning wood in the houses.

I looked towards Amalia, she was sitting down with a downward look like she was tired. But, at a distance away I saw Pero who was stretching his hand towards Amalia.

It's pretty weird that Farrel could beat him. So, when I looked at the situation, it was unanimous that Peter was sabotaging so that Amalia could not fight Farrel now. Something about magic again, something that throws down the main invading force of the girl who is both using magic.

In my heart I slightly cursed the returning girl not to fall into uselessness. But, this time a much greater sense of resentment and anger exploded towards Farrel.

“Mission ...? Mission from where? I never got a mission like that,” my question is for now quite limped due to shortness of breath.

“Because only I as a doer can know it. Here I am as a doer, and that is the only way that I can get out safely.”

“Heh,” my deham is a little mocking. “How's it going? Are you done now? Where's your mission mark done now? Ha!?” I said a little solot.

“Iya, right. From the reports I got, the person I killed was not completely dead. Yes ... ignore your brother now, maybe chef Hanz and the little boy are still dying in the forest.”

Ignore my brother ...?

An annoyance arose when he said so. But, I obeyed what he said to not discuss my brother first.

Judging from his words, Farrel apparently thought that his plan was successful. Her common sense still accepts that Hanz was killed in the forest.

I might not have been too surprised when he was still confident, there was basically no evidence to suggest that he had failed. But, there again the feeling of anger arose, Farrel in front of me was the one who turned out to be able to kill a child without sinning at all. I can tell because he said something about the little boy that was with Hanz.

“You know. ‘kan? Than we fight unclear, you should help me to find the bodies of both of them and—“

*wind

*Shelves, krak, krak ....

Suddenly a loud noise emerged, from the outside of the inn there was a noise like a storm. So loud, cut Farrel's words until he was distracted. The flames around the swaying were exposed to the motion of the air, the sound of fracturing and wooden rocking increasingly loudly filled the ears. Until the time ....

Brugh!!

The roof of the inn flew in the wind. Together with some ruins and embers of fire, now the enclosed room is damaged without a ceiling. Farrel and I were surprised, the great wind carried many parts of the inn apart. His strength was certainly very great, for a moment the people there needed to duck down and hold onto something to maintain position.

“Hah ...? Giant bird?” farrel murmured in the middle of the storm.

Hn?

I turned my head, looking up following Farrel's distracted direction.

“Hanz ...”

The storm turned out to be from Hanz, with a giant owl flapping its wings so hard to smash the roof of the burning inn.

Generally the flapping of owl wings does not cause wind or even sound. However, it seemed that this time he changed those results.

The opening of the roof of the inn was not ordinary. I who is stuffy due to lack of oxygen and trapped in a hot environment of embers will die slowly. Then, with the help of Hanz, things changed drastically. Fresh air came in, I could breathe again, and certainly the fighting spirit seeing friends present also raised my morale now.

“Wait, Hanz said!?” farrel asked a little screamed from the storm from the strong wind.

　

　

“Heh, should I say checkmate?” I replied that I tried to be cynical because of arrogance. “Honey, you don't know that Hanz is not human. So, he's not that easy to kill.”

　

　

　

　

　

　

*****

　

　

　

　

Huft .. hah ....

Enjoy, the air full of oxygen feels good. When I take a full breath I do, it's not the full chest I think it is, it's more like filling the whole lung with new energy. The heaviness in my body began to dissipate, my blood flow somehow became light and felt to form an empty space.

I just realized there, when a hole in the ceiling appeared opening a column of air, in the same hole also I felt a cold and a sense of damp. Looking up a little, and I saw the weather there turned cloudy with a small drizzle of water.

“Amalia .. did you hear?” I said without diminishing the alert on Farrel ahead. “Continue using the power of anger emotions. You who can't move can still get out of that emotional wave, ‘kan?”

“...”

*Whoush ....

A few seconds after saying that, a surge of emotion was felt on my skin. The sensation I used to feel was heating up forcibly following the anger, something where my body became boosted automatically got a lot of instinctual improvement.

Amalia didn't talk there, but she did what I asked. Indeed, he was bound by something so that he could not move by Peter there. So, something he did was to keep using his magic as my support.

“Alright, now I might lose, Kaivan. Existence if your friend's chef is a creature so-called giant bird is very far from the shadow,” explained Farrel in the midst of his shock to accept the entire change of circumstances. “Ah .. Now I need two more people to kill. Amalia may be the most dangerous, but she's still needed. So, those two substitutes might be Imarine same as Azarin—“

“Enough!!”

*swing

I shouted out loudly, exerting all the muscles in my body and launching an open attack by swinging an axe at Farrel. My frustration peaked when he talked about taking lives easily without any burden at all. Killing someone like that is not human nature, therefore I vented it with just as much anger.

However, Farrel avoided it easily. He tilted his body smoothly even though he was not alert because he spoke.

“Woah, nearly—“

“Ha!!”

Not giving it a chance, I swung the axe again towards him. More to the horizontal so that this time he could not dodge sideways.

Stank up!

Then, a gun fight happened. Two sharp axe blades struck strongly until his voice boomed throughout the room. One clean axe belongs to me, and one bloody ax belongs to Farrel. I could see it clearly, the gunfight stressing each other's energy gave me pause until I could see the blood. Then, at that moment I began to growl and exert more energy because of the frustration that exploded.

Stank up! Stank up! Stank!!

Farrel's strength is quite great, he can balance me with the adrenaline that has been fueled by the waves of emotions. With his speed and strength, he could always fend off attacks and immediately set up a position to dodge and counterattack.

Several times we fought and a few times Farrel kept his distance from me. With the brutality of the attack I was carrying out, it seemed like the man was also a little overwhelmed and chose to stay away periodically.

I'm not losing, my strength with that wave of emotions has taken away the fatigue.

Forward barbarically following Farrel, a vertical swooping swing wanted to split his head. The man again dodged, tilted his body again and again made my attack hit the empty air.

I think Farrel was cornered, he who avoided it felt that there was a panic and a little fear came out as a wave of emotion. But ....

*Slash

“Gkhakh!!”

It turned out that it was just my shadow. At one point, he took the opportunity between my attacks to counterattack. The axe swing at that time neatly slashed my right arm, adding to the old wound, now the bleeding there became worse.

“Hah, hh, hah ...,” my weary breath and trying to retreat took a break while holding the wound in that hand.

My right hand is crucial now, some people in the war will use the additional armor in that hand to protect against vital attacks. Because, without a healthy hand, then I can not attack optimally.

The wound gives bleeding until it flows and drips into the elbow. I was there trying to grab hold of her and stop the bleeding. Although the results are not felt at all.

“Sorry, Kaivan. If you think I'm fighting on my own, you can eliminate that now. From the beginning until now, I've always been helped.”

“...”

I looked at Farrel with a cynical look. First the sentence passed in my ear, I did not understand what it meant. But ....

“Heh, so, yes ...”

Such was the muttering reflex, I immediately understood when my gaze was directed at Pero.

I did not expect that the creature would be so troublesome if turned into an enemy. Because, I feel that he is more in the direction of useless than helpful when being a friend. But, at this time Farrel is not so, the movement is not only fast, but also directed so cleverly read my movements.

Pero has something that might help Farrel from a distance as well. Although I do not know the original form, but I am sure that the crow demon still has a lot of unique magic that is unknown to me.

*Wind ....

*Krek, crane, crane ....

Reconstruction of the building was heard, the ruins of the house began to fall little by little along with the embers. From the big wind, I still see Hanz with the form of a giant owl surrounding the house like a vulture that is preying on. I don't know what he's up to, I don't know either. It was very desirable for me to ask him to come down and help, but Hanz was not the type of person to be yelled at like that.

I went back to fixing the horses, forgot the blood on my right hand and refocused on further attacks on Farrel. My anger and resentment still have not faded, in my mind the desire to slash his body using an ax is so strong, forget common sense because Farrel who has also lost his mind.

“HhAAaaAAaaa ..!!”

I lunged back at Farrel with all my strength. Strong footsteps with the axe grip tightly until veined, I made an attack using the axe again.

Stank!!

Farrel parried it, my axe was bounced a few inches back due to the impact.

“HA!!”

I used the momentum of the weapon to take a step back, use it as a counter-shift and make a stronger move. This time it was a horizontal attack, turning clockwise and launching an attack with the force of the entire body.

But ....

Stank!!

Again Farrel easily deflected it. This time he made a powerful move from the bottom up. His powerful momentum made my axe bounce upward out of my hand.

“Hh!?”

My breath jerked, the release of the axe from the hand was enough to shake my mind and consciousness to the full. Unlike the knife I used before, the axe has a large medium so that it can be fended off and released more easily.

I looked back, in the direction where the axe had fallen due to reflexes. Following my swift instinct, I also needed to make a quick retreat to retrieve the weapon before Farrel attacked again.

*Step, step, step ....

Quick steps, I retreated and maneuvered at the burning inn taking the weapon. Without reducing my vigilance, I also kept my eyes on Farrel.

Just thought he was going to attack to prevent me from picking up a fallen axe. However ....

“Sorry, Kaivan. Looks like it just got here.”

“Eh?”

Farrel ran in the other direction, he broke through so fast that it even caught up with me.

Yes, he ran not to attack me, but rather to reach for something that was behind.

“Hh!?”

I realized I was trying to speed up, take the axe that fell and immediately ran after Farrel who was away from me at that time.

“Wait, Farrel!!” I shouted that I had picked up the axe and tried to stop it.

What Farrel was thinking had already entered my mind, he with all his ambitions could read easily as he ran away leaving the battlefield.

Shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT!!

I followed, pushing hard on the floor to hit Farrel. But, he was so fast that I couldn't follow through. Until finally ....

“Fight with you has no results. So, it'll all end here, Kaivan.”

“Farrel, don't—“

*Slash

In my carelessness, Farrel also managed to reach the hostage of the girl behind. He with his bloody axe back dirty. One blood from Dina's leg wasn't enough, this time she was piercing him with another blood.

“...”

　

　

Farrel ... he stuck his axe on the body of Imarine and Azarin who were fainting behind.

　

　

　

　

　

　

*****

　

　

　

　

*Slash

“Hh!?”

Once a splash of blood was seen spurting in my eyes. A retail sound of water splashed out condensed along with a terrible reddish color. What I saw at that time was very slashing to the heart, a hard scratch he carved with blood coming out to stick to his clothes.

I do not do violence with women, and at the same time I do not do anything against the helpless. But Farrell broke both. The girl who was fainting inside the coals she stuck an axe around her neck, killing like a man without a cold conscience.

“FARRELL ..!!”

I shouted, very loudly and powerfully blaring into every room until my throat hurt. Pursuing my foot could not match it, when the ax landed I was only three-quarters of Farrel's way. But, it was not a sign to stop, I saw it still continue the lunge to swing the axe at the man.

“HAAAaaaaAA ..!!”

*swing

Shouted me while doing a loud attacking motion using an axe. Trying to let out all the anger, I shouted at that time accompanied by grimacing in the hands of vengeance.

Cracks!

However, the ax is still missing. Farrel was still in his position to avoid the attack until my axe hit the wooden floor.

I who realized that position was also quick to pull the axe, make a circular motion and immediately launch a further attack. This time horizontally, it rotated almost three hundred and sixty degrees to add to the alternating force.

*dodge

Farrel pulled back his stomach, making it seem as if his legs and chest were leaning forward for a moment.

Bugs!

“Ghkakh!?”

Then, at the same time a fist hit me in the face. Cheeks vibrating dents, most of the head forced to turn to the side like a twisted, I was there able to realize the strength of Farrel is so strong.

“Gkhth— HAaAAAaa!!”

However, I didn't just give up. Refusing to collapse because of Farrel's blow, I again incubated hard and vented it with a vertical axe attack upwards wanting to slash the man's hand that was sticking out.

*dodge

At the same speed, Farrel again dodged. He withdrew his hand, took one step back, then turned around while doing a shuffle of attacks.

Bugs!

“Gkhakh!?”

Saliva out, choking breath, my body bounced backwards a few inches with the position of the stomach leaning backward. Farrel with incredible speed kicked right towards the stomach, his dodge motion that seemed without burden made the fight look one-sided.

Bruk ....

“Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk ...”

I'm lying on the floor. Together with some burning wood coals and the hot temperature coughed wanting to vomit. My eyes were puckered hard, I held my stomach and endured the pain with a face expression flowing saliva.

My energy did not come out perfectly, the pain made me limp and could only squirm lying down. Then, until one moment I opened my eyes to see what was happening. Amidst the heavy pressure that impedes my eye movement, the condition in which the eye becomes sore when the eyelid is opened. Severe lodging conditions that spread heat and dust around to force tears out due to irritation.

However, the thing that made me shed tears was not that.

*Slash

“Hh!?”

Pain, pain, pain, pain ....

My eyes, my chest, my body, my mind, all my wits, all of them had been scratched violently etched into a huge wound. My tears came out, my breath felt frozen beyond retractability, my heart was also like it was being pierced violently through inside. What was in front of me could still be worse.

In the third man, Farrel dropped his axe on the third body right around his neck and splashed blood on his body. For the next time the axe he held was dirty, piled up with the blood of the next victim. Then, that person is ....

Violetta ....

“Farrel ..!!”

I forced the injured body to move again, pushing hard on the soles of the feet while swinging the axe.

“Paddy, Kaivan.”

Bugs!

“Gkhakh!?”

But, of course Farrel could avoid it easily. My movements at that time were very chaotic and not directed steadily. Wounds on the body give a sense of pain, shifting and deflecting some movements in the other direction randomly, slowing down and not expelling the original energy.

Farrel dodged leisurely and then hit me back, slamming my body a second time to the floor in a different direction. Although he didn't use his axe to attack, his fist hurt enough to move my jaw.

“Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk ...,” my unbearable cough. “Huft .. hah .. huft .. hah ...” Then, next

No matter how much I tried, I couldn't beat Farrel. My body was already injured from the start, the match started with a deep loss on my side. Right now, with the many injuries I suffered, I could only growl in annoyance on the wood floor of the burning inn.

“Kaivan, now you have no reason to fight.”

“...”

That was the word from Farrel while raising his weapon facing towards me who was lying face down. The shock to me was still too strong to be accepted at once. For some reason, there's a part of me that doesn't believe that three girls have been killed.

“Kaivan, you cape, ‘kan? Then we can stop.”

“...”

“Huft .. hah .. huft .. hah .. if you know, I'm also here already cape. But, like everything is done, yes ... although the ending is not as good as I said before.”

“...”

I was still silent, lying on the floor not contacting the words of Farrel at the time. For a while, I just breathed hard on myself daydreaming, letting the man's words pass through the ears without being absorbed.

“Listen, I'm sorry if this is a little rough. It's not the end, we can still move on to the next challenge. Everything still needs sacrifice,” said Farrel who was still talking trying to communicate with me.

“...”

“What you are protecting is gone, so we don't have to—“

“—Kill.”

“Hn?”

The murmur is still faint I said, not heard because I did say it with a glance. But, seeing Farrel's gawking response a little confused, I took a deep breath for the next shift.

“Kill!! Farrel ...!!”

*Dug, dug ....

It was the first time I really lost my mind.

The yell sounded hoarse, my throat also felt a wound when it was done. But, just like a battle cry, I felt strength flow with him.

I stood up again to push my feet hard to launch an attack using an axe. Right up to his head to break the skull.

Stank up!

But, of course Farrel can still fend it off. He with his strength made the direction of my attack veer along with the loud clanging sound of the weapon banging.

At that point, Farrel wanted to avenge me with a counterattack kicking me in the stomach like he did before.

*dodge

But at that time I was able to avoid. The style of the axe that bounced I used to more quickly move backwards in the direction of the axe kite in my hand. Then, in the end I am now a few steps apart with Farrel.

“Hah, hah, hah, hh ..” my hard breath with the body heat up full of adrenaline.

“Haha, Kaivan, what the fuck did you scream just now. That makes me surprised—“

“Whispering!”

I again cut Farrel's sentence, refusing to listen to the continuation of his talk.

Think on! If I continue in this state without any strong move to change, then defeat is definitely upon me. The reason I lost to him was the matter of the difference in strength parameters from quite a different start. But, the problem was that I also never won against someone stronger than me.

Amalia, Geza, the gorilla monster, and now Farrel. If I look at the past, I always served as a time traveler until it was time for stronger people to help or help.

Even so, there was a time where the situation did not allow me to run away or buy time. Although the enemy in front was much stronger, there was not always an option to escape.

Humans aren't stupid, muscles aren't everything, which is why we were able to get away with being the top of the food chain on the earth we now live in.

Alright ....

“HA!”

*throw

I threw my axe straight at Farrel, launching a long-range attack that was actually very vulnerable to miss and avoid. But, there Farrel did not move an inch from its foundation. With a stern look, he stood up straight waiting for the ax to come. Then ....

Stank up!

He casually repelled the weapon to the other side using his axe, causing a loud clanging sound for the entire time.

“HAaaAA!!”

“Hh!?”

But one thing that was different was the movement in me. A change in which sudden and risky movements I chose. Right behind the axe that was thrown just now, I who was preparing to raise my fist was waiting. Utilizing a little blind spot for a split second, I let Farrel off guard.

His right hand that was on the side as a result of fending off my axe earlier made the man react slowly to my arrival.

Bugs!

“Gkh!?”

Instead of attacking his face, I would rather hit Farrel's upper arm. As a result of the attack, Farrel's body retreated one step with his right hand pushed slightly back.

Of course the man was not silent, he used his left hand to hit back when his right hand was not used.

Bugs!

“Gkhakh!?”

I didn't get to dodge, right at Farrel's head of boxing I could feel. Shifting the jaw, making a noise in the skull, making bluish bruises due to swollen blood vessels. But, this time I did not bounce, holding firmly the position of my horses to stay standing. In fact, on one hand I incubated and collected the pain to be used as a measure of strength in the next blow.

“HaAAaaAA!!”

Bugs!

“Khth!?”

Hitting towards the stomach, made Farrel's breath slightly choke even though it did not make the man cough.

Farrel began to reply, he began to float an axe in his right hand. But, the movement was slower and indecisive because I previously gave the pain in his arm in the first attack—

*Slash

“Gkh!?”

That's how I felt, thinking with that I could dodge the attack, a little bit of confidence passing by while trying to step back.

In fact, the swing of the axe slashed my chest, deep enough to pierce through my shirt and give a wide incision wound to the chest. Since I was too close to Farrel, it was inevitable. Although it was not vital, but blood was seen coming out, the actual attack I could feel was a little rubbing against my ribs.

“Gkh, khth, gnh— AAhAHAAaaaaAAA!!

But, back again, I vented it with anger. Even though my face was damaged, the blood vessels in my hands were already leaking, and even now the long incision wound on my chest, I still had no intention of retreating.

While shouting, I vented all my strength to stay standing.

*grip

Hook, lock, tie .. My left hand quickly looked for the right position on the sidelines of Farrel's right hand holding the ax. Tying like a snake, I locked the hand firmly so that he could not use the weapon.

Time was running so slow, Farrel who realized his hand wanted to be locked also made a revolting attack. He hit me in the face a few times and kicked me. But, there I did not hesitate to retreat, the pain I felt was already too much to be shaken by such a simple attack.

The bruises on my face increased, the pain spread all over my body, but I kept a firm grip on Farrel's hand there.

*Dug, dug ... dug, dug ....

I could feel it, the adrenaline rush from the emotional wave that was driving my power. However, this time I could also feel it, all of it was mixed with the emotion of my anger where the desire to kill Farrel strengthened.

*glench

Farrel was there still trying to rebel, but not one bit of my body showed me going away. Attached to lock the hand of the man, I who was hit was like a gum that did not want to escape.

Then, at one point, I who was shrinking my hand launched an attack on his right arm.

Bugs!!

“Gkh!”

Farrel could not dodge, he who had locked his hands could only make a revolt by repelling so that the wound was equal. However, my fist was much stronger, leading to the upper arm where my wounds had also once formed, making his hand freeze immobilized by launching an attack on the blood vessels.

Buk, buk, buk ....

Several times Farrel used his left hand and legs to keep attacking. Not that the attack was not strong, I could also feel my body getting damaged when receiving it. But, at that point I had already ignored everything, throwing away all defensive instincts to once continue attacking.

One ....

Bugs!

Two ....

Bugs!

Three!

Bugs ...!!

I kept giving him the pain in the same spot, in his upper arm where his veins were flowing, a little lower near the armpits. This is a technique I learned accidentally. After several times, a sound was heard ....

Stank ....

Metal clang dropped.

It was an axe weapon originally held by Farrel before. He who loses power in the right hand must inevitably accept that his control in the hand has been lost, making him drop the weapon because it has lost grip on his finger.

Heh.

I pushed Farrell away, made a quick move to pick up the axe, and then ....

*throw

Throw it into the ceiling that is hollow far away so that it can not be reached again.

The real purpose of the attack was for Farrel to escape from the deadly weapon. The reason I lost earlier was the difference in efficiency from using an axe. Farrel was somehow much more skilled, so the honest me who never used an ax directly in life was constantly cornered.

However, now that the situation had changed, Farrell and I were in the same condition without weapons, even though my body was actually much more injured now.

“Hah, hh, hah, hah .. so you think if my ax is removed, you can win?” asked Farrel who stopped attacking for a while.

“...”

I walked slightly towards my thrown axe, its own position closer to where I am standing now. Farrel with his injured hand seemed to have no intention of running to reach him in exchange for the axe I threw.

I picked up the axe on the floor, it was still a clean axe and it looked in contrast to my blood-soaked body.

“So, now you want to kill me with that axe?”

“...”

I slightly moved my eyes, turning my eyes cynically without a head bobble. Our eyes met, but I did not face the man.

It's true, I'm theoretically superior against a man without a weapon right now. But ....

*throw

“E-eh?”

I there threw also my axe, far in the same direction out of the inn building through the hollow roof now.

　

　

“I hate sharp weapons...it can kill quickly,” I said cynically while turning the body started facing Farrel. “Make people like you, I'd prefer to kill you slowly ... Farrell!!”

　

　

　

　

　

　

******

　

　

　

　

I'm not very good at fighting, I've never been into martial arts in my life or anything like physical training. But, one thing for sure is that my magic ability can improve at least the functions of the body better.

“HAaAaa!”

The fight has begun again.

After I threw my own axe away, my body and fist came toward Farrel. The ferocious attack was so wild it came out with a loud shout. Farrel now had no axe, he should now not be as terrible as before with such a sharp weapon.

*swing

Hand movements, fists darted into Farrel's face. However, there he could dodge by doing a backward motion pulling his head slightly from his previous position. Of course I didn't attack once, some continued attacks in different directions followed the position of the head I did. But, with the agile movements of Farrel still continued to dodge with his suppleness.

Farrel's hands are still cramped because of blocked blood vessels. Because of its unhealed effect, some counterattacking opportunities by Farrel have always been ignored. Or rather he could not do it, Farrel as long as it was just dodging with one limp-hanging right hand could not be moved.

Right, left, top, bottom, dodge, dodge, pull, continue to be done in a row like a sophisticated maneuvering machine.

*Whoush ....

However, there is a point where mental stability is disturbed. Of course, people will also be upset when they are always in a choke position.

Along with the surge of Farrel's angry emotions, I saw his left fist start to point at me. After some time and a chance to retaliate, the man finally took one of them to strike back.

Heh.

But there I was smiling. One difference that makes the incident has a special condition is the mental condition of Farrel who had raised the emotion of anger. I with emotion detection can realize it, make quick decisions and finally flip the attack card.

Cracks!

“Khtth!?”

The counterattack I turned back again, with something terrible that could even make a fatal fracture.

The left fist I just replied with my elbow. With the strong timing supported by the instinctive pacemaker of my magic power, Farrel's fingers that originally wanted to attack turned instead swerved banged in pain. My elbow is not very strong, but it is clearly still far superior to Farrel's fingertips. When it collided, I could hear the grinding of fingers and the pain of the man.

*whoush!

“Gkahk!?”

But the same thing I felt at the time.

Because of the power of the emotional wave, all the feelings Farrel felt could also be felt by me. Just when his finger hit the elbow, I could also feel the negative emotions of pain in my head. Although I already know this, but still I am still shaken by it.

Like a nail stuck into my eye, the pain moved in contrast in the atmosphere.

But, of course it will not be left alone, quickly I also try to recover immediately reach consciousness. Looking towards Farrel who was still growling in pain looking at his finger that turned in the wrong direction, I immediately continued to the next movement.

*grip

Holding her entire upper head, I pulled the hair rough along with her body part slightly. With a quick swing, I immediately swung the vertical fist towards the top.

Bugs!

The punch was right in the face, pointing upwards until Farrel's body was pushed around half a salto due to his strength.

*Whoush ....

“Gkh!?”

Still in the same reaction, a wave of emotions from Farrel's pain flowed into my head as well. It makes dizziness and burning sensation in the middle of a hot inn that is indeed burning—

“HaaAa!!”

Farrel's upper body bounced back, but the lower part was slightly raised on the ground. Instead of maintaining a standing position, Farrel there prefers to utilize the momentum of the fall to strike back. He pushed the force on his legs, trying to strike right towards my stomach along with his falling body.

Buk.

The kick worked, but ....

*grip

I used it back.

Honestly, the kick just now was a pretty sloppy thing. Compared to all the attacks and the pain of the emotional waves, the small attacks on the abdomen by the legs are not so painful.

The leg that was stuck in my stomach there became a great open great opportunity. I held on tight until I canceled Farrel's body falling backwards. When my legs were clutched, I again launched a movement .....

“HHhhaAAAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAaa..!!”

Along with a powerful shout that boomed throughout the room, I exerted a whole body of energy to pull Farrel's legs along with the rest of the body stuck there. My two hands and shoulders are focused on pulling, the legs and hips firmly pushing the treads of the pedestal to form the horses. In the end, Farrel's body can be lifted, hovering like a punching bag and I take it spinning to be thrown in the other direction.

*throw

Bukh!

“Kthgh!!”

The loud crackling of the wood and the body formed not only from the burning ruins. This time our battle was accompanied by a lot of noise.

Farrel's body .. or rather the man's back hit the stairs, causing the sharp right side of each rung to give a bruise to his spine.

*Whoush ...!!

“Gkhth!?”

And then, for the second time, I felt that pain again. Like being stabbed by a hot iron, my head was painful and heavy at the same time. If without a wave of adrenaline rage, I should have fallen.

Not yet, not finished!!

My tears came out, the pain from the waves of emotions continued to enslave. But, in exchange I also put up a fight. The wound on my left arm was pressed, providing additional pain to relieve the other pain.

For a while it reacted, my brain lost the momentary stimulation and the confusion to provide the stimulus. Then, at one point I immediately strengthened my legs, stepped strongly to throw the body and approached Farrel's body which was lying on the stairs.

“HHaaAaaAAAAAaaaaA ...!!”

*grip

I clasped Farrel's collar, pulled him slightly from the surface, and then ....

*punch

Bugs!

Continued by hitting hard right in the face. Farrel growled to the point of screaming limply receiving an attack that left his nose bruised.

*Whoush ....

“Gkthgh!!”

My distance that was getting closer to Farrel made the reciprocal effect of the emotional wave even stronger. With pain, whatever I do always ends up being a double-edged sword.

Not yet, not yet!

Bugs!

A punch on the cheek, shaking the entire flesh on the face until his saliva came out along with the bias of blood. Her bruises were now spreading, from her nose towards the side of her cheeks and the side of her lips, a wound where she would be in pain just by trying to talk.

Not yet!!

“HHAaaAAaaH!!”

Bugs!!

A blow at the temple, shaking his sight and hearing hard enough to cause dizziness. His eyebrows were slightly damaged by the blow made his left eye a little squeaky.

*Whoush ....

“Gkhth!?”

For one it was a little strong. Waves of emotion surged slightly from usual until my eyes narrowed slightly, a pain that should have been enough to make me constrict on the floor holding the head like a snail that had entered its shell.

But, of course, all that I hold. As long as I still feel the obvious emotional wave from Farrel, it means that the man still has consciousness. Anyway ....

“HA!!”

That blow was certainly still far from the rest of my anger!

I pulled back the right arm, formed a fist and then continued by pushing the fist hard.

Cracks!!

“AKGghaa!!”

However, the blow turned out to be missed. After a long time Farrel received my attack, he finally put up a fight by dodging my attack just now. The direction of the punch that was straight to his face made it easier for him to dodge. The man shifted his head and upper body to the side to make my fist collide with the wooden stairs behind his body.

I screamed quite loudly, because the fist was harder than the other fist where it was enough to smash the wooden stairs and form a hole fault.

My response had to be quick, I felt Farrel muttering and wanted to escape from my clutches. Ignoring the bloody fist, I pulled it and tried to hit again.

*block

This time Farrel held him. His left hand he raised covered his face to block the direction of my fist. Naturally enough, he waited a little for my time off guard where my strength had weakened due to the injury on the fist just now.

We are now fighting, pushing each other between my fist and the Farrel blockade.

*grip

“Hh!?”

Even so, it looks like Farrel has a different plan.

His right hand can move again. He violently tried to annoy me by clutching my left hand that had been holding Farrel's collar since.

The force becomes on two sides, two hands with the power of hands that cross between right and left. There we stared at each other sharply giving each one a threatening expression of hostility.

*Dug, dug ....

Lasting for about three seconds, the flow of the fight went back.

The power in Farrel's right hand was still weak, just a moment was enough to make the grip pushed back by me. The left hand that originally held the collar was now thrusting towards the left, pushing the hand that was originally gripping to be cornered on the surface and locked motionless.

“Kaivan!!”

*Whoush ....

Farrel's right hand may still lose, but there he made a revolt with a yell and his anger tried to hit me with his right hand. The blockade he had originally formed was destroyed with a movement to repel my fist and continue to blow to the face.

I avoided, of course, the movement was too open and very easy to read. A little back and tilt of the face was enough to make him miss. Any attack based on the emotion of anger will only make my emotional detection sharp—

Bugs!

“Gkakhg!?”

It was unexpected that Farrel was still continuing his attack. There was almost no pause with the first fist, he did a hard kick that made my body bounce quite far away, keeping us apart and himself detached from the grip of my key.

I don't want to waste the position just now that had put me ahead. Withstanding the race of pain in the stomach, I tried to drag my body back to attack Farrel. Her quick self standing from position made me even more worried. Once again I want to make him fall and hit as much.

“HaAaaA!!”

As if**** forest, I hit Farrel with my right fist.

*block

However, there he again held back, this time with his right hand that had previously been outpowered by me—

“Hh!?”

My fist there was parried towards the left, a position where I indirectly became rotating and showed half of my back. I couldn't control the momentum, moving so fast that my body was faster than my brain.

Farrell continued, holding my hand and shoulder, locking my legs to smash the horses. Then, he was quickly able to grab my head, using his barbarian power which he turned out to use for a terrifying attack.

Brukh!!

“Gkhakh!?”

My head was banged on the handle of the stairs, pointing to the forehead until it was so hard that the wooden handle was broken. The rapid movement was terrifying, my eyes moving out of control made a sensation as if my consciousness was about to disappear.

The wound was quite severe, bleeding to form a hole in my forehead.

Farrel pulled his head and wanted to bang my head for the second time. However, there I held my head, firmly trying to shake my whole body to escape from it.

“HHaAaAaaaaAA ..!!”

I rely on that power. With a shout like the last battle cry, I revolted past the entire handrail and key that Farrel had just pointed at me.

When I looked at each other again, I came forward and hit Farrel in the face.

*block

Farrel restrained him by forming a blockade again with his hands.

Heh.

However, I did not make the same move a second time.

I quickly pulled the fist, doing a second boxing movement with a different pattern. This time from below, nailing upwards leads to Farrel's chin.

Buk.

Successfully, the attack had made Farrel in pain. He who previously made a hand blockade had made his view blocked, therefore the second attack could succeed.

Now Farrel reflexively lowered his hand. He was trying to protect the lower head that I had previously attacked. However, that response was something I could read. The third attack I launched, this time of course from the top of the side, right into his ear.

Buk.

“Kthgah—HAa!! Kaivan!!”

Two hits, the attack had made Farrel feel upset. Feeling that survival is ineffective, the man also tried to throw his palm randomly to protect himself.

Then, for the next time, I can also read the movement.

My retreating position pulled the body to make Farrel's random hemp miss.

Bugs!!

“Ktakh!!”

In fact, because of his actions, he became a little careless and opened up an opportunity for me to strike right in his head. An attack on the nose where blood flows again due to seepage of blood vessels around the face.

*Whoush ....

The pain continued to flow into my body as well. Farrel's staggering body lost power due to the consecutive blows also still I can still feel.

Farrel's horses were caught off guard, he staggered almost to fall.

“Kaivan!!”

Buk up!

However, it turned out that he still had the strength to hit. In the middle of a random movement like an unstable drunk, Farrel turned his body back and gave me a punch. The attack hit my cheek, hard enough to bruise me, but not hard enough to make me fall.

“HaaAAaaa!!”

With the cry of battle, I who was blown away by the blow retaliated ferociously. The direction of the head that was originally to the side due to the punch I pulled again, firmly forward while carrying the fist.

Bugs!

Be exposed.

One hard hit, about yang— face

Bugs!

“Gkhakh!?”

Which was quickly answered by Farrel. He and I are now in a condition where a blow as hard as anything will not be enough to knock it down. How many times we were beaten, that number we will return in response to the match.

Bugs!

The backlash from me, made Farrel's head and part of his body bounce back following my fist.

Bugs!

“Gthgkh!?”

Then, back again the reply from Farrel, a punch towards my temple which is quite hard and equally makes the head bounce.

For some reason, we defended each other by alternating blows for a few moments. Because of the tremendous fatigue and awareness that began to escape, from the outside we were like receiving each other's blows without resistance and evasive efforts.

　

　

At first glance like a game, where we hit alternately without any fraudulent intention. Whereas in our point of view the whole world is beginning to fade, what we see and hear has reduced the level of sensitivity. If asked why I was still standing, I could only answer with an ambiguous answer.

　

　

　

　

　

　

*****

　

　

　

　

　

　

The battle has been going on for quite a while. In the present condition, the one who was harmed by extra time was me. The wounds on my body were much more severe due to the incision and the leaking of blood vessels in the hands. If it continues to be left, I will fall by myself because of the loss of oxygen supply to the brain.

My eyes twitched, the smoke that appeared around with the fire made my vision even more faint. With heavy breathing and an unusually hot body temperature, my determination there was still strong to fight longer with Farrel.

My horses were already in disarray, my shoulders going down following the two hands hanging limp down. With both bodies bowed, Farrel and I stared at each other.

“Hah, hh, hah .. I think it's time to disband, Kaivan.”

“...”

I didn't answer. The position of the head that bends down as if attracted by the weight of gravity becomes a symbol of fatigue, gathering concentration in these conditions alone is really a heavy task. Just like what the man had said, my time for fighting was running low. I understood it and rather answered Farrel with a cynical look.

*Drop, drop ....

The two hands hanging down me have now dripped blood. The previous wound was certainly far from healing, the bleeding that had stopped opened again because of my very active movements. Although my fist had a little bit of Farrel's blood, but the seepage of blood from the cut on my hand was much more.

“Just give it up, Kaivan. Once this is over I won't bother you anymore. What I do is just want to live, get out of here and live freely outside.”

“Heh, so you want to say that your freedom letter is legal to write with someone else's blood? You still think that I'm sorry that you were?”

“There is no purpose for me to kill you now. But, if you keep interfering, I can't guarantee your safety anymore, Kaivan.”

“Warranty said .. From the beginning I didn't expect that from you.”

“...”

“...”

A few moments of empty pauses formed, the heavy atmosphere where only sparks of embers were heard and a big wind from outside.

*pltak

“Haa!”

Farrel shouted, he with his fist speeding up immediately attacked me openly from the front.

“Heh.”

I dodged, moving my head and upper body several times quickly, crossing to the side several times dodging from the punch line even though the bleeding hanging hand was still disturbing.

Farrel did not stop there at one stroke several times he continued quickly and ranted as if he was tired. Since the man did so with the emotion of anger, there was less force flowing again and it made it easier for me to utilize it as energy.

“Enough!”

At one point, I was getting annoyed to avoid it. Therefore ....

*grip

I held Farrel's hand intact, tied it with both of my arms until it closed like an octopus wriggling tie, locking it so as not to move between my armpits as his fists passed by. However, it was just the first step, in that second I immediately made an attack, raising my hand to elbow him sharply again.

Grunts.

The sound of bones creeping from Farrel's body into my body, the shift of the joint felt even painfully felt by me. It did not feel extreme pain like an ordinary attack, more dominant towards the shock wave of emotions.

Basically it is our state of fatigue that makes the response slow. So, it took a split second until Farrel finally growled, anger and resentment began to overflow after he fully realized that his hand was trying to break.

He tried to attack, but we were too close for him to swing his arms and legs. In the position where his hand was locked and broken by me, Farrel vented it by pulling his head back.

Brave and furious, Farrel began to give his forehead hard to pierce with my head.

Dugs.

“Akhfgh!?”

Our skulls clashed against each other, our positions close together at that time also did not give me enough room to dodge. As a result, a buzzing sound in the head rang out, the fluid in my ears swirled due to the impact and gave off a feeling of dizziness. Moreover, the wound on my forehead because it had previously been banged into the handle of the stairs made the pain loss more to my side.

I stepped back, holding my head back feeling the pain and fatigue along with the severe injuries. Feelings like in a stirred brain make me stagger to step right left to maintain balance. But, for some reason I didn't fall, my standing defense was pretty solid.

*Whoush ....

However, not until I calmed down did I feel a wave of anger. Farrel lunged at me quickly with his fist with his other hand pointing at me.

Bugs!

I wasn't even given time to recuperate from the dizziness. Farrel hit me, he continued to attack with a vent of his anger. One on the right, two from the bottom, and three back from the right. Despite the hitting, the hand he was wearing was a hand that was both already injured, too severe a pain received.

In the third blow I brushed it off, making his hands and body bounce back by the shields of my hands being pushed.

Seeing the action, Farrel immediately changed the pattern. He kicked his legs towards his stomach and knees several times, trying to make myself lose balance and fall completely.

But honestly, it was the wrong choice for Farrell. The wound on my own body is centered on the hands and face, the foot is one that has an intact function. So, the kick towards the knee does not make me shiver at all let alone fall.

I stepped there trying to step back, Farrel who was aware of my actions there was trying to look at me with focus. The change in position I took, I tried to square for a powerful attack.

Within seconds, I could not understand why Farrel had not tried to escape, he had by choice instead made the decision to defend with his hands. The one thing I could see was probably because he also had no energy left to move agilely.

“HAaaAAaa!!”

I tried to attack, stepping quickly to get closer. But, not with a punch pointing to the face to the body, but with an attempt to catch his leg.

*grip

The man was slightly closed in sight by the shield of his own hand, it caused him to be distracted as I moved and did not know for sure my attack was coming. So, when receiving a grip on the leg, Farrel reacted in shock.

Continuing the quick pace, I exerted strength to push Farrel down. Like a bull gore, I lifted the man's foot up with all my might until his balance was completely gone.

Brucks.

Farrel fell, I hit him and locked his body lying on the floor. You could say it was a painful position. The floor around the man's body was burning, it was now close to the embers that made the heat of his head.

“Ha!!”

Buk up!

However, I don't care, the one thing I still focused on was to strike with a hard fist towards his face again. Not content to ruin the face, I still want to hit Farrel's head there.

Buk up!

Right fist, left fist, I launched it with both hands ignoring the flow of blood that continued to pour pain. With a series of attacks, of course Farrel's head will be slowly destroyed. I could see and feel it, my fists began to be littered with more blood, and the response from Farrel continued to weaken.

*Whoush, whoush, whoush ....

Keep hitting, do not stop even though it has touched the number of double digits. The fist that was deployed along with the force of the emotional wave continued to hit Farrel's face, shaking the cheek, damaging the teeth, breaking the nose, cracking the temple bones. The pain of Farrel kept me ignored, the emotional waves of the pain every time I hit him I swallowed it raw and released it again as anger.

“HAaAAaaAAa!!”

BUGS!!

Last shot before I take a break. Farrel who received it began to lose the response in his hand and ended up limp without a fight. I was there also starting to lose strength, breathing hard in a deflated chest to rest, staying still for a moment to see what happened next.

“Ke-why ...? Why did you ... stop, Kaivan? I'm not dead yet.”

Hn?

Hoarse and mixed sounds came out. After so many exchanges of pain between the fights, only this time he spoke low as if admitting defeat. The content of his sentence about something like challenging that was the opposite of his trained condition made the feeling mixed. Anxiety to give a punch and pity because the condition collides.

“The meaning of my life here is just a killing mission. As long as I'm not dead, I'm not allowed to live outside. I can't pull what I've killed. Anyway, I also have no intention of regretting, if that is my way of living, I also do not mind killing others.”

“HAaAaa!”

Bugs!

I was upset because the follow-up sentence hit him hard in the face. The condition of the head that was so damaged full of injuries was also not possible for Farrel to avoid, he just resignedly received my fist there.

“Haha, yes .. it is true, there is no other way but to die for me. I can't pull what's going on, kill your schoolmate in front of your eyes. Things that I think are still a nightmare for you.”

”HaaAAAA ..!!”

Bugs!

Not yet dim of my emotions, Farrel instead made me remember back with the bad news.

Yes, very true. The deaths of Dina and Imarine were heartbreaking. For a while I still thought that they were just injured and still had a life expectancy. But, seeing the reality, it is certainly impossible for those who split their necks to be able to live as before.

Not to represent their every death. I was just angry because of what he did like a light thing to be repeated through his mouth.

“HaaAAAaa!!”

Screaming as if to rip my throat.

Bugs!

*Whoush ....

Tch.

Ignoring the waves of pain that kept coming from Farrel because of my punch.

Bugs!

Throw away every side of mercy, blind my eyes to all that is called mercy.

Bugs!

I kept hitting, ignoring the sweat mixed with blood flowing through the eye beam, ignoring the heavy feeling of the hand losing too much blood.

Bugs!

Every second my gaze turned dark, my head filled with only the desire to kill and vent anger at the lump of flesh my fist.

“HHAaAaaAaaA—“

　

　

*grip

“Hh!?”

Suddenly I was stopped. With a firm grip on his right hand and the shout, my fist still in the air came to a halt.

　

　

A-Amalia ...?

　

　

　

　

　

　

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I was about to lose consciousness, my body moving on its own leaving a vile command without its normal control. Like a hang machine, I unconsciously continued to hit Farrel many times even though the man had sprawled not resisting.

My whole head was filled with fatigue, my eyes darkened like they were covered in petals. An abnormal, semi-conscious state where all that remains is the feeling of continuing to hit.

However ....

“Kaivan, already, enough!”

*grip

The words and the grip of Amalia seemed to light up the dark fatigue inside my head. The sight that was originally filled with fog began to disappear, a state where my head was only filled to do a hard fist, a state where I was moved by something terrible.

Amalia held my hand that was swung to do the punch, she held it before the fist was again directed at Farrel.

“Stop, Kaivan. Stop, don't go too far.”

“...”

I looked back a little, coming at the sound of Amalia right beside me. The girl attached almost half of her body to the grip.

*Whoush ....

I can feel it, cold from fear. My body that was supposed to be surrounded by the coals of the inn was still ice air from within, Amalia was really scared by what was shown to her.

His power that is not too strong is actually able to fight against it. But, something else was stronger suppressing my emotions inside until it went out. I can't explain it, with Amalia's body contact, I can feel that her emotions are also contagious to me bit by bit directly.

My breath slightly lightened, my brain began to return to work to be able to think more clearly and be invited to communicate.

It's true, Farrel who has been caught being a villain actually became a game over. After he had no ability to fight like this, I already had no purpose to go any further. My job from the beginning was just to decide who the perpetrator of the murder drama was at the beginning of the story.

But ....

“...”

My eyes glanced, looking back at Farrel's face which I hit until it shattered his cheeks and temples.

“But I still don't want it to end in half,” I said softly with a tone of sadness. “Kak Dina, Ima, the same Azarin ...”

I don't know, from the beginning of my consciousness I understood that the act of torturing Farrel was not the solution to all this. What had happened could not be turned back, the already dripping blood could not return to his body anymore, the dead man would not live anymore just by killing the man now.

“...”

My silence gathers emotions, closing my eyes for a flash of anger.

*Dug, dug ....

Tch.

However, it turns out that the effects that occur are the opposite. Closing my eyes didn't help me forget what I'd seen before, it just gave me a recap of Farrel's atrocities.

I clenched my hands back, trying to gather strength to make another fist. Along with that, I still felt the pressure of the grip from Amalia, she was still trying to stop me from completing the final task of killing Farrel.

A small force struggle occurred between the growling muscles of my arm and the grip of Amalia. Not too strong to be called a panco, but the inner pressure that flows is really amazing by the girl.

Anger ... is suppressed by the inducement of melas to tranquility. Revenge ... pressed by persuasion re-thinking common sense. Amalia's little hands and body felt very heavy at pulling me, an inner pressure where I didn't want to pull her off was huge. But, on the other hand, I kept being reminded of the abomination of the murder that kept my fists clenched.

Bugcim!!

“...”

Loud, beeping all over my body. I could feel it, the vibrating vines of his voice flowing all the way to my eardrum. I don't know why the stimulation made my eyes open wide because of the incredible shock.

“...”

The reason ... the sound and impact effect was not from my fist.

I don't know when it happened, all of a sudden the position of my head was tilted in the other direction. So fast, that the pain comes too late compared to the initial effect. My eyes were now wide open, as if glaring with my mouth open gawking, startled as if by a tremendous jolt where a loud noise and sudden head twisting in my skull.

I slowly turned my head, looking back to find out where the attack had come from. Then ....

“Pero ...”

That was how I muttered after turning away slowly. The crow was standing with one of its legs hovering close to my head. From that position, I could tell that what he was doing just now was kicking.

“Enough, Kaivan. Can't you see there's a girl crying and hugging you now?”

“...”

My mind was broken again, the emotional surge I experienced just now was muted by something else. This time, the kick from Pero that hit my cheek strongly made my brain reset again to be able to think more clearly.

The force in my hand started to lighten, forgetting the intention to hit and trying to look slightly at Amalia. Sure enough, the girl was like a child who was trying to make mercy armed with tears and sobs. The sparkle of light from the tears of the girl was very pretty to look at.

“The match is over, there is no reason you continue. I have also now given up, you can all go to complete the mission calmly and get out of this world.”

“...”

I did not respond directly, more towards the back glancing back towards the direction Pero turned his head.

The raven demon looked like it had no sin, spoke in a plain tone and approached me as if forgetting the condition where a few minutes ago he had helped Farrel. It feels annoying, seeing a person who is strongly bonded with a guilty person by walking around and talking to me without any pressure. Indeed this is one of the properties of Pero, but still it is not an excuse.

“Heh, you can say that, Pero. Just so you know, you also get into the person I hate right now,” I said sarcastically sharpening the aura.

“I didn't say I was guilty. If you're going to kill me, I don't really mind. Either way, Farrel and I have no future. Even if I insist on fighting you now, I also have no chance of winning. It's just ...”

“Hn?”

“Only, I don't want you to do this in front of Amalia.”

“...”

Peter showed a calm attitude where he was proclaiming his defeat. I now do not see the fire of the spirit and the fury of the demon. So, the desire to hit or avenge the anger on Peter was completely absent. To be honest, I have no hobby of torturing people who have given up or at least admitted their mistakes. After all, Pero did not directly intend to kill Brother Dina and the others just now.

The request from Pero is still very clearly visible. Although he was certainly a pawn that was created as a diversion and was a fake individual because it had helped Farrel, but I still see the original personality of the raven demon.

Whatever he does, it's all for Amalia. A very simple thought in which even a mock doll from Pero alone still does this.

“Amalia, okay, you can get rid of me now,” I said gently and try to control the emotions again and again.

The girl behind me started loosening her grip. He looked and turned to raise the head that had originally hugged my arm tightly away. Even so, I still felt that Amalia did not really let go of me, a little hold on the end of the sleeves still stuck as if there was no intention to stay away from me.

My position there was still half standing, sitting and in a state where Farrel locked his body by overlapping his body. So, I tried to stand up, put strength in my legs and my hands pushed upwards.

“Ah?”

*falls

However, it turned out that my body naturally resisted the movement. I don't know why my strength just vanished from my body and made my body fall under gravity. Along with the corner arch, the direction of my fall was more towards the back.

*cat

“Hn?”

I thought I was going to fall head back. However, it seems Amalia is more alert to catch my body. He with his hands and body blocked my fall.

“Kaivan! You okay!?” ask Amalia a little worried.

“Ah .. Yes, this may be a side effect. For a while I couldn't move, my equal foot hands were numb.”

“Then you don't have to maxain.”

Amalia tried to help me stand up. By lifting the area around the chest into the armpits, the girl could without difficulty pull me into a standing position without pain.

My thoughts there were quite mixed, many were passing through my head but simultaneously I also wanted to forget a lot of things today. The stress accumulated to make me want to escape and hope that this is a dream.

*Pltak, tagged ....

The sound of the embers burning in the inn.

When I was helped to stand up, it turned out that the fire in the building had knocked down many corners. Sixty percent had already been devoured by the fire, the rest was only due to luck that I could not get charred inside. However, due to the open roof and rainwater, the fire in the inn was slow because of the humidity.

“Lia, please take care of Kaivan. She can't die here,” Pero said as a farewell before I helped Amalia walk one-handed to get out.

“Un,” replied Amalia nodded.

“The exit path is very easy, you just need to get in the car. The rules of the game will guide you. Once you know that Farrel did it, it's enough to take you away.”

“I understand,” back said Amalia me.

“Alright then, go. I'm here to do what I can until the end of life.”

“Hn? You're not coming?”

“Ahaha .. I'm glad to hear that from you, Lia. But I am a fake. There is still another me outside of this world, you don't have to worry about me. After all, unlike that man named Farrel, I didn't mind dying from the beginning to guarantee your safety. From the beginning I was still a creature so-so-genesis who borrowed human form.”

Amalia and Pero speak lead. For someone who had just gotten carried away, the girl was quite formidable now. Perhaps, because I showed a slight weakness, Amalia became more of a leader.

“...”

As for me, there just silence while looking cynical Pero. With my glare and limp loss of energy, I still put a bit of anger on the crow demon.

“Sick ... This pain still does not stop.”

While walking away, I muttered a little while clenching my hands and pulling the shirt around my chest.

There was not a single wave of emotion around me. But, the pain was obviously not physically grounded, it was completely pure from me where the internal injuries were mentally turned into physical. My chest tightness and the pain of being pierced was clear, as if there was a mystical energy piercing right in my heart.

I don't know what to do with that feeling. Conditions changed until I could not be satisfied with just hitting Farrel, but at the same time Pero was also not the answer to the pain. All that remains is regret not without direction.

“Sorry.”

“Hn?”

I heard the word from Amalia. His voice that was slightly disguised due to the rowdy conditions of the burning inn did indeed make a doubt. But, I'm sure that what came out was an apology.

“What's the problem?”

“Soal everything. From the beginning we met until now.”

“I don't know what you mean, but I never apologize from you.”

If the word sorry can solve all problems, then the world will be more peaceful than before. I didn't ask, nor did I expect to secretly. If indeed Amalia has a mistake that deserves her to apologize, I first throw away the feeling to collect the apology.

After the girl apologized, nothing was gained. I was still in my original condition, my mental did not develop, and instead there was an atmosphere where work was hampered due to awkwardness. I didn't like it, so I never considered an apology like that.

“I know, you always answered that way. But what you have given me is a lot. It should be all this I take care of myself, but unfortunately I am not as strong as you.”

“Heh, what is not strong? Until now you are still stronger.”

“From outside, maybe yes. But, from the inside, you are the most powerful,” Amalia said in a peaceful tone as she continued to lead me along. “The power of witches from the beginning is just a loan, the main supply if there is an incident like this. But, in my time I think I even asked for your help.”

“That's just his ugly condition. Because everyone knows you're strong, so that person first you make paralysed.”

“If that means you are great, Kaivan. I don't know what kind of sentence you're paying for. You are not given the power of a witch. But, you keep fighting in front.”

“...”

I did not answer the sentence, rather let it flow with fatigue and a little awkwardness. Hardly ever have I heard Amalia speak with her senses. Then, the sentence he uttered this time was also filled with a sense of admiration, a sentence that made my heart slightly tingled and confused to reply how.

A minute later, Amalia finally got me out. Before the inn completely collapsed and submerged the entire contents inside, me and this magical girl managed to make it in time.

Next, outside we were greeted by Ann the little girl partner of Hanz. I don't know if he's been there, but from his time he's probably been waiting a little longer.

My consciousness there was a jumble between up and down, my sight was also for some reason tired of starting to fade away. But, some determination I gathered because I didn't want to rest until the case was over.

Amalia explained the exit ordinance that Pero had just said. Heard by Ann, she seemed to have no suspicions at all.

Moments after the encounter, Hanz appears who landed and changed from the form of a giant bird to humans.

　

　

The dashing man with a blue blank stare approached and immediately changed commando. While helping me walk with Amalia, the four of us headed towards the mentioned car.

　

　

　

　

*****

　

　

　

　

　

　

We went in, silent as if waiting for something to come out. With the situation closed like this, the sound of chaos from the inn fire was felt inside.

“Two only?”

“...”

Hanz asked, she who was already sitting at the front of the car with Ann might be a little strange when me and Amalia did not move anymore after entering. As if ending and having no purpose to bring others, of course it made Hanz ask about the news of people other than us.

“Mati ... everything is dead,” I replied cynically turning my eyes towards the window refusing to look at me.

“Ah .. so it is, yes.”

“...”

Hanz could not feel the waves of his emotions. Therefore, I could not guess how he meant to say it, with what kind of heart the sentence came out. But, because my heart was in a mess with the pain of heart that never stopped, my brain unintentionally interpreted it as a sentence of ridicule.

“Why didn't you come, Hanz? Why are you just flying above in the form of a bird or something? If only you came down and helped me make Farrel lose, at least we could have saved two others.”

“What do those words mean to accuse myself of having the intention of letting people die there, Kaivan?”

“I just said, if you come together to enter the inn, it could be a loss of life now.”

I'm sure Farrel didn't have the extraordinary power to prevent two people at once even without magic. With the unique power of Hanz, Farrel I think will be very easily conquered. However, unfortunately Hanz did not come immediately when I ran into the inn. It took him quite a long time until he finally showed himself by giving large winds and rain misting water as an environmental aid.

What he did helped me a little. But, I still think that Hanz came down straight and helped me beat up Farrel much more efficiently. Doing the convoluted thing by pulling the ruined roof so that the inn does not easily collapse down it is strange.

“To be true, in your eyes maybe I look indifferent to the condition,” said Hanz in his trademark soft tone, staring blankly forward which made our conversation equally avoid eye-to-eye.

“So, you want to say the answer is different in your eyes?”

“Of course. In my eyes, you were moving too rashly by running towards the inn by yourself without waiting for my cue.”

“What are you waiting for? You just have to follow me, ‘kan?”

Your conversation may look a little serious and depict people fighting. But, in fact, what we do is not so. Hanz was still maintaining his gentle way of speaking, whereas I also did not put hard veins to corner the man with that blank look. Rather than a fight, this might sound more like a limp with my fatigue before fainting with anemia.

“Normally I want to bring you with my strength to enter the inn secretly. However, when you go inside by yourself, the situation changes,” Hanz explained.

“So, you have a reason?”

“Barriers, Kaivan.”

“Blocker ..?”

“Iya,” Hanz replied while nodding gently. “Ayau, it may be easier to call a protective wall. There's someone who created a special wall right after you came in. That's what keeps me and Ann from getting in.”

Hmn ....

I don't see Farrel talking about something like that. He is also not the type of person who has a very mature plan to overcome many possibilities a, b, c, d when the main plan fails. If anyone can do it ....

“Heh, Peter, yes ...”

“Pero ... woman who acts as the owner of the inn?”

“Yes, he's an animus and is on the criminal's side now. From start to finish, I still don't know what magic he did back then.”

From the crippling seal of Amalia, Farrel's support in the fight, and now I know that he is also taking proper precautions to prevent reinforcements. In fact, until the end of the conclusion, I did not expect that the value of Pero when being an enemy continued to rise.

“Ah .. magic animus,” muttered Hanz back with his signature tone.

“Farrel should still think that you were killed at that time. So, a little strange if for example Pero make a barrier wall as an initiative.”

“That wall includes a two-way barrier. I can't get in, and you can't get out either. If the initial intention to prevent you from escaping, then the condition of me who can not enter is a coincidence.”

“...”

Through conversation and explanation it doesn't make me better or worse. My condition that almost fainted due to this lack of blood made all conditions sound insignificant. After all, if you think back to what happened through the explanation, then the answer that came out is ....

Heh, again this is all my fault.

My lack of ability to solve problems and choose choices at the crucial moment was still needed to be trained. I might be overconfident with the emotion detection ability that can indirectly provide power in line with my opponent's anger emotions. However, when viewed well, depending on one thing is very careless. If that one thing is removed, then I will be helpless.

*Whoush ....

The memory flow signal from the game flow started coming down my head. In a limp state, I can still feel it clearly. A question, in which I was asked to point out who did it.

Of course, the person is clear, there is no need to think because indeed from the behavior and the sentence is clear the perpetrator confessed in front of me. So, along with the memories that came, I slowly answered inwardly to solve the challenges in this world.

With daydreams, I asked a little about affairs that might be slightly different from the main business.

“Actually what kind of story is the background of this challenge ...?”

“On that, I know, Kaivan.”

“Hn?”

The murmur was reciprocated by Amalia, the distance that was close enough to sit on the side turned out to make him quite hear the small voice.

“I got a little memory from Pero. The story in this setting is actually about the revenge of Farrel's student. The case, the role of Farrel was a distant cousin of the role of a rich man's son from Imarine. About the murder, the teacher who was killed actually has a history of the same scandal as the student role of Imarine.”

“Hmn .. revenge story, yes. Heh, but finally Farrel who now even kill Ima like the others. This martial treatment even became chaotic.”

“Actually, the ending of the story was the same time only four survivors. Imarine's student is about to die, he knows who the killer is and wants revenge. But, the effect is reversed.”

“Oh .. I can see that story where there is a blind woman who still judges a depraved man to be her lover.”

A little information from the sentence may cause a little error. However, I can see stories and characters where the rich kid played by Imarine is a blind girl who still defends the male teacher of her scandalous partner. Farrel who retaliated by killing would certainly be considered a bad person by him.

“In that case, other students are the same teachers of clean victims who should not be involved.”

“It was also actually a little wrong, anyway. The student who played Farrel in the story from the beginning had the intention to kill everyone if needed.”

“Huh?”

“Iya, the problem .. scandal case turned out to be famous and even banned by everyone. From students to teachers, no one sees the scandal as a crime. When the cousin of the killer saw that the rich boy was actually used and tricked, other people in school just look at it like an awkward relationship.”

“...”

The story of Amalia ended, I who answered that the culprit was Farrel was not immediately teleported to a new place. My glowing body gradually showed that this time the final settlement challenge was moved slowly.

The beam in front of me had already blocked and vanished at one point. Looks like Hanz and Ann were moved earlier than Amalia and I. This narrow car room left the atmosphere of me and the girl another chance to be alone.

“Oh, yes, Amalia—“

“Lia.”

“Hn?”

In the moments before I died, I wanted to talk a little longer. Amalia quickly cut.

“If you call me Amalia continue, I think it's hard too, ‘right? Just call me Lia kayak another.”

“Hmn ..?” my response slightly furrowed my brows and turned towards the side.

I don't care about nicknames. Lia is shorter called on the tongue, as long as the person being called doesn't mind, I don't mind either.

“Then it is, Lia.”

“U-un ... What's up?”

“...”

For a moment I felt a new vibe just by calling his name. I don't know why there's a tickle I've never felt from her. My response trembled slightly, and was followed by a softer reaction from Amalia. I just called her name a little.

Huft .. hah ....

But, well .. I'm back to my business.

“I don't know why you can talk now. But, one thing I want to ask and want me to hear from your mouth directly.”

“Hmn?”

“We've come this far, and I still don't see you moaning. So, actually ... what is your request to become a witch?”

“Application ... - me?”

“Yes, the application that makes you willing to follow the heavy duty like gini.”

“...”

“...”

While we were silent to allow the atmosphere to become heavy, in the midst of a glowing body to be teleported, I was still waiting for that answer.

“Actually, my request doesn't mean much now. The reason I kept this witch was not about that plea anymore. But, if you want to know, before my request may look stupid.”

“Stupid ...? That means that the request is too small that you can still do without being a witch?”

“No, I don't think it could have happened without magic.”

“...”

“...”

“So ... actually .. My request was about feelings. I still remember the sentence I gave to Pero contract time.”

“...”

My hands began to vanish and could not be seen, I began to realize that my body was gradually disappearing. There was a loss of some functions of my senses. The sound from outside began to shrink, my mouth did not react when it wanted to talk, and my eyes began to fade. However, the words from Amalia were very clearly heard flowing into my heart.

I want the pain of that lie to be non-existent. I want to be able to live where the good lies that hurt can be lost.

*fush

Then my body and Amalia's body disappeared into light.

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That might seem silly to a request. This does not solve the problem of the past at all. I don't know if Amalia is mature or not in choosing her request. He knew that bringing old people back to life would not be the solution. But that doesn't mean removing pain from those memories will be the answer. After all, such requests are quite dangerous, the loss of pain from feelings will cause a slight imbalance in life.

Even so, I understood a little how the pain Amalia was suffering. He who was given false hope by his parents had a grudge for that which he might only be able to explain himself. A bad ending was in sight, and he was only given a non-influential task that he thought could restore the old man.

But, even so .. I don't see it as a stupid plea at all.

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I thought my teleportation was slow enough. I don't know, not like before where it happened for a moment like a wink. But, this is what happened, my body can only slowly see the room we came from. Everything I felt to return to that place was felt gradually.

The dim space is like a carpet wall cinema along with its dim light, the hexagon shape in a typical room, and the warm wet sensation of my hand—

“Hn? Wait up? Warm.”

My consciousness was not fully recovered. Trying to analyze what happened, I also judged what I was feeling in my hands. Then ....

*Whoush ...!

*Dug, widow!

“Hh!?”

I quickly snapped strongly with that awareness. A wave of passing emotions becomes a hallmark of where the situation begins to change.

“Uhuk, uhuk ...”

“Eh ..?”

I looked down, right where I felt a warm sensation in my hand.

The position there is a little dark, I myself am not very responsive to what turns out to be in front.

“I-Ivan .. I'm afraid.”

“...”

The sound came from Amalia. The situation there was so violently changed, the pain from the emotional wave I could feel. Then ....

Blood ...?

The flow of blood that treads on my hands is terrifying. In fact, I believe my hands and body are now in a position to hug Amalia.

I quickly looked around. Then I quickly found the culprit.

“Sorry, Kaivan .. It looks like our friendship will end.”

“Hh!?”

Hanz with his human form held a short sword about three quarters of his hand. His blue eyes that looked at me blankly were frightening, because ..the sword was simultaneously being fed with fresh blood.

“Ha-Hanz ..?”

　

　

END ...?