68 67. The end point of Christ Eurasia.txt (1/2)

'...... quintessential, Christ. You just killed that Tida.

Arti speaks to me with plenty of time to spare, spilling a lot of blood.

'Shut up ......!　Just get the hell out of here and go f*ck yourself: ......!

I take out a new damp cloak from my 'possessions' and walk forward while putting it on.

I have 238 HP left.

Looking at the numbers alone, it's still possible to continue. It's too early to give up. Even Maria will try to help out like Rustyala, and then she reworked her magic power.

It's not quite there yet ....... It's still not enough. Maria, isn't it ......?

It's still not enough: ......!

Maria stood next to Arti and repeated the same words.

Wobbling, Arti approaches Maria and hugs her from behind. Then they repeat. 'Not enough' and 'to come', layer upon layer, repeat.

I have a bad feeling, and I start to run with all the strength I have left.

I have to stop. That's what I intuitively thought.

With momentum, I thrust out my sword and stabbed Arti, who was behind Maria, in the face.

But there is no response. As if sucked in, I went through Alti's face.

The outline of her face wavers and loses substance, turning into flames as she looks at me and smiles.

At the same time, Maria's flaming sword is wielded and I jump back.

It was too strange a sight.

Arti's entire body turns into fire and is consumed by the flames that Maria wears.

In the end, it seeped into Maria's body and disappeared.

And then a part of Maria's flame changes shape into a mouth and speaks to her.

'Now it's coming. Christ. This is complete assimilation. There is more to come--

I thought about my next move and my body went rigid.

There was no one left to slash at, and my hand stopped.

I can see that Arti has become a flame and mixed with Maria's flames.

Does that mean that I have to extinguish all the flames in this place? Or does it have to get into Maria's body and kill her whole body? Is it something more than that? I have no idea.

When I'm lost and unable to move, Maria readies her flaming sword and runs towards me, screaming.

''Master, please fall down!　If you fall down, you can start over: ....... We can start over again from that moment!　This time we don't need anyone else, let's start over, just the two of us!

I can only play the flaming sword that comes at me again and again. It's because I don't know how to attack Arti.

If this is the case, we will end up impoverished and lose. And yet, the only countermeasure I could do now was to persuade Maria, which I failed to do earlier.

”Ma-Maria!　Pull yourself together!　Everything is at the mercy of that monster over there!　Fighting me is not going to get you anywhere!　There are no do-overs in life!

'But still!　Mr. Alty was on my side until the end!　He worked so hard for me when I was all alone!　Unlike my master, if he hadn't left me out, left me alone, or left me behind!

Words of persuasion were returned with more words of reprimand.

The more he spoke, the more the fire seemed to intensify.

Without a doubt, there is a close relationship between Maria's spirit and heat.

I shouted as I strengthened my magic 《Dimensional Winter (Di Winter)》. I overworked my fevered head, choosing my words as I did so.

'I'll never leave you alone again!　I'm not leaving you!　I promise!　So keep the flames contained!

'Another lie: ......!　Then why did you save Mr. Rustyala!　I won't be able to keep up with him. He'd leave me. I'll be alone. Knowing that, why did you save Rastiara-san!

I'll get Rustyala to agree. We're all in this together. We're all in this together. So...

'He's there!　Mr. Rastiara has gone crazy since he arrived!　That man is a coward: ....... It's not fair that he was born to be dazzling. How anxious I was to see the master wander off and get sucked into that man's light!　As long as she's around, when will you leave me again, or will master lie to me again?　I don't feel safe!

The more conversations we have, the more Maria's true feelings are exposed.

'............!'

At the same time, my misconceptions are coming to light.

I think I'm starting to see the root of Maria's feelings, little by little.

I thought my feelings of love and jealousy were out of control, but no.

It doesn't feel right. Maria has been angry over and over again - at 'different things'.

Now Maria and I are both screaming for our lives.

That's why me and Maria were finally beginning to understand each other.

'It's ...... and I'm starting over. I'm going back to those days when Master was kind, vulnerable, and like a lost child, and he was kind to me. At that time, Master was clinging to me, which made me feel very safe. I knew that this man would be there for me and that I would finally be happy. ...... I knew that he would never lie to me either. Master!　Please, please go back to being the master you were without her: ......!

Maria burns and says she wants to be with me (・・・・), who is weak.

Otherwise, she says, I can't feel safe.

If it's not the weak me, I can't worry about when and where I'll disappear.

That means--.

-- only, Maria is worried.

I haven't said anything to Maria.

I haven't told her my real name, my origins, my purpose, or anything else: .......

I don't know anything about it, and I can't bear to worry about it .......

No matter how much you say it's okay, no matter how much you try to be nice or patronizing, it doesn't matter if you're not telling a single truth. Instead, it was counterproductive.

That is the root.

The root of this battle - the root of the 'Tenth Test'.

Maria wants assurance.

The guarantee that I will not disappear (・・・・・・) anywhere (・・・・・・・) -- the guarantee that I will not disappear (・・・・・・) -- the guarantee that I will not disappear.

'I couldn't do anything but watch my loved ones move away!　I couldn't get to it, no matter how hard I clung to it!　Do you know how I feel when Mr. Rastiara has taken my beloved!

Maria loves me.

I have literally loved her to death .......

That's why I couldn't allow Rustyala to have a guarantee. She knew my real name, my origins, my purpose, and I was afraid of Rustyala, who was always by my side. I had no guarantees, and I didn't care when he would abandon me.

Perhaps all along, Maria was anxious.

All along, she was anxious to the point of losing her mind.

--I'm beginning to understand.

No, I've been taught (・・・・・・・).

'The one who steals the reason for the fire,' in Arti's The Tenth Test.

'The Master is mine: ....... I found him first. So, it's mine alone ......!

Maria's fire burns everywhere.

It burns through everything in my body, and its momentum surpasses my cold air.

In the end, even the exchange of swords surpassed me, and flicked my sword backwards in a big way. And then the defenseless torso is pushed away and the distance is open - Maria chants.

”'Cut off the flame' --

It's a poem of determination to get it, no matter what.

For some reason, I understood the meaning of the ”Chant”.

Maria's wish in the ”Chant” reaches me.

At the same time, I also understand how much magic Maria has chanted to 'pay' for.

”Tell 'em to break the ice...

So I chant (...) too.

The chanting spilled out of my mouth as if I had (・・・・・・) thought about (・・・・・・・・) it.

At the same time, I feel one important memory missing.

I feel my emotions being played with.

But it's the same with Maria. Will it ever stop?

”'Dreaming staggering and sensuous to the manima'...

”'I have a love affair with a reluctant woman.

The magic to be constructed is probably the magic of the flaming snake.

If it were me now, I would be able to do it.

I've trained, understood, and strengthened the freezing magic, risked my life, added the chanting, and learned the source of Maria's flame (...) - now!

”Swallow the stars, Midgard's Blaze!

”Swallow the stars, Midgard freeze!

Two giant snakes are released from my and Maria's bodies and collide with each other.

Both snakes are insubstantial.

Heat and cold air.

The great magic of the anti-attribute clashes, and they devour each other in an attempt to cancel each other out.

The antagonism was instantaneous.

The winner is the flame snake.

There was not a single element of my cold air snake's victory.

However, due to the antagonism, the flame snake's momentum was greatly diminished.

I jumped to the side and dodged that flame snake just before.

The flame snake collided with the ground and dissipated.

I quickly regain my position and force my screaming body to move, urging Maria to get closer.

Thinking that Maria would be feeling that pain, I couldn't think of it as pain.

I won't let Maria use fire magic anymore.

With that vow, I'm going to make a close battle with Maria.

''-- 'Shining Flame Sword'. This is the perfect flame sword. --'Flame Flamberge'!

As I approach, the fiery mouth chants a single spell.

This is Arti's voice.

At the same time, the heat of Maria's flaming sword increased. The flame sword, which has increased in density as I look at it, changes its color to blue, and eventually transforms into a dazzling white flame sword.

My treasure sword and Maria's flaming sword clashed with each other.

It was a strange response.

A lukewarm response to call it a collision.

The reason for this is simple. The tip of the blade of my treasured sword that touched the flaming sword had begun to melt into a sludge.

''d*mn!　--The Ice Flamberge!

[Status]

HP 219/345 MP0/657

[Status]

HP208/332 MP0/657--

Remaining 208 and 332.

The treasured sword is coated with a coating of ice to reduce the damage to the sword.

Using unfamiliar magic, my life is visibly chipped away.

After surviving the Tida battle, the lives that had been increasing as my level increases are converted into magic power as the ice melts.

The flaming sword and the ice-sword clashed with each other, and sparks of magic power flew.

A fog of magic power blows and rises.

As soon as I could, I drew my sword and swung it back.

But all of it is played by Maria's flaming sword.

Obviously, it's different from Maria's movements a little while ago. All of her abilities have increased due to Arti's assimilation. The strength, speed, technique, and accuracy of the 'penetrating eyes' are all different.

No matter how much he swings his sword, sparks will only go up.

With that, Maria shouts.

''Even when I lost my home and became a slave!　It was never this painful!　If I was so bitter and jealous and sad, I wanted you to abandon me in the first place!

Every time Maria listens to my chest, my body slows down.

I know.

I don't want to talk back.

--It's my fault.