220 219. Boy Liners Challenge.txt (1/2)

A storm of explosions coming from a distance.

Perhaps it's the Lord's wind magic. My Lord's magic is much quieter.

'The Lord fights freely, doesn't he? ”I see that the Lord fights freely, then, Helvirshine, shall we go and fight in the middle of nowhere?

With a comfortable shakiness, Nosphy walks down the street with his back to me.

He's confident that he can handle being slashed from the back with a surprise attack. I can tell from his behavior that he thinks of me, and others like me, as nothing more than a prelude to a fight with Christ.

I will not follow behind it.

I will never follow him.

To be honest, I have a bad feeling about going along with what this woman with a bad character is doing.

I've got to get away from the Lord and Christ. I'm going to fight right here, right now.

I'm going to give it my all right from the start. I'm not going to let my guard down, Guardian of Light.　--Mr. Rowen!　Sylph Luf Bringer!

I'm going to pull out my sword and demon sword and put my magic power into them.

I also pour in all of the magical power that I collected when I imitated Christ when I chanted earlier.

The legendary swords gain magic power and regain their brilliance.

But even this isn't enough.

Not yet.

''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate,'' ''Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate--!

Further magical power amplification.

I perform 'chanting' in imitation of Lord.

The magic power of my body's wind expands at a frightening rate. This seems to be more suitable for me than Christ's chanting. But in return, the 'price' also swells up faster.

Everything is being chipped away, chipped away, chipped away, chipped away, as if lightness is necessary for acceleration.

The ego, the experience, the memory - the soul is being scraped away and becoming lighter.

That self-harm was accompanied by a pleasant feeling. The grinding is so pleasurable that even now I want to laugh out loud.

But behind the pleasure, there are many things that cannot be undone.

I almost forget.

I feel like I'm going back.

It's almost like going back.

I want to go back to the far past, beyond the time of a baby, back to before I was born, and I want to die.

It was a horrible 'price'.

”Haha!　Hah, hah, hah!

Before I knew it, I had stopped breathing.

Instead of the magical power he had gained, he had been deprived of all sorts of things he needed to live.

''Oh, is that Lord's chant?　It seems that you, the descendant, are no different when it comes to imitating other people's 'chanting'.

”This kind of chanting is not normal. ......!　It's not something people can recite: ......!　But this is what Lord was reciting: ......!　I was laughing and reciting a poem while I was at work: ......!

I manage to connect the memories. Some of them are memories of Lord kindly teaching me magic.

Although she was clumsy, she still taught me with great care.

Seeing that figure reminded me a little bit of sister Fran, I guess it's because of the kindness in her roots. We pruned the garden together, and we even ate together. It was fresh in my mind that when we imitated the vigilantes, she bought me lunch with her sisterly style.

But the thought of something like this behind that smile makes me want to gouge out my heart.

'If you're saying that Lord was so driven that he had to rely on something like this!　More than that!　I'm not going to let you pass from here!　I'm not going to let you get anywhere near those two!

...... I'm not sure I understand. If the Lord is suffering, isn't it me, your friend, who is most in need?　I want to see you smile, too, from the bottom of my heart, Lord, don't I?

Go ahead and pull it out. You b*tc*--!

”--Not possible (・・・・・). I trust my instincts. There's no way, no matter how hard I look at it, that you're the source of all evil. Yeah, you're the root of all evil!　The good-natured Lord may still believe in you deep down, but not me!　I don't care what you have to say or what's going on here!　No questions asked, I will make sure--I will kill you!

I declare.

Maybe it was because the Lord was away from me, but this would be just fine against Nosfy.

'Didn't ...... Uzurinami-sama tell you to restrain me?'

Look at that.

That Nosfi guy doesn't even change his face.

He's still smiling and calmly trying to fry the story.

'Yeah, Lord's orders are to stay put. But I'm just about out of the business of being a serious knight. I'm going to kill you by accident!　From the beginning!

I see. Helvirshine's determination has been well received by me.

Even with my all-out killing spree, Nosfi didn't lose his posture like an understanding wise man.

After all, the difference in power as well as experience is obvious.

According to Revan lore, the war history of the girl who became the 'Mikata' is extraordinary.

Once she appeared in the history books, she is a fierce warrior who has run through a thousand battlefields at a rate that fills the chronology.

That's my opponent.

But still I cannot be defeated.

The Lord Christ has believed in me and asked me to do this. I can't betray that trust.

Above all, as a knight - no, as Rainer Helvilshain, I can't lose.

”Oh, I can't lose to you... ......

I don't even... ......?

...... I'm sorry, but I just can't believe you're stronger than that Miss Rowen.

I saw Mr. Lowen's battle in Lauravia, the one who stole the logic of the earth.

At that moment, I didn't feel like I could win at all. There was no room for stalking, and no matter where I was or what I did, I knew I would be decapitated in a single breath.

But this ”The One Who Steals the Reason of Light” nosphy is a little different.

Only when it comes to combat ......, it's somewhat warm.

Mr. Rowen specializes in combat, but Nosfi specializes in something other than combat. I feel like that.

''You understand very well. Yes, if it's just simple combat skills, you're right. But that's only natural, right?　Because it's no good if the knight you're protecting is weaker than the Lord.

'Oh, a knight has to be stronger than the Lord to protect him. That's not really a knight. ...... However, my Lord Christ is victorious over Mr. Loewen. That means I can't afford to be bothered with the likes of you, who are probably weaker than Mr. Rowen.

He prevents himself from escaping by talking about why he can't lose and thinks only of the inevitable victory.

Hearing this, Nosfi opens his mouth with a pout, and after being a bit dumbfounded, he starts laughing.

''Hmph, hmph, hmph. That's a good aspiration. Except for the problem that it's definitely impossible.''

'I'm on a mission to be stronger than Christ. Yes, I must win, even with my life. So, yeah--!

He ignored Nosfi and kept telling himself to ignore it.

I knew from experience that this pledge was the most important thing in battle.

In a sense similar to 'chanting', the shouting--.

'To be a knight in Christ in the true sense of the word!　Today, here!　I will be strong when I defeat my guardian!　I will kill you!　--Ix-wind-o!

-- turning the wind's magic into propulsion and rushing out.

In contrast, Nosfi mutters, keeping room for it, and weaves a light magic.

'...... Oh, it's irritating to watch. Its irreverence, arrogance and recklessness. You know yourself that it's impossible to do such a thing, but you're deceiving yourself by saying it out loud. That kind of thing reminds me of the old days, so can you stop?

Naturally, its magic construction is divine speed.

''--『Light Rod, Flag of Light (Nosfy Flag).

Before I can get to it, he finishes filling the flag with magic.

Then I waved the flag right side once.

There was no shockwave flying or magic flying at me. It's just that the flag's light shimmered.

I'm going to bathe myself in that glow.

It doesn't matter. I'm not going to be able to prevent it anyway.

If you want to control the ”blood”, you should do it.

The seed is cracked, so this time you just need to focus on the sword and not the magic.

But as if to disrupt that concentration, a voice rang out in my ears.

(-- Helvirshine. (Please listen)

What--?

He looked at Nosfi out of the corner of his eye, but his mouth hadn't moved at all. A spare smile was strapped on his face and his mouth was tied together.

But now, I'm sure I hear Nosphy's voice.

Here I realize.

The light wasn't trying to control the 'blood'.

It's not the Blood that is trying to control it, but me.

That 'discussion' thing is being set up head-on--!

(-- just listen to me for a moment. ...... Fighting doesn't produce anything. So let's put away our swords and discuss it first. Hurting each other only breeds hatred. That hatred will also create a battle. That is too sad. That would not save the world too much. The battle will spread everywhere, involving everyone around it. The sword will not kill the enemy in front of you, but innocent people. One day it will kill your beloved neighbors. When you have slain your enemies, you will have slain the things you wanted to protect on your back. That's war. That's war. Please understand that truth. Conflict produces nothing. What we need to do now is to talk to each other. Talking is the way to true peace. Let's talk, let's talk. Let's talk with me. Let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk, let's talk (......--)

In the light emanating from that flag, a myriad of words were condensed into a myriad of words.

All of the words, collectively, were pounded into my head.

It is a pleasant heavenly voice.

They were warm words, like a mother singing a lullaby, like a congratulatory note echoing in the main hall.

Perhaps, but this is the original use of this light magic. Persuasion with an overwhelming amount of light without any tricks.

I'm on the verge of shaking my head because of the light.

But I put all my strength back into my body and shake my head to the side.

The mere fact that the words are composed of Nosfies is enough of a reason not to be swallowed up by that light.

'Shut up!　I know that much already!　But that kind of neatness doesn't make the world go round!　We're past the point of discussion!

He marched straight ahead in the blinding light and closed in on Nosfi.

At the same time, he swung his twin swords like scissors to reap the enemy's head.

Nosfi dodged it lightly, leaning back and lightly avoiding it. Perhaps it was because the light made it difficult to measure the distance, or maybe it was a little shallow to step in.

''Oops. Even if you are exposed to this light, won't you be moved? If you do that much 'chanting', you would normally have a gap in your mind ....... It's strange. You're paying the 'price' and still holding your own?　No. Are you stepping over the 'price' by sheer force of will?

It doesn't matter if he can avoid it or not.

He takes a step further and continues to swing his twin swords from right to left, left to right, at high speed.

Avoiding it with an empty handed fist seems to be tough even for the quintessential Nosfi, so he stops making the flag glow and treats it as a defensive weapon and flicks the sword.

'Descendants of Helvilleshain, Rainer Helvilleshain ....... It's possible that you could end up in the same realm as us through dishonest (just) procedures. It seems to be more than all the 'reason-stealers' in terms of mental power. Well, well, it's not surprising since the condition for being chosen as a 'thief of reason' is a mind full of gaps.

While bouncing my sword with the light flag, he analyzes me with plenty of room to spare.

I can't bear to let him lose that leeway as quickly as possible, so I increase my sword speed.

''It's quite interesting to wonder why we're on this stage. I'm starting to want my brother too. However, unlike the Lord, I don't love him, but as a brother worth torturing.

Finally, he begins to love me as I fight.

A chill runs through me, and I refuse to pay off my sword hard.

'Who will be my brother!　Your light is evil!　You have the same eyes as those rotten knights in the Hoosiers!　They use the same language!　That light hurts people!　Now, I'm going to choke the life out of me right here!

I know that Nosfi stare.

It's the eyes I remember from my childhood.

I came from a commoner's background and was adopted by a great nobleman, and I was constantly harassed by the people around me. I guess that too specific an origin made it easy for me to toy with them. I was constantly being bullied, which was easy to understand.

At that time, every single knight who played with me was glowing. Because they were not born lowly like me, their language and demeanor were perfected as nobility. Their families were very rich, their blood was old and long and noble, they were talented, and everyone wore beautiful clothes, had a beautiful face - and smiled, and enjoyed harassing me.

Those knights, Nosfy reminds me, are the ones who remind me of that.

They don't think of their own deeds as evil, but rather humiliate people with the casualness of an afternoon tea time.

'Is this my breathless ......? But just as a kindness, I'll be blunt and blunt with the facts: ......, there's no way you can beat me, is there?

With twin swords flying around at super high speed, a generous Nosfi ruthlessly tells me that I have no chance of winning.

His words were convincing.

Right now, I would be strong enough to lightly fend off the seniors of the former academy. I'm sure that even if there were a hundred regular knights of the Fuzzyards, they wouldn't be able to deal with me. But Nosfi is far from it. He's an existence that can lightly take on the Academy of Eltralieu or even the Foozeyards country itself. He has a different status as an existence. It has the power to make you think so.

Not only does it have a singular light magic, it's a monster that's beyond the standard for even close combat.

They can comfortably defend against my full-length twin swords and even have time to make jokes.

''Hey, this oooh!

He raises a roar and swings his sword.

Even in the labyrinth, I've never wielded my sword this seriously before.

Before she fought Nosufi, she had thought that this all-out effort would work a little better. However, she shattered that faint expectation with a cool expression.

''Hmph, it really is a nostalgic sword. But because I miss it, I'm used to it.''

Nosfi's eyes narrowed.

He missed the fact that he was in the middle of a battle.

His attitude made him angry. However, the statement also bothered him more than that.

-- Hey, are you used to it?　Why?

In the battle in the labyrinth earlier, he was sealed off while I was in his face. The fight between me and Nosfi is still a total of one minute to reach or reach. No matter how substandard she is, it's too early to get used to it.

'Is it strange that she is so easily handled like this?

Nosfi must have sensed this confusion.

Then his face turned a little nasty and he folded the light flag in his hand.

''Nah!''

The folded flag separates into two sticks and changes its shape.

It became a shape just like the 'Loewen, the Treasure Sword of the House of Aleis' and 'Silhulhu Bringer' that I am currently holding.