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'What are you talking about ......?　Am I the only one who will survive?　As long as Master Uzumi really fights, he will never lose!　That ”magic”!　As long as you use that future-altering magic, you will never lose!

As I abruptly declare defeat, Nosfy gives me some advice on how to win.

'No, I'm already using that one. So here it is: ....... Now I'm going to keep apologizing to you until I die. ...... In the meantime, as Nosfi has said in town before, keep considering ....... It's good enough for you to give it a second thought .......

I refuse to say that there is no more victory for me and continue talking.

Nosfi, who doesn't seem to understand the act, points to Rustyala lying a little farther away and blames me for it, raising his voice.

''There's no point in continuing to apologize!　If you don't fight, you won't beat me!　At this rate, Mr. Rustyala will really die!　You're abandoning Mr. Rastiara!　Is that what you want!

Yeah, okay. Then I'll die with you. We'll lose, but Nosfi will not go away. So it's okay.

'Yea, I don't know what you mean by that ....... I'm not sure I understand from earlier ......!

When the Rastiara that was being pointed at now was safe, there would definitely be no counterattack.

In the midst of this melee, Nosfi dared to avoid attacking Rastiara. We don't approve of that kind girlfriend disappearing while holding onto her 'unfinished business'.

Of course, I'm not trying to kill myself now.

Both I and Rastiala just believe that Nosfi (・・・・・・・・)--I'm not trying to kill myself.

I'm not trying to die. We believe that if we are 'all together' we will come back alive and all of us, including Nosfi, will be happy - we are risking our lives on the slightest possibility.

'...... Sorry. That was a bit confusing.

I throw the sword down on my waist and dump it messily on the floor, apologizing to my best friend in my mind.

'Why the sword--!

...... never fight Nosfies.

No, no, we're fighting!　As an enemy!　I am Master Uzumi's worst enemy!　--Light Arrow Breunak!

Nosfi generated a huge spear of light that proved to be battle proof and threw it at me.

I don't dodge it, or counter it with magic. I brace my head with both arms and try to catch it head on.

A spear of light rushed through, gouging out the flesh of my right forearm and exposing the white bone.

I smile as I heal the wound on my arm with my unchained recovery magic.

I didn't take an evasive action, but the magic didn't hit me directly.

'...... different. Nosfi is not an enemy. To me, the 'worst enemy' was me. Looking at the memories from a thousand years ago, and talking to Nosfi now, I'm convinced that I had an enemy to defeat. If I had an enemy to defeat, it was the 'Original Kanami' of a thousand years ago, and never Nosfi ......!

'No, it's not that: ......!　That's a play on words: ......!　In reality, we're fighting right now: ......!

Nosfi is still dismayed to see me not trying to fight.

From his expression, I got the feeling that he was slowly leaning from the back to the front. It's the quintessential Rustyala-style persuasion method. It tells me that it's too early to give up on persuasion just yet.

However, it's time to tell him before he can't talk about what happens if he can't talk, because he's nearing the limit of just defending without evasion. Because I can see so many possibilities, I have a lot to worry about.

I've asked Ryner to do just that, Nosfi. I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what to do with it. Then you can start a new life with Yotaki. Even if you can't be your father's number one, you can still aim to be Yotaki's--your mother's number one, and live out your life and fulfill your 'unfinished business' ....... Please, I hope you end up with a smile on your face.

'Take the liberty of going to ......!　Please don't go off on me like that!　We're not done talking about the enemy yet!

Nosfi's face turns blue at the dislocation of their conversation with each other, and his impatience visibly accelerates. He shakes his head repeatedly, bites his teeth repeatedly, and finally lights up his face and voice.

'...... yi, yi, this is a threat!　You're threatening me, aren't you?　That's right!　It's a bargain!　This is the game of war!　Uzumi-sama's plan to capture me!

Nosfi stabs the light flag into the ground and grips the red sword tightly in both hands.

He then chooses the strongest of the powers he now possesses.

''Then it is not magic that I should use!　--the real 'magic'!

The sword glows red.

The special magic of ”The One Who Steals the Truth of Blood” is probably being activated.

Just looking at that red color makes me cower and want to run away. Just the approach of its cutting edge is enough to make me scream and cry. Just imagining that the blade touches you is enough to make you feel like you're going crazy.

However, I stay on my feet.

''When it comes down to it, even if it's Uzurinami-sama, I'll never!　Absolutely--!

Nosfi shouted to himself as he rushed forward, holding his sword straight ahead.

Poorly done, poorly done. It was a questionable thrust, not just a sword technique, but an attack as well.

Even a child would be able to easily avoid it.

But if you avoid it, Nosfi will be hurt (...).

The first priority right now is Nosphy.

It's not ”me” or ”the man of destiny”, but ”Nosfy Foozeyers”.

I'm not going to make a move in order to make Nosfi believe that I think so.

--And now, that [reason] of [I'll never return] pierces my abdomen.

''Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ......!

I checked my own two eyes carefully as the red sword turned back to blood red.

I want to praise myself for accepting this horrible sword without moving an inch.

Nosfi's mouth was distorted against me with that light smile on his face.

''Hey, why are you ......!　It's not a cure. ......!　Uzumi-sama, this!　You can't cure this!

In a hurry, Nosfi pulls his sword out of his abdomen.

A large amount of blood sloshes out of the wound. Seeing this, the expression on his face that he was resolutely trying to be an enemy completely falls apart.

Nosphy, who must have reached the peak of his dismay, busily moves both eyes and calls for help.

'Somebody please go to ......!　La, Mr. Rastiala!　Master Uzumami wouldn't let me get away!　Okay, then!　Mr. Rastiara!

You can clearly see that he is truly confused from the fact that he relied on the person he had stabbed earlier.

The person in question, Rustyala, is in a daze from the massive blood loss and is unable to reply. In place of her inability to speak, I respond.

It's a wound that can be healed if you ask Fafner to help you. ...... Besides, if you can't make it, it doesn't matter. Both Rastiara and I are willing to die for you. You're the best thing that ever happened to us. We know everything and we're taking that sword, so you don't have to worry about anything. ......

It's not just Rastiala.

I put Nosphy before myself.

Hearing my response, Nosphy shudders.

I furrow my eyebrows to the limit and keep my distance.

''This, this is crazy ......!　You're both crazy: ......!

'No ......, we're sane. We're sane and we talk all the time. And I mean it from the bottom of my heart. I'm really sorry, and I want to apologize without lying ......!　That's the only thing I want you to believe: ......!

He takes a step forward to prove it.

But the wound in my stomach is so deep that I can't successfully close the distance. No matter how much I close the wound with the palm of my hand, I can't stop the bleeding.

With just one step, the pain hits me like a burning trowel being scratched around in my stomach. Even if I can't stand the pain, my body instinctively seems to choose to control it.

But I'm used to suppressing my body's reflexes.

I force myself to take a second step.

I try to deliver my apologies as close as possible.

Nosfi sees my second step and shouts back to stop me.

'Oh, I know you want to apologize!　I know, and I forgive you!　So please stop!　In the first place, Uzumi-sama doesn't need to apologize!　I'm a bad boy. I've done a lot of bad things in this post-millennium world!　I helped Titi and Ayde, and I've embarrassed you!　I've taken advantage of all kinds of people here at Hoosiers and magically changed their minds!　If I am left unattended, my false light of peace will invade the world!　I am the worst enemy of this world, and I am so bad!　There is no need to apologize to me for a single thing!

There's no way in hell I'll ever have to apologize.

However, the words ”I forgive you” that spill out of Nosfi's kindness make my heart feel a little better. I turned my face down a little and bit down on the words I had finally heard.

All the while, Nosphy was screaming desperately to stop me.

''-- Instead of apologizing, please fight me, the enemy!　Hate me, hate me, kill me!　All Master Uzumi has to do is avenge the evil!　Use this light to take away people's freedom and spread false happiness, the worst enemy of all: the one who steals the truth of light!　Only Master Uzumi can do that!　--Above all, if I'm not defeated right now, you'll both die!　Uzumi-sama, you are going to die!

I listen to the nosephew's words as I take the third step.

I can't help but be disturbed by the blood pumping up from my stomach.

But I reply, never to misspell it. I can only say this now that Nosfi has given me words of forgiveness--

'Yes, ....... I certainly think Nosfi is a worse boy than he was a thousand years ago: ......

Yeah, it's all my fault!　I am a bad enemy to be defeated!　So, right now...

But that's okay. If she's a bad girl, I'll tolerate it. --Nosphy is my 'daughter'.

She repeats that she is my daughter, just in time to forgive each other.

I tell her that she is special. Even if Nosfi is trying to destroy the world, neither I nor Rustyala will ever fight, even if Nosfi is trying to destroy the world. Rather, we are prepared to take sides.

Nosfi is stunned when he hears that too general method of identifying friend and foe.

Towards that point I take the fourth and fifth step and shout.

'Oh, that's all I'm going to say ......!　Still, I'll put Nosfies first!　It just means we're on your side no matter what: ......!

And I reach out my hand.

Because of the fatal wound in my abdomen, the movement is poor.

But I never make a mistake in my direction. I point my hand not at the lying Rustyala, nor at the wound in my abdomen, but at Nosphy.

''I don't believe--!　I am--!

As I take my sixth, seventh, and eighth steps, Nosfi backs away from me, as if to escape.

I can't believe her hands, her eyes keep shaking and her lips quiver.

Please believe me, I continue to walk the ninth and tenth step - and then I lose strength from my feet, and I hit my knees.

In the midst of the horrific blood loss, I praise Nosfi, who is just beyond my blurred vision.

'...... Nosfi wins,'

I can't take it anymore.

Everything, including blood, is on the verge of being emptied.

A series of battles that have been going on since daylight, and a series of great magic such as 'Future Prediction' before they entered. These forty-five floors have been defenselessly devoured by the magic of each attribute of the 'Stealers of Reason'. The results are 'displayed'.

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Name: Aikawa Uzumi HP4/543 MP10/1514 Class: explorer