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The direction is behind me.

A tongue lashing and 'killing intent' approaching from behind.

''--!

As soon as he could, he tried to turn around behind him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something shimmering strongly, out of the corner of my eye.

In the blinding light, something glowing like a sharp blade is approaching.

A murder weapon.

The weapon is approaching along with a 'killing intent' that is too dense.

If this is the case, both of us will be skewered by that weapon - and die.

I instantly understand that it was too late to detect this and I push Nosfi's body away.

That action was neither a calculation nor a plan. It had nothing to do with seeing the future or the past.

Instantly I wanted to save Nosphy.

''--What?''

Nosfi's voice escapes as he is pushed away with his overlapping hands.

At the same time, the murder weapon pierces my back.

From my left chest, a blood-stained blade of magical power poked out of my left chest.

The thing that was pierced through was my right lung.

After pushing Nosufi away, the enemy's aim was slightly deflected to the right by immediately ducking down.

Somehow, he managed to protect his 'heart'.

But instead, he was unable to avoid the ensuing blow.

The right arm that was extended to help Nosufi - as if to metaphorically imply that it will never reach Nosufi again - was cut off from the root by a magical blade that came from somewhere and flew through the air.

He was cut off and a heat and pain hit him as if he had stuck his hand into the sun.

''Kook, ah--!

I lost my lungs and my dominant arm, and here I finally turn around.

She was there (...)

”--oh(--), stinky (・・・・)

It was ”Lagne (...) Kaikwola (・・・・・)” (...).

She appeared on the forty-fifth floor with the same appearance as when they parted on the twenty-fifth floor earlier.

However, her expression was too different. It was as cold as if it was shattering ice and contained an overflowing contempt.

That Lagune generated multiple swords with a blade length of about two meters with 'magical materialization' and floated them in the air, coming at us.

Fortunately, the distance is still about ten paces away.

Probably the one just now was a long-range attack by manipulating the floating swords.

While I calmly analyze it so--

-- the confusion is accelerating and the questions are never ending --

Why?

Why now?

Is Lagune here now?

There was not one future like this. It couldn't be. It was a discarded persuasion because I was certain that there was no future where a third party would intervene. How did he escape my prediction of the future?　No, that's not how it works, why would Lagune want to kill me?　Lagne is my friend. He is the friend I am most in touch with right now. He understood me better than anyone else, he encouraged me and gave me courage. Why is Lagne - no, no. That's not it either. I don't have time to think about that. It's more than that right now...

During that extra thought, Ragne picked up the red and crystal swords on the floor.

Holding the 'Heart of Helmina' and 'Loewen, the treasured sword of the House of Alais' in both hands, she pounced on me.

Not good.

Both blades are not ordinary.

I must never catch them, I must let them fall away.

My attention is drawn to those two too conspicuous swords.

In line with that, the sword of ”magical materialization” that floats in the air comes flying in from behind me. Again, not from the front, but from the back - and my skill 'sensitivity' reacts to it.

''--!

I dodge as quickly as I can.

Now I've been pierced in the gut, I've lost a lung and an arm, my eyes are blurry and the pain is driving me crazy.

But I can do it.

I can ignore all those disadvantages and fight.

We've reached that point.

Not yet. If I still shave off my maximum HP, I can use magic to get out of the situation.

When I judged that calmly and began to formulate my magic power--

Huh?　I mean, is all that stuff you just said a lie?

-Oh!

I am condemned.

The current evasion and magic construction is accused of being a different story - I'm hardened.

It is true that the magic that said last wasn't the last. I say I'm willing to die, but I'm struggling to stay alive to not die here. But the words I threw at Nosfi are not false.

Every word I said to Nosfi is true.