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I'm not going to be able to say that, but as far as I'm concerned, I can't say it.

During this hesitation, the sword looms.

Swords of blood and crystal come from both sides.

With a single piece of paper, I dodged the 'Heart of Hermina' on the right.

However, I can't dodge the 'Treasured Sword of the Aleis Family Lowen' on the left.

The left lung was pierced.

I shifted it just in time, but it was aiming for the heart again.

You can sense a clear intent to kill from the thoroughness of this aim.

I could see myself cowering, terrified by the too dense killing intent emanating from Ragné.

The guardians (guardians), the apostles and even that palinclone did not have this level of killing intent.

But it made my blood-deficient, dim thoughts, aroused by my survival instincts, come together clearly as one.

Don't think about it anymore. Too much is too much of an afterthought.

Just survive--.

Just think about surviving.

Surviving, surviving, surviving, surviving, as long as you survive, the rest of it doesn't matter--!

'Oh, I knew it. I was whispering in her ear, even if it was to replace my life, and I was thinking, ”Well, I'm going to have to (・・・・・). I have no intention of putting myself first and dying.

-Oh!

Lagune's words, which are too cold, sting as if he read those thoughts.

The moment my brain reads the meaning of the words, my entire body instantly goes cold.

His body stiffens for a moment, as if he has been exposed to cold water again.

Then, unable to avoid the enemy's returning blade, both thighs are ripped open.

Roughly, the muscle fibers are collectively cut off, and the strength is no longer available.

More voices continue. The cold words continue to sting, as if they are convinced that this is the most effective attack against 'the one who steals the reason for the dimension'.

'I'm the right and proper protagonist of a heroic tale, so you thought it would all work out (・・・・・・・・・) again in the end anyway (・・・・・・・) or something, right?'

Behind him is the Sword of 'Magical Materialization', making it impossible to retreat.

The blade spins around Ragne like an orbiting satellite. A large number of transparent swords are dancing around the large hall with a completely lean movement. Like a school of silvery white fishes migrating through the deep sea.

I've been pierced through my lungs, slashed through my legs, and surrounded by swords - so it's not that I can't move.

The most deadly wound is the words.

I thought I could change.

I thought I had defeated the ”enemy”.

I thought I could finally help.

They say that's not true. That it couldn't be, that it was too easy on me, and I would be blamed - that was more painful than being cut.

The unrelenting Ragne's sword and words assaulted his body, which continued to stiffen with pain.

''That's the thinking of a genius who has done everything the way he wanted it to be done. After all, that's what it means to know the future, isn't it?　She complains that the world is a tough, tough place, but in the end she's promised a happy ending. What's the point of being a 'daughter'? It's as if she doesn't have a heart.

The words clearly show how kind the mirror that I was looking in earlier, Nosfi, was.

Nosfi was trying desperately to reflect only the good things about me. But Lagune is different. It reflects only the truth. I'm a coward and an a**h*le with every fiber of my being.

So I'm dying. Self-loathing overrides my wariness.

'Really, it's the ruined 'magic' of Kanami's brother's life itself. ...... I don't like that about Kanami's brother. It's really amazingly disgusting. So--

The part I hate. The ugly part. The ugly part.

I was shown the part of me that I don't want to see, and at last

Kanami's brother, for God's sake, if you're going to trade your life for that, trade it in.

You can't avoid that one word and that sword.

'If you're going to die, you're going to die (・・・・・・). You human scum (・・・・・・・・).

I stiffen.

And then the red tip of ”Helmina's Heart” in her left hand breaks through my jacket, piercing the skin of my left breast, breaking through the muscles and blood vessels, sewing up my ribs and passing - through the soft heart beating behind it.

The Heart of Helmina pierced my heart, stopping it from beating in its own hand.

The heart of life was stopped.

I see it with my own two eyes.

It's like a tombstone on my chest, I thought fluently, perhaps because of the shape of Helmina's Heart. And then, as if it were someone else's business, I 'gaze' at it and look at the status of the man who is about to die now.

[Status]

Name: Aikawa Uzumi HP0/543 MP0/1514 Class: Searcher

As the body collapses, the vision collapses as well.

The status 'display' reflected on the ceiling of the forty-fifth floor.

I saw the number next to its HP.

--0 HP.

A number I would have seen many times in my original world.

But in this world, it's a number you shouldn't look at casually.

It's next to the name 'Aikawa Uzumi'.

It was next to my name.