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And with his thick arms outstretched, he was about to grab me. I respond to his advice with my signature body-enhancing magic.

I know. It's a good idea to use it now. --”I know, so I'm going to use it now.

The magic that was activated by the same procedure as before permeates my entire body.

A layer of 《Growth Extended》, which draws out a power that exceeds the limits of even just the limit, is piled on top of each other--next to the nasal cavity is the trachea at the back of the throat, which is flooded with blood. I use Cure Fool without chanting to heal the damage to my trachea and gulp down all the blood that has flooded my mouth. I grit my teeth and clench my free hand.

Then, with the best physical enhancement of his life, he slammed his all-out fist into the palm of Seldra's hand.

At the same time as the contact, the Hoozeyards Castle shook loudly.

A ripple of vibrations propagates through the air and cracks in the floor at his feet.

Both of Serdra's eyes widened in astonishment.

He was probably confident in his physical strength, a characteristic of a dragonborn (Dragon Newt). However, I was the one who competed with him in a push-off between his bare hands.

Seldora's huge body was launched, leaving just enough distance for him to use his magic.

I won't let that opportunity pass me by.

''Flame Arrow, Water Arrow, Wind Arrow, Earth Arrow, Wood Arrow, Light Arrow, Dark Arrow--''

Instead of layering the same magic on top of each other, they stirred up another magic altogether.

''--?　That's not resonant magic. This is already ......!

Serdra noticed the preparation of the great magic and began building magic while the other side landed as well.

''That's right. This isn't resonance magic anymore.''

Talk about unsuitable magic for your size!　”Born of the blood of greed and the seed of greed is destroyed.

As proof that he doesn't see me as a lowly person anymore, Serdra further adds to his magic power with 'chanting'.

After all, he is a sincere and honest man.

There are no lies or mistakes in his words. If I continue to fight like this, there is no doubt that my vessel will be broken, my body will decay and I will become nothing but a soul.

After all, both the Revan and the Line were prepared for Rustiala Fouzouyaz who will die from the 'curse'. There is no way they are lukewarm substitutes for the safety of that body.

The correctness of that Seldora's advice is still being confirmed by the eyes of the Pseudo-God.

【Status】

HP713/713 MP170981/562

[Status]

HP689/689 MP358721/562

[Status]

HP653/653 MP729812/562

At this point, the magic power that is increasing is more terrifying than the lives that can be cut down.

Perhaps, but this number will not stop until the population of the 'world' is multiplied by a thousand years.

''Devour until you starve!''　--Dragoon Ardar!

The star spell, the magic arrow.

Serdra generated a mass of 'dragon wind' that was even more than when he dealt with Snow.

The wind packed into that small sphere was instantly recognizable as a storm so large that it could cover not just a city, but a country.

In response to his full-bodied blow, I released a spell called 'Magic Arrow' without any twists or turns.

The shape is an arrow, just as the word suggests. The size is not so different from a real arrow, too. However, the arrow was filled with as much as Serdra's 《Dragoon Ardor》.

The magic power of the basic attributes of not only wind, but also fire, water, earth, and wood were intertwined and condensed within the 《Magic Arrow》. And they were not in conflict, but in harmony. Hence, its colors would not be as dark as Lagne-chan's, sucking in the light.

It shone like a star in the night sky.

Drawing a trajectory like a meteor, it made contact with the 《Dragoon Ardar》.

Then, just like when he met his palms and fists earlier, they were antagonized again for a moment.

''Oh, heavy ......?''

I mix things up. ......!

As magicians, we can understand the response.

The 《Magic Arrow》 had an unusual weight on it. It wasn't because I failed to handle the star-attribute magic, but because I succeeded in controlling it. I controlled the star magic perfectly and forcefully pushed back Seldra's ”Dragoon Ardor” - and won the competition.

The small magical arrows completely drowned out the huge wind sphere.

On the contrary, it sucked in all of the unattributed magic power that was supposed to dissipate, gaining even more power and heading towards Serdra.

Seldora, who was focused on the 《Dragoon Arder》, couldn't avoid it.

The magic arrow touched his hard skin - it didn't pierce, but the impact blew his body far away. If possible, I want to make Seldra unable to fight as it is, and I try to take a step in pursuit, but it is blocked by the magic of his companions.

''--[Blood Arrow]!

As I tried to advance, a rain of arrows constructed of blood fell on me.

It was like improvised magic, but it was never something I could ignore and pass by. I took a second step, while Fafner joined Seldra.

'Ce, Seldra!　Are you okay!

'It's okay. ...... Just need to change my thinking a bit.

As Seldra staggered, Fafner tried to lend a shoulder to her.

Surprisingly, the two men were as concerned for each other as best friends were for each other. And only when talking to Seldra does Fafner's language become polite, and he's more like a different person than ...... returning to his senses.

I lightly follow the red 'thread' and read their relationship with the skill 'reading'.

There was an unexpected meeting and battle between the two of them. But before I could get through the story, a thick killing spirit pierced me.

Serdra put her hand in the empty space, like Kanami's 'possessions'.

Not only is her body strong, but she also seems to use magic dexterously in a variety of ways. And from his 'possessions' he took out a large halberd.

Even if I just lightly read Seldora's life now, I could see that he didn't have many scenes where he relied on his weapons. It was also very rare to see his expression showing his canine teeth in a fighting spirit, as it is now.

In other words, The One Who Stole the Truth of Nothingness was now serious.

The one that steals the truth of blood is also serious, and you can tell from his or her expression that he or she is trying to get serious with me.

''Huh, hmph. ......

I was so happy that I couldn't help but smile.

Not long ago, I was not the opponent of 'The One Who Steals the Reason', but I'm making them take me seriously against these two. I felt a little sense of accomplishment and freedom in that fact.

'I feel like I can do anything now: ......

Of course, the magic and technology that makes the two of them get serious is all borrowed.

Even I, the person who fits them, is a 'fiction', and this battle itself - to be honest, it can be called a farce.

Knowing this, I grab the Heavenly Sword Noah and run out as fast as I can.

The first thing I do is to align my blade with the waiting Seldora halberd.

The Fafner next to me was trying to generate a blood puppet to create an advantage in numbers. In the back, I can also see Hitaki generating a new blade of ice. Not wanting to let that happen, I left Seldora behind and jumped in close to the two who were trying to take charge of the rear guard. Though I'm naturally surrounded by the three of them, I continue to fight strong.

-- and I had a smile on my face the entire time of the fight.

This fight is a farce, after all.

This fight is a farce, and we're all working from a book script.

I know.

-- but that doesn't mean I think there's no freedom at all.

Due to the nature of Revan and the Rhine, I am now fighting for the world on my back.

Furthermore, the three opponents I'm fighting are three 'reason-stealers' who can shake the world by themselves.

This situation is the very heroic tale that I longed for as a child - although it was only a few years ago for the four year old me - anyway, it is the very heroic tale that I longed for as a child.

''Hmm, hmm, haha--''

Even though we were in the middle of a battle, memories of that cathedral come to mind.

That classroom under the blue sky.

Those days when the ridiculously enthusiastic Mr. Hein-san would read out an adventure play, and occasionally Sera and Ragne would come to visit and enjoy various books with me.

The most memorable of them all is still Tiara-sama's lore.

The battles of a thousand years ago are all things that I can only think of as a joke, like a fairy tale - but that's why I remember reading them desperately, with my heart racing as a child.

-- in a cage full of claustrophobia, I was truly free only while reading those stories.

For example, the lore of defeating a large tree-fork that could reach the heavens with a single fingertip.

That's exactly the same battle I'm currently engaged in.

Fafner, the one who steals the reason for blood, created a specially made giant doll because he thought that ordinary blood dolls would be crushed quickly. Towards this blood doll that has swollen to the limit of the first floor of the Foozeyers, I point my fingertips at the blood doll, and extend the Demon Sword of 'Magic Materialization' and swing it down with great force.

While the blood puppet bursts, the 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Nothingness' Serdra builds the 《Dragoon Arder》 with even more magic power. At this point, it's already powerful enough to be called continent-shattering magic. In response to that, I'm going to attack with the continent-shattering ”Magic Arrow” as well.

The clash of joking magic and magical power caused my vision to shake like an earthquake.

The scene was exactly the same as Tiara-sama's lore.

And in the midst of that free battle, my eyes met with hers.

Firefly!

Iced flamberge

But my sword couldn't reach it.

Before I could swing it away, several ice blades were caught in between, preventing me from doing so.

The only thing that could reach it was my gaze.

Hitaki-chan had a terribly boring look on her face.

That expression would prove that Hitaki is the only one who isn't serious right now. Compared to the other two, she still has plenty of time to spare.

I knew it, but even though I've come this far, I'm still not enough.

So now I'm going to lose.

And I'm going to die.

That's what was decided a thousand years ago.

My only task is to leave a record of this battle in my soul.

But that didn't matter anymore. The procedure, the rules, everything is out of my mind. What is important now is my story of surviving in this 'world'. Every moment of it is simply--.

Are you having fun?　Rastiara, this stuff?

'Fun (...). I feel so good right now. ......

When our eyes met, Hitaki read my mind again.

I smile and nod back as best I can.

Instantly, Hitaki's face distorts and becomes grim.

Even if the fight itself wasn't painful, she seemed to have a hard time looking at me.

''Fufu, hahaha--!

I continue to laugh and try to tell her that I'm not lying.

'Ha, ha!　Hah, hah, hah--!

But I'm out of breath from forcing myself to laugh.

The smell of iron seeps from the back of my throat and the landscape spins dizzyingly.

I am now facing 'death' along the lines of the written word from a thousand years ago. But--

'Finally, finally, finally ......!　Finally (...)!

As I fought, the memories came back to me.

The books in the cathedral where I was trapped as a child - not just the books in the cathedral where I was trapped as a child.

Even in the tower where I was locked up as a child, 'I' had read a lot of books.

I loved books.

I longed for the ”world” of books.

I had always dreamed of it.

And what came before me was ”The Gentiles”.

-- Before I died, I was finally (...) able to get inside the book.

-- ”-- ”Flame”, ”Ice”, ”Wind”, ”Earth”, ”Wood”, ”Light”, ”Dark”, ”Water” --

My life became the 'compensation' for this, and the magic power of the stars that I reached for the first time today rapidly became familiar with my body. The magical power of various attributes such as fire, water, wind, wind, earth, wood, light and darkness became one, and this was the magical power of Rustyala Foodsayers.

It was colored like a white rainbow circle that framed the sun.

That magic power is clothed in the Heavenly Sword Noah.

At that time, the fingertips of the hand that supports the book are opposite to the hand that rolls up the book. The fingertips of the supporting hand felt the bundle of pages as thin.

The skill 'Reading' tells me.

There are only a few pages left.

The end is near.

But I believe and read on.