463 459. The 110th Trial "Love".txt (2/2)

A distant cliff - or, in other words, multiple wriggling black spots could be seen from the cut surface of the labyrinth.

Monsters with the ability to fly had been destroyed in their habitat areas, and they were angry and on the move.

Maria seemed to have bought into the resentment of the various other monsters as well.

Monsters from every layer, inspired by the heat, tried to rush into the white sun.

However, the Midgalls Blaze, which was still being maintained, was waiting at Maria's side.

It leapt like the sun's red flames (prominence) and devoured the approaching monsters with its huge jaws (agito).

Then, using the monsters as fuel, the flaming snake grew fat.

It ate and grew. It also split apart. It became an eight-necked snake, devouring the monsters coming from all sides.

This is hunting. No, it's a meal.

Anyway, the monsters in the labyrinth are being hunted efficiently.

By the time I understood that this was the process of retrieving Maria's 'Demon Poison', the magic sun had grown one size larger and the speed at which it was falling had increased.

There are still monsters left.

The monsters that were resistant to the fire attribute especially survived and were about to attack the sorcerer beyond the 'Midgalls Blaze'.

From the right, a floating fire elemental-type boss monster.

From the left, a headless black knight (Dullahan) pulling the reins of a black carriage.

[Monster] Flame Squall: Rank 26.

[Monster] Deep Dullahan: Rank 45

I watched with a glimmer of hope that these monsters would.

The Flame.

Two of the eight-necked serpent's heads changed shape and became the arms of men.

A sight like the arms of giants that grew out of the sun.

The arms moved at Maria's will and grabbed the monster that was resistant to the fire attribute.

It was wrapped up in a hand of fire, but due to its resistance to the fire attribute, it didn't seem to be able to burn it.

However, without hesitation, the arm moves towards us in a relaxed manner - throwing it at us.

''----!

The motion of the throw was leisurely, as it was far up in the air.

However, it wasn't as fast as it looked.

The two boss monsters that were thrown away by the overwhelmingly high ranking beings were coming towards my body with terrifying accuracy.

The ranks of the boss monsters aren't very high. However, their mass is large enough to easily envelop me, and they are covered in Maria's special flames and have speed.

A proper collision would result in the scattering of four if it were a normal person. Even for me, the damage could be done.

”--Lowen!

I added 'magical materialization' to the sword to increase its length and cut both of them off before they reached me.

However, continuously, additional boss monsters are thrown at us.

Just about a good sturdy ball, Maria must have thought.

One after another, they shoot at me below.

Meanwhile, the bloat of the sun continues to grow.

After finishing devouring the flying-type monsters that were coming towards me, greedily, the 《Midgals Blaze》 and the others headed to the cut surface of the labyrinth and invaded inside. Then, as if devouring the nest of their prey, they burned every inch of the monsters in each layer, collecting and absorbing the 'Demonic Poison' with the 《Dimension》.

The sun increases not only in size, but also in heat, due to the extensive magic rampage.

And my foothold, which should be far away, melts again as the ground melts like chocolate, and my body is thrown into the air.

I fall with the sludgy lava, and just when I think I've got my feet on the layer below, the foothold quickly softens again.

-- melting and melting and melting, and I go down and down and down.

All the time the sun has been falling, bloated and falling.

But this will never reach me, no matter how long it takes.

The closer I get to it, the less foothold I can maintain and the further away I go.

The flames just keep getting bigger and bigger.

Halfway down, I put my foot on an empty level and the bottom fell out.

Perhaps that's the 40th layer of the 'One Who Steals the Reason of the Tree' id.

It's only a matter of time before we reach the 50th level of the ”Thing That Steals the Reason of the Wind” titty.

A cold sweat grows.

My body can withstand the endless heating.

I'm not going to be the only one who has that level and magical power.

--But the labyrinth is not holding.

The pace is too fast.

We started at layer 10 and are already at layer 50.

It's not good to keep heading vertically like this.

If we take Maria's sun to the 'deepest part', everything will be ruined.

The 'plan' for everything, including the 'labyrinth' and 'the one that steals the reason' that we started a thousand years ago, will burn, 'forget' and be over.

Without a doubt, the endpoint of this falling sun is looking at the 'deepest part' at the end of the labyrinth. It's aiming to burn me all up. Maria says, ”If it weren't for that, wouldn't the whole story be over? I thought I could hear the casual suggestion that I was going to be able to do this.

I stared again at the sun in the sky, wondering how that could be possible.

-- A sun that is red like an eye.

The skill 'penetrating eyes' seemed to be firmly on board.

The idea of not wanting to injure me or 'forget' me is seen through.

I felt strength in my hand holding the book, not the hand holding the sword.

I'm too jittery to think about ”The Plan (After)”.

This is no longer the time to think about 'forgetting' or 'planning' or 'magic' or anything else.

Be prepared.

Have courage.

Just look ahead.

Face the sun.

Go beyond the penetrating eye.

And before you reach the Deep End...

Did you see that, Kanami? Really, I can afford it.

A small flame nearby blurted out.

I respond to Maria's happy and gentle tone of voice, staring at the sun above me with a bit of frustration.

'I'm watching ....... I'm watching all the time, and I can't afford it.

Maria says the same thing as Seldora in The Eighty-Third Tribulation a month ago.

But I'll always be facing everyone, she retorted.

'Isn't it?　I've been watching it all along, maybe ......, phew.

He speaks in a light tone.

We laugh, as if everything up to this point is not a fight, but just a little flirtation.

Even if our current position was the sun and the abyss, it was still Maria as usual.

'Kanami-san. This 'Trial of the One Hundred and Tenth' is not a foolish wish to burn your limbs and make you mine. Things are different than they were a year ago, you know. It's ......, so I'm just going to say a few words. The ”Deepest”, the ”Plan”, Mr. ”Rustyala” and the ”World” are irrelevant just now. If you really can see, hear and understand, then please invite him to join us this time. Just like that, the 'ordeal' will be over.

I don't want you to stop the 'plan', I want you to invite me ......?

What, this time: ......?

I knew I couldn't possibly get that one word wrong.

So, I thought to myself, ”It's not just 'parallel thinking,' 'divisional thinking' and 'convergent thinking. I thought to myself, ”Let's not just use 'Parallel Thinking', 'Divided Thinking', and 'Convergent Thinking'. At worst, I made full use of Yotaki's Retrograde Thinking and tried to get the ”answer” on the last page.

However, in response to my action of thinking, Maria said--

”-- 'One does not live (・・・・・) in the body (・・・・・・・・)' --

”Chanting.

'............?!'

There's too much hesitation.

If I couldn't answer immediately, she must have decided to compose a poem.

Perhaps I had no idea that I had given it a thought, and I was trying to make up an 'answer' in a foul way - and Maria had decided beforehand that I was going to make up an 'answer'.

Correct. Maria always sees the truth with her 'penetrating eyes'.

And it's always a good thing to see that she only goes forward with the flame on the path that she believes in - whenever she sees it.

It's frustrating.

I'm jealous.

I'm too good-looking compared to my indecisive, overthinking, timid self.

This is why I only see Maria, even in ”Las Tiaras”.

-- ”-- 'Living on the flame (・・・・・・) that's lit in my heart (・・・・)' --

I had heard of that 'chanting' as well as all the magic I had seen so far.

A year ago, I heard it with Maria.

But it has never yet been used as a 'chant' to assist magic.

-- it was Maria who prepared first.

On the contrary, the sun that I looked up at, along with the feeling that I was being scolded by Maria, who is so much younger, for being slow to prepare, the sun that I looked up at was changing color.

The temperature of the red sun rises explosively and turns blue.

It's not just all blue.

With the 'chanting', a blue-blue, blue-blue, diverse blue mixes and burns.

It wouldn't be a discoloration caused by temperature.

It's a magical discoloration because it's absorbing the Demon Poison.

Only, I didn't think even that was accurate.

The color of a thought.

Above all, the color of Maria's life that she has walked through to this point.

Gradually, the colors are clearer and clearer, from blue to white.

The white sun was brilliant, composing a poem.

”'I have been forgotten by the world'...

It's coming.

From now on, the real (...) ”magic (...)” of Arti, the ”one who steals the reason for the fire”, will be released.

No, no.

This is Maria and Arti.

The real (・・・・) 'magic (...)' of 'Maria (...)'

-- This 'Trial of the One Hundred and Tenth' won't end if you don't take it on.

I've always had a hunch since I confronted him at the tenth layer.

I have always been hit with the other person's life in the 'trial'. If we don't accept the real 'magic', can we say that we have truly inherited the thoughts?

”-- 'I've been lighting fires and spouting lies,' and 'I love someone.

No longer was the sun so bloated that it was just a blank ceiling.

A wall of unblemished, pure white flames loomed up, bit by bit.

Falling down, burning and chipping away at the entire labyrinth.

However, my foothold, which is the object of my magic, is also melting, slipping away and falling.

That's why it's hard to close the distance between us.

I'm not going to be able to get away from the target of the flames because the flames are too strong, and the closer I get, the further away I get.

Chasing after that me, the heat increases infinitely.

Burning everything and making it 'forget', burning even myself into 'oblivion'.

I move away and away.

Someday I will become the sun in the sky that no one knows the name of.

The name of such magic echoes.

”...magic, ”Ultimate Liar, the Lost Flame of the Ashburner.

The bottom of the labyrinth was slipping away, and finally, beyond 50 layers of titties, he could see a wind elemental monster flying right next to him. However, bathed in light from the white flame wall, heated up, the monster burned - but instead of burning - it became a particle of light and disappeared.

Then they became magical stones and fell down with me.

A lot of monsters disappeared and a lot of magical stones rained down.

It's like the magical snow (Tear Ray) of the ”End of Tan Festival” on earth, just like a different thing.

The purity and beauty of the magical stones caught my attention.

However, it wasn't just a matter of breaking the construction of the magic formula that made the monsters in the labyrinth converge (drop) and turning them into magical stones.

It was leaner than Tiara and my 《Distance Mute》, cutting away the excess and making it only a magic stone (Tamashii).

The reason why it never melts down to the soul is because its 'Demon Stoneification' has 'Oblivion' as its main axis.

This flame uses everything but the soul as firewood.

Therefore, if you are trapped in that sun, you will forever be in oblivion.

We won't remember anything anymore.

It will no longer be a new memory.

In the end, you will be left with only yourself as you are, not ashes.

Only the pure and innocent soul.

--the fire of purification.

This is the real (...) 'magic (...)' of 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Fire'.

I had a feeling it wasn't an attacking magic.

Because if this flame is just a little bit of light and heat, it can surely be called a recovery magic.

If it's only a bonfire, it will only warm my body and mind together and fade the bad memories.

Cheering you on to get through a difficult life is the essence of 'forgetting' - even if it is the essence of 'forgetting'.

It's no longer a pure white wall of fire that fills the sky above us.

Even if it is originally gentle, it has become too strong and has become a sun that can only be moved away.

--The ash-covered lost flame of Ultimate Liar is falling towards me.

Falling down, falling down, going down, this is the 'answer'.

Little by little, we are taught that this is an emotion (hono-o) of many years.