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That heat penetrated the ”Black Shift Overlight” - the hallucinatory ”Rustyala” in front of my gaze was crouched and apologetic. It must be the same for the soul inside the 'possessions' as well--

'As you heard, I lost to you both!　Sorry, it's ....... I'm sorry to ”Rustyala” and Kanami, but even you two are already secondary to me. Right now, I'm only thinking about the next person I love as best I can. You can think of me as a thin-skinned, cash cow, if you like.

The next person you love.

Who that is is not only told from the current situation, but also from his mouth.

'There's only one other thing I love as much as anyone else. ...... Only Arti-san, who was the guardian (guardian) of the ten layers. Kanami-san doesn't care about Arti-san at all, so I've become the best. Now I will do anything for my friend Arti.

He smiles, but also glares at me.

I thought the way he spoke was a bit similar to the one I had for 'Rustyala'.

''--That's this 'Hundred and Tenth Trial' and magic (...) [The Ashesman's Lost and Forgotten Flame (Ultimate Liar)]''

It was a trustworthy figure and voice that didn't lie.

In other words, this situation is not Maria's will, but Arti's will.

Maria's 'The Hundred and Tenth Trial' was an extension of Arti's 'The Tenth Trial'--

'Just!　Please note that I have a little bit of resentment towards the two of you for messing up my first love, too, in this fire!　Please take it all together, including the eighteenth of heartbreak, etc., etc., etc., etc.!　After all, I really, really love you, Kanami-san, 'Rustyala'!

No, it still contains a large amount of Maria's will.

Maria finishes shouting and I practically reject outright against the 'ordeal' for two people who don't seem to know what it means.

'I won't take it!　When I receive that fire, I 'forget'!　Magic, memory, and ”Rustyala”!　There's no way I'm going to accept that!　I'm sorry, but I'm putting out all the flames!　I won't let a single spark of fire reach the 'deepest' part of the labyrinth!

So, I'm going to maintain the Black Shift Overlight and clash with it.

-- The sun and dark clouds approaching closer as we finish speaking.

We stare at each other with a wall of pure white fire and a wall of purple-black clouds.

Conversation is at an end.

From now on, we will compete to see who is the true ruler of the labyrinth.

Just before we do, Maria says.

'No. I will not. I'll definitely receive it. Because it's Kanami.

Just like I know 'Rustyala' because that's the kind of guy I am.

It was like Maria knows me because that's the kind of person I am.

-- and touch each other.

The sun, trying to swallow the labyrinth, collides with my spread-out dark clouds.

Neither of us has any physical weight.

But the impact of the contact was tremendous, and the first thing that happened was a flash of magic burned across my vision.

It's a spark of 'magic poison' from the contact of two foul grade magic.

Following that, all the sounds of the labyrinth were blown away and disappeared.

Silence.

After the terrifying silence where nothing could be heard, a tremor struck.

It's not an earthquake. Everything in the labyrinth was shaken by the impact, as if stars were colliding with each other - the debris and monsters that were in the distance and that were slightly holding their shape were melting and crumbling from the scorching heat as if it were an incidental matter.

It turned into a scorching hot hell. While other superlative adjectives like inside a fusion reactor or inside the birth of the universe (the Big Bang) came to mind, I put my magic power into it.

'............!!!'

It does its best to dam up the damage to the labyrinth, spreading the dark clouds as best it can.

Yet the sun continues to try to keep falling without regard.

Evenly.

Both cancel each other out and then disappear. But soon, the sorcerer's magic restores it - and then repeats the process.

They scrape and eat each other, and the sorcerer always continues to generate magic power.

It's a push of magic, with only the aftermath continuing to expand.

It's a situation I've experienced many times before.

However, the response and weight of the best ever, the sweating doesn't stop.

This one is spreading the magic of 'pretend it never happened' from the edge, but for some reason the process is extremely painful, painful and heavy.

And for some reason, it's getting closer and closer.

The sun and the dark clouds are both in the air, and they are almost controlled.

Only Maria's body, however, was about to shift off the center of the sun and fall down.

The distance between the two surgeons is closing in on each other.

They were able to capture each other's images more clearly.

But this time Maria was looking to the side for some reason, not at the servant directly below her.

She looked next to the empty one and called out her name in a gentle voice.

'Alty-san (・・・・・・)--'

No one is there, of course.

But I'm caught, and I'm staring at the end of that gaze as well.

--I'm not going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm looking for, but I'm going to be able to get a good idea of what I'm looking for.

The figure of the old red-haired girl comes to mind, smiling bitterly and shaking her head, saying, ”That's enough.

The figure was not that of the Ten Guardian (Ten Guardian) Arti of a year ago - the Ten Guardian.

Is it the 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Fire' Arti of a thousand years ago? He is wearing a strangely dignified outfit.

It may be the same figure I had after I was swallowed up in the labyrinth a thousand years ago.

When I realized that, a certain memory from a thousand years ago is recalled.

The ”Reading Shift” was automatically activated.

That automatic magic is powerfully read thanks to someone's support - no, thanks to the ”Tales of My World (Tales Last Tiara)” that ”Rustyala” continues to maintain, powerfully and clearly.

Flipping through.

I can hear the sound of the book's pages rolling up.

”-- A thousand years ago, the great war that divided the North and the South was settled by the 'World Dedication Camp'.

Few people lived in the world after it collapsed, and no notable characters were left to be counted on one hand.

And yet, because of the failure to produce The Labyrinth, even the last of the Gentiles and the Apostles disappeared from this continent.

There is only one ”Stealer of Reason” left.

I continue to wander on the curtain-ended stage, unsure of my role.

--The only thing that continues to smolder on the continent is the ”fire reason”, as if forgotten by the story.

I survived alone, and I wonder how many decades have passed since then .......

I can't even remember that, my 'curse' .......

Before long, the 'one who steals the reason for the fire' that was left on the continent had aged a lot. But her appearance is the same as when she was a girl. And so, with the same feelings I had as a girl, I kept preparing for it.

--I'm not going to be able to get it right.

That's why I was able to completely control the fire magic.

His body skills were also honed to the limit.

He's already a respectable continent's leading great man.

However, after coming to this point, I've already 'forgotten' who I was trying to help.

I forgot my real name along with my mother, which was very important to me.

I forgot where I was now, and why I was alive.

Everyone is gone.

The burned out ashes, so sadly a word.

The ashes of a burned-out person seem to have said a few words of sadness, ”I've forgotten about my loved one a long time ago.

I've long ago forgotten about my loved ones. And on top of that, everyone's faces have been snatched away. I don't even know why I was afraid of 'forgetting' anymore. So, that flame in my heart doesn't flicker greatly. I wasn't that sad. By the next day, I had accepted that I had no choice.

But I think I was a little lonely, that's for sure.

Not being able to go with everyone else and being left out of the group by one person, just a little bit -

I felt like I had read the important 'between the lines'.

It was forgotten from the story.

That wouldn't be enough of a reminder to support ”Immortality”.

It is definitely one of the redeeming qualities of being able to get out of that brutal story forgotten.

So, compared to The Unforgotten, it's just one of the many thoughts in life.

A feeling that has wavered just a little bit over the course of a long life.

Just because of that Arti's feelings, now Maria--

'It was Kanami-san who taught me to be so kind when I was afraid of 'forgetting'. Yes, there is no more 'curse' on Maria. So even the story of 'The One Who Stole the Reason of Fire' is just the beginning.

In addition, Maria's sun heats up.

For Arti, fire magic beyond the limit is exercised.

I'm willing to forget my own memories in return.

You can continue to be exposed to the spell of 'forgetting', including your precious love interest.

I will use not only my flesh and blood, but also my life and even my soul as firewood.

Let your feelings (hono-o) burn, straight, straight, straight, straight.

Continuing the story of ”The One Who Stole the Reason of the Fire”, I forcefully spin the story, downward and downward.

It doesn't stop.

I'm convinced that even if we forget until the moment Maria is born, the flame will not stop.

The sun behind her pulls on Maria's body as she tries to keep falling ahead of her and keep going.

'Maria--'

I was oppressed by that resolve.

The scaffold's magic, Woodquake Creation (Craft), disintegrated like a biscuit and melted just like the rest of the ground.

This one's 《Black Shift Overlight》 was able to maintain. But as they are pushed, they fall together, intertwined. The sun's fall resumed.

I couldn't stop it.

As if I had stuck my finger into the soft mille-feuille, a hole melted open in the multi-layered labyrinth, and we fell.

Before I knew it, I had already crossed 50 layers.

It was as if the ground of the labyrinth didn't exist anymore, and there was no resistance.

Normally, a labyrinth takes days of preparation and hours of time to conquer, layer by layer.

But it is conquered and finished in just a few seconds of falling.

The rate of fall accelerates to match the amount of heat.

Layer 51, 52, 53 - the inexcusable labyrinth attack proceeds.

It is hot, heavy - and fast.

The sun's enlargement is the largest in the history of magic, and the acceleration does not stop.

Furthermore, 57, 58, 59 layers - and then easily surpassed the 60 layers of Nosfi's 60 layers where no one was left, followed by 67, 68, 69 layers - and then 70 layers where there are still guardians (guardians). It reaches up to.

The 70th layer is the 'Blood Stealer' agent Fafner's blood-soaked layer.

It was a layer that was very similar to the Blood Land, but before I could check it, everything melted away.

Even the boss layer, which was a special field, was now a non-existent one.

Before it could fulfill its original role, it would be annihilated without question.

And although the monsters wandering around would become powerful and vicious if they reached this deep, they were burned and melted away in the aftermath of Maria and I's magical power competition and were forgotten.

As it was, we continued to fall through the 77th layer, 78th layer, 79th layer - and then the 80th layer.

The 80th layer was a hierarchy of 'The One Who Steals the Reason of Nothingness', Seldora's black stones only.

The layers of the monstrous valley that reminded me of the 'Chie Dragon's Village' were also all melted without being able to check.

Although that black stone was exceptionally strong, there was no reason to stop it at all.

I silently accept that everything prepared by the progenitor Kanami (me) a thousand years ago is collapsing without mercy.

On the contrary, it was because it occurred to me that there was a layer of reason to stop it.

That layer is waiting for me up ahead.

If I can hold out until then, I can turn the tide.

Believing that, I went to the 90th layer.

The 90th layer is the layer painted in black by Noi, the former ”The One Who Stole the Reason of the Dimension”.

It's not wrapped in darkness. It is simply a stone layer painted over with black paint, but it is completely Noi's field.

In other words, a decisive battlefield prepared for the 'one who steals the reason for the dimension'.

Originally - and it's really only ”originally” already, but the guardians of the labyrinth (guardians) have the task of training the searchers and choosing one who will save the world.

To do so, they wait for a challenger in their own field and test them to the limit to see if they are worthy to be entrusted with the magic stone. So that decisive battlefield could assist the magic of the boss's attributes, supplement the magic power, and in some cases, arrange the layers at the will of the guardian (guardian). That function was there.

Now, for the first time, that function - it was tricky.

The pure white sun, which had been falling steadily, stopped after 90 layers were trapped.

The reason was not just that this layer was the hardest and sturdiest in the labyrinth.

It was because the dark cloud of the Black Shift Overlight I was deploying was about to show its true value in the field of the tier supplementing the dimensional attributes.

What's more, I moved away from the ten layers of Alti, and the power relationship of the auxiliary from the labyrinth was completely reversed. So--.

So, Noi!　Not yet!　It's the only place to be!

I'm a guardian, too.　I know!

I shouted my cue.

Noi and I tried not to lose, and simultaneously extended our hands to the limit, facing the sun.

Now, the power of the Black Shift Overlight had definitely increased.

However, even in this 90th layer, the ground was already melting.

Long ago, his vision had been painted over with all kinds of colors.

The back of my eyelids are pitch black, but the sun's light that pierced through the dark clouds has flickered many times, and my retinas are bright red. My vision, my sense of magic, and all sorts of other perceptions are out of whack, and I don't even know what's black or white anymore.

The sun and the dark clouds that had been colliding with each other were blending and melting together, almost turning into different events.

At last, the distance between the surgeons became zero--

-See, Arti. It's the Kanamis.

I heard Maria's voice right beside me.

I had my right hand outstretched upward.

I was holding the book at my left side.

My right hand was warm.

Someone's gentle hands were gently wrapped around me.

I felt the bottom of the 90 layers slipping out of the bottom of the 90 layers when I felt a completely different kind of heat.

Ninety-one layers, ninety-two layers, ninety-three layers - and more, falling away.

It was settled.

Finally, the 'Hundred and Tenth Trial' ends.