Chiyu Mahou no Machigatta Tsukaikata ~Senjou wo Kakeru Kaifuku Youin~

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Father said that the living are our men.

My mother said dead humans are our toys.

I was born from the great vampire father and the mother of the Necromancer. My father and mother were very pleased with me for inheriting only the strengths of both races.

The way that vampire is, the way that Necromancer is.

He taught me a lot about my instincts as a demon, being in absolute hostility with humans, etc.

My parents were so sweet. There was no loneliness in the lives of the three now distant memories, and I was happy.

But such parents were killed by humans.

It was when I turned 10 by the count.

The two men, considered harmful by man, have become magic vegetables and have not returned to the earth.

It was natural for me now. My father and mother did too much. He deviated from the boundaries of the food chain and took too many human lives in play.

All that was left of me at a young age was a collection of books held by my mother and one small village ruled by my father and a large building where we lived.

I didn't know what to do.

Vengeance? The person who killed the two had already been out of breath in the form of a consultation, and I could only weep for days without finding any point in doing that.

But the hall, where no one was left, was too big, and I was supposed to be a vampire, the demon of the night, and I feared the darkness alone.

So I couldn't help it.

I missed you.

Because a hunger-like romance impulsively struck me.

I couldn't stand loneliness. I dived in as the daughter of a village my father ruled.

The first thing I thought about was what a weak organism humans are. Kids cry as much as they get hurt, and even big adults can easily suffer major injuries if attacked by demons.

Though strange, I felt no loneliness in strange cohabitation with humans.

At first, as the eldest sister of a family,

The second time, as a girl living alone,

The third time, as the sister of a girl who lost her parents,

The fourth time, as a guardian over the village,

The fifth time, as the daughter of another family,

The sixth time, as a replacement for her unidentified,

The seventh time, as her daughter, who lost her daughter and her husband,

It blended in with memories, and for 300 years, it had been a long time.

In the meantime, I was able to master three sorceries, and I almost ran out of books in my collection. But I was tired of the narrow world that just came and went between this house and the village.

I started two hundred years ago, and I also felt the limit to listening to people's memories.

Nothing, no irritation. Few people have the pleasure of telling me stories that make everyone go about their normal lives and make my mind jump.

So I won't miss the next prey.

A princess of time chants, with healing wizards from different worlds and the most rare predictive magic in the world.

I'll definitely catch you using any hand.

Yes, I thought...

"- Kaho, oh, I end up like my father and mother, too..."

My body is worn out and I can't move. I can barely wake my body, but I can only move my right arm. By then the power of Evil Dragon had been tremendous and I had suffered so much injury from just a little grip.

Usat often lived under scattered attack by such monsters. Even though he was crushed and crushed just like this, when I consider that he fought a fierce battle outside when he was attacked more than me, I am reminded that he is not like a normal human being after all.

"Usat defeated Evil Dragon..."

Earlier, the disastrous signs I felt from the outside disappeared.

Deposit your body by a cracked wall to appease the fact that the evil dragon has been defeated.

It would be a good place for you to think that by getting your trump card knocked down, but I really had to think so. Because the fool who has resurrected the evil dragon is himself, and it is also himself who is being hunted down by that evil dragon into the present situation.

Perhaps they will come here.

To crusade a harmful demon named me.

"Heh, heh..."

Interpretation, I was just like my father and mother who killed me after using humans as a plaything tool.

Manipulate the living and dead villagers to catch and detain those who come to visit them, and if they get tired of it, erase their memories and let them escape. I didn't think I was doing anything that resentful... but to varying degrees, what I was doing was no different from my parents.

"Maybe you don't need me anymore"

Instead, I felt like disappearing already.

The evil dragon that brought him back on track eventually defeated the evil dragon by Usat and the others. There was no miscalculation in the expansion until the Evil Dragon was brought back to life. If there was, I didn't understand that Evil Dragon was more of a monster in destruction and death than I thought.

I was insulting you.

A corpse without a soul says it's a strip that's been abandoned for hundreds of years. I have an excuse. Although it's a story, I've never seen or heard of a body with a soul before. A soul is one that dwells in a living flesh in the first place. If you say so, the vessel called flesh moves through the element of raw, and it is the soul that fits in that vessel.

"... by some act... bound the soul of the evil dragon to the world..."

It would be natural to think so.

Normally I can't tie my soul to the world. But there are people who could have done that. A bakery that even the Demon King sealed with his mighty power, the hero of one of the legends passed down to this continent.

If his actions were noted in the notebook without exaggeration or anything, the containment of the soul might have been easy for him as well.

There is no longer any chance of confirming it.

"Anyway, it's none of my business. Not now..."

Now it wouldn't make sense to think about a human being who died hundreds of years ago.

Looking only at the results, my village was about to be destroyed because of my shallow self... that's all.

"I don't need it."

In that words, I recall the distant memory of one person left in this hall as soon as possible.

They killed my parents I could count on, and I was scared and crying in solitude.

I don't know what happens to a village where a girl named Nair disappears - I think about that, and a ridiculous, self-derisive grin creeps me out as soon as possible.

What's left of the existence that wasn't there?

You just whined to yourself, that you don't need yourself anymore. I don't use that village anymore, and I don't have to bother spreading zombies.

Because I'm going to end up here anyway.

……!

Footsteps up the stairs.

I swallow the sawdust and saliva from the sound of it echoing from below, but I can't help but escape because I can barely move satisfactorily with this body.

I meditated slowly on my eyes as if I embraced my destiny.

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Climb the dark western stairs.

Behind me walking with predictions, Mr. Alc and Usato are following me. Burlin is waiting for me outside for a while.

"Mr. Alk, I knew you'd better stay with Burlin..."

Usato tells Mr. Ark that.

I was a little concerned, and turned around, and I saw Mr. Alk grinning bitterly as he ascended the stairs supporting the sword contained in the sheath that had fallen inside the museum earlier.

"No, the magic is running out. Yes, but there is no obstacle to moving your body. Lord Usato has been fighting for a long time, hasn't he? The body..."

"I... I'm still fine. There's still a little bit of magic left."

Still fine, I frown slightly at the words.

Mr. Ark, who was being manipulated, fought a series of battles against a powerful enemy named Evil Dragon. Besides, we've had a nasty attack called poison leading up to Evil Dragon, so Usat is more mentally and physically depleted than I think.

"And I have to put Keri on myself. Meet her at the beginning of this mess."

Before entering the hall, he told Usat, who was exercising first aid healing magic on everyone, about the exchange when Nair was caught by the Evil Dragon.

He was listening to me silently, but I don't know what you're thinking.... That's what you'll find out as soon as you ascend this staircase.

There is Nair who was hit by the evil dragon ahead.

And -,

"... definitely"

The sight I saw in the prediction is approaching.

The scratched walls, the shattered chandeliers, the blown out windows - Nair is the guy who fell and lay on his back leaning against the wall in the shadow of Usat.

I guess Usat knows too.

He's missing somewhere, but he's not stupid. In the forecasting situation I have told him, I realize that the situation that I would now visit is converging.

On top of that, he's trying to get to Nair.

"Ahead."

Look behind the stairs and squeal like that Usat.

I too, once now, pull myself together and ascend the stairs, reaching where Nair would be, in front of the living room on the third floor. Step into the room where Usat kicked over as he entered.

Then there's...

"Coming, baby."

Led to the cracked wall, the worn Nair laughed thinly and looked to us.

"... Looks like you've been hit a long time"

"I'll return the words exactly as they were."

He sighs like a shudder and moves to the front of Nair.

I approached her too inadvertently. I swallow my breath when I see Nair laughing sarcastically, even as I try to hang the voice of restraint unintentionally on him.

Evil Dragon hit me. Because she was in no condition to say she was seriously injured. Sometimes she may not be a demon with excellent endurance, but her forehead was wet in bright red blood, her left hand and both legs were painfully detached and unable to move satisfactorily, no matter what.

"Ha-ha-ha, you got me really scattered"

Usato on the other hand was also quite empty.

The group clothes he was wearing were all over the coal, he could see blood marks on his forehead and cheeks, and the wound would be healing magically and completely healing, but its complexion was never good.

"... you don't look too angry"

"Are you mad at me?"

Hahaha, the atmosphere of Usat, who was laughing like teasing him, instantly turns into something sword-soaked.

I can't see his face from us, but Nair in front of me gave him a ghoulish look, slightly zeroing tears from his eyes, and began to gush his body, unable to move due to his injuries.

"I almost ruined a dangerous and important journey because of you, and I tried to make Mr. Ark, who was manipulated, do irrevocably, and most importantly -"

So once separated, Usat, armed, tells her to tremble.

"I cannot forgive you enough for bringing that evil dragon back to life and risking the lives of so many people."

What would have happened if Usat hadn't been able to defeat that evil dragon?

Best of all, I suggested to him to run away with me, but when that happened, a lot of people might have been killed by evil dragons.

I guess he can't forgive Nair for bringing back such evil dragons in a cheap way.

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"You didn't think it would happen, did you? But something happened that couldn't be done with those words."

Mouthwatering Nair.

Usat sighs at her like that again.

"... how did you shelter the village from the evil dragon? Weren't those people living in that village just puppets?"

"... yes"

"Then why didn't you use it? How could I have been easily captured if I had shielded the lives of the villagers? You must be asking about me from Mr. Alc. I'm part of an organization that helps people like Lifeguards, so if they take people from a village that's just being manipulated, they can't help me."

Sure it is.

All I could think about was manipulating evil dragons, but if Nair takes the lives of the villagers hostage, I'll have to obey as many ussats as I want. Even his healing punch doesn't mean he can help a lot of people at once.

"They don't need it. Yes, I just made a decision... and it turned out to be a mistake..."

"Phew."

Usato with a surprising gavel.

It doesn't matter. Nair has a self-derisive grin and spins the words.

"This shouldn't have happened... if he could have manipulated it properly, it would have all worked out..."

"Ha, you don't have that. Either way, we're not the ones who get hit by zombies that only work as ordered. I'm shooting you down before you give the order."

"You really are a monster..."

Don't change your mind.

"... what did you just say?!? What do you want me to say?"

Absurd his voice as Nair disturbs his unintelligible words.

Usat says it off without moving at all to her sword screen like that.

"You regret it. In this situation."

"Ha!!... right. But I did everything I could for what I wanted. Even if I regret the act, I can't even think about it."

"You're not. That's not what I'm talking about. [M] You regret reviving Evil Dragon, but that's not from not being able to catch me."

I glance at her, swallowing her breath as if I were certain.

"What you regret is putting the villagers at risk."

"... why should I care about them?"

"If you're just a tool, you don't desperately try to convince Evil Dragon. I know it's because I fought, but is he scared to death? How important is it to worry about the village with him in front of you?"

"I want to...? No, that's my..."

Nair visibly upset by Usat's words.

"I don't mind," whimpered Usat, sighing at the way it was going.

I wonder what doesn't make me feel better, and I breathed lightly when I was worried behind me, opening my mouth toward Nair, who was upset.

"You must have figured it out right away. What will the evil dragon be after first when he is released? That village, where people are gathered, is trampled down by evil dragons, chewed down, invaded by poison, corrupted and ravaged enough not to retain the prototype. If you inhale the poison he unleashes, your body will be destroyed from the inside, your throat will be sore, your lungs will melt, and at the end of the day, you will not be able to breathe, but you will suffer and breathe out. His swinging arms and tails are strong enough to put a big crack in the ground, and if he eats that blow, even the big adults will be crushed. And the most troublesome thing is his cunning and brutal character. For him, all the creatures in front of him are the object of all destruction and slaughter, old men, women and children..."

"Stop...... Huh!!"

Did you imagine the sight he said?

Nair, who changed her expression into something sad, blocks Usat's words as she roars like a child. Wasn't he feeling good either, rambling his hair to regret it.

But it turns out Nair didn't consciously try to make the villagers fight. Minus that, I can't do what she never tried to do to us, but now that I see her frightened in front of me, I feel somewhat, but I feel sorry for her.

But -,

"You're an idiot."

"You're an idiot."

In one word I fell into the illusion of being hit in the head with a gatun.

Because the predictions I saw three days ago overlapped with the words he now uttered. If you look around you, you can see the full moon from a hole pocketed in a hall full of rubble with Mr. Alc supporting his sword nearby.

"If you regret it, why didn't you realize it sooner? What you wanted was already in that hand. [M] But I tried to let it go, no matter what. It has nothing to do with your will."

Approximately me in agony, he spins words as predicted again.

Calling his name, trying to stop him - but before him, he waits with his hands without turning this way.

Usat knows that what happened in prediction is going to be real... but why bother imitating it like jumping in from himself...

If you are confused but unable to move, Usat approaches Nair's sight.

"Nothing. I don't think I'm gonna kill you."

"... eh?"

"What's with that unexpected face?"

Outside of his heart, he crouched his shoulders, gazing at Nair with care.

"Please defeat the Necromancer because you set it up. At that point, the request also ceased to make sense. But don't ever do anything to grab someone like this again, if you can swear it, you can live as Nair, the daughter of that village."

Sometimes I check it out, right? And Nair circled his eyes at him telling him like he was bluffing.

Maybe the future of Usat getting stabbed has changed?

It wasn't a prediction that the future would change, that we didn't have a choice, but there are exceptions to everything. Maybe this is what it is.

"F, F, F... as the daughter of the village, I..."

Leaning down she squeaks a bump and something.

However, during the period of relief, the leaning visible from Usat's back and the mouth hidden in his forehead distorted as badly as the third moon.

"Usato!!"

On Nair's right hand, he sees a pointy thing like a blade, and it swings.

At the same time Usat's left hand moves at a speed that can't even be stopped by his eyes. The future has changed - what I saw panicked by what happened the moment I had the unlikely speculation was a drop of pottery and falling blood at his feet.

I rush up to the position where I can see the two of you with Mr. Alk.

But what popped into my eyes was something different than the sight I expected.

"You... what did you try to do now...?"

"Huff? What, what?"

Usato's hand was surely grasping Nair's.

It looked like a blade. It was her nail stretched out to about twenty centimeters, and the spear tip was directed to her throat, not to Usat.

The dripping blood fell from a nail slightly pierced her throat, passing on Usat's hand.

"Lord Usato, what the hell is this..."

"... he tried to stab me in the neck."

Saying so harshly, he shows Nair's throat slightly damaged nails.

Does the situation mean that Nair tried to commit suicide?

I have no idea how that led to such an assault, but it wasn't a prediction that Usat would be stabbed in the first place. While I'm relieved by that, I see an exchange between the two of them.

"I was prepared to be killed just like my father and mother, and how stupid do you feel about me? Besides, you want me to spend time as a village girl? It would be a big mistake if I thought I could go back now."

"Ha..."

Usat sighs like a pain in the ass.

But Nair, on the other hand, smiles invincibly despite being stopped from committing suicide.

"So you finally made up your mind to stop me."

"... Huh? Of what?"

"Blood is information, contracts, consideration - if you hadn't grabbed my hand, I would have died. But you took my hand, and you fulfilled another condition by that hand, which was covered in your own blood."

"Ha?"

Nair holds the outstretched nail and holds back the hand grabbed by Usat.

I also tilted my neck, not knowing what she was going to do.

"- By the blood of the devil, and of men, and of those who say, and of one another, we make an old covenant now."

"Wait, what's that disturbing spell?"

Moments, a large white light emanates from Usat's hand gripped back by Nair.

A familiar light, this light -, look at the 'contract' she's about to activate. I change my blood phase.

The contract she's trying to make will do no harm to Usat.

But it could be more troublesome than that.

"Usat! Away, this guy is - ooh!?"

Running over to the side, trying to pull Nair apart, his body suddenly stops moving. If you look at the floor, through the carpet on her floor, the witchcraft that restrained Usat is activated.

When did this guy...!? What an obsession... ugh!?

Mr. Alk is!? Seeing Mr. Alk, who tried to rush over as well, he was trying to keep his head down and resist something.

"You again, Mr. Alc!!"

"Gee ho, I just got a little grown up."

"Huh!"

"Oh, okay? If you keep hitting me like this, you're gonna die? I don't have the magic left to beat me to death, do I?"

"Knock..."

She giggles when she sees Usat trembling her fist with a bitter look as she spits blood reflexes.

"Regret you missed me!! I'll stick with you for the rest of your life!!"

"Ha ha!? What's that too disturbing dialogue!? Get off of me!! Yikes!? Don't get your nails up!!"

Usat tries to unravel Nair's hand with his mouth wide open and laughing in bloody blood, but he just lets it eat his nails deep.

Moments, the light emitted from the exchanged hands increased more light, illuminating the entire hall greatly as if illuminating the dark night -.