Volume 4 Chapter 29 The End of Revenge
Roze felt a gripping tension in her heart and unconsciously took deep breaths.
There was a man holding Irial in his arms, standing there.
He wasn't covered in the usual dazzling armor. He didn't have a sword either, just an ordinary-looking man.
But Roze was convinced that he was the Hero.
The enemy she had been searching for all this time. How much hatred and anger had she burned with in these past few years?
It was all because of Silver Hero. There was no mistaking his identity.
And yet, Roze couldn't help but have doubts.
Is this really the man who is Hero?
Just a few hours ago, she had witnessed Larkan and the Hero fighting. She had not only seen their appearance, but also felt the quality of their magic power and the aura surrounding them with her own eyes and skin.
But what she felt from the man in front of her was completely different from any memory.
The certainty that he was the Hero and the discomfort that denied it.
That strange discrepancy was robbing Roze of her choices.
"Ah, I'm sorry for not being able to help..."
"It's okay. Just go to Yunea right away, so please rest."
Yuusuke said to Irial without even looking at Roze.
The wounds he had received from Larkan were not fatal, but they were not shallow either. It was likely that even he had weakened enough to be defeated.
As evidence, he couldn't even manifest his armor. Maybe it would be better to kill him here. After all, there was no point in taking a Hero who had lost the power to fight in front of Larkan.
'Should I do it?'
Fifi said in a small voice. Fifi, who was always noisy, was speaking quietly, which only increased the sense of discomfort within Roze.
While Roze was lost in thought, Yuusuke turned around to face her.
There was no trace of anger on his face. There was no sign of him being upset even about Irial being defeated.
——Don't mess with me.
But because of this, in an instant, anger surged in Roze's heart, fueling her sense of discomfort. She couldn't forgive those eyes that seemed to deny her, as if they were denying herself, who had come this far fueled by hatred.
Stop it, don't deny me. Only you, only you——!
"Fifi, kill him!"
'Alright!'
The intent to kill overwhelmed reason and loyalty of Larkan. Fifi responded, and Neve dashed forward.
They circled around, disappearing from Yuusuke's field of vision, accelerating while crushing broken branches underfoot.
The land opened up by the battle between Beria and Irial posed no obstacle to Neve's running.
This darkness was overwhelmingly advantageous for Roze. Even if they relied on sound to fight, Neve was moving at a speed that left even that behind.
So, there was no way to capture them with a bare hands.
"Carry the burden of countless sins and fall into the hell, Hero!!"
Light shone on Neve's horn.
Roze doesn't know how he saved Irial, but this time she won't use light bullets. She will kill with the horn filled with light.
Now, Roze and Fifi became arrows of light and rushed at Yuusuke.
The ground they ran through rolled up, and the air burned.
Just as the horn was about to pierce his back, Yuusuke turned around. It was too late to realize. Without even activating magic, he had no way to stop this attack.
That assessment would have been correct until a few hours ago.
But now, Yuusuke's eyes were filled with emerald light, his right arm raised while holding Irial in his left arm.
In his hand was a seasoned bastard sword.
What his eyes saw was the logic of this world, the flow of Aether and magic power.
Magic is the power of the soul that dwells deep within oneself. Both humans and demons have taken various means to give form to their formless hearts.
Like an incantation, magic circles, and bloodlines.
Originally, magic was abstract, and its essence was very vague.
That's why it is almost impossible to erase magic once it has been activated, even though it can be defeated.
Only the practitioner can constantly grasp and understand the flow of magic power. However, there was a foolish person who attempted to do so.
It was an absurd and incredible technique to read and cut through the flowing magic power at an incomprehensible speed.
As Yuusuke slid his sword through the key points of the shining magic power, he spoke a word:
"'Stella.'"
The constellations were woven, and Neve disappeared.
"Huh!?"
Roze, who was thrown into the air, couldn't even utter a surprised voice. She realized that her magic had not been slashed, but rather deconstructed.
Only Roze, who had activated it, could understand. In that instant, the magic became unable to be constructed, as if the threads of magic power had been unraveled like a seam cut by scissors, losing its meaning.
It was impossible. Magic does not have such a simple structure.
It shouldn't be possible to perform such a feat. If that were possible, it would be the worst enemy for a magician.
"Kuh!"
But then, as soon as she landed on the ground, Roze still manipulated the remaining magic power. Fortunately, only Neve was erased. Fifi still remained.
The blackened magic power burned, and her gaze pierced through her resentful enemy.
I won't forgive you for trying to take away something more important to me than my own life.
"Herooooo!"
Fifi the possessed hair hardened and turned into multiple blades, rushing towards Yuusuke.
Faced with the blades of murderous intent, Yuusuke evaded them all without using his sword and closed in. And he murmured,
"I'm sorry. I have to go."
Yuusuke struck Roze's abdomen with a palm strike filled with magic power, easily taking away her consciousness.
"I... I..."
Roze still tried to extend her hair towards Yuusuke, but the tip dissolved before it could reach him, falling powerlessly.
Yuusuke supported Roze's falling body with one hand and laid her down on the ground.
The end of the night is approaching, along with the resolution of the long-lasting battle.
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