33 The end of the battle, to

"Neither can I. dull."

During that time of darkness on the other side, when he saw the brightness of thunder disappear, Shuiming fell and lay on his back with a big letter on the spot. I endure just a little bit of the stiff ground feeling I add to my back, and try to calm down about my roughened breathing, trying to tone my breath.

Exactly. I put everything out this time. Though we had to grasp the power of the Demon Clan and reduce it as much as we could, it may well have been unscrupulous to have defeated all those masses. That army, perhaps a subjective estimate if converted to the other force, would be comparable to the three battalions. Probably equal to two to three thousand modern armed infantry. For the lack of accidental firing detonation, the Demons may have been more of a threat, but that's a story when we considered infantry only.

I can't tell you which is inferior when I think of a time when I had a battle with a mercenary unit before.

Plus that battle with Rajas and the stubborn Abraham ad Habla.

Rajas was terribly rugged and this sorcery street was bad, and ended up cutting the strongest card in sacred sorcery he could handle. If you think about the rest of the fight, you should leave room, but honestly, there was nothing you could do about it.

But the fact that there is no magic left is no good if we make it clear.

Shuiming looks out for Rajas' vanished sky with that in mind.

"... you got lucky, hey"

No way, it was an honest story surprising that it was sacred sorcery that worked against the Demons. I thought maybe - I didn't know it was a hit - because I got to the answer that they would be involved in the true evil of evil in conversation with Lephire. Darkness is weak in light, or evil succumbs to holiness, which seems to be a classic story in a way, but it was a blind spot for itself, a magician. Demonic equals By avoiding the simple speculation of evil things and focusing only on the special nature of the magic of this world, I realized that when I touched that offense, it was in the woods and quite late from the first war that the answer came out.

It's too ironic in a way that I didn't realize such a simple thing because I was trying to look for my thoughts as a magician, my surgical logic, my biological flaws, my conceptual weaknesses.

But it was also true that it was good with this sacred sorcery that it worked. Apart from the story of the elephant miscellaneous fishmongers who surged between the forest and the mountain hem, Rajas would have suffered a considerable disadvantage if his opponents had been forced to use witchcraft that would have diminished its effectiveness by being in this world.

From Kabbalah, a Jewish mystery, it was this mystery that arranged a sorcery that was handed down to Gnoscism and classified as Abraham-Melin Abraham's sorcery lineage for use against the devil and the devil spirit.

It only works on true evil because of its witchcraft properties, and in order to give it more than a certain power over it, it takes a lot of time to exercise, because it has to semi-possess the sacred guardian angel who made it present in the sublime arts, but unlike witchcraft, which requires astrology, things in the other world, terrain, magic whose effects would fall if it were not on Earth, there would be little restriction by place.

The void that exists between the world of the outer shell world and the world. The undifferentiated pure power that exists in the space of supposedly nothing - that is, from the etheric, and from the monad, the technique of constituting and presenting one's only spirits that are not in the making of any spirits: the Holy Guardian Angel, and of exercising systematized sorcery - has made it possible to treat them freely in this world as well.

It would have been fortunate if the magic of shooting with maximum force had worked. It should also be said that the absolute value of the power of magic exercised by him exceeded the strength of Rajas. But the power of the evil god that is given to the devil tribe. If there were a demon clan who had that one stronger and more than Rajas, it wouldn't be easy.

"... Nakshatra, hey. Well, what are you gonna do about it?"

Its head is probably Nakshatra, the Demon King. That's him, or her, but somewhat of a beside annoying demon. Some chief should be giving the power of evil gods stronger than Rajas simply thinking about it. I don't intend to get involved, but it can be in case you run into it, and I'm not talking about the possibility that other Demon generals and I might be stronger than Rajas.

Do we have to keep in mind that maybe the time will come?

When I keep thinking about things that aren't funny or happy, my head feels heavy enough to say it's after I defeat my enemies.

Refile next door talks to such a watery light that he can only exhale a rough exhaling breath.

"Suimei. Thank you. Thank God you're here."

"No, I arrived long after I was late. It's a little awkward to be thanked."

Mizumi speaks honestly where she thinks she is. It cannot be denied that there have been moments of hesitation since the first time we were relative to the Demons. That's not true, and I wouldn't have delayed it if I had one thing going through my heart, and I don't think this has to be asked.

"... the merchants, after all?

"... oh"

"Right."

Refill's worrying voice was the answer to what he asked. Couldn't you? It was something you would know if you looked back at the tragedy when you got here, but was it wiped out? It's not something I can tell myself that I gave up safely at the time I had an adventurer who pulled off Refill or was manipulated by the Demon Clan, but it's still the people I've been with for a little while. I'm afraid so.

If you think about it, maybe that's where you went into the woods after Refill. At that time, if I had been able to convince the merchants better, if I had been able to keep Refill in the merchants, maybe it would have turned out more salvageable.

Sure, it's all, I don't know if it's more of a story now...

"... Suimei. Better not worry about it. I don't know what I'm saying, but it's not your fault the merchants were killed."

From the microscopy of this look, did you see what you were thinking? I can hear Lephire overflowing with such care. But...

"It's easy for you to say that, but don't you care more about Refile than I do?

"Oh, that's"

Asking the other way around, she raised a bewildered voice. Then, the place is enveloped in a quiet atmosphere. After all, I guess I cared. No, there's no reason you don't care. She couldn't protect those she wanted to protect. I don't know if I didn't make it or if I couldn't protect you in time, but it's the same thing I had a hard time with.

And I guess that's where Rajas put it. Such evil is often good at attaching itself to weak parts of your heart. Enough to make a revulsion.

I guess that's why she's extra hard.

"... Refile. You didn't hesitate, like me, to help the merchants. You shouldn't blame yourself too much."

"Ugh, yeah......"

The modest voice emitted was still heavy. I tried, worked hard, etc. Such words, in front of the results, are all but a rest of spoil. I guess it's because I know that that's why Refill remains a sinker, and because I know that, I can't have any more words to call myself.

Would I have done that for a while? Whether it's a silent prayer for the dead or to sort things out in one's heart, Refile accidentally opens his mouth as he keeps a deep silence.

"Suimei, the..."

"What's going on?

"Oh, you know. Thanks."

"... what, changed?

I received an acknowledgement earlier. Whatever is more thankful than this, when Mizumi is so wonderful, she returns a shy, shy voice.

"That, earlier, when you told me you were here to help, I was so happy. So..."

"Ooh..."

"Thanks"

"Oh, really... you're welcome to do that Yes"

The thanksgiving I heard is too sincere, and a strange polite word of use pops out of my mouth out of place from Shuiming's mouth.

That's a lot to look at when you say that again - when you said that you were relative to Rajas or talking to Refill, I felt like you were proclaiming it all embarrassing for a long time.

(Uh...)

What I aim for. Proof of being able to help and the wishes of the Father, which is the philosophy of the Order. An unsolicited hand of salvation. Solitary.

Momentum. All because of momentum. The momentum caused me to scream. That's right. You can decide that and forget it all. That way everything will be resolved without a thing. Think of it that way, probably swinging your neck hard to the side, Shuiming. As he begins to escape reality that way, Refile releases a voice filled with determination.

"I was able to be courageous thanks to you. I'm going to go my way properly without giving up any more. Well, being strong doesn't change me from fighting demons."

…………

... Apparently, the frustrated mind is back. Perhaps it would have been a good idea if the despair seemed to ease somewhat.

Yes. As Shuiming looked up at the sky without saying anything, Refile seemed to wonder,

"... what's up?

"Hmm? Oh. I think that's a good idea."

"I'm not giving up anymore. Let them scratch to the end no matter what. You taught me that."

Shuiming replies to Lefir, who says such a small embarrassment to his face, mocking himself.

"Please don't. That one of mine is like a take-out."

"Receiving and selling?"

"... oh, me too, I almost got fucked by a dumb strong guy before. That's when they told me."

Yes. It's not that I don't know what it feels like to be denied. When a strong guy tells me, everything in the world feels like denying itself. At the time of such a predicament and loss in my mind, I was told to run and a man pointed out that I had no dreams ahead of me. That's right.

"You toured with a good man.

"Where. Such a madman. Well, I appreciate it, but he's a basic enemy."

I suppose you thought Refile was a beauty story. Eh, and I hear a sound of confusion. Yes, that man who said that to himself only laughs at basic people's dreams. He's the kind of guy who comes out all the time when it matters, raises misplaced, muscular praises, and gets in the way of people all the time. I suppose you thought that if the guy you were watching dies, it would be less fun.

So that's when I said those words...

"... but maybe I meant what I said back then."

"You're complicated, too."

"Sort of."

"Hehe."

…………

What's funny? Suddenly a modest laugh refir. When I get such a calm laugh at the end of a story like this, I'm a little dissatisfied that I seem to be being treated as a child somewhere - but still, I'd say it's good to hear a calm voice after such a fight.

Whatever it is, the fight is over.

That didn't seem so bad.

and that was the time when I was surrounded by such tranquil and cozy air. Mizumi sleeps next door, and some kind of anomaly occurs.

- Bohu.

"Hiu!!

If you notice, you hear a loving scream, along with the sound of it being thrown to the ground. Probably, no, it's definitely Refill's, but the voices that rang around were soaring, something of the kind I've never heard before. Well, it's the first time I've ever heard Lephire scream.

"Oops. Refille, what's going on?"

When I managed to turn only my neck and turn to the side, even though it was painful to move in that way, naturally there was Lefir, the Lord of the Voice.

- That, too, gets tiny a lot.

"............ what?

"Yes, there he is... what's up, Mr. Swimey?

I'm driven by the urge to rub my eyes, but as it were, by the much turmoil I saw.

There were also young girls there who seemed to be about the age of elementary school students. Red haired ponytail. A sharp eye that hung just a little and the whiteness of growing up in the snow country, the quiet sword atmosphere I felt first. There's still a shadow left, so I'm pretty sure it's Lefir. So this young lady must be definitely a smaller refil.... probably.

But what the hell is this all about? Speaking of what he was wearing, he has a rash because his body is smaller, and he punches him in the face when he falls, or wipes the mud off his face with tears in his eyes.

She looked at herself with her eyes rounded and asked. I'd like to ask you a question.

"No, what's going on over there, Refile? You're getting tiny, aren't you?

"Tiny...?

When asked, the little refir gives a strange look that is only so cute and drops his eyes on his body. And soon, I changed my expression to something stunning.

"Huh? Huh? Hey, what's this?!? What the hell is going on, Suimei?!?

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. This is the one I want to ask you."

"My body is small! It's getting smaller! Why? Why? How come?!?

"Is this your first time? No, I don't think it's the first time..."

"Naturally! This can't be happening ever after!

Refile so forcefully affirms the anomaly that occurred in this sight. I mean, I'm confused. The first time. No, I would have trouble even if this happened frequently. Lephir, I'm going to say a guess if you've come up with an answer.

"No way in the middle of a battle, even if Rajas' guy doesn't do me any good..."

That's how I look at you, Refile. The nostalgic rush is telling the truth. However, if it is a curse, it may be possible to think about it before, but is it a curse to fulfill and toddle on purpose? Besides, curses that are long and too late that will work after it's all over, etc. I can't help but be clear about this curse.

I'll look at her in the magician's eyes just in case it's the last evil upsetting harassment.

"... no, that doesn't seem like it. There's no trace of the curse but the previous one."

"Ku, suppose. Why..."

The look on Refill's face with his head is persecuting at all times.

But how did this happen now? Refill also seems to be looking for information that could cause her to spin her head, but now, has there ever been a reason to bring this kind of anomaly to her?

Sure, there are many places where she diverged greatly from normal humans.

- Power of the Spirit, Spirit.

With that said, Shuiming recalls the unusual expression of power exerted by Lefir at the end of the battle. That force that Refill dominated the ambient air was completely separate from what he had seen before. The strength, range, and variety of forces were completely different from when we blew up the Miscellaneous Fish Demons, and boasted an intensity that could be described as a dimensional difference.

Based on that, I immediately get to the answer.

(No, that's too simple for anything, no matter how much)

Shuiming denies a single answer in her mind that way. But here I recall one of the earlier sacred sorceries. If you deny the simple idea and think about the fact that you ended up late for an answer, you can't even deny such a simple thing in this other world.

"Refile, you know what?"

"... smaller. Everything. Everything. Ugh, what is it? I feel like I've lost something important all at once again... Gu."

"Oh, hey."

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. What's the matter, Suimei?

Wipe the overflowing mourning with extra sleeves dripping from your hands, refir pointing toward Mizumi. Such a speculation that Mizumi came out to her.

"Nah, I don't know if it's because I've used too much of Lephile's body, too much of Spirit's power, but it's getting smaller."

…… What makes you think that?

"Well, it depends on speculation for a long time, because Lephire's body is probably made up of half human flesh and half spiritual things, so when you consume a lot of etheric and monad, the great book of spiritual power, you lose your part as a spirit..."

"There are a few words I don't know... but the point is, you say this happened because of the overuse of power? But how could that have anything to do with smaller bodies? Until now, no matter how much power you consume, you haven't changed the flesh, and it's strange in the first place that the flesh is shrinking as a premise, right? Without the power of the Spirit, we simply cannot use our power."

"Sure, but anyway, Refill is a spirit. Even where I was, there are too many things that haven't been figured out..."

Yes, in the other world, the time when the Spirit existed was quite a while ago, and there are not so many records, so the thing called the Spirit has not yet been clearly elucidated.

Still, the semi-spirited Refill's body should maintain itself in addition to the flesh (physical body) and astral body, as well as the energy that makes up the spirit. It can be assumed that this happened because I used too much of the part that forms my body and it was missing, but surely, as Refill said, I can't help but question that my body shrunk with it. No, no, no.

"... well, LeFeel's body is fundamentally different from normal flesh because it is based on spirit. The presence of Refill is the same as that of the summoned Spirit, and because what is manifested is the same as projecting the real image and the flesh into this world, the real image becomes thin when the power of the underlying Spirit is weakened. Oh, then don't snort. The one named Refill is there, but because of the increased thinness of being, it looks smaller in its twist, which also affects the actual flesh."

"Shh, Suimei! I don't get it with all the hard words! It's a little easier for me to tell!

"Hmm? Oh, right, sorry. I'll sort it out later, and I'll explain it to you... I mean, Refill, when you jump like that..."

Shortly after Shuiming finished pointing out, Lefir was taken by clothes and shoes.

"Wow, wow!! Ugh!?

I fell from my face to the ground again. And I was tempted to get up for a while, but I decided it was difficult to stand alone, or I called out to Mizuki to apologize.

"... Mr. Swimey, I'm sorry, can you give me a hand? My clothes and shoes are too big to get up."

………

"Mr. Swimey?

I can call you wondering why you won't respond - but Mizumi didn't have the power to respond to that wish. That should be it, too. Shuiming, who stays asleep,

"No... what? Neither can I. I can't move because I'm using too much power."

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Silence sweeping the field. awkward quietness. In other words, neither can move more than this happened.

There is a glimpse of a future without prospects, and Shuiming unleashes a dry, deluded laugh.

"Ha... what do I do?

"Oh... I don't know what to do..."

... After all, Shuiming, who managed to recover to a state where she could get up, woke up with her clothes tangled and unable to move, and managed to get down the mountain with her this way.