117 After-effect

... the fact that Hatsumi, a brave man, was targeted and then rushed to the end, but it was also expected that she would be targeted more than ever, thus limiting herself to the turmoil in the city caused by the members of the Order of the AntiGoddess Church when it came to the great turmoil.

The denominationalists who made that noise were not caught as one after that. They also disappeared into the darkness of alleys and buildings after Clarissa and the others disappeared with clouds and summers.

Even in the coalition, he said, this event was an unprecedented commotion, but it was still shocking for the Mizumins. Naturally, the focus is on the hostile Clarissa and the others on that occasion.

They're the ones they broke up with the other day after a friendly exchange. The relationship is still a short one, but Shuiming owed them a lot, and Gilberto, who was a good friend to Refile, has been hostile. The thought of why is also strong, and it can also be said that this is the oddity of the world's tour.

So depressing, the Mizumins are not intolerant of the irrationality of the world, but there was a little bit of this on the arrow tip that I wanted to get along with.

- And a few days after the day the Mizumins fought the Clarissa's. On this day three people, Shuiming, Fermenia and Liliana, were visiting her room in Miazen's palace to say goodbye to Hatsumi.

In addition to Hatsumi, there was Selfi in the room, but she seemed to have an understanding of the relationship between the Mizumins, who arrived in the room, took the guard soldiers who were inside and outside the room, and left somewhere. It seems to me that you have made me curious so that I can talk about things that I don't really want to hear.

And after everyone settled down on each chair, it was Hatsumi's complaining if she was dissatisfied waiting for Mizumi.

Do it. How could you shut up about being a magician? But Shuiming was sluggish after a single conversation when he was struck by dissatisfaction with what he was doing over there and what he didn't tell you.

The return of memory must have changed things a lot during summons and amnesia. Fermenia enters the halt with a bitter laugh at Hatsumi, who puts aside a few breaks and tries to complain again.

"... Um, Lord Hatsumi? How about that much more to hunt down Lord Swimey?

"Huh? I haven't even said half of what I want to say yet."

"Now, is that half..."

I haven't even given half my strength...... I heard words similar to, Xu Liliana. Meanwhile, Shuiming, whose complaint is about to puke with a full stomach already, is spitting ectoplasm out of his mouth with a face like Munk's "scream," making several more apologies.

"Please forgive me around here because I'm all wrong..."

"Right. There's a reason I don't have a choice, and I'm gonna stay about this much for you today."

Apparently, he managed to lower his stash for what he needed. After the atmosphere of the venue has calmed down, Shuiming asks Hatsumi.

"... So, what do you say, Hatsumi? Have you settled down a little bit?

"Yeah. Well, sometimes I feel weird because I didn't have any memories, but I think I'm going to be able to get a good fold in my situation"

Naturally, it would involve the presence or absence of a method of return for that word to have emerged. I feel reassured that I can go home, so I think I am feeling a little less anxious.

In time, Mizumi asks Hatsumi.

"Hatsumi, my memory is back, and I ask again. You, aren't you willing to come with us?

"... yeah. I knew I couldn't do that. Like I said before, I jumped into this fight from myself. So you can't just throw it out."

"Even if that was unavoidable?

"Shuiming said that a while ago, didn't he? If you look at me right now, you're going to get hit by a master. If I run away to our cuteness here, that's what makes your father mad."

I'm not worried about Hatsumi laughing and saying it. That must be because my memory has returned and I have regained my one true creed. Beyond deciding to live with it, strays and so on disappear.

"Right. I thought you'd say that."

"Aren't you going to bring me here by force?

"I respect your will. Besides, I think we'll have some good information soon."

"You got it!?

"Almost there. Once you get back to your stronghold in the Empire, try to prototype the technique to match the information you get here.... If Inru hadn't let him erase the remains, I'd have told him everything while I was in the coalition."

"Yes..."

Hatsumi seeps a slightly unfortunate emotion in her face, knowing it will still take time. So did Trinity and Rui Tree, but it's still a big deal that nobody left.

"You're not going to go back until you defeat the Demon Clan of the United North, but, Ma, when the surgery is complete, it's good enough to take you home a little bit, right?

"Right. Everyone will be worried... and"

"And?"

Is it also a matter of concern? When Mizumi asked Hatsumi, who gave her that look, she looked like she'd been asked even if she knew.

"Days in attendance. Days in attendance. You didn't go to school."

Then I'll do something when I get back.

"What do you say?

"I'm a magician, right?"

Besides, Hatsumi looks blatantly disgusted when she smells something good.

"Wow, sucks...... I'm willing to use magic to make it absent. Wow."

"Ah? What? So you're staying a year? I don't care either way."

"Huh? Hmm... I don't like that, do I...?

"Okay, then."

To Hatsumi, who glances at him badly, Mizumi puts in a penetration and tightens the story. Then, now Fermenia questioned her.

"You seem to have decided to talk about your return, but are you okay about Lord Hatsumi being targeted?

"You mean those Sisters."

"Yes, they could strike again than they declared they would take the brave. In that case…"

What to do. In the end, however, there is nothing more to be done about the story than not being able to return to the original world.

With that in mind, Mizumi asked Hatsumi what she would do when they attacked again.

"Hatsumi. Honestly, what do you say?

"That's tough. This time it worked out because Mizuminos were there, but with that strength, I don't think a swordsman could cross without as much strength as your father."

"That's right."

Shuiming remembers the battle a few days ago. Clarissa and Gilberto's strength, which we saw at that time, was, as we can see, equivalent from the overwhelming of Refill and the Fermenians. The power of the brave is unknown, but in addition to them, there is also the Inru, who did not come out this time, and the Mirage Man, who supposedly sent himself into a different realm.

It's not hard to imagine that perhaps if we came at once, defeat would be imperative even if we had ourselves.

But Hatsumi's predictions don't seem the same.

"I won't win, but I think I can get away with it. I've got my memory back."

Her expression gives me a glimpse of confidence that's not there. Hatsumi, whose memory did return, would be stronger than when she had no memory. Clarissa, the more hands Gilberto can work out, the more thoroughly he can get away with it. But when asked if he could escape the magician's hand, Shuiming couldn't snort at all.

"I'll finish the art of going back over there as soon as I can, too. That way, we can evacuate when we're screwed."

"... I don't like the idea of running away"

"You can't help it. That guy's pretty strong."

"Yeah... I don't know about magicians either because I'm not familiar with them, but if Mizumi says so"

There is also a battle with Inru, and once Hatsumi also recognizes that Mizumi is a strong man about Mizumi.

Eventually, when the conversation was over and the goodbye greetings "Bye" and "Ooh" were over, Mizumi and the others left their first room.

On the way home, Fujiliana pulls Shuiming's sleeve.

"What's up?

"This previous, that big wizard thing, is. Are you sure you can't win a decent fight?

"You won't win. If they put me up on that level of mage, there's something pretty harsh about it."

"Not so much."

"Oh. Perhaps that sorcerer's magical lineage is pretty old and uses a hell of a lot more technology than a pain in the ass..."

To the rhetoric of the watering, Fermenia and Liliana tilt their necks. That should do the same,

"You said Lord Swimey is now old, what do you mean?

"It means the way it is. It falls into the old magical lineage of our world. Probably. It's got to do with my world."

That's conceivable, no, it would be right in this case to say that's all I can think about anymore. The barbaric name used by Romion, Clarissa's totemism. And stomach is the magic that the sorcerer used. There is no mistake that perhaps that group has some sort of engagement with the other world.

"... I'm not surprised to hear about Lord Hatsumi."

"This is finally a big deal,"

Shuiming answers the two questions after the foresight is over.

"We really need to go back over there once to break that magic. If the magician who knows that technique doesn't tell me what it's like from the ground up, I probably won't have my hands or feet."

Both Fermenia and Liliana make their expressions rude to that watery answer. To them like that, Shuiming makes a guess.

"Probably... it would be a pretty subjective prediction, but then it was the synthetic concept that was used. I think it was generated by multiplying two or three concepts that are not nearby."

"Multiply concepts, let them, generate them!?

To Fermenian surprise, Shuiming returns "Oh". She gave him such a strange look that it was difficult to understand.

"Is that something you can put together and shape?

"Because I could, I think it took on such a shape. Same as the others. For example, yes..."

"For example?"

"Xu has the concept of" plowing the soil ". The concept refers to what can be done with it, and the actual image of an iron plate named Xu as a bracketed stick becomes a 'symbol' that anyone can see to be so. I think it's like bracketing tools with completely different concepts to create new symbols..."

Isn't it like the so-called five virtues? When Mizuming said that and looked left and right, they both looked elusive. That, too, would be natural. Affirming that story, namely, 'denial of pragmatism', hits the breakthrough of what we call the immutable law in the magical world. That, even if you don't know about it, won't be understandable at all.

"Uh, excuse me. You were too quick to explain it even though you didn't know who you were. Forget about it now."

When Shuiming decides there was no current story, Fermenia asks.

"Are there many sorcerers in Lord Swimey's world who deal with that sorcery lineage?

"No, this is the first time I've seen it, and there must be a few people or not who could have used that magic"

"So few, does anyone know?

"I have about three people on my mind. The magicians who were supposedly able to use the magic were active in the Middle Leaves of the Thousand and Five Hundreds of Years and the Middle Sixties."

"And you said?

"I wonder if they've all lived about 500 years."

"Oops!?............... are you an elf?

"No, humans. Was he human but right? I would've stopped doing that a long time ago."

"I didn't mean to stop being human... that, again"

"They're all monsters. Creatures."

"Are you a monster?"

"You know, just so you know, I'm on a chick level. Well on that level, I guess most creatures around the world are on a chick or baby level..."

The strength of those magicians is not fully grasped by those who fail to reach that rank. Even if you quote low, this is it. If we are not in a high position to reach our ranks, no matter how high the mage they may be, we will probably be able to embellish everything with a degree of effort to relieve the baby.

…………

Shuiming pinches his silence and remembers that it was long ago. When Nesteheim, the Allied Lord, rarely put up a war between sorcerers, his hostile opponents, including the sorcerer, recall that in one word he uttered it all turned into a baby. It was the least meaningful technique of any technique that did not use a surgical formula and made the subject obey.

"Wow, that phenomenon, too, that magician?

Phenomena. I mean the last array that attacked us.

"No. That's another factor. It's not a monster that people can get up to like."

"The name, for sure"

Twilight Syndrome.

"Lord Swimey. How did that… end of life happen? When I asked you about it in the Empire, you said it wouldn't happen in this world yet."

"I thought so, too. Now that the world is so powerful, it's not the end of life yet."

"Still, that's when it happened,"

"I wonder what that really means ~"

Shuiming starts scratching her head back like a bum. Even with all that behavior, he seems to think properly,

"Well, to name a prediction, yes. Because their actions, or something contained in them, were going to speed up the end of the world... is that what you mean?

Ask her about it and Liliana puts on her little neck.

"End the world... when the Sisters just attacked us, didn't they?

"Sure, but...... there are some words: 'important things happen more than small things' and 'nature doesn't leap'. Things in nature are that everything happens gradually and nothing happens by 'sudden' or 'leap', but if you think about it, the reason why those guys have attacked you… that is, the purpose of exposing the brave can also be one of the important ends of the world that could happen in the future"

Clarissa and the others had the purpose of exposing the brave, and that was clear. It is entirely unclear how it will connect to the end of the world, but because of its relationship, a dark hole (Abaddon) was drilled there and an end event (Twilight Syndrome) took place.

"I can't throw away coincidences because I haven't taken the stage... but I'm probably not that specialized. I don't know because I'm not a dusk resident."

That's how Shuiming finishes this story, saying another thing about her feelings right around the corner.

"And then there's Leffi."

"Refill, is it?

To Liliana's inquiry, Mizuming makes her expression tannic by recalling her current state of Refill.

"Things were normal, though."

"You probably had something to think about in defeat. I used to show it the way I usually do, but I guess I regretted it."

Refill had taken quite heavily that he suffered a defeat in his battle with Clarissa. Then, somewhere resembling a rush, there was a glimpse from the end of the action.

"Well, not only that."

"That's it."

"Is that it?"

Aside from what the defeat had brought, he thought about what had happened to Refill after that battle, and all three of them were weighing their heads down.

While the Mizumings were troubled, our refir acted differently and was in the Guildmaster's office at the Xiao Dark Pavilion.

... of

"Wahahahaha! Ah-ha! Ha-ha!

"Don't laugh, Lord Lemaire! This isn't every laugh!

"Because, I don't know! That, if they show you that! Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!

Lemaia held her belly and shook her tail straw, laughing at the floor of the office. The laughter kept him breathing, and he repeated the long-spaced intake and exhalation he said Hugh so much that he feared that if he did, he would suffocate and die.

Sitting on the couch in front of her like that, revealing her infantile anger, was a smaller refir.

"You won't have a choice! I don't like it this way either..."

"Uh, uh, my stomach hurts. Me. This is the best laugh of the year."

Lefir resents Lemaia, who still laughs, in tears. But the expression is only too cute to make me think of it as majestic.

When Lemaire laughs a little and calms down, she sits back on the couch.

"No, but it is. I don't expect your body to be smaller if you use too much Spirit power. Even though Ardify didn't. Well, I guess that means the power of the Spirit makes up the majority of the refi... P, kukuku"

Lemeia holds her mouth and manages to seal the laughter that has come back into her mouth. But is that also the limit, the cheeks are inflated because of laughter, the beginning and end of a small, leaky laugh. Meanwhile, Refile sighed in a half-hearted state.

"Enough, please. Swimei and the others are coming to say goodbye."

"Really? Hmm... then you should tell me a little bit about you before you come."

With that said, Le Maire hands down the flue and gives a flip of a serious look. Her tight expression also takes nature and Refill's face seriously.

"Lord Lumeia, what is the story?

Asked, Lemaire glanced sharply at him to spot the flue.

"... Hey Refi, you lost, didn't you?

"It's..."

"You don't think I'd know if I didn't? I don't want you to underestimate me."

And, as if I had been watching the scene, I say with certainty, Lemaire. Being spotted, Refile nodded honestly.

"Refi, the reason I lost. You know what I mean?

"... for one thing, because I didn't have the power"

"There will be... is there another person's consciousness?

To its Lemaire words, the inner dodgy Refile. However,

"No, my arms are just immature. There's no other reason to lose."

Refile has a half-rejected attitude, denying another reason. I didn't want to admit it. Because if I admitted it, I felt like something that was supporting me now was going to collapse.

Meanwhile, Lemaire sees the look on Lephire's face like she's stubborn, says, "Oh yeah," and spills a sigh.

Lephile got angry with her like that, or in a tone that she didn't want to blame.

"... because Lord Lemaire has something to think about?

"It's easy to mouth that here...... after finding it one way or another right on my own, some kindness I want you to admit. I don't know if you've been too accommodating. Hmm, I don't know what's wrong."

Lemaia spits the smoke towards the ceiling with such a troubling mouthful, then drops the ashes from the flue into the ashtray. And did you get the answer,

"That's right. Well, it's about that kid and some of his friends you can count on, and it's not about rushing so fast. You should take a good look at your previous battles on the road. Still, if you ever lose again...... come to me again. 'Cause I'm gonna work you out again."

"... ok"

"Yeah. The point is, don't get too upset, but even if you say it with your mouth, this is so easy to understand. I don't know. Especially when you're young..."

Did you spill it so small because you care about your experience? Le Maire looks far away and looks out the window. After keeping silence until she had often finished smoking the flue, she smiled and spoke to Refill.

"Refi, come here for a second"

"What's up?

"Let me stroke you"

"Yes, no, so, su!

Watching Lemaire crouch her hands and make the appeal she wants to stroke, Lephire takes a stubborn rejection stance. He wore a hat that was slightly too big for his current body and shrunk on the couch.

"Eh! It's about the size of a corner stroke, okay? -

"Not good! Where are the people who are happy to be caressed at this age!?

That's what Lefir said and turned away, Lemaire did to.

"Even if I say no, I'm forced to stroke you."

As soon as those words were heard by Lephire's ears, Lemaire's figure left only remnants from the top of the couch opposite him and disappeared.

And soon, the hat was taken away with tremendous momentum.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Lord Lemaire!

"Look, why not?"

"Gu, gu..."

Refile remembers to humiliate herself to the feeling of being held down by petty forces from above. When this happened, it still didn't come true to escape with a refill inferior to hers in power.

After being adored by Lemaia for a while, Fufu Lemaia's fox ears moved tingly.

"Whoa, looks like you're here. Well, it's a whisper, but let's have a farewell party."

"... Yes"

After I responded with the way Refill peeled, I could hear the sound of knocking on the office door.