Volu 10, Chapter 265: The Devil and the Friend
The heat of flas lted the air and took the shape of a person. I didn’t know if there was any at or blood left in there. However, it seed that the lump of fire was moving by taking a shape for a mont.
But he certainly spoke before my eyes, with his glistening eyes wide open.
「Unfortunately, I don’t die, because I’ve killed death. This body is no longer like a moving dead person.」
I don’t die. It was those who have killed death. It was people who couldn’t die. I see. I rembered hearing such words sowhere in the past. I heard them well.
The flas that burned the night distorted the surrounding area. Even though there was a lump of fire in there, the surroundings did not brighten at all. Rather, the surroundings seed to have sunk even more due to the burning fla.
I held the treasure sword with both hands and focused my eyes. The enemy beca just flas. Could I kill it? Besides, the enemy was a demon. It was not just a matter of extinguishing the flas.
In the past, I never faced such opponents during the salvation journey, though I heard that several weird phenona happened from the ti to ti. What exactly was this?
They dealt with sothing different from magic. It felt as if soone trampled on humans. After the great catastrophe, people were afraid of the magical shape that suddenly sprung up.
Anyway, I had never seen it before. And, of course, people were afraid of things that were different. People never tried to understand intangible things.
So, I wondered. When did a person na such things? In order to put both that variant that they couldn’t understand, they created their own category. In other words, Roseau looked like a demon from the age of the gods.
The decapitated officer, the enemy of the human species, the person with dark magic…All of those nas fell into the category of demon.
The beast with the lump of at that I saw at Belfein was a monster moved by wrath. However, Roseau had reason. He spoke words and took the form of a person. And yet, its existence was heresy itself.
Curiously, this one was much creepier than the deford beast.
「What are you saying? The deceased will die soday. And for you, that’s today.」
By the way, why did the demon end up in such a place and as a person nad Roseau? I couldn’t understand that. In fact, it happened right in front of . Then, there was only one thing to do.
I held the treasure sword and pressed my lips. Unknowingly, I bounced my legs and kept a distance. A little sweat licked from my cheeks. Was it because of the heat of the demon or sothing else?
The flas swayed in the wind. No, Roseau’s arm, which had beco the fire pillar itself, scattered the flas and consud the air. The jumping flas shook like a whip and destroyed red bricks with it.
Such eerie appearance made feel as if I was looking at an illusion. It seed that my brain refused to understand what was happening in front of my eyes or as to whether such a thing could really happen. But the heat that touched my cheeks was undeniably true, and I was now putting my life on the line.
Moving away by instinct, I hit the red bricks with my feet. I jumped while trying to fall back. My spine shouted that I must do such action.
The next mont, several flas stood in front of . For a short mont, Roseau’s flas and heat wrapped my body. The heat burned my lungs. For a mont, an unbelievable amount of heat was blown into the body, and my esophagus was about to move backwards.
I escaped into the darkness with a rushing montum. I almost collapsed and forcibly exhaled the hot air with my lungs. I scread as if my internal organs were swollen. My heart was beating as if I had fever. I see. This was a demon’s blow.
I raised my cheeks quietly while pulling myself together. It was a painful blow, but in response, there was sothing that ca to my mind.
Roseau’s left arm swung up, perhaps because he didn’t have ti to rest. It was like waving his arm as a whip. His left arm beca a fla, and the fla swam in the air like a snake.
While looking at the snake of fla, I let out a hot sigh from my lips for a mont. Eldith or Filaret were the right people to deal with this.
I moved half of my body as to respond to the fla. Then, as it was, I held the treasure sword to defend myself from the deadly fla. At the mont, the back of my hand was thinly burned. Of course, it was normal. It was insane to handle burning flas directly. A scorching sll pierced through my nostrils.
I moved my wrist, leaving the heated skin intact. Then, the purple light was run by tracing the trajectory carved by the fla snake. The fire of column standing in front of was torn apart as if it had been struck by a storm.
I used the treasure sword to scoop out the part that seed to be the boundary between the body and the left arm, where the shoulder should originally be. Roseau’s body was wrapped in flas, and it was hard to tell if there was at in there anymore. However, there was definitely sothing solid in there. I felt it in my hands after swinging the treasure sword. It was the unmistakable feeling of cutting the at and bones.
The fla swayed dramatically as if it was in agony. In Roseau’s body, which beca a whirlpool of fire, I could see only his eyes shining up close. It seed that so at still remained, but every ti I slashed it, it fell off.
The next blow Roseau showed was no longer that of a human. Roseau stuck out his right hand, which had turned into a fla, and grabbed the air with his palm.
That’s it. It was just a small gesture…but the air exploded.
An empty echo scread in my ears. It was the sound and montum of explosives bursting. I didn’t know what it was, but it did so ridiculous work. There was sothing on my cheeks that fell like either heat or pain. I didn’t even know.
But, even so. There was one certainty in my chest.
I took a step into the heat and opened my eyes. I wondered if a spark had entered the eyes, because the inner corner of my eyes was hot.
I pushed the treasure sword towards the heavens. Then, after that, I just kept the trajectory drawn by the treasure sword in order to break through the flas. The purple light carved a line into the sky.
…The wind reverberated. The flas covering the at were crushed by the treasure sword, and the remaining of Roseau’s at was exposed to the sky.
With the montum of swinging the treasure sword, I dispelled the flas that clung to his body. The sparks of faint agony seed to make so noise.
「Sorry, but it’s not the first ti I’ve fought in the fire.」
Besides, this guy nad Roseau still had so humanity. Certainly, his behavior was that of a demon, and his tricks were far from ordinary.
However, even though he turned out to be the fla itself, he still kept the shape of a person. How to take a step with his legs, how to swing his arms, how to move his eyes. He was no different from a human being. Moreover, he was just like an amateur when it ca to fighting.
Then, I shall not die. What did he know about being wrapped in flas? I knew it perfectly well. There was no way that I would die.
Caria’s sword flash was even more murderous than this, and Helot Stanley’s blow was much more profound. Compared to my teacher, Roseau’s attack was lacking.
I believed so. Roseau was a monster called demon, but he still clung to the human side sowhere. I didn’t know why and how, but it was true. If so, I shall kill him now. I shall behead him imdiately. I knew I could do it.
This demon should decay without knowing its roots…without knowing the original foundation.
When Eldith once killed the dead, she smashed the flesh to the point of leaving no fragnts, and the end was completed by evoking a spell.
I couldn’t repeat such behavior. In the first place, I couldn’t use magic, let alone spells. Therefore, it would be difficult to shatter it into pieces. But strangely, my viscera didn’t freeze in fear, in fact, I had a strange heat.
Ah, yeah, of course. What was this guy? Was this not the demon called Roseau the one who hurt my friend? Well, he did sothing foolish. There was so much nausea that my viscera was about to turn inside out. An indescribable irritation crawled on my back for so ti.
Once, there were people who treated like a re rat. However, Bruder treated as a human being. She was the one who pulled my hand, when I had no choice but to lick the mud and bow down rcilessly. This emotion was different from the scorching admiration for the heroes. It should be called friendship.
The current Bruder did not know anything about , and she didn’t feel the sa as I did. Perhaps, my feelings of friendship for her now were different too. But in my heart, she was always my friend, and I regretted that I let her die once.
My heart was burning and trembling.
「You’ll burn out here. Don’t worry. I’ll lend you as much suffering as I can. 」
There was a painful fever in my chest.
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