dicine to the pharmacist.
Commissions to the rcenary.
Purification rituals, to the priest.
"Faster! Harder! Pull it up!"
"Iyaaaaaaaap!!"
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
Every ti Siri's two fists, flashing with holy light, reached Bjoern's body at the speed of light, his body flinched greatly.
The impact was so great that it was transmitted to , so I was covering my whole body with a White Snow Cold Curtain.
This rather violent purification ritual was entirely based on Siri's opinion.
The holy words of the striped saint, that it was most effective to pound the divine power directly into him.
Therefore, I had no responsibility.
I was just helping Siri.
"Hahahaha! It's so satisfying!"
[For soone who says that, you look quite excited.]
"Hahahaha! It's a misunderstanding, Master!"
Was this what irresponsible pleasure was?
It was a scene that you would only see in a back alley.
A scene where two people beco a team, one holding from behind, and the other beating him to a pulp.
The appearance was a bit thuggish, but...
In the first place, this was a battle of three against one.
It wasn't a fair fight, and Siri and I didn't care much about how it looked, as we weren't the type to be concerned with appearances.
We just focused on Bjoern's recovery and poured out all our strength.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Assa, good!"
"Hyaaaaaaap!"
And after making Bjoern into a well-kneaded rice cake, Siri stopped her holy spirit-infused punching.
"Hooo..."
Siri wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand and announced that the purification ritual had been successfully completed.
"It's over. I've driven out all the evil energy that was inside his body."
I looked at Siri, who was wiping her sweat, with an admirable expression.
Her cheeks were flushed red, she had been so enthusiastic.
"With those two shining fists."
"Yes. With my terrifying fists."
Siri raised her cute fists and nodded her head with a dignified expression.
"Well done, Siri. You've beco a proper saint. It was the most benevolent punching I've ever seen. Your big brother is proud of you."
"Hehe."
Pat, pat.
Siri smiled like a fool and enjoyed my touch.
She was as simple as a striped calf.
Viola, who had been watching the purification ritual from a little ways away, ca over.
"Is it all over...?"
Siri nodded her head.
"Yes! I've defeated the demon."
"...You didn't defeat Bill?"
Viola said, looking down at her brother, who was lying on the ground, writhing.
"Is he alive...?"
"Yes, look. He's writhing."
Siri answered nonchalantly, pointing at the beaten-up Bjoern.
"I'm asking because he looks half-dead..."
"Ah, that's not entirely wrong. There probably isn't a single bone in his body that's intact."
"..."
Even the Quadra Horn, who was born with a strong body, was no match for Siri's Holy Spirit Punch.
No wonder he was as limp as flour dough.
"Don't worry! He's not completely dead, at least."
Siri put her hands together and muttered a prayer.
Then, a dazzling light appeared in one hand, and a deep darkness spread in the other.
And when she placed it on the chest of the fallen Bjoern...
Swoosh—
Light and darkness seeped into his body.
Viola, who had been watching that scene with her eyes already teary, asked impatiently after Siri took her hands away.
"Is he, is he okay now...?"
Siri nodded her head.
"Yes. He'll need to rest for a while to fully recover, but his life is not in danger. Ah, and it will take a while for him to regain consciousness."
"So, he's okay now...? My poor Bill... is he really, really back...?"
Siri smiled brightly.
"Yes."
"Ah... ahh..."
Viola hugged Siri tightly.
The tears she had been holding back flowed down.
"Hwaaang... thank you... Siri, thank you so much...!"
Pfft.
A laugh escaped.
'I was wondering why she wasn't crying.'
Siri, like a benevolent saint of two cults, gently stroked Viola's back with the sa cute hands that had beaten up Bjoern.
"Hwaaaaaaaaaaaah."
"Mr. Bjoern is safe. You've been through a lot, haven't you?"
"Hieeeung-eeeeung-a-eueueung."
"Shhh. It's okay. It's all okay."
...Who was the older sister here?
All of a sudden, Viola was a huge crybaby who didn't act her age.
I watched as Siri's shoulder quickly beca soaked, and then...
I quietly stepped back.
While Siri was comforting the crying Viola, I looked around.
"Where is he, that guy."
Because I had my own work to do.
In the first place, I had co all this way for that guy.
Woong...!!
I didn't have to look for long.
Because at the boundary of the holy light and darkness that was pouring down from the sky, the guy was going crazy and trembling.
Had the demonic energy not left this guy yet, it was flashing with an ominous dark purple.
Woong...! Woong...!!
I looked down at the guy who was going crazy.
A fragnt of the Evil God, a sword that had been consud by the darkness of the abyss.
Since a famous sword of the world had been corrupted, could I call it a demonic sword?
And just as I was about to pick up the guy who was still going crazy and hadn't co to his senses.
"Ah, Big Brother!"
Siri, who had been hugging Viola, pushed Viola away and stopped .
"I haven't purified that yet! The fragnt of corruption! It's dangerous to touch it!"
Thump!
"...??"
Viola, who had been pushed to the ground, blinked for a mont, and then...
She naturally found Bjoern, who was lying on the ground, and then, holding onto him, she began to cry again like a spurned wife.
"Hwaaaah, my poor Bill..."
I looked at the crybaby who had naturally switched her target, and then said to Siri, who was rushing over.
"Don't worry. I've educated a demonic sword with a bad temper before. I'm not soone who can be swayed by a re sword."
"Really...?"
"Of course."
While Siri watched with a worried expression, I slowly picked up the corrupt purple sword.
A voice that was crawling like a foul stench.
[Hehehe... nice to et you, human. My na is Black Purple! The lonely ruler of the abyss, the chaos of darkness, the one darker than twilight.]
"...?"
[Mortal... it would be better for you to let go before it's too late. If you're late, you can never turn back...! Hehe! Do you hear it? The sound of the black fla dragon raging inside !]
"..."
[O flas of purgatory! O lamp that leads to ruin! O unforgivable sinner! Know your own unpayable sin! The turbid flas of darkness. The distorting crimson darkness. O flas of purgatory that sway in the abyss! Despair! And see , who stands at the end of the abyss! That is the only truth, so accept !]
'What is this bastard?'
I looked at the corrupt purple sword, which was humming and spouting a torrent of words, with a dumbfounded expression.
Whether it was because it had been stained by the abyss, it was not in its right mind.
[Darker than darkness, and in the jet-black that is thicker than darkness, I am.]
"Big Brother...? Are you okay?"
"Shh."
[Ah, feeling the death of death in the dark of darkness, and feeling the wind of the wind blowing from the west. That is the destiny of destiny. The end to end the life of life.]
"..."
[To escape from the storm-like storm that binds everything, I have vowed to protect the dark of darkness myself. I will reign as the master of the master of the abyss of the abyss!]
Let's see how far this goes.
[Ah, the mory that will be rembered as a legend of legends in the future. The miracle of miracles. The rember that will be rembered in the heart of the heart for a long, long ti. If you are ready to join this journey of a journey, take my hand. Far away, I am your sunshine, let us go together into an endless dream...]
After hearing this far, I ca to a conclusion.
"His condition is serious."
I didn't know what kind of illness it was, but it was severe.
A beating is the dicine for a crazy sword.
"Treatnt begins now."
First, I put it on the ground and then stomped on it without rcy...
[Gasp! Ugh! W-what are you doing, mortal! Do you really...!]
I held the hilt of the sword and forcibly infiltrated my inner energy, and then I repeatedly froze it like a white branch and then burned it.
[Kyaaaak! The cold of the severe cold! The burning pain! This is my unreasonable destiny! I am the dark of darkness, the ruler of the abyss of the abyss! Do you think I will bow to a re mortal!]
"Siri."
"Yes?"
"Let's stomp on it together."
Stomp! Stomp!
"Like this?"
"That's right, you're doing great."
"Hehe."
[Kyaaaak! K-ack!]
After beating it up in various ways from the outside...
[Y-you bastard! Are you not afraid of the wrath of the black fla dragon!]
I sent my inner energy into the sword and dragged out the guy who was hiding inside and beat him up without rcy.
[Ugh! Ugh! S-stop! Forgive !]
Unlike the stubborn Vlad, he was a guy who was satisfying to beat up.
And as I was beating him up so excitedly that I lost track of ti, I soon saw him kneeling politely in front of .
"Alright, what's your na?"
[It's Purple, the purple sword, boss.]
"Not Black Purple?"
[Black Purple? I have no mory of using such a childish na.]
As I beat him up, the black color gradually faded, and now he had beco a refreshing grape-like purple.
Perhaps, this was his true form.
I said, stroking the hair of the purple sword, Purple.
"Purple, Purple."
[Yes, boss.]
"Go back to your master, and tell him everything that happened today, without missing a single detail. And, tell him not to forget it. Got it?"
[Of course, boss.]
I checked the inside of the humming black bracelet and saw that a purple band had been engraved, and then I said.
"Alright, go."
[Stay well, boss!]
The guy bowed politely and then exited my mind.
"This makes six."
And so, there were three famous swords left.
The Jet-Black Sword, the Yellow Sword, and the Blue Sword.
"Hah... when do I have to go and get the Frost Sword?"
I didn't have ti for this.
The Blue Sword, Frost, was at least a gentleman.
I knew where it was.
The Jet-Black Sword, the Yellow Sword.
I couldn't find these two.
The first famous sword, the Jet-Black Sword, was full of rumors, and there were so many fakes that I couldn't tell which one was real.
And the Yellow Sword, which I didn't even know what it looked like, didn't even have any common rumors.
"Tsk. Still, I've found and held six of them."
I had to hold three more until the day the prophecy pointed to.
Suddenly, I rembered what Ketel had said to .
—You don't have to worry about his words. Fate will naturally guide you.
...Yes, how did I co to hold six swords so far?
Looking back now, I hadn't really gone out of my way to find them.
I just lived my life, and they appeared in front of , and I held them.
It was as if I had found them at the right ti and in the right place.
Should I call this a strange guidance of fate?
Well, what will be, will be.
Fate will bring them to on its own.
I decided to think comfortably.
"Big Brother, are you done?"
And so, I ate comfortably and turned around, holding the purple sword, Purple.
My business here was done.
"Yes. Let's go back now."
"Hwaaaang."
"...And tell her to stop crying."
As I was about to walk away, casually carrying the purple sword, which had lost its scabbard, on my shoulder.
Thump!
I felt a sensation as if my heart had dropped.
Jiiing...
A feeling of a huge power finally waking up from its sleep and pulsating.
"...Big Brother?"
Siri tilted her head and looked back at .
A look that said, 'Why aren't you coming?'
I didn't answer.
Instead, at the vibration I felt from my chest, I carefully took it out from my inner pocket and placed it on my palm.
The red bead from a forgotten past.
It floated into the air on its own, and then began to cry out towards the abyss.
"Ugh!"
"Kuk!"
At the indescribable sound, Siri and Viola covered their ears.
Woooooo—
The thick demonic energy that had been lurking in the abyss rose up at once as if in response, and then began to slowly rotate around the bead.
The small sun that Siri had raised in the sky of the abyss flickered uneasily like a candle in the wind, and then.
Crack!
It disappeared without a trace.
Woooooo!
The storm of demonic energy surrounded the bead and began to rage even more strongly.
Just like when she had put her power into the bead.
The black demonic energy beca a typhoon and raged around the bead.
Suddenly, the voice of the dragon that held the first fla, Istradel, ca to faintly from within the storm of ash.
—It's the most precious gift I can give you. I've put my magic into it, to the extent that it won't harm the tiline.
—It's impossible right now. Use it when the ti cos.
—You'll know naturally when that ti cos.
In that mont, I thought I saw the shape of a red dragon in the middle of that storm.
The dragon that held the first fla said.
—Take the power, O Judge.
Whoosh!
My hair fluttered wildly in the fierce storm.
In the middle of the abyss, the red bead was floating, emitting an unprecedentedly intense light.
As if it were waiting for .
I broke through the storm.
And reached out my hand.
And held the red bead.
(End of Chapter)
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