In front of the sight in front of her, Stina had unspeakable strange emotions.


    Probably the closest thing is that when you''re dreaming.


    Nowhere is it realistic for a me to dance or for a sword sh to sh and tear it apart.


    Even though I knew my body was manipting the mes, I could only feel it in other HRs, including that.


    Well, I guess that''s also true in a way.


    As conscious as ever, you can''t even open or close your eyelids.


    No matter how close you are to the party, or rather the party itself, it is an impossible story to tell you to feel realistic there.


    Still, if you feel the pain like you did earlier, maybe it was still better.


    No, it''s not better at all, but as far as realism goes, I would still have felt better about it.


    But now that''s not the case at all.


    Besides, even the kind of tiredness that''s been going on for so long, it''s gone.


    There is no proof that this is not a dream, and it is no exaggeration to say that.


    Besides, more than anything else... the opponent rtive was the problem.


    Waving the sword in its hand, shing and tearing apart the mes that are emitted, is the boy who sees.


    Every time I wave my sword, my pitch-ck hair flicks, and my pitch-ck eyes stare at this one jizzily and don''t let go.


    It was as if the sight I had previously imagined was intact.


    And that''s why Stina thinks this must be a dream, that it must be.


    I wonder if I''ve lost consciousness for any reason... or if I''m already dead.


    ''Cause it doesn''t have to be.


    Otherwise, it doesn''t make sense.


    Reality is always merciless and cruel.


    The world can''t be gentle and miracles don''t happen.


    By the unreasonable, the world by the name of reality is just spreading there.


    In that sense, I guess Stina was rather fortunate.


    It was born that Homunculus was built as much as possible as an alternative to the flesh of the Demon King, and although it could not be fulfilled or abandoned after various trials, it was eventually picked up by his adoptive father and he was able to lead a people-like life.


    It is as much a life as it has been for me.


    Still, I did this, but it ended up being my fault.


    I abandoned the favor that gave me such a life, and I took it upon myself to feel responsible and hit it badly.


    That''s all...... considering you deserve it, this ending deserves it everywhere.


    Really, that''s all it is.


    That''s why there can''t be help there.


    Not to mention, there''s no way it could be anything other than a convenient fantasy, such as the arrival of someone who''s not even supposed to be here.


    "Ha ha ha...! What... the only thing with a good prestige was your mouth."


    And it was then that I heard such a voice.


    That doesn''t have to be confirmed. It belongs to Nicus, but he''s nowhere near there.


    Were you frightened by how Soma was doing, or were you falling back.


    Then I haven''t said a word so far... but apparently I got my mind back on the status quo.


    Be good at it, keep the word going, seeping a sense of superiority into that voice.


    "It seems we can contain the demon god''s attacks, but does that seem to be the best we can do? What about the power of our demons? You know it''s not an insult, right?


    Besides, Stina bit her teeth in her heart and wanted to exhale because she thought that this must still be a dream.


    As a matter of fact, the demon god attack is indeed amazing.


    More mes than were directed at my adoptive father burst all around me, and that''s what''s pounding into them all at once.


    Of course in Stina, I wonder if I can''t live decently in that even if I have a premium.


    Though the Somas said a lot, I still think they only have to name God.


    Though I think the soma that is shing and tearing it all apart is just fine... but that''s all the soma is made of.


    I''m just shing and tearing up all the mesing at me, and I haven''t been able to attack this one.


    I mean each other, and that''s probably why Nicus can afford it.


    But Soma''s strength shouldn''t be to that extent.


    Though I''ve never seen Soma fight for real, on the contrary, I can deduce from that fact that Soma''s genuineness is something I can''t even imagine.


    There''s no way they''re mutually reinforcing.


    Yet they''re mutually reinforcing, I''m sure, because even in their dreams, they can''t let Soma win here.


    Then Stina will be helped.


    It saves me.


    That''s all, no.


    That''s it, too convenient enough.


    I guess that''s why you''re telling me that''s it.


    I don''t know if it''s a dream or something, but I guess that''s what happens when you die miserably and responsibly to the very end without worrying about being saved on your own.


    "Hmm... well, you are. Certainly seems to require some correction"


    "Yeah, yeah, I guess so. In the first ce, as you can see, Master Stina''s body has already been reced by most of those of the demon gods. If the attack cannot be harmed where it arrives, and it is done again, it is synonymous with hurting Master Stina. I don''t know if you know about Master Stina, but you don''t want that to happen, do you, your ex-brainer friend? If you know what I mean, give it up already."


    "- I never thought that it was just far below expectations."


    "... Yes?


    It was the moment I said it.


    At least to Stina, I didn''t know what happened.


    I just felt like something glowed and that it was passing around my right shoulder.


    I felt ufortable with my right arm right after that and… something familiar was flying through my sight.


    And I recognize it, it was my right arm, if not my fault.


    "Be...!?


    Stina found it a little funny that it was Nicus who first raised her voice when she saw it.


    Well, even if Stina can''t open her mouth of her own free will to raise her voice, it''s subtle whether Stina was saying something first when she opened it.


    Even though I didn''t know it was my arm, I didn''t think of anything more.


    "If so, stupid, what now...... no, saner than that!? Instead of hating hurting me, actively hurting me, etc......! Or do you mean you gave up because it doesn''t seem to help anymore......!?


    And even faster words lined up in a hurried voice, and that''s still funny.


    In the first ce, yes, but it''s strange that you''re saying things as if you''re thinking about this one.


    Nicus made you do that, and I wonder what you''re talking about.


    It''s the word for preservation that finds out.


    Then there is no way that Soma cares either.


    Stina can still think like other HRs because she''s as unrealistic as ever.


    Whatever you say about being shed in the arm, you can''t see the great yuan... Above all, it''s still painless.


    The thought of it being a dream only increases, I see. It would still be better if Soma were to kill me instead of killing me by demons, but I wonder if that would save me... that''s what I meant when I thought.


    "Gee - -!!!"


    Stina couldn''t understand for a moment whose scream was on the spot.


    And shortly after understanding, understanding is again distant to the sight and feel in sight.


    The voice was released from his own mouth.


    That means the demon god screamed... but that''s not good yet.


    Even demons will feel pain because they shed their arms off.


    So the problem was that the screaming demon god was grabbing his right hand with his left hand.


    Yes... I should have been shed, but for some reason my right hand was there.


    Moreover, Stina, who should not have a general sensation, had gained the sensation that her right arm was being grabbed.


    "Be... mi, my right arm...!? Sure it''s over there, why......!?


    Late Nicus noticed that too, making a scene, but now Stina wasn''t exactly there.


    The only reason I''ve ever been in other HR is because I didn''t get a sense of it.


    If you''re given a feeling like this, there''s no way you can do that anymore.


    All I''ve ever said is that Stina was in the middle of a mess.


    This is supposed to be a dream, but what the hell does it mean?


    No, I mean... I don''t think so.


    "Um, there seems to be some good confusion about the ce... well, it doesn''t matter. Looks like it went exactly the way it was meant to be, and it was worth watching for a while."


    "Hey, you said you were right...!? What the hell did you do...!?


    "You''re totally vegan, aren''t you? In the first ce, no matter what they say they did, they didn''t do anything difficult. I can see that Stina is attached to the demon god, and the same is true of her almost assimtion. Nevertheless, if we haven''t fully assimted it, it doesn''t matter, and in fact, all we''ve done now is sh the demon god and his only arm off. It''s more like assimtion, so it was easy to target, right?


    "Oh, such a stupid thing......!?


    "Oh and by the way, the shed arm looked about the same as Stina''s arm, probably because it was about to assimte. No, I thought for a moment that I had shed it, but I felt like I had no problem with it and it was above all."


    Soma says it''s as if that''s normal and nothing, but of course that''s not true.


    It was Nicus''s reaction that was legitimate...... but that''s why it seemed soma.


    And therefore, although she had not yet been able to recover from the confusion, Stina remembered one convincing there.


    There''s no way I can think of such bullshit.


    In short...... although not believable, apparently this wasn''t a dream, it was happening in real life.


    ――――――――


    But shortly afterwards, a roar roared just saying I wouldn''t admit it.


    It is a demon god.


    With his right arm dripping down, he was nevertheless pointing his sharp gaze towards Soma.


    Instead of waning, the fighting spirit seems to have increased more.


    There''s even hatred in your gaze, and the momentum of the mes around you increases as you respond to it.


    Strangely enough, Stina was clearly able to recognize those things.


    I''ve never even felt the will of a demon god before... maybe that''s all the demon god knows clearly.


    The boy in front of him said that he could easily deliver death to the demon gods.


    "Hmm... It''s good to be healthy, but I''m not going to go out with Hate any more. I wonder what''s going on over there. Let it end like this."


    With all due respect, but Soma didn''t set up, she just stared at me... and I had a terrible chill.


    Besides, it was the demons who felt it.


    Because of its assimtion, the demon god, who can feel its strength on his skin, learned to fear just because he was seen.


    Really, what cod.


    ――――――――


    Still, there was no such thing as a demon god pulling it off because of his insistence on being a demon god.


    Roar, burn the mes of momentum far above what we''ve ever had, and knock them all in unison -


    - sh.


    That was the end.


    I still don''t know what happened, all I found out was that I felt like something glowed and it just felt like it passed my neck.


    And.


    At the next moment, at the same time that all the mes were extinguished, the neck of the demon god was dancing through the universe, so easily as it was creepy.