Just as everyone can instinctively move their muscles from birth.
I could instinctively manipulate magic power from birth.
It was as if I were a new creature adapted to “Demonic Poison.”
Controlling myself with magic power was faster and sharper than with muscle strength.
I understood this innate difference during a death match with Hitaki, the “Thief of the Principles of Water.” As I reminisced about that battle within the “Winter Otherworld,” the aristocrat knight I had just thrown away gave a command.
“Let’s go! Continue!!”
Leading new companions, they charged.
This time, nearly ten knights attacked from all directions.
However, despite the increased numbers, the situation was no different from before.
Calmly, I dealt with the approaching knights.
When the enemy’s sword tip approached, I parried with my own sword.
When an enemy arm tried to grab me, I grabbed it back and threw them.
When enemy magic flew towards me, I transformed my sword into a hand and crushed it.
This dazzling melee, at first glance, might appear to be an exchange of high-level “Martial Arts” and “Swordsmanship.” But in reality, it was something entirely different.
After all, my “Martial Arts” and “Swordsmanship” were still below 1.00.
Most of my movements relied not on muscle strength, but on magic power. Moving a body with 15.00 Strength freely through “Magic Power Solidification” was, arguably, another malicious skill that should be called “Magic Power Limbification.”
And the control of this “Magic Power Limbification” was abnormally precise.
After all, I had continuously read hero tales and indulged in fantasies.
I dreamed of being a swordsman and never neglected my training.
I continuously observed the swordsmanship of those I admired from up close.
There were still other reasons.
I was taught the basics of “Martial Arts” and “Swordsmanship” by the “Sword Saint” of the Aleis family.
In the Allied Nations, I discussed applications with Rustiara and Maria.
When I traveled, Snow patiently indulged me in countless sparring matches.
Finally, I competed with Franryure, attempting to perfect my own fighting style—
“—’From the beginning, I have lived with hero tales’—”
Overcome with emotion, I recited it again.
It was a clear opening.
Yet, the knights still couldn’t capture me.
On the contrary.
The knights, unable to even touch me, were gradually being overwhelmed by me.
While being careful not to kill anyone, I successively incapacitated them through broken bones or knocked them unconscious.
It wasn’t that they were weak.
However, compared to the “Thief of Principles” I had fought up until today—
Compared to Fafnir, the “Thief of the Law of Blood,” whose overwhelming victory I witnessed, their magic was slow.
Compared to Aid, the weakest, the “Thief of the Laws of Wood,” their movements were slow.
Compared to my most recent enemy, Hitaki, the “Thief of the Principles of Water,” everything about them was simply too slow.
—The battles up until today had molded me into a hero.
At this rate, I could have wiped out the Temple’s forces through sheer melee alone.
“—’I wish that book could be read by the world’—”
So, I called out to Sis, who was not moving in the back, as if imitating Kanami and Rustiara, and even the “Thief of Principles” I had fought up until today.
In an instant, Sis’s expression changed. She looked at me, who had recited the line, with surprise—and then, staring at the empty space behind me, she cried out, her face paling.
“L-Leave! That’s enough!”
Upon receiving that command, the knights faithfully ceased their attack and distanced themselves all at once.
They took up positions surrounding me, just as at the beginning.
The knights’ expressions were grim, clearly regretting their inability to achieve results in the time they had.
I felt apologetic about many things.
However, today, I intended to face only Sis.
As I gazed intently at Sis, she inexplicably pouted and started complaining.
“This is strange. Your sword was said to be at the level of a regular knight.”
Despite being in the middle of a conflict, she was surprisingly carefree.
But, thinking I was just as carefree, I decided to play along.
“It’s thanks to the magic prosthetic limbs you taught me about. As I used them, I learned to apply them in various ways. Hehe, look. Isn’t this amazing?”
I transformed my right prosthetic limb into a sword and showed it off, and Sis immediately raised her hand in an attempt to imitate me.
A magic prosthetic arm, like wearing oversized gloves, was quickly formed. However, Sis couldn’t move it quickly as “Martial Arts.” When she tried to transform it into the shape of a sword, its blade was blunt, and it quivered like a newborn fawn.
“Hey, Dia. I don’t think I can do the same thing.”
“I figured. It requires imagination, or rather, experience. I can do it because I was inspired by the hero tales I read at the church and trained continuously.”
Sis could probably do it if she trained.
Of course, it wouldn’t be possible overnight. It would require daily mental training and continuous sword practice.
Sis seemed to understand this as well and, after giving up on learning “Magic Power Limbification,” changed the subject.
“I suppose so. I know. I was inside continuously watching how hard you worked. Even though you were never suited for the sword, you stubbornly pursued it with a strange fixation, endlessly engaging in futile efforts every single day. You’re truly an idiot. A complete idiot.”
“A strange fixation… Indeed, unlike Maria and the others, I persisted with this fixation. Even though I knew I should focus solely on magic, I wasn’t agile enough to change my path midway…. However, I have no regrets. Thanks to it, I now have no openings in close combat!”
Finally, I flexed my left bicep and boasted further.
Even as I said this, I thought that it was just a matter of how one phrased things.
Frankly, I’m inferior to Maria even in close combat.
This is because Maria has mastered long-range fire magic, and her weakness in close combat is perfectly compensated for as a byproduct.
Seeing Kanami and Maria’s prominent strength as the top two, Sis’s words are correct.
The path to becoming the strongest is undoubtedly to perfect one’s own strengths. And indeed, I strayed from this shortcut to the strongest because I was “continuing useless efforts with strange obsessions.”
To borrow Sis’s words from the past, it’s like “mistake in distributing stats.”
However, I take pride in my mistake and continue to wield my “lump of magic power shaped like a sword”–my magic sword.
“Regardless, as long as I have this ‘Swordsmanship,’ you should think it’s impossible to take me down.”
“Dia, that’s not ‘Swordsmanship,’ it’s ‘Magic Combat.’ Even if we compromise, it’s ‘Magic Swordsmanship.’ …In any case, it seems you’ve definitely dedicated your life to something useless. Originally, your magic power and divine magic should have been far more outstanding. You even had the potential to become our Lord…”
Sis continues to complain with a sense of wastefulness.
It’s probably true, considering she once tried to become “the Lord of the World” herself.
Then, Sis looks away from me and gazes at a stone pillar.
“We don’t need weapons. Those barbaric things can be left to our subordinates. …And with this, my time-buying is over. My weapon has just arrived. It’s one of the heads of the Four Great Noble Families who will cooperate with this ‘Final Festival’.”
From behind a nearby stone pillar, an elderly man appears.
His eyes and forehead are deeply wrinkled, and he sports a short, white beard. Though aged, no physical decline is felt; he is full of vitality and magic power. His attire is an improved, more practical version of the knight’s uniform worn by the young men nearby. As if to prove he is about to engage in battle, the elderly man draws his sword from its scabbard.
Sis welcomes his grand entrance.
“Welcome, Fenrir, nineteenth head of the former ‘Sword Saint’ Aleis family. I’m glad you arrived so quickly. …The other knights, please stand back a bit and pray for his and my victory. Your prayers will become my power.”
It was Fenrir, my guardian and sword master, Grandpa.
I do not welcome his excessively early arrival with a bitter expression.
“Ugh, Grandpa. You were here?”
After all, excluding Kanami, he possesses the world’s best ‘Swordsmanship’ skill, even among the three existing ‘Thieves of Principles’.
I would have been happier if he were somewhere else, as it’s difficult to fight him in many ways, but Grandpa just shakes his head at me with a look of exasperation.
“You caused me to be hastily summoned. Besides, I’m employed at this cathedral, so if you were to rampage here, you were bound to show up eventually.”
“But you said you were mostly retired as an honorary advisor a while ago.”
“The main job of that honorary advisor is precisely these kinds of emergencies. You foolish disciple.”
After a casual conversation, I reflect on my own ignorance, realizing it was so.
Grandpa sighs as he watches me and, as the elder, gives an order.
“Dia. Since you are now an adopted member of the Aleis family, I will give you advice as your adoptive grandfather. Come here immediately and help Lady Sis.”
He pointed his sword at me and cited our family ties.
After I had ‘returned home,’ I started calling myself ‘Dia Aleis’ at the suggestion of my friend Franryure.
He is telling me to act based on the Aleis name, but that is irrelevant–in fact, it is precisely why I point the tip of my right artificial arm’s sword and refuse.
“You know, Grandpa. If an ancestor of the Aleis family were here, what do you think they would do? That ‘The One Who Steals Earthly Principles,’ Rowen Aleis.”
Although I’ve never spoken to him directly, I’ve heard much about his personality from Reaper.
If that man, who lived for his sword, were at the ‘Final Festival,’ he would undoubtedly be doing something similar to me, even if he weren’t the one Sis was going after.
…No, that’s not right.
Right now, Rowen Aleis and his companions are undoubtedly doing the same thing.
That is why I will not back down, even against the grandfather of the Aleis family.
“Lord Rowen, huh… Haaa… Are you still thinking of becoming a swordsman like him?”
Grandpa continues to sigh.
His tone is somewhat like he’s trying to stop me, similar to when I, at Level 1, tried to go to the Allied Nations. So I give the exact same reply as I did back then.
“Yeah, I still want to be. The sword is my aspiration, my guiding star.”
“…But do you seriously believe you can one day become like Lord Rowen? Looking like that.”
With a flick of his wrist.
With the tip of a knight’s sword, Grandpa pointed at my body covered in magic power.
In response to his rude gesture, I point back with the tip of my magic sword and reply.
“I believe I can. …Of course, I admit that my ‘Swordsmanship’ is unorthodox, very unorthodox, and a roundabout path. But that’s because I found something else important, and it shouldn’t be a mistake. Even so, I’ve tried to follow your teachings, Grandpa, in my own way.”
I reported to the person who first gave me a sword that I had walked the path correctly.
Hearing this, Grandpa looks at me like an uncontrollable, selfish grandson.
–Even as we pointed swords at each other, Grandpa and I felt a sense of understanding.
It felt like I had found a new “everyone together” in an unexpected way. But in the meantime, Sis interrupts, scolding our warm exchange, and casts combat magic.
“Fenrir Aleis, your persuasion is futile. Even if it’s out of obligation, as a grandfather, stop your grandson Dia Aleis’s wicked deeds. Apostle Sis demands an action befitting the name of a former ‘Sword Saint.’ –Magic《Growth》.”
“Of course, Sis. It is my pride and my life that I was once a ‘Sword Saint.’… Besides, once the Shiso disappears during this ‘Final Festival,’ I will return to being a ‘Sword Saint’ again. I will need to act in a way that is less shameful.”
“R-Right… That’s true. If the master is gone… you’ll be a ‘Sword Saint’ again.”
Sis’s voice trembled as one point was confirmed.
The Old Man watched the disturbance with clear eyes. Then, he slowly compared our appearances… and with the biggest sigh of the day, he began to walk.
“Haa… Well, it is the ‘Final Festival’ after all.”
With the tip of his sword still aimed at me, the Old Man, wearing a predatory smile unbefitting his age, began to close the distance carelessly.
Suddenly, an abnormal chill ran down my spine, and I shivered.
The Old Man’s magic power couldn’t even reach my feet.
However, there was a strange and unique pressure.
While relentlessly pushing that pressure onto me, the Allied Nations’ greatest old swordsman walked leisurely, continuing to smile belligerently.
“Hey, Dia. Let’s fight. Since that day, when I gave you the ‘Aris Family’s Treasure Sword,’ how much have you grown? Try to give this old man, who doesn’t have long to live, a souvenir for the afterlife.”
I immediately retorted, fearing I would be intimidated.
“Whoa, whoa, Old Man. Just bringing up that day means you’re pretty out of touch, you know? I’m nowhere near a ‘Sword Saint,’ and I’ve had intense battles with the great figures of a thousand years ago. Do you really think a retired old man like you can keep up with my true strength… I think it’ll be pretty tough?”
“You’re so rude it’s almost laughable. That’s why I… love you guys…”
He muttered.
The Old Man’s body blurred.
Suddenly, as if veiled in mist, he vanished. But from experience, I could tell the Old Man was approaching from the right in a low stance. With movements like an assassin, if I weren’t used to those of Kanami and Ragune, I would have completely lost him.
And the Old Man’s movements were as swift and sharp as if he weren’t of an age that craved an afterlife souvenir—
“—Kuh!!”
Heavy.
My body couldn’t react in time, so I bent the blade of my magic sword outwards from the hilt, turning it into a hook shape to block.
As the demonic curved sword and the Old Man’s knight sword clashed, a shockwave ran through the temple.
Following that, the Old Man’s knight sword ran along the surface of the magic sword as if skidding, aiming for my neck—and acting on instinct, I extended my prosthetic leg, springing back like a coiled spring.
However, as I retreated, I immediately saw the Old Man approaching again in a low stance.
Fast.
My level is three times his.
My ‘aptitude’ is also more than three times higher, so the difference in stats is a whole different league.
However, the former ‘Sword Saint’ Fenrir Aleis possessed the skill to bridge that gap. His footwork, reminiscent of the ‘Dance Battle Tournament’ finals, far surpassed my ‘Martial Arts.’
But my ‘Magic Power Limbs’ were not to be outdone in speed.
Even if my body couldn’t react, my magic power was.
The flexing abdomen of the continuously transforming magic sword always arrived ahead of the enemy’s swinging sword.
Therefore, in just a single breath.
While I moved a few steps, the Old Man moved over ten;
The knight’s sword and the magic sword clashed countless times.
High-pitched sounds echoed endlessly.
After about thirty clashes, Sis, understanding the situation, shouted.
“…!?—A, Aleis!! Strike those wriggling magic arms and legs repeatedly! I’ll deal the damage!!—’Sion’!!”
Magic activated from a distance, and light bubbles attached to the area around the Old Man’s sword.
The Old Man, given instructions, responded briefly.
“—Understood.”
They clashed again with Sis’s support.
However, this time, after deflecting, my magic sword was shaved down slightly.
“Ow, this—!!”
Due to ‘Sion,’ his sword now had the ability to shave off magic power.
Thanks to the guidance of Hitaki, the ‘Thief of the Principles of Water,’ my prosthetic limbs had simulated nerves. So, any wound to them caused considerable pain.
“Yes, that’s it! Aiming for the ‘meat’ is dangerous for Dia, so use that magic sword to shave off his magic power! If you aim for the same spot repeatedly, you’ll eventually cut through! But the best is to make him faint from the pain!!”
However, due to Sis’s consideration, all of the Old Man’s vital point attacks were nullified.
The Old Man accepted these instructions, like those of a boss who doesn’t understand the situation, with a wry smile, “—Further understood.”
Crude attacks targeted at my prosthetic limbs began, making it much easier to fight.
I had room to spare in my swordplay.
But replaced it with accumulating pain transmitted through my prosthetic limbs.
Seeing my contorted face, Sis laughed triumphantly.
“Fufufu! As expected! Truly, ‘The Aleis sword is a sword that cuts through demons’! I’ve always thought it was a wonderful family motto since a thousand years ago! You’ll defeat the hateful demons with just a single sword!”
Sis, clapping her hands like a child, praised the Old Man as he shaved away my magic power with his sword.
With her cheers behind him, Fenrir seemed unable to contain his laughter.
“H-Haha—”
Sis, whose knowledge hadn’t been updated in a thousand years, was likely cute and amusing.
I, who had recently become adopted into the Aleis family, wore a similar smile.
After all, the current Aleis family no longer had the family motto Sis spoke of.
So, the Old Man, as if to say, “Do you think you can be suppressed so easily with just one sword?” distanced himself from me, who wouldn’t waver from mere pain, and catching his ragged breath, spoke.
“…That’s enough for a warm-up, I suppose. I’ve gotten quite used to Sis’s abnormal ‘Growth’ now. Thanks to that, I can say my body is currently at its peak. …Still, breaking through that magic defense wall on your end is going to be tough. Your body hasn’t caught up, yet your magic is too fast. It reminds me of how troublesome Kaiquora was.”
The Old Man roughly pokes his sword into the floor and swings his arms loosely.
Not to be outdone by his casual demeanor, I reply while cracking my neck.
“My warm-up is done too, you know? I’ve finally gotten used to your speed and footwork.”
“…Seriously? Hah, being young is truly something. From my old man’s perspective, growing up happens in the blink of an eye.”
He doesn’t seem to think my words are just bravado.
The Old Man keenly observes my every move, gauges my strength, and continues to analyze me without letting his guard down.
As a result of his analysis, he slowly begins to roll up his sleeves.
“So, I’m not holding back any of my strength at all. After all, it’s the ‘Final Festival’.”
His sinewy arms, rough with age, revealed nearly ten bracelets of various sizes.
They were all clearly expensive Magic Tools.
From among them, the Old Man selected one, placed his hand on it, channeled magic, and crushed it.
The ‘Spell Formation’ inside activated, and wind erupted from the Old Man’s feet.
It was a support-type magic, not an attack-type.
Amidst the wind that suggested an increase in speed, the Old Man sternly declared.
“Dia Aleis, I will show you an ‘Aleis’ Sword’ different from your ancestors. It is the complete opposite of the ‘Sword that Cuts Evil’. Therefore, understand that reaching Sis is impossible.”
He called me Aleis and vowed to defend Sis, not to capture or defeat me.
The change in his tone conveyed his seriousness.
Furthermore, as he made his vow, the swirling wind intensified.
The windows in the temple were insufficient to vent the wind, and the building began to shake as if shuddering. Large cracks appeared in the stained-glass windows letting in sunlight, and the Knights surrounding us, blocking any escape, started to panic.
He seems to be using a special kind of magic, but I’ve had plenty of practice countering Wind Magic thanks to Rainer.
I optimistically thought that no magic would be a complete surprise… but that proved to be a grave misjudgment.
“…Guh! Wh-?!”
The wind blew, and without hiding anything, it told me everything.
The wind pressure pushed my body backward. That was all.
Contrary to my expectations, the wind did not strengthen the Old Man’s body or sword, nor did it transform into invisible blades for attack.
It simply filled the entire temple and circulated.
It was just a constant, ever-blowing ‘magic of opposing winds’.
From that choice, I felt his strong will to absolutely protect Sis.
At the same time, I understood that this was the modern way of the ‘Aleis’ Sword’.
—The family motto is simply, ‘The Aleis’ Sword becomes the sword of the weak.’
Therefore, before ‘The Aleis’ Sword cuts evil,’ it protects what is behind.
It is the complete opposite of dedicating one’s entire being to slaying an enemy with a single sword strike.
Swordsman Fenrir Aleis, dedicating his entire being solely to protecting the rear.
—I thought this was one of the perfected forms of the ‘Magic Swordsmanship’ I am aiming for.
Our eyes met as I faced the Old Man.
His gaze, as if he could read all my thoughts, was truly infuriating.
I solemnly declared that I absolutely could not lose.
“Swordsaint Fenrir Aleis, I will definitely go to the labyrinth with Sis today. For that purpose, I’m sorry, but I, who have zero talent for ‘Swordsmanship’, will cut down you, a former ‘Swordsaint’, with my sword. …I will absolutely surpass you head-on.”
Then, the Old Man, his sword still planted in the ground with the wind at his back, gave a strange excuse—and boasted.
“No, let me tell you, I didn’t have talent for ‘Swordsmanship’ either, you know? I was more on the side of being laughed at for my futile efforts… But by upholding the Aleis family motto more than anyone else, I eventually came to be called ‘Swordsaint’. That is me.”
I understand.
That’s precisely why he honed not only sound ‘Swordsmanship’ but also various skills like magic and assassination techniques.
The ‘Aleis’ Sword’ that he wields by exhausting all of his innate talents and swinging his sword with his entire being to protect someone. And if the meaning of ‘Swordsaint’ in Revannism wasn’t ‘the strongest swordsman in the world’…
I caught a glimpse of his life and felt a little envious.
“That’s a cool line. I want to say something like that someday too.”
“Yeah. You can imitate everything I do today. …But that’s only if you can defeat Kanami and me during this ‘Final Festival’.”
He said with a smile, as if daring me to overcome him, and then moved.
His movement was as relaxed as if he were just walking, but due to his refined footwork and the power of the wind, he was suddenly fast, like looking at an optical illusion.
Clang, our swords met.
Before I knew it, my prosthetic arm and the Old Man’s sword had collided, and the battle had resumed.
And this time, unlike before, it was accompanied by a strong opposing wind.
It made movement difficult.
But it wasn’t fatally so.
On the contrary, it even provided the advantage of easier retreat. If I wanted to fall back, I could probably reach the temple entrance in a single breath. However, that was likely the true essence of this wind magic—to corner an opponent who continuously retreats. Retreating was not an option, so I continued to advance into the headwind.
Amidst such peculiar swordplay, the word that came to mind wasn’t “difficult” but “hard to fight.” Above all, it was the word “unexpected.”
Honestly, today I had thought, “If worse comes to worst, I’ll just ignore everything and forcibly snatch Sis away.”
My sloppy plan was likely seen through by the Old Man’s eyes early on.
Within this adverse wind field, the success rate of kidnapping would be low.
“Kuh…!”
Furthermore, there was the perfect synergy between Sis and the Old Man.
A flawless front and rear guard had been established: the Old Man’s abundant experience and techniques were complemented, while Sis’s endless magic power and stamina were bolstered.
Thus, it was taking time.
The two types of swords clashed continuously and fiercely.
The marble floor, trodden by the two, cracked and fissured one after another.
The magical wind continued to gather, finally shattering the stained glass on the altar and forcefully opening all the windows.
The Cathedral itself trembled from the shockwaves alone.
Sis, at the very rear, desperately followed the fight with her eyes and quietly muttered.
“…That’s a little different from what I imagined. …But it’s fine. In fact, a prolonged battle would be more advantageous for me, with my vast magic source. If I wait, reinforcements will come. The longer it drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for Dia, who has no supplies—”
From here on, my enemies would likely increase.
If Seven Knights of Heaven were among those reinforcements, the balance of this battle would shift.
However, it wasn’t entirely bad.
The longer it dragged on, the more advantageous it would be for me.
For instance, the one heading to the Temple now is…
I almost thought of my boisterous friend, but quickly dismissed it.
Besides him, I have many other Companions.
The more commotion there is in the Cathedral, the more free the hands of my other Companions become.
Among them, the fact that the two who were with me until yesterday are now free should be the most important for today’s Labyrinth攻略.
Those two had already established a name for themselves as one of the top two Dragon People on the Continent even before I came to the Allied Nations.
Having watched them up close continuously, I trust their strength.
Therefore, it doesn’t matter how long it takes me.
It’s fine even if I continue to refine my Swordplay, a seemingly futile effort, even at this point.
What matters is overcoming the Old Man head-on without using “fouls.”
And then, meticulously, one by one, without omitting anything, leading them into the Labyrinth.
That is my role—
I have been entrusted by Maria and the others to bring the Final Festival to a close.
To not betray that trust, I suppressed my impatience and blind courage, continuing the long battle—and deliberately, I caused the Temple to shake violently.
***
Sensing that violent tremor, Knight Sera Radiant muttered,
“—Dia-sama has made her move. While the planned Magic Nullification cannot be confirmed, people are gathering one after another at the shaking Cathedral.”
On the morning of the Final Festival.
In a back alley of the bustling Town, Sera, with ears that showed more Wolf-like characteristics than usual pressed against the Ground, was confirming the faraway battle situation.
Originally the Allied Nations’ strongest Dragon Person, she had now become the Allied Nations’ strongest Demon after undergoing the popular Demonization.
Concentrating her power into her ears, she could distinguish sounds from all over the Allied Nations.
I had told her, “Eavesdropping is my specialty, so you should probably refrain from Demonization for now,” but she had replied, “Delivering Snow-sama to you in perfect condition is my mission,” and refused to listen, resorting to only partially Demonizing her ears before combat.
Wearing a large Coat over her well-used Knight’s uniform, Sera wore a determined expression.
I wore the same Coat, and beneath it, my usual sturdy clothes and the Green armor ‘Luifennry’ inherited from Titty-sister. Furthermore, the Greatsword ‘Brave Fluorite’ was at my Waist.
It was quite heavy Equipment.
However, with my Physical Ability, I should be able to move without issue.
To move even more easily, I took off the hood of my Coat for a moment, recalled Titty-sister at the time of our farewell, and tied up my long hair.
Among the enemies awaiting me ahead is a man who is my ‘understudy’ and my teacher.
He’s a tactless fellow who has no hesitation in grabbing a girl’s hair and swinging her around, so I wanted to reduce the risk as much as possible.
Then, putting my hood back on, I started walking.
Leaving the alley, I headed towards my destination.
“Well then, shall we go on ahead… Ahh… Still, it’s truly a beautiful day today…”
Beyond the alley, a blue Sky spread out.
The cloudless, clear sky reminded me of my hometown, the Dragon Person village.
It felt like I could fly comfortably today.
And that, at full power.
Without fear of failure, high, high, high.
—Because Snow Walker is finally free.
There was someone I liked who taught me that.
So, I shall head out.
To teach that precious word back.
In the activity report, I provided explanations regarding the book’s bonuses and the second volume of the comic.
The character designs I received from Professor Ukai might be posted on the activity report starting next week. I plan to post Demonization El and Perciona next week, followed by Fafnir (and Hermina).
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