Arc 7, Chapter 57B "Call Me A Total Idiot If You Like"
--When Natsuki Subaru disappeared, Emilia was more flustered than she had ever been in her life.
"Please, Subaru. --Please, be at ease with Rem."
We know that the shadowy rampage that hit the Pleiades Watchtower, and the two Subaru and Rem - or, more accurately, not only those two, but another indeterminate number of people were sent together.
That saved Emilia from being greatly distraught, because Beatrice and Ram, who are connected to both Subaru and Rem, assured her that they would only survive.
Of course, even if you have a life, you could still be facing danger and fear.
In fact, it was absolutely imperative for Subaru to do something reckless because he had to save Rem, who was sleeping in an unknown place. But since neither Emilia nor Beatrice could be by Subaru's side, he was already in a great hurry.
"Quick, we need to find Subaru and the others......!"
With this determination, Emilia and the group that went to conquer the Pleiades Watchtower began to move.
First, they we must find a way to sneak into the Vollachian Empire to the south, where Subaru seems to have been sent - a country that currently forbids travel to and from the Kingdom of Lugnica.
"We'll attack Kararagi first. Kararagi might be less cautious than Lugnica and Vollachia, which are already staring at each other."
Said Anastasia, who promised to help them in our search for Subaru.
Anastasia and her colleagues, including Julius and Echidna, had a vivid experience at the Pleiades Watchtower, and it doesn't seem like they were ever in a position to afford it.
Still, Emilia was very happy that she offered to do so for Subaru and the others.
"I'm glad to have made your friend Anastasia."
"Well, I think we are a little different from friends. We're still in competition with each other. But,"
"But?"
"I'd like to make friends with you after I'm done with Natsuki-kun and the Royal Selection. Like Emilia, I don't have many friends."
In an easygoing tone, Anastasia promised to help.
Even though she knew it was not the time, Emilia could not wait for the day when that promise - to search for Subaru, but also to be friends with her - would be fulfilled.
And then--,
"If Anastasia is planning to cross from Kararagi, it would be best for us to simply look for a way to cross the border with Vollachia."
After joining Emilia and others returning from the Pleiades Watchtower, Roswaal understood the impending situation and respected Emilia's opinion that she wanted to find Subaru immediately.
However, it is said that even with Roswaal's status and power, it is not an easy task to enter the Vollachian Empire. Even if they try to fly in, they are said to be gnawed off by flying dragons.
Even with Roswaal's approval, it will not be easy to enter the Empire.
Above all, the Empire is a very large place. Even if they somehow managed to enter the country, they were not sure if they would be able to find Subaru and the others with a whimper.
In the midst of this increasingly tense situation, a breakthrough idea came from the man they knew they could count on.
"I have an idea how to enter the Vollachian Empire, but it's not out of the question. But it's not a very admirable way, and it's dangerous."
Yes, it was Otto, who returned to the mansion with the return of Emilia and her family, who hesitated to cut the matter out.
He had been recuperating in the sluice city of Priestella, and returned with Garfiel, who remained behind with him, to show Emilia and the others a path of hope so to the difficulties that plagued them so much.
However, the way to do this is--,
"--Smuggling. I may be able to arrange a way in from the five largest cities south of Picoutatte...... Lugnica, where my family home is located."
Smuggling means sneaking across the country without following the proper procedures and arrangements.
Otto was right, it was not a praiseworthy means, and it was undeniably a very dangerous option, considering what would happen if they were found.
But what if there is no other way.
"We have to do everything we can for Subaru and the others."
With strong determination, Emilia told everyone of her decision.
Although Ram and Otto gave various orders to this decision of Emilia, no one said, "Let's stop". Everyone was praying for Subaru's safety.
That was what made Emilia proudest of all.
"I want to do whatever it takes to bring Subaru back safely. I'll do it."
"Yes, I really do. --Let's go for it."
Emilia responded with a gentle, strong squeeze of her hand, which was held by Beatrice, who was anxious to be away from Subaru, in her small hand.
Then, in Otto's hometown, the group crosses the country in search of Subaru and his friends, while causing a row with an old friend who wants Otto's life, Petra's manly negotiations with a group of people who are helping her smuggle her across the border, and a bridal commotion over Frederica's special constitution--,
"--That's enough."
So declared Emilia, who brought snow to the frenzied fortress city.
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"----"
A number of buildings collapsed, and the beautiful cityscape that was once so beautiful was now gone without a shadow of a trace.
And yet, Emilia's anger continues to grow as she watches a large shadow move right and left across the sky, using its wings to destroy people's lives.
How is it possible to do such a terrible thing?
Was there a better way to do it, and did they make a proper effort to find it?
But even Emilia herself, who thinks so, cannot think of a way to stop the fight at this moment other than to use her own power, and that is frustrating.
So Emilia is going to be as frustrated as she can be and try not to forget this frustration.
To that end--,
"--Ice Age."
Around Emilia, who muttered this, heat was being lost from the world at a furious pace.
Slowly the air cooled and white snowflakes began to flicker from the chilling sky. Rapidly, with no escape, Emilia was covered in cold around the city.
Carefully, carefully, adjust the magic power, being careful not to overdo it.
They cannot inadvertently fail to make adjustments and turn this city into an icy mess like the Great Elior Forest, Emilia's hometown. Of course, it is also strictly forbidden to cool it down to the point of putting it in a state of suspended animation like the Brides of Regulus, even if they consider melting it later.
All Emilia has to do is to bring an unbearable ice season to the land of the empire, which has never known cold.
The cutting cold wind, the white snowflakes falling, and the season of magical ice that turns one's breath white, must cover the walled city that is hit by this flying dragon disaster.
And if she does that--,
"Dragon species are vulnerable to the cold, and if they are flying dragons that have never known freezing temperatures, the harshness of the cold will be even more pronounced on their wings."
With that, a figure jumps onto the half-destroyed wall on which Emilia stands, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps.
Glancing in her direction, Emilia nodded, "Yes."
"Petra told me before I jumped out of the plane that flying dragons are sensitive to the cold. They are reaaally studious and learn about the empire very quickly."
"You relied on the wisdom of your servant. No wonder I was led to believe that for a half-demon with no wits to guide him, he would have a decent plan."
"You don't have to say it like that. Besides, why...... because I'm a half-elf?"
And Emilia, whose lips pout at the other's way of saying it, rolls her purplish-blue eyes.
A woman in a red dress, her long orange hair blowing in the cold wind, her hairstyle different from the one she remembers, but there she was--,
"Huh, Priscilla? Why are you here? We're not in Lugnica, remember?"
"I will say the same thing back to you. I have an idea why you set foot in the empire, but...... I'm surprised you made it across the country."
"Oh, don't tell me how. I'm not supposed to tell you. Also, you have to hide who I am. So be careful. I'm......."
Emilia was surprised to see Priscilla, whom she had never expected to see in the foreign country to the south, but she responded with a strange emotion.
However, they can't be all that surprised. The way Emilia entered the empire is a side note-breaker, a bad thing so to speak.
She had to make that clear to Priscilla.
But--,
"--! Priscilla, look out!"
Interrupting the telling words, Emilia called Priscilla to attention.
The next moment, Priscilla, who clicks her tongue, jumps away, and a blade spinning furiously - a flying wing blade - gouges out the place where she was.
The castle walls, battered and on the verge of collapse, were cleanly shaved by the sharpness of the blade, miraculously escaping collapse. Priscilla, who also avoided the blade, landed closer to Emilia this time, with the hem of her dress fluttering.
And then--,
"One after the other, what the hell, guys?"
The girl's voice, filled with rage, reaches Emilia as she catches the flying wing blade, which is back in her hand, with one hand.
Looking down, a horned girl standing alone in the street amidst the destroyed cityscape, her eyes shining, glared at Emilia and Priscilla, who were standing side by side.
Apparently, they are very angry too. But Emilia is also very angry.
Therefore, Emilia pointed at the girl with a bishop's finger.
"My name is Emily...... Emily! I'm a passing necromancer!"
She almost said her real name in the heat of the moment, but succeeded in giving a false name that had been discussed beforehand. Priscilla narrowed her eyes at Emilia's dare, and the girl who had been named, with the alertness in her eyes accentuated, muttered, "Spiritist......."
"Are you the same as that dog person......?"
"If it is Arakiya you are thinking of, then she is a 'spirit eater' and not a spiritist. You are mistaken, Madelyn Eschart."
"Guh......"
As if reading the girl - Madelyn's thoughts, Priscilla's point made her cheeks stiffen. However, there was something that Emilia couldn't help but hear now.
"What is a 'spirit eater?' What do you do with a genie?"
"As you have heard, they eat spirits. They are beings who take that power into themselves and use it to the fullest. Almost all of them have been lost, and there are only a few in the empire, such as Arakiya."
"You're going to eat the genie!? Oh no, that's terrible......"
This is unbelievable to Emilia, who is a spiritist and herself contracts with numerous micro-spirits.
If Puck and Beatrice were to meet these "spirit eaters", she would wonder if Puck and the others would be gnawed off or something. She feels sorry for them just thinking about it.
However, rather than worrying about such things that haven't happened, the priority right now is the problem at hand.
"Are you Madelyn?"
"......Don't underestimate the dragon, half witch."
"Then let's talk about it, Madelyn. You're the one who's letting those flying dragons attack the city. I want you to stop it, and I want you to stop it now."
Emilia's gaze glanced off into the distance, out of the range of Madelyn's rampage, to a group of flying dragons that were continuing their attack on the other side of the city. Their movements seemed to be slightly slower than they had been a few moments earlier.
Emilia's power is lowering the temperature, which is affecting the activity of the flying dragons.
If she continues at this rate, it will be possible to bring all the flying dragons down to the ground. However, she doesn't want to do that if possible. She doesn't want to let the flying dragons die either.
"If you care about the flying dragons, then do me a favor."
"----"
"Madelyn?"
As sincerely as possible, Emilia meant to convey her words.
Perhaps Otto, Ram, and Petra could have spoken better. But when they saw the city being attacked by a herd of flying dragons, Emilia was the only one who could rush to the scene in a big hurry.
Now that she is first in line, Emilia will do all she can to help.
As a result--,
"It's hubris to wish upon a dragon, human......!"
Yes, even if it has made Madelyn angry and outraged.
"--If not you, then no one will be able to persuade it. It is not an auspicious creature to listen to the words of a dragon man, let alone one that has its roots in the earth."
Madelyn's answer is filled with anger and Emilia's breath catches in her throat when she hears it. Priscilla, who had been silently listening to the exchange between the two, gives her findings on the broken down negotiations.
Emilia rolled her eyes, as if that was encouraging her.
"Priscilla, I thought you were always so mean to me."
"I don't think it's wicked of me to say that something is unworthy of you. Do not misunderstand the words of my compassionate mistress. --Now, what shall we do?"
"Yeah."
Nodding, Emilia produced an ice hair clip in her outstretched left hand. Priscilla closed one eye in confusion as she held out the hair clip.
Emilia nodded at Priscilla's response.
"--Let's stop that boy together. Don't be mean."
"Don't demean my behavior as a sign of childishness, you half witch."
Priscilla, who had been speaking hatefully, took the hair clip from Emilia's hand, gathered up her own long, disheveled hair, and fastened it. The clasp of ice clasps clinked together, and as Priscilla's mood returned to a familiar one, Emilia turned to Madelyn below her.
And then--,
"I'm sick and tired of fearless people dealing with dragons."
"I just had a fight with a big dragon a while ago. So."
"--tsk"
"Even if you wanted me to be scared of you, I couldn't scare you!"
Madelyn's threat to show her white fangs is clearly answered by Emilia.
Immediately after, Madelyn's eyes narrowed like those of a terrestrial dragon, and the flying wing blade in her hand was furiously thrown toward Emilia and the others with tremendous speed and momentum.
Seeing it spinning and approaching, Emilia produced a large hammer of ice in both hands.
Emilia tries to repel the spinning of the flying wing blade with a strike of her ice hammer, which she raises from directly below.
"Oh, my!!"
A strong recoil hit both hands, and Emilia, stepping in, did her best to launch the ice mallet. Barely, the blow deflected the trajectory of the flying wing blade, and the blade passed over Emilia and Priscilla's heads.
But the ice hammer shattered with incredible force, and Emilia looked down at her hands and--,
"That's powerful...... maybe a lot more powerful than I am......"
"Of course! It is wrong to compare dragons and people with the same standard."
Madelyn steps forward with her petite body, triumphant over a pained Emilia. --A block of ice, larger than the city hall, crashed down on Madelyn's head.
"--!?"
The sudden appearance of the ice block and its size and weight choked and crushed Madelyn's figure.
Cold shockwaves flooded in all directions around her, and white winds blew away debris and crumbling buildings, causing tremendous destruction.
"How dare you destroy the city?"
"Eh! But it was already destroyed for now......"
"You have a very sophisticated way of looking at things. I'm sure your servants must be very anxious. But you, too, have finally come to understand."
"Finally, come to understand?"
Looking at the spot where the ice block fell, Priscilla crosses her arms and squints. Emilia asks in her profile, but the answer comes simultaneously from both Priscilla's lips and the scene before her.
The ice block that should have crushed Madelyn, piercing the earth, trembles slightly, and a loud sound begins to echo from the ice block itself, as if the world is cracking.
It started with a chunk of ice that should have fallen to the ground, a girl who stuck her arm up at the point of impact.
"--I mean, how nasty the dragon people can be."
Immediately after Priscilla's words, the long block of ice broke in half with a roar.
The impact of the destruction was felt throughout the entire area, and the shattered ice turned from the edges into mana dust. In the middle of this scene of ice shards flying around, a dragon incarnate leapt at the two men with a roar.
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--The freezing winds rage and the impulse of destruction roams the battlefield, where beautiful people dance and dance.
Anyone watching the battle from afar could not believe their eyes at how majestic it was.
Is it really reality, or is it some kind of a dream?
"--!!"
With enough force to shatter the ground, the petite dragon person throws a circling "death".
The flying blade of destruction, which draws an arc and cleaves everything in its path, cuts and tears through the world beautifully despite its tyrannical threat.
If this had been a piece of painting, or even a pruning of the world to cut it down to beauty, rather than destruction, in the eyes of just a few people.
So much so that Madelyn Eschart's anger was a sophisticated instinctive rage.
But--,
"Priscilla! You can have it!"
A heavenly beauty that creates a foothold of ice in midair and makes its silver hair dance while avoiding flying wing blades thrown at it, and when it waves its hand toward the ground, the streets, which have lost their original shape, freeze.
Frozen earth, it rises and gives birth to a beautifully decorated ice sword.
The running beautiful princess pulled it out of the earth as if she was slipping through it.
"If you're not a concubine, your fingers will fall off. --But the decoration is not bad. I'll use it."
A blue-white, ice-cold slash runs and slashes diagonally across Madelyn's body.
However, Madelyn, who was hit by a blow, only lightly recoiled, and the ice sword that struck her instead shattered.
As it is, Madelyn reaches for Priscilla as she approaches.
"Haiyah!!"
Not allowing that outrage to go unchecked, both of Emilia's feet strike Madelyn as she falls from directly above.
Emilia, who pierced both feet with her ice gear as she spun and struck down, and the relentless attack that shattered both of the girl's shoulders made the stalwart Madelyn take a step forward.
In that moment--,
"Please!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
When Emilia lands on the ground and puts her hands on the ground, Priscilla takes the twin ice swords that are produced and leaps over the crouching Emilia and slashes at Madelyn.
The ice blades in Priscilla's right and left hands, each coming at Madelyn from a different angle, were quickly caught by her with the claws of her outstretched hands, and a high-pitched sound rang out.
"Don't get smart with me......!?"
"Eryaaaah!"
Madelyn, who was about to counterattack after striking off her twin swords, was struck in the face by an ice spear tip that passed right by Priscilla's head. Madelyn quickly leaned back, and then Emilia, who had replaced Priscilla in front of her, shot an ice spear at her at a blinding speed.
"Take over."
Once Madelyn shrugged off the spear, Priscilla followed with a sword dance of ice.
The hem of her red dress flutters, and Priscilla's sword dance in the frozen white world, with her twin blue ice swords waving in a fluid motion, strikes Madelyn's entire body and pushes her down.
"--Why, why, why, why, why, why!?"
Madelyn exclaimed as she was forced to deal with Priscilla's twin swords and was on the defensive.
But Priscilla's onslaught does not slow down. And to make matters worse for Madelyn, if Priscilla stopped her sword dancem
"Haiyah! Hah! Hyah!!"
Emilia, who jumps out without a moment to catch her breath, creates one ice armament after another, uses uncommonly responsive force, and slams them down with full force.
--Priscilla will use her skill and Emilia will use her strength to completely contain Madelyn's offense and defense.
Cleave, strike, swing, and throw with flying wing blades.
The physical abilities of a dragonborn are incomparable to those of a frail human being. Even subhumans, who are more robust than humans, are as good as dead branches in front of dragon people.
The same is true even for the oni tribe, which, abominably, is sometimes aligned with the dragon people.
Dragon people and Onis, sometimes spoken of alongside each other as the strongest race, etc., are an outrageous story.
After all, the Oni race is only a superior blood among subhumans. Dragon people are fundamentally different from them.
A dragon person is not a subhuman. They are different from the species that are related to the human race from the root.
A dragon person is not a person. --But why does it not work like this?
"What the hell are you guys...... what the hell are you doing!"
Her angry attacks continue to come up empty, and eventually she runs out of fury to spit out.
And so, after the dragon's wrath was exhausted, all that remained was the dragon's lamentation, which flipped miserably. The dragon swung its flying wing blade sideways, which Emilia bent down and Priscilla flew and ducked.
Then, up and down, the two sides answer Madelyn's lament at the same time.
What are you--,
"--Emily!"
"I am a concubine."
A great axe of ice and two flashing ice blades each strike Madelyn as she raises her head.
Madelyn, struck sharply by the ice blade on the corner of her head and hit hard by the ice axe on her torso, is blown right backward, unable to even catch herself.
In the midst of the battle, Madelyn's body bounced once, twice, high above the ground, which was covered with a thin layer of snow that never ceased to fall, and with the same momentum, she dove into the pile of rubble, sending up a white plume of smoke with a loud bang.
"----"
The flying winged blade that left Madelyn's hand and flew away struck the wall behind her, and the wall that had protected the fortress city from the threat from the south finally finished its task.
With one last look at the castle walls collapsing with a loud noise, Emilia slowly raises herself up and looks down at the pile of rubble that Madelyn has been trapped under, without a care in the world.
"......I think I've got it."
"I had a reasonable response. Unfortunately, it didn't have the same bite."
"Bite......?"
Priscilla advances next to her, and Emilia tilts her head as she watches the twin swords turn to dust in her hands. Somehow, she can't help but look at Priscilla's mouth, but she hasn't eaten anything.
Priscilla looked back at Emilia with her crimson eyes.
"So this is how good she is for someone who holds the rank of 'Nine Divine Generals' above the Dragons."
"I mean, the 'Nain Devain Jenerals' is one thing, but what is Dragen Peepull? They are subhumans."
"A race that is said to have died out in ancient times. They were said to have the power to communicate with dragons, which are no longer seen in this world, but I guess that was just a superstitious myth."
'Dragons...... is that something I can talk to Volcanica about too? I'm getting blurry......"
Priscilla raised her eyebrows slightly at Emilia, who cut her off with a sly smile. She then gently placed a finger over her mouth.
"I never thought such words would come out of your mouth. Have I changed my appearance somewhat?"
"--? Ah, maybe you think I'm joking? It's not a joke at all. Actually, I met Volcanica a while ago, but I've been alone for so long that it's a bit of a blur......"
Emilia hurriedly defends herself against Priscilla's reaction, which is not believable. But Emilia quickly remembered what her priority should be, "I shouldn't."
"If we beat them, we have to get Madelyn to stop the flying dragon!"
"In this cold weather, any flying dragon that slows down will be hunted in the near future."
"And in the meantime, there are still people in danger! Even Subaru and Rem could be in danger......"
"--Hmm."
Priscilla leaps to her side and Emilia heads for the rubble where Madelyn is buried. Priscilla's shapely brow furrowed at the exchange that took place over her back.
The response, however, did not reach Emilia, who was straddling the rubble with her long legs, producing ice digging rods and thrusting them into the rubble in an attempt to dig up the buried Madelyn.
Anyway, Priscilla exhales a small sigh as she watches their backs.
A move, unexpectedly delivered, led to a result, which in itself is a good thing. However, the enormous damage caused by Madelyn and the flying dragon is not something that can be erased.
Worst-case scenario, they would have to consider moving their base to the magical city of Chaos Flame and relying on their collaborator, Senior Count Serena Dracroy.
"In any case, we'll have to let them fold their wings first."
Priscilla paused to think about what lay ahead and looked up at the cloudy white sky.
How much immense mana Emilia possesses, even if limited in scope, is equal to the power of climate change, and you can choose as many moves as you want, depending on how you want to do it.
Of course, what is valued in Vollachia is not necessarily respected in Lugnica. If you decide to live in Vollachia, you will not waste your time in vain.
But Emilia's character, whatever her nature, would not survive Vollachia--,
"----"
Yes, Priscilla's eyes, which had been drawing thoughts in the sky, flickered slightly.
Her jewel-red eyes shook as she looked up and saw a slight discrepancy in the sky.
And just as Priscilla understands the nature of the discrepancy--,
"There she is! Madelyn, I'll get you out now. But please be mature and tell your story......"
"--ah"
"Huh?"
Finding the girl buried in the rubble, Emilia uses an ice digging stick to dislodge debris from the building. The dragon girl lies on her back, covered in dirt and snow, her clothes stained with dust.
Emilia listened carefully as her lips moved and a gravelly voice escaped.
Expect the words to mean that he admits defeat and makes the flying dragon retreat.
However, Emilia's hopes were dashed, and what Madelyn's lips spun was not a declaration of defeat.
She muttered only one word, a name.
"--Mezoreia."
--The next moment, the roar of the "dragon" from above the clouds rained destruction down to the ground.
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A moment after the white light was released from the sky, Emilia and Priscilla were moving at the same time.
Without a sound or a signal, a tower of ice is created, and at the top of the tower, which extends from the ground, two beauties, silver and red, dance in the air.
At the top of the tower, which instantly rose to more than ten meters above the ground, Emilia raised both hands to the sky and created a huge canopy of ice within the area where the white light was expected to land.
Inside the canopy, a smaller canopy was placed, and then another smaller canopy was placed inside the smaller canopy, and so on, until six ice canopies covered the sky.
And while Emilia was assembling the protection of ice and snow, Priscilla stretched her smooth fingers into the void and pulled out the "Yang Sword" that sheathed the space.
The sword is a gem of jewelry, red and shiny and adorned with a bewildering array of jewelry, but the light emanating from within is weak compared to when it was in its best condition.
Still, Priscilla readied her treasured sword and looked up over her head.
The next moment, the falling white light hits the outermost canopy, and in less than a second, the first, second, and third canopies are pierced, and the light approaches the ground.
But to say that the canopy, pierced and breached, did not serve its purpose is a negative.
The angle of the light changes slightly at the moment it catches and penetrates the light.
The first, second, and third sheets were slight changes, then the fourth and fifth sheets became modest changes, and a moment after the sixth sheet was broken, the way the light entered the room definitely changed.
Straight on, white light falls to the ice tower and to the two standing at the top.
As if to intercept it, a crimson shimmer is unleashed in a beautiful, brilliant, and defiant flash--,
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"----"
The sound is completely drowned out, and for the first time in his life, he experiences silence for ten seconds.
When it popped, which probably lasted less than a second in fact, the shockwave that spread from the south side of the city engulfed and overturned all directions of the walled city in full.
The ground was torn up, buildings were ripped from their foundations, people who had no shielding were flung up like dead leaves, and even a herd of flying dragons swimming through the sky was struck by the storm.
The impact of the relentless, undistinguished, all-consuming engulfment of everything hit everyone in the city.
Naturally, the injured were carried in, and in the city's best mansion, which had been turned into a temporary treatment center, Flop, who was running around tending to the injured, was also hit by the impact and slammed back against the wall.
"--ugh"
It might be in seconds, or tens of seconds, or even minutes.
He felt a strong shock from his back that felt like all his internal organs were turned upside down. There is not much pain, but it is not impossible that he may have suffered a delayed or too painful kind that he cannot feel.
If that were actually the case, he would like to go on with his uneventful days, watch his sister Medium live a safe and happy life, enjoy the sense of accomplishment that he too have successfully accomplished my revenge on the world, and not notice it until he is old and on the verge of dying in his lifespan.
Once there, it should be impossible to distinguish whether he died from wounds or from life expectancy.
"Alright, maybe it doesn't look too serious......"
Insure against insurance and carefully estimate your condition before you get up in your body.
His arms and legs move, and he has all the fingers on his hands. It seems fortunate that there are no missing ears, noses, or crushed eyes. He must be on his guard, but he must not be too pessimistic.
Shaking his head, Flop stands up, wipes his blurred vision and looks around.
Originally, the original solemn and magnificent appearance of the house was completely changed, and the inside of the house was a hellscape dominated by the smell of blood and the sound of moans. Now, the shock has been added to the scene, and the horrific state of the house has become even darker.
Some of the ones he had treated may now be in pain again or worse. He must ease their pain and reach out to them again.
"I hope the Butler and Utakata-sama are okay......"
Leaving Priscilla to deal with Madelyn who she encountered, Flop and the others joined Rem and the others in the mansion and helped deal with the wounded as best they could.
Schult, who still had flames in both eyes, helped Priscilla with this while worrying about her, and had just managed to calm herself down.
It would have been a shame to have it all ruined by a single shock.
"What in the world is......"
And then a voice looked up so painfully as Flop looked around.
If you look, it is Rem, peeking out from the back of the hall. She was one of those who had been attending to the seriously wounded who needed healing magic, and her eyes were rolling from the shock of what had just happened.
Rem, frowning as she canes herself, peeks out the window to see what has happened.
Flop is also alarmed that the flying dragons are attacking in packs, that one of the "Nine Divine Generals" is rampaging with full force, and that something more terrifying than those things has happened.
At that moment--,
"--That's weird."
Wide-eyed and with a grim expression on her face, Rem panics and heads for the door of the mansion on her feet. What did she see outside? As her back rushed out in a panic, Flop also shouted, "Ma'am!"
Pushing on his aching side and knees, Flop followed Rem as she ran outside. Then she rolled into the front yard of the mansion and crouched beside a fallen figure.
Earlier, the impact outside sent him flying, and again, he was injured.
As he approached the crouching Rem to check on her opponent, Flop was struck by the sheer force of the earlier impact, which he could not see from inside the mansion.
"This is......"
Flickering, white snowflakes are falling in Guaral. There are layers of thick clouds in that southern sky, and the sun's rays are piercing through them.
Exhaling a white breath at the sight, which could even be described as fantastic, Flop shuddered.
Suddenly, the ambient temperature dropped dramatically, and a spectacular natural phenomenon like this unfolded. Such a scene would be hard to achieve, even in a dream.
So, paradoxically, it wasn't a dream, Flop shook his head.
'Flop, I need your help. We need to carry this girl inside......"
"Yes, I understand. Even under such a mysterious sky, we can only do what we can do. We will do the best we can."
Having to do it, Flop turned around, and he tried to help Rem. Flop's blue eyes widened and his words were interrupted mid-sentence.
The reason was obvious: Rem was behind the request for their help.
Behind Rem, blown away by the earlier impact, the figure she suggested carrying to the mansion for medical attention was small. It was small, dainty, and had two black horns on its head.
Then, perhaps dazed, the girl slowly raised herself up behind Rem and was about to swing her sharp-clawed arm carelessly out of the way.
"----"
Once again, Flop experiences the sensation that the sound fades away and the flow of time is out of sync with reality.
Rem, looking at them, was unaware of the threat looming behind her. The girl who became the threat itself also seemed more like a defensive instinct than an intention to hurt Rem.
It must have been a very bad situation. She sympathizes with them, but it was a difficult story and troubling that sympathy did not change the situation.
"----"
Kuna and Holly, who are in charge of escorting the mansion, have probably taken some time to recover from the earlier impact. There is no sign of them within sight and they are not expected to cope.
Schult with both eyes burned out, Utakata helping to patch him up while enduring the struggle, Heinkel in a coma and not waking up, they can't be counted on.
If he closes his eyes, he can see his sister with a smile on her face that is just bursting to life behind her eyelids.
She swore to be strong so that her brother would not feel pain, and she became really strong. The sister, her benefactor who gave her the chance to go out into the world, and her brother-in-law, all sorts of images pass through her mind.
--Take care of your own life, Flop. Self-sacrifice is a fool's errand.
One day, a benefactor once laughed that way at Flop who was living recklessly.
Let's say Flop is the same as it was at that moment when he suddenly remembered it at this very moment.
"Call me a total idiot if you like."
Because all his favorite people clapped their hands and laughed at his answer.
"Flo--"
He stepped in, pushed Rem out of the way with his outstretched hand, pushing his thin shoulders.
And in the midst of the claws being swung out, one big idiot breaks in instead.
--Blood spilled, and Flop O'Connell fell to the cold ground.
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--When Natsuki Subaru disappeared, Emilia was more flustered than she had ever been in her life.
"Please, Subaru. --Please, be at ease with Rem."
We know that the shadowy rampage that hit the Pleiades Watchtower, and the two Subaru and Rem - or, more accurately, not only those two, but another indeterminate number of people were sent together.
That saved Emilia from being greatly distraught, because Beatrice and Ram, who are connected to both Subaru and Rem, assured her that they would only survive.
Of course, even if you have a life, you could still be facing danger and fear.
In fact, it was absolutely imperative for Subaru to do something reckless because he had to save Rem, who was sleeping in an unknown place. But since neither Emilia nor Beatrice could be by Subaru's side, he was already in a great hurry.
"Quick, we need to find Subaru and the others......!"
With this determination, Emilia and the group that went to conquer the Pleiades Watchtower began to move.
First, they we must find a way to sneak into the Vollachian Empire to the south, where Subaru seems to have been sent - a country that currently forbids travel to and from the Kingdom of Lugnica.
"We'll attack Kararagi first. Kararagi might be less cautious than Lugnica and Vollachia, which are already staring at each other."
Said Anastasia, who promised to help them in our search for Subaru.
Anastasia and her colleagues, including Julius and Echidna, had a vivid experience at the Pleiades Watchtower, and it doesn't seem like they were ever in a position to afford it.
Still, Emilia was very happy that she offered to do so for Subaru and the others.
"I'm glad to have made your friend Anastasia."
"Well, I think we are a little different from friends. We're still in competition with each other. But,"
"But?"
"I'd like to make friends with you after I'm done with Natsuki-kun and the Royal Selection. Like Emilia, I don't have many friends."
In an easygoing tone, Anastasia promised to help.
Even though she knew it was not the time, Emilia could not wait for the day when that promise - to search for Subaru, but also to be friends with her - would be fulfilled.
And then--,
"If Anastasia is planning to cross from Kararagi, it would be best for us to simply look for a way to cross the border with Vollachia."
After joining Emilia and others returning from the Pleiades Watchtower, Roswaal understood the impending situation and respected Emilia's opinion that she wanted to find Subaru immediately.
However, it is said that even with Roswaal's status and power, it is not an easy task to enter the Vollachian Empire. Even if they try to fly in, they are said to be gnawed off by flying dragons.
Even with Roswaal's approval, it will not be easy to enter the Empire.
Above all, the Empire is a very large place. Even if they somehow managed to enter the country, they were not sure if they would be able to find Subaru and the others with a whimper.
In the midst of this increasingly tense situation, a breakthrough idea came from the man they knew they could count on.
"I have an idea how to enter the Vollachian Empire, but it's not out of the question. But it's not a very admirable way, and it's dangerous."
Yes, it was Otto, who returned to the mansion with the return of Emilia and her family, who hesitated to cut the matter out.
He had been recuperating in the sluice city of Priestella, and returned with Garfiel, who remained behind with him, to show Emilia and the others a path of hope so to the difficulties that plagued them so much.
However, the way to do this is--,
"--Smuggling. I may be able to arrange a way in from the five largest cities south of Picoutatte...... Lugnica, where my family home is located."
Smuggling means sneaking across the country without following the proper procedures and arrangements.
Otto was right, it was not a praiseworthy means, and it was undeniably a very dangerous option, considering what would happen if they were found.
But what if there is no other way.
"We have to do everything we can for Subaru and the others."
With strong determination, Emilia told everyone of her decision.
Although Ram and Otto gave various orders to this decision of Emilia, no one said, "Let's stop". Everyone was praying for Subaru's safety.
That was what made Emilia proudest of all.
"I want to do whatever it takes to bring Subaru back safely. I'll do it."
"Yes, I really do. --Let's go for it."
Emilia responded with a gentle, strong squeeze of her hand, which was held by Beatrice, who was anxious to be away from Subaru, in her small hand.
Then, in Otto's hometown, the group crosses the country in search of Subaru and his friends, while causing a row with an old friend who wants Otto's life, Petra's manly negotiations with a group of people who are helping her smuggle her across the border, and a bridal commotion over Frederica's special constitution--,
"--That's enough."
So declared Emilia, who brought snow to the frenzied fortress city.
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"----"
A number of buildings collapsed, and the beautiful cityscape that was once so beautiful was now gone without a shadow of a trace.
And yet, Emilia's anger continues to grow as she watches a large shadow move right and left across the sky, using its wings to destroy people's lives.
How is it possible to do such a terrible thing?
Was there a better way to do it, and did they make a proper effort to find it?
But even Emilia herself, who thinks so, cannot think of a way to stop the fight at this moment other than to use her own power, and that is frustrating.
So Emilia is going to be as frustrated as she can be and try not to forget this frustration.
To that end--,
"--Ice Age."
Around Emilia, who muttered this, heat was being lost from the world at a furious pace.
Slowly the air cooled and white snowflakes began to flicker from the chilling sky. Rapidly, with no escape, Emilia was covered in cold around the city.
Carefully, carefully, adjust the magic power, being careful not to overdo it.
They cannot inadvertently fail to make adjustments and turn this city into an icy mess like the Great Elior Forest, Emilia's hometown. Of course, it is also strictly forbidden to cool it down to the point of putting it in a state of suspended animation like the Brides of Regulus, even if they consider melting it later.
All Emilia has to do is to bring an unbearable ice season to the land of the empire, which has never known cold.
The cutting cold wind, the white snowflakes falling, and the season of magical ice that turns one's breath white, must cover the walled city that is hit by this flying dragon disaster.
And if she does that--,
"Dragon species are vulnerable to the cold, and if they are flying dragons that have never known freezing temperatures, the harshness of the cold will be even more pronounced on their wings."
With that, a figure jumps onto the half-destroyed wall on which Emilia stands, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps.
Glancing in her direction, Emilia nodded, "Yes."
"Petra told me before I jumped out of the plane that flying dragons are sensitive to the cold. They are reaaally studious and learn about the empire very quickly."
"You relied on the wisdom of your servant. No wonder I was led to believe that for a half-demon with no wits to guide him, he would have a decent plan."
"You don't have to say it like that. Besides, why...... because I'm a half-elf?"
And Emilia, whose lips pout at the other's way of saying it, rolls her purplish-blue eyes.
A woman in a red dress, her long orange hair blowing in the cold wind, her hairstyle different from the one she remembers, but there she was--,
"Huh, Priscilla? Why are you here? We're not in Lugnica, remember?"
"I will say the same thing back to you. I have an idea why you set foot in the empire, but...... I'm surprised you made it across the country."
"Oh, don't tell me how. I'm not supposed to tell you. Also, you have to hide who I am. So be careful. I'm......."
Emilia was surprised to see Priscilla, whom she had never expected to see in the foreign country to the south, but she responded with a strange emotion.
However, they can't be all that surprised. The way Emilia entered the empire is a side note-breaker, a bad thing so to speak.
She had to make that clear to Priscilla.
But--,
"--! Priscilla, look out!"
Interrupting the telling words, Emilia called Priscilla to attention.
The next moment, Priscilla, who clicks her tongue, jumps away, and a blade spinning furiously - a flying wing blade - gouges out the place where she was.
The castle walls, battered and on the verge of collapse, were cleanly shaved by the sharpness of the blade, miraculously escaping collapse. Priscilla, who also avoided the blade, landed closer to Emilia this time, with the hem of her dress fluttering.
And then--,
"One after the other, what the hell, guys?"
The girl's voice, filled with rage, reaches Emilia as she catches the flying wing blade, which is back in her hand, with one hand.
Looking down, a horned girl standing alone in the street amidst the destroyed cityscape, her eyes shining, glared at Emilia and Priscilla, who were standing side by side.
Apparently, they are very angry too. But Emilia is also very angry.
Therefore, Emilia pointed at the girl with a bishop's finger.
"My name is Emily...... Emily! I'm a passing necromancer!"
She almost said her real name in the heat of the moment, but succeeded in giving a false name that had been discussed beforehand. Priscilla narrowed her eyes at Emilia's dare, and the girl who had been named, with the alertness in her eyes accentuated, muttered, "Spiritist......."
"Are you the same as that dog person......?"
"If it is Arakiya you are thinking of, then she is a 'spirit eater' and not a spiritist. You are mistaken, Madelyn Eschart."
"Guh......"
As if reading the girl - Madelyn's thoughts, Priscilla's point made her cheeks stiffen. However, there was something that Emilia couldn't help but hear now.
"What is a 'spirit eater?' What do you do with a genie?"
"As you have heard, they eat spirits. They are beings who take that power into themselves and use it to the fullest. Almost all of them have been lost, and there are only a few in the empire, such as Arakiya."
"You're going to eat the genie!? Oh no, that's terrible......"
This is unbelievable to Emilia, who is a spiritist and herself contracts with numerous micro-spirits.
If Puck and Beatrice were to meet these "spirit eaters", she would wonder if Puck and the others would be gnawed off or something. She feels sorry for them just thinking about it.
However, rather than worrying about such things that haven't happened, the priority right now is the problem at hand.
"Are you Madelyn?"
"......Don't underestimate the dragon, half witch."
"Then let's talk about it, Madelyn. You're the one who's letting those flying dragons attack the city. I want you to stop it, and I want you to stop it now."
Emilia's gaze glanced off into the distance, out of the range of Madelyn's rampage, to a group of flying dragons that were continuing their attack on the other side of the city. Their movements seemed to be slightly slower than they had been a few moments earlier.
Emilia's power is lowering the temperature, which is affecting the activity of the flying dragons.
If she continues at this rate, it will be possible to bring all the flying dragons down to the ground. However, she doesn't want to do that if possible. She doesn't want to let the flying dragons die either.
"If you care about the flying dragons, then do me a favor."
"----"
"Madelyn?"
As sincerely as possible, Emilia meant to convey her words.
Perhaps Otto, Ram, and Petra could have spoken better. But when they saw the city being attacked by a herd of flying dragons, Emilia was the only one who could rush to the scene in a big hurry.
Now that she is first in line, Emilia will do all she can to help.
As a result--,
"It's hubris to wish upon a dragon, human......!"
Yes, even if it has made Madelyn angry and outraged.
"--If not you, then no one will be able to persuade it. It is not an auspicious creature to listen to the words of a dragon man, let alone one that has its roots in the earth."
Madelyn's answer is filled with anger and Emilia's breath catches in her throat when she hears it. Priscilla, who had been silently listening to the exchange between the two, gives her findings on the broken down negotiations.
Emilia rolled her eyes, as if that was encouraging her.
"Priscilla, I thought you were always so mean to me."
"I don't think it's wicked of me to say that something is unworthy of you. Do not misunderstand the words of my compassionate mistress. --Now, what shall we do?"
"Yeah."
Nodding, Emilia produced an ice hair clip in her outstretched left hand. Priscilla closed one eye in confusion as she held out the hair clip.
Emilia nodded at Priscilla's response.
"--Let's stop that boy together. Don't be mean."
"Don't demean my behavior as a sign of childishness, you half witch."
Priscilla, who had been speaking hatefully, took the hair clip from Emilia's hand, gathered up her own long, disheveled hair, and fastened it. The clasp of ice clasps clinked together, and as Priscilla's mood returned to a familiar one, Emilia turned to Madelyn below her.
And then--,
"I'm sick and tired of fearless people dealing with dragons."
"I just had a fight with a big dragon a while ago. So."
"--tsk"
"Even if you wanted me to be scared of you, I couldn't scare you!"
Madelyn's threat to show her white fangs is clearly answered by Emilia.
Immediately after, Madelyn's eyes narrowed like those of a terrestrial dragon, and the flying wing blade in her hand was furiously thrown toward Emilia and the others with tremendous speed and momentum.
Seeing it spinning and approaching, Emilia produced a large hammer of ice in both hands.
Emilia tries to repel the spinning of the flying wing blade with a strike of her ice hammer, which she raises from directly below.
"Oh, my!!"
A strong recoil hit both hands, and Emilia, stepping in, did her best to launch the ice mallet. Barely, the blow deflected the trajectory of the flying wing blade, and the blade passed over Emilia and Priscilla's heads.
But the ice hammer shattered with incredible force, and Emilia looked down at her hands and--,
"That's powerful...... maybe a lot more powerful than I am......"
"Of course! It is wrong to compare dragons and people with the same standard."
Madelyn steps forward with her petite body, triumphant over a pained Emilia. --A block of ice, larger than the city hall, crashed down on Madelyn's head.
"--!?"
The sudden appearance of the ice block and its size and weight choked and crushed Madelyn's figure.
Cold shockwaves flooded in all directions around her, and white winds blew away debris and crumbling buildings, causing tremendous destruction.
"How dare you destroy the city?"
"Eh! But it was already destroyed for now......"
"You have a very sophisticated way of looking at things. I'm sure your servants must be very anxious. But you, too, have finally come to understand."
"Finally, come to understand?"
Looking at the spot where the ice block fell, Priscilla crosses her arms and squints. Emilia asks in her profile, but the answer comes simultaneously from both Priscilla's lips and the scene before her.
The ice block that should have crushed Madelyn, piercing the earth, trembles slightly, and a loud sound begins to echo from the ice block itself, as if the world is cracking.
It started with a chunk of ice that should have fallen to the ground, a girl who stuck her arm up at the point of impact.
"--I mean, how nasty the dragon people can be."
Immediately after Priscilla's words, the long block of ice broke in half with a roar.
The impact of the destruction was felt throughout the entire area, and the shattered ice turned from the edges into mana dust. In the middle of this scene of ice shards flying around, a dragon incarnate leapt at the two men with a roar.
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--The freezing winds rage and the impulse of destruction roams the battlefield, where beautiful people dance and dance.
Anyone watching the battle from afar could not believe their eyes at how majestic it was.
Is it really reality, or is it some kind of a dream?
"--!!"
With enough force to shatter the ground, the petite dragon person throws a circling "death".
The flying blade of destruction, which draws an arc and cleaves everything in its path, cuts and tears through the world beautifully despite its tyrannical threat.
If this had been a piece of painting, or even a pruning of the world to cut it down to beauty, rather than destruction, in the eyes of just a few people.
So much so that Madelyn Eschart's anger was a sophisticated instinctive rage.
But--,
"Priscilla! You can have it!"
A heavenly beauty that creates a foothold of ice in midair and makes its silver hair dance while avoiding flying wing blades thrown at it, and when it waves its hand toward the ground, the streets, which have lost their original shape, freeze.
Frozen earth, it rises and gives birth to a beautifully decorated ice sword.
The running beautiful princess pulled it out of the earth as if she was slipping through it.
"If you're not a concubine, your fingers will fall off. --But the decoration is not bad. I'll use it."
A blue-white, ice-cold slash runs and slashes diagonally across Madelyn's body.
However, Madelyn, who was hit by a blow, only lightly recoiled, and the ice sword that struck her instead shattered.
As it is, Madelyn reaches for Priscilla as she approaches.
"Haiyah!!"
Not allowing that outrage to go unchecked, both of Emilia's feet strike Madelyn as she falls from directly above.
Emilia, who pierced both feet with her ice gear as she spun and struck down, and the relentless attack that shattered both of the girl's shoulders made the stalwart Madelyn take a step forward.
In that moment--,
"Please!"
"Don't tell me what to do."
When Emilia lands on the ground and puts her hands on the ground, Priscilla takes the twin ice swords that are produced and leaps over the crouching Emilia and slashes at Madelyn.
The ice blades in Priscilla's right and left hands, each coming at Madelyn from a different angle, were quickly caught by her with the claws of her outstretched hands, and a high-pitched sound rang out.
"Don't get smart with me......!?"
"Eryaaaah!"
Madelyn, who was about to counterattack after striking off her twin swords, was struck in the face by an ice spear tip that passed right by Priscilla's head. Madelyn quickly leaned back, and then Emilia, who had replaced Priscilla in front of her, shot an ice spear at her at a blinding speed.
"Take over."
Once Madelyn shrugged off the spear, Priscilla followed with a sword dance of ice.
The hem of her red dress flutters, and Priscilla's sword dance in the frozen white world, with her twin blue ice swords waving in a fluid motion, strikes Madelyn's entire body and pushes her down.
"--Why, why, why, why, why, why!?"
Madelyn exclaimed as she was forced to deal with Priscilla's twin swords and was on the defensive.
But Priscilla's onslaught does not slow down. And to make matters worse for Madelyn, if Priscilla stopped her sword dancem
"Haiyah! Hah! Hyah!!"
Emilia, who jumps out without a moment to catch her breath, creates one ice armament after another, uses uncommonly responsive force, and slams them down with full force.
--Priscilla will use her skill and Emilia will use her strength to completely contain Madelyn's offense and defense.
Cleave, strike, swing, and throw with flying wing blades.
The physical abilities of a dragonborn are incomparable to those of a frail human being. Even subhumans, who are more robust than humans, are as good as dead branches in front of dragon people.
The same is true even for the oni tribe, which, abominably, is sometimes aligned with the dragon people.
Dragon people and Onis, sometimes spoken of alongside each other as the strongest race, etc., are an outrageous story.
After all, the Oni race is only a superior blood among subhumans. Dragon people are fundamentally different from them.
A dragon person is not a subhuman. They are different from the species that are related to the human race from the root.
A dragon person is not a person. --But why does it not work like this?
"What the hell are you guys...... what the hell are you doing!"
Her angry attacks continue to come up empty, and eventually she runs out of fury to spit out.
And so, after the dragon's wrath was exhausted, all that remained was the dragon's lamentation, which flipped miserably. The dragon swung its flying wing blade sideways, which Emilia bent down and Priscilla flew and ducked.
Then, up and down, the two sides answer Madelyn's lament at the same time.
What are you--,
"--Emily!"
"I am a concubine."
A great axe of ice and two flashing ice blades each strike Madelyn as she raises her head.
Madelyn, struck sharply by the ice blade on the corner of her head and hit hard by the ice axe on her torso, is blown right backward, unable to even catch herself.
In the midst of the battle, Madelyn's body bounced once, twice, high above the ground, which was covered with a thin layer of snow that never ceased to fall, and with the same momentum, she dove into the pile of rubble, sending up a white plume of smoke with a loud bang.
"----"
The flying winged blade that left Madelyn's hand and flew away struck the wall behind her, and the wall that had protected the fortress city from the threat from the south finally finished its task.
With one last look at the castle walls collapsing with a loud noise, Emilia slowly raises herself up and looks down at the pile of rubble that Madelyn has been trapped under, without a care in the world.
"......I think I've got it."
"I had a reasonable response. Unfortunately, it didn't have the same bite."
"Bite......?"
Priscilla advances next to her, and Emilia tilts her head as she watches the twin swords turn to dust in her hands. Somehow, she can't help but look at Priscilla's mouth, but she hasn't eaten anything.
Priscilla looked back at Emilia with her crimson eyes.
"So this is how good she is for someone who holds the rank of 'Nine Divine Generals' above the Dragons."
"I mean, the 'Nain Devain Jenerals' is one thing, but what is Dragen Peepull? They are subhumans."
"A race that is said to have died out in ancient times. They were said to have the power to communicate with dragons, which are no longer seen in this world, but I guess that was just a superstitious myth."
'Dragons...... is that something I can talk to Volcanica about too? I'm getting blurry......"
Priscilla raised her eyebrows slightly at Emilia, who cut her off with a sly smile. She then gently placed a finger over her mouth.
"I never thought such words would come out of your mouth. Have I changed my appearance somewhat?"
"--? Ah, maybe you think I'm joking? It's not a joke at all. Actually, I met Volcanica a while ago, but I've been alone for so long that it's a bit of a blur......"
Emilia hurriedly defends herself against Priscilla's reaction, which is not believable. But Emilia quickly remembered what her priority should be, "I shouldn't."
"If we beat them, we have to get Madelyn to stop the flying dragon!"
"In this cold weather, any flying dragon that slows down will be hunted in the near future."
"And in the meantime, there are still people in danger! Even Subaru and Rem could be in danger......"
"--Hmm."
Priscilla leaps to her side and Emilia heads for the rubble where Madelyn is buried. Priscilla's shapely brow furrowed at the exchange that took place over her back.
The response, however, did not reach Emilia, who was straddling the rubble with her long legs, producing ice digging rods and thrusting them into the rubble in an attempt to dig up the buried Madelyn.
Anyway, Priscilla exhales a small sigh as she watches their backs.
A move, unexpectedly delivered, led to a result, which in itself is a good thing. However, the enormous damage caused by Madelyn and the flying dragon is not something that can be erased.
Worst-case scenario, they would have to consider moving their base to the magical city of Chaos Flame and relying on their collaborator, Senior Count Serena Dracroy.
"In any case, we'll have to let them fold their wings first."
Priscilla paused to think about what lay ahead and looked up at the cloudy white sky.
How much immense mana Emilia possesses, even if limited in scope, is equal to the power of climate change, and you can choose as many moves as you want, depending on how you want to do it.
Of course, what is valued in Vollachia is not necessarily respected in Lugnica. If you decide to live in Vollachia, you will not waste your time in vain.
But Emilia's character, whatever her nature, would not survive Vollachia--,
"----"
Yes, Priscilla's eyes, which had been drawing thoughts in the sky, flickered slightly.
Her jewel-red eyes shook as she looked up and saw a slight discrepancy in the sky.
And just as Priscilla understands the nature of the discrepancy--,
"There she is! Madelyn, I'll get you out now. But please be mature and tell your story......"
"--ah"
"Huh?"
Finding the girl buried in the rubble, Emilia uses an ice digging stick to dislodge debris from the building. The dragon girl lies on her back, covered in dirt and snow, her clothes stained with dust.
Emilia listened carefully as her lips moved and a gravelly voice escaped.
Expect the words to mean that he admits defeat and makes the flying dragon retreat.
However, Emilia's hopes were dashed, and what Madelyn's lips spun was not a declaration of defeat.
She muttered only one word, a name.
"--Mezoreia."
--The next moment, the roar of the "dragon" from above the clouds rained destruction down to the ground.
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A moment after the white light was released from the sky, Emilia and Priscilla were moving at the same time.
Without a sound or a signal, a tower of ice is created, and at the top of the tower, which extends from the ground, two beauties, silver and red, dance in the air.
At the top of the tower, which instantly rose to more than ten meters above the ground, Emilia raised both hands to the sky and created a huge canopy of ice within the area where the white light was expected to land.
Inside the canopy, a smaller canopy was placed, and then another smaller canopy was placed inside the smaller canopy, and so on, until six ice canopies covered the sky.
And while Emilia was assembling the protection of ice and snow, Priscilla stretched her smooth fingers into the void and pulled out the "Yang Sword" that sheathed the space.
The sword is a gem of jewelry, red and shiny and adorned with a bewildering array of jewelry, but the light emanating from within is weak compared to when it was in its best condition.
Still, Priscilla readied her treasured sword and looked up over her head.
The next moment, the falling white light hits the outermost canopy, and in less than a second, the first, second, and third canopies are pierced, and the light approaches the ground.
But to say that the canopy, pierced and breached, did not serve its purpose is a negative.
The angle of the light changes slightly at the moment it catches and penetrates the light.
The first, second, and third sheets were slight changes, then the fourth and fifth sheets became modest changes, and a moment after the sixth sheet was broken, the way the light entered the room definitely changed.
Straight on, white light falls to the ice tower and to the two standing at the top.
As if to intercept it, a crimson shimmer is unleashed in a beautiful, brilliant, and defiant flash--,
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"----"
The sound is completely drowned out, and for the first time in his life, he experiences silence for ten seconds.
When it popped, which probably lasted less than a second in fact, the shockwave that spread from the south side of the city engulfed and overturned all directions of the walled city in full.
The ground was torn up, buildings were ripped from their foundations, people who had no shielding were flung up like dead leaves, and even a herd of flying dragons swimming through the sky was struck by the storm.
The impact of the relentless, undistinguished, all-consuming engulfment of everything hit everyone in the city.
Naturally, the injured were carried in, and in the city's best mansion, which had been turned into a temporary treatment center, Flop, who was running around tending to the injured, was also hit by the impact and slammed back against the wall.
"--ugh"
It might be in seconds, or tens of seconds, or even minutes.
He felt a strong shock from his back that felt like all his internal organs were turned upside down. There is not much pain, but it is not impossible that he may have suffered a delayed or too painful kind that he cannot feel.
If that were actually the case, he would like to go on with his uneventful days, watch his sister Medium live a safe and happy life, enjoy the sense of accomplishment that he too have successfully accomplished my revenge on the world, and not notice it until he is old and on the verge of dying in his lifespan.
Once there, it should be impossible to distinguish whether he died from wounds or from life expectancy.
"Alright, maybe it doesn't look too serious......"
Insure against insurance and carefully estimate your condition before you get up in your body.
His arms and legs move, and he has all the fingers on his hands. It seems fortunate that there are no missing ears, noses, or crushed eyes. He must be on his guard, but he must not be too pessimistic.
Shaking his head, Flop stands up, wipes his blurred vision and looks around.
Originally, the original solemn and magnificent appearance of the house was completely changed, and the inside of the house was a hellscape dominated by the smell of blood and the sound of moans. Now, the shock has been added to the scene, and the horrific state of the house has become even darker.
Some of the ones he had treated may now be in pain again or worse. He must ease their pain and reach out to them again.
"I hope the Butler and Utakata-sama are okay......"
Leaving Priscilla to deal with Madelyn who she encountered, Flop and the others joined Rem and the others in the mansion and helped deal with the wounded as best they could.
Schult, who still had flames in both eyes, helped Priscilla with this while worrying about her, and had just managed to calm herself down.
It would have been a shame to have it all ruined by a single shock.
"What in the world is......"
And then a voice looked up so painfully as Flop looked around.
If you look, it is Rem, peeking out from the back of the hall. She was one of those who had been attending to the seriously wounded who needed healing magic, and her eyes were rolling from the shock of what had just happened.
Rem, frowning as she canes herself, peeks out the window to see what has happened.
Flop is also alarmed that the flying dragons are attacking in packs, that one of the "Nine Divine Generals" is rampaging with full force, and that something more terrifying than those things has happened.
At that moment--,
"--That's weird."
Wide-eyed and with a grim expression on her face, Rem panics and heads for the door of the mansion on her feet. What did she see outside? As her back rushed out in a panic, Flop also shouted, "Ma'am!"
Pushing on his aching side and knees, Flop followed Rem as she ran outside. Then she rolled into the front yard of the mansion and crouched beside a fallen figure.
Earlier, the impact outside sent him flying, and again, he was injured.
As he approached the crouching Rem to check on her opponent, Flop was struck by the sheer force of the earlier impact, which he could not see from inside the mansion.
"This is......"
Flickering, white snowflakes are falling in Guaral. There are layers of thick clouds in that southern sky, and the sun's rays are piercing through them.
Exhaling a white breath at the sight, which could even be described as fantastic, Flop shuddered.
Suddenly, the ambient temperature dropped dramatically, and a spectacular natural phenomenon like this unfolded. Such a scene would be hard to achieve, even in a dream.
So, paradoxically, it wasn't a dream, Flop shook his head.
'Flop, I need your help. We need to carry this girl inside......"
"Yes, I understand. Even under such a mysterious sky, we can only do what we can do. We will do the best we can."
Having to do it, Flop turned around, and he tried to help Rem. Flop's blue eyes widened and his words were interrupted mid-sentence.
The reason was obvious: Rem was behind the request for their help.
Behind Rem, blown away by the earlier impact, the figure she suggested carrying to the mansion for medical attention was small. It was small, dainty, and had two black horns on its head.
Then, perhaps dazed, the girl slowly raised herself up behind Rem and was about to swing her sharp-clawed arm carelessly out of the way.
"----"
Once again, Flop experiences the sensation that the sound fades away and the flow of time is out of sync with reality.
Rem, looking at them, was unaware of the threat looming behind her. The girl who became the threat itself also seemed more like a defensive instinct than an intention to hurt Rem.
It must have been a very bad situation. She sympathizes with them, but it was a difficult story and troubling that sympathy did not change the situation.
"----"
Kuna and Holly, who are in charge of escorting the mansion, have probably taken some time to recover from the earlier impact. There is no sign of them within sight and they are not expected to cope.
Schult with both eyes burned out, Utakata helping to patch him up while enduring the struggle, Heinkel in a coma and not waking up, they can't be counted on.
If he closes his eyes, he can see his sister with a smile on her face that is just bursting to life behind her eyelids.
She swore to be strong so that her brother would not feel pain, and she became really strong. The sister, her benefactor who gave her the chance to go out into the world, and her brother-in-law, all sorts of images pass through her mind.
--Take care of your own life, Flop. Self-sacrifice is a fool's errand.
One day, a benefactor once laughed that way at Flop who was living recklessly.
Let's say Flop is the same as it was at that moment when he suddenly remembered it at this very moment.
"Call me a total idiot if you like."
Because all his favorite people clapped their hands and laughed at his answer.
"Flo--"
He stepped in, pushed Rem out of the way with his outstretched hand, pushing his thin shoulders.
And in the midst of the claws being swung out, one big idiot breaks in instead.
--Blood spilled, and Flop O'Connell fell to the cold ground.