After talking on the phone with the other side, Aikawa collapsed on the couch again.

“……”

There's a lot of information to be obtained.

William Orville. A magical mercenary from England who does not belong to a group. Of course, not always born Roman Orthodox Christians, there is a record of being baptized in the Puritan Church in England as a child. Fighting alone, he has been constantly active, and what he is best at is attacking enemy strongholds.

The magic name is "Flere210". Flere means "tears" in Latin. I don't know what it means. But for William Orville, there must be a reason to have it engraved on his chest. At the same time, he said that he had the overwhelming strength to carve it into his chest - of course, this has nothing to do with Aikawa, and the information he wants to obtain is later.

"William Orville is not the kind of person who tries to solve all the problems in front of him with violence. For example, in conflicted areas where medical equipment was scarce, he would spread knowledge of medicinal herbs that could be used in medicine to reduce mortality, and teach residents how to eat burdock in famine villages...... It is also very active in ways other than the war. Some people are even called "sages". 」

This is something that only people who truly understand the reality of war can do.

Some problems cannot be solved by sending large numbers of troops and donating money. Feel the air of the battlefield firsthand, understand what the local people need, and then teach "what they can do", not temporarily, but permanently improve their quality of life. It seems that the person in the rear water does not seem to be a fool who can only fight.

"So this kind of person is definitely not going to show his skills in the densely populated Seventh School District. If he had been committed to the policy of minimizing the shedding of blood, he would not have fought his brother in a place where it was easy to get involved in innocent people. ”

That is to say-

"My brother made the water. ”

But why, for what purpose, and for what purpose?

"Will be enough to blow away the entire underground street of water transfer...... What the hell is going on?"

Gross lack of motivation.

"Forget it, it's not that it's not really a problem. Anyway, what is certain at the moment is that this seemingly random act has some kind of intention, although for me, maybe it's just an uncertain intention. But it doesn't matter!"

- It's not an instinctive act.

Rather, it is a deliberate action.

Suffice it to know this.

Jumping up from the couch, Jun Aikawa walked over to the computer and fired a hard volley at the frame.

“…… Well, there's really no picture coming out of it. ”

Can't you think of an old-fashioned television set? Casually equating the latest computer with a TV set from the last century, Aikawa soothed his muscles.

"So, let's go. ”

Otherwise, the article will be dead.

With a mocking smile, Aikawa walked out of the private room.

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(Woo...... ）

Wuhe's consciousness was interrupted for a while.

After slowly regaining consciousness, the first thing I smelled was rust. Next comes pain. The brain sensed this, and the tsunami-like pain immediately hit the whole body. The sense of sight and hearing, which is usually the most relied on, is the slowest.

Gloomy darkness.

Despair buried in blue.

Steel bars broke everywhere on the iron bridge, asphalt roads shattered, and sand and dust flew everywhere.

The night scene where the two of them were walking together just now has been shattered into this tragic state.

Also, the feeling of the handle of the gun in the hand.

"Huh?"

Wuhe, who finally recalled the situation, hurriedly propped up his hands and tried to get up.

Something sticky was felt in the palm of your hand.

Warm, dizzying rust smell. The true appearance of the bright red liquid is quite simple.

Blood.

But Wuhe did not shed so much blood. It should be said that if so much blood is shed, it should be difficult for her to maintain consciousness. This is not red ink or other liquids. Undoubtedly human blood.

Whose blood would that be?" she thought, but was about to deny it at once.

There's no need to think about it.

It's just that the upper strip is hemp.

"Are you awake? ”

If you think about it calmly, you should be able to see the water in the rear standing in front of you with a weapon in hand.

"Then get out of the way of me from there. My blow was so powerful that it could ripple through the world if I used all my might. ”

This sentence did not enter the consciousness of Wuhe. Her shoulders fluttered slightly, and slowly, slowly turned to her back.

During the period when Wuhe passed out, the things that have been leaning on him until now.

Losing his strength and slumping on the ground, his face was red with blood, and his eyes could neither be closed nor opened, and he stopped in a half-open state like a broken automatic door. Obviously, the pain in his whole body almost felt like he was going to tear his body apart, but the boy's body still didn't move.

Is he dead or alive?

Even this cannot be judged.

Just looking at the physical distance, there is only a little bit between the two, but even this little distance still makes Wuhe unable to understand the real situation.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Wuhe's ability to judge was shattered.

The real threat of the water in the rear completely disappeared from her mind. Even though the enemy was in front of her, she moved her hands red with the blood of others, collected the asphalt debris scattered around, took out a wet hand towel, reached into the pocket of her blood-stained pants and took out her purse.

The magic of the Amakusa-style Cross Cult does not use strange spells or spiritual costumes.

It's everyday items that are readily available.

Gowa reassembles the magical residues hidden in these everyday objects in an attempt to perform a healing spell that can stop bleeding, plug wounds, and fill lost life force. For the girl named Wuhe, the "problems" and "battles" in front of her are completely focused on whether the boy is dead or alive.

In fact, despite being in an extremely chaotic situation, Gowa's movements were quite swift and sure.

Regeneration magic is activated in an instant.

Uejo's body, which was completely motionless, flew out pale balls of light. The green light looks like a firefly. These lights try to enter the cracks in the cracked skin.

But

Syllable!

The recovery magic composed of five harmony was suddenly destroyed without leaving a trace.

The reason is quite clear.

“…… Woo, ahh ”

Gowa's spirit moved uncertainly, and his eyes moved from Kamijo's face to his right hand.

Right hand.

Phantom Killer.

"Woo whoa, a

Gowa shouted loudly, reassembling the destroyed healing magic, but it didn't make sense. Once the magic is activated, it is destroyed, but the recombination is still destroyed. Even if you use everyday necessities that are available everywhere, you will quickly run out of them if you use them like this. When she came back to her senses, she found that there was nothing left to use to activate the healing magic.

"Enough. ”

Seeing Wuhe, who had been struggling and refusing to give up, the water in the rear said this.

But Wuhe ignored him at all.

Looking at Wuhe, who kept screaming, the water in the rear didn't say much.

Wordlessly, he raised his foot high and kicked it at Gowa's back, who was squatting on the ground.

Bang! The screaming stopped.

The strength of her hands and feet vanished with the sound of violence. It seems to be unconscious.

"Hmph. ”

Disdainful of Wuhe who fell to the ground, the water behind him re-erected the huge iron rod.

The original purpose.

His goal was simply to lose consciousness of the upper strip's right hand.

However, the water in the rear was not able to swing the iron rod smoothly.

It's not that he's relented at this point.

"Personally, I'd recommend that you'd better not do it. ”

A man stood in front of the water behind him.

- Red.

Representing a powerful color, standing in front of him as a matter of course.

It's like the tallest wall in the world.

"After all, something very interesting is going to happen. ”

Ignoring all the ups and downs, the red contractor smiled happily.

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"Interesting?"

The brow of the water behind furrowed.

Jun Aikawa, the strongest contractor of mankind. This teenager, whom he had only met once a year earlier, had many impressions on him - naïve, powerful, arrogant, free, chaotic, and doing whatever he wanted. Although there may be a few that don't match him, he can be sure that what this person says is "funny" is definitely not a good thing.

As if seeing through what the water behind him thinks, Aikawa's smile is even brighter.

"yes, that's interesting. It's so interesting that your worldview will be reorganized. It's funny that everyone here will be killed in an instant (except for me, of course). It's so much fun that even this planet can't handle it. ”

"Hmph, what the hell are you trying to say?"

"One day. ”

Aikawa cocked his index finger.

"Give them a day. They were allowed to anesthetize and cut off Kamijo's right hand during this time. I'll leave it to you in the end, how?"

The contractor's conditions were not excessive, so that the water in the rear thought for a moment.

"-What if I don't agree?"

"You can't disagree because that's who you are. ”

It's only been less than a minute since they met, but they look like someone who has been with an old friend for more than ten years. William Orville was silent for a moment.

And then—

"Good. ”

Nodding, he agreed.

"It's too cruel to pull out his arm here without even anesthesia. Even if I give you some time to prepare your prosthetic leg, I can spare him if the right hand, the center of this riot, is cut off and given to us before the deadline. ”

But. The water in the rear is facing away from Aikawa.

"I'm just waiting for a day. ”