That was a long time ago.

In the village of wild dogs... The remote village where it all began, the temple in the village......

“... Dear Loren, as your friend, I am more than happy to lend a helping hand to new friends......"

When a desperate teenager encounters a "good Samaritan" who claims to know where he comes from, who is willing to help him, and who obviously has bad intentions, will he wholeheartedly believe in this evil god who has left his mark on him and is bound to himself?

No......

Vigilance and suspicion are things that are taken for granted.

“... How could I hurt you, dear Loren, we're friends......"

Anyone who is not stupid enough to go home will not believe a single such nonsense.

So for what he said, no matter how sincere he was, Loren didn't believe a word from beginning to end.

“... Dear Loren doesn't trust anyone, just as he never trusted poor Asrael......"

Yes, this is a matter of course, but how can you trust an "evil god" who is constantly seducing you and trying to hide everything until he is about to be discovered, telling you even the slightest bit of what you need to know?

Of course you won't.

Even on the contrary, you will try to gain insight into the true, more truth from his every words, expressions and body language, and try to find everything through yourself rather than through his own active confession.

Because even if he says it, you won't believe it, and it will be regarded as a lie, or at least a lie disguised as the truth, and you will turn to your own speculation and speculation to find what you think is the truth.

“... Dear Loren, we are friends with such a surprised look on your face; Best friend, how could I abandon you......"

He saved you... In your most critical moments, you will be moved, will be willing to accept and have a little kindness towards this "evil god" who has been trying to use you and manipulate you, especially in the face of a common enemy.

But such a move is not enough to erase suspicion.

Because of you... Loren Turin... It is clear that the only reason he did this was to defeat his enemies, and that the two people, who were completely unequal in status and status, could only last for a while even if they had a so-called "false friendship", and human emotions were probably just playthings for an evil god to play with.

“... All the 'truths' are only spoken when I have to, and... It will only tell me what I 'must' know, and I won't say more than half a word......"

In a way, this is the tacit understanding between the two sides.

The two of them knew that Loren would not fully trust Asriel if the other was also a human being, and in this slightly weird, somewhat mutually exploiting situation, at least Loren was prepared to be betrayed at any time.

“... There are many reasons for this, such as making sure that dear Loren does not come into contact with an invincible being in advance......"

The "bad boy" who likes to lie never tires of continuing the lies he loves.

“... And lies can tell the truth......"

Approaching the truth step by step, revealing secrets little by little, when Loren Turin really thinks that he has seen through everything, the real "truth" is very different from what he expected at first.

As described by the Holy Cross, it is a lie that is clear at a glance and can be broken at the first pok.

"Dear Loren, you should have understood by now... Right?"

The blonde boy who turned his head, his pitiful expression was reflected in the blood-soaked vision of the black-haired wizard:

"Throughout, Asrael has only one reason to 'deceive' you... Protect dear Loren at all costs and consequences, and this last ray of life. ”

That's right, at the very moment when Seriel was about to destroy the dream world, Loren really understood... What exactly is the so-called lie at a glance?

He is reluctant to tell the truth because he knows everything and has no secrets about the Black Cross, and Asriel's mind reading can also be regarded as a hint to some extent;

The temptation to lie makes me suspicious of everything, and it also ensures my vigilance;

Leaving the mark of the evil god, he made a deal with himself, helped him build and perfect the dream world, and connected his existence to his soul......

Everything is for this moment, for this last ray of life.

Even Ariel... The other "Asreel's" insistence on killing himself is also well explained, because even then, even if the risk is so great, it is only a slim chance of winning.

The Black Cross is so powerful that it is despairing.

The Four Evil Gods of the North, Logan in a Hat, Brunhilde, Roland Turin... Everybody failed, or rather, they failed from the start, and they knew very well how slim and unrealistic what they were trying to do.

Unswerving, clinging to this last glimmer of hope, Asrael, full of unrealistic lies... became the biggest alternative among them, carefully but unswervingly put himself on this "road of no return".

All... It's all about defeating the desperately powerful Black Cross, Serol.

"Asrael !!!"

The roar of rage was accompanied by a sense of oppression that was so terrifying that it was impossible to move.

Even if he was cut off from the outside world, and at the same time, under the premise that most of his strength was lost, Seriel's void reaction was still strong enough to crush everything.

"Ahh Really, all of a sudden, my temper became irritable. ”

In front of the black-haired wizard, the blonde boy complained very casually, only the scarlet eyes were as red as blood, and he never left Loren's cheek for a moment:

"So... Dear Loren, this time it's really going to be all bet. ”

The smile was the same, but the immature voice was full of determination.

"Hmm. ”

The black-haired wizard nodded, his expression solemn.

"It's a pity, because he was killed once, and now Asriel is very weak, so weak that he can only rely on the connection with Loren to prevent it from disappearing. ”

The corners of the blonde boy's mouth showed a hint of bitterness: "The original plan... It was intended that dear Loren would directly inherit the power of the family, but now... Even if you put everything you have, there is only the power of a high-level spell left. ”

"After using up the power, I'm afraid none of the things I promised Loren will come true... I'm sorry. ”

"Although it is always said that Loren will never be deceived, this time... Looks like you're going to break your promise. ”

Asreel, who bowed his head slightly, seemed to be aggrieved and self-reproaching, and his eyes were a little evasive.

Loren smiled.

"It doesn't matter, I didn't expect it at all. ”

The blonde boy was stunned and looked up in disbelief.

"Asriel, the god of deception and deceit, the person who deals with him is always the one who is deceived, and what he gets is never what he wants, so ......" The smiling Loren and the blonde boy looked at each other:

"It's just another lie, one that is clear at a glance. ”

Asriel's expression froze slightly, then he burst out laughing.

"Poof... Poof, hahaha... Hahaha......"

The hearty laughter filled the dead dream world with a happy air.

The two of them who curled up the corners of their mouths and laughed out loud seemed to have temporarily forgotten that there was an existence behind them that could pinch them at any time.

"So... Are you ready, dear Loren?"

The blonde boy who came back to his senses and Loren looked at each other, and slowly raised his right hand, which was white to the almost translucent back of his hand, and it was a snake-like rune.

Pursing his lips, the silent Loren also revealed the mark of the evil god under his right wrist.

"There is only one chance, the hope is extremely slim, and the probability of success is probably not even one in a million, but ......" Asriel's eyes flashed:

"Definitely going to work, dear Loren... It will definitely work. ”

"The one who can defeat the Black Cross... Only you. ”

"Only you can!"

The reflection of the mirror like two completely opposite marks of the evil god burned like a brand.

The smiling Asriel dissipated little by little in front of the black-haired wizard's eyes.

Head, torso, limbs, hands and feet......

It's like charcoal that burns completely, turning into fly ash and drifting, scattering, and flying all over the sky.

The collapse means that the last bit of support belonging to the "evil god Asrael" in this life has completely dissipated, and only a few memories remain, and for the evil god, it is no different from being "obliterated".

Only the evil god mark under Loren's right wrist burned brightly, and the power of the void that escaped once again began to erode his body, consuming his energy and torturing his nerves, but ......

This time, Loren felt like he was about to fall in love with the painful sensation.

With a weak twitch and a laugh, Loren trembled and propped up his trembling right hand and aimed the Mithril Hidden Blade at his chest.

That's it... Punch it in.

"Poof!"

For a moment, my heart trembled under the tip of the sword.

Completely uncontrollably leaning back, his blurred vision watching the gushing blood spurting in the air.

With trembling lips, the name was pronounced.

Curse, death now.

"Bell!"

The spear "Dragon's Tooth" that pierced the ground supported the body that almost fell to the ground in half a step, and the chest that was gushing with blood was suddenly shocked as if it had been smashed by a heavy hammer.

And then... The scarred body was like a reawakened machine, and it began to function again, gradually being regained control by consciousness.

The wounds all over the body healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and if it weren't for the undried blood all over the body, it would have been as if it had never existed.

In just a few seconds, the black-haired wizard, who was originally dying, stood in front of the black cross again unscathed.

All this... It's just the power of a spell.

But for the sake of this single spell, Asriel gambled all his plans, all so that he could deceive the Black Cross for a moment at this last moment.

Only for a moment!

Although Loren was still locked in the power of the Void by the Dream, there was not much of Seriel's power left, and the amount left was not even one hundredth of what he had at the beginning!

"That's it?"

The voice of extreme anger echoed in Loren's ears: "A mere lie worth mentioning, a useless act like a weak person huddling together to keep warm, and feeling that the situation has been reversed with a little bit of strength?"

"Don't be presumptuous there, Loren Turin... Ants will always be ants, and that will never change!"

"Just crawl back from the brink of death and let you do your best, I only need to move a finger to put you in a desperate situation again!"

"The dying struggle is nothing but the futility of making the last despair even more terrible!"

"That's right!"

Panting for breath and sweating profusely, Loren smiled and carried the "Dawn" sword, raised the "Dragon Tooth", and aimed the tip of the gun at the face door of the black cross:

"Even if you come a thousand, ten thousand, or an infinite number of times... It is impossible to change the strength, and the gap between you and me cannot be changed, but ......"

"While the gap can't be changed, it's not necessarily the winner. ”

"In return for not interrupting us just now, although strictly speaking, it was you who failed to interrupt me, so I will tell you the craziest and most middle-class sentence I have ever heard in my previous life. Loren Turin, who spoke with a smile, had a twinkle in his eyes:

"The deceased does not die, but will rise again......

Its potential... More!"

At the same time as the black mist hit, Loren, who did not hesitate, pounced on the figure of the Black Cross from the front.

The tip of the silver "Dragon's Tooth" spear turned into a traced light, and in the blink of an eye, the distance between the two sides was shortened by only ten paces.

"Boom!"

The "Dawn" sword of the wheel dance dispersed the black mist that attacked from his side.

Losing the last of his hindrance, in addition to Seriel's figure, only the "Dragon's Tooth" was already approaching the tip of the gun on the black cross's body.

Opportunity... Only now!

His pupils shrank, and the spear in his hand stabbed out, and the spear pierced through the left hand of the black cross from the palm of his hand.

Like a burned branch, the withered arm quickly turned to the color of the black mist, rotting, dismembering, and falling apart.

Beneath the imminent tip of the gun, it turned into scattered ashes.

"Poof!"

With a distorted expression, Serol forcibly disintegrated his right arm into a black mist, blocking Loren's approach, and retreated backwards.

The black-haired wizard did not continue the pursuit, but stopped in place, picked up his big sword and easily dispersed the black mist that was blocked, and playfully looked at the somewhat embarrassed figure of the black cross.

The dignified Black Cross Serol, in front of a stranger who was completely worthless in his mouth, had to choose to avoid... Twice.

If you count Asrael's crazy taunts before..."Anger", it is impossible to describe Seriol's mood at this moment.

Black Cross, who had lost an arm, gritted his teeth, and his eyes stared at the black-haired wizard's approaching figure with a distorted expression.

Careless......

I have to admit that Asriel's plan is perfect, using his blind spot to successfully make this possibility escape from his sight, and win a glimmer of success for his revenge.

Although there is little hope, but... If Loren Turin could snatch the Holy Grail away before the dream world collapsed, maybe his plan was really possible......

will fall short because of a mere stranger!