"Black Rabbit ......"

"In! Sixteen Nights? ”

“…… That spotted loli...... Is it really the Demon King? ”

"Uh, probably...... Yes, right? ”

A pair of rabbit ears on the black rabbit's head kept flicking around, and even the short tail behind him was wagging around.

"That's how you were defeated by such a demon king?"

"No, no, no, Lord Sixteen Nights, please believe the Black Rabbit, defeating the Demon King of the former community is very, very, very terrifying!"

"I always feel that your words are not convincing now......"

"Sixteen Nights!!"

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Lying on Yakumo's lap, Pace howled and cried.

After a long time, the demon girl seemed to be tired of crying, and her voice lowered a little and began to sob.

"The ......"

"Wow-!!"

As a result, as soon as Yakumo spoke, Pace immediately tore open her throat and cried again.

And after waiting a few more minutes, the crying became a little quieter.

"I said ......"

"Wow-!!"

With a "snap", Yakumo Mo's forehead was bulging.

This girl, on purpose!

So, Yakumo raised his hand with a cold face: "If you cry again, I will continue to fight in front of everyone!" ”

"-Goo!"

Pace's cry was immediately stuck in her throat.

Looking at the way Spotted Lori twitched and twitched, Yakumo let it go, and then pointed around.

"Look, your companions, have been defeated, so...... Throw in the towel. ”

Hearing this, Pace closed her eyes slightly.

Then she opened her eyes and whispered, "Indeed...... Weser and Latin, they're gone......"

Looking at Yakumo with complicated eyes, Pester didn't know what to do for a while.

If it was before. She will not give up her long-cherished wish to take revenge on the White Yashas.

It's just that now, after being persuaded by Yakumo Mo, Pace suddenly found that his obsession with revenge against Hakuyasha was not so deep.

[What's going on......]

The demon king girl touched her heart in puzzlement.

As if seeing Pest's hesitation, Yakumo said again: "You have no chance of winning, admit defeat." ”

After a few minutes of silence, Pace finally sighed.

She knows. Don't talk about others, but in the face of Yakumo Mo, there is no chance of winning.

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-- Boundary wall, stage area.

The Fire Dragon Birth Festival operates the headquarters.

Ten hours after the start of the game.

The stained glass depicting the victims of the Black Death and the rat catchers was shattered and replaced with stained glass depicting the Weser River. At the next moment when the article "Breaking the False Inheritance and Establishing the True Inheritance" became a reality, the two conditions for the contestant's victory were all fulfilled - Pace had surrendered.

The participants' horizons suddenly shattered, and then expanded again.

As far as the eye can see, you can see the minarets and chandeliers in the stage area.

A town that simulates a dusk scene appears in front of everyone.

While the participants were still standing. White Yasha suddenly appeared in front of everyone like a mist.

The appearance of scratching her head and looking embarrassed is actually quite in line with her appearance and age.

"Guys, this war has been well behaved. As a ruler of the Eastern class, I must express my gratitude...... and apologies. Even though I put on a great appearance, I ended up being sealed from beginning to end. Oops, I'm really sorry......"

Hayasha was ashamed, but no one really spoke out against him.

The trust that everyone placed in her as the ruler of the strongest class will not be shaken by this level of things.

After the White Yaksha thanked her, Sandora took a step forward. Open your hands.

"--The game of the Demon King is over, and we are waiting for the victory!"

There was a burst of cheers from the audience.

After hearing what the Dominators had to say. The crowd finally felt the taste of victory.

Some people are liberated from the curse.

Some weep because their comrades have been saved.

Some people are relieved that the threat of the Demon King is gone.

The White Yaksha, who looked at these scenes kindly, gave orders to the participants:

"Immediately heal the wounded, and help the uninjured. Wait until these are over...... Rewards will be given for the merits of defeating the Demon King, and the birth festival will be continued, and a celebration will be held at the same time. Those who have a number in their hearts will wait with joy and excitement and anticipation, right?"

The anticipatory call of the White Yaksha made the cheers even louder.

The communities start activities together to clean up the mess after the game.

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-- Boundary wall, stage area. Foothills of Dawn. Art exhibition hall.

While the participants were busy preparing for the victory celebration, Yakumo Mo accompanied Asukina to the inside of the large hollow in the art exhibition hall.

"You say, those elves are the 130 children of Hamel's Pipers who died in a natural disaster. And then they gave you their last masterpiece, a Red Three Gundam, to use against that Trom? ”

"That's probably true, but can you call someone by their name [Dean]? It's not a red Gundam with three Gundams! ”

"Oh yes. Aren't they all the same? ”

"At least there are no horns!"

"Oh, that's the Red Triple Speed Gundam."

"Ink !!!!!"

"Ahaha...... Just kidding, kidding......"

While talking and laughing with Asukina, the two of them came to the hidden door in the rock wall deep inside the Great Hollow.

It is obviously the interior of the boundary wall, but there is still the deepest part of the sun's rays.

Coming here, Assuna suddenly sighed: "Hamel's magic book is gone, is this really good?" ”

[Yes, in this way, we can also go back to the original era in the form of expectations.] ]

Many voices echoed through the Great Hollow, and they were the elves of the 130 people believed to have died in the town of Hamel.

"You want to go back?"

Yakumo frowned slightly—they had all already been sacrificed.

"You have died in history, and even if you go back to the original era, the end you can meet is only another death, is that okay? Why don't you stay? "Asukina sent out an invitation.

The elves were silent.

An atmosphere of haunting enveloped the space.

[Asuka, we are glad that you were able to extend the invitation, and with that statement, our long journey was worth it.] ]

[But we have to go back in order to compile the later era.] ]

[Also to write a new fairy tale of the Piper Hamel.] ]

June 26, 1284.

130 children were lured out by the piper and disappeared near the execution ground.

Then, they came to a new land and founded a new town.

Children who left their parents and went down the Weser River, playing flutes and singing songs, towards an unknown land.

Not through the hands of others, but from the beginning of oneself and others, a community called [Town].

In the new fairy tale, the Pied Piper is no longer a demon, but a leader who builds a new community.

"Is that ......?"

Yakumo nodded.

"Since this is your own choice, then all we can do is bless."

[[[[[[Thank you...... It's true...... Thank you...... Finally, allow us to entrust our 131st companion to you...... Please take good care of her......]]]]]]

"Asuka?"

The elf he had met before suddenly appeared on Asukina's shoulder, and his little hand grabbed her hair and called softly.

With a little wetness in the corners of her eyes, Assuna gently held the elf down.

"From now on, will you call Mel?"

"Mel?"

"Yes, Mel."

“…… Well! Mel! Mel! (To be continued.) )