Volume 2, Chapter 4: The Deadly Seven. Deadly_Sins.
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Part 1
The two faced each other in the faded and expansive area.
ââŚâ
Kamijou ignored the weakly breathing Himegami Aisa because of a lack of time. She had expended all of her energy and had even risked her life to stop him. Thus, if he truly wanted to be considerate, it was imperative that he quickly stop the alchemist in front of him.
The distance was ten meters. Facing a man who could turn words into reality, it was a distance long enough to cause despair.
"âŚ"
Kamijou still stepped forward. There was no reason to stop walking and no reason to turn back. Rather fighting be his only option, it was what Kamijou wanted to do.
"âŚ"
There was no need for words or signals. The battle between the esper and alchemist began. The goal was simple: defeat him.
"Phew!"
Kamijou exhaled slightly and explosively charged at Aureolus. The alchemist simply took out one of his needles and stabbed his neck.
A distance of only ten meters was closable in four steps. Four steps was all Kamijou needed.
âSuffocate.â
The moment he took his first step, he lost all momentum. His neck felt like it was tied by steel wires and automatically bent down. Feeling like he was just poisoned, Kamijou used his right hand to grab the throat. This was the same method he had used to retake his stolen memories and return Himegami her life after being ordered to die.
But this time, Kamijou did not regain his breathing. It felt like something deep in his throat was obstructing his breathing.
Calm down! Calm down! Kamijou released his right hand from his neck and heard his throat release a strange noise. What did he order? Use a rope to tie the neck? No, wait! It was more ambiguous⌠he told me to suffocate!
Kamijou proceeded to stuff one of his fingers into his mouth as if trying to forcibly vomit something he had eaten. As the finger reached deep into his throat, with the urge to vomit came a PAH! He heard the sound of shattering glass and could breathe once more.
The entire event lasted a mere five seconds. But, against Aureolus, who could turn any sentence into a weapon, they were five seconds of toying. Aureolus once again stabbed his neck and nonchalantly extricated it.
âBe electrocuted.â
The moment he finished speaking, blue-white sparks surrounded Kamijou from all directions. Before Kamijouâs body could even freeze, the electric vortex burned the air and rushed for Kamijou.
â...!â
Kamijou raised his hand. It was a response he had not planned but the lone right hand still took the role of a lightning rod, absorbing the electricity. The sparks that interacted with the hand trembled like a snake that devoured poison, and then silently vanished.
I can dispel itâŚ
For Kamijou, excitement surpassed tension as his heart began to race. His opponent, however, narrowed his eyes and stabbed his neck once more.
âBe strangled and be crushed.â
For a moment, the floor rippled like the surface of water and numerous ropes flew about, painfully choking Kamijouâs neck. At the same time, a rusted car fell down from the twisting ceiling.
I can dispel it!
Kamijou simply waved his right hand and the tied ropes broke like soaked paper bags while the rusted car morphed into a coarse, sugar-like powder, disappearing into the air. Aureolus removed the needle like he was scratching off a poisonous bug.
I can dispel it! That should be enough! My right hand dispels this guyâs attacks! If he attacks verbally, it means thereâll be an attack. Itâs nothing if I deal with it calmly!
As Aureolus was the type to state his commands, it meant his attacks were predictable. It was like a card game that tested human responses. Like if one heard the word âelectrocuted,â he could guess what attack it would become. It took less than a second to predict the attack. In normal brawling, there was no second of reprieve. Boxers had 0.3 seconds before a punch landed and, though each attack was terrifyingly powerful, the speed of Aureolusâ commands was like that of ordinary punches.
With such things in mind, the fear of not knowing what attack will come was gone, like the worry of a delinquent bringing a knife to childrenâs fights. Aureolus noted Kamijouâs reason for confidence and frowned.
âI see. Truly, that right hand can dispel my Ars Magna Imbued Gold without exception.â The alchemist was still confident, causing the boy some puzzlement. âHowever, that would mean that the negation effect wonât occur as long as it doesnât touch your right hand, hm?â
Kamijouâs body went numb.
âForm a pistol in my hand. Load with magic bullets. Application is firing. One will suffice.â The alchemist seemed rather excited as he stabbed his neck.
As Aureolus gently waved his hand, a sword appeared. At first impression, it was a Western sword that a fairy tale prince would use, but was slightly different. Where the hilt should have been was a pirateâs musket pistol. It was a sort of gun with a strange projectile.
The attack approaching, Kamijou tensed.
"Begin to fire at a speed that surpasses human motion recognition.â
Seemingly desiring to rip apart the air, he swung the Western sword horizontally, which came with the sound of exploding gunpowder. The next instant, Kamijou felt something barely brush past his face and, after that, blue-white bullets struck the wall behind him and exploded.
ââŚ!â
It was actually none to extravagant: the musketâs trigger was pulled. However, how could the human eye see a magic bullet that ripped through the very air? Kamijou had raised his hand but did not react. The destructiveness of bullets was easier to understand, making him more nervous than esper powers or magic normally would.
The speed was completely different from that of the fake Aureolusâ Limen Magna. It was irrelevant to magic or esper powers. A magic bullet could not be endured by human flesh, becoming a sort of killing blow.
Aureolus revealed a satisfied expression and removed the needle.
âMass produce the previous process. Simulation firing with ten Hidden Rifle Imperceptible Rifles.â
With those words, ten muskets appeared in his hands, five in each in a metallic fan-like array. If those guns were fired, Kamijou Touma would inevitably fail to avoid or dodge.
Iâve got to⌠run!
Kamijou had decided to run before the firing. Though he knew it was a pointless struggle, he actively tried to flee. Then, he realized that behind Kamijou, at his feet, Himegami was still barely breathing. Even further behind, Stiyl was immobile.
âIDIOT! WHY ARE YOU STOPPING!?â yelled Stiyl with shock.
âPreparations complete. Ten hidden rifles: fire simultaneously.â
With his command, ten blazing, blue-white bullets struck Kamijou. Kamijouâs body was covered with what felt like fists wearing brass knuckles. The word âfireâ failed to describe the speed. The high-speed sniping was untraceable while even editing a recording of it.
"Ugh⌠arghâŚ!"
Luckily, the magic bullets were not fatal. Hit all over by the old-style bullets, blood spilled everywhere. He was shot back, bounced off the floor like a rubber ball and finally stopped once he had crashed into something, specifically Stiylâs body. In the end, the distance had widened by seven meters. Though he was in so much pain he thought his bones were broken, he could still move. Of course, this was not luck. The alchemist had already warned that he would not kill him so easily.
Apparently happy with the outcome, Aureolus raised a hand at Kamijou.
ââŚTch. What kind of joke was that? Itâs almost like you can actually distort reality with your words.â Before Aureolus could speak, Stiyl cut in, causing him to divert his attention that way.
âHmph. Ars Magna is the pinnacle of alchemy. It might be hard to obtain, but, if I continue to pursue it, naturally it will become obtainable.â
âThatâs not possible! Though Ars Magnaâs theory is complete, the incantation is way too long. It canât be completed with one or two hundred years! The incantation canât be shortened and passing it on becomes a telephone game of error in the ritual!â said Stiyl while giving Kamijou a look.
Kamijou nodded with understanding. Since Aureolusâ method of attack was to turn his words into reality, they just needed to divert his attention and safely take away his intention to attack.
Stiyl continued to distract Aureolus while giving Kamijou hints. While Iâm buying time for you, think of some ways to counter this!!
âThis is actually a trifle.â Aureolus, ignorant of it all, continued. âHmph. Itâs true I couldnât complete the ritual in one or two hundred years. But thatâs just one person chanting it, right? From father to son, son to grandson, such a method would result in error like a game of telephone⌠thatâs the logic, but thereâs no need to pass it down, right?â
ââŚWhat?â Stiyl frowned slightly
Then, Index dejectedly spoke. âItâs the Gregorian Chant. By manipulating 2,000 people to make them chant simultaneously, the chant will complete at least 2000 times faster. A ritual that takes 400 years would be completed in less than 7 days.â
Rather than passed down, it was chanted at once. Kamijou stared at her face. At first, he thought she had derived it from the 103,000 grimoires but he realized that, in a world where no one had managed to complete Ars Magna, there was no book to reference. She had deduced it from the current information.
âIn fact, I thought there would be a multiplication effect in the spell that would cause it to drastically increase. But, I only managed to increase it by 120 fold, so it was overall unsuccessful.â
Kamijou gathered his thoughts that were slipping away and examined his surroundings. He could still move his body and he was seven meters from Aureolus, not too far. If he could dodge his attack, he could attack him.
â120 fold⌠you finished it in only half a day?â Stiyl spoke with extreme seriousness. âBut this is the home of espers. If these people used the Gregorian Chant with their bodies, theyâd explode and die!â
Kamijou looked around but found nothing usable as a weapon. He rummaged through I pocked and felt something hard and cold but nothing suitable as a weapon.
Two shots. If Kamijou could dodge two of Aureolusâ commands, he could close the distance.
âHavenât you noticed?â Aureolus titled his head. âCanât I just repair spoiled goods like a collapsed building?â
For a moment, Kamijou stopped to stare at Aureolus.
âAh, didnât I tell you? Today wasnât the first time those students died.â He said carelessly.
âYOU BASTARD!â Kamijouâs mind blurred from the anger.
âItâs true. Iâm not stupid enough to ignore my own sins⌠Yes, I brought failure upon myself. Even so, I still believed there was someone I needed to save. In the end, I ended up with this unexpected outcome.â Aureolus removed a needle and tossed it aside like drawn poison.
âYOU BASTARD!â
Kamijou had stood before Aureolus had given the order.
Kamijou grabbed the object in his pocket as Aureolus prepared to give the next command to kill the standing Kamijou.
Before he could speak, the boy threw the phone at Aureolus.
ââŚ?â For a moment, he was truly stunned, which Kamijou utilized to begin his run.
A cell phone could not defeat an Alchemist, but it was a distraction to buy time and close the distance. Predictably, it was distracting.
âAbort the throw. Turn it into a pointlessly thrown pebble!â
In that short time, Kamijou approached, fully capable of defending against Aureolusâ next command. There was chance to turn it around!
âBring a pistol into my hand. Used for shooting. Finish according to preparations!â
On the other hand, if Kamijou failed to evade, it was over.
Aureolus fired ten musket-swords. SLASH! The empty weapons dropped onto the floor, sounding like a secret code as the weapons reappeared in the alchemistâs hands.
Kamijouâs face twitched tensely as Aureolus was about to say the crucial word.
âINNOCENTIUS!â Stiylâs roar interrupted.
Stunned, the boy turned to Stiyl. Thatâs impossible, right? Isnât that thing summoned with the runes all over the dorm? Besides, Innocentius was stationed in the student dorm to protect Index.
It was apparently a hoax, a hoax meant to slightly extend Kamijouâs lifespan.
Aureolusâ burning, cannon-like eyes glared at Stiyl.
âFloat into the sky, Father from London.â Aureolus said it quietly, as if preparing for an execution.
Once he had finished, Stiylâs body floated into the air like gravity was forgotten everywhere below the ceiling. Kamijou automatically stopped. Imagine Breaker was capable of negating the command but, a simpleton would have known they were much too far away.
âYOU IDIOT! ITâS EASY FOR YOU TO BEAT AUREOLUS! THAT GUYâS WEAKNESS IS THE NEEDLE! YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THAT MEDICAL STUFF!â growled Stiyl to have the frozen Kamijou move.
Aureolus glowered at Stiyl with razor sharp eyes. âExplode from the inside, rune magician.â
With a mysterious and uncomfortable noise, as commanded, the rune magician had expanded like a balloon and then exploded. Blood, flesh, bones and internal organs splattered the area. Flesh and blood stained the ceiling, making a large oval shape. The entire room, covered in the human body, was like one large museum created from the magicianâs flesh.
ââŚ!â
The truly terrifying thing was the fact that the blood vessels were intact, the heart undamaged. Like the map of a train, the visible heart pumped blood through the long blood vessels into the internal organs and back into the heart.
He was alive. Even like that, Stiyl Magnus was alive.
Pala palaâŚ
Rune cards scattered like sakura petals from possibly the magicianâs pockets.
Thump! Index, who was sitting blankly on the table, had fainted at the cruel image.
âDa-Damn it!â
Kamijou hurriedly tried to think of a way to prevent the horrifying situation from paralyzing him and tried to hold back the voice wanting to cry out. Stiyl had never asked Kamijou to save him. He knew this would become the result but still told Kamijou the important words. It was imperative that Kamijou thoroughly analyzed the enormous clue.
YOU IDIOT! ITâS EASY FOR YOU TO BEAT AUREOLUS! THAT GUYâS WEAKNESS IS THE NEEDLE! YOU SHOULD UNDERSTAND THAT MEDICAL STUFF!
Kamijou began to decipher his words.
Needles... medical stuff?
Aureolus had repeatedly used needles to stab his neck. Stabbing needles into his own neck⌠was that the reference? Academy City used various drugs as a part of the esper development program which meant it had vast pharmaceutical and medicinal knowledge unknown to the outside world. Like remember English words during a vocabulary test, Kamijouâs mind pieced together its understanding of acupuncture.
From the standpoint of regulating breathing through Asian medicine and factors, acupuncture therapyâs purpose was the stimulation of the nerves to reduce pain or control internal organ functions. In a time period lacking anesthesia, it was an important part of treatment that was like magic.
But... what about it? Kamijou tilted his head and continued to analyze.
The fact that modern operations abandoned acupuncture meant that it was ineffective in humans and did not have truly desired effects on the mind and body like anesthetics. The most it could accomplish was stimulate endorphin secretion to feel happier and more excited, and relieve some anxiety.
Anxiety?
âChange the contents. Stop shooting the hidden rifle. Use the bayonet to eliminate the intruders.â
Kamijou stood idly by as he forgot to run forward. With Aureolusâ words, he recovered. The musketsâ bayonets in the alchemistâs hands aimed at Kamijou were spinning, signs of death.
Despite the imminent danger, Kamijouâs suspicions were not ignorable. With one suspicion came a chain reaction creating more suspicions.
Thatâs right. Itâs too weird.
In Himegami and Stiylâs case the alchemist had said âdieâ and âexplodeâ to kill them. If he could truly do anything, was it not simpler to command that Kamijou lose the ability in his right hand?
Thatâs right! Somethingâs not right!
If he could do anything, why did he need vampires and Deep Blood? If he could create anything, could he not create vampires with his own power?
Thatâs right. Thereâs something wrong with this!
Also, if Aureolus Izzard could do anything he desired, why did Index ignore him?
What if Aureolus Izzardâs ultimate Ars Magna did not alter reality through his words but through his thought?
âDo-Donât tell me⌠I seeâŚâ
It was no wonder Stiyl had told him that it was a simple matter for Kamijou to defeat the alchemist. Because Aureolus understood the powers of Stiyl, Index and Himegami, they could not defeat him. But, Kamijou was an exception. Having met for the first time today, Aureolus had no grasp on the strangerâs strength.
IMPOSSIBLE! HIMEGAMI AISAâS DEATH WAS ALREADY DECIDED! DOES YOUR RIGHT HAND POSSESS SOME SORT OF HOLY VATICAN SECRET ART!?
Anxious was certainly nervous at the time. For an omnipotent being to have anxiety in his heartâŚ
âI understand. So itâs like that.â Kamijou muttered lightly. It was unimpressive and even simple after understanding the truth.
âHmph. It seems the source of your confidence is that mysterious right hand of yours.â Aureolus calmly stared at the spacey Kamijou, stabbing his neck with another needle. âIf thatâs the case, Iâll start by cutting off your right hand. Hidden rifle: rotate-fire your blade!â
Soundless, Aureolus swung his right hand, sending the bayonet spinning at Kamijou with the terrifying speed of an electric fan. He himself barely saw the trajectory of the blade and what actually flew over.
One moment, the musket-sword rested in the alchemistâs hand.
One moment, it had severed Kamijouâs arm and stabbed into the back wall.
It felt like a hot knife had sliced through butter as Kamijouâs right arm was sliced neatly down his shoulder.
His right arm rotated in midair. It was painless and heatless. Kamijou stared absentmindedly at his detached arm.
My right handâs been sliced off?
Kamijou stared at the spinning arm.
An omnipotent person who can crush my heart heard with a single sentenceâŚ
His mind had not been distorted from pain or fear as his thoughts reached the ultimate question.
âŚchose to slice off my right hand?
He combined his suspicions to formulate his answer.
Heâs definitely someone who can do what he wantsâŚ
Eventually, fresh blood gushed out of severed joint.
But canât do anything to the power of my right hand?
He still felt no pain and no heat.
He could only slice off my right arm to take away Imagine Breaker?
The arm spun in the air until it hit something hard, dropping to the floor.
Eventually, he found the answer from the various suspicions. He knew what he had to do and the rest was simply.
Faced with such an unexpected response, Aureolus backed away. The boy with one arm was absolutely sneering.
Is he crazy from pain and fear!? No, thatâs not rightâŚ
His smile was one of confidence, a very natural smile that indicated his belief of victory. To remain normal in that critical situation was most abnormal
What⌠Whatâs going on? Aureolus was more dissatisfied than afraid. Though he did not know what thoughts ran through the boyâs head, the victor was already decided. In which case, there was no reason to feel unhappy.
Deciding to end his life, he impatiently tossed aside a needle and began his commands. âHidden rifle appears in my hand. Load with magic bullets. One will suffice.â Swinging his right hand, and as commanded, a Western sword with a rapid-fire musket pistol appeared in his hand. Rather satisfied with his perfect magic, he continued. âApplication is crushing. Following the original rifle concept, fire the blade to crush preyâs head into pieces!â
Aureolus squeezed the trigger and the magic bullet loaded with gunpowder flew toward the eyeball of the maniacally laughing boy. Though a low-velocity projectile, it would still pierce the brain if it hit the eyeball. Still, it was not a velocity that humans could dodge and not a defendable force. The boy could do little more but stare and watch as his brain was splattered like a tomato.
âŚBut nothing happened.
"What?" Aureolus began to distrust his very own eyes as the blue magic bullet aimed precisely at the boyâs eye had somehow grazed the stagnant boy, hitting the wall behind him.
Did I miscalculate the distance? NoâŚ
Aureolus commanded once more. âRepeat the previous command. Application is strafe firing. Simultaneously fire ten hidden rifles!â
The discussed ten rifles appeared out of thin air and fired bullets like a bouquet of flowers. However, the ten accurately aimed bullets all proceeded to fly past the boy, leaving him unharmed.
A MISSFIRE!? HOW COULD THAT!? Stunned, Aureolus stared at the boy who had escaped death twice. The bleeding shoulder gushed unbelievable amounts of fresh bled from the sliced joint, splattering blood onto his face, covering it with blood.
The boy still spoke. As if the vilest parts of his body were gushing from the sliced arm, the boy continued to smile.
In response, the offender decided to give the command for a third attempt at killing his enemy.
But he didnât do anything. He evaded Ars Magna twice!?
He stopped his actions as he felt doubt. He knew the abilities of his spell the best and he knew they were not attacks evadable through luck.
Donât tell me heâs planning something I didnât foresee!?
In his heart, the boy seemed to laugh as he stuck his tongue out, licking the blood on his lips like sauce. Even a fallen vampire would not have reveled in its own blood!
WHATâSâGOINGâON? Aureolus could not stop the anxiety bubbling from within. WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS GUY? HE CAN STILL FIGHT WITH THAT BODY? WITHOUT A RIGHT ARM? IMPOSSIBLE! TOTALLY ILLOGICAL! THIS GUY WILL DIE FROM THE INTENSE BLOOD LOSS! ITâS ALRIGHT. THEREâS NO PROBLEM! THERE SHOULD BE NO PROBLEM! THEREâS NO PROBLEM BUTâ!
It was the moment that anxiety had formed in his heartâŚ
The boy had lost his right hand, and with it, his powers. That pitiable image seemed to mutter, sneer and laugh as it stared at the alchemist.
âKu⌠ah⌠Ugh. Damn you⌠YOU WONâT SURVIVE BEFORE THE EXISTENCE OF MY ARS MAGNA! DEPLOY A COUNTLESS NUMBER OF GUILLOTINES TO QUICKLY DISMANTLE THAT BODY!â
As he had finished speaking, numerous, enormous guillotines appeared on the ceiling space above the boyâs head like the cracking of the surface. Each was a blade of execution weighing over 100 kilograms. Before those murderous tools of gravity, Kamijou simply sneered, intending to neither evade nor defend.
ITâS ALRIGHT! HE CANâT GET AWAY FROM THIS! IT WILL HIT! HEâLL DIE AS HEâS MASSACRED! I GAVE THE ORDER! I GAVE AN ORDER I GAVE AN ORDER I GAVE AN ORDER! IT SHOULD BE ALRIGHT! THEREâS NO NEED TO WORRY! Aureolus repeated consolations in his heart over and over and over again. As long as events unfolded as he had commanded, the boy would die. Though he would surely die, doubts continued to creep into heart as if his silent wish was to remove his heartâs anxieties.
As Aureolus had wished, an infinite number of enormous guillotines appeared above him⌠as the boy sneered. His expression seemed to say that he knew Aureolusâ weaknesses.
Ku. DAMN IT! WHY!?
The alchemist had no hesitation as he glared at Kamijou like he wanted to pierce him through.
âDIE! BOYâ"
Before his roaring command had completed, doubts crept into his mind.
Can I really kill him with just that word?
With trembling hands, he tried to take the needle out of his neck but caused numerous unused needles to drop onto the floor, something he had no time to worry about. Aureolus Izzard trembled as he stared at Kamijou. The formerly piercing gaze became as blunt as a rusted blade. Unbelievably, his control over his legs seemed limited as he stumbled away, stepping on something, crushing some of the numerous needles dropped onto the floor.
Ars Magna turned a personâs wishes into reality. But, once Aureolus believed that he could not win, could not defeat someone, those also became reality, becoming a double-edged sword. It was the reason why he could not create vampires and needed Deep Blood for his goals. The doubts in his heart that he âcould not create thisâ were why he could not form them in reality.
Each and every order was like a bullet. If he were to simply think, numerous random thoughts would have mixed in. Thus, the ambiguousness of the order would have prevented its occurrence. Gathering his concentration, he could fire his command like a bullet. And, like when learning English words, reciting out loud simplified the process.
Ars Magna was not a spell that turned anything spoken into reality but a spell that turned imagination into reality. Aureolus Izzard had lost control of his verbal ability. Before, he converted ambiguous thoughts into words and automatically created reality. It was like a handgun that fired without human interface. In order to prevent such a situation, he had prepared a countermeasure.
DAMN IT. WHERE ARE MY NEEDLES? WHY DID THEY LAND ON THE FLOOR!? I USED NEED THEM TO EASE MY ANXIETY! WITHOUT THEMâ!â In shock, Aureolus held his breath. IF I DONâT HAVE THEM WHAT WILL HAPPEN? STOP? NO! STOP THINKING! IF I CONTINUE TO THINKING THEYâLL BECOME PERMANENT!
The more he considered running away, the further his thoughts divulged. It was a known fact that he could not stop. If he did stop, it meant he had consented to his own powerlessness. Like a rolling snowball, Aureolusâ doubts went out of control and lost all meaning.
The boy before him said nothing. He said nothing and only silently walked, causing Aureolus even more anxiousness. He could not stop the boy and did not know what to order to do so. Aureolus Izzard could do nothing but wait until the boy closed in like a scarecrow.
Somehow, the boy was already there.
They faced each other with Index and the table between then. It was an event of irony. At that point, the alchemist was like prey frozen by the gaze of a snake.
THATâS RIGHT! STIYL. INDEX. HIMEGAMI AISA. I KNOW ALL OF THEM. I KNEW THEIR POWERS AND THE FACT THEY WERENâT A MATCH FOR MY ARS MAGNA. ONLY THIS BOY IS DIFFERENT!! I MET THE BOY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND DONâT KNOW HIS POWER! I DONâT KNOW IF ARS MAGNA GOLDEN ALCHEMY IS EFFECTIVE ON HIM!!!
OI!
Suddenly hearing the boyâs voice, Aureolus trembled like a child being lectured.
âYOU DIDNâT THINK THAT YOU COULD GET RID OF MY IMAGINE BREAK BY JUST CUTTING OFF MY RIGHT HAND, DID YA!?!â
Kamijou bared his fangs while his eyes seemed to glow reddish gold. He had spoken from the bottom of his heart.
WA-WAIT! STOP THINKINGâ! DONâANXIETYâNOW I NEEDâ! Unable to reign in his thoughts, the alchemist could only pray.
Then, an abnormal change began on Kamijouâs right shoulder that was releasing blood like a fountain. The blood loss increased and an object formed as if the blood were being splattered all over a transparent glass statue. And unbelievable object began to take shape.
What formed on his shoulder was not a humanâs arm.
It was a head, a savage, two meter long head seen only in ancient legends, the head of a large and almighty King Dragon.
What should have been a transparent head was dyed with blood. The boy raised it and swung it, slowing opening the jaws containing rows of saw-like teeth.
It seemed like it was revealing the right handâs true identity.
Its teeth were bared.
At first glance, nothing seemed to happen. However, in the unseen world, it changed while the alchemistâs once dominant presence disappeared.
It was as if the role of the protagonist was forcibly ripped away.
WHAâ
Aureolus looked up and found that the repulsive human constellation observatory consisting of Stiyl Magnusâ flesh and blood began to gather together from all over the room. It was like the command to explode was repealed.
DONâT TELL ME HEâS REVIVING!? LIKE WHAT HAPPENED TO HIMEGAMI!? THE PEOPLE DESTROYED CANâ
As Aureolus considered the idea, Stiyl reformed and landed onto the floor, completely unharmed. In turn, Aureolus felt like his spine were being stabbed by an icy pillar. Naturally, the magicianâs revival was caused by Aureolusâ anxieties.
HOLD ON⌠THIS IS JUST⌠MY... ANXIETIES⌠CALM DOWN⌠AS LONG AS I⌠CONTROL MY ANXIETY⌠I CAN DEFINITELY⌠MAKE THIS RIDICULOUS MONSTER⌠DISAPPEAR!
Attempting to reign in the sensation crushing his heart, Aureolus attempted his final resistance. It was surely a monster that Aureolus had created and, so long as he had calmed himself down, the mystical beast residing in the boy would surely have disappeared. But, the transparent King Dragon glared silently at the alchemist with both eyes.
And, like that, Aureolusâ vision faded from the sheer horror.
IM⌠POSSIBLE⌠I CANâT⌠WINâŚ
Simultaneous to those thoughts, the King Dragonâs mouth widened until its maximum, completely swallowing the alchemist head first.
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