Translation may not be good/reliable so don’t take the translation shown here as literal

specially for magic spells/attacks and item/sword names , some aren’t even translated to
english properly and are on romanji
I had to do with OCR after chapter 4 so it doesn’t detect magic and sword name that
accurately since all the magic spells and sword name in the show are written like I
showed in below image

Only bottom kanji is detected and not the header one ,eg: making magic attack name
from deep magic <Agido> to only deep magic

Prologue [Heart Power]

17,000 years ago.

The Separate World of Grauvenoire.

The blazing sun shines, heating the ground.

A vast expanse of scorching sand stretches out.

The desert, where heat shimmers and flickers, is filled with a silent sense of death. There is no
sign of life—no insects or animals.

In this place, a young couple is running. The mother holds a baby close to her chest, while the
father keeps a vigilant eye on their rear.

It seemed they were being pursued by someone.

"Minea," the father said to the mother running beside him.

"I’ll buy us some time here. Go on ahead."

The mother faltered for a moment, gazing intently at him.

Her eyes conveyed something strong and pleading.

“…Then, let me be the one—”

“I’m stronger alone, and between the two of us, that’s you. You are the only one who is special.”
With eyes filled with resolve, the father spoke those words.

"If you don't survive, this world will never change. Even if I perish, you alone must—"

"Don't say something so foolish!"

The mother scolded him firmly.

"You are Grauvenoire's greatest Lone Knight. Even if your opponent is the Demon King, you will
not be defeated!"

The father looked taken aback.

But, upon seeing Minea's seemingly angry face, a faint smile appeared on his own.

"Indeed, you’re right."

The father came to a halt.

As the mother continued running, the distance between them grew.

Over his shoulder, he called out, “Take care of Amur.”

The mother, tears welling in her eyes, held the baby tightly.

Then, she ran even faster.

At such speed that the sandy ground burst and clouds of sand rose high, she raced through the
desert.

Soon, an oasis appeared in front of her.

Drip, drip. Water droplets fell to the edge of the water.

No, they weren’t water droplets.

It was blood.

A woman standing by the water—First Demon King Giselle—was gripping the father’s head
tightly.

Her entire body was slashed, blood dripping from her.

"You!!"
At that moment, the father’s body flew through the air in an arc. The First Demon King had
thrown him.

With a thud, the father landed on the sand. Unconscious, he didn’t make a sound.

"Lone Knight Minea. You have committed the crime of marriage."

The First Demon King Giselle said,

"One must not steal from others. One must not deceive others. One must not form bonds with
others. This is basic morality, something even a child knows."

"...You are wrong."

With a strained expression, the mother, trying to remain calm, spoke in a voice that seemed to
be forced out.

"I’m not the one saying this. It’s common sense of the world."

"Then the world is wrong!"

The mother shouted fiercely.

"What is so wrong with forming bonds with others, with creating a family?!"

"The fewer, the stronger. The closer we are to singularity, the stronger we become. That is the
order of the separate world, Grauvenoire."

The First Demon King answered logically.

"By creating a family, we become weaker. A family eventually creates a bloodline. We become
even weaker. A bloodline eventually forms a village, a village grows into a city, and a city
becomes a society. By the time we reach that point, we will have lost the strength to even face
wild animals, and our lifespan will no longer reach 100 years. This world will decay and
eventually vanish, like foam on the sea."

The First Demon King Giselle glared sharply at the mother.

"A family is the first step toward destruction, a sweet, sweet poison."

In that instant, a magic sword fell from the sky.

It barely grazed the father’s face before embedding itself into the desert ground

"Minea. Use that sword to contribute to the world. Dismantle the group of three and reclaim the
pride of the lone shadow tribe. Of course, you may choose anyone you wish."
The mother gasped.

If she killed two members of her family, she would be allowed to spare one.

The First Demon King was telling her to choose one person she wanted to save.

She slowly reached out with one hand and grasped the magic sword.

Tightly holding its hilt, she turned her face toward the father, who lay prostrate on the ground.

But she did not move any further.

She couldn't move.

There was no way she could kill her family.

The only option left to her was to strike down the First Demon King with that magic sword.

She exhaled once. Twice, then inhaled, holding her breath.

With resolve, the mother lifted her face.

"──It seems you can't decide."

The First Demon King, who had somehow appeared behind her, grabbed the sword from her
hand.

"Let me help you."

Still holding the mother's hand, the First Demon King swung the sword down onto the father’s
neck.

"Stop...!!"

The mother desperately resisted, but the blade sank into the father’s neck. Thick, red blood
began to pour out.

"Ugh... gah...!"

With a groan, the father barely opened his eyes.

"You... First Demon King...!!"

"By cutting off your own bonds, the power of the Lone Shadow Knight increases. Solitude is the
essence of our existence."
The sword sank deeper with a sickening squelch.

His eyes narrowed, glaring sharply at the First Demon King.

In those eyes, the hatred for Giselle, who sought to make a family kill one another, was clearly
evident.

In the next moment,

The magic sword, which had been forced down, was slightly lifted.

The mother’s strength was increasing.

When the First Demon King looked on in confusion, the mother's gaze pierced through.

It was the same look her father had—eyes full of hatred.

"Ah, I see now."

The First Demon King muttered softly,

"Minea, despite being of the Lone Shadow tribe, you can still join forces with others."

"I told you."

The mother forcefully shook off the First Demon King's hand.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she drove the magic sword into her throat.

"The world is wrong!"

"Indeed, you are weak after all."

The First Demon King easily dodged the strike and summoned a second magic sword.

Without mercy, she drove it into the mother's abdomen.

"Ugh... guh..."

The magic sword was pulled out. The mother staggered back slightly.

"One must be solitary. You are an incompatible one who shows others cruel dreams. Therefore,
you will die here."

The First Demon King quietly raised the magic sword.

Tightening her grip on the sword, the mother glared at the First Demon King.
But the hatred in her eyes had already faded, and with a sense of weakness, she fell to one
knee.

(Why...? The strength... the heart power...?)

The mother looked at the fallen father.

He was still alive.

The hatred he felt for the First Demon King was supposed to be absorbed and transformed into
the power—heart power—for her to fight. However, no strength, no emotion, arose within her.

Startled, she turned her gaze to the child she was holding.

Peering into the deep abyss, she saw that a dark red light gathered at its core.

That was the glow of the heart power, something only Minea should possess in this separate
world.

(Amur... You...?)

One step, and the First Demon King Giselle advanced.

The mother, making up her mind, turned her back to shield the baby.

"Amur!!"

The father, badly wounded, moved.

Summoning the last of his strength, he stood and used his body as a shield before the blade of
the First Demon King.

In an instant,

The mercilessly swung magic sword cleaved the father's body in two, slicing through the
mother's back who stood behind him.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, the mother crumpled to the ground.

The baby, spilled from her arms, fell to the earth. Yet, it did not make a single sound.

She desperately reached out her hand.

"...You... are the last hope... live..."

Just before her fingers touched the child, her hand was severed at the wrist.
The First Demon King Giselle looked down on her with cold, merciless eyes.

"Children are meant to stand on their own. Do not involve an innocent child in the family you so
recklessly created."

At the same time as the words were spoken, the First Demon King decapitated the mother.

"...A...m...ru..."

Once the sources of both the father and the mother were completely extinguished, the First
Demon King teleported away from the scene.

In the blazing desert, only the infant, named Amur, was left all alone.

.§1. [Revenge]

Five years later—

In the Roana Desert.

A small boy was flying. His long silver hair swayed gently, as if drifting in water. He had just
arrived in this separate world, Grauvenoire, only moments ago.

His name was Noah ,The two laws upsurper.

With his magic eyes glowing, he descended toward a small oasis in the desert.

As he entered the water, he found an underwater cave at the bottom. Without hesitation, Noah
entered the cave.

As he progressed deeper, he noticed a round hole above him—an exit.

He swam toward it, emerging from the water’s surface.

The surroundings were dark. It was not underwater, but seemed like the continuation of the
cave. Noah climbed out of the water and walked into the depths of the darkness.

Who is it?”

A young voice echoed through the cave.

Noah looked up to see a boy standing there, about the same height as he was.
He was about the same height as himself.

He had flaming red hair and a piercing gaze. He was young, but he had the appearance of a
warrior of many battles.

He had a face that reminded me of a warrior in the past.

Most of the people living in Grauvenoire are loners, but he seemed different.

I am Noah.

He said.

'I'm on a journey to help people. Are you in need?' Noah asked, as he always did.

Then the boy laughed huffily.

"What are you saying?"

The boy said in an easygoing tone.

"You're an interesting guy."

"Is there nothing troubling you?"

"Nope."

"I see."

Noah nodded in understanding and turned on his heel.

The boy, intrigued, called out to his back.

"Why did you come here?"

Noah stopped and turned to face him.

"I save those whom order cannot save. This world is one where bonds with others are weak.
However, you are different."

With his magic eyes glowing, Noah peered into the boy's deep abyss.

"You harbor strong magical power, but its brilliance is strangely similar to love magic."

Noah explained calmly.

"Love magic cannot be used without a connection to others. Therefore, I thought you might be
an existence that the order of this world cannot save."

"Amur."

At the boy's words, Noah momentarily felt a sense of doubt.

"My name is Amurl Veewither. If you have time, stay here a little longer."

"Are you not troubled?"

"I am not troubled."

Amurl said.

"But being alone is boring."

He showed a slight smile.

"The Shadow Clan cannot stay close to others for long. If they interact with others, they become
weaker. That way, they cannot escape from the First Demon King."

Thus, Amur was alone. Ordinary members of the Shadow Clan cannot cooperate with others,
and instead, they become weaker.

"I understand."

Without asking further, Noah agreed.

"You may appear young, but you are quite composed. It feels like speaking with an adult."

"You, too, do not seem to be your age."

"I am a 'Child of the Abyss.'"

"I see. A race said to arise from memories in the Silver Water World, Listeria."

"Rare. Even in the Deep World, there are few who know of it."

The Silver Water World, Listeria, is hidden by its ruler, the Hermit Elmide, and thus, very few
people are aware of it.

"My source gathers knowledge on its own."

Noah, seemingly intrigued, asked.

"How so?"

"Through the heart's fire—"

Just as Amur was about to explain, a splash of water echoed.

Someone was approaching through the underwater cave. Footsteps rang out as a shadowy
figure drew closer.

"My guest."

As Amur spoke, the figure emerged.

He was a muscular warrior, carrying a cursed and ominous magic sword at his waist.

What stood out most, however, was his expression.

It was as if he harbored all the hatred in the world, a fierce malice etched on the man's face.
"You are... Amur Veewither?"

"Yeah."

Amur answered the man's question.

"Can you win?"

Amur remained silent, staring into the man's eyes as if trying to gauge what lay deep within him.

The man asked again.

"Can we truly join forces to defeat the First Demon King, Giselle!?"

Amur answered.

"If your hatred is real, then it will become the blade that slashes him apart."

Amur's fiery eyes glowed with a dark red light.

It was a sinister and magical gaze, a unique magic eye that could not be found elsewhere in the
Silverwater Holy Sea.

"Let me hear it."

Amur spoke.

The man clenched his fists tightly, grinding his teeth.

His nails dug into his hands, and blood began to seep out.

Even so, the man gripped his fists even harder.

"My father and mother were married. Living quietly in a secluded mountain far from the village,
we lived in peace, trying not to attract attention. My father was taciturn and strict, while my
mother was talkative and kind—together, they were my greatest pride."

Drops of blood fell to the ground with a soft pat, pat.

"But when I was six years old, the First Demon King, Giselle, came. He easily captured my
father and mother under the pretext of a marriage crime. He told me—"

The man screamed, as if releasing a bottomless rage.

"Kill your parents! That's what world contribution is, he said!!"

It was the same for Amur.
The First Demon King has been going around thinning out Shadow Tribe members who
married.

"I couldn’t do it. I was trembling, unable to take a single step. Then he said this next,"

‘If you don’t kill the two of them, then I will kill you and your mother.’

It was as if Amur had seen it all himself.

"He knew that would be the worst outcome for us. My father and mother desperately begged
me, pleading with me to kill them. They wanted only me to survive!! They pleaded with me!!"

Hatred overflowed there, spilling out.

The man raised his voice, filled with nothing but resentment.

"I… killed them…!! With these hands, I… my father and mother…!! I did…!!"

The man raised his fist high.

Fueled by rage, he was about to slam it down onto the ground, but then—he froze.

His gaze met Amur’s magic eyes.

"I…"

The fierce glint in his eyes softened, if only slightly.

A red-black flame spilled out from the man's body and began to be absorbed into Amur.

Gradually, yet unmistakably, the man's expression grew gentler, while Amur’s magical power
increased.

It was as if he were absorbing the man's hatred, turning it into his own power.

At last, a single tear traced down the man’s cheek.

He sank to the ground.

"I… with these hands… I took… the lives of my father and mother…"

Tears flowed endlessly, spilling from him.

Now that his hatred had left him, only sorrow filled his entire being.
Amur took a few steps closer to him.

"Your hatred is here, within me, alongside the countless others I have taken."

Placing his hand over his own chest, Amur spoke.

"I am the blade forged for revenge. Your anger drives me forward, and I will pierce through him."

Then, the man raised his face slightly.

"...In the Forest of Rinyol..."

Amur gave a small nod. "Yes. I understand."

With these words, Amur drew a teleportation magic circle. He teleported himself to the Forest of
Rinyol, the place the man had spoken of.

§2. [Flame of Hatred]

Rinyol Forest.

It was covered with densely overgrown trees and long-stretching grasses and flowers.

A river flowed through the center, home to many monsters and wild animals.

Due to the numerous dangers, even the Kage tribe, who lived within nature, rarely claimed this
forest as their territory.

Amur teleported into the forest. A moment later, Noah followed, teleporting after him.

"The settlement of that man from earlier should have been here, but it seems to have moved.
Likely to avoid drawing the First Demon Lord’s attention."

Amur said this and began to walk.

Noah lined up beside him.

"That was an unusual magic eye," Noah said.

"It's called the 'Heartfire Magic Eye.' I've never met anyone other than my mother who
possesses it," Amur explained.

"Can it absorb not only hatred but also read memories?"

That would explain why, without asking, he knew the man's comrades had made a settlement in
this forest.
"Both hatred and memories flow in on their own."

"On their own?" Noah asked

"The magic eye is hard to control. It reacts to hatred and activates on its own," Amur explained.

"That sounds troublesome," Noah responded.

After this conversation, the two walked in silence for about an hour. Though there were no
words exchanged, both seemed to be at ease, despite their expressionless faces.

They cut through thick weeds that rose higher than their own height and continued down the
pathless road.

Amur subtly moved his brow. It seemed he had found the settlement, but his expression
remained tense.

Noah directed his magic eye in the same direction as Amur.

"Guests ahead?"

"There's still time!"

With that, Amur kicked the ground hard.

In an instant, he shot forward like an arrow.

The destination was the settlement.

Seven members of the Solitary Shadow Clan lay on the ground, bleeding.

Only one stood, the First Demon Lord Giselle. Before her, a girl sat on the ground, her waist
touching the earth.

"Unfortunately, your parents and the people of this settlement have formed bonds."

Looking down at the girl, the First Demon Lord spoke.

"However, you are just a child who knows nothing. If you perform a world-saving contribution
here, you could become solitary."

The First Demon Lord stabbed her magic sword into the ground before the girl.

The girl, with fearful eyes, looked at the sword before trembling and shifting her gaze to Giselle.

Giselle smiled gently.

"A solitary hero who saves the world, or a fool who corrupts it. The choice is yours."

But the girl, filled with fear, could only make the sound of her teeth chattering.

After watching her for a few seconds, Giselle spoke again.

"Let's do this. I will curse the adults. A curse that will make them experience the pain of death
for all eternity. In this way, destroying them will also be their salvation. This should be easy to
understand, right?"

With a smile as if comforting a child, the First Demon Lord Giselle drew a magic circle for the
curse.

At that moment, the girl, trembling, grasped the magic sword.

"Y-...Y-..."

From her small lips, a voice that couldn’t form words spilled out.

"Noooooo!!"

She cried out, drawing the sword from its sheath, and thrust it directly at the First Demon Lord
Giselle.

"Your heart seems to be already rotten."

The First Demon Lord stopped the thrusting magic sword with just one finger.

"I'll cull you."

Creating another magic sword, the First Demon Lord Giselle swung it horizontally.

The slash aimed at the neck, but it cut through the air.

"You’re the one who's rotten, First Demon Lord."

When Giselle turned toward the voice, Amur was standing there, holding the girl in his arms.

He gently lowered her to the ground and stroked her head as she cried.

"You did well. You're amazing."

"Rotten? My heart, you say?"

The First Demon Lord tilted her head, as if puzzled.

Amur stepped forward, protecting the girl.

"It’s completely rotten. If you truly desire solitude, you should stay alone in a mountain, without
associating with anyone. But forcing solitude onto others means, in the end, you too seek
connection with others."

"That is wrong. If everyone were truly solitary, I wouldn’t want to associate with anyone.
However, in reality, there are those who wish to become part of the masses."

Giselle spoke of the path of the individual world.

"Otherwise, this world, Grauvenoa, will perish. Those who, knowing the weakness of the Lone
Shadow Clan, still cannot avoid interacting with others due to their weak hearts must be culled."

"You're the weak one. Afraid of your own power fading, forcing sacrifices onto others. Where is
the strength in that?"

Amur spoke with restrained anger.

"I abandoned power, knowing that one day I'd be destroyed by you, yet I still wouldn't let go of
my comrades' hands. They're far braver than you."

"Calling corruption bravery is blasphemy."

Giselle leisurely positioned her magic sword.

"Since the truth is undeniable: you who interact with others are inherently weak."

In an instant, a flash of light blinked, and Giselle was right in front of Amur.

The raised magic sword came down onto his head.

Unarmed, Amur, however, caught the blade with his bare hands.

"...!?"

"Do not underestimate me, First Demon King."

Amur's magic eye glowed red-black, and the *Heartfire Magic Eye* manifested.

Seven flames of red-black surged upwards, as if reaching the heavens.

These flames were born from the hatred of the fallen Shadow Clan and the girl, directed at the
First Demon King, Giselle.
The raging flames twisted and swirled as they descended from the sky, showering onto Amur.

His right hand, now stained crimson, caused Giselle's magic sword to melt away into a viscous
puddle.

"That..."

Giselle stepped back, her eyes widening.

"Do you remember, Giselle?"

.Taking a step forward, Amur thrust his crimson right hand out.

The First Demon King regenerated her magic sword and added more power to it, withstanding
the intense heat of the strike.

Sparks flew with a sharp crackle.

"...So, the child from that time... has inherited the same incompatible power as their mother..."

"The hatred of the 674 people—family and friends—you've taken from me resides in this right
hand."

With all her might, the First Demon King swung her magic sword. Amur was knocked back, but
his right hand was unharmed.

In contrast, the magic sword of the First Demon King had slightly melted.

"Here lies the hatred of everyone you've taken from me: my mother, my son, my father, my
daughter, my brothers, my sisters, my friends..."

The voice that came from the young boy was dark, low, and impossibly deep for his age.

All the hatred Amur had stolen swirled within his chest.

"I’ll make sure to avenge them, First Demon King!"

Wrapped in crimson flames, Amur charged directly at the First Demon King again.

In response, the First Demon King swung her magic sword horizontally to meet his charge.

But just before the sword could strike, Amur released the flames behind him and accelerated
sharply.

Slicing through the air, he narrowly avoided the blade, and his right arm, glowing with crimson
flames, pierced the First Demon King’s abdomen.
"...I will not forgive you..."

Coughing up blood, Giselle glared down at Amur.

"…A demon who deceives the hearts of others...! Your very existence... will lead my individual
world, Grauvenoa, to its destruction...!!"

The First Demon King, Giselle, grabbed Amur's right arm with her left hand and raised her right,
concentrating an immense amount of magical power.

This formed a massive spherical magic circle.

Giselle's full power.

Before the activation of this terrifying deep-level magic, the individual world began to tremble.

"<Solitary Slash Magic Destruction Palm - Gvueniria>!!!"

Knowing the threat of Amur's crimson right arm, Giselle intentionally took the blow with her body
and restrained Amur. Thus, there was no way to avoid it.

The blade of division, which cuts everything down to the smallest size, struck directly.

A roar, so loud it seemed to crack the silver bubbles, echoed through the air, and the tremors
were so intense that the world itself seemed to shake.

Noah silently watched the scene.

He had said that he wasn't troubled by it.

"…W-what…?"

Giselle gasped.

The right hand she had swung down, the blade of division that no one should have been able to
stop, was now being caught by Amur with his forehead.

His magical eyes were shining.

The red-black flames spilled out from the First Demon King, Giselle, and were absorbed into
Amur's body.

Amur absorbed the hatred of the First Demon Lord, who would not forgive the "incompatible"
ones.
And with that, his power was amplified to an extraordinary degree, enough to surpass even the
First Demon Lord, Giselle.

"If you carry hatred, you cannot defeat me."

Amur pushed his right hand further into the body of the First Demon Lord.

"...!!"

"Perish, lonely leader."

With a sharp cracking sound, like glass breaking, cracks ran through the First Demon Lord's
body, and in the next instant, everything, including the source, shattered into pieces.

It was unlikely she would be able to resurrect anytime soon.

Amur turned to the girl.

She was unharmed. For a moment, Amur glared at her with an evil, hatred-driven look in his
eyes.

Amur tightly clenched his fist, lowering his gaze as if trying to maintain his composure.

Gradually, the poison seemed to drain from him, and his eyes returned to their usual state.

He let out a small sigh.

Then, as he was about to turn on his heel, it happened.

"To think there’s a child who would destroy Giselle..."

Surprised, Amur looked up at the sky.

An elderly man, dressed in white robes with white hair, slowly descended.

It was clear at a glance that he was no ordinary person. Until the moment the old man spoke,
Amur hadn't noticed his presence, even as he came so close.

If the man had chosen to act, Amur had a strong feeling he would have been defeated—an
instinct that wouldn't leave his mind.

The old man quietly set his feet on the ground.

"Are you the Great Demon King Zinnia Shivahelld?"

It wasn't that Amur knew for certain.

However, the immense dread that clung to his body led him to that conclusion.

"Indeed," Zinnia answered softly.

If he were truly the Great Demon King, Amur thought, he would not forgive someone who had
destroyed the First Demon King.

He showed full vigilance, his Heart Fire Magic Eye glowing.

No matter how deeply he gazed into the abyss, the depths of this old man were unfathomable.
This opponent could destroy him without harboring any hatred.

If they fought, Amur would surely be defeated.

Yet, he had no sense of being able to escape.

Like a frog caught in the gaze of a snake, Amur found himself unable to move an inch.

At that moment—

"Is there something troubling you?"

Noah's voice rang out, breaking the tension.

He calmly stepped forward, standing beside Amur.

Seeing the young child standing before the Great Demon King, Amur smiled.

"Yeah. I'm troubled. The enemy is a monster."

"I'll lend a hand. If it's the two of us, we might be able to manage."

Amur concentrated his magical power into the tips of his red lotus-colored fingers. It shone
brighter than when he had defeated the First Demon King and emitted intense heat.

At the same time, Noah unleashed his full magical power. The shadow behind him slowly rose,
enveloping his back.

The two of them were planning to strike the Great Demon King with a full-force blow, no tricks
involved.

"Quite terrifying."

The Great Demon King, Zinnia, smiled gently.

"Well then, how about it? Would you two like to become Demon Kings?"
At the Great Demon King's proposal, Amur slightly furrowed his brows.

"I defeated the First Demon King."

He was probably thinking to say, "He was your enemy."

"The Demon King is my successor. As long as there is power, that's enough. Even Giselle, she
had no heart, did she?"

"You knew and still let it be?" Amur asked accusingly.

"This world is built on balance. Whether one leans toward good or evil, all life that perishes is
the same. If you live long enough, you’ll see that good and evil don’t differ much."

After a brief thought, Amur asked, "What do you mean by that?"

"You are wise, but there are things you young ones still don’t understand."

"...I see."

From the Great Demon King's words, Amur seemed to grasp something, and he lowered his
battle stance.

"I’ll become the Demon King. In exchange, I want this silver bubble."

"Fine."

Amur thought he was making a bold offer, but the Great Demon King, Zinnia, accepted it without
hesitation.

"Now then."

Zinnia turned his gaze toward Noah.

"You are Noa, the one who took control of the stagnant world, Zagaro. If you are to take the
throne of the new Demon King, I’ll give you that silver bubble."

Noah replied. "I’ll take the silver bubble. But I have no interest in becoming the Demon King."

Amur widened his eyes and looked at Noah.

Ho ho ho, Zinnia laughed. "You’re an honest one."

As Zinnia spoke, his body slightly began to fade.

"Both of you, feel free to visit anytime. As one grows old, one desires to talk with the young."
No one knew when he had used magic, but Zinnia’s figure slowly disappeared from the spot.

"……"

Noah quietly muttered to himself.

"To think a child would make a trade offer to the Great Demon King." "Ugh."

Kukuku, kuckucku, hahaha, Amur laughed as if he had fallen into a fit of laughter.

After laughing for a while, he raised his head and looked at the child before him.

"You shouldn’t be the one saying that, Noah."

It was an encounter between two who were somewhat alike—that was how their meeting
unfolded.

§3. [Unspoken oath].

16,000 years ago.

In the Disaster abyss world, Evezeino.

A black shadow appeared in the sky.

From within the shadow, a massive ice pillar suddenly thrust out and fell. It plunged deep into
the heart of an iceberg with a thunderous sound.

Inside the ice pillar, a figure could be seen.

It was Yzak, the ruler and chief god of the Abyssal Disaster world, Eevzeino.

When the black shadow above was swept away, two men appeared in its place.

The self-proclaimed ruler Noah, and the First Demon King, Amur.

"Now, there should be no complaints," Noah said.

Without being seen by anyone, Yzak, the Disaster God, was transported from the Holy Sword
World, Haiforia, to the world of the Abyssal Disaster, Eevzeino.

Everyone would assume that Yzak had been sleeping here from the very beginning.

"By the way, how about we have some fun around here?" Amur suggested, his words laced with
implications.

"I want to meet your benefactor," Noah replied.

"Unfortunately, she’s no longer here," Noahh said.

As they slowly flew through the sky above Eevzeino, naoh answered.

Luna Arzenon had escaped from the Abyssal Disaster world, Eevzeino. She was still fighting to
fulfill her purpose.

The hardships were many, but surely, she wouldn't give up until the very end. The days he spent
with her felt somewhat nostalgic to Amur.

"Shall we go see the house?" he asked.

"Yeah."

Noah used the magic Transfer Gatome.

The world around them turned white, and the next moment, the green of the trees appeared
before their eyes.

It was the forest where he had once spent time with Luna.

"We stayed in that little house over there," Noah said, walking toward it, weaving through the
dense, dark green foliage.
There, the small hut came into view.

But something seemed off.

A massive tree had pierced through the roof, and from inside the hut, the tree’s branches
stretched out, writhing and twisting, as they snaked around small animals, draining the life from
them.

"A Phantom, huh? It seems to have taken form," Noah said, his magic eyes glowing as he
discerned its true nature.

Then, Amur lightly raised his right hand and began to trace a multi-layered magic circle. Seven
dark particles spiraled up into the air.

"Extreme Hell Egil—"

"Enough." ,Noah gently placed his hand on Amur's right hand, halting him.

The magic circle dissipated, its particles vanishing into thin air.

"This is the place where you spent time with your benefactor, right? It's not something for it to
claim," Noah said, his gaze fixed on the massive tree beast.

"It’s no longer in use. If it were her, she'd smile and give it up," Amur said, silently returning
Noah's gaze.

"Even so, can we really leave it desecrated like this?" Amur seemed to say, a hint of defiance in
his tone.

"Memories won't vanish," Noah replied calmly.

"...I see," Amur quietly lowered his hand.

As though waiting for this moment, the tree beast stretched its branches.

Like sharp spears, they lunged directly at Amur's face.

But just before they could reach him, the branches stopped. "Heartfire Magic Eyes."

It absorbed the beast's hatred, turning it into Amur's own power.

The massive tree quickly shrank, vanishing into the hut. It seemed that the hatred was the very
thing the beast had thirsted for, as it lost its source of power.

When Amur released his magic, a small seed flew out from the hut.
It was the now-diminished form of the beast, deprived of its thirsting desire.

Amur’s magic sent the seed flying, far from the hut, until it was buried deep in the earth.

"You’re probably right, Noah," Amur said with a hint of self-mockery.

"Even if the hut is desecrated, the memories won’t disappear. It's not worth moving it by force.
I—"

As he used magic to return the time of the hut and repair it, Amur continued speaking.

"Always meddling in things you shouldn't."

"Noah, everything you do is always for others."

Noah slowly walked over and opened the door to the hut.

Inside was a familiar room, the one where Luna and he had spent their time together.

"Not only hatred, but you understand the feelings of others as well. That's why you can't treat
others' matters as mere events."

Turning to look back, Noah spoke.

"Even with the Disaster Deity, it's the same. There's no one more ill-fitting for the title of
'devastating tyrant' than you."

Noah stared at Amur seriously.

In response, Amur sat down in a chair and looked up at the ceiling.

"Someday." He said quietly.

"Someday, I will go mad from the hatred I’ve taken."

People will eventually perish, no matter how strong they are.

As if it were something as natural as that, he spoke of his own fate in such an ordinary manner.

"It doesn't disappear. All the hatred I've taken in so far continues to smolder in my chest. One
day, it will become a fatal spark within me, a fire that will burn this very body to ash."

As if gazing toward that inevitable end, Amur stared into the distance.

"And that will be fine." ,He spoke as if he had come to terms with it.
"Gather all the hatred in this world, all the malice in this world, and let it all accumulate. Then
perish. Maybe then, this silver sea will see some peace. Not a bad fate."

"Fate, huh? That's not like you." ,Amur glanced back at Noah and revealed a faint smile.

"If that’s the case, then it’s your fault." ,He spoke seriously.

If Noah gave him a questioning look, Amur continued his explanation.

"I thought it was excessive power. Hatred, malice, they're everywhere, limitless, rolling around in
every corner. The more there is, the stronger it gets, the deeper I sink into this abyss. My fate is
to become the very embodiment of hatred, the tyrant of destruction."

His Heartfire Magic Eye continued to drain hatred, burning his body and raising his power even
further.

Thus, he was the tyrant of destruction.

It was a title he had given himself for a distant day, not the present, but for a time far in the
future.

"But you were here." For a moment, Amur's burning eyes softened.

"You are strong. Just as strong as me. You are right. Unlike me. Therefore, you will never lose to
anyone."

He said this proudly.

Amur’s gaze, steady and unwavering, met Noah’s, and Noah returned it with the same
unwavering intensity.

"That's fine then. Noah, my brother." "I see."

Amur blinked, slightly taken aback by Noah's words.

"You are strong, just as strong as I am. Amur, my brother."

With those words, Noah smiled, as though to dispel any lingering sorrow.

§4. [Abyssification]

The Great Demon King, Zinnia, spoke with a tone of finality.

"Everything in this Silver Sea will be swallowed by the Absolute Vortex and disappear."
It was then that Noah recalled his encounter in the world of wishes, Ravashnake, where he had
seen the swirling red stars. Those were what were referred to as the Absolute Vortex.

Located at the deepest point of the Silver Sea, the Absolute Vortex was a terrifying force.
Although it remained confined within the bounds of a wish world, it had the potential to destroy
entire small worlds with ease. But swallowing the entirety of the Silver Sea was a different
matter entirely.

"Has something happened to the *Absolute Vortex*?"

"No," Zinnia answered. "This happened after you disappeared into the Bubble worlds to
establish the order of reincarnation. The *Absolute Vortex* began to draw in more malice from
across the Silver Sea than ever before."

The *Absolute Vortex* was known as a great vortex of malice, capable of gathering the
malevolent energy of the entire Silver Sea.

For some reason, this power had intensified.

"It’s possible that the *Absolute Vortex* exceeded its capacity, or perhaps the malice became
too concentrated, and now it’s turning its fangs toward all life.

The cause is still a matter of speculation. However, once the vortex began to stir, the *Absolute
Vortex* started swallowing the Silver Sea itself, leading to catastrophic damage across many of
the Silver Bubbles."

Zinnia, the Great Demon King, explained further.

"You couldn't have just stood by and watched, could you?"

At my words, Zinnia nodded.

"Many small worlds fought to stop the *Absolute Vortex*. However, that vortex caused division
between the worlds. The first thing to be consumed and stirred by that great vortex was time
itself."

"Hmm..."

As I pondered, I found an inconsistency when I compared the memories of the Second Tyrant,
Noah, with my own recollections from the world of Militia. There was one point that didn’t quite
make sense.

The Militia world has a history of seven billion years, but it was only 14,000 years ago in the
Silver Sea when the Second Tyrant Noah established the laws of reincarnation there.

In the Silver Sea, only 14,000 years have passed since that time.
During this period, however, in the Militia world, over seven billion years have passed. The
Militia world has not experienced time accelerating, at least not in the present.

So, to resolve this time discrepancy...

"The time in the Silver Bubbles that were swallowed by the *Absolute Vortex* must have been
disrupted," I concluded.

"Correct," Zinnia responded. "The Silver Bubbles that could not resist the power of the *Absolute
Vortex* had their time significantly warped. In some worlds, an event that took only a second
happened, while in another, 100 years passed. Especially in the Bubble world, some places
experienced the passage of several tens of billions of years. Countless Silver Bubbles have
likely perished because of this."

From the Bubble world, it was impossible to sense the events of the Silver Sea. Therefore, in
those Silver Bubbles, time simply passed, and they likely perished without realizing what was
happening.

In the Militia world, seven hundred million years have passed.

There was a mismatch with the proper time of the Silver Sea.

"Worlds with misaligned time have difficulty coordinating with each other," Zinnia continued. "As
a result, although many worlds recognized *Absolute Vortex* as a threat, they were forced to
deal with it in isolation."

Each world tried to stop *Absolute Vortex* on its own.

Of course, there were worlds that managed to cooperate, but they were not the majority.

It was not that all worlds had established friendly relations.

"After time went awry, *Absolute Vortex* continued to devour the Silver Bubbles. It destroyed
their outer shells and began to steal the *Fire dew*. The deeper the world, the stronger the
effect. While the Bubble worlds lost their *Fire dew*, they weren't destroyed."

"Is it because the Bubble worlds have holes?"

"Yes. *Absolute Vortex* mixes the *Fire dew* while drawing it in. The deeper worlds have an
order that prevents the *Fire dew* from leaving, but the *Fire dew* stirred by *Absolute Vortex*
breaks the Silver Bubble and escapes, getting stolen."

The Bubble worlds lack the order to keep the *Fire dew* inside, allowing it to pass through.

However, fortunately or unfortunately, this prevented the destruction of the Silver Bubbles
themselves.
"How did you stop it?"

"With the deep abyssal magic, *Deep Magic Agido*."

The Abyssal Magic is said to be the deepest magic in the Silver Sea, attained only by the Great
Demon King, Zinnia Shivaheld.

It is said that its principle is fundamentally different from regular magic.

However, I have never seen it with my own eyes.

"However, the 'Absolute Vortex' only stopped its motion. It will surely start moving again
someday, if the deepening of the Silver Sea continues."

Earlier, Zinnia also mentioned those words.

If he himself perishes, the deepening of this sea will progress.

"You said that the twelve deep layers of the world would be swallowed by the Abyssal World,
right?"

"Yes. Magic, order, fire dew—everything flows from shallow to deep in this sea's law. The
reverse will never happen. Do you understand what that means?"

"All the silver bubbles of this sea will continue to sink, drawn toward the Abyssal World, and
eventually, they will transform into chaos."

In response to my words, the Great Demon King Zinnia nodded.

"Yes. Everything will sink into the Abyssal World, merge, and become a concentrated mass of
power. The deeper the power sinks, the deeper the Abyssal World will sink, and it will attract
even more power. The Abyssal World will grow stronger and deeper without limit."

Considering the laws of the Silver Sea, this is an obvious truth.

It is because the order of all the small worlds is dissolved and merging that chaos exists there.

"As a result, the Abyssal World will be unable to withstand the chaos and will begin to collapse."

The Abyssal World—the deepest of all the worlds in this Silver Sea, that is the desire world,
Ravashnake

When I visited, there was almost no trace of life left in that world.

The only sensation of presence I felt was within the "Absolute Vortex."
The power that had gathered in Ravashnake was so overwhelming that it may no longer have
been a place where life could flourish.

"What happens then is the runaway of the Abyss. The force that attracts thoughts becomes too
strong, and the Abyss starts to attract more of itself. When two Abysses collide, they form a
'Vortex.' A powerful 'Vortex' that stirs up the Silver Sea."

"I see. That’s what the 'Absolute Vortex' is."

"Yes. The reason the 'Absolute Vortex' is currently in a temporary calm is because I managed to
pull that world up. Abyssal Magic possesses the same depth as the Abyssal World itself. Right
now, I am in a tug-of-war with the Abyssal World within this Eye Magic World."

"To prevent the Abyss of the Twelve Deep Realms from being consumed by the Abyssal World,
huh? Is that why your vision is fading?" ,I asked.

The Demon King, Zinnia, smiled gently.

"If the Deep Magic Agido possesses the same power as the Abyssal World, the outcome is the
same. My body attracts power from all shallow places. I was confident I could endure it, but in
the end, I could not."

So that was the cause of the end of his life.

There may indeed be nothing sturdy enough to bear all the fire dew, the order, and the magic of
every small world. After all, even Zinnia, who mastered the Abyssal Magic, could not endure it.

"If the Absolute Vortex moves again, too many things will be consumed by the Abyssal World.
Every world will lose its order and collapse."

I see.

The fire dew, order, and magic flow from the shallow to the deep. The reason small worlds
currently maintain their stability is that only a small amount flows.

For example, if more than half of the fire dew, order, and magic were taken by the Abyssal
World, it would become difficult for the world to maintain its form.

If the Absolute Vortex stirs, it will draw in the Abyss, and the Abyssal World will sink even
deeper.

The things consumed by the Abyssal World will increase endlessly, and eventually, it will
surpass its limit.

"That's why, for a Demon King, strength was valued more than personality."
"Indeed. If I can pass on the Abyssal Magic before my end, that would be sufficient. No matter
how many evil deeds I commit, if I can prevent the destruction of the Silver Sea, it will all be
worth it."

To maintain the Silver Sea, the great demon king, Zinnia, had set up several candidates for
succession.

No matter how evil one might be, he could not turn a blind eye to the destruction of the Silver
Sea in which he lived.

The first Demon King before Amur, Giselle, was ruthless, but even so, if she became the great
demon king, she would likely prevent the Absolute Vortex from stirring.

"I've waited a long time. Like me, you alone, Noah, are capable of reaching the Abyss. No
current Demon King can achieve it."

"What about Amur?"

The first Demon King, Amur, possessed strength on par with that of the Two laws usurper Noah.

"Even while I spent time in the reincarnation world of Militia, he was surely honing his power in
this sea."

With the *Heartfire Magic Eye*, which absorbs hatred and turns it into magical energy, Amur
would continue to draw ever closer to the Abyss.

It wouldn't be surprising if he's now stronger than I am.

I had thought that he would be the one to succeed the title of the Great Demon King.

"He's disappeared. He was swallowed by the Absolute Vortex," said the Great Demon King
Zinnia.

"Was it in an attempt to stop the Absolute Vortex?",When I asked, Zinnia shook his head.

"Quite the opposite. When he tried to release *Deep Magic Agido* in the Desire World, Amur
appeared. He told me not to stop the Absolute Vortex."

"Don't stop the Absolute Vortex?","Why?"

"I... I don't know..." Zinnia spoke.

"Before I could ask, he challenged me. He's not someone I can afford to hold back against. So, I
struck him with *Deep Magic Agido* along with the Absolute Vortex."

"That's how he got swallowed by the Absolute Vortex."

But it’s a puzzling action. Perhaps there was no time, but this is not like Amur.

"Knowing him, maybe he figured out a way to deal with the Absolute Vortex?"

"If that were the case, he would have said so," Zinnia replied.

"He’s a man with his own awkwardness," I muttered.

"Isn't that a bit too clumsy?" Zinnia mused.

Indeed, Amur had attacked without hesitation. If Zinnia had to use *Deep Magic Agido*, it meant
Amur had been serious.

"Of course," Zinnia replied.

"Do you trust him, Amur?" I asked, firmly.

Zinnia stroked his white beard thoughtfully. "Hmm..." he murmured.

"If that's the case, it’s troubling. He should have just let it happen quietly," Zinnia said with a
half-joking tone.
Still, the reality was that if there had been a better way than using *Deep Magic Agido*, the
Great Demon King wouldn’t have hesitated to use it—even if it meant his own death.

Zinnia’s eyes widened slightly as I spoke.

"What do you mean he's still alive?" he asked, his surprise evident.

I continued, "I met him in Pabrohetra."

At first, I hadn't recognized him due to the lack of memory from the Two Laws Usurper . But
now, I am certain of it.

The situation was dire. At worst, it would come down to using *Deep Magic Agido* to stop

*The Absolute Whirlpool*. However, before resorting to that, it seemed prudent to hear Amur’s
side of the story.

§5.[ Eyes of the Star]

In the reincarnation world of Militia. Night.

The Demon King train descended from the black sky and stopped at the back gate of the
Demon King Academy, Delsgade.
The doors of each car opened, and the students of the Demon King Academy began to
disembark one after another.

"Hmm, it feels like it’s been a while since I’ve come back," Sasha said as she stepped out,
stretching her body under the sunlight.

"It’s such a relief," Misha said next to her.

"But, is it really okay? That First Demon King Amur person..."

"Should we meet with him, then?"

"Yes."

Sasha turned around and asked me that.

"This might become a battlefield."

Hearing that, Sasha’s expression turned serious.

"Emperor... was it? Are they planning to invade Militia?"

Rei, who had disembarked from the flying castle ship Zerido Hevness, spoke up.

Fariss, Shin, Aeldomed, and Misa, who had also been aboard the flying castle ship, landed as
well.

"Who is this Emperor?"

"I don’t know. But, the silver water world Listeria, where I was born..."
"He’s the one who destroyed it. He took the guise of the hermit Elmide and continued to work in
the shadows of this sea."

What his goal is, I still don’t know. However, it's clear that he’s been manipulating many worlds
from behind the scenes. I can’t shake the feeling that there’s some larger plan at work.
"Perhaps it's because the pretender was the only survivor from the silver water world Risteria?"

Lonkruce descended, and the godless continent he had arrived on hovered in the sky."That
might be one reason, but I doubt it's the only one."

"Since the time when the silver water world Risteria was still intact, I fought the self-proclaimed
hermit Elmide, who was the true emperor, several times. The true emperor seemed to want to
destroy me."

"He saw me as an obstacle. He was likely trying to fulfill his own objectives," I said.
I didn’t have proof, but it didn’t seem like he was acting out of petty resentment. There had to be
a connection between his goals and my existence.

"If he’s aiming his blade at our lord, it would make sense for him to target the reincarnated world
of Militia," Shin said.

"If he invades Militia, he can restrict my movements."

"By invading Militia, he could restrict my movements. If we fall behind, we’ll be forced to defend
ourselves, so I returned to prepare."

"Then, we just need to get everyone in Militia ready for a counterattack," Eleonore said, raising
her index finger.

"However, those who haven't been to the Silver Water Sacred Sea won’t be able to properly
fight against the denizens of the deep world. If the enemy reaches inside the silver bubbles, the
damage will escalate. We’ll have to intercept them outside, but we can’t use reincarnation magic
outside. Therefore..."

"Davell," I murmured, and drew a magical circle using my own shadow and the shadow of the
Demon King Academy.

The two shadows intertwined and merged, forming a single entity. Then, slowly…
When it floated up, the shadow scattered. The small fragments of shadow transformed into
orbs, flying towards the subordinates, including Misha and Sasha.

"Those shadow orbs are called shadow jewels. They are the shadows of the Dual Usurper," I
explained.

The body of the Dual Usurper was lost when I reincarnated, but the shadow, which still carries
his power and characteristics, remains.

"The magic of the Dual Usurper and the 'Contradictory Shadow Body' are sealed. By using this,
we can break through the order of the Silver Sea to some extent," Davell added.

"Ah, so using this means we can cast reincarnation magic even outside the Militia world, right?"
Misa asked, gazing at the shadow jewel.

"Unfortunately, that's not possible. The order-breaking magic is a limited form of magic."

"Breaking the order will temporarily bring about a reincarnation state. However, to truly be
reborn, it will take some time. The effect of the shadow jewels doesn't last long."

"So... what should we do then?" Misha asked.

"Interdimensional transfer," I replied. "If we use the place where the shadow of Delzogade was,
it will be possible."

"In other words, even in a near-death state, we transfer to Militia and reincarnate there, right?"
Sasha concluded.

If we can make it to Militia, we can use reincarnation magic by bypassing the order of this world.
It's more difficult than using reincarnation magic directly, but it should be sufficient preparation.

"Interdimensional transfer requires using all the magic of the shadow jewels. If it's for something
else, you might be able to use them a few more times, but don't use them unless you're certain
you can defeat the enemy."

You can temporarily strengthen yourself using the shadow jewels, but if you do that, you won't
be able to use interdimensional transfer.

"Well, there's something that caught my attention in the earlier conversation," Eleonore said,
placing her finger to her lips.

"What happens if you use the shadow jewels to reincarnate outside the Militia world?" she
asked.
"Just like when my father, Celis Voldigord, was researching reincarnation," Silica answered. "In
the Silver Sea, where the order of reincarnation doesn't exist, anyone who uses reincarnation
will have their essence branded with the pain of death, and they will completely perish."

"Between realms, you will continue to suffer for eternity."

Eleonore shuddered as if horrified.

"I absolutely don't want to do that."

"Reincarnation... it's not possible..."

Zeshia agreed, her expression somber, and she hugged Ennessone beside her.

"I'll explain the situation to the people on the surface and underground. You all should rest for a
while."

I said to my subordinates before teleporting away.

◇
The Demon King Academy Delzogate. Corridor.

"Hmm."

Moonlight poured in through the window, casting two shadows.

"It feels like a lie that we were taking classes here just recently."

Walking ahead, Sasha was followed closely by Misha, who trotted along.

"But, why did you come to the academy?"

Sasha asked, and Misha blinked rapidly.

"For no particular reason?"

She tilted her head slightly.

"I see. Well, an academy with no one around is peaceful and nice."

There was a girl sitting alone in the room, even though it was supposed to be empty.

With blonde hair and blue eyes, a slender figure. She wasn't wearing the magic academy
uniform, but a pure white dress.

"Ah?"

Her bright blue eyes sparkled beautifully, almost like stars.

Surprised to see someone there, Sasha voiced her curiosity.

Misha stared at the girl intently with her magic eyes.

"She's a deity... right?"

Sasha asked.

"She's not a god of this world," Misha replied calmly.

Then, the girl in the white dress turned her face toward them.

"Good evening," she greeted them in a voice that lacked emotion.

"I am Kikisei Duelniga. I stopped by while traveling. I apologize for entering without permission."

"It's fine," Misha said gently.

"I am Sasha, and this is my younger sister, Misha."

Sasha and Misha walked toward Duelniga.

"Where is the place in this silver sea where the most beautiful star can be seen?"
"Stars?"
Sasha asked, surprised by the sudden question.

"Stars. The stars in the sky."

"Ah, there are many, but if you ask for the best... hmm... it's hard to say..."

Sasha tilted her head in thought.

"I don't know which is the best," Misha said flatly.

"But there is a good place."

With that, Misha reached out her hand to Duelniga.

When she took her hand, a teleportation magic circle was drawn.

The scenery turned completely white, and the three of them were teleported.

They arrived on a hill southwest of Middhaze. During the day, one could overlook the cityscape
of Middhaze, and at night, the sky was filled with stars.

Duelniga gazed at the brightly shining Militia world’s starry sky as if entranced.

"When you look at the stars, you understand the world," Duelniga said.

She slowly extended her finger toward the night sky.

"Those stars are filled with happiness. It’s proof that the people of this world are filled with
happiness."

Upon hearing her words, Misha and Sasha looked pleased.

Her expression softened.

"Your efforts have created this. This is a truly wonderful world."

Saying so, Duelniga lowered her gaze.

"Thank you."

Misha expressed her gratitude.

Duelniga, realizing that she was a creator god, nodded silently.

"Do you know what this world is made of?"

Duelniga asked with a simple, curious tone.

"Kindness and..."

"Smiles," Misha finished.

Misha and Sasha confidently answered, "Kindness and smiles."

"That's not right."

"...Huh?"

Duelniga lowered her gaze and murmured softly.

Thinking it was a misunderstanding, Sasha voiced her doubt.

Duelniga spoke again, her voice heavy.

"You don’t know. People’s desires are much uglier."

Misha and Sasha couldn't immediately respond.

It wasn't just because Duelniga denied their words, but because she seemed so deeply sad.

"If you see my world, you will understand that too."

With eyes shining like stars, Duelniga gazed straight at them, as if piercing through their very
souls.

"Where is your world?" Misha asked.

"The very bottom," Duelniga answered.

"The World of Desires, Ravaschneik."

Misha and Sasha's expressions were filled with surprise. In that instant, a sudden light
enveloped the hill.

Startled, the two peered into the abyss.

But there was nothing.

When the light faded, Duelniga was no longer anywhere to be seen.

§6. 【Cursed Song】

In the Fourth Hyphoria, we left the reincarnated world of Militia and arrived at Pablo Hetara.

We were there to attend the Six Academy Court Meeting.

However, it wasn’t yet the appointed time.

On the stage in the Deep Lecture Hall, Ellen and the Fany Union were singing the sacred hymn
of Rodwell.

They were teaching the residents of various worlds how to counter the Silver Demon Magic.

"That’s the gist of it,"

Ellen said, finishing the song, and began explaining the meaning of Rodwell.

"If you can sing it properly, flowers will bloom on this branch of the Minstrel Peach," said Ellen,
holding a peach branch with vibrant flowers blooming on it. This branch was provided by the
Minstrel World Wispwens for practicing the sacred song Rodowell.

"But if you can't sing it well..." Ellen deliberately sang the sacred song Rodowell off-key with an
exaggerated "ahh♪."

The flowers on the peach branch began to wilt rapidly, returning to buds.

"See, this happens. Alright, let's try it one more time!"

"If you can sing it properly, flowers will bloom on this branch of the Minstrel Peach," said Ellen,
holding a peach branch with vibrant flowers blooming on it. This branch was provided by the
Minstrel World Wispwens for practicing the sacred song Rodowell.

"But if you can't sing it well..." Ellen deliberately sang the sacred song Rodowell off-key with an
exaggerated "ahh♪."

The flowers on the peach branch began to wilt rapidly, returning to buds.

"See, this happens. Alright, let's try it one more time!"

"Mm," Ellen said, giving the signal. The people of Pabro Hetara all began singing in unison.

However, the Minstrel Peach branches they were holding showed no signs of blooming.

"Alright, stop for a moment," Ellen said, and the singing ceased.
"Mr. Doneld, you're not projecting your voice!" she pointed out to Doneld Hebnich, the leader of
the Thought World, Rainy Elion.

With a strained expression, he pressed his lips into a tight line.

However, in our world, we operate under the Order of Thought. Using our voices is not exactly
our forte."

“R-right…” he muttered, letting out a sigh.

“It’s okay! Once you get the hang of projecting, it’s easy!” Ellen said with a bright smile.
“A trick, you say… And what would that be?” Doneld asked.

Ellen, as if sharing some profound truth of the universe, replied, “You see, if you try to speak,
your voice will come out!”

“...If you try to speak… it’ll come out?” Doneld murmured in confusion.

Ellen gave a big, cheerful nod.

“Alright, let’s go! Like this—ahhh!”

“...Uh, ah… but, still…” he stammered.

“Ahhh!” Ellen called out, moving closer with an encouraging look, as if telling Doneld to match
her volume.

Caught up in her energy, Doneld opened his mouth.

“Ahhh!” he echoed, trying to match her.

“More, more! I still can’t hear you,” Ellen encouraged. “Put some strength into your stomach,
open your throat, and—ahhh!”

“Ahhh!” Doneld’s voice grew louder as he tightened his core.

“Still too soft! You won’t be able to sing Rodwell like that,” she said with a smile.

"Ah, ah… Where are you even aiming your singing at?” Ellen asked with a knowing smile.

“W-Where…? Well, I thought… of course, just making it resonate throughout this lecture hall…”

“Further! Sing as if you’re aiming past Pablo Hetara, past the Fourth Hyforia, and all the way to
your very own Thought World! Ready? And—go!”

With nothing left but sheer determination, Doneld shouted as loud as he could, his face flushed,
mouth wide open, utterly focused on making his voice carry.

"Alright, that’s perfect!" Ellen said with a smile, and Doneld’s tense expression finally relaxed in
relief.

"But right now, you're only using breath to produce your voice, aren’t you? For Rodwell, since
it's a magical song, you need to release magic power along with your breath,” Ellen explained.

Doneld furrowed his brow, looking like he was struggling to understand.

“I tried that before, but when I release magic power, my breath gets thin, and my voice grows
faint. Besides, in our world, the concept of pitch is barely existent, so I don't even know in what
order to do all of this.”
“There’s no specific order. You do everything—*all at once!*” Ellen spread her arms wide,
beaming with encouragement.

“U-Understood…”

Doneld crossed his arms, looking thoughtful. "Is it difficult?" Ellen asked.

“No, but it must be done. I must do this.”

“Why not just give up on such a complicated song?” A provocative voice echoed, as if daring
them.

Ellen and the others turned to find a tall man standing there. He had narrow eyes and a sharp,
handsome face. Draped in a pure white coat, he wore thick rings on every finger.

It was an unfamiliar face.

"You need songs that everyone can sing; otherwise, what’s the point?" the man continued.
“Huh?” Ellen blinked, unsure how to respond. "Well, yes, the *Divine Song Rodwell* is a very
difficult piece... but it’s meant to defend against the *Silver Annihilation Magic.*"

Doneld gave a slight nod, affirming that only *Divine Song Rodwell* would serve the purpose he
needed, even if an easier tune might be simpler for some.

The man took a deep breath, then opened his mouth wide, as if preparing to sing.

A screeching, almost inhuman sound echoed through the hall, reverberating like nails on a
chalkboard.

“What... is this...?” Ellen murmured, covering her ears, feeling as though her head would split
from the piercing noise.

“It’s unbearable... my head…” muttered one of the Fan Union members as they all pressed their
hands over their ears, trying to block out the jarring, unsettling sound.

Then, Nono pointed toward Ellen's hand. "Hey, Ellen... look."

In her hand, the branch of the singing peach had bloomed—a vibrant, unexpected flower.

“...Wait, so does that mean... this awful sound can actually repel *Silver Annihilation Magic*?”

“Correct. This is the counter-song Hebroi. It can redirect Silver Annihilation Magic toward a
different silver bubble,” the man explained casually.

“But, if you send it to another silver bubble, won’t it just hit that one instead?!” Ellen exclaimed,
her voice rising in confusion.
The man seemed unconcerned as he replied, “Just aim for the Bubble world. It’s no problem.”

“But... that means the people in the Bubble world would...!” Ellen protested.

The man tilted his head as if puzzled by her reaction. “The Bubble world will perish. There’s no
issue. Besides, my song is a cursed song, a *curse hymn*. It curses those who hear it and
compels them to sing the same song. It’s not the same as the divine song, Rodwell.”

“The difference is that it’s a song anyone can sing,” the man said, his tone dismissive.

“That’s not okay! Even if anyone can sing it, using it to sacrifice other worlds to protect yourself
from Silver Annihilation Magic is wrong!” Ellen retorted, her voice full of conviction.

The man shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. “They don’t seem to think so.”

He turned to Donneldo, who replied, “Indeed, in my thought world, mastering the divine song
Rodwell is an immense challenge. If the counter-song Hebroi is easier to learn, then it would be
wise to go with that.”

“Since it’s a curse song, there must be some risks involved,” Ellen pointed out, her suspicion
growing.

“Wait a minute! But you’re diverting the attack to the Bubble World. If Silver Annihilation Magic
hits the Bubble World...” Ellen protested.

Liana Prina, the Empress of Water Calculations, clicked her water abacus thoughtfully. “Even
so, you should have a means to counter Silver Annihilation Magic. At least in the lower layers of
the Silver Bubbles, that would be the best option.”

“I understand your feelings, but when comparing your own world to the Bubble World, it’s
inevitable,” she added.
Ellen tried to argue further, but Liana interrupted, “After all, that’s the way of the Silver Sea. The
Bubble World...”

The man with the cursed song continued, "The Bubble World will eventually disappear, turning
into bubbles. Anyone who claims to protect it is just a hypocrite."

He then pointed at Donneldo and Liana Prina. "For now, I'll teach you both the return song, He
Broi. Listen carefully."

He took a deep breath once again. And then—

The air was filled with an ear-piercing, screeching sound, like a razor-sharp shriek that echoed
through the hall.
For a moment, both Donneldo and Liana Prina grimaced in pain. As the curse took form,
venomous, poisonous spikes appeared and pierced their ears in sync with the cursed song.

The cursed song pierced the air, but just as the cursed needles were about to strike, a deep,
resonant shout from Erlen and the others rang out.

At the same moment, a viscous, pitch-black light materialized and shattered the cursed
needles,nullifying the screeching cry. This was the "狂愛域" (狂愛域) — the "Mad Love Domain"
— created by the Fan Union.

Unbeknownst to them, the music of the *Sixth Hymn of the Demon Lord*, "Neighbor," began
playing throughout the lecture hall, its melodies echoing through the space.

"Songs meant to hurt others are wrong. A song should make everyone happy!" Erlen declared,
her voice firm and resolute.

The man sneered, "You're the one who's wrong. A song that once heard, lingers in your mind,
twisting hearts and changing the world. A song is a curse."

Erlen glared fiercely at him, her eyes unwavering, and he returned the gaze with a sharp,
penetrating look of his own. The tension between them escalated, the air thick with the conflict
over the true nature of music and its power

The man, introducing himself as Boiz, the leader of the Cursed Song World, Dimedion,
continued in a cold, dismissive tone. "If you don’t use Hebroy, there’s no way to counter the
Silver Annihilation Magic. It's only a matter of time."

Erlen clenched her fists, biting her lip as she struggled to respond. She looked towards me,
uncertain in her eyes. She wanted to believe that the Fan Union's anthem could protect them,
but Boiz's confidence in the cursed song's power cast a shadow over her hope.
"Do you really think sacrificing others to save yourself is the only way?" I challenged Boiz,
meeting his gaze.
He narrowed his eyes. "It's survival. There's no room for sentiment in a world like this."
The room fell silent, thick with tension as everyone weighed the cost of his ruthless solution.

"Your Demon Lord's hymn may cancel out the curse song, but it can’t block the Silver
Annihilation magic, can it?"

"That...," Eren faltered, struggling to respond.

"It will be able to soon enough," I assured her, drawing a sidelong glance from the man.

"I don't recall hearing about using curse songs as a countermeasure to Silver Annihilation
magic. Who exactly are you?"
"I recently joined Pablo Hetara," the curse-song man replied.

"I am Boiz, head of the Curse Song World, Dymedion. In the end, without using Hebloi, there's
no way to counter the Silver Annihilation magic. It’s just a matter of time."

§7. [Supplement]

The Supreme Court of the Holy Order.

At this current session of the Six Academies Court Assembly, three members of the Holy Six
Academies are present.

There is **Holy King Lebrahald** of the Sacred Sword World Haiphoria, **Bellamy the Witch of
the General Workshop** from the Forge World Bardilua, and myself.

"The Puppet World Lutzendfort is currently in the middle of a ritual to appoint its ruler, so they
are absent. The Puppet Emperor has stated they will abide by the decisions of the Holy Six
Academies," announced Ottorul, the God of Judgement, explaining the reason for the Puppet
World’s absence.

"Who will they choose, I wonder? For me, it was easiest to work with Recol, given our history,"
Bellamy said, bringing up the topic.

"I agree, but he’s likely just a placeholder until the new leader is selected," replied Lebrahard.
"The Puppet Emperor probably chose someone who wouldn’t stir up trouble. Ordinarily,
conflicting interests would complicate things."

Since drawing the Holy Sword of Spirit, Evansmana, Lebrahard had changed somewhat. He
seemed more confident than before, as if now assured that his path had been the right one.
That confidence was natural, but...

"Is something the matter, Head Anos?" he asked, noticing my expression.

“No,” I replied casually, turning my gaze toward Ottoluru. She spoke in her usual, businesslike
tone.

"Now, we’ll proceed to the first agenda item. Currently, only four of the Sacred Six Academies
are active. To ensure the fairness of the Six Academies Court Meeting, we will appoint
replacements for the two missing academies."

A teleportation magic circle activated, and three individuals appeared. One of them was familiar
to me.
"This is the Head of the Cursed Song World, Dimedion: the Song King, Boiz," Ottoluru
introduced the man, who wore rings on all his fingers—the same one who had caused quite a
stir in the Deep Hall earlier.

Next, Ottoluru gestured toward a pair of individuals, a man and a woman.

“And here we have the main deity of the Education World, Rôdenne—the Education God,
Gargari—and its head, Karla.”

The Education God Gargari was a gentleman with a whip in hand, sporting a neatly groomed
Kaiser mustache, slicked-back hair, and a monocle over one eye. Head Karla, by contrast, was
a modestly dressed young girl with no adornments, her blue hair simply tied back in a single
ponytail.

“The Jujutsu Conservatory of the Cursed Song World will now take the fifth rank, and the
Enlightenment Academy of the Education World will assume the sixth rank. If anyone has
objections, please raise your hand.”

Bellamy raised her hand smoothly.

“It’s not exactly an objection,” she began, “but you know, since Pablo Hetara...”

“Why weren’t they one of the academies in Pablo Hetara?” Bellamy asked, her tone reflecting
some dissatisfaction.

Ottoluru responded, “Regarding the elevation to the Six Great Academies, we approached
higher-ranked academies, but each declined. Their reasons stem from recent events—the
Evezeino invasion, the ‘Silver Realm Magic Bullet’ of the Magic Bullet World, and a lack of
forces to contend with these threats.”

Becoming one of the Six Great Academies would grant greater authority, but with that comes
added responsibility. In light of the dangers posed by Pablo Hetara, any member academy must
be prepared to stand on the front lines.

The worlds that had witnessed Calamity Isaac, the Machine God, and the ‘Silver Realm Magic
Bullet’ first-hand were understandably reluctant.

“The Cursed Song World and the Education World both had prior interactions with the Dream
World, Forforal, which was once one of the Six Great Academies.”

Ottoluru continued, “They sought admission after learning of Forforal’s downfall and
subsequently provided information to Pablo Hetara.”

Bellamy glanced at the newcomers—the Cursed Song King Bois, the Education God Gargari,
and the head of state, Karla. “Well, it’s certainly a better alternative than Evezeino.”
Then Rebrahald spoke up, “I received a report of the disturbance in the Deep Hall earlier. Am I
correct in assuming that the countermeasure to the Silver Annihilation Magic was withheld?”

“Of course,” Bois replied casually. “If the existence of the Counter-Song Hebloi were widely
known, the Magic Bullet World might have tried to shift blame onto us.”

Without any sense of guilt, Bois responded. Unlike the divine song Rodwell, the Counter-Song
Hebloi requires shifting the target to another silver bubble in order to divert attention. For
example, the Cursed Song World could claim that the Silver Bullet Magic's target was shifted
toward the Holy Sword World, Highphoria.

"Now that the Silver Annihilation Magic is actually being used, I figured it would be better to
spread Hebloi. If the truth comes out later, it would look even more suspicious," Bois continued.

That seemed to be the reason for joining Pablo Hetara. Indeed, it makes sense to reveal the
truth before it becomes a suspicion.

"Any other statements?" Otterlu asked.

No one raised their hand.

"Then, the Cursed Song World’s Magic Academy will be ranked 5th, and the Educational
World’s Enlightenment Academy will be ranked 6th, both rising to the Holy Six Academies.
Those in favor, please raise your hand."

I, Lebralhardo, and Bellamy raised our hands.

"Three votes in favor, zero against. The promotion is approved unanimously. Additionally, the
Reincarnation World Militia and the Demon King Academy will be promoted to the 2nd rank. The
Forge World Bardilura and the All-Purpose Workshop will be demoted to the 3rd rank," Otterlu
reported.

The Reincarnation World Militia has been promoted? I hadn’t heard of that.

"Hou."

"So, there was no particular reason for promotion, was there?"

There hadn't been any Silver Water Rank battles either.

"We conducted a reassessment of the Reincarnation World Militia. Due to the reincarnation of
the Godless Continent, it was confirmed that the Fire Dew of the Deep World has transferred to
the Reincarnation World Militia."

"The Reincarnation World Militia is an Bubble world without a main god, so it doesn't have real
depth. However, when calculated as a normal silver bubble, it exceeds the Forge World
Bardilura in depth. It also possesses the corresponding characteristics. Therefore, it has been
deemed eligible for promotion."

Not really deep, huh? That's an odd thing to say.

"The increase in Fire Dew in the Bubble world is a phenomenon that deviates from the natural
laws of the Silver Water Holy Sea. It's an unknown event even for Pablo Hetara. They must
have had no choice but to make that judgment."

"Now, let's move on to the next topic. The Sorcery Music Academy and the Enlightenment
Academy, please take your seats."

When Otterluru said this, Boiz and Carla each took the seats prepared for them.

Once they were seated, she continued,

"According to the Reincarnation World Militia's leader, Anos, there is a risk of vortex movement
in the *Absolute Vortex* once again. If that is true, it would need to be dealt with by Pablo
Hetara."

"Honestly. You just keep bringing up one troublesome issue after another..."

"You're always bringing troublesome things up," Bellamy muttered.

"I heard most of this in advance, but is it really true? The story about the Great Demon King
preventing the *Absolute Vortex* is news to us."

"It is true that the Great Demon King's lifespan is nearing its end. If Nyah is destroyed, the Deep
Twelve Realms will be swallowed by the Abyss World, and the *Absolute Vortex* will start
moving again."

As I explained,

"How did you end up talking to that Great Demon King? Can you tell us?" asked Rebrahaldo.

"Just the other day, I remembered. I was reincarnated in the Militia world..."

Before I was reincarnated, I was in the Silver Water World, Listeria."

Bellamy and Rebrahaldo's gazes became tense, as if they had just realized something.

"Two Laws Heretic Noah, that was my name in my past life."

"Two Laws Heretic...?"

Bellamy exclaimed in surprise. Boiz, Carla, and Rebrahaldo also looked at me with expressions
of shock.

"Wait a minute, how does that work? The Two Laws Heretic was always in conflict with Pablo
Hetala. When did you reincarnate?"

"Fourteen thousand years ago. Since then, the Two Laws Heretic you all met was a substitute,
my servant, Ronclus."

"Well..."

"…If you really are the Two Laws Heretic, it wouldn't be strange for you to have interacted with
the Great Demon King, but it's still hard to believe," Bellamy said, tilting her head in confusion.

"That may be true," Rebrahaldo said.

"Are you really going to believe it? It's an absurd story," Bellamy shrugged her shoulders.

"Lord Anos may tell absurd stories, but he has never lied. He took the Unholy Continent in the
Deep Twelve Realms, yet somehow managed to avoid the wrath of the Great Demon King and
came back, so I actually find it reasonable," Rebrahaldo continued.

"…Well, that is certainly true."

Bellamy, though half-convinced, didn't seem to be able to voice a clear opposition.

"Let's move on. You said that the Great Demon King is preventing the swirl of the *Absolute
Whirlpool* with Abyssal Magic, correct? So, is the idea that Pablo Hetara will try to obtain this
Abyssal Magic?" Rebrahaldo asked.

"No," Anos replied. "That wouldn't be a fundamental solution. If it requires such a grand
tug-of-war using Abyssal Magic to maintain, then this sea will inevitably perish someday."

No matter how strong a rope is, it will eventually snap.

"Well then, what do you plan to do?" Bellamy asked.

Bellamy asked, "Do you think taking your time like that will be enough? Even the Great Demon
King eventually had no choice but to use Abyssal Magic, right?"

"That's true," Anos replied. "However, Amul seems to have realized something."
He then continued, explaining his plan. "First, we need to investigate the *Abyss* in the Deep
Twelve Realms. If the *Abyss* and *Abyss* intersect to form the *Absolute Whirlpool*, there
might be a clue there."

Anos had already secured permission for the Demon King, Zinia, to enter the Deep Twelve
Realms. Although, given the nature of the cunning demons, it wasn't guaranteed that they would
follow orders. But that was a concern for another time.

"That's why I said we must not stop the *Absolute Whirlpool*," Anos continued.

"The Demon King isn't necessarily the absolute authority, is he?" Bellamy questioned.

"Well, that's true," Bellamy added, implying that the hope was slim.

Anos addressed the assembly, "Then, to prevent the *Absolute Whirlpool* from occurring, we
will gather the full strength of Pablo Hetara and proceed with the investigation of the Deep
Twelve Realms. Those in favor, please raise your hands."

With the inclusion of Education God Gargali and Curse Song King Boiz, everyone raised their
hands.

"Five in favor, none opposed. Therefore, the investigation of the Deep Twelve Realms is
confirmed."

Anos then turned to Otterlulu, "Otterlulu, can the Puppet World join us?"

Anos asked, "Otterlulu, can the Puppet World join us?"

Otterlulu responded, "I have heard that the Puppet World will follow the results of the court
meeting. It is expected that General Rekor will participate in the investigation. However, the
Puppet World is currently in the midst of a ritual, so there may be a delay in their joining us."

Anos nodded, "That will do."

Otterlulu then addressed everyone, "With that, the Six Academy Court Meeting is adjourned.
Each academy should prepare quickly to head to the Deep Twelve Realms."

§8. [Oni Blade World]

The Silver Water Academy, Pablo Hetara, assembled a fleet and set off towards the Twelve
Deep Worlds.
From the Reincarnation World Militia, there were the Demon King's Train, the Sky Fortress Ship
Zeridohevnus, and the Forest Sea Ship Aioneria. The Forge World Bardilua contributed a
workshop ship, while the Holy Sword World Hyphoria dispatched the Silver Water Ship Nepheus
and the Holy Ship Eltofeus.

The ship from the Cursed Song World Dimedion, known as the "Curse String Ship," featured
stringed instruments like harps in place of sails. Accompanying this was a massive balloon from
the Education World Roudenne—a sideways tower suspended beneath it serving as the bridge.
Known as the "Magic Balloon," it was the fastest vessel in the Education World.

The Pablo Hetara fleet continued to sail smoothly, reaching the boundary of the Twelve Deep
Worlds' territorial waters. The overwhelming magical power radiated by the Great Demon King,
Zinnia Shivaheld, enveloped the entire area. Even the inhabitants of the deep realms would
hesitate when faced with such fearsome power.

The Holy Ship Eltofeus, carrying Lebrahard, along with Bardilua's workshop ship, the Curse
String Ship, and the Magic Balloon, all slowed their pace cautiously. However, the Forest Sea
Ship Aioneria, leading the fleet, did not reduce its speed and boldly entered the Twelve Deep
Worlds' territorial waters.

"‘Opposing Shadow Form.’"

Upon confirming Aioneria's entry, the other ships also began crossing into the territory one after
another.

From the Forest Sea Ship Aioneria, a magical circle was drawn aimed at the Demon Lord Train.
Shadows of silver-lit rails appeared, branching into twelve lines. These twelve shadowy tracks
extended forward, fading into the distance.

"I’ve connected the Twelve Deep Worlds. Follow these paths, and inter-world communication
should be easier."

I relayed this message across the fleet via telepathic communication.

"Understood. Then, proceed as planned toward each designated silver bubble. Report any
unforeseen events. However, if the situation is urgent, feel free to handle it at your discretion.
We can’t predict what will happen in the Twelve Deep Worlds, so be especially vigilant of any
Demon Lords."

Likewise, Lebrahard also addressed the entire fleet.

"I know, I’m not a child, you know," Bellamy replied as she adjusted the workshop ship’s course.
The holy ship *Elthpheus* and the Demon King's Train also each set off in separate directions.

After a while, a silver bubble appeared ahead of the workshop ship.

"Well, looks like we’re the first to arrive," Bellamy said as she guided the workshop ship
downward.

In front of her was a small world with countless towering structures that looked like mountains.

"That’s because it’s the closest," Shin said beside Bellamy.

"Huh? Aren’t those… blades, not mountains?"

Ruhazan squinted with his magical eye, carefully observing the objects sprouting from the
ground in that world. They were countless blades, so immense that they reached the sky,
densely packed to look like mountains.

"Blade Mountain, huh? In this Demon Blade World, Mihaym, it's said that demons inhabit the
blades. Rocks, trees, flowers—all are blades here. Be careful," Bellamy explained.

Silk, looking puzzled, tilted her head and then whispered to Shin.

"How does the old lady know about the Deep Layer Twelve Worlds?"

"Perhaps you should ask her yourself? After all, you came back here to make amends, didn’t
you?"

Shin answered straightforwardly, causing Silk to wave her hands frantically.

"N-No, it’s not like I...! It's just that the old lady asked for my help, so I had no choice...!" Silk
muttered, looking a bit embarrassed as she lowered her gaze.

Silk was one of the top blacksmiths in the versatile workshop, and Bellamy had invited her on
this expedition specifically to bring her back after a quarrel had driven her away. Yet, both of
them were stubborn, so their conversations had been mediated through Shin.

"I heard about it from a customer," Bellamy added. "Figured if we’re going somewhere, it’s more
convenient to choose a world I know a little about."

In response to Shin’s question, Bellamy answered, “Yeah.”

Silk, who had caught up from behind, was listening intently. “Hey,” she said, pointing into the
distance. “Isn’t it that way?”
“I feel like I can hear a ton of voices, like the voices of swords... though it’s not exactly swords,
but something sword-like,” she added, almost instinctively, trying to explain what she sensed.

Shin and Bellamy exchanged looks.

"The 'Abyss' in the Oni Blade World is the 'Slash Blade Demon Abyss.' It’s said to draw the
obsession of swords," Bellamy explained.
"There are various kinds of 'Abysses,'" Shin remarked.

"It is said to draw in the obsession of swords," Shin continued.

"There are many kinds of 'Abysses,'" he added. "Swords with strong magical power, like magic
swords, holy swords, and divine swords, all carry the thoughts or emotions of their wielders. Of
course, it’s not as clear-cut as it is with humans or demons, but since Shin was originally a
magic sword, he likely understands this well."

"If that's the case, the sword voices Silk heard might have come from the 'Slash Blade Demon
Abyss.' Let's go check it out," Shin suggested.

With that, Shin flew toward the direction Silk had pointed, moving swiftly.

As she followed Shin, Silk glanced at Bellamy with a pleased expression.

"If you're going to brag, you should wait until we actually find the Abyss," Bellamy said with a
smirk. "You always act like the sword is already made before you've even struck it. I keep telling
you your approach is too hasty."

"Ahh, ahh, enough already, you're so noisy!" Silk groaned, covering her ears and grimacing.
"It's not like I'm forging a sword, so what's the big deal?" Silk muttered.

"That's not the point! How many times do I have to tell you that your mindset shapes the sword
you strike?!" Bellamy replied, frustrated.

"...But, I've already gotten to the point where I can reforge the spirit-sword, so maybe your way
is a bit old-fashioned..." Silk mumbled under her breath.

Bellamy shot her a sharp glare, her eyes narrowing dangerously. Silk flinched, her body
trembling in response.

"Did you say something?" Bellamy asked sharply.

"N-Nothing," Silk muttered, shrinking back and pouting as she whispered, "I was just grumbling."

"Silk, Bellamy."

Suddenly, Shin, who had been flying ahead, came to a halt and stretched out his arm to block
their path. He wasn’t trying to mediate their argument, though.

His gaze was sharp as he warily observed the space ahead.

"Something's coming."
A powerful gust of wind blew, so strong it seemed like it could push Shin and the others away. At
the same time, a voice rang out.

"I was wondering why the old Demon King was sending someone, but it seems he sent
someone quite interesting."

Bellamy widened her eyes slightly in surprise.

The man who appeared before them with the wind had two horns protruding from his head. He
had short black hair, a well-built physique, and a magic sword hung at his waist.

"Who are you?" Shin asked, his gaze sharp.

"I am the Fourth Demon King, Azemi Rizezu," the horned man replied.

"The conversation should have already been arranged. We are headed to the 'Zanba Oni
Abyss'..."

"We have business with it. Could you guide us?"

"If you go straight ahead, you'll find it. However, before that, I have one request," the Fourth
Demon King, Azemi, said, placing his hand on the hilt of his magic sword.

"What is it?" Shin asked.

The moment he spoke, Azemi unsheathed the sword and pointed its blade directly at Bellamy.
Without hesitation, Shin immediately drew his *Shien Zai* and intercepted the strike with his
*Shiken Garagyudosu*, a sword of corpse flame, summoned from a magic circle.

*Clang!* A high-pitched metallic sound rang out in the air.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Look at that. The dull blade is already cracking."

Azemi’s magic sword had dug into Shin's *Shiken Garagyudosu*, leaving a crack along its edge.
Despite being crafted by Silk, the sword that only Shin could wield was completely outmatched
in strength by Azemi's blade.

"No way!"

"Eh?"

Silk exclaimed in surprise. She stared at the two magic swords, comparing them carefully.
"It's no lie. This is the *Reimei Oniken Magima*—the supreme sword, one that no number of
swords from the Silver Water Holy Sea could match. It's a magic sword of incredible power."

"That's not true!"

With an almost shout, Bellamy retorted to Azemi. Her fierce words made Silk tremble, her face
showing even more shock than before.

"That can't possibly be the supreme sword! Just move out of the way and don’t ever speak to
me again!!!"

Bellamy spoke with a forceful tone.

"Then, have it redone, please."

Silk glanced at Bellamy.

Bellamy glared back at Azemi with a stern expression.

"When you made it, it was certainly the strongest..."

"You were actually hoping, weren't you? That this sword would break," the Fourth Demon King
said, and Bellamy was left speechless.

"Too bad. *Reimei Oniken Magima* is your masterpiece, Bellamy."

With a heavy thud, Bellamy slammed her heavy magic hammer toward Azemi. However, it didn't
hit his body. Instead, it was blocked by the *Reimei Oniken* sword.

"I told you to shut up, Fourth Demon King!!" Bellamy yelled.

Azemi sighed deeply and scratched his head. "Guess I’ll have to let it slide today, for the old
man's sake." He spoke in a tired tone and sheathed his magic sword. Then, with a flick of his
hand, he teleported away.

§9.【Winged World】

The scenery shifted from the dark sky to a clear blue one. From the Silver Water Ship Nefeus
countless birds could be seen flying by.

"Wow, look at all the birds!" Eleonore said with a smile, glancing around the deck at the birds
flying nearby. "So many birds..." Zessia murmured.
"Right?" Zessia and Ennessone then spread their arms like wings and started mimicking the
birds, flapping their arms. Despite having wings on her head, Ennessone was also flapping her
hands.

"Flap, flap, flap!" They chanted together.

As they did, both of them suddenly began to float gently into the air.

"We... we’re flying..." Zessia exclaimed, surprised yet overjoyed, flapping her arms with even
more energy.

"Huh? How is that happening? You're not using Flight <Fless>, are you?" Eleonore squinted,
staring at her children as if witnessing the impossible.

"No cheating...! Zessia has... become a bird!" Zessia declared.

"I can feel myself catching the air! Look," Ennessone added, lightly flapping the wings on her
head. Her body shot upward, as if freed from gravity, and in an instant, she was just a tiny dot in
the sky.

"Wow, she's super fast! Enne-chan, don’t go too far! You’re in a new world, so come back soon!"
Eleonore called, her voice filled with both amazement and a hint of concern.

Eleonore called out, and Ennessone quickly descended, cutting through the air with a proud
"ahem" as she landed right in front of her.

"Enne... you're amazing..." Zessia admired in awe, as Ennessone puffed out her small chest
proudly.

“This must be due to the order of the Winged World, Arifaaba. Here, the air has a unique
quality—momentarily graspable. It’s an ideal environment for flight,” remarked a noblewoman in
a cloak, dressed in a manly style as she joined them on the deck. She was Viscount Fléadoll,
one of the Five Holy Lords.

"So, so, does that mean the Demon King here has wings?" Eleonore asked, intrigued.

"No, according to information from Sovereign Anos, the ruler of the Winged World is actually the
Fourth Demon King, Azemi, of the Oni Tribe. He doesn’t possess wings," explained Viscount
Freadol.

The demon kings are waging territorial battles to determine the successor to the Great Demon
King. Originally, the Winged World had a different ruler, but Azemi defeated them and took
control. Therefore, no demon king resides permanently in this realm. Out of the Twelve Deep
Worlds, this one is relatively safe. Of course, the demon kings don’t stay in one place for long.

"Hmm?" Eleonore glanced curiously at Freadol's feet.

Behind her, a small figure peeked out, with a tiny hand barely visible.

"Oh, what an adorable child!"

"My apologies for the late introduction. She was asleep until just a moment ago. Come on, step
forward," Freadol gently urged the little girl hiding behind her to come forward.

"This is my child, Palm. Go on, introduce yourself."

"I'm Palm. Nice to meet you," the girl said. Despite her young age, her voice was steady and
surprisingly bold, though her words were slightly lisped. She seemed about the same age as
Zeshia but had an air of maturity.

At this, Zeshia stepped forward with determination.

"That's right. Parm is my source clone, created due to certain circumstances. In a way, she's a
part of me."

Flareador said this while gently patting Parm's head. Parm, as if she understood, nodded with a
slightly proud expression.

"A source clone..." Eleonore murmured, glancing at Zeshia. "I see. Since they're the same,
maybe Zeshia felt a sense of closeness."
Zeshia looked back and forth between Flareador and Parm, her brows furrowing as if in thought.
Then, breaking into a smile, she gave a small bow and said, "Nice to meet you..."

"Ohhh...!"

Partway through Fléadol's explanation, Zeshia eagerly raised her voice, her eyes sparkling as
she clasped both of Palm's hands in her own.

"Apart from my sisters... you're the same... it's my first time...!"

Meeting a fellow source clone for the first time, Zeshia excitedly shook Palm's hands up and
down.

"Your sisters are source clones too? How many are there?" Palm, perhaps feeling a connection
to Zeshia, asked with curiosity.

Zeshia quickly spread her hands wide in response.

"Ten? That's a lot!"

Zeshia shook her head vigorously from side to side.

"...Ten thousand...!"
"Ten thousand...?"

Palm’s eyes widened in surprise, and Fléadol, equally astonished, rounded her eyes.

As expected of an source clone parent and child, their expressions were almost identical.

"This can't be ten thousand, can it?"

Palm mimicked Zeshia’s gesture, holding out both hands with five fingers extended on each. It
seemed the real shock was not at the number ten, but at the number ten thousand.

"Ten thousand...!"

Not to be outdone, Zeshia held up all ten fingers, determinedly insisting that the number was
indeed ten thousand.

“Ten fingers, right? So why ten thousand? What's your reasoning?”

“Even if it's only ten fingers... Zeshia's feelings... are in the thousands…!”

With utmost conviction, Zeshia declared her stance.

“...”

Palm, momentarily speechless, found herself under Zeshia’s intense, determined gaze.

“Pfft…”

Unable to resist the sheer force of Zeshia's logic, Palm burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

Clutching her stomach, Palm laughed heartily, showing a childlike expression for the first time.

“You're such a fool,” Palm remarked, almost absentmindedly.

At this, Zeshia puffed her cheeks out in a pout.

“Zeshia is not a fool…!”

“I mean it in an interesting way,” Palm corrected herself.

Hearing this, Zeshia's expression immediately brightened into a smile.

“Interesting Zeshia...!” Proudly, Zeshia declared it.

Seeing this, Palm couldn't help but giggle. “Palm... let’s fly together…!”
Zeshia flapped her hands again and floated up into the air. Imitating her, Ennesorne began to
flap her hands as well.

Following the order of the Winged World, she gently floated upwards.

"We're off...!"

"I'm going!"

Zeshia, Palm, and Ennesone formed a line, and they flew just above the deck, floating along the
air at a low altitude.

Though Palm seemed a bit confused, Zeshia and Ennesone were laughing joyfully with wide
smiles, and Palm didn’t seem to mind.

"It must have been quite the ordeal."

While watching her daughters play, Flare Doll spoke up.

"Hmm?"

When Eleonore tilted her head in confusion, Flare Doll turned to face her.

"Creating a thousand Source Clones, even in times of peace, is no simple task."

"…Yeah… but everyone, Anos-kun helped us. Right now, Zecia is smiling like this, and we're all
really happy," Eleonore said with a smile. Flare Doll gave a soft smile in response.

"I understand."

She nodded, casting a warm gaze at her child.

"Palm is my greatest treasure. I would not hesitate to give my life to protect her."

"Aaah, you shouldn’t say things like that."

Eleonore teased, raising her index finger and laughing playfully.

"If Flare Doll-chan isn’t around, Palm-chan would be really sad, you know?"

Flare Doll chuckled softly.

"It’s the first time I’ve been called Flare Doll-chan."

"Ah…!"
Eleonore exclaimed, turning her gaze toward the direction the Silver Water Ship was heading.

"Could that be? The *Wings of the Wind Abyss*?"

In front of them, a column of light was visible in the sky. It was made up of countless shimmering
feathers, rising up to form a gigantic pillar of light.

The *Wings of the Wind Abyss*. It was the physical manifestation of the longing for the sky of
those who could only crawl on the ground. Each of those rising feathers represented a yearning
for the heavens.

"Palm, let’s go."

Flare Doll called her daughter.

Then, Palm, leading Zesia and the others, flew over, flapping her hands as she came.

With a faint smile, Flare Doll asked,

"Did you make friends?"

"Yes! I made my first friend, Mother."

Palm laughed innocently, just like a child. Flare Doll gently patted her head, then turned her
gaze toward the *Wind Abyss*.

"Let’s go. Your magic is essential for investigating the Abyss. I’ll need your help."

Flare Doll, Palm, and Eleonore, along with the others, flew toward the *Abyss*.

§10. [Mimicry World]

The cursed song world, Dimedion's cursed-string ship, and the magical airship of the
educational world, Rodennu, descended into the silver bubble.

Mimicry World, Raimeini.

It is one of the deep layers of the Twelve Realms.

"Kakakakaka, this world seems so plain and ordinary, doesn't it?" said Erldmades from the
bridge of the magical airship.

"Y-yes, but since it's called the Mimicry World, it might look ordinary at first glance, but perhaps
many things are imitating other things?"
Naya hesitantly offered her thoughts.

"For example, what might be imitating?"

"Clouds?"

"For example, um... that...?"

After looking around uncertainly, she pointed to the distance.

"Could it be those clouds...?"

Erldmades suddenly leaned in, staring at Naya as if scrutinizing her.

"...........W-was I wrong?"

"Correct!"

Erldmades snapped his fingers.

At that moment, his silk hat vanished with a puff of white smoke, reappearing above the clouds.

Several pigeons flew out from it and flew across the sky.

Then, a massive portion of the cloud began to shift.

It morphed into a shape resembling a mouth and swiftly swallowed the pigeons whole.

The cloud continued to change, revealing its true form.

A creature with wings, fangs, and claws emerged completely from the cloud.

"…Ah, a dragon…"

Naya on the bridge spoke out.

The cloud took the shape of a dragon with large wings.

It quickly shed its dragon form and began to shift,

returning to its original cloud disguise in just a few seconds.

"This is quite an interesting world," Erldmades remarked,

and with a clang, the bridge door opened.

"Go on."
"Y-yes!"

Naya gulped nervously, then boldly leapt through the open door.

Immediately following, Erldmades leapt in after them.

They descended straight down and landed in a vast meadow.

A few seconds later, the Education God Gargali and the Supreme Leader Karla landed there as
well.

They had jumped off the magical airship after Erldmades and the others.

"Well, well, well, what should we do first, Education God? And your student, too?"

Erldmades asked with a grin, his expression almost mocking as he turned to Gargali and Karla.

"Student?"

Supreme Leader Karla responded, tilting her head in confusion.

"Was I wrong?" Erldmades asked with a playful smile. "If the Education God is the ruler of a
world where the order of education is upheld, then I assumed you, the Supreme Leader, would
be the student, right?"

"Not incorrect, but not quite right either," Karla replied plainly, offering her assessment.

"I am the head of the disciples," she added.

"What does that mean?" Erldmades asked, clearly unfamiliar with the term.

Before Karla could explain further, Education God Gargali spoke up.

"It's not surprising if others from different worlds are unaware. In the Education World, Rodenne,
the gods impart knowledge, and people receive it. However, being a student isn’t simply about
learning alone."

"Oh? Meaning?" Erldmades asked with growing interest.

"When a master imparts teachings to their disciples, there are times when the master, in turn,
learns from them. A truly devout follower is one who, while receiving the teachings of the gods,
can also impart wisdom to the gods themselves. That is what we call the *Monka
Soushou*—the Head Disciple."
"A devout follower, one who can receive the sacred teachings of the gods and offer teachings
back to them. Through this mutual exchange of wisdom between god and person, both grow
and advance together—that is the way of the educational world, Rodenne."

"That sounds… rather wonderful," Naya said, her voice filled with admiration.

Naya's face lit up with a happy smile.

"Really?" Eldmaed asked, leaning in to peer at her closely.

"Uh… well… it's just…" Flustered by his gaze, she shyly looked away.

"I was thinking… maybe I could be of some help to Lord Death King as well, even just a little…"

"I seeee! Indeed, even this Fierce Death King is a god in his own way," Eldmaed replied with a
mischievous grin.

With a sly, scheming grin, the Fierce Death King chuckled.

"Eldmaed-sensei, about that response from earlier," Gagari spoke up.

"According to Sovereign Anos, the 'Abyss' in the Mimic World is known as the 'Illusory Abyss,' a
place where desires to deceive others converge. It's likely that something in this world is
disguised as it," he explained.

"I agree," Eldmaed nodded, acknowledging the thought.

Eldmaed nodded in agreement.

"It may take time, but the best way to proceed is to search on foot," Gagari stated, setting their
course.

However, right after he spoke, a voice came from above.

"—You're an idiot, aren't you?"

Gagari and the others looked up, surprised. Descending straight from the sky was the
Sovereign of the Cursed Song World, Boyce the Song King.
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