"Two people?"
What does that mean?
While on the way, Finn finally realized the truth of the entire incident.
However, the others did not grasp his meaning.
It was understandable, after all, everyone who was rushing over was in a state of anxiety and tension.
Especially Gareth and Bete, whose tempers were practically erupting and affecting the emotions of those around them.
In this situation, how could they possibly think calmly?
Finn looked at the arena ahead and kept his thoughts to himself.
After all, it was just a guess, and it might not be true.
If he revealed it here, it might raise their hopes only for them to be suddenly disappointed.
He pointed ahead: "We're almost there, let's observe the situation first."
At the same time, he silently prayed in his heart.
His overly optimistic guess must come true!
Because it concerned the future direction of the girls' lives.
Perspective shifts.
In the stands of the arena, a figure tightly wrapped in a cloak had been watching in the same posture for a long time.
Under normal circumstances, some might find it suspicious.
But at such a critical moment of intense fighting, everyone who remained to watch was focused on the center of the arena, with no one paying attention elsewhere.
This led to "her" slowly waking up only now.
"Ugh..."
The first thing the girl felt was a headache.
After all, it wasn't normal rest but a forced shutdown.
She covered her head, groaned twice, and for a moment thought she was lying in her Familia dorm bed.
But soon, the scent that entered her nose jolted her awake.
This, this is the bad guy's scent!
He used this kind of high-class, and one could tell, very manipulative fragrance!
The Elf girl, recalling many things, immediately twitched her pointed ears sensitively.
She didn't understand why she was surrounded by this scent.
Could it be that she had been abducted by him!?
Damn it! That lecherous Devil had finally made a move on her!
Although he was tall, handsome, mysterious, and strong, and very good at flirting.
But, but this was too fast...
Boom!!
Just as she was confused and disoriented, a fierce tremor in front of her completely jolted her out of her girlish, rosy fantasy!
"Wah aah aah!"
The Elf girl, who nearly lost her balance, couldn't see what was happening ahead due to the hood obscuring her view.
She took two deep breaths, then stood up and tore off the oversized cloak and hood.
In the sunlight, her soft, blown-yellow hair became messy.
Lefiya's sea-blue eyes blinked; she was like a little bird let out of a cage, momentarily unable to find her bearings.
And in the arena, large clouds of dust temporarily obscured the view.
"Um..."
Lefiya turned and patted the shoulder of a man next to her.
She wanted to ask what was going on.
But who would have thought that as soon as the man turned around, he looked as if he had seen a ghost, frantically backing away and letting out a horrifying scream at her!
"A ghost!"
Lefiya was startled by his reaction.
At the same time, she felt deeply hurt.
Excuse me, although I can't be called a peerless beauty like Ms. Ais that everyone loves, I'm still a delicate and pretty girl, right!
What is with that disrespectful attitude?
Just as Lefiya was angrily looking at the person who turned and ran, she was surprised to find that the surrounding people were also looking at her with fear!
"A dead person! The dead person has resurrected~!!"
"We've seen a ghost!!"
Some people couldn't handle the shock and immediately took off running.
The rest either had their legs give out from fright or were too dizzy to move.
What is all this about!
Lefiya was so affected by everyone's behavior that she lost her confidence.
Were they all lying to me when they usually said I was cute?
Do I actually look very ugly?
Just as she was feeling confused, a member of the Ganesha Familia rushed over from the side.
"What's wrong, what's wrong?"
She stopped, sweating profusely, but upon seeing Lefiya, her face instantly went from hot sweat to cold sweat!
"G-ghost, a ghost!"
"I am not a ghost!" Lefiya immediately covered her mouth.
The adventurer, seeing Lefiya's reaction, also realized something was off.
How could there be a ghost in broad daylight, and in a place with so many people?
Besides...
A ghost wouldn't have a big turtle drawn on its face, would it?
Her expression was complicated, and she didn't dare move for a moment.
Lefiya stepped forward and took her hand directly.
The girl's hand was warm and soft, and the close proximity of her breath also helped the adventurer calm down.
"You, you're actually not dead?" She scrutinized Lefiya, who was completely unharmed, except for the graffiti on her face, and didn't know how to react.
"Ah, I can't explain it to you!" Lefiya didn't waste any more words: "Where is Lady Loki? Please tell me, where is Lady Loki?"
The adventurer tremblingly pointed to the side.
Lefiya then took off running toward the side of the stands.
It wasn't far from Loki's location.
Soon, she spotted the figure with the reddish-brown hair.
"Lady Loki!"
Lefiya tried hard to call out, drawing the attention of people along the way, but also seeming like a flood or fierce beast, scaring everyone into falling over!
"Who is it?"
Loki turned her head upon hearing the call.
Good heavens!
Her face drastically changed; the serious expression she had moments ago had completely turned into the shocked ahen-gao (exaggerated face) of a comedic character.
"Ghost, ghost..."
Loki pointed at the rapidly approaching Lefiya, whose pretty face changed: "I am not a ghost!"
This single sentence instantly sobered Loki up.
She was a Goddess, after all, and had seen the souls of the departed.
Even a vengeful spirit would never have a big turtle drawn on its face!
"Lefiya!" She excitedly spread her arms.
And Lefiya, full of joy, hugged her Goddess.
Although Loki was usually perverted, jumpy, always dumped her work on Finn, and was generally unreliable.
But at this moment, Loki's presence made Lefiya feel incredibly safe.
She hugged the flat-chested Goddess tightly.
The powerful pressure of her own impressive bust made Loki absolutely certain that this was a living person!
"Lefiya, how did you..."
Loki wanted to stay calm, but when she saw the big turtle, she almost couldn't keep a straight face.
"What's wrong?" The girl, sensitive to others' stares, touched her face and rubbed off a smear of black.
A bad feeling rose in her heart. She pulled out the small mirror she always carried and immediately let out a scream!
"Aah aah aah! That guy! That stinky bastard!"
"How could he, how could he do such a thing!"
Her cry was incredibly tragic; one might think he had done something truly horrible to her.
But the comical scene ended here.
The fierce conflict behind her also brought Lefiya's attention back to the arena.
"Lady Loki, what in the world is..."
She peered through the layers of dust, her gaze penetrating the mass of black wind and flickering flames.
Finally, her eyes widened, filled with shock.
She saw two wild beasts tearing and gnawing at each other in the arena!
Ais, enveloped in black flames, and Eugene, roaring and launching attacks, both refused to back down, unleashing their full power on the other!
Ais's momentum was clearly superior, but Eugene seemed to completely ignore her slashes, recklessly enduring the gusts of wind blades and relentlessly pursuing Ais.
One was weaker but abandoned everything.
The other was powerful but full of considerations.
Even Lefiya could instantly see the current state of the two in the arena.
How long have they been fighting?
What is the meaning of these black winds?
Why has Ms. Ais's aura changed like this?
And Eugene... what is he fighting for that he would risk his life to battle Ms. Ais?
"Don't ask me, I completely can't figure that guy out anymore."
Loki helplessly held her head. She had originally decided that Eugene was an irredeemable villain.
But when Lefiya appeared here, completely unharmed, that cruel impression was instantly overturned.
He wouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately.
But then why did he use such cruel methods against Ais?
He was willing to force her to the brink of death just to make her master the Black Wind.
Was the 'Black Dragon' apocalypse, as Eugene claimed, truly so imminent?
What they didn't know was that the original author, Omori-sensei, had already decreed that the entire storyline would conclude within one year of Bell's adventure beginning.
This meant that the Black Dragon's arrival was very, very close!
So close that people couldn't imagine it, were at a loss, and were powerless to resist!
How could they fight in one year?
Perhaps Ottar, who had reached Lv8, plus the three giants who had reached Lv7 at most, and a group of high-level Lv6 adventurers.
Among this group, they couldn't even produce a single Lv9 leader.
Even with the Level Up, it would be difficult to rival the configurations of the Zeus and Hera Familias of the past!
Inevitably defeated, inevitably dead!
Eugene himself didn't know what kind of miraculous way Omori-sensei would use to end that Dragon of the Apocalypse.
A normal group battle, even if the world's power were assembled, would only result in total annihilation.
Shouldn't he be anxious about this?
If he didn't stack Ais to the highest configuration as quickly as possible, how could Eugene rest easy?
Watching the two fighting in an extreme state, Lefiya could no longer bear for them to continue their struggle.
Why, why must they fight to the death?
Why can't they just talk things out?
She looked at the frantic Eugene, and her mind flashed back to her brief but incredibly reliable interactions with the man.
He was clearly a kind person.
He spoke many indifferent words, but in reality, he always acted (kindly).
Everything is under control.
She remembered Eugene's words.
At the same time, her heart felt a pang.
(Is everything under control?)So, is this current situation also under your control?
Is sacrificing yourself also part of your consideration?
"Enough, enough!"
The girl, whose eyes were red and heart was filled with sorrow, let out her tragic cry toward the two people in the arena.
"Please, stop fighting!"
This voice was just a small ripple in the enormous clamor, disappearing in an instant.
But Ais, whose senses were expanded to the extreme, still keenly caught it!
Her heart seemed to skip a beat.
She looked toward the edge of the arena with utter disbelief.
There, the crying Elf girl, her every expression and posture, perfectly matched the image in Ais's heart!
Except for the large, indelible turtle (drawn on her face).
It was Lefiya.
It really was Lefiya!
She hadn't died!
Ais's body stiffened, her steps halting; she felt her soul tremble.
She hadn't died.
So, what was the meaning of her battle?
It's finally here!!!!
Eugene's bottled-up frustration from being beaten for half the fight exploded in this moment!
He raised his battle axe high toward Ais, who had abruptly stopped her movement in the middle of a dash.
Then, he brought it down without reservation!
Pfft!!
A massive, tearing wound on Ais's chest spewed out a large amount of blood!
"Everything has meaning, my subject."
"Whether you lose or not is in your own hands."
"Did this much at least wake you up!?"
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