Isekai Kaeri no Ossan wa, Fusei Sukiru de Fathercon Musume-tachi o Tororori ni

Lord Brave.

"Remember, Philia? About the day I first rode."

No reply.

The Chief Cleric is looking at me sideways, keeping his silence.

I'm not so tight, so it won't be painful and speechless.

Are you frightened or simply unwilling to have a conversation?

"You were behind me then, weren't you? He turned his arm from his back and supported my body."

I reached out my left hand and thunderbolt magic got rid of the griffons around me.

The one that takes a direct hit falls as it rotates into your stiffness.

Carburized feathers scatter and envelop us.

"I was snooping at you back then. I was totally hit by the charm of an older woman, a simple kid."

……

The Chief Cleric is frowning.

He seemed confused about what he was going to say at a time like this.

"But now you look younger than me. It's alchemy, but I don't know what it is, but it's a bucket against the course of time."

If you squeeze your body, your mind will change.

It becomes the inner surface that nature and flesh deserve. I know that very well myself.

Vision creeps.

A deep sense of loss creeps up in the changed reality of the woman I once liked.

"You're not human anymore. Outside and inside. Why 'd you stop aging?

"... is that what you can say? I'm magically rebuilding most of my whole body, I don't know what you're talking about."

Even so.

This woman is right, I'm not the original Neutral Keisuke.

Arms I grew after they were cut, legs I fixed after a thousand cuts, necks I let regenerate after they were cut off.

I'm sure a man named Keisuke Nakamoto is long dead and it's the brave Kaisuke who's here.

I want the brave men who defend their country to be strong.

I want you to kill more enemies.

I'm sturdy, I'm a worker, I'm not afraid of anything, I don't feel any pain.

The point is, "I want you to quit being human," the result of continuing to respond to people's wishes is me now.

If I say so, I am no different than the tetrapod rolling over there.

Concrete blocks unwrought down to prevent the coastline from eroding.

A summoning brave man who keeps shielding himself silently to protect the humans from the waves of demons that push him.

If there is a difference, so much so that one is inorganic and the other organic.

I wasn't asked for a human role, and I wasn't allowed to be.

Why the hell did you keep putting up with it?

Because in other worlds, important things have been found.

Elsa is at the head of it - and I thought Philia was, too.

Even this one was included in the object of proper protection.

"The only reason I kept fighting until I was so much is to maintain a society where you guys live normally and die normally. To protect people's livelihood. To protect you from demons! You quit being a human being and become a woman who can't die!

The priest I admired, Philia, is nowhere else.

It's the cold-blooded, immortal clergyman who's here.

I felt sick of it and pulled the reins.

Tenma follows my forceful demands and turns her path to earth.

Let him run in the opposite direction of where he is so as not to involve Rio.

From the sheriff's point of view, it's a form of total ownership.

I'm sure you were going to slaughter Rio for me, because they're ruining that plan.

"You're gonna regret this."

The Chief Cleric is staring at me with his bloody eyes.

If I looked to my right hand, I would have started generating divinespheres again.

I guess to keep myself out of it. It adjusts its power by keeping it about the size of a soccer ball.

No matter, it's not me taking a direct hit in silence.

Immediately amputate the right arm and attempt to disable it.

"... Ah, ku...!

The scream that pushed him to death leaks, and the severed arm falls off.

But instantly it plays with healing magic, and a new forearm emerges.

What would you do if I were in the position of chief cleric?

With his back taken by an opponent far above his physical ability, he is obstructed every time he uses magic. I don't feel comfortable with the amount of MP left.

There is only one way out of this state. It's about taking a distance.

And with a big move infused with residual magic, we just have to aim for reversal.

Human beings with narrowed choices are easy to predict behavior.

So I dared to loosen my arms to keep the chief cleric in check.

Make it look as if you naturally lost your strength while you're only controlling your posture.

……

The chief clergyman took a good pleasure in inviting him.

"Goodbye."

He shook my arm and jumped out of Pegasus.

I guess you were going to use the momentum of the fall to distance yourself from me.

Huge light spheres are already available in both hands.

By releasing it to me in the air, I'm trying to change the situation.

Ranged attack while falling. Even if it seems exceptional, the extreme flashes are also blinding.

If we can get further distance into that gap, we might even be ready to escape.

One hand, for two advantages, steady hand.

But that's what saved my life.

"... what!?

I jump from the Heavenly Horse, Chief Cleric, and attempt to advance.

From the other side, it would just look like you've purposefully jumped into range.

But now I'm allowed to act up to twenty-one times at the same time, in a completely different physical law.

Even if they shoot me in the divinesphere right in front of me - no, it's because I'm in front of you.

A pure white aurora envelops us.

A tremendous mainstream of magic swallows the three of them and burns everything down.

Me, the chief cleric, and the other chief cleric.

"Awwwwwwwwwww!!

Duh, and you can make a damp noise and beat it up, two burns.

A little late, I'll land, too.

Shortly before the sheriff unleashed his full divine sphere, I cut him in two.

Recovery was applied shortly afterwards and allowed to grow.

In the Cleric Chief's perception, consciousness would have only been interrupted for a moment.

But in the meantime, there was another chief priest with the greatest firepower magic.

All you have to do is move it to a position that faces the other clergyman as he falls.

(d) Beyond being able to act eleven times, I can handle these processes in an instant.

What awaits after the planting is done is the shooting of the Divinesphere between the clergy chiefs.

The killings by the same person were expected to be considered suicides.

And I won that bet.

One of the chief clergymen is thrown to the ground without even being picky.

I tried to get close and take a pulse, but it was completely stopped.

Time retrograde is not activated. Definitely. They treat me like a suicide.

"Ah... ah..."

The other clergyman barely breathes as he burns black.

Both legs are blown away, his left arm is also lost, and it is even pitiful to crawl with a single right hand.

peeking into his face.

I was able to confirm that my mandible blew up and I had no teeth or tongue left.

This would make it impossible, for example, to utter words. Speak of healing magic and do not fear to regenerate your body.

All you have to do is wait for death, you burning cunt.

A creature that growls without language and just crawls like a potato worm.

"... uh, ah..."

I couldn't watch it anymore.

But I can't stab him in the face.

If you imitate that, it's because I'm the one who killed you.

Then the time retrograde is activated and everything is ruined.

All I had to do was stand a little farther apart and watch the chief of the clergy die.

"... whoa, whoa, whoa"

Chief Cleric, there's something groaning.

Words that are not human, desperately trying to spin meaningful sounds.

Uh-oh.

I know what that means.

Lord Brave.

That's what the Chief Cleric keeps repeating.

"Wow..."

The stretched arm was grasping a space of nothing.

He looked crippled.

Not a single piece of silver hair left that was so brilliant.

The bumpy scalp emits a bad odor and the skull is partially exposed.

The eyeballs were melting off, and cloudy liquids were flowing from the orbits.

Other parts are similar. I don't look like a woman or a human anymore.

But oddly enough, only the ears retain the prototype.

Speaking of which, I've heard that people are on the verge of dying, and the feeling that stays until the end is hearing.

What does that have to do with anything?

I slowly walk over to the Chief Cleric.

Crouch in and talk to the dying woman crawling through the ground.

"I'm here."

You're looking, I'll call you.

The chunk of meat that was the chief cleric looked like he had a grin, if not his fault. I don't have a jaw, but I do feel that way.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

Tense, burnt-smelling right hand of melted skin. I'll grip it gently and reassure you.

"Speaking of which, you've been anxious to hear the answer. Why did you modify your body? Maybe it's a woman's instinct to want to be young all the time, but it would be too much to do that."

"Ahhhh."

Slightly shallower breaths, Chief Cleric. The time is near at the end.

"If you hadn't done that, you would have gotten pretty old."

"Uh-huh. Uh-oh."

"... sorry. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa"

"... ok." Lord Brave, we've always been together. "

Satisfied, Chief Cleric's right hand slipped out of my hand.

He lays low on the ground in a weak movement and rapidly loses his life.

People to things. It's turning into a corpse, Chief Cleric.

Oh, it's over.

It's about to end.