133 – Serafia (7)
“What the hell… how can you do it so fast…”
“There’s no reason to tell a bitch like you that.”
Faust cuts off Serapia’s question about how he is here even though space movement is blocked, as he did in the archipelago.
Even if you dare to flirt, you can be caught at a weakness, and above all, talking about such a thing with a bitch like that is so distorted by Faust’s common sense that it is impossible.
It just confirmed the location through the shared sentence, ran in a straight line at the fastest speed, and physically destroyed everything in the middle, but Serafia now seems so confused that she can’t think of such a possibility.
“This… devil…!”
Serafia, who twists her mouth and bites her molars, clutches her stomach and glares at Faust as if she would kill her, but Faust, of course, catches Serafia’s gaze casually.
Being intimidated by something like Cerapia was absolutely impossible, and above all, I had already felt that level of ill-will over dozens of times.
Some of the countless people he had seen since possessing Faust’s body were those who radiated hatred comparable to Serapia’s.
[Please… Please kill that bastard!]
[Please grind your body to shreds and kill me without leaving a trace!]
[Take away all his five senses! It’s a better end for him than killing him to free him from suffering! So please please, my soul doesn’t matter anyway!!]
‘…Hmm.’
Faust compares the current Seraphia with the people who summoned him in the past and showed a similar level of hatred, and becomes dumbfounded.
Who started doing this, how dare you show your feelings like that?
Faust clenches his fists as he sees Serafia, who first attacked himself and Lucia, who had been living peacefully, and then shows his hatred like that, as if he feels unfair.
As expected, if you try to dominate without receiving any checks, your conscience will be crushed, and if things do not go according to your will, you will just become a child with a lot of fun. I’m in the same condition, so I’ll have to be careful.
Now… Then how will it come out?
“You dare to judge me now!!”
“…tsk.”
At that moment, Serafia, receiving Faust’s gaze, judges that she dares to be evaluated like other inferiors, and burns her anger even more.
I didn’t know Cerapia’s pattern and gimmick, so I just hit it once and watched it carefully, but to see such an oversensitive reaction like this, what kind of mindset do you have?
“die!!!”
Quaaa!
The vision is obscured by a huge flash of light.
The flash of light that suddenly protruded from Serafia’s fingertips was huge enough to cover her toes and head very easily, and was stronger than any other attack she had ever seen.
“Ha, hahahaha!!! Yes, it was like this before… Should have… Did… Huh?”
“…tsk.”
Of course, it’s strong, but it’s not enough to endanger my life.
As if I had fallen down the stairs, my whole body ached and ached, but that amount of pain couldn’t stop me from moving. No, even if there was more pain than that, it wouldn’t have been able to stop me.
It’s because he could never do something like that.
Serafia makes a slightly dazed noise when she sees me walking out of the room with a frown on her face despite being hit by the beam.
“Why, I’m so fine—- aaa…!”
His whole body is full of burns to say he’s fine, but… well, there’s no need to remind him of that.
It would be much better to swing your fist like this when you have time to say that.
Seraphia, who had barely managed to get herself together and stood up, was hit by my fist and fell backwards again, tumbling to the ground. Even if you say the ground, it’s just something that is just a rainbow light.
Puck-! Pooh!
“Kahah!!”
When I climbed onto the ground and swung my fist as I felt, Serapia let out a scream along with saliva.
It’s too extreme. Rather than wielding a fist with both hands recklessly like this, it would be better to use magic to make sure the damage was done.
But… I can’t.
Even though I know the answer with common sense, my instincts, my feelings, are making it impossible to choose such an option.
I want to shake my body to the point of sweating and beat Cerapia.
With this fist, I want to destroy Seraphia who has been tormenting Lucia, Serapia who punched Lucia, and Serapia who disturbed our peaceful life.
“I-iik!!”
Flash!
When Cerapia, who was being hit, let out a bizarre spirit, her whole body was bathed in hot flashes just as it had been before, the burns were getting worse, and her vision was filled with brilliant light.
The light was so powerful that it made Serapia completely invisible in front of me, blinding me in an instant.
However, even that was not enough to block my fist right now.
“With this-“
Puck- Puck-!
“—-hahahaha!”
Even if you are blind, there is no strain in punching.
I just punched and punched Serafia’s face that I had crushed.
I don’t think that Serapia, who has the power of light, will die with just such a blow.
But… but wouldn’t it be enough if I could give you the pain that could match it?
Puck- Puck-!
Thinking that way, I start to feel that this punching right now is not a meaningless emotional relief, but a reasonable act in its own way.
yes i am right
A painless death is a luxury for a bitch like this. Hit and hit and hit as much as you can… then end it as it is.
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Kwaaagh!
“What… what—- Kahak!”
Magi, which unconsciously protrudes from Faust’s body, melts into space as it is and tries to escape, but Serafia’s whole body is entangled in it, making it impossible to escape.
Magi is moved by her master’s demonic behavior for the first time in her life and is delighted to fulfill her duties as a tool.
“Dad…”
And Lucia, watching such a scene from afar, calls Faust anxiously.
Faust’s condition right now is quite unusual, to the extent that he can hardly feel the pain, although his lower stomach hurts and throbs from being beaten by Serapia just now.
Lucia, who has always been by Faust’s side until now, is moved by her father’s violent and violent side for the first time in her life, but on the other hand, her father, who has not always used violence, is a little strange. I’m worried that it seems like it’s been done.
“Here it is, it’s not long!!”
“Kuh, where the hell did you go—-… that one?”
And such feelings are no different from those who have been with Faust so far.
A few tens of minutes later, the warriors who came to Faust in a hurry, giving up their careful movement, fell silent as they saw Serafia and Faust riding on her in the distance.
Normally, Celestine would have made a bad joke about a man riding on top of a woman, but now the atmosphere is so dire that he can’t even joke about it.
After being punched, the spittle and blood that protruded from Serapia’s mouth were so numerous that they covered the shimmering space in rainbow colors. Even from such a distance, everyone could tell that the situation was serious.
“Ahh…”
“With this… it’s over.”
Since Serapia’s body is not made of a physical body, it maintains its appearance intact without any aspect of facial bones sinking, but it is still too gruesome to be a godly death.
Faust prepares a final attack on Seraphia, who flinches and makes a small groan.
Unlike just before, when he just punched out, Faust’s fists now began to contain surprisingly concentrated demonic energy, and that was enough to remind everyone who saw it of one fact.
Now, if that fist full of demonic energy was thrown out, Serapia would be finished on the spot.
“Death-“
“Dad!!”
And at such an important moment, Lucia intrudes and stops Faust’s body.
Until now, Faust, who had only been swinging his fists without hearing any sounds properly, stopped his body only when he heard Lucia screaming.
Lucia feels very grateful to her father for doing that for her, but she couldn’t stay still because she felt that if things went on like this, he would no longer be a father.
Of course, Faust had been like this several times in the past.
It was like that in Cranion and also in Samael.
But at that time, he didn’t explode with such a slimy, gooey hatred as he does now.
Acting not like a devil despite being a devil, being pretentious but being foolish on the inside, being overly merciful towards everyone, being the father Lucia always loved, Lucia inadvertently stopped Faust.