Strategy
Asch, he’s the type that doesn’t like fighting. If anything, he devotes himself to his research and reluctantly conducts battles to erase the troubles that befall him. He’s not interested in comparing who’s stronger or weaker and so on and so forth at all; he strikes at his opponent’s weakness and secures his victory with much effectiveness.
It’s the manic Magician’s rule of thumb after having no choice but to have thousands of battles, because of his twisted personality. Meaning that that which is called the heart greatly influences the battles. Even if it’s an opponent whose capabilities are, significantly inferior, there are cases where they have darkness in their heart. No, the more capable they are, the more deeply it’s etched within their heart.
The name of the unnamed Four Saint is, Bacchus. He was an excellent Magician in the first place, but in no more than the really ordinary fields. The one who discovered his unique talent and put him to good use was, none other than Hazen=Heim.
Hazen, he put Bacchus to good use and provided research expenses, living expenses, and facilities; everything he needed to develop New Magic(Original). That ability called Chameleon(Seven Colours Transformation), is a New Magic(Original) that completely assimilates with the background.
And then, even now, Asch remains in a disadvantageous position, unable to determine the enemy’s position. However, he laughed. Mockingly. Contemptuously. Pityingly.
“Kukuku……kukukukukuku……”
“……”
＜＜Oh Symbolism of Flame, Display, That Noble Figure Of Yours, To The Fool＞＞ーーFlame Seal(Fire・Stark)
Drawing a circle. Pillars of fire manifest around Asch and envelop his vicinity. He somehow avoided them and managed to avoid a direct hit, but the oxygen is completely burned off, and he enters a state of hypoxia.
“Zee……zee……kukukukuku……kukukukuku……”
Nevertheless, without making a pained expression, the ill-natured Magician is laughing single-mindedly.
“……what’s so funny?”
Bacchus threw out his second sentence of the day, but he doesn’t say anything. He laughs without saying much.
『Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh……』
Demon Berzelius continues muttering with『Reproach(Blame)』, the ability to hear the voices of the heart.
“Kukuku……ahahahahahahahaha……ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaa!”
“……don’t laugh……don’t laugh―――――――――――!”
Bacchus’ scream reverberates.
“Hahahaha……aah, pardon me. It was just too funny. Indeed, you’re excellent. I suppose that’s why, Hazen-sensei also used you. I’ll rectify the words, ‘lapdog’. You’re a tool”
“To……ol”
Even if he knows that there’s no point in talking. He couldn’t help but lend his ears to the Dark Magician’s words. Because, they’re the words he doesn’t want to hear no matter what. Because they are the sharp words that gouge out the feelings he himself had continuously denied.
“Well, you’re a good tool. A magic to the extent that I can’t sense your existence. How long did you spend on this magic? 10 years……no, 20 years huh. During that time, how many times did Hazen-sensei visit you?”
“……”
“Once a year. Periodically at that……right?”
Like he’s deciphering Bacchus’ heart. The Dark Magician, his lips twist into a grin.
“……”
“It’s a periodic maintenance, you know. You can’t use your tools if you don’t maintain them after all. It’s unlike the affection one has for a pet dog. Hazen-sensei had acknowledged you, as a good tool”
“That’s a lie……you’re wrong……”
Even though he denies so in his heart. It flashes inside his head. He felt so nervous that he trembled every time they had a conversation, but what exactly did they talk about? It’s true that he was praised, he was commended. However, wasn’t that just about the magic? Such questions continue running around inside Bacchus’ head.
Asch, who harboured respect and tried to analyse everything about him. On the other hand, Bacchus, who harboured respect and continued to blindly devote himself for the sake of supporting him. The difference between the stances of those two, created a contrastingly huge difference in their understanding of Hazen.
And then.
“However, I have a question. You wish to succeed Sensei huh. By the way, do you have a pair of scissors?”
The Dark Magician, he opens his eyes widely and tilts his head.
“Shut up……don’t talk……”
Bacchus places his hands on his ears while trembling.
“The scissors I have, it’s super high class and I put it to good use. However……I, have never thought of having the scissors succeed me. Unfortunately……kukuku……kukukuku……hahahahahahahahahahaha”
“Shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up!”
Like he’s gone crazy. Bacchus shouts and starts the chant for his magic.
“By the way……you are unexpectedly short huh”
“Wha-……”
He checked his own appearance, and the magic had been dispelled. There are instances where Continuation type magic dispels when the mental state is unstable. It’s precisely because he’d known that fact, that Bacchus continued remaining silent. However. That pride he’d kept hidden. That jealousy. That envy. The man called Asch dugged them up, and he exposed them.
“Kuu……”
“It’s already, too late”
＜＜Oh Pitch Black, Oh Endless Darkness, Oh Souls Of The Abyss, Assemble And Display The Despair Of Death＞＞ーーPurgatory Of The Sheol(Zeno・Berserk)
What was released from Asch was massive darkness. It covers Bacchus in its shadow entirely in the blink of an eye and swallows him.
“Uauaaaaaaaaaaaah”
I won.
The moment he was certain of that.
＜＜Pass, The Hellfire Of Judgement, On The Pitiful Fool＞＞ーーDivinity Flame(Od・Bulbous)
＜＜Oh Symbolism Of Light, Become A Blade Of Holiness, And Pass Judgement, On The Sinners＞＞ーー Seal Of Light (Saint・Stark)
Two magic was released, and Asch’s Dark Magic dispersed.
When he looks in the direction where they were released,
Zedes＝Gun and
Vega＝Reel were
standing over there.
