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Ai's Memory
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The Girl of Flame – Chapter 1
I released a stream of fire from the palm of my hand, sending it in a straight line toward the surface of the water, then slowly bent it left and right. It was easier to control than before, but still far from perfect. I practiced adjusting the intensity, changing its shape, and extinguishing it in an instant.
It had become my nightly routine—quiet training by the stream, all alone. Just in case someone ever saw me, I always wore the cat mask I got at a summer festival long ago, when I went with my little brother. When I wore it, I felt like my mom and dad, now watching from heaven, were still with me...
* * *
I had a strange power—the ability to create fire from nothing. I first became aware of it during a terrifying encounter with demons from another world… that incident changed everything.
I was born in a quiet town nestled in the mountains. My family consisted of my father, mother, little brother, and me. Dad worked at a small local factory; he was good with his hands and sometimes made wooden crafts at home. Mom worked part-time at the town pharmacy and was always looking after our family's health. My brother was still in the lower grades of elementary school—he was younger than me by a few years but always eager to play with me. He was such a sweet, lovable little brother.
That day, we had planned to go to a summer festival together as a family. It was held in a town a bit farther away and was considered a notable event in the area. As we drove along the narrow mountain road that served as a shortcut, Dad cheerfully talked about the festival from the driver's seat, while Mom smiled and said,
"You both look great in your yukatas. I'm sure we'll get some lovely photos."
My brother was excited, chattering nonstop in the backseat about goldfish scooping and shooting games.
When we arrived, the festival was already in full swing. Lanterns lit up the area, taiko drums echoed in the distance, and the voices from the stalls brought the whole place to life. My brother's eyes lit up the moment he saw a stall.
"I want a mask!"
he exclaimed. I shared his excitement and joined him in asking our parents.
"How about matching ones for both of you?"
Dad said with a smile. My brother and I looked at each other and nodded. We chose cat masks that perfectly matched the festival atmosphere and wore them on our heads as we strolled around the shrine grounds.
My brother focused intently at the shooting gallery, aiming for prizes, while I struggled at the goldfish scooping booth. But we all laughed together. Every stall was fun. Every moment was warm. We lost track of time. Eventually, fireworks lit up the night sky, and my brother and I stood hand in hand, watching in awe. Behind us, our parents gently placed their hands on our shoulders and said, "Let's come back again next year." Those words left a warm glow in my chest.
When the festival ended, we started heading home. Dad took the wheel again, and the car was filled with post-festival happiness. My brother proudly showed off the prizes he had won, and I smiled as I held my cat mask. Mom rested peacefully in the passenger seat, eyes closed with a look of contentment.
"That was fun. Let's go again next year!"
Dad said cheerfully.
"Yeah!"
my brother and I replied in unison.
Then, a massive shadow appeared in the middle of the road. Dad hit the brakes—but it was too late. The thing crashed into our car with unbelievable force, and everything flipped upside down. I lost consciousness in an instant.
* * *
When I came to, everything was dark. The car was wrecked. My parents weren't moving. My brother had barely regained consciousness but was clearly terrified.
Then the shadow returned. Under the moonlight, I saw it clearly—a werewolf. A huge, muscular beast straight out of a fantasy world. Behind it stood several other distorted, grotesque figures. They grinned wickedly as they looked down at me and my brother.
We were both badly injured, but one of the monsters pulled out a strange, card-like object. In a flash, our wounds healed, and we could stand again.
Behind the werewolf, a circular gate rimmed with black flames opened. Peering through it, I saw a world of crimson-black vegetation, eerie and foreboding. My brother trembled in fear. I didn't know what to do. The werewolf casually lifted us both into his massive arms and began to carry us toward the gate.
"No! Let me go!"
In that moment, fire erupted from my hand.
The infernal blaze, drawn from something deep within me, engulfed the werewolf and his monstrous companions in an instant. They screamed in pain—pathetic cries, completely at odds with their terrifying appearances. Strangely, the fire avoided my brother, veering around him as if to protect him. I wanted to burn them all to ash...
But then, it happened. A tall woman with demonic wings emerged from the burning gate. She grabbed my brother's hand—and vanished into the portal with him. The gate flickered and disappeared like a mirage.
That was the last thing I saw before all my strength left me—and I fell into darkness.
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The Girl of Flame – Chapter 2
After that, I was taken in by my father's uncle and his wife. They had a son just a few months younger than me, but the whole family welcomed me with open arms.
My uncle was a journalist, often away from home. He was blunt but honest and dependable. My aunt was gentle and warm—though I always sensed a subtle line she drew between "us" and "others." Still, she was kind to those within her circle, and that was enough. In that household, I was able to grow up in peace.
By the time I reached high school, I had naturally become one of the popular kids in my class. People saw me as cheerful and dependable—someone they could count on. I spent my days surrounded by friends, both during breaks and between classes, living a happy school life.
Yet, while most of my classmates joined clubs, I didn't join any. I wasn't interested in cultural clubs, and I turned down every invitation from the sports teams. Somehow, my classmates seemed unbearably fragile to me, and being on the same playing field as them made me feel... guilty. Like I was cheating.
More than anything, though—I had something I had to do.
* * *
Every night, without fail, I snuck out of the house and headed to the nearby stream to train my fire-controlling powers.
Someday, I would storm into that world and take my brother back. To do that, I had to grow stronger. This was my battle. I couldn't drag my uncle, my aunt, or my new little brother into a fight against those monsters.
Tonight, like always, I put on the faded cat mask I got at that long-ago summer festival—and made my way toward the stream.
Around that time, disturbing news reports began appearing more frequently, spreading fear across the country. It started with the brutal slaughter of construction workers at a site, and then similar mass killings began to occur in various places.
Rumors about the culprit ran wild. Some said it was a masked monster with inhuman strength, capable of tearing people apart barehanded. Others whispered about a small demon that accompanied him.
From my memories, I couldn't help but feel that beings from that other world had returned to ours.
This could be my chance.
If I could catch that monster—I could find out how to reach that world!
I vowed to sharpen my powers even further. My nightly training by the stream became more intense by the day.
The heat and brilliance of the flames leaping from my palm reflected my unwavering resolve.
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The Girl of Flame – Chapter 3 (Part 1)
One afternoon, I had some errands to run at a shopping mall. I was on the decoration committee for my high school's cultural festival, and there were plenty of things I needed to buy.
"Sis, heading out for shopping? If you're expecting a heavy load, I can at least help carry it."
My little brother said that to me. Even though we'd been living together as family for quite some time now, he still spoke formally, as if we were strangers. ...Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to take the opportunity to bond a bit. And to be honest, having someone carry the bags really would help.
* * *
The mall we were headed to stood alone on the outskirts of town. Apparently, it had been renovated from an old suburban supermarket, giving it a slightly outdated look and a rather awkward size. But the three-story open design gave it a surprising sense of space, and on weekends like today, it drew a fair number of families.
As we stepped through the entrance, a cool breeze from the air conditioning brushed against my skin.
Near the entrance were mostly apparel stores—fast fashion chains, local boutiques, and piles of off-season clearance clothes stacked in disarray.
In the central atrium area were shelves from a souvenir shop, packed tight with local sweets, jams, and assorted dried fruits.
The second floor was centered around the food court—udon, ramen, burgers, crepes, ice cream, takoyaki… all fairly decent, and pretty crowded on weekends. Nearby were game stores and electronics shops, so people often stopped by for a bite while shopping.
The third floor had a different vibe. It was quieter, with outdoor gear stores, sporting goods shops, and specialty luggage stores lined up together. There was even a bedding section, a chiropractor, and an English conversation school. Honestly, I had no idea what the floor was supposed to be.
Looking around, it was clear the place was bustling, typical for a weekend. Parents with shopping bags, students in casual clothes, young couples pushing strollers… Above it all, the large square skylight bathed the lively everyday scene in soft orange light from the setting sun.
"Alright. Let's get this done quickly."
In my hand was a memo full of items we needed for the festival—drawing paper, markers, poster boards, duct tape, thumbtacks, decorative string… stuff the school's supply closet couldn't cover. It was a bit of a hassle, but someone had to do it. I figured it might as well be me.
"The stationery shop should be around here."
My brother, walking beside me, spoke in his usual polite tone.
The stationery and general goods section on the first floor was quietly nestled between clothing stores. The space was small, but if you looked carefully, everything you needed could be found. I moved down the shelves, tossing items into the basket with practiced ease. My brother silently took them from me without a word. It wasn't that we were particularly coordinated—it just felt like he'd figured out it was easier this way.
After going through the register and collecting a few paper bags, I realized the load was heavier than I'd expected. Naturally, my brother reached out to take them from me.
"It's a bit early, but shall we just have dinner at the food court on the second floor? I'll let Mom know."
The way he said it, it was already decided. Well, I wasn't about to argue. Maybe he was just hungry.
The escalator to the second floor ran past the souvenir shelves in the atrium. Packaged sweets, cookies, and mascot-themed boxes I didn't recognize lined the shelves, filling the air with a faint sugary smell. When I looked up, I saw a kid with a backpack jumping around in front of the outdoor gear store on the third floor.
When we reached the food court, it was more crowded than expected. Student groups and families were filling the seats with trays of food. After wandering around to find an empty table, we finally secured a small window-side table for two. I pulled out my phone to pay and casually asked,
"So, what are you getting?"
But my brother didn't respond right away. He stared at me like he wanted to say something.
"Um, I think I'll go with tempura udon," he finally replied.
With that, he walked off to the udon stall.
* * *
I headed to the nearest crepe shop and ordered the safest option—choco-banana. After getting a numbered ticket and waiting a bit, my name was called. Just as I received the sweet-smelling crepe and turned around, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
A message notification—just one.
Choco-banana
…What?
It was from my brother. I quickly glanced over to the udon counter. He was still in line, not even looking this way.
Was it a joke? A coincidence? No—there's no way.
A chill ran down my spine as I returned to the table with my crepe in hand.
Just then, my brother also came back with his tray—steaming udon and inari sushi, looking as calm as ever.
"Just sweets for you?"
"It's fine. More like a snack than dinner."
I answered while nibbling at the crepe. Melted chocolate nearly dripped on my fingers, and I scrambled to wipe it with a tissue. My brother quietly broke his chopsticks and gently sipped the broth, careful not to disturb the tempura. It looked like just another ordinary day.
But the message—"Choco-banana"—kept echoing in the back of my mind.
"…What was that message?"
I asked, and my brother paused for a moment before meeting my eyes.
"Sis, have you ever thought… that you might have some kind of strange power?"
I stopped mid-bite, staring at him. His expression was unusually serious.
"What are you talking about? How'd you even know about the choco-banana? You weren't watching me."
"Clairvoyance. I watched your movements with my clairvoyant ability after you left the table."
I set the crepe down on the table, still wrapped, and looked at his face.
"Clairvoyance, like… seeing through walls and stuff?"
"Yes. When I focus, I can visualize the structure and people's movements around me. The range is… a few kilometers, maybe."
"Creepy. That's like stalker-level."
"I try to be careful not to use it inappropriately."
He said it so calmly—it was actually a little suspicious.
"So you were watching me the whole time? And then you just texted me like that? Who even does that?"
"I thought it would surprise you."
…Not the best time for jokes. He looked a little awkward as he quietly sipped his udon. I folded my arms and sighed.
"Okay, fine. I get it. You've got some weird power. And you're telling me because—"
"I believe you have one too."
He said it clearly and without hesitation. I looked away, fell silent for a moment, then replied quietly,
"…Yeah. I can make fire."
He stopped eating and stared at me.
"Fire?"
"Yeah. It happened when I was a kid. I remember it clearly. We were attacked by something strange on a dark road, and I didn't know what to do… The next thing I knew, flames were shooting from my hand. Like it wasn't even me doing it."
My voice stayed eerily calm, even as I spoke of it. He listened quietly, nodding.
"Since then, it comes out sometimes. Not as dramatic as before, but if I focus, I can make a small flame."
—Truth is, I've been secretly training every night. My power's gotten stronger, more precise. I can aim it now. But I can't tell him that. The fight against those demons… I've decided that's mine to handle.
He frowned thoughtfully.
"Well, I guess that's the extent of my 'power.'"
I tried to shift the topic.
"So your power lets you see across towns while sitting here, huh? Impressive. All I can do is make a tiny fire."
"It's not quite that far. I can see up to… maybe that mountain over there."
He pointed toward a mountain behind the town, visible through the food court's window. Then, as if on instinct, he closed his eyes. Probably just activating his power casually, in the flow of conversation.
—Suddenly, he collapsed forward, his head landing in his tray of inari sushi.
"Hey! What the hell?!"
Something was wrong. He slowly lifted his head, sushi squished under his face, and said abruptly,
"Sis. We need to evacuate. A very dangerous individual is approaching."
"I've already called for help. They should arrive soon. Hurry!"
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The Girl of Flame – Chapter 3 (Part 2)
Suddenly, my little brother stood up and grabbed my arm. Without saying a word, he started running.
"Hey, what the heck? That hurts!"
I protested, but he seemed so serious that I stopped resisting. I hurriedly grabbed my tote bag and ran after him. Inside was the cat mask I always kept with me.
He didn't look at anything else, just made a beeline for the stairs. Without missing a beat, he charged up to the third floor. Just as we arrived, a wave of noise rose from the direction of the central atrium.
We moved closer to the railing. Just before the balcony, I saw a security guard lying face down on the floor. I rushed over without thinking.
"What happened here?!"
My brother asked a nearby man who looked like a janitor.
"Th-that guy… he threw the guard all the way up here! From the first floor! I mean, that's just insane!"
Grabbing the railing, I looked down. There he was—a massive man with bulging muscles and a hockey mask over his face, rampaging across the first floor. Circling him gleefully was a small, gold-haired devil flying in the air, egging him on.
The little devil had an oversized head, twin-tailed blond hair, and bat wings. It looked like a child, but there was no way it was human. I decided to just call it "the little devil" for now.
All around them were civilians who had already been struck down—some missing limbs, collapsed on the floor. One glance told me everything. That was him. The murderer.
He tore through the crowd without mercy. Fast, brutal, unstoppable. Just like the rumors said, he could rip people apart with his bare hands. The entire first floor was swallowed by sheer violence. I could almost smell the blood from here.
"This is it! Now's the time to use your power! We're going back down!"
There was no way I could let something like that go unchecked. I grabbed my brother's hand and turned toward the stairs—but it was packed with people trying to escape. We couldn't get through.
"Your power only lets you make a bit of fire, right? The rescue team will be here soon! We need to head to the rooftop!"
"You keep saying 'rescue'—what are you talking about? Are you hiding something from me, besides your ability?"
"I'm sorry for hiding it, too. But I can actually use my power way more than I let on! That murderer doesn't stand a chance against me. Come on, we're going back down."
I shook off his hand, pulled the cat mask from my tote bag, and put it on. Then I ran back to the balcony and grabbed the railing.
"Wait, what are you trying to do?!"
"I'm jumping. It's fine. I'll make it somehow."
A jump from the third floor to the first—it was high, yeah, but I felt like I could handle it.
"You'll never make it! You'll get seriously hurt! …Just wait a second!"
My brother closed his eyes, focusing. For a moment, his body wavered, then he snapped his eyes open.
* * *
"Should I drop them here?"
"Yes. I checked with my ability—there's nothing below this spot. And it's hard to see from where that man is. This is the best location."
The “usable items” my brother had found with his ability were three mattresses from the bedding section and some odd ropes and metal fittings from the outdoor gear store. We gathered them quickly and returned to the balcony.
Following his directions, I dropped the mattresses one by one. They hit the floor with dull thuds and spread out. In the chaos, no one seemed to notice.
My brother hooked some kind of flattened metal ring to the railing and tied a rope to it.
Down below, the rampage continued. We didn't have time to waste.
"Sis, put these on! You'll burn your hands from the friction!"
"I'll go first!"
He handed me what looked like climbing gloves, then quickly slipped on a pair himself. Without hesitation, he hopped onto the railing.
Grabbing the rope, he slid down smoothly. His movements were shockingly fluid—like a trained professional. Moments later, he landed cleanly on the mattresses.
No way. That was way too smooth for a regular high schooler.
I grabbed the rope and slid down after him, doing my best to copy what I'd seen.
* * *
"By the way, what's with all those bandages? Can you even see through them?"
"This is my combat style. Don't worry about it."
For some reason, my brother had wrapped bandages all over his face, even covering his eyes. In the center was a single large red eye symbol. Seriously, what kind of taste is that? Absolutely ridiculous.
We moved quietly toward the murderer. He was in a frenzy, attacking the civilians around him. His back was to us. Above him, the little devil flitted about, laughing and cheering. Outside, the sound of overlapping sirens filled the air.
Now's my chance.
I locked onto his back and focused heat into my palm. This shot would finish him. A blast of fire surged forward, full of killing intent.
But the man twisted sideways and dodged, like some animal reacting on instinct. He turned around and glared at us.
"Servant of the devil! Come at me! I'll stop you right here!"
Yelling, I fired another blast. He dodged easily, then grabbed a mannequin in a summer dress from a nearby store—and hurled it at me.
Like that's going to work. I calmly stepped aside and avoided it.
"Well, well... so I've got myself an ability user. I've been waiting for this."
He raised his fist and charged, footsteps pounding like thunder.
Just then, my brother let out a confused, "Huh? Wait, what...?" and turned his back. He stood there, completely defenseless.
What the hell is he doing at a time like this?!
"Hey, kid! This ain't the time to be spacing out!"
The murderer rushed past me, going straight for my brother's back. But my brother remained calm. He must have seen it coming with his ability. When the punch came flying, he ducked just in time to avoid it.
Then, right before my eyes, the murderer's form shimmered and shifted. Suddenly, it was my aunt standing there.
What? What just happened?
"Are you hurt? I thought he was about to hit you..."
My aunt asked gently. But my brother had already dodged the attack and didn't seem hurt. He looked more like he'd been caught doing something awkward.
I didn't understand what was going on—but that didn't matter. Where was the murderer?
I looked around and spotted him near the mall entrance. The police had arrived and were aiming their guns. With that kind of firepower, maybe they could take him down.
And the little devil...?
In the corner of my eye, I saw her hovering near the balcony, looking uncertain. She wasn't paying attention—this was my chance.
I aimed and charged at her, firing a rapid volley of fireballs.
The little devil dodged by the narrowest margin, frantically flapping her wings as she rose through the atrium. Once she reached the third floor, she pulled out a pale blue card from her sleeve.
"Eeeek! See ya later, Lord Demon King!"
And just like that, she vanished into thin air.
"She got away?!"
—Bang!
A sharp gunshot echoed through the mall.
At the entrance, officers fired warning shots at the murderer. Outnumbered and outgunned, surely he would be stopped—Or so I thought.
He pulled a dark card from his pocket. It sank into his chest, and his body pulsed.
My brother staggered, swaying as if something unseen had struck him.
Then the murderer charged—faster than lightning.
Gunshots rang out, but they missed.
No. He's going to—
Just as the punch was about to land, my brother's form shifted again. My aunt stood in his place.
The murderer's brutal punch slammed into her stomach.
Her body flew across the atrium and crashed into a display of souvenir sweets. The shelves collapsed, candy and snacks flying everywhere as she collapsed in the middle of it all.
"You bastard! How dare you hit my aunt—Die!"
I summoned a searing blast of hellfire and hurled it at him.
He hesitated, confused by the sudden switch from my brother to my aunt. That was all I needed. The flames struck his left arm, engulfing it up to the shoulder.
But then—
"Huh...? What...?"
A sharp pain shot through my side. I looked down to see a knife buried deep in my waist.
"You...?"
Clutching the wound, I fell to one knee. My brother was standing ahead of me, holding the pose of someone who had just thrown a knife.
Why...?
There must have been some kind of drug on that blade. A heavy drowsiness spread rapidly through my body.
Everything dimmed—sight, sound, thought.
And then, nothing.
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The Girl of Flame – Chapter 4 (Final)
When I awoke, I found myself looking down from even higher ground at a small hill bathed in dusk. My body was bound by chains to a metal cross, raised high as if to display me. The wound in my side had completely healed, but in this state I could not move at all.
Below the hill stood a giant of a man, carrying an axe. The weapon was bizarre, as if cobbled together from steel beams and scrap. That was the killer. A little demon fluttered playfully around him, then flew over to me and spoke in a mocking tone.
"Kekeke. You're bait. With you displayed like this, those pesky humans will come swarming here, and then Lord Demon King will fight them! It's going to be the greatest show ever!"
The little demon pulled a smartphone from the sleeve of its robe and snapped picture after picture of me without hesitation. I was furious, but chained as I was, there was nothing I could do.
"Huh? Someone's coming. Who is that? We haven't even started streaming yet..."
The little demon noticed someone approaching and looked down the hill. The distance and darkness made it hard to see, but the figure climbed the slope with both hands raised to show no hostility.
Once close enough, I could see clearly. That build, and the strange bandages wrapped around his head—
There was no mistaking it. That was my brother.
...It was his fault I had ended up like this. After all this time, what could he possibly want?
* * *
"Shall we cooperate?"
My brother said this to the killer.
"I've already leaked information to Exesista. They should be rushing here any moment now.
I've come to admire your power, Lord Demon King. I want to fight alongside you. What do you say?"
This bastard...!
"Hey, the one displayed up there on the cross—that's your sister, isn't it?" the killer asked suspiciously, pointing at me.
"Yes. She's supposed to be my sister, but really it's just a role I was suddenly given within the last year. To me she's no different from a stranger. I don't feel the slightest shred of sibling affection."
My brother said it so casually. I no longer even felt like asking for help. Instead, I glared with all my might at the strange eye symbol drawn on his bandages.
"Is that so. Well, if you're willing to fight with me, I don't mind. But if you betray me, I'll kill you."
"I am grateful."
The little demon, who had been staring down at me, now fluttered over to my brother with great interest.
"What, you already tipped off your buddies? Then these pictures don't mean much anymore. Oh well."
The little demon tossed the phone aside and chattered on.
"So, you're an Arcana user too, right? What can you do?"
"Arcana...? Think of it as a high-performance radar that can detect ambushes in advance. And I have learned just enough martial arts to defend myself. ...Pleased to work with you."
* * *
Before long the sun had set, and the full moon blazed madly down upon us.
"They're here. Five from below. Separately, one with invisibility is trying to circle from behind."
"A sniper has taken aim. Use your ability. I'll handle the invisible one."
My brother said this, and the next moment gunfire tore through the silence of the night.
"Tch! That won't work on me!"
The bullet pierced slightly into the killer's chest but soon clattered away. He slapped his chest to check—there was some pain at the surface, but no real damage.
"Well, thanks. You saved me, I guess. ...All right! Let's go!"
With a roar, the killer hefted up his massive axe. Made of steel beams and scrap, the brutal weapon gleamed dully in response to his brute strength.
"Time to let you feel what it's like to be hunted!"
He kicked off the hill, charging down with explosive force.
"Come on, everyone! Follow Lord Demon King!"
From the gate to the Demon Realm poured a horde of demons, overjoyed at the banquet they had awaited.
The roars of beasts, the clash of metal, and the sounds of abilities being unleashed mixed together. The battlefield had come to life.
* * *
Only my brother, the little demon, and I remained in that place.
"You're not going to help? That man is fighting right now," my brother said.
"Huh? If I went to help, you'd just save this girl, wouldn't you? That was your plan all along. And wasn't there an invisible ability user coming?"
"Oh, that was a lie. I wanted to speak with you."
He said this while pressing his right hand against his left wrist, staring at me through the bandages. I glared back, but he quickly looked away.
"You want to talk to me? About what?"
"A place like highlands, with islands floating in the sky. Do you know such a world? I can see one through that gate, but it seems to be your world, not the one I mean."
He pointed at the gate floating in the air.
And there—I could see it faintly. The world where my real brother had disappeared.
If I could break these restraints, maybe I could go there now...
"Hmm? You mean the Angel Realm? You're human. How do you know about that?"
The little demon tilted its head.
"I had the chance to learn a little, once. I always wanted to go there."
Even while speaking, my brother kept glancing at me and rubbing his arm. He probably wanted me to use my ability. But my arms were locked tight in chains.
"You're human, right? Humans... if they're little children, you can open a gate for them and they'll pass through. But once their consciousness matures, it won't work. You can't go."
...So that meant I couldn't pass through either?
"Isn't there another way? Some other method of travel?"
"Why are you so desperate to reach the Angel Realm? Well, there is one way."
The little demon's smile twisted.
"Humans can't go to other worlds unless they die."
I... to the world where my real brother was...
"Normally humans can't go even then. But Arcana users like you sometimes manifest in other worlds as ghostlike remnants after death."
The chains glowed red, bright like lanterns at a summer festival.
...Ah. My hands were starting to hurt.
* * *
Through the darkness I could see the killer rampaging. Too dark to see much else, but his massive axe reflected the moonlight, easy to spot even from afar.
That was my target. Nothing more to think about. I only had to do what I had practiced so many times—aim and release.
As the killer raised his axe at someone, in that instant—
Boom!
A giant cannon of flame tore through the darkness. The blazing fireball, bright enough to burn the sky itself, flew straight at the killer. A human would have been carbonized instantly. It struck true, blasting his huge body away.
The chains shattered, and my body was freed. I fell, and the impact drove the breath from me. My consciousness slipped away.
* * *
...Someone was carrying me on their back. A back that felt safe. I tried to cling on, but soon realized.
My arm was gone.
In that explosion, it had been blown away.
"I'm sorry. I came too late. Our father and I... we are Exesista. We are a group that deals with problems caused by creatures from other worlds. ...That arm will be healed. We have comrades who can do it."
It was my uncle's voice. I had suspected my brother was hiding something, but so that was the truth.
What had become of the killer? I looked around into the darkness. Demons still surrounded us. Even while carrying me, my uncle unleashed invisible blades, cutting them down like a veteran warrior.
He was strong. No matter how many demons came, he would not lose.
So I believed—
Until his body shifted—split—into fragments—
"Hey! Lord Demon King would never be beaten that easily! He's mine!"
From afar, the little demon laughed mockingly.
I crashed to the ground, my uncle's fragments scattered around me.
And there he was. The killer, bloodstained axe in hand. He had not died.
It was hopeless. The merciless axe descended. My arms were gone. Then at least—!
I gathered all the strength within me. My life itself ignited. The world filled with thunder and flame. Up, down, sideways—my vision tumbled across the ground.
What happened after, I do not know...
My brother... I thought I saw him driving a blade into the killer's heart.
That was the last sight I remember.
The Girl of Flame
The End
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Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer (Complete)
Maya's Memory – Devil Summoner
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy (Complete)
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame (Complete)
Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer – Summary
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy – Summary
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame – Summary
Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer (Complete)
Maya's Memory – Devil Summoner
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy (Complete)
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame (Complete)
Taka's Memory – The Delirium Killer – Summary
Shin's Memory – The All-Seeing Boy – Summary
Ai's Memory – The Girl of Flame – Summary