The magic sword strung on the bow was more like an arrow than a sword.
A thin, elongated magic sword that looked like it would snap the moment it was thrust, let alone cut.
Sensing that something was off, Dionysus and the members of Dionysus Familia tried to rush Bellf, but...
"Tch... this is..."
Urus's flames erupting from the ground kept them from approaching easily.
If they touched it, even a miracle would not save them from certain death.
"A stratagem, finished as a cold-blooded one."
Bellf drew the bowstring.
Urus, in response, seeped into the magic sword.
"Scorching is to be rejected."
Bellf let go of the string,
and the calamity-like flames blasted apart the path Dionysus... no, the path Enyo had dug toward the Dungeon, through the magic sword.
He couldn't gauge its exact power, but...
According to the testimony of a prostitute working in the Pleasure Quarter that day,
the shoes of people walking along the street had melted for some reason, and the road had become hot enough to grill meat on.
Smoke rose, and blackened corpses came into view.
"A necessary sacrifice."
[Hey! I almost died!]
Urus burst out of the half-broken magic sword and shouted.
"I thought spirits didn't die?"
[Almost dying and dying are different.]
Ah... I see.
"Aaaah!"
With everything burned away and reduced to ashes, Enyo was staring at the black cinders and screaming.
"You... you...!!!"
"I'll be taking back the black stone."
"I'll never forgive you... never forgive you!!!"
"So, what will you do? Will you report me to the Guild for causing damage?"
If he had any sanity left, if even a shred of reason remained, Dionysus could never report me.
Why?
"In any case, I've achieved my goal."
The reason I came to Orario was simply to make the ultimate sword.
And,
I had made the ultimate sword.
"Even if you pull strings and persuade the gods, could they really execute me?"
"...!"
The gods could not exile me or execute me.
Why?
Because there was a country that would welcome me with open arms.
Lacia, for example... or Lacia, for example...
...
If it ever came to fleeing to Lacia, I'd be better off making Marius king and starting a rebellion or something.
[And I won't let you die either.]
[If it comes to that, I'll help too.]
"If things get really bad... I guess we'll run to the Spirit World."
I pointed Excalibur at Dionysus's throat.
"So, please surrender quietly."
"Damn it... damn it!!!"