Is it wrong to try to meet someone in a dungeon?

A dangerous "magic" instantly filled the entire venue.

The magic circle that followed no longer emitted "white light," but instead turned into an extremely evil "darkness."

While all the mages present were greatly alarmed, Philwis stretched out a hand and chanted the name of the magic.

"【The Staff of Dionysus】".

A cataclysmic lightning bolt was unleashed.

The violent lightning, rendering self-sacrificing attacks or the resolve of adventurers meaningless, obliterates everything in its intense light.

"~ ...

Not only the adventurers who were charging forward, but even the mages who were staying in the rear disappeared.

The torrent of lightning will devour everything in its path.

It then smashed through the walls of the large chamber, creating a deafening roar and a powerful impact.

As the hearing, temporarily impaired by the roar of thunder, gradually regains its original function... nothing remains at the scene.

The faint black ash floating in the air, accompanied by static electricity, foreshadowed the adventurers' fate.

"……how so……"

Perfect offensive and defensive capabilities, and "magic" with dramatically increased power.

Even with its extremely short chant, its firepower was comparable to, or even surpassed, the "magic" unleashed by the "fairy clone" encountered on the 59th floor.

"The strongest monster".

Faced with the fully-powered form that had regained its original strength, the adventurers who witnessed the battle all came to the above conclusion, falling into despair due to fear.

"Ahhh... Ahhhhh...!?"

are dead.

They were all killed.

The adventurers of the Ganesha Familia were all killed by Philwis herself.

She took lives without hesitation.

This fact shocked Lefia. A strong urge to vomit rose from deep in her throat. There was no longer any way to deny the reality unfolding before her eyes.

Phil Weiss's "sin" of taking so many lives, and the incalculable "karmic burden," are laid bare before our very eyes.

Bert, severely injured, lost consciousness. The members of the Loki Familia who had fallen to the ground were ashen-faced. Among them, Lefia was heartbroken by deep sorrow.

"In the end, it still turned out like this..."

Unable to get up, Lefia looked ahead and saw Philweis gazing upwards.

This "monster" with the appearance of a young girl has no expression on its profile, resembling a doll.

It looked so beautiful, so eerie, so tragically horrifying.

"I knew it would turn out like this... but you still came here, Lefia... it's all my fault that you have this expression now."

「!?」

"Next... I'll have to kill you too."

Philweis twisted her neck as if tilting her head, her deep blue eyes reflecting Lefia's face.

Having finally released the "monster" that had been lurking within her for so long, Philvis spoke in a monologue:

"Lefia, why did you come here...? Why? Why!? That's why I reminded you... 'Leave Orario.' If you had agreed then... if you had remained a lost and heartless doll until the end..."

Phil Weiss tossed her long, jet-black hair, as dark as night, and stared at the wounded Lefia with lifeless eyes.

Her voice was filled with sadness, anger, hatred, and despair, and she clenched her fists until her palms were torn open.

"I don't want to kill you... You're the only person I don't want to kill... But since you're going to die anyway, I might as well do it myself... Ah, but wait a minute?"

At this moment, Phil Weiss felt as if she had received a divine revelation.

She was simultaneously radiating both anger and sadness when she suddenly raised the corners of her mouth.

"How about we implant a 'magic stone' into you, making you just like me?"

"What—"

"Perhaps... Lefia, you'll fall into depravity too."

Philweis ignored Lefia, who was temporarily unable to speak, and her face was full of joy.

"Ah~ what a great idea! Lefia, always spouting platitudes about morality! Lefia, so innocent and naive like a child! Lefia, so beautiful!! You always annoy me! Standing in front of someone as dazzling as you only makes me look pathetic! So, I'll just lock you in endless despair too!!"

Lefia couldn't help but gasp.

That was a smile Lefia had never seen before, and cheers she had never heard before.

Phil Weiss burst into laughter, her face filled with wild joy.

She opened up, imagining that Lefia would also fall into sweet destruction, and couldn't help but yearn for it.

However, she suddenly stopped moving.

He clutched his head with both hands as if resisting an evil desire, swaying weakly from side to side.

"...No, I can't do this! Lefia can't be defiled...can't become like me...Lefia can't become tainted!"

"...Miss Philweis..."

"Since that's the case, I have no choice but to kill her... I have no choice but to destroy her... Hahaha, I have no choice but to kill Lefia..."

Tick-tock, tick-tock—

The rainwater that fell from underground soaked the ground.

Tears streamed down her face, one by one, falling onto the stone slab where the green meat had been lifted.

Phil Weiss laughed while simultaneously weeping.

She was like someone who couldn't control her emotions, causing her personality to split into countless fragments, repeating broken monologues.

Affirmation and denial, joy and sorrow, applause and self-reproach.

The glory of the elves and the hatred of the monsters.

Just like Philowes, representing the positive, and the mask, representing the negative, constantly take turns shouting.

Lefia finally understood.

They understood why Philweis kept using "magic" to maintain her clones.

—And what nonsense were you spouting? Whether it's anger, despair, or hatred... you're pushing all of that onto me, and then you're just playing the victim over there?

—They clearly pushed all the dirty work onto me.

Because the girl's mind is on the verge of collapse, she will not be able to maintain her rationality unless she pushes all her "dark side"—negative emotions, with despair at the top—onto her clone.

Philweis Charlia was already broken.

The "poison" that made her a monster continues to torment and kill her, who is an elf.

Going against each other, contradicting themselves.

She was a pathetic puppet who couldn't die and could only rely on the sweet words of her crush.

She is a lonely spirit constantly tormented by her own self-destruction.

Ever since that nightmare six years ago, Phil Weiss has been endlessly wandering in a labyrinth with no exit.

Seeking a light that does not exist, they are forever buried in darkness.

Lefia clenched her teeth tightly.

The hand that was initially unable to exert any force slowly clenched into a fist.

"...Why are you crying, Lefia?"

A close friend pointed to a tear slowly rolling down Rafia's face and asked a question.

Phil Weiss, like an innocent child, looked on incredulously at the tears welling up in Lefia's azure eyes.

"Are you scared? Don't worry, I will end all of this in an instant, without making you feel a single pain."

Compassion and cruelty coexist in this indifferent voice.

Although the girl who once inspired her seemed completely different from the person in the voice, Lefia was reminded of those words and burst into tears.

Lefia Veridis still clings tightly to "fantasy" to this day.

When she learned that Philweis was still alive, she clung to a naive hope deep in her heart, firmly believing that the two could reconcile. Even though Philweis had committed a "sin," Rafia was still willing to dedicate her life to atoning for her sins.

But Philweis was crying.

She was in more pain than anyone else.

Dark despair compels her to worship the current supreme god and desperately seek self-affirmation.

Her pure heart led her to constantly harm herself, bringing endless torment.

Philweiss is now powerless to stop, and will not turn back. Even if she loses Dionysus, she will follow the will of the gods and die for the destruction of the city; otherwise, the sins she bears will become meaningless, tantamount to denying her own existence.

Even if the culprit "Filthy Fairy" is eliminated, she, as a member of the family, will die along with it.

At the end of Philweis's path, only inevitable destruction awaits.

She can only receive false salvation when the supreme god fulfills his will.

(This is my first time...)

Lefia strained so hard that her fists trembled slightly.

(This is the first time I've ever felt such deep hatred for the gods...)

Anger seeped through her fingers, and Lefia's heart pounded so hard it felt like it was about to explode.

Now is the time for a "choice".

A response must be given regardless.

He was neither a clergyman representing light, nor a hero.

Rather, they are of the same race.

As her friend.

(If this continues, the city will be destroyed...)

The clenched fist gradually generated power.

She gazed at the girl who was still tormented by sin.

(If this continues, Miss Philweis will suffer endless torment...)

The body, weakened by wounds and pain, gradually regains its firm will.

She found her former self in those deep blue eyes and made up her mind.

(so……!)

Lefia stood up on her own two feet.

Before the astonished Philweis, Rafia said:

"—I'm going to defeat you!!"

Lefia Veridis will surely regret this statement and this choice.

To ensure she would never forget the regret she would feel in the future, she decided to confront the present that was blocking her way.

Lefia will burst into tears then.

Lefia will scream loudly at that time.

Then I will bear the eternal sorrow alone.

So she decided to use this grief as a price—to save Philweis.

Before she is tainted by more "sin".

To help her overcome this contradictory feeling of smiling through tears.

In order to repay her for the noble sentiments she bestowed upon me.