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Hill maintained her posture with her back against Sirocco, raised her right hand to form a tower shield, and golden magic power attached to the shield. [Super Hard Matter] was activated at the same time, and the light sphere shifted towards her.
Will it absorb my skill attacks too?
Can a level 10 Hill withstand it? Even though it's just a little bit of residual energy, it's still a genuine attack from a level 35 monster.
Worry flashed through Sirocco's mind.
The orb of light, which was supposed to strike Sirocco, curved and hit Hill's tower shield, engulfing the shield like a slime.
"It's freezing cold?! This dragon breathes fire, so why is it cold?"
After drawing the attack, Hill threw away the burning shield and rubbed his arms to brush away the embers.
Thanks, Hill.
Fortunately, my skills were not lost.
So what's next...
"Disappear—!!!"
Sirocco squeezed out the last bit of strength from his body. At that moment, he lost all awareness of his body, and four of his five senses shut down.
The dark light devoured the remains of the Hellfire Dragon, and the blue-white flames in its eyes seemed somewhat afraid.
Its fears were then fulfilled.
The white and green flames on the Hellfire Dragon's skeleton were covered in pure black and extinguished.
First the skull, then the spine, the chest cavity, the claws, and finally the bones at the tip of the tail were all shattered, the aftershocks piercing through a charred area as they hurtled towards the ground.
The dark light dissipated as Sirocco's power was exhausted.
Along with it, Sirocco's consciousness vanished, and his vision became blurred.
My body felt very light and I fell forward uncontrollably.
He vaguely saw the sun crumbling, and eggshell-like cracks appearing in the blue sky.
“~~~~!”
Looking up, Sirocco saw Hill's anxious face as he spoke.
Hill hooked his body and pulled him back, preventing him from freefalling from the third floor.
The field of vision alternated between light and dark.
In the moment before darkness takes over consciousness, the perspective is from bottom to top.
A glimpse of Hill's chin revealed that even from this unflattering angle, she remained remarkably attractive and adorable. And behind her stood four skeleton soldiers who had appeared out of nowhere.
?
Why does she look so tall?
Why this angle?
My own body was swaying back and forth.
Could it be...
It's a princess carry!
When Sirocco realized that he was being carried away by his sister, his thoughts fell into complete darkness.
87. The aftereffects reappear.
What first awakens me is the firm, elastic, and warm touch at the back of my head.
An unfamiliar ceiling—but not this time.
Instead, it was upside down, Hill's face grinning mischievously.
Her gaze, lowered as she looked down, appeared mature, which made Sirocco's heart flutter.
No, no, no, it's just my sister's cute smile, what's there to be excited about?
Sirocco rolled his eyes and realized that this was the corridor where he had entered the room after acquiring the
He could still see outside the corridor window that a large chunk of the sky had collapsed.
"Brother? You're awake? The surgery was a success, you're a girl now."
As long as it's not a magical girl role, that's fine; that's a high-risk profession.
That was the response I intended, but what came out was:
"...No...magical girl...that's fine...uh..."
Strange, I can't speak normally?
As consciousness returns, the body becomes increasingly irritable.
Shortness of breath.
My head, no, my whole body is hot, my mouth is dry, and I feel weak.
It was almost like having a high fever.
"what happened?"
Hill looked worried.
"Brother? You look so uncomfortable. Hill has already given you the antidote and MP potion. Did Hill mix up the medicine...?"
"No... I think... this is a side effect of using... a skill... the nurse mentioned it when I was admitted to the hospital..."
"Ah... Hill remembers, Hill needs to take her brother to the hospital first!"
"No...it's okay...I just need to rest..."
"Really? Don't push yourself."
"It really doesn't matter."
Sirocco lowered his gaze, spoke softly, and placed his hand on Hill's hand.
“Hill understands. Hill is right here with her brother and won’t leave.”
"Compared to this, how's the BOSS...? Is he dead...?"
Hill smiled wryly.
"Yeah, that power was probably annihilated at the molecular level. Hill will always remember how cool it was for my brother to defeat the BOSS."
Her voice was soft and soothing, and whenever her delicate hands stroked her head, it was as if a gentle stream could soothe her discomfort.
"After you destroyed that huge skeleton, the skeletons, golems, and other small monsters all disappeared. So you can rest for a while now. By the way, 10 minutes have passed since you lost consciousness."
Fortunately, just as I had thought, the boss's death was the condition for leaving this place.
Otherwise, one would be needlessly suffering the "aftereffects" caused by the "Pure Black Annihilation Ray".
Without this skill, Hill and I would have perished here.
"...Is that so...The sky is cracking...Soon this place will disappear completely...We can go back to the first floor...."
"Ah."
"Speaking of which..."
Sirocco finally realized what that unforgettable comfort behind his head was all about.
"This secluded room... has small pillows inside... you can use those to support me... my head is too heavy on your lap... your legs will... go numb..."
The wonderful tactile sensation comes from a 14-year-old girl's lap pillow.
Hill was sitting on the floor, resting her head on her sister's knees.
He couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong, but Sirocco felt something was off.
“Hill doesn’t care. Besides, if it gets numb, he’ll lose all feeling, so he won’t feel the weight.”
"I'm talking about you..."
"Just kidding. My brother killed the big skeleton, and Hill gained experience points from the scraps, so he felt like he leveled up. That's why my brother's head didn't make Hill's legs go numb. Besides..."
Hill brushed a strand of Sirocco's white hair aside.
Without a single split, its smooth, flawless white color exudes a sacred quality.
"Hehe, brother's hair is so funny. It's turned into Hill's favorite white hair again. Hill is so happy."
"Oh...I see...Whatever you like..."
Sirocco gave a helpless, wry smile. He reached out to check the ring gauge, a movement that was difficult even, and Hill had to help him pull the gauge closer—
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Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.