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自分を通過しなければ何も変えられなかったと森羅万象に認めさせたい。そういう存在として生き、死にたい。
こんな私でも替えの利かない役割があるのだと、証明するためだけに立っている。
「さあどうする？ このままいけば、“運悪く”心臓が止まるぞ」
全身が捻じられていくMagsarionに手を翳したまま、飛ばした激語には期待と叱咤が混じっていた。彼女の在り方を鑑みれば、乗り越えてみせろと吠えるのは至極当然の話だろう。
無論、Nadareも余裕があるわけではない。傍目には一方的でも、実情は全力で抗われている結果なのだ。展開する因果崩壊は彼女にとっても制御不能で、いつ何が、どのようにCollapseるかは本人にも不明である。
よって次にMagsarionが起こした行動も、やはり予測の範囲外だった。
一瞬、それを自決と見紛う。凶Yazataの剣は己の胸に向けられて、次の刹那に刃はNadareのもとへ走った。
「——ッ!?」
想定し得なかった反撃に、最古の魔王はを踏んで後退する。そこに追い縋る剣撃が、黒い旋風となって連続した。
「これは……！」
いきなり変転した状況に対応が遅れ、怒涛の攻めに呑み込まれる。つい先ほどまで何もできなかったはずのMagsarionが、気付けば平然とNadareの術を破っているのだ。
……いや、本当にそうなのか？
「呆れたぞ——本当に無茶をする子だ、君は！」
真相を悟って正気の沙汰ではないと思った。Magsarionは万事が失敗するというFractured Worldの性質を逆手に取り、自滅に走ることで正反対の現象を——すなわちNadareに刃を向ける真っ当な状態へ戻している。
強引すぎるし無理矢理すぎだ。理屈の上では納得できるが、一切の躊躇も見せずに実行できる者はほぼおるまい。心理的なハードルはもちろん、リスクがあまりにも高かった。
「私がこうすれば、どうする気なんだい？」
NadareがFractured Worldを解除すると、Magsarionは当たり前に自身の胸を貫いた。人並みの知能があれば容易に想像できる返し技で、なのに彼は止まらない。
「追いかけっこと言ったな」
どす黒い声と共に、引き抜かれた剣がNadareへ迫まる。今度は順当な殺意の方向。
「ならば俺に追いついてみろ」
再度のFractured Worldが因果の並びを逆転させた。捻じ曲げられた剣閃が自滅の軌道を描きかけるも、途中で止まり元へ戻る。寸でで躱したNadareは後退し、Magsarionの思考速度に舌を巻きつつ解除、発動——さらに解除の繰り返し。
時間にして刹那以下の切り替えが、世にも奇妙な攻防を具現させた。Magsarionは攻めに移れば自傷を重ね、受けに回れば自ら魔王の刃へ飛び込んでいくのだが、数十手に一度の割合で剣先がNadareを掠める。徐々にその頻度が増えていく。
どちらも相手の心が分からぬ以上、対処が至難を極める点で同じ土俵だ。NadareがFractured Worldを使うか否か、Magsarionの殺意は己に向くのか敵に向くのか。
下手に迷えば手が遅れるため、もはや読み合いに意味はなかった。思考と反応の速さを競う勝負と化し、ならば魔獣のごとき凶Yazataが先んじる。
初めはほんのわずかだった差が積み重なり、瞬く間にNadareを劣勢に追い込んだ。Magsarionはすでに百度以上も自分で自分を刺しているが、暴風にも似た勢いは一向に衰えず、激しさだけを増していく。
「やはりもう、君の身体は——」
戦慄の呻きを漏らした瞬間、渾身の上段斬りがNadareの額に命中した。Bahlavanを討ち、Khvarenahを断ち、KaikhosruとSiriusを一刀のもとに殺した無慙の剣。それに劣らぬ凶気の斬撃を受けても第二位魔王は生きていたが、初めて赤い血を流す。
黒白以外の色を持たない彼女に生じた緋のコントラストは、まるで二元論という世界に終わりをもたらす紙吹雪の舞に見えた。
NadareはNadareとなって以来、流血した記憶がない。よって痛みよりも傷そのものに惹かれる形で額を拭い、指に付着した色の鮮やかさを凝視する。
次いで漏らした吐息は、困惑の中に何かを思い出しかけたような……どこか安らぎめいたものを滲ませて、そっと静かに呟いた。
「私は血も肉も骨もある。だけど君は、とっくにすべて無くなったんだな。その鎧の下、ガランドウだろう」
Magsarionには身体が存在していなかった。
これまで、誰がどんなに強大な負荷を掛けても殺せなかったのはそうした理由。彼はImmutableの現象として、何かの概念となっている。
「きっかけはBahlavanと戦ったときかい？ もっと前から徐々に削られていたとは思うが、あいつに勝つため最後の一線を超えたんだね」
「だからなんだ。貴様の知ったことではない」
ぞんざいな返事ながらも、Magsarionは否定をしなかった。事実Nadareの指摘通り、彼はBahlavanとの戦いで鎧の力を限界以上に引き出している。
結果、は自我を跡形もなく呑み込まれ、主人をあるべき姿へするのみの道具と化した。現に今このときも、鎧の下では黒々とした闇の炎だけが渦巻いている。
もう、物質的な意味でMagsarionだったものは何処にもいない。そこに一片の後悔もなく、ただ意義を全うするために立っていた。
では、彼にとってのImmutableとは何なのか。生涯不敗を貫くことだとかつてBahlavanに放言したが、それは単なる前提であり手段にすぎない。
未だ真実は秘されている。そしておそらく、これが謎を解く最後の機会だ。
先の一撃でNadareを仕留めきれなかったMagsarionも、同じく相手の核を探ろうとしていた。二人は共に攻め手を止め、距離を取ったまま問答の口火を切る。
「君はGudouの神というのを知ってるかい？ Hadouみたいに外へ広がる意志じゃなく、内に収束していく個の極致だ」
「周りをどうしたいかではなく、自分がどう在りたいかを願う形か」
「その通り。これを突き詰めていけば、人間大に凝縮した独立宇宙になると私は見ている。知ってる範囲じゃBahlavanがとても近いが、残念なことにあと一歩で届かない。力不足なせいじゃなく、単にシステム的な問題でね」
「貴様がいるからか？」
問いに答えたのは微笑だった。優越感からくるものではなく、恥じ入るような自嘲の類。
「NadareはのSensoryだ。善悪闘争を回す管理者として、斯く在れかしというGreat Cause Enforced Commandmentを刻まれる。つまりこの宇宙で唯一許された疑似的なGudou神だよ。……まあ、私はそこに自前の誓いを足してるが、実情的には先代たちとそう変わらない。本当の魔王になりたいと思っているだけだから」
ゆえにどれほど適性がある者でも、この宇宙では真正の個を極められない。あくまでもという形でしかそれを許容する枠がなく、舞台の仕組みを変えるのはHadouの領分なのでGudouの者は報われぬ定めだ。
「仮にBahlavanが私を倒せば、彼が次のNadareになってただろう。常々申し訳ないと思ってたし、そんな風に詰んでたあいつを君は楽にしてやったわけだけど、本当に救いとなったかは現状不明だ。なぜなら君はその剣で、舞台を変え得るKhvarenahたちも残らず殺してしまったからね」
Nadareの異常な頑強さは、疑似的ながらも神の領域にあるためだ。本人は謙遜していたものの、二重に掛けられたCommandmentが歴代の誰よりもGudouの極致に彼女を近づけている。
魔王たれ。真の救世主に倒されて世界を変える、最大最後の壁になりたい。
魂懸けてそう祈るからこそ、MagsarionのImmutableがどこを向いているのか知らなければいけなかった。内か外か、GudouかHadouか——前者なら断固として負けるわけにはいかず、後者なら喜んで討たれよう。だがKhvarenahがMadouと評した通り、凶Yazataの在り方はどちらとも違って見える。
ここに至るまでの情報を顧みて、Nadareは一つの仮説を立てた。
「まさか、君のImmutableは“罪”なのか？」
問いにMagsarionは無言のまま。しかし否定の気配はなく、外していないと直観する。
「この世は全部間違っている。だから気付かずに踊る奴らも、気付いているのに変えられない奴らも、等しく罪人だと言いたいのか。君はそうした過ちを呑み込んで、内に罪を体現しながら罰の法則を生むような、GudouとHadouを足したような……」
だとしたら、それはまさしく冥府Madou。自ら地獄の権化となる道だった。
一人一人に罪がある。よって一人一人を殺して取り込み、罪に相応しい罰が降る世界を描く。苛烈で容赦なく凄惨だが、同時に公正かつ明快だ。少なくとも理不尽ではないし、筋が通っているため悔いの類は消え去るだろう。ある種の納得さえ可能かもしれない。
善とは決して呼べぬものの、悪が悪を喰らい続けて報いは必ず訪れる。果てなき殺し合いの連鎖だが、外道の勝ち逃げだけは封じる理。
今も特異点に響く白と黒の声援は、確かに愚か極まりなかった。彼らは甚だ間違っており、救うためには断罪すべしとMagsarionが思っているなら、自分はと——
得も言われぬ恐怖と興奮が押し寄せてきた。この仮説はとても私の胸に迫るが、同時に魔王のお株を奪われる話。彼こそすべての悪を背負う未来で、これを認めたら己の存在意義が揺らいでしまう。おそらく果てはMagsarion自身も討たれて消えるはずなので、本質的にはNadareの交代劇と何ら変わらない。
だから駄目だと理性は拒絶しているにも拘わらず、どうして心は惹きつけられるのか。
分からなくて、こんな予想は外れてほしいと考えつつも、そうなったらなったで惜しいような。悔しいような。
これまで確と定めていたつもりの指針が乱れ、まるで無明の荒野に放り出された気分に陥ったとき……
「小さいんだよ」
呆れた風にかぶりを振って、Magsarionが鼻を鳴らした。
“違う”ではなく“小さい”——それは彼にとってNadareの予想が、真実の端を掠めた程度にすぎないことを意味していた。
「罪、罪……ああなるほどな。貴様の芯がよく分かった」
「何を、君は……」
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Crafting the translation
I’m translating Japanese text into English, being precise and highlighting any omissions. This helps ensure completeness and accuracy.
Evaluating content translation
I’m ensuring the Japanese text is accurately translated into English, identifying any missing parts for user editing and adhering to guidelines against including disallowed content.
Pondering the nature
I'm thinking through the concept of "罪" ("Sins") and how they shape the world. This idea is central to understanding the ongoing conflict.
Tracking progress
The protagonist is dealing with existential challenges and emphasizing their unique role, while navigating a complex and metaphor-infused universe.
Witnessing unexpected action
Magsarion's move was a complete surprise—his fierce Yazata sword, once aimed at his chest, was now charging towards Nadare.
Adjusting my approach
I noticed a missing verb in the Japanese sentence, leading me to suggest the adjustments "一歩を踏んで" or "足を踏んで" for clarity and grammatical accuracy.
Taking a bold approach
Magsarion's reckless strategy involves using the Fractured World's chaos to self-destruct and revert events, blankly targeting Nadare.
Navigating risks
The risks were too high; Nadare overcame psychological hurdles and reversed causality again. The sword, though initially twisted, returned to its original trajectory.
Navigating strategic mindsets
Nadare and Magsarion are locked in a mesmerizing battle, each adapting swiftly to the other’s strategies, making it tough to anticipate their moves.
Observing Nadare's fate
Nadare is grappling with Magsarion's relentless assault, his defeat feels inevitable. The battle is a fierce race of reactions, with no room for hesitation or strategy.
Witnessing change
The second-ranked Demon King experiences a rare drop of red blood, signifying her transformation from black and white to a vivid crimson. This shift seems to symbolize the end of a dualistic world.
Revealing transformation
Magsarion's transformation into the Immutable is revealed, leaving him as an empty vessel of power. The fierce battle with Bahlavan pushed him beyond limits, stripping away his ego entirely.
Evaluating the core essence
Magsarion's core essence is questioned, as the term "Immutable" might not fully capture his true essence.
Discussing inner power
I’m curious about the Gudou Gods, who converge inward, differencing from the outward expansion of the Hadou. This pursuit leads to a uniquely condensed universe, nearly achieved by Bahlavan.
Pondering the limitations
I'm thinking about the restriction in the universe that prevents extreme individuality, only allowing it in specific forms. Adjusting the structure is domain to Hadou, leaving Gudou individuals unrewarded.
Understanding Nadare's strength
Nadare's abnormal toughness stems from being in the realm of pseudo gods, with dual Commandments elevating her close to the ultimate Gudou level.
The hypothesis
Nadare theorizes that Magsarion's Immutable is 'sin,' which leads to the embodiment of the underworld Madou, blending Gudou and Hadou.
Weighing justice
OK, let me see. The text contemplates a universe where sin-driven actions face swift, fitting consequences. This system, while brutal and unforgiving, ensures clarity and equitable justice.
Balancing conflicts
OK, let me see. Imagining the Demon King losing feels magical but threatens her own existence. It’s like seeing a cherished tale unraveling.
Revealing overlooked insights
It's interesting to see how the text includes gaps, particularly in the following areas: the transition between "魔王は" and "を踏んで後退する," and between "結果、" and "は自我を跡形もなく呑み込まれ."
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I want to make all things in the universe acknowledge that nothing could have been changed without passing through me. I want to live and die as such an existence.
I stand here only to prove that even someone like me has an irreplaceable role.
"Well then, what will you do? If things continue like this, your heart will 'unfortunately' stop."
With her hand extended toward Magsarion, whose entire body was twisting, the harsh words she hurled carried both expectation and encouragement. Considering her nature, it was only natural for her to roar, urging him to overcome this challenge.
Of course, Nadare wasn't at ease either. Although it appeared one-sided to an onlooker, in reality, she was being resisted with full force. The unfolding causal collapse was uncontrollable even for her, and she herself didn't know when, what, or how something would collapse.
Therefore, Magsarion's next action was also beyond her expectations.
For a moment, it looked like he was committing suicide. The sword of the fierce Yazata was aimed at his own chest, and in the next instant, the blade rushed toward Nadare.
"—!?"
Caught off guard by an unexpected counterattack, the oldest Demon King stepped back. Chasing after her, the successive sword strikes became a black whirlwind.
"This is...!"
Unable to adapt quickly to the suddenly changing situation, she was swallowed by the onslaught. Magsarion, who should have been unable to do anything until just a moment ago, was now calmly breaking through Nadare's techniques before she realized it.
...No, is that really the case?
"I'm astonished—you truly are a reckless child!"
Realizing the truth, she thought he was out of his mind. Magsarion had taken advantage of the nature of the Fractured World, where everything fails, and by rushing into self-destruction, he was reversing the phenomenon—in other words, returning to a proper state where he could point his blade at Nadare.
It was too forceful and unreasonable. While it was understandable in theory, there would be almost no one who could execute it without any hesitation. Not to mention the psychological hurdle, the risk was simply too high.
"If I do this, what do you plan to do?"
When Nadare deactivated the Fractured World, Magsarion naturally pierced his own chest. It's an easy counter that anyone with normal intelligence could imagine, yet he did not stop.
"You said it was a game of tag."
With a deep, dark voice, the pulled-out sword approached Nadare. This time, his killing intent was properly directed.
"Then try to catch up to me."
Activating the Fractured World again, the order of causality was reversed. The distorted sword slash began to trace a self-destructive trajectory but stopped midway and returned to its original path. Nadare dodged it by a hair's breadth, retreated, and, amazed at Magsarion's thought speed, repeated deactivation and activation—and deactivation again.
Switching in less than an instant, they embodied a battle strange beyond measure. When Magsarion went on the offensive, he inflicted self-harm repeatedly; when on the defensive, he would throw himself into the Demon King's blade. However, at a rate of once every several dozen moves, his sword tip grazed Nadare. Gradually, that frequency increased.
Since neither could understand the other's intentions, it was extremely difficult to counter, putting them on equal footing. Whether Nadare would use the Fractured World or not, whether Magsarion's killing intent was directed at himself or at the enemy.
If they hesitated, their actions would be delayed, so there was no longer any point in reading each other. It had become a contest of thought and reaction speed, and in that case, the fierce Yazata, like a beast, took the lead.
The initially minuscule gap accumulated, and in the blink of an eye, Nadare was driven into a disadvantage. Magsarion had already stabbed himself over a hundred times, but his momentum, like a raging storm, did not diminish in the slightest; it only grew more intense.
"As I thought, your body is already—"
At the moment she let out a trembling groan, a full-force overhead slash struck Nadare's forehead. The merciless sword that defeated Bahlavan, severed Khvarenah, and killed Kaikhosru and Sirius in a single stroke. Even after receiving a slash of equal ferocity, the second-ranked Demon King was still alive, but for the first time, she bled red blood.
The crimson contrast that appeared on her, who had no colors other than black and white, looked like a dance of confetti bringing an end to a world of dualism.
Since becoming Nadare, she had no memory of bleeding. Therefore, more than the pain, she was drawn to the wound itself, wiping her forehead and gazing intently at the vivid color on her fingers.
Then, the sigh she let out, as if she were recalling something amidst confusion... It exuded a hint of tranquility, and she quietly whispered.
"I have blood, flesh, and bones. But you have long since lost everything. Under that armor, there's nothing but emptiness, is there?"
Magsarion no longer had a body.
Up till now, no matter how great a burden anyone placed on him, they couldn't kill him for that reason. He had become some kind of concept as the phenomenon of the Immutable.
"Was the trigger when you fought Bahlavan? I thought you were gradually being eroded even before that, but you crossed the final line to defeat him."
"So what? It's none of your concern."
Though his reply was rough, Magsarion did not deny it. Indeed, as Nadare pointed out, he had drawn out the armor's power beyond its limits in his battle with Bahlavan.
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"As a result, ______ was completely swallowed up, becoming a mere tool to transform his master into what he should be. Even now, under the armor, only dark flames swirl."
Already, in a material sense, there was nothing left of what was once Magsarion anywhere. Without a shred of regret, he stood there only to fulfill his purpose.
Then, what is the Immutable to him? Once, he had told Bahlavan that it was to remain undefeated for life, but that was merely a premise, a means to an end.
The truth is still hidden. And this is probably the last chance to solve the mystery.
Having failed to finish off Nadare with the earlier blow, Magsarion was also trying to probe the other's core. Both of them stopped their offensive, keeping their distance, and began to exchange words.
"Do you know about the Gudou Gods? Unlike the Hadou, whose wills expand outward, they are the ultimate individuals who converge inward."
"Rather than thinking about what to do with the surroundings, it's about wishing how you yourself want to be?"
"Exactly. I believe that if you pursue this to the limit, you become an independent universe condensed into human size. As far as I know, Bahlavan was very close, but unfortunately, he fell just one step short. Not due to lack of power, but simply because of systematic issues."
"Because you exist?"
The response was a smile. Not one born from superiority, but a kind of self-deprecating one born from shame.
"[Omitted Text: Missing content after 'Nadare is'] the Sensory. Engraved with the Great Cause Enforced Commandment to manage the struggle between good and evil. In other words, the only pseudo-Gudou God permitted in this universe. Well, I've added my own vow to that, but in reality, I'm not much different from my predecessors. I just want to become a true Demon King."
"Therefore, no matter how suited one may be, in this universe they cannot reach the true extreme of individuality. It is only permitted in the form of [Omitted Text: Missing content here], and changing the structure of the stage is the domain of Hadou, so those of Gudou are doomed to be unrewarded."
"Had Bahlavan defeated me, he would have become the next Nadare. I always felt sorry for him, and you freed him from such a deadlock, but whether it was truly salvation is unclear at present. Because with your sword, you have killed off Khvarenah and the others who could have changed the stage."
Nadare's abnormal toughness was because she was in the realm of gods, albeit pseudo. Although she was modest about it, the dual Commandments placed upon her brought her closer to the ultimate Gudou than any of her predecessors.
"Be a Demon King. Be the greatest and final wall that is defeated by the true savior and changes the world."
Because she prayed so, staking her soul, she needed to know where Magsarion's Immutable was directed. Inward or outward, Gudou or Hadou—if it was the former, she absolutely couldn't afford to lose; if it was the latter, she would gladly be defeated. However, as Khvarenah had described as Madou, the way of being of the fierce Yazata seemed different from either.
Reflecting on the information up to this point, Nadare formulated a hypothesis.
"Could it be that your Immutable is 'sin'?"
Magsarion remained silent at the question. However, he showed no sign of denial, and she intuitively felt that she wasn't off the mark.
"This world is entirely wrong. So, you want to say that those who dance without realizing it, and those who realize it but cannot change it, are all equally sinners? You are swallowing up such mistakes, embodying sin within, and creating a law of punishment—a combination of Gudou and Hadou..."
If so, then that is truly the underworld Madou—the path of becoming the embodiment of hell itself.
Everyone has sin. Therefore, you kill each person and take them in, creating a world where punishment befitting the sin falls upon them. Harsh, merciless, and gruesome, but at the same time fair and clear. At least it's not unreasonable, and since it's logically consistent, feelings of regret would likely disappear. Perhaps a certain degree of acceptance might even be possible.
It could never be called good, but evil continues to devour evil, and retribution always comes. It's an endless chain of killing, but a principle that prevents villains from getting away scot-free.
Even now, the cheers of black and white echoing in the singularity were indeed extremely foolish. If Magsarion thought that they were gravely mistaken and should be judged to save them, then as for herself...
An indescribable fear and excitement welled up. This hypothesis struck deeply in her heart, but at the same time, it was a story that would steal the Demon King's thunder. He would be the future that bears all evil, and if she acknowledged this, her own raison d'être would waver. Probably, in the end, even Magsarion himself would be defeated and disappear, so essentially it was no different from Nadare's replacement scenario.
Therefore, reason was rejecting it, saying it couldn't be. Yet, why was her heart drawn to it?
Not understanding, thinking she wanted this prediction to be wrong, but at the same time, feeling it would be regrettable if it turned out that way. Feeling vexed.
The guidelines she thought she had firmly established until now became disordered, and she felt as if she had been thrown into a wilderness of ignorance.
"You're thinking too small."
Shaking his head in exasperation, Magsarion snorted.
Not "wrong," but "small"—that meant that to him, Nadare's guess only barely grazed the edge of the truth.
"Sin, sin... Ah, I see. I understand your core quite well."
"What are you...?"
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