I feel there's no point in continuing the fight.

[The molting older sister: Maybe we should just forget about it...]

[Snake-Shedding Lolita: Yes, the people in your soul no longer want you to fight... Everyone cares about you.]

[The molting older sister: To be precise, I'm very worried about you.]

...

That's true, I'm speechless... It seems that in the end, I'll just have to accept my bad luck.

Thinking this, Ira opened her mouth somewhat unwillingly, but in the next instant... all that remained before Ira's eyes was a bright green expanse, followed by a sharp pain and dizziness.

Ira, who was suddenly sent flying backward, realized in a very short time what had happened—the World Tree Beast's movements and speed were absolutely beyond his ability to catch or react to.

However, his own feelings still exist.

Relying solely on intuition, Ira very reluctantly summoned the power of a certain god of frost authority, unleashing a dense burst of frost towards the empty space where she had been hacked to pieces.

The World Tree Beast, whose speed was temporarily slowed down but was still extremely fast, appeared there.

...

This won't do! We must start the process immediately!

Ira was thinking this...

...

"Mr. Ira! Keep it up!"

Amidst cheers and encouragement, Ira raised her head and looked in the direction of Satan Leaf. As if divinely inspired, she simply turned her head to dodge the World Tree Beast's "small" wooden spike, which, to the average person, was about the size of a tree stump.

Satan Ye, who was waving her little fists to encourage him, smiled happily. Her crimson eyes showed no hesitation, not even a hint of worry, because…

The little scarlet dragon named Satan Ye never even considered the question, "Can Mr. Ira win?"

...

Just like Ira, she firmly believed that Satanie would become the best demon king.