What could be the first emotion of a newborn human.

For a baby-chan, it could be affection towards its parents.

However, for a clone with an abridged process of development?

The power held by the Iona copied from me was tremendous.

Thence, the means by which to demonstrate herself――――may be violence.

「Black Dragon. Was in database. Ancient race Diadora」

Iona licks her lips.

「I take」

Iona’s black hair brings to mind the darkness of an abyss no less than that of the black dragon.

It sways from her magic power.

「Fu-n, looks strong」

Shion-san murmured, as she gazed at that back.

I also began to fixedly watch Iona’s battle.

On that note, didn’t Iona use a term that shouldn’t exist in fantasy.

Well, given that they produced such a perfect clone, they might be more advanced here than in reality.

「Let’s see what you’ve got」

Acting self important like that, Iona was looking at me with a prideful sort of face.

Wait a sec, look forward!

「――」

As implied, the black dragon took the initiative.

A shockwave that blanks out all sound. I instinctively cover my ears.

Black dragon’s roar?

No, this is――is it preparation for its breath!

The ringing in my ears is awful. Perhaps it’s the abrupt change in air pressure.

The Iona who had finally grasped her situation languidly, dashed.

Her characteristic movement.

She entered into the black dragon’s bosom before it could release its breath.

「Haa!」

Without a moment’s delay, she jumps up from below its chin.

She drove her palm up into its jaw as it began to open.

「――Dark・Impact」

The black strike pierces the black dragon’s jaw.

With its breath interrupted, the black dragon stumbled forward. It’s effective.

I see……I might also be able to do that?

「Her fighting style, sure does resemble Alice」

「Ah, it really does?」

「As expected of her younger cousin」