I haven't had a real dream in a long time. It wasn't a predictive dream or a vision of the past, it was just a dream.
My sister and brother-in-law, who put me on the reign ceremony, sneak me out to town at night to celebrate, it's kind of a ridiculous dream - a dream. I also feel it was a reality that was actually there, but not a past that should be.
(… I wonder if it's loose)
Blurry and Amelia get up from the bedroom.
Past sight and predictive dreams that kept ridiculing themselves for hundreds of years had stopped seeing them in the past few days. I'm sure it's because my wish came true.
I took back everything my sister took from me, and I congratulate her.
But this room, as always, doesn't move like time has stopped. Nor the pluck of a man of fate.
"... I'm sure it's not over yet. Because I didn't get everything I wanted."
If you make the newly awakened Luchel a complete being, I'm sure.
Crush as you look up at the portrait that was just made. There was once a depiction of my true face. But I tore it with my own hands when I found out about the right fate. I've been letting it go ever since. Nobody cares because the palace has been remodeled to function unattended for hundreds of years now.
Besides, since the body conforming to the soul has only the original body of itself and the body of the sister, all the faces become either faces when they are made to paint portraits of historical queens. The queen doesn't look that way, and the palace used the artifact early to desert her, but it's still easy when she touches people's eyes.
I'll put my hands on your cheeks. If I were to paint a portrait now, which face should I paint?
At least now, this face - it's not real. Not even my sister. This was the face of my sister who should have been, and my real sister didn't have these dead eyes. So, should I decorate my true face this time?
I didn't feel comfortable with any of the proposals. I guess that's why I don't want any of it.
What we have now, the moment we have it, the value has disappeared.
That's right.
Because I just wanted to take it from you. To take it, it was worth it. So, if it's not enough yet - isn't that a new face, a new body?
That is not the case with vessels that conform to souls with holy swords. I hesitated to be a child to draw my own blood, but because I was stopping when I was a body, I only had a child like me, and it was time to become a disposable self with a missing spirit and emotions - ideal for vessels but soon broken.
The only difference was Lilia Rainwers.
He cried out loud from the moment he was born, took his own hands off, was willing to live, and had an unbridled soul. Oh, I didn't have to dream of predicting that I had the maiden of the next Holy Sword.
I didn't grow it on hand because I thought I might be able to use that body someday.
Eileen Lauren Dorthrish's holy sword took it from her.
If there is a threat left, then my own daughter is the only one left.
"... well, if you get that, now it's time to be happy"
Before thinking, my body reacted. There was a far explosion somewhere. The second I thought it was my fault, the late impact would loosen the floor.
"Become...!
The kingdom remains intact. I feel no magic, no holy power.
The moment I wondered if it even broke somewhere, the explosion sounded again and the whole palace swept away. Amelia transfers before the sliding furniture hits her.
On his way was the throne where there was a man of fate.
"Master Luchel! What the hell is all this fuss about?"
The red eyes, which were always closed, are opened.
"Oh, my God, you sound like I've done something"
"Yes, no... I just couldn't sense anything... so I didn't think of anything else"
"He'll be there. If you're just a human being, you can't capture it with holy power."
But this palace has white soldiers to eliminate intruders. To that question, with a cheek cane on the throne, the devil's god laughed.
"Sounds like you're simulating with a sacred stone. Power reactor. Are you willing to drop this palace? Okay, what do we do?
"No problem. If you say drop it, drop it on Hermeia -"
Shock and light came from the outside. Now it is clear that Amelia senses the attack.
(How dare you attack the Holy Crossing, who - the Holy Knight!
For a moment with his eyes closed, the outside sight reflected behind his eyelids shows the Holy Knight with the Divine Sword and the half demon alongside it. I also saw my brother-in-law giving it a share of power.
I guess you're looking at the same thing, Luchel groans and laughs when she comes.
"Come out because I've prepared the bait, I see. A human being is a human being. Even if we lose the Holy Sword."
I wonder why. Above all, the mouth end of Amelia slowly rises to its appearance.
The woman who stands in the front - what she has is the Devil's Sword. It cannot be called a mistake because it is the image of a divine sword made in imitation of the Holy Sword that has been magically infused and finished.
(Demon Sword's, Maiden)
That's what I call the maiden's name, who takes the holy sword and honors her position.
That's what I was once called when I got the Holy Sword after my sister.
That's what he called his sister, who became the wife of the Demon King.
Strange.
Why do we think that woman, with blue eyes in her golden hair, who looks nothing like herself or her sister, looks like herself?
How can I feel so uplifted by that appearance of standing and want to kill you?
"- We'll send the soldiers to the power reactor. Leave it to me outside, Master Luchel."
"You don't mind?
"Yeah, I won't let you take it again."
Oh, this is happiness.
This was the happiness I wanted.