I knocked two flies off the ground that I didn't love, right after that.
When I looked back, the woman was glowing.
The golden hair softens and the eyes of the sapphire twinkle. Amelia stared at what was in her hands with incredible thoughts.
(Holy Sword)
Authentic, genuine brilliance, there it is. Just like my sister and myself.
A woman, not even a maiden of the Holy Sword, holds it, and stands.
My spine popped. Trembling lips arc. My throat shook.
It's like before I cried out.
"... Damn, give me a break"
Well, I've been waiting for this.
No matter how hard I worked out, no matter how much I knew the right fate, no matter how much I shredded my sister's soul and got two holy swords, it still wasn't buried, it wasn't enough, its power.
- You don't want Luchel.
Slashing off my poor sister's neck doesn't clear up a bit, that opportunity to shake off a sense of defeat.
"Give me that, eh eh eh eh!!"
Amelia wields her full holy sword with a shout of joy.
Head-on, Irene took it and stood.
The light and light hit the storm, and the hem of the dress stirs.
(- Heavy! Health drain is out of step... it won't take long!
Behind me I saw Zemes flying with Serena and Augusto.
You can't wind it up. If you take a step forward, Amelia laughs terribly fun.
"I don't know how you did it, but I praise you for having it, but you are the Maiden of the Devil's Sword!
"... Huh!
"So much so that the weapons are reciprocal, you think you can win!?"
Amelia flicks herself gently, turning around and paying the holy sword. The flash slashed everything in a straight line, as did the palace behind it.
Eileen punches her tongue with a single hair.
It was this woman who killed Luchel, who once became a dragon. I mean, this woman is stronger than Luchel.
"Come on, you're gonna die easy. Ooh!
Joyfully stained eyes come this way.
Every time we shoot each other with a holy sword at an unusual rate, an explosion occurs, and a flash of dodging swoops through the ground and knocks down the trees.
Whether your heels are shaved or your favorite dress torn apart, you can't hold back.
The tip of the protruding holy sword blurs Amelia's cheek.
Amelia laughed with her scratched cheeks, flinching herself and slashing Eileen's left arm. That useless sharp move looks like a sophisticated dance.
I can't help my left hand dyeing red. Every time we shoot each other, they push us a little further.
Strong.
That's right, it makes me laugh.
"What the fuck are you laughing at, crazy even with your head, demon sword maiden!
"It's each other who's crazy, I can't believe we're meeting the parameter Kanst heroine!
Run up broken rubble walls without distracting each other. That's also faster for Amelia. They take me right up there.
"It's an honor. There's no shortage for them!
"I don't know how strong you are, but you don't hate it. That's what I'm talking about!
He took a blow waved down from above in the air.
Before you can hit the ground, twist your lower body and kick a half-broken roof. Amelia's back breaks through the building wall. But neither the power of his hand, which holds the holy sword, nor his brilliance shall be impaired.
"You are definitely the maiden of the Holy Sword!
I opened my eyes like Amelia was surprised.
"You wanted it, Master Luchel! You wanted to use any hand to get it, even if someone else did it to you and no one else understood it! Then be proud of yourself for coming this far!
"... to"
"You beat Master Grace!
Grace was killed and Amelia survived.
That's reality.
"So your holy sword is real, strong!
"Oh, yeah, naturally! I'm a real holy sword maiden, even though I'm a real holy sword."
"Yet why didn't you use this power for your own mix-up! It would be a holy sword for that! For the Maiden of the Holy Sword to capture her own Mixes!
And this holy sword that Eileen holds.
Wave down the holy sword you re-gripped with both hands. Amelia falls off her back for the courtyard that is burning wilderness. I pursued it with all due respect.
(condition that love is, whether the Holy Sword is authentic)
That's normal for a maiden game, but it matters.
And something very uncut.
(Dear Lilia, You, Master Cedric...)
But that she's a player, I guess she laughs off sentiments and stuff.
Even now, you see, the light is spilling from the glitter and the holy sword.
That's why I win.
- Win, my protagonist.
Flip your skirt and the maiden of the Holy Sword laughs.
"Because the hero is mine!!"
Eat up your teeth, evaporate your tears, and wave them at your foresighted enemies.
Amelia looked at it with dismay as to why - and smiled happily the moment the real Holy Sword devoured its neck.
Dyeing the surroundings into silver so that the brilliance pays for both darkness and light. The Maiden of the Holy Sword also swallows everything, turning it into a grain of light.
Irene, waving down the holy sword, poked her knee and fell straight to the ground.