Amaku Yasashii Sekai de Ikiru ni wa

The blushing Astra and her gaze collide with each other. The brace comes to me and Zion with a dazzling stream of light.

Inevitable.

At the same time that I understood that I could not escape the braces that were deciding the ground and causing the trees to disappear, my body was moving itself. If you put up a holy knife to slay the brace that looks like slow motion and shed magic, it will swell up and glow once and for all whether it was amplified by the holy weapon.

- I can slash it.

Is the word of the tree spirited on his head his own, or someone else's?

If you swing the Holy Knife down as your instincts soon as you think about it, the braces will blow up with a fierce explosion, and the smashed magic will pour down like rain.

After a while the magical dust that was pouring down like a barrage faded and he looked at me again, Astra staring at me with her golden eyes open as if they were still this.

If you look closely, you listen because you seem to be moving your toes and mouth, you will hear Astra whining in surprise.

Apparently, the current offense has made me realize that the weapon in my hand is the Holy Knife.

"Nothing until now... no, but that knife is indeed of the brave -"

I thought you felt the power hidden in the Holy Knife by slashing the braces, but that doesn't make Astra look right. I can only be upset, but I find myself more stunned and confused from Astra than anxious or afraid of a situation confronting someone with the testimony of a brave man. What the hell is wrong with you?

"- Definitely. That knife has the blessings of the gods. But why"

It's defenseless to ask yourself in a flash of voice, now if you want to attack.

I also have the confidence that I can take that dragon's neck with the holy knife in my hand because of the bare hands that slashed the braces.

But the risk of arguing for Dragon King's son here is high.

I don't know how dragon kings and dragon kingdoms move when I find out my son is dead.

If Maris and the others are involved in it, it is natural to assume that they are being guided in their actions to use it like the elf youths and the Beast Bandits, and that reconciliation is possible depending on why Astra seeks the elf. Then there may be a calculation to stop the land of dragons.

I would avoid discussing Astra here given the current state of Fortrace......

Can it be fulfilled, such as catching Astra alive?

Watching Astra hold this one by magic even as she gets caught up in her thoughts, she weighs the risks if she asks for the Dragon King's son and if she tries to capture him.

While the killing and hostility that had been directed as far as I could see from Astra today is not felt, and confused by the change, the hopeful observation emerges that there might be room for discussion and hesitation arises to take the neck.

Do you want to talk about it or do you want to talk about it?

I don't have much time to get lost.

I am well aware of the high risk of being caught alive, but the possibility that I found once hits the back of my brain and my expectations dull my thoughts. In the meantime, it was the Holy Knife, feverish as it burned, that drew my consciousness back.

- Bachi!

Hot, the next moment I thought I flashed by the shock of running flat in my hand to claim its existence was when I confronted Maris.

Oreo hallucinated me then and woke me up.

- Then what about this holy knife where Oreo and Esperda were born together?

If you turn your gaze to Ha Astra for past thoughts, the Holy Knife will have a fever as if to say yes.

I didn't fight directly with the elf youths who didn't know the connection between the Holy Knife and the Spirits until the Chiefs pointed me out, and I never handed over my weapons. Meanwhile, Astra realized the presence of the Holy Knife, having been slashed and exposed to the magic dust that had arisen when she paid for the braces.

"Why didn't you know? If I've already..."

And suddenly I feel signs of the Holy Knife, and I'm confused about Astra's appearance.

Perhaps, the Holy Knife has a purifying ability, like overthrowing the dominion of the Maris and the others.

It was almost with Astra's eyes pointing toward me again to determine my belly over the ability of the Holy Knife I had in mind.

"We don't have time, so let me hurry"

When Astra says so and puts tiny dragon wings against his torso, the ragged and rocky remains roll down one after the other and the giant black dragon rises into space.

- "We"?

Soon the wind will blow as we think deeply about who the hell that word zeroed out of Astra's mouth is exposing. I looked up to heaven as I narrowed my eyes to the pressure from above as I sewed us on the spot, and I could see the same light glinting behind his mouth.

I wonder if the braces will come again, but when I realize that the golden eyes I look down on are regaining some brilliance, I release [Ice Dragon] loosely.

My judgment didn't seem a mistake.

The ice dragon hits and smashes the body of the black dragon that was about to fly into the back of the reed after swallowing a stream of light that filled his mouth on the verge, following a flash of gaps between us.

Just a few moments after birth.

My body rises before I speak of my wind magic skills, even though I can put my magic into my feet to stand in front of Astra, who was about to head over our heads to the elves.

'Please wait. My dear child.'

Then I thought I heard Rafael's voice. My body was moving to a height overlooking Astra, standing on a water-based scaffold that Albione would have created.

'I'll help you. Master. "

If the magic flows from the water balloon that is created continuously around the dialogues and from Albione's intentions to the Holy Knife, Rafael's help will also turn to ice and strengthen his body as the gathered water looks through. The magic carried by the Holy Knife, which stretched the blade crossing to just over two metres, is not in previous ratios, and Astra, who perceived the signs, looks up to heaven in a hurry, but it is too late.

The moment I jumped off the scaffold I raised the end of my mouth to meet the smile of the two sighted men, I waved down the holy knife, which had changed into a shape like a machete wrapped in ice.

"- Fall. Astra."

Saying so, the sword that made him bathe became a white flash and attacked Astra, and the black dragon fell to be pushed by the visible light. Directly beneath the giant awaits the great holes that Scion would have drilled, and when Astra is sucked into the ground, the sound of a grand fall rings around, and the trees and the earth shake greatly.

If we descended to the still rocking ground surrounded by the magic of the familiar spirits and wind magic blew up the soil smoke full of them, there would have been an earthy dome likely to be put in by a large adult and a black dragon buried underneath from his neck.

It was a tedious Scion that came out of a crumbling earthy dome with a sissy sound, and if you look around and find me, your ice blue eyes will dwell on swordswallowing colors.

"It's impossible to suddenly slap off a black dragon or something!? You're gonna kill me!

"You were ready."

"If you keep looking at me like that, you'll die in the aftermath! I'd be in trouble if I did get overhead, but I'll call you before I drop you or something more like this, you know!?

"Rafael and Albione were there, and if they couldn't move, I was planning on helping them. Well, Theon didn't think that was necessary, and he wouldn't have had a problem with it right now"

Or if you don't think so, you're letting the raider get away with it when you find out he's a dragon.

If I told Astra that out of the blue while alerting her not to move with her eyes closed, Sion, who seemed to still complain, said regrettably after biting the hack and air a few times with what a complicated look on his face. The words I spinned, thinking they would be effective for Zion, seemed as valid as I imagined, more importantly.

The ground wobble also subsided while we were talking, so if you move out to walk over to the side to Astra, who is closing his eyes with the majority of his giant immersed, Zion will also come back to hold Hulbert and get there.

A few steps forward by silencing Theon, who has such a convincing look on his face.

Lafar and Albione, coming down from the sky, opened their mouths one after the other as they stayed near my head.

"Elves and Leos are in the woods on the other side. The Chiefs were working together, and if anything happens, they came to me asking my people who were nearby to tell me."

"Oh. Thanks"

"Your husband! What are you going to do with that black dragon without stabbing him more than that? The dragons are sturdy, so we just need to keep them in captivity for now. '

Even though Albione, with his eyes slightly hoisted, recruits, tension fills the area, blocked by the ragged and rocky or something rolling sound he hears before he finishes saying everything. As soon as I saw Astra, an audio source, who was alert while holding the Holy Knife, also considering the possibility that she had not lost her willingness to fight, I accidentally had zero dry laughter.

You're too sturdy......

There is no noticeable trauma to the slowly woken giant, even though he said he was knocked off from considerable altitude, and all I can say is that black scales reflect lustrously moonlight.

Astra, who once again brought her sickle, stared down at us quietly, just the same as before, as the tumbling mass of dirt raised soot smoke.

But there is no sharpness in those eyes.

A pair of golden eyes, polished without clouds, reflect me.

The golden eyes, which increased the effect or radiance of the Holy Knife, were very beautiful and unintentionally fascinating, but yes, not long after, Astra's body lay down on the ground, shaking with a glare and roaring again. I don't know by the looks of it, but apparently the damage was decent. I can see him trembling slightly as he was trying to force his hands and feet, but he couldn't seem to get up, and Astra never moved while he fell in.

I didn't seem to be the only one who appeased to Astra like that, and I can hear her exhale howling from behind or overhead.

... Well, when it comes to no damage with that, I don't know how to fight it.

If I step out to Astra while I feel the tension between Zion and the others loosen slightly, I will put the Holy Knife in my sheath as I walk because I notice my golden eyes staring at me. I could hear Albione and Zion raising their voices of condemnation to blame for such actions, but I went ahead and stood in front of Astra.

If I get my braces thrown up at this moment right now, there's no way for me to prevent it.

"Why don't we talk a little bit? Astra."

The golden eyes swayed as he spoke to the place in formation, aware of the danger.

I wonder if Astra's eyes had lost their way or the color of the glitter that was floating around, and after I ran my gaze to Zion, Rafael or Albione, I stare at me again and silence myself to think of something. I'm not sure what his or the dragon country's purpose is, but now that he has failed to take the elf away, I guess he's desperate to figure out how to shake himself.

to be wrapped in pressing air without distracting from each other, often.

Astra hesitates to break the silence as she finally concludes.

"... if you want to discuss me, now is the time. As you can see, you can't move because you've been attacked by a holy weapon."

Astra observes me with an exploratory look, even though she says so, so it's obvious she doesn't mean it. Then he dared to admit to the fact that he was powerless and wanted to see how we came out. And if I'm not mistaken, isn't this also a payback to me for daring to stand on this occasion?

Then there's plenty of room to discuss it with Astra.

That's what I decided. I stare into the golden eyes waiting for answers and open my mouth.

"We want to stop the battle between Dragon Nation and Fortrace. If you're willing to cooperate, we can help you do the right thing."

Astra closed her eyes once to bite my suggestion like that.

And he slowly moved his neck vertically as he reflected me again in his clear golden eyes.

"- phase, okay"