'As long as you buy me time before the main unit passes, that's enough. As long as the main unit drops the dragon house, this war will end. On the surface, though.'

I know you're saying that not everything fits round with that by taking control of the Dragon House, but Setsuna didn't even care. That's what politicians do. Military personnel just have to keep their mouths shut and leave it to politicians. I even believed Leongand and his bellies should do well. It may not be as easy as Logner, but even so, it's not what Setuna thinks.

What Setuna should think about is the intent to lurk behind Ein's explanation. He says he doesn't need to defeat the dragon. In fact, I guess you're right. The purpose of this operation is to bring the seven thousand troops of the Gandhian army safely to the Dragon House.

To do this, the main unit has to pass the Dragon's range of attack, but by anchoring the Dragon's target to both Setuna and Quon, we're going to accomplish it. It was a forceful operation, but even though that forcefulness seemed to be Ayn.

The measures taken to attack Bahandar were also extremely drastic, as was the splitting operation carried out in the battle against the Milius, which was a powerful use of Setuna as a tool. That's why Miliu caught on and was able to break off the enemy's armed summoner.

"Don't you need to defeat me?"

Setuna snapped small.

This time, what do you think?

Does Ein really think so? Setuna doesn't know what's right or wrong as a tactic. That's all the operations commander has to think about. Setuna does what she is commanded to do, just that should do it. That's what the Lion's Tail was all about, and that's what Setuna expects me to do. If only it were a weapon of slaughter that would obey orders only with promises.

Serious thinking in the position of captain, but now that was supposed to be the right answer.

"But you want to take down the dragon, that's what I'm thinking"

Kuon's words may have indicated that he was listening, but Setuna didn't mind. It was more prerequisite to return the words to him.

"Well, yeah"

"You have something you can't help paying back. That's where it's dangerous and I can't watch it."

"Well, you've been watching."

"Well, yes. I didn't know what would happen if I took my eyes off you."

"Hinae."

That said, I didn't feel bad. If I had been myself before, I might have had a stuffy time with the discomfort. But not now. I could just afford to put it in my mouth and laugh it off.

Light space is looming to this day. Close at the time of the decision. No, the decision was made at all times. I'm thinking about how to approach the dragon and tap into the attack, Setuna. And that was the only artistic thing Setuna and Chaos Bringer could do.

"I'm sorry. But I didn't hate you like that."

To Quon's words, Setuna held her breath. My days with him only went through my brain for a moment. If Quon hated Setuna, he wouldn't have tried to stay with us all that much.

There are no lies in his words.

Always is. He always hits his heart. We're gonna have to avoid Setuna because he's gonna hit us with a straight ball, and a fastball. I can't take it or punch it back. And his mind, throwing a fastball, is so blind, he can't look directly at it.

"So I wonder what"

Too strong a light is nothing but pain.

"Huh?"

"Nothing. If I do, you can protect me with a shield. Falling to death doesn't mean anything to me."

"What do you mean?

When Quon asked, the military horse with the two on board went through the darkness of the woods. The green ceiling breaks and the sky spreads over your head. The cloudless blue sky and the blinding sunlight seemed to burn my sight. At the same time, we see the apex of the neck of the great dragon. Far above. Normal vision can't recognize it, but with the aid of black spears, it's easy.

The dragon's head, I haven't seen this one. Looks like we're looking south. Perhaps you are distracted by the main unit marching down the street. But that's just now, too. You must soon realize this one exists. Curiosity is now, only for this moment.

"Meaning as it is!

Setuna jumped off a military horse as she rose behind Quong. Return the cutting tip of the spear to the gap where the quon is distracted and cleave his left thigh. Bite your teeth into pain and heat and swirl the spear. Blood on the tip of my ear danced to my vision.

It was not Setuna's appearance that was reflected in every drop of red blood. I saw the head of the dragon. His vision is distorted and his whole body is imprisoned by the feeling of being crushed.

(Jumping -)

The next moment she thought her eyes turned black, Setsuna was looking at the face of the dragon. The sharp, angular head covered in a green outer shell and gemstone-like eyeballs impress.

Spatial metastasis by blood.

(Yay!

When he recognized his success, Setuna was squeezing a black spear with both hands. Shake it down. Excellent response. I didn't know if blood erupted from the dragon's eyeball. Only the feeling of cleavage remained engraved in his hand, however, he was drawn to gravity. There is no second spatial metastasis than not seeing blood. Fall.

altitude hundreds of meters above ground.

Normally, he would definitely fall to death, but it wouldn't even be a problem compared to the Bahandar descent. but attitude was attitude. With the spear swinging down in momentum, there is nothing we can do. Under my eyes, the forest is imminent. It falls to tear the atmosphere apart.

I heard the dragon scream. Big voice that shook the tree sea. The dragon's neck is shaking is in sight. A counterattack is coming. But Setuna was looking at the light in the forest beneath her eyes. The white light rushing through the narrows of the trees was the Shield of Messiah light. The ground approached us with tremendous momentum, but there was no fear. Instead, I felt reassured that I was being protected by something.

I clashed to the ground, but there was no pain. A torn thigh for a metastasis only complained of pain, and there was no impact from the fall.

Setuna peeled off her tenacious face on the ground realizing why Shield of Messiah was called an invincible shield. It tastes like dirt. Even if the impact of the fall can be prevented, there seems to be nothing we can do about the soil getting into our mouths.

(Then what is it?)

When I spit it out with my spit, I saw Quon rushing over. He held the shield with one arm while holding the reins. Maybe the pure white shield that draws the true circle doesn't have a handle, or even if it did, it's hard to hold it while manipulating the horse.

"Damn, you're so impotent."

But it worked.

"Sounds counterproductive, though?

Quon looked over his head laughing, so Setsuna also turned her gaze to you. A growl descended from far above, wondering if the neck of the great dragon was trembling. The outer skin that covered the dragon's neck peels off, and the loose darkness overflows from inside.

It's the same as the beaunel. The imitation of black spears has begun. But I can't say enough about imitation. It's a pervert to a dragon that doesn't resemble a black spear.

And that dragon of darkness was the very existence that named the black spear in Setuna's dream, and in that sense it was a imitation of the black spear.

I wonder if the dragon's neck is smaller than a circle, and it turns into a dragon with limbs. A pair of wings and two arms, two legs, countless eyes. Crimson double eyed. Black spear dragon.

It spread its wings over the sky, which may be described precisely as the very existence of a legendary dragon that stood at the apex of all things, and Setuna was in a sensation of trembling consciousness.