Different worlds of the last heaven and knights of the fist.

Half his age is thirty.

The man who turned out to be a rare transcendent and was asked by the state to help,

"If I and others can help you"

And obeyed pleasantly.

But the true value of the original stone is unknown.

Over time, the country - the royalty seeped a gradual rush.

Schmeratz ea. With a total population of only 50,000. Compared to the surrounding countries, the smaller countries are likely to fly the more they blow. History is shallow, too. It is also said that it has occurred in this green and fertile land that human beings who have come from around have come to live together with nature.

The inability to elucidate the details of Zostan Ladea, the first 'Penta' discovered in such a country.

That must also be a sign that his abilities were heterogeneous. At the same time, however, it had meant that the country's research capacity was low.

The royalty, unacceptable of that fact, took a leap forward and spent his financial resources analyzing Zostan's abilities. That's how the country inclined, albeit slowly, to be sure.

There can't be anything wrong with Zostan, but this serious man was drawn to the fact that the research was not going on and kept apologizing "sorry".

Time passes ruthlessly, and the gold disappears like hot water.

Is it also called paranoia?

How long has it been since a country called Schmeratz Eer fell to an already irreversible area? Even if Zostan's abilities are found and wealth is gained by its power, it cannot be rewound.

If only this research could work. If only we could figure out Zostan's abilities.

I keep following something that is neither such a dream nor an ambition, and everything is lost.

The old man, who was over seventy years old and was already unable to get up on his own,

"Sorry......"

And I kept apologizing.

- I'm sorry. Forgive me, or I'll crush the grain. I'm not questioning God... was it really 'Penta'?

- It would have been an easy life to get old with people's money.

From all over, I heard voices like that.

The only 'penta' in this small country still just kept apologizing for 'sorry'.

Peaceful spring day with pleasant wind stroking cheeks.

As Jindim approached the bed, the weaklying old man muttered, "I'm sorry."

I guess I didn't even know who they were anymore.

God's reward, or because I have touched death many times as a warrior?

That's it, I got a hunch.

I didn't have one illness, a magnificent man. After thirty halves, a man who renounced his life until then and just devoted himself to the cause of his country. He continued to take the initiative and collaborate in research, literally straining his body to come to the experiment as well.

Because of the peculiarities and busyness of being a 'penta', I never even had a home to the end.

"If it were for the good of the country," "if it were for everyone," that was the cliché. The man was ashamed of himself who was old enough to love the country, love the people, and not be able to contribute.

"Do you want something to eat?"

"Oh, oh... mine, whatever... More than that... research..."

"Let's take some time off from research. We need to get fit first."

"... sorry..."

More than anyone. The man, who must have loved the country more than Jindim, was about to disappear resentful of everything in the country.

"You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault. There can't be."

"… I………………………………"

Unusual during an unusual.

The man, who was' Penta 'but never even given two names, took his breath away without showing achievements in that way.

Said it was a diversion. The man, known in the public as' Sorry Uncle 'and others, has even been the object of mockery. It would also be a matter of time before rumors spread to other countries.

Who is the clown?

Where was a patriot like you?

"... uncle"

He was a sweet man.

Jindim, who lost her parents in the Divine Chant bomb Oracle Bomb when she was a child, also put her love like my son's.

In the near future, this country will crumble. Interpretation is a country in which elephants gathered to take shape. The royalty did not have the power to lead, nor to nurture, the scraps of fame.

Still, I love this land of greenery - my uncle's beloved country. Only in that footprint, which I have walked with my companions, have I not been wrong.

I won't let it end like this. I will bring you back to life.

Build strength first. And sooner or later, we'll see in return the countries that turned down the loan. The Principality of Risemary, the Bulkfort Empire and the Kingdom of Raindeer. Let me prove to you that they are nothing more than a backward country than my own.

Zindim gave two names to Zostan… to his uncle.

Far north. Old words that few will know, telling them that they were once used in the snowy land.

Publicly worthless, only Gindim gives with respect, two names: 'Saint of the Patriotic Land (Norstación)'.

Dark night when the giant moon was no longer present.

But a part of it was dazzling and fantastically illuminated by the thin lights that danced as much as powdered snow.

Clearly brilliant and clear fountain. An old giant tree flapping beside it. Grasshopper swinging plains. Even on nights when there is no moon, all of it can be seen.

…………

The girl, who had kept herself in a chair placed near the fountain, slowly opened her eyes to wake up. Shake off the long dark hair slightly and get up in slow motion.

She caught a glimpse of the man's memory from her mood swings, without achieving the main purpose. And more importantly, it looked clear.

The story has a protagonist, a sidekick, a villain.

But if you try to hit the spot, you should be the main character.

Everyone should have a story.

That's the story of a man named Jindim Tolstoy who was the star.

Schmelatz EAR should have diagnosed cooperation with other countries at an earlier stage.

'Penta' was first found. As a result of my willingness to study it in my own country alone, I ended up leaving nothing behind. I've made Zostan a pioneer.

From the beginning, we will push what should be a collaborative study, on its own, and in the end, "I want you to lend me money because I couldn't".

Jindim resented that other countries turned down loans, but that's a good story about bugs.

I guess there was no better way to fight him than it was most national policy.

But maybe that's something you can say because you're the one who just bystands the results from the overlook. Because if everyone can choose the best way to make an impending choice every time, they won't have a hard time.

Even myself. I repeat this in order not to miss the best choice......

But nevertheless, what tragedy could it be, such as the country's demise for 'Penta'? To be honest with you if you mention these stories, it's hard to tell.

"Penta," it's just...

"... even though it's not too much"

The girl sighs and looks up at the night sky.

It became the moon and day of Xingliao's "Shiryu".

If things were proceeding as chanted, Norstación would be devastated and Arima Current Protection would be withholding his appointment as a soldier. A fourth person, Leafia Windfall, would also have awakened the power of sleeping.

I've been diving in a few times since then, but I couldn't get the information I thought I would.

We still have time.

We shouldn't be in a hurry, we should move on to the tunnel.

... To be honest, I still don't really want to peek into events, history, etc. I can draw attention to it.

"Are you still awake?"

My brother peered into my face from the old cabin behind me, letting the door slip off even now.

Brown hair stretched to shoulders. Glowing blue eyes inside the double eyelids. He would be around twenty years old by the looks of it. It has a freezing aesthetic shape, but it constantly wraps up some unreliable atmosphere.

The girl pessimises that it is a privileged appearance very different from herself, which can only be good as plain. Although it is obvious because the race is different.

"Why don't you get some rest?

Neither does that kind of brother look like he's ever been asleep.

"My brother. You're not sleeping, are you? What have you been up to?

"No, I've been taking care of my sword for a long time... hey, it doesn't look like I can do it. This needs to be seen by a decent expert."

"Hehe. What if I remember the blacksmith too?

Time is like a mountain.

Besides, if my brother goes out to the city to fix his sword, I'll still miss him in the meantime.

"Ha. But blacksmiths are the way of craftsmen too... they're tough for my self-study. I think I have to be a mentor, but I don't think it's going to be a few years. In the meantime, can you wait alone?

"Uh...,"

Years and so on, not many years. Still, unless it's about my brother. There's no way I can wait.

I mean, my brother understands that he doesn't try to learn to blacksmith to keep himself from being lonely, and his love has grown all the way up.

"... light, you're getting stronger"

With a loud voice, my brother sings zero.

Dancing around, a powdered snowy light. Mainly on moonless nights, 'they' blink their bodies like they do instead. As if to complain about your own existence.

"I don't know if it's time to change this place."

"... yeah"

To his brother's words, the girl hammered small.

Some fantastic fountain and a big tree standing beside it. A grassy meadow that lasts everywhere. It was my favorite place, but I can't help it all.

He was my brother looking at such a landscape, but as I recall, he checks his pocket watch and asks.

"Has the moon changed yet...... Where are your shields?

"... Um... I'm not sorry. I haven't seen it..."

The girl replied tending to sink. My brother laughs, not blaming it.

"I guess we don't have to worry. More than being chanted. Above all, Shiatsu is a rare 'seriously ill'. But... are you forbidden to be alarmed? This is the second person I finally found. We need to raise them."

My brother's grin distorted me into a sense of self-derision.

"I dedicate him... to that monster, until that day"

As I plead, the girl denies it.

"... let's not. Dedicated, I can't believe it..."

"Facts. What we're doing is no different than what a cult is offering."

Still, and the light of determination shines in my brother's eyes.

"If you don't - everything will be ruined"

Exhaling loudly, my brother returns to his usual soft atmosphere.

"Well. Then I'll have to go ask for sword care soon... can I leave a message? Mr. Ish Marni."

"... I can leave a message. I mean, stop calling me that name."

Goddess of the night widely conveyed in this world. The girl, called by that name, swells her cheeks in dissatisfaction.

"Ha, sorry. Well, we have to be prepared. Various."

My brother went back inside the cabin to escape.

The girl left looks up at the night sky.

I recall.

That must be a page of epics or something to be described.

A faintly visible string. Chanted fragments.

Future events, surely to come.

'- Thus. By the hand of those who call themselves Granshua, the Kingdom of Raindeer is -'

Granshua.

".................. Kinzor Granshua...... ugh"

I get revulsion.

Now I have a glimpse of the man's 'origins' - no, I can't forget the moment he 'looked' at me.

I want to kill you with this hand. Such crumbs. With my power, I could turn them into meat chunks in an instant.

Eating up her teeth, the girl swallowed her anger.

The evil thing is, I'm sure we do the same thing.

The girl returns her heel.

Time to get some rest.

- I'm sorry.

That's for them I've never even met.

Words of penance, to those who are about to die.