"Er... what is the story?"
Immediately after the first expedition to Bobo was decided and the venue was dissolved.
The drift shelter was stopped by King Aldia, who was alone during his idleness. The space where more than ten people have gathered until now suddenly feels wider.
"Mm-hmm. Sorry about all the suddenness this time."
"No......"
"It's my grief, and honestly," Silver Legion Squad "Silverios" has been put into cancer... there have been more reports of assaults and demons here. I'm full of crusades over there. Dermie and Tailvid are skillful. There shouldn't be a shortage. "
"I see..."
"Knock it off. You can say it a little more easily. You're gonna make me wait till evening, or it's gonna be too soon in ten days."
"No, well... there will be a lot of things..."
Indeed, as an individual in exile, it seems abrupt. But.
The Holy Queen and Amanda returned, received an immediate report, and selected the appropriate personnel and associates to enter the original Bobo from its contents. And actually gather our people. If this is all the process, it will be natural in the evening.
If you thought about the original Bobo characteristics of appearing or disappearing after ten days, wouldn't it be a long time? According to Amanda's story, it was far southwest of Raindeer that the matter was discovered. He said it would take as little as five whole days to get there. It's in the country, but it's further than going to the neighboring Lefe.
Even on this date, it's actually more than two weeks away from now. It is not unlikely that the original bob will disappear in the meantime. Dr. Locke's prediction is that it doesn't seem to be a problem.
Either way - the drift guards who continued to serve as soldiers were able to think that way as well.
So, the king cuts out emotionally.
"Aldia... that's my name. In an old language, Arcadia... Arcadia, or something. The word" ideal home "is the source of the story. You don't look good."
Laughing uncommonly and mocking, looking out the window.
"Maybe it was destiny. I want to create the ideal world."
"... oh,"
King, trying to call me, I caught words in my throat.
Large and wide, King Aldia's back. Because it felt terribly far and far away.
It's like this person is trying to get somewhere out of reach - somewhere he shouldn't go.
Seeking a place that isn't even ideal, it's going to disappear as it is.
"Hey, that sounds good, but I'm finally racking up! Ha ha ha ha! I've heard a lot of specific ideas from Rockwave, and I think I'm going to be a bad person and I'm going to be able to do a lot of useful stuff! But it's awesome, what's his idea!
"..., ha"
It would be worrying.
He is a king like a mass of beings.
It's like a person who has nothing to do with the expression that it's going to disappear.
"Yeah, yeah, see you. I'm talking about the guerrillas who served as your lord's predecessor."
I thought you meant the assignment, so I was stuck.
His name is Lessia Will. I have heard from the young people, beginning with Claria, that she was a trusted woman, a very competent figure, but was discovered to have been a spy for an organization and was somehow solemnized. There are only a handful of people who know that fact, and not even Belgrette or Crearia knows the truth about it.
Stream protection is a fold invited by the guerrillas, heard that way by King Ardia himself.
"Actually. More than half of what I told you before is a lie. I'm sorry."
"What, lie? Liar!?
I accidentally flipped my voice.
"Lies, why are you lying like that..."
"There are so many complicated reasons. That's because it was Lessia's will... is that too good a story for a bug"
"? Will, is it? Er... I don't know what it is anymore..."
"Let's talk in order."
Wet his throat, the king accidentally became serious - a nostalgic, grieving face.
"How many years ago was it? It was just... it was the season."
At that time, fortunately - without having to organize a survey group like the White Eagles, the original Bo was confirmed relatively close to a city.
Not so far from Wang Du, you can also use the city as a base for exploration. It was a rare favorable condition to see.
King Aldia, like this one, promptly selects personnel. Ready to head to the land.
"All I have to do is go... but Lessia's guy hasn't started screwing around."
In a tone that speaks of a daughter in hand, the king grins sadly.
- That night. When she was told to go to the land, she leapt and denied.
That's all, just over there, that we shouldn't step in.
Reasons to reject the original bob so far. No matter how many questions he asked on that point, he said he had not returned a decent answer and that the conversation was no longer in place.
"That's how he... turned his sword on me"
"Nah..."
I can still tell by the shallow drift protection.
How great was the act of pointing a sword at the king of one kingdom? You shouldn't be able to complain if they snap your neck on the spot.
What the hell happened to Lessia Will?
It was a situation where you didn't know everything, but one thing's for sure.
"That guy then, obviously..."
Even if this king is rare, he obscures beyond. Maybe you don't want to admit it.
But from the flow of the conversation, it was easy to see.
(Lessia Will was... not decent then...)
That's how she attacked King Aldia.
"Absolutely... you know, horses"
……
I've never seen drift protection before. It's like repentance from the bottom of your heart. Like you're in tears, this king's face.
The king said, "Let's get Lessia."
"Let me add that there is no misunderstanding. It wasn't your majesty who killed Lessia."
It's like I read my mind - the voice of a third party that suddenly broke in. The drift protection was about to jump up in surprise.
If you turn to the source of your voice in a hurry,
……
Behind the room. There was a man sitting on the back of a wall.
Quite skinny, whose upper back would be about one hundred and ninety centimeters? The outfit looks like plain clothes at first glance, but both top and bottom are black. Then he hid his face with a mask of the same colour, as if a shadow stretching out onto the ground had been upright.
Long silver hair sticks out of the gap in the cloth wrapped around his head. From the only exposed eye area in his face, there was a peek of green eyes in the back of a sharp and straight double eyelid, and he could imagine that his face was quite beautiful. Is he in his twenties or so to see from his complexion and voice?
"So, who...?
"Damn. I told you to come out, Gilbert..."
The king scratches his head with a sigh. From the line, it looks like you knew this person was there.
The man, shaded in shades and signs, drips his head gently toward the drift shelter.
"I'll see you first, Lord Paradel. My name is Gilbert Schroyk and I will be serving as one of the Silver Legion Troops Silvalios to provide personal security for dignitaries and as a Snake. After that, I want you to know me."
The guerrilla boy breathes in a daze.
"Snake Role". As a soldier, he began reading books to gain various knowledge, and Lifeguard knew what the word meant. It's a hidden word used in Raindeer, meaning - assassin.
Surprised by the Dark One who suddenly appeared, Lifeguard painstakingly returns the word.
"Thank you for your kindness... How long have you been there..."
I didn't have to check carefully, and between the idleness there were only two people, Liquid Protection and King Aldia. There is only one door closed, and if someone comes in, I notice no.
There is no place for people to hide because there is no such thing as conditioning and only a large round table sits in the center of the room with Den.
That's why...
"Since when, if you ask… from the beginning, there's nothing more to it than to say"
"The first... Huh?
"Yes, I was here long before the guerrilla lord came to this room. Earlier meetings were also listened to on this occasion. - In this way."
Is it quick? Gilbert's figure diminishes slightly and disappears completely in seconds or so.
"Kid, disappeared...?
The moment I thought so, Pa and that black figure appeared.
"Wow!
"Because this is my power."
…………
Yabe, this is a ninja. There are ninjas. The quiet position and the black clothes already look like ninjas. You'll definitely throw a backhand sword or something, this guy.
etc., and was an unintentionally exciting boy.
Were the Bellettes and Latias nevertheless aware that there was this person? In the first place, on what principle are they disappearing or coming out?
The conversation progresses even while Lifeguard thinks a lot about it.
"Using this power... I stabbed Lessia from behind. Because that's what Snake does."
"It's Gilbert..."
To the bitterly named king, the assassin turns his neat eye.
"Your Majesty. Please don't try to carry everything by yourself. Above all, we should explain it correctly in order not to distrust the guerrilla lord."
"Uh... what do you mean, huh?
"Haven't you heard what I said earlier and guerrilla lords thought of you? 'His majesty returned the attack on Lessia'. And neither did His Majesty intend to refer in detail to that point"
You were right. Gilbert broke in exactly the moment he thought so.
"Your Majesty has long tried to take on the unpleasant part for himself. And pretend that you're responsible for everything about Lessia."
"Damn, Bella, I'm talking. They said to me face to face, what am I supposed to do? That's awkward."
"I hope you're honest with me."
"... tart"
Rarely, this king became silent with a sinister face.
Gilbert continues to talk pale, as he serves in his place.
"- At that time. I watched His Majesty's interaction with Lessia statically as he disappeared… I decided that there was no longer any respite and attacked Lessia from behind. But she also sounded like a rehearsal. I was instantly noticed and about to be flaunted… for me, fortunately - should I say? Her wounds, engraved by a hard blow, were deadly."
As a result, I gave her time to leave a will.
The ground in the courtyard was turned into muddy by the heavy rain that kept falling.
That's how he rolls into the puddle where he was born, like Lessia was struck down.
"Lessia......!
The king rushed over to hold her with his thick arms, not tired of getting dirty. The lying guerrilla woman spits out her pretenses and a chunk of blood.
"…, …………… hey, or…"
With a faint voice, as she squeezes out life itself - she whispers.
"... Lessia, Lord"
…… This, is... "
The king and the assassin were groaning at the same time, indefinitely.
Struck by rain. Dirt on mud. Wet in blood. Embrace me in the arm.
The color of death darkened, that look on Lessia's face.
Still - her face I see up close, her eyes, they live in the same atmosphere as usual.
At this time, they had no basis - but they had the exact same idea.
Lessia.
"Back to normal," he said.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey... sorry, hey, hey"
"Don't talk. Stop the blood. Stay still."
It was an unKing-like behavior that would make a sober decision.
It won't help.
Knowing that, he chops the hem of his cloak and pushes it against Lessia's chest wound.
"You know what? Gilbert..., Disgusting Role, Oi, On..."
"... stupid! Lessia, what the hell are you...!?
Standing up, the assassin who laid down his hand called out like a child.
I had to make up my mind, executed it with the thought of bitter juice, said it should have been my companion's solemn purity -.
"I don't know, I don't..., myself, but. How could the original... Bobo..."
"I understand now. Don't talk."
"How, how, how, how, how, how"
"I say don't talk. Listen to your uncle, you horse."
"... my, was... an insider, and... cut, did, did"
Until the end of the period, Lessia turned her attention.
A leopard guerrilla stripped the king of his teeth. But during his death, he regained his sanity. I don't know anything else.
Content that gets too little guidelines to publish. But it is also true that there is nothing else to say.
So don't let your surroundings get confused by your own death.
The Clarians, too, will not have to spare their death if they find out that Lessia was the bad guy. I don't believe in it for a moment, I may be able to fall into mourning, but that feeling should eventually turn into anger and hatred. It shouldn't be like being dragged off forever into your own death. You'll forget about the damned traitor woman, etc.
That's how, for the king's sake - for everyone's sake, he's about to take on a dirty role and die.
"Don't be ridiculous, stupid girl. You think I'm gonna let that happen...!
The king, who has given up the wound treatment, holds the shoulder of Lessia strong... As if to give her to Reaper.
"Heh... or... is..."
And Lessia smiled weakly.
"Teasing......, so shank-"
"That was her last word."
Gilbert tightened quietly,
"Six months after that, the original bob disappeared without ever leaving. This rediscovery leads to a wacko."
That's what the king supplemented.
…………
Exodus is speechless.
That's - the truth about the former guerrillas.
What was once heard by King Aldia was exactly what that Lessia left behind as testamentary. Talk about being discovered to have been some spy and cut off.
What the Clarians know is that King Aldia cut her off for trying to escape her harsh duties, a fabrication. Just asking a little bit, I don't think the king is ruthless, 800 lies to keep Lessia from being a one-sided bad guy.
"I'm sorry, it's Lugo. I really wanted to draw you in. I could move freely... then I wanted a force that was powerful enough to get me to the original Bo, and never to be exported by the nobles. I don't know if Claire and the others know the story. I don't know if she's wrong, but she let me use Lessia's will as it is. That's wacky. I don't know if you're mad at him for" Ratesheor "in heaven."
monologue, as King Aldia conceived.
"... well, it's true that this just made my shoulders a little lighter. Finally, I can tell you the truth."
I was looking up at the ceiling exaggerating and scratching my head, but I could see it was trying to distract me.
Looking at the Lord like that, Gilbert quietly opens his mouth.
"One day...... I just hope that Claria and the others will have a day where they can tell the truth. Lessia's... in honor."
The assassin closed his eyes as he prayed silently.
From what I've heard so far, it seems Gilbert and Lessia have been in a friendly relationship. I had to bury her with my own hands. How about that chest?
"... Nevertheless... that, to Mr. Lessia, what..."
Person that he was the same guerrilla as himself. I felt like I didn't seem like any other HR, and Lifeguard was squealing unexpectedly.
"That's what it is. It really feels like a first, but there's a hypothesis."
The boy breathes unexpectedly as he asks himself. Somehow, I thought those parts were still unclear.
"It's more of a lugo. Listen to me now and remember something."
"Huh?"
Nothing to recall, it's the first story of a former guerrilla for a drift shelter.
"Don't you think they look alike? King's capital terrorism that happened a while ago. of Norstación... when Diemardo changed his leopard."
"Ah......!
Lifeguard was raising his voice.
Three months now and a little while ago. There was a case of a group named Norstación occupying the museum and standing around against King Aldia and the soldiers. It is also an event that has become a cut off for Stream Protection's determination to become a guerrilla soldier.
At that time he played a death fight with the king, a wind fist named Diemald who was defeated. The man, who was supposed to have been so badly wounded that he could no longer move, suddenly rose, leopardized, and ravaged and went mad against his opponent, King Aldia. The cause of this...
"... Mr. Lessia was being manipulated by someone...?
In response to that anticipation that the drift shield had spoken of, Gilbert returned a bad toothless response as he nodded.
"Sure, it was the only leopard I could think of. … but Lessia is the magician Magee of the incomparable manoeuvres. So much for her..."
For example, if there existed a certain word - "Oracle", a divine chant that was set up so that the word "original Bo" would be the key and change Lessia. She did say she tended to avoid the original Bobo topic from the beginning of becoming a guerrilla.
But still, it's not the same technique that used to manipulate unconscious humans while zombies, like the previous Dimaldo.
Gilbert says it's too unrealistic to have a clearly conscious person - a technique that also transforms a good chanteer like Lessia, Magee, like someone else. In Dr. Locke's view, it is also enough to say no to "impossible" at this stage. What kind of technique suddenly changes a normal human being like that?
For example, Dean Nastadio's hallucinogenic technique seems to allow him to do something similar, but the technique is meant to flow false information into the other's brain and confuse him. Planted humans are merely being shown false scenarios conceived by the Dean of the Academy, which makes them a bar on the spot if viewed from the side.
Lessia did recognise King Aldia and was attacked. He is reacting to the impending Gilbert's murder blade from behind. Sen., who had been shown hallucinations, is unlikely, he concludes.
"As for myself... honestly, I don't even think such a place is possible... 'Penta'"
"I totally agree with you on that. - But"
The sighed king speaks the hypothesis.
"Assuming... that's how he manipulated Lessia..."
"Kill"
".................. ugh"
It was the first time since I came to this world.
Arishi shield. It wasn't a monster like a grudge demon, it was in front of a human being - that I felt a frightening force.
We fought, you can call it.
"I don't know how powerful a user would be. Find it - make sure you smash it with this hand."
"... oh, my God"
Its quiet anger is also a moment. Returning to his usual atmosphere, King Aldia looks out the window smiling at himself.
"Well, there's a trick around there, actually, if you go into the first one, you might know what it is."
He then shifted his gaze to the face of the drift shield.
"... sorry, Lugo. If it's true, I'm going out on my own feet..."
Original Bob. An untouched land where you don't even know what awaits you.
No matter how King Aldia is a free man, he just can't go to such a dangerous place. No matter how much he wants, all this should stop with his surroundings desperate.
"... before I became a guerrilla... the King said 'dream' was about this, right?"
"Oh. It seems long and short...... no, I knew it was long"
Scratching his head in illumination, the giant king looks far out the window.
Once upon a time, the word the king unleashed to draw in the drift protection.
"I have a dream. We need strong force to reach that dream. '
"If it's you - this time, I think I'm going back"
If this mission succeeds. If we succeed in developing sealing tools using the high-purity soul and mind power Prarna.
This world will undoubtedly make dramatic changes.
More convenient, safer.
Do you want to take big or small? It doesn't matter how big or small they are, they're both important things. But in that situation, I take big without hesitation.
The kind of world where King Ardia, who is sometimes afraid to make ruthless decisions like that, doesn't have to cut off the little ones.
Maybe that's where the world is coming from right now.
After during the idleness.
Only ten days until the departure of the Second White Eagles, including the Refuge.
Until that day, no matter how much time we have, it shouldn't be enough. The guerrillas and assassins quietly dropped off the back of the giant king as he pulled up to his chambers to prepare for the expedition.
'The time is ripe... let's say when we decide we should speak to the Lord.... but you're more concerned, aren't you?
Stream protection decided to become a guerrilla, that night. That promise was honored by the king in discipline.
In other words, the occasion has come.
"... the guerrilla hall"
An assassin in black turned to shelter.
"The original Bobo... His Majesty's grief since then. Please, I'd like your help."
"Ah, yes..."
"I am... one who puts himself in a dirty job. A being who can only kill people. I can't help you with your grief."
While pale, it was a seeping monologue of remorse.
"This time… the discovered Bo was Lubiltri because it may be the first and last opportunity"
"What... does that mean?
"Rubiltori is more tranquil in its terrain than any other place that has been observed in the past. This means that no other land is easier to explore. There's probably nowhere else to send in a big carriage or a large unit of over seventy."
"I see..."
This was the most successful opportunity.
"His Majesty also looked more deeply into Bo than he did when he was in Lessia. Now, you'll be all set. Thank you very much."
"... uh... I don't know what's waiting for me, and I can't even say that I'll ever succeed... but I'll let you do whatever I can"
If he conveyed his determination to do so, Gilbert satisfactorily broke his eyes.
"Just those words...... thank you. So, I'm on this."
Gilbert with his head down fades softly. The figure of the assassin, who turns his heel and leaves, becomes a little more transparent - eventually disappearing.
But I could somehow grasp his signs going away because I witnessed the process nearby. I can feel the air around him distorted either without a heart or away. Even if it's invisible, it's definitely walking there.
Gilbert said it was unlikely that he would manipulate Lessia, but it's also unlikely that there would be enough places where he would be transparent if he tried to be a drift shield.
(Even so... you seemed like a kind person)
I tend to imagine a really ruthless killer when it comes to assassins, but I was felt by someone with a very calm personality. If you think about it, that Diegos and Ladeil are assassins, too. You can't judge people by their roles, I guess.
(hmmm... rather, that...)
I think of the faces of Silver Legion Squad Silvalios that I have come across.
Latias, an unfathomable and disgusting captain, Kelisdel, a powerful female knight like Medusa, Kesh, who stands out for his weak and unnatural attitude towards women when he does it, Oretta, who is s keen for his tender appearance, etc.
At the moment, Gilbert was the boy I thought might be the most decent person in that unit...... etc.