I killed him.
I killed countless people. Tired of having small, irresistible opponents, target larger animals.
…… ――……
Big letters on cracked cobblestones, staring at the gray sky.
Rising to the consciousness of a monotra that is still likely to cut off - is the first person who has fought back against it, whereas it was supposed to have been a unilateral execution.
(…… -, dog…)
Yes. That was a small, thin, dirty bastard like you would see in any alley.
But with definite fangs, a counterpart with the potential to be an 'enemy' rather than a 'victim', who hosted a rebellious will. I don't care if it bites you,
(... madness, dog...)
Such a call is worthy of existence.
A shadow shadows the sight of a sumptuous monotra.
"... wow... it's over, nasbi bastard..."
I'm going to look down at that. Same as then...... same as that dog, shitty shining beast eyes. The whole body is no longer bloody, the thinner it is, the worn out it is, and only the eyes are full of vitality. It bites me, no matter what.
"My winner..."
Such a 'mad dog' speaks out.
"..., fu..."
Don't be ridiculous. I didn't lose. This is who I am... the dog can't do this to me.
Trying to put it back, the groan coming out of Monotra's throat never took the form of words.
(.............................................................................................................................................)
I won't admit it. It's not defeat or anything.
This is an accident.
A rash of idiots who don't think about the later.
The weak man, who realized that he was going to lose anyway as it was - reopened and just tried to get himself involved in a suicide bombing.
I'm extremely angry that the other person is up first, even though I can't move, for whatever reason.
(... oh,... give me some)
But it's not over yet.
I am fortunate that I fell out of my head and didn't die instantly.
Just a little. As long as you can move your fingertips, you can use 'that' to recover -
"... that's all I've got left to say... but it's going to work."
It was such a blur of a mad dog that stopped Monotra from thinking.
"Oh, what, that unexpected twat?"
Naturally.
"I braced my stomach that this was all I had". "It worked".
Such a line is not worthy of a helpless penetration. If you have a rash, you will not come out.
"... I'll go out of my way to explain it to Temei. I don't know..."
Pep, spitting red, the mad dog abandoned him with an even less intriguing face.
"Anyway, that was the plan, you nasby bastard"
"-... ugh,"
Edvin stomped hard on both feet to support his body, which was likely to be overthrown.
(hehe... as planned, huh)
I mock myself in the chest for the lines I let go of my strength.
Assault tantamount to suicide, even hesitant to call it a crossing. There are holes everywhere.
First of all, it wasn't necessarily that Monotra would definitely be using handshots as she exposed herself and penetrated.
In the first place, it is possible for this man to defeat Edvin sufficiently with his bare hands.
If it had been dealt with calmly in combat, it would have ended there.
To reduce that possibility at all - the melee brought up a hand axe to make people think there could be an 'accident' in case, and to make them take a safety precaution called a handshot.
As a result, indeed, as thought, Monotra has responded with sniping by its small cannons.
At that moment...... it was good until I managed to outrun three bullets and jumped them into their nostalgia. Shortly afterwards, however, Edvin realizes that the measure failed.
(Um, I've never seen - The Sword of Light...)
It's frightening in retrospect.
A long, white-flashed sword that emits a brilliant glow that won't shine at all. A blade of light that is too inorganic for things like the vitality and dynamism of surgery. Digos smells similar objects in the divine chant Oracle, but again, no. On second thought, I also think I heard that the disqualified from the Heavenly Boom Feast had other unusual weapons. I was completely oblivious.
Monotra waved it as if she was in no hurry, waiting.
A dazzling light broke out, and Edvin realized that he had misread - prepared to defeat, to die.
He said it still didn't work like Bellette or drift protection. He said that his superficial wisdom was to this extent.
In fact, it should have been over. I tried to avoid it, but my body didn't follow my intentions.
but
(... I'm so tired... I'm so worn out)
I'm not talking about myself.
It will never be cheap, you can see what previous owners wore dearly, brown top.
"It belongs to my father... and no one wears it anymore"
"I think he'd be happy to wear it to his daughter's benefactor"
The fact that it is the shape of the Lord of the family is such that I am now sorry for the mother and daughter who gave it to me.
(But... thanks for the help)
Grip the sleeve in.
Without a doubt, this coat greatly weakened the power of the light blade.
(... thanks)
Thanks to you, they saved my life.
And I could win.
……
Its opponent, finally defeated - Monotra, is repeatedly breathing rough, while remaining a large letter on crushed cobblestones. You shouldn't even be able to move for the time being.
If you're thinking about your safety, you should stab a stop now, but of course you're not.
This man is a mysterious Orchester officer. If it can be secured, it will be a major source of information.
(... I...,)
Now, Edvin's chest is filled with real feelings.
Defeated the users of the back society. The danger that was about to be posed to Belgrette could not have been eliminated. Probably preceded by drift protection and sabel, we were able to hold back valuable sources.
(Hehe, hehe... Then I said it would be great, so would I.)
Transfer your gaze to the quiet streets with a definite sense of satisfaction.
Despite all that noise from the fall from above, people never show up from the surrounding houses. This is for the Holy Ceremony "Palezza" and I'm away.
"Ku......, hu,"
Speaking of reading off, one more thing.
Intense pain emanating from the left shoulder, left side head.
Shortly before he clashed to the ground, he shot off a fireball in the form of a push into its belly in order to slap Monotra harder. Edvin himself was meant to emerge from the recoil of the firing, alleviating the impact of the fall, but eventually became the feather of being struck by the cobblestone without being able to receive it.
(... no... just not dead, enough...)
Edvin looks up at his falling high ground and rethinks. The walls stretched toward the cloudy sky were frightening heights.
If it's Bellette or Lenore, it's not even this cliff. It will skillfully use the Divine Chant "Oracle" and land at risk. Unstudied and immature 'mad dogs' don't have all that skill...
"……………………………"
Thoughts were inadvertently interrupted.
I diligently connect and stop my consciousness, which is likely to cause me to let go.
You can't still fall asleep. If you're a wild horse who's been hearing noise, you can let ex-post processing like arranging soldiers and therapists get you lost.
(I need to be nervous... just a little more...!
I have no choice but to do it with my own hands than to be alone with my enemies who have exhausted themselves.
First, restraint. Your right elbow is deformed and your left shoulder doesn't move, but you can't leak a cry. It would be better than a falling and immobile mono tiger.
…… Ku..................... "
Taking a step forward, Edvin finally realizes. My body is heavier than I expected. Though he lived a constant day of dawn, death and injury to a fight, he had never suffered such injuries before.
Somehow I dragged my leg and headed under the mono tiger, which was still stretched out to the big letters,
"Come on, you're kidding. How dare you fall down? It's a monotra."
What I heard from behind - comfortable in my ears, a woman's voice. Words that are unproductive.
"-"
Edvin looked back as if he had been called by his own name.
A path extending into a quiet residential area, coming in a grand foothold through its center -, one girl.
Black glasses that cover the upper half of the facial area. A number of ornaments worn. Hair fastening imitating butterflies, red ear decoration "Ear Cuffs" dripping from both ears, silver necklace, gold bracelet "Anklet" on the anklet. A bell hangs on all of it.
I recognize that figure, which should also be described as the 'Bell Woman'.
…………
Another orchester. Back a dozen minutes ago, the beginning of the first thing. I was interested in standing up with Monotra on the corner, who I was dealing with.
(Damn... you...!
Nothing. I guess he noticed the falling noise and came. He just didn't come during the battle, he might even be a survivor. but
(... Ha ha... not very...)
Edvin doesn't have the strength to fight anymore. I got everything out. I didn't even feel like being strong.
The opponent is a city girl who seems to be everywhere at first glance, but it is obvious that she is not.
(... one shot, okay...)
Don't think about fighting, knocking them down, etc. I squeezed my last force and dazzled, escaping into that gap.
That's all I have left, I'll break it off. Securing Monotra would fail, but there was no other way left.
"Could you have fucked me? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh! Pull! Pull! Hyahahahahahahahahaha, no funny! Don't be like you. - Tell the others to do it."
When a woman laughs holding her belly unsuitable for her beautiful appearance, a decorated bell across her body echoes as chillin 'chillin'.
"Ha..., laughed, laughed"
Finally a woman takes a breath, walks unconstitutionally. The gaze is covered and hidden by black glasses, with no peeking at all. Is it the fallen ally, Monotra, or the defeated enemy, Edvin, whose eyes are behind it?
……
It gets clogged in time with Edvin just standing up.
I can't even get up anymore. If it were to continue to be attacked, it would have been a situation where it would have been done without the art of exchange.
"Hey, stand up, Mr. Monotra."
- And the woman barely walked beside Edvin as if on guard, and stopped under her fallen companion.
……
hindsight of it. To Edvin's thought, who saw the graceful way to walk,
(This woman...? Somewhere......)
Strange visibility.
Injury and confusion. I can't work my head off. Consciousness seems to be interrupting. The exterior is beautiful, but I've never met such a nasty woman. I guess it's my fault.
(... keh, it's more than that...)
with a faint sweet aroma and a small bell sound.
(Ha... I am now...!
Looking behind the woman, Edvin laughed all over his chest.
All things have something called 'flow' or 'momentum'.
Whatever you do, it works. Or vice versa. God's whim or prank, there are days and times like that all the time.
(Now, I...)
Defeated Orchester's assassin. I was able to protect Belgrette.
(Ah, that's right... think about it...)
If I went back, I would have liked to wake up, and I was able to get a complimentary "free" for a fine lunch like you wouldn't normally see. I don't even have to think about my current 'flow' being 'which' etc......
"Oh, I'll ask you if you have a will ~? Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah
A woman with a toe poking at the head of a lying mono tiger.... its hindsight is indefensible and extreme.
(I am now... I don't know...)
It was defenseless and barebacked, but it wasn't attacked. My luck is right. That's the day.
Escape. Glare. Accidental strike.
Whatever it is, won't it succeed if we do it?
(hehe, hehe)
I'm not about to get rid of my predicament. Can we beat this other one, too, and get a big handle on it?
This woman is completely alarmed right now. I'm sure he doesn't think it's enough to take a dying enemy or something.
(Congratulations, asshole. That's...)
Lifesaving. 'Mad Dog' doesn't condone the fact that the other person would be a woman. It doesn't matter if you turn your back on this one. I know it's an enemy, so if you knock it down, I'm sure...
Maybe that was a beastly instinct.
Someone who shows his back and is alarmed. There are too many raving dogs trying to stick their fangs out on that prey, which is too defenseless.
All remaining forces are mobilized and concentrated on the exhausted left hand.
(Scared shitless, I am today...! I'm so glad you're such an asshole.
One shot. Just one shot. Hit him in the back with that luxury, and...
"Azure Ant," Soussairi, "you know?
It was sudden.
A woman who was behaving as if she wasn't in sight, such as Edvin's presence, suddenly turned to Kurli and threw such an inquiry.
".................. ah?
When it came to the person being asked, it was all too abrupt to give it back that way.
"The habitat is the central part of the continent. So when you become an individual, you grow up to three centers. They are powerful and fierce in character, and sometimes they hunt the locust Batta alone. No enemies in the ants.... but oh, you think?
The woman, laughing ridiculously, stepped on the bottom of her heel, cobbling.
"No matter how strong it is, it's an ant. If you crush it a little, that's it. You can't beat a human if you stand upside down."
She was a bell woman who thought she'd started talking without context, but there she finally reaches the core.
"I'm talking about that's the only difference between Atai and Temehe. Whatever ants do, it's no use. Don't start chanting, you curly piece of shit."
……
- It was being read.
Intention, as well as being in preparation for the attack technique.
But it doesn't change what Edvin Gaul does. Take him down, run away. Which way, if you don't take action, you're just gonna die.
Above all,
"Ha... give it a try, asshole...!
The attribute of the flame of birth, as it were.
The battle thought of the exalted and cut 'Mad Dog' did not know that it would come to a halt while the oiled spark.
Instinct tells.
Ants? There's also a lot of mistakes.
What is before you is a beast wild as a struggling greed.
(I'm faster...!
Against the bell woman still standing on the bar, Edvin squeezed his last remaining force into her arms.
…… ――――
At that moment, it was Kin and the high shock that resonated.
An ominous sound I've never even heard, like a disturbance in my head.
…… Hot......)
Then a feeling of drooling and warmth coming from the back of your ear.
Guru, and everything in the eye leans.
"..................... ah...?
Even my own groan, which leaked indefinitely, sounded somewhere far away to Edvin. Disappear out of sight so that bell women and streets flow, instead a grey sky appears.
………… ……
I didn't know what happened. It's just...
(... me..., pour,...?
Hard and cold feeling on the back. A body that does not respond to the will. Cloudy weather spreading in front of you.
From the circumstances, the answer was obvious.
"Correct me, curly fucking head. More than humans and ants, there's no difference between Atai and Temeh. You don't even need to trample it. Because if you move one pinky finger like this, that's why it's so cute."
And the voice of the woman that was coming down, she heard it whispering.
The shadows that peek in are also uncertain of the contour.
…… …………
My eyes are gloomy. Something's wrong with my ears, too. The body doesn't listen as if it were something to say.
(to…………)
It was like I couldn't perceive. What did you get? How was it defeated?
In a distant consciousness, an unclear voice arrives hard.
"How long have you been asleep, get up, mono tiger? Just use Stimvaper. I think we should move one finger. Show me your guts.
- Often from such a call.
A figure in Edvin's blurred vision turned into two.
"... let me just catch your eye. Hey, brother..."
One of them. Warped back outfit. That tone that was weird.
(… if,)
Stupid, there wasn't even enough power left for Edvin to speak out.
A man who should have been more dying than himself - an enemy who should have finally defeated him with madness in death... Monotra is standing up as if nothing had happened.
"Keh, if you tell Atai, he'll be surprised to see you like this. Just because you're not a full-time combat officer, keep Septius in your crooks."
"Just... stay alert..."
"Damn, you're a merchant. I'm not ready for the rough stuff. Mend, you stink. I wish Atai had done it from the start."
I'm not a combatant. Merchant.
This man, who boasted comparable physical abilities to drift protection? Who forced you to fight so hard?
That was also a stunning fact - but now, above all, there is an unacceptable reality.
"Well, it's all good if the results are good... so I'll do it"
"You're in a position to say, damn it."
What the hell kind of trick, is that also the power of a bell woman? Anyway -, Monotra has recovered.
(...,... w... so, you know...)
A victory that should have been grabbed by the craziness of death then escapes from the palm of his hand.
Destroyed Orchester's assassins before anyone else. We gained valuable sources and were able to eliminate the impending crisis in Belgrette to our fellow citizens… All of them are now trying to go home to nothing.
…… ――――
I can't sleep in here. I can't die yet.
Back to back with that thought, it darkens in front of me.
Thoughts… little by little, but surely drawn to darkness.
"So, have you had any gains?
"No... thank you, Lugo Ariumi and the others in the example. I don't have the information I want, and most importantly, I don't feel comfortable with it. Brother ~, please wait for me to sleep. I'll pay you back just now. I'll stab you in the face right now."
Shut up, you loser Nasbi bastard. Temehe would have been hit by me......
But Edvin's heh does not even take a definite form as a voice but as a thought, and spreads mist across the nothingness.
"Wait a minute, Monotra. Look, it's... it's good."
And finally, my ear was about to give up its role.
"…………………………………"
Wait, wait, wait.
Someone.
"... here... now... than... this... head... kill... later... maybe... hey"
"... and... say... and?
I was almost there. I could have won.
Do it a little better, I'm sure......
"Lew... - what... powerless... right. - to……"
Was there any mistake in the flow?
"Oops,... I see.... so..."
... That's it, I got my stomach shut.
I'm almost done with the Orchester guys, and I can protect them from Bell.
and there, Edvin laughed himself with his nose. I couldn't help laughing.
To so much femininity.
In the end, I'm trying to get nothing out of it and die for nothing, to my own impudence.
And what an inferior student named Edvin Gaul, who kept smoking every day, wanted.
What did you want to do afterwards, looking at the guerrillas in "Fist Strike" Luckels "as a covert goal?
I mean, what did I want to be?
I finally got to that answer in this phase, and I just - to much crap, I could only laugh.