Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

After I get off the deck, I find a shadow in front of my room as I try to get back to my room.

"Is that Rumelia? What's wrong with you?

'Cause it's like I was out on my own.

"Right."

I just opened the door and tried to get inside -, "Kazt!," said Rumelia grabbing my arm.

"What's wrong with you?

"- Huh! Yeah, anything..."

"Then you'd better go back early and sleep to feed your English. I guess magic affects your physical condition, huh?

"Yes, but... Hey, Kazto."

"What?"

"Kazto, if he and his grandfather were to fight - can he really fight?

"You mean that?"

"I don't know."

I look down at Rumelia with my left hand on the wooden knife pattern on my hips.

She's gonna look up at me.

The gaze intersects.

"Grandpa has been telling me that for a long time. The powerful don't have the strength to fight. Protect the weak..."

"I've heard that too..."

"So..., I fight"

"Huh?"

"What Grandpa is doing is clearly wrong. Whatever the reason, it's not acceptable."

"-But you're in there, aren't you?

"Because it's inside me."

"... yes"

"Oh, so Rumelia has nothing to worry about. Besides, there's not a lot of people who can fight your grandfather."

"About Kazt, the Emperor of the Kaisel Empire and visitors from different worlds, right?

"Right. At least we can't even stand on the mound to fight in the people with contact with the divine civilizations."

To my words, Rumelia holds a small hand.

She notices, too.

With the power of the divine sacred sword, Le Mélia said that there was no such thing as easy media data for Haruna.

No matter how powerful the magic is - or how powerful it can handle high-altitude magic, it will only feed on helplessness before the harshness.

"... I'm with you..."

"Don't come. When you come, you're nothing but a trap."

"- Huh!"

Rumelia bites off her lips and leaves on a small run.

I accidentally try to punch the wall as I look behind it - but I restrain myself and stop right before I make contact.

"You could have said a few more words..."

I knew that Rumelia wanted to strike a grudge between her country and her father.

However, Lumelia cannot be protected before the very rigor of translating the very existence of media data into power and dealing with magic.

There is only one way to keep them away from war.

"Totally......"

Unexpectedly evil.

But... the words you throw up will never be withdrawn.

I lay down on my bed and meditated on my eyes to change my mind.

- Then a few hours later.

The whole ship rocked abruptly.