Do You Think You Can Run After Reincarnating, Nii-san?

Aaron

"... do something unsolicited."

Deep in the dungeon, Aaron Bruit, the dungeon master who manipulates the [Labyrinth of Trials], was poisoned.

The Eightkin three sisters were wiped out.

Then something unintentional is happening.

such as the kidnapping of Jack Lieber, he did not instruct.

"... okay. Either way, now Jack's a kid falling off. And then..."

Aaron turns consciousness to a corner pointing at a massive number of wolf monsters.

The biggest obstacle alongside Jack Lieber was about to be removed now.

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◆ Elvis ◆

The body is heavy.

My throat is crunchy.

Sweat gets in my eyes.

My immobile left arm is depressing.

"... grrrrrr..."

The roar of the beast that plays.

Swing your right arm around to shake it off.

A mirage sword swept away a pack of wolves from every wall.

"... grrrrrr..."

"... grrrr..."

"... grrrrrrrr..."

He's still here.

He's still here.

He's still here.

I took a step further so that I could be challenged to roar.

I have to help.

I have to help.

That was natural.

That was common sense.

Otherwise, I'm no longer me.

A mirage sword sweeps away the wolf.

But out of balance, I just fluttered for a moment.

That's enough for the tiger sights and the monsters after their prey.

He jumps at me in unison and bites me in the body.

I shielded my left arm, which stopped moving.

An unprotected fang stabbed him in the hip.

My thighs are attacked by intense compression.

Blood doesn't flow.

It's just like having a soul zero.

Only the force falls out.

"- Ahhhhhhh!!!

Stop.

Something to stop!

Shake off the bitten wolf.

Or stay dragged.

I move on.

I push on.

I don't care what happens to my body.

I don't know if my soul is missing.

One arm.

One foot.

First one.

Just a little bit of 'me' left, Jack, and if we get to you, that's fine.

Impossible?

I can.

Because I'm Elvis-Kunz Windsor.

A human being born hoping only to be the strongest.

A prince born to be the strongest king.

My mother said.

My mother who gave birth to me said.

Contributions contributed by the diaspora.

That was my mother's position.

My mother, who was raw as the princess of a proud fighting nation, lost that position, however, in the loss of battle with this country.

But its pride did not crush, even if it became a sideroom and was in a position to be insulted by other royalties as' savages'.

There was only one person, me who divided the blood, and my mother repeatedly said,

- Be the strongest.

- Be stronger than anyone.

- A true king is the strongest.

- Elvis, you will be king.

Mother's teachings will also be called curses.

But I didn't think so.

I was more than happy.

My mother lost her country, but still tried to perform her duties as royalty.

i.e. making the country better.

To this end, to produce a king of excellence.

I sympathized with that noble aspiration.

My mother died quickly, but I followed her teachings.

I stipulated to myself that I was the strongest.

A true king who guides his country with his strength.

To embody that ideal that Mother spoke of.

- Oh, then.

I whisper in me. [M]

How did I miss that?

How could you make such a simple mistake?

That's not all.

You'd have noticed.

You must have really noticed, didn't you?

When I was trying to escape from the First Martial Arts Field.

There should have been a time to slap an unquestioned blow to Aaron Bruit and Lucrezia Graziani who showed up.

Shortly after we escaped from the First Martial Arts Field.

You could have intercepted the evil spiritualist who assaulted us to break us up.

There's more, there's more.

There was a mistake.

There was an overlook.

It just didn't turn out to be a fatal thing, and I'm on parade today.

That's why...

I, myself, should know.

Mirage (...) chi (...) floor (...) of (...) sword (...) is (...), attack (...) shoot (...) regular (...) mold (...) is (...) large (...) ki (...) su (...) gi (...) and (...) taste (...) more (...) in (...) roll (...) ki (...) in (...) n (...) and (...) ma (...).

In a situation where you have allies next door, it's not easy to shake them.

The taste (...) is (...) Yes (...) Ru (...) and (...) Yes (...) Shaped (...) Situation (...) is (...), the (...) Fine (...) Degree (...) of "King (...) Eye (...)" was (...) Fallen (...) and (...) Yes (...).

If I am alone, I can concentrate on processing information for Wang Eye.

However, if you have allies, you have to allocate thought capacity to communication for information-sharing, etc.

I mean, you know...

A spiritualist named Elvis-Kunz Windsor gets weaker with his allies.

I never noticed it before - no, a weakness I didn't try to notice.

The power of me is fundamentally not designed to fight alongside someone.

... I'm sure the loud spirits in that voice had noticed.

After I realized it, I guess I was laughing slightly.

I guess I'm also laughing and watching about me excusing myself for saying, 'I can't help it because it's originally happening'.

The strongest means that there is no one in line.

It means letting no one stand before or next to you, leading people only behind their backs.

That is, loneliness.

Only those who aspire to solitude can name the strongest.

I don't even reach out.

It doesn't even wake someone up.

He who illuminates the way of all mankind with only his presence.

That's what my mother told me about the king.

Oh, and yet...

What the hell, this body?

Tired of half-strength, overlooking something serious, even risking oneself on the periphery.

What's the strongest part of this?

The strongest thing my mother ever wanted...

The most powerful thing I've ever admired...

- It's not like this.

The wolves' fangs devour my soul.

Hand over the force trying to fall out and heat into the cooling body.

There is no one here.

No one but me.

Every time I feel that, my senses are sharpened.

"King's Eye" captured the position of the wolves precisely in motion.

The mirage sword roared freely like a limb.

I... I guess I forgot.

In my life at this college...

I have company, I have a teacher, I have friends, in this life...

Warm, soft, serene, in this life...

- I forgot what I was looking for.

If you really were to martyr to your ideals, you didn't need one of those.

I can't believe I had a buddy, a friend.

Yet...

"- Ahhhh!!!

I move on.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!

I move on.

"Gu...... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......!!!

I move on.

"... ahhh...!!

I'm moving on...

".....................................................................?

... Is that it?

My voice was dead.

I can't even breathe zero.

I wonder why.

... okay.

More than that, we have to move on......

... Is that it?

I can't move my legs.

Why not?

Even though I have to help.

You have to move on!

... Oh well.

Finally, I realized.

I was lying down.

It's like a downfall...... at the front.

He fell down, one finger, and couldn't move.

Out of Spirit...

The power that was protecting and moving my life has finally broken...

With all the rewards, the signs of wolf demons had disappeared.

But... it doesn't make any sense.

If you can't go any further... to nothing...

Vision seeped in.

At first, I didn't know what it was.

'Cause, right?

The mightiest king doesn't cry or anything.

"..............................................................................................!!

I couldn't get a zero voice earlier, but now I'm overflowing.

That was probably, like, crying.

Why not?

Why am I crying?

Because I regret it?

Because you're sad?

... maybe... both.

It's just the last two and a half years behind my brain.

With you, Gawayne.

With Mr. Ruby.

With Mr. Azelea.

With Mr. Phil.

And I spent some time with you, Jack.

This, two and a half years.

It was supposed to be something I didn't want.

It was supposed to be something you shouldn't get.

Yeah - but.

I don't think I want to lose it.

It's, like...

It was then.

In seeping sight.

White...

Like a sheet flying in the wind.

Translucent...

A ghost.

It slipped through the wall and appeared.

And look at me, stop...

Make a strange noise.

Kick, kick, kick, kick.

Daddy, kick, kick.

Psst. Psst.

Pakippa, kippa, pap.

Daddy kick.

Pakippa, pakippa, pakippa.

"........................................................."

I immediately noticed.

That's a code.

We use it a lot......

Moment after moment, I spinned my voice.

And pride.

Ideals too.

Beliefs too.

Throw everything away.

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- It's the first time I've ever done it, for a friend.

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◆ Ruby/Gawain ◆

Waiting in a small room that was nearby, that ghost-like one appeared sooooooo from within the wall.

The ghost tells something with a J signal by the lap sound.

Uh, what...?

"... found a place where we could meet!?

Seriously, Phil's guy is really capable!

The ghost goes on and tells us where it is.

"I see...... Walk a little, but that's a long way to go."

"My leg will heal soon and I can afford it!

It was us coloring the good news, but the ghost kept telling us the bad news.

"... that Your Highness is out of spirits...!?

Gawayne is stunned.

... Apparently, my bad feeling hit me.

They say Elvis was attacked by a large group of demons, unable to move.

It seems that Phil is now directing and rescuing the demons and transporting them to the rendezvous point.

"What about Jack? What happened to Jack?

When asked so, the ghost shook his head.

I couldn't find it... you mean.

"... anyway, hurry to the rendezvous point"

"Right, after everything's merged."

That's it, we move out.

The translucent ghost disappeared into the wall again.

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◆ Azelea/Phil ◆

From across the wall, a ghost demon returned.

"Go-chan, welcome back! How'd it go?

When Phil asks me that, the ghost starts signaling with a lap sound.

Try to decipher it...

"- He said he found a place to rendezvous! Not a big success, Phil!

I banged Phil on the shoulder with joy and courage for a bigger achievement than I expected.

- But.

…………

Phil was silent.

With a rugged eye, he was staring at a translucent ghost.

... were you staring?

No, you're not.

She was - staring.

"... you... who?

Eh, and I leak my voice.

Who, what...

"What are you talking about? Go-chan, right? You named it."

"No, I'm not. This girl is not Go-chan."

... What?

It's not Go-chan. - Isn't that the first ghost I saw?

Another individual who looks a lot alike?

When the ghost trembled at Phil's rugged gaze, he turned his back and tried to escape.

I block the escape route with flames.

We knew that even if the walls were pulled out, the flames would work.

"Hey, Phil! What do you mean!? He said it was fake."

"… I think there are spiritualists who can do the same with me, who are with the enemy."

Phil's expression was stiff.

I've never seen her face so solidified, always flamboyant.

"... not good..."

"First of all, what is it!?

"This is how the fake came back, which means... that they're completely depriving us of our contact route.

False information and all-you-can-do status for the enemy.

We are now in a state where our enemies will act as they say. "

The blood caught my attention.

So what's the rendezvous point this fake has conveyed now...

"A hundred percent, everyone else is being led into a trap. If you let it go, it'll be all over the place..."

"Well, then we have to stop it quickly! Go to the rendezvous point."

"Before that"

Phil crouches in front of a trembling fake ghost.

And...

Smiled, made me smile.

"Where's Ji-kun?

It was a word.

With just one word, the ghost, which should be under enemy control, began to wash away and expose itself with a J signal.

That I also gave Ruby and Mr. Gawayne a debauchery.

That I found Mr. Elvis out of spirits.

And...

"... Jack is caught...!?

Though I was also surprised to hear that Mr. Elvis was hit.

The information that Jack was caught by the enemy was more than a shock.

Somewhere in my heart, I thought.

A man named Jack Lieber has nothing to do with that kind of fate.

I assumed on my own that I was a person going down a path without any worries.

Phil was calm.

I don't know if I'm really calm or if I'm just pretending.

But to me, that calm scared me enough to freeze...

"... ok. Thanks."

When Phil smiled all the time, the ghost tremor also healed.

Immediately after.

"You can disappear now (...)"

The ghost stood still as if frozen.

And as it was, it fluttered and fell on the spot.

Stun... did you?

Phil, stand up loose.

"Azerea goes to the rendezvous point and informs everyone of the danger. Elvis seems to be carrying it there."

"Ah... are you...?

"It's settled, isn't it?

Phil's face looked back, faceless.

But I did see it.

I've known him for two and a half years.

It's the first time I've seen it.

"I go to remind the man who put his hand on a man's husband."

- It was furious, incomparable with when you fought with me.