Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

The fall of the royal assassination mission imposed on the Hero Brigade.

Thirteen mobilized. Five casualties of the war, inside.

He also planned to receive three displaced persons from the Union of Heroes, but one died.

In addition, the "White Hero", once drawn into the brigade, developed into a situation of return to the Union.

The presence of 'Ethereal' and 'Cui' holders is exposed.

The royal assassination mission failed.

"Wow."

What a blind woman, "The Hero of Teaching" Jeanne, showed her hands small enough to play.

It was a large space.

The lighting emitting pale light is narrowed and stays lighted lightly indoors.

At the center of the room is one long table made of white stone.

And seven seats with high backs.

Three across the street, and one in a position where you can see them all like a chancellor or something.

The back of the chair is engraved with numbers.

Glare sits on seven seats.

'Heroes of the Cucumber' Reid is holding back behind him.

Only the Seven Conquests (Axion) and their deputies are allowed to attend.

Four people are buried now: one, three, five, and seven.

Worship (Zeits) VII (Ende) - "Heroes of Darkness" Gleargriffen Downhelheit-Schwarzilla.

Number of worships (Zetes) V (Phi) - "Heroes of the" Avidia Sirius-Avsodoslaver.

Number of worships (Zetes) III (Lau) - "Heroes of Vientiane" Eulalia-Warfall.

Worship (Zeits) I (Grau) "Hero of Teaching" Jeanne-Inveus.

The remaining three are absent.

The agenda is about future activities, but what is now on the table is about the assassination mission.

"Oh, yeah. Horus, will you follow my cheek? Because it's a nightmare like this. There is no way that a human being, who could also be his brigade, would be prevented from advancing by hehe, the people of the U.N., the union of good places, etc."

Contrary to the word, seeping is a fun color.

A beautiful brown young man who refrains behind her says, "Now, if you'll excuse me," and pinches her cheek.

"My dreams are amazing these days. I can't believe you're so clear to pain, Horus."

"Dear Jeanne. It's very hard to say, unfortunately not in my dreams."

That's a lot of irony. Or are you purely meant to be harmonious?

Either way, she smiled bewilderingly.

"Not at all. I don't think it's too bad. But it's okay. I'm not disappointed, I don't have to question your abilities. If you couldn't do it, well, this royal assassination mission itself would have failed anywhere in charge. I mean, yes, someone put together a coalition that didn't even exist between formations and succeeded in defense after holding a traitor. That's just it (,,,,,,,). Right, Glare?

That's just it. There's no way Jeanne doesn't know how difficult that makes it.

Now it was clear irony. It's also extraordinarily vicious. No, should I take it as fine for what I can't say back? Because piercing the target without allowing a defense would be the best achievement due to the nature of the irony.

"Hey, Donmui Death"

What inspired Glare was the boy sitting diagonally forward. Moonlit hair, eyes like two full moons lined up, lips hoisted like a three sun moon.

He is the former brigadier who became Jung-young and named the Seven Conquests (Axions) in fourteen years.

A strange boy who laughs innocently all the time with an unspeakable face, but does not only enlighten him as to where his true emotions lie. I have two tattoos lined up with three moons under my right eye.

Sirius, "The Hero of the Horn".

"Forget the captain, Sirius. In the next place, you will be superior to me."

"Hey, Death. All along, our leader."

The voice is full of love. But he once left the brigade.

Glare only returns "well."

"Hey, you can cry. Then why not? Relationships where the top and bottom are replaced and never broken. You're too beautiful to cry. If the tear glands were functioning, I would have wept until my voice withered."

Jeanne smiled again, smiling her hands together.

"Let me ask you a favor, both of you. We got together in a hurry. We can't afford to waste time, so we should discuss Glare's treatment."

The only irritating voice I mentioned was a mid twenties beauty with shallow black skin.

Eyes are red like blood, slightly wavy hair is golden.

"The Hero of Vientiane" Eulalia.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Eulalia. At all, I'm not good at being brief. Sometimes I like to talk, and it seems like I have a habit of unconsciously stretching out for a little bit longer. No, but you're right, too. Neither do we. Let's get down to business."

"Already long"

"Well, don't be in such a hurry. It's about Glare, but there's no obvious punishment."

"Naturally. Though admitted to the Seven Conquests (Axion), the task that was the man's lord will not be made public for failure. How can they be held responsible for non-existent operational failures? But Lord Jeanne, I don't care about that. The problem lies in the lack of five heroes who belong to His Majesty."

"Not at all. You're right, Eulalia. It should be intact, but we lost as many as five of our countrymen. It's a big problem. So, Greer, do you have anything to say?

"None. It's all about my incompetence."

You liked Glare's answer, Jeanne distorts her lips nigga. On the other hand, Eulalia hummed her nose. Sirius is nicotine.

"Sounds like you, Glare. Of course, it's a one-sided fact that your powers didn't extend. You were actually dead once. The lady in" White "didn't save your life, either, well, I can't help but be convinced. After losing the best of assassination success without engagement, and even losing the second good of assassination success without damage after a single battle, it cannot be said that being able to withdraw in front of a commander enough to cause himself to die is a bad result for about one step ahead of the worst. But, Glare, at what point do you think the cause of this malfunction is?

Obviously.

"Don't ask a single question. This could be an interrogation or a trial. Let's exhaust the fact that we didn't kill Chrono when we first met, such as this man's demise."

Eulalia speaks before Glare responds, looking up to heaven as Jeanne is discouraged.

"Oh, already. Eulalia, I think you should take care of the atmosphere a little bit. No, I didn't prolong the conversation, but there's still a corresponding performance--"

"The familiarity of the brigade has not begun now, but this time it is deadly. Besides, if you want 'white', you should have been a prisoner after you killed Chrono instead of drawing him in with you."

"Besides, I don't think many heroes in the brigade and I followed Archsbaona, Desquedo."

It was Sirius who pinched his mouth.

Eulalia stared at him, and Sirius, who received it, remained smiling.

"… it is true that many heroes, including yours, were uncooperative at the beginning of their rebirth"

"But there's no Death. That's all Death is, isn't it? If a hero is His Majesty's possession, Dang is the one who has increased it the most, Death. It's just the way it is, so I got more here, Death. If you deny that in a single failure, also deny the achievements that have made heroes your companions before. Try to deny the possession of His Majesty's useful belongings"

Eulalia pushes silence with a bitter face.

Not all heroes have been cooperative from the start.

The way you treat Glare's people will feel terribly creepy to those who don't understand it, but some people feel comfortable about it. Otherwise, there is no way we can build a brigade.

I have contributed to the state in that way for ten years.

Sure, this one is an undisputed lapse, with no hair, such as Glare's own intention to deny it, but Sirius doesn't seem to think so.

Jeanne slaps her hand so as to stop the intertwining of the two gazes.

"Yes, yes. Shall we keep it that far? Both of us. It's hard to put me down and share a hot gaze. Damn it. Hey, Horus."

"In my case, what..."

I flaunt my shoulders to the undersecretary who responds with no expression, and then Jeanne's face turns this way.

Thin lips open.

"Glare. My dear Glare. You're really sweet. Honestly, I'm not going to love you as a single woman. Truth be told, I hate lies. But that's why I'm telling you the truth, Glare. You're really immature as a general."

That word of pity kills Reid in the back.

"... say what"

"Fine, Reid. It's true."

Pushing it with her hand, Glare looked to Jeanne.

"Yeah, yeah. I like that about you, too, Glare. I can admit my lack of clarity. But you don't think it should be improved, do you? It is due to past raw experiences, and therefore unable to gain access to ideas again in this world. But, Glare, you can't."

She seemed to see the world more than anyone, even though those eyes showed nothing.

"Friendly to my people. It's the ideal boss. But if there's anything about a boss that's actually just problem friendly, he's incompetent. I will not pity a man who falls below those who have no harshness, and therefore cannot produce results."

Sirius' gaze shows from Eulalia to Jeanne, but she doesn't move.

"Glare, what the general wants is kindness. It's not something I'm going to do to draw my feelings. It's not about saving you. I love you. Then you don't. It is the mind that enriches them. But what the general needs is a victory, isn't it?

Failure cannot be required if the success of a mission is to be a result.

So what she's saying isn't wrong.

"I am, Glare. If you're a gentle general and a general who lets you win, the latter is good. If you're a general who protects you and lets you win your own army, the latter is good. I will not deny the friendliness of the brigade. That's a strong connection. In fact, no one is as good at grasping the heart of a hero as you. None of the other seven Axions have as many heroes as you. [M] But if we lose on that, we'll have to brand you incompetent."

Glare didn't have a word to deny.

"Oh, Glare. My beloved future husband, a fool who cannot bring home victory. Leave the rest to me. I will be responsible for paying off the debts of your beloved ignorance. Not at all. I'm a good wife, a wise wife. Isn't that a superb property for sure?