Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"Too bad, Benarez. I'm so sorry."

That's the dialogue.

"If you'd stayed ignorant, everything would have ended up being farce"

Why not?

"I cannot forgive my country. I will not let the men who cursed my father as a" warrior "live in peace. My father threw and fought everything for his country. An irresponsible person who did nothing to condemn such a father in our face. Such a human kingdom is wrong. So I decided to deliver the war to them again. A war that ashes everything."

Benarez remembered 'That Tragic Dream' at this time.

A dream of his own father being cursed, abused and killed by a people he was supposed to help.

Maybe that dream...

You think your father would love that?

Benarez never turned his mind.

Vanessa and a Museg assassin named Kaisel are nearby, but that doesn't matter anymore.

Now I thought I had to look into Gilbert's eyes here.

"It's not even like you, Benarez."

"Because you're stupid enough to say something like that, Gilbert."

Gilbert's face was slightly colored with laughter.

But that laugh doesn't make you feel fun.

It's like I barely figured it out to hold off my disintegrating look.

"Are you sure that's okay?"

Benarez shakes his white and green hair and asks Gilbert again.

On the other side of the transparent lens, I felt Gilbert's eyes shake slightly.

"That's okay. I can't back down anymore."

Gilbert waves his hand away in front of Benarez's face so as to block his white-green gaze.

A dagger in that hand was poked at Benarez's throat.

"Well, you're not anywhere near being pulled down anymore."

Then a voice flies from behind Benarez on the pretend.

"Because of your 'fanning', one country has already perished. The recent tide of war in the western continent is due not least to this" warrior "Gilbert"

A beautiful swordsman with a long sword - Vanessa - was slowly walking towards Benarez.

Its wine-red eyes are directed at Gilbert, lighting a delightful colour.

"The Spiritual Ceremony of the Warrior invites people to battle. The former" Berkleys-Moo-Schneizel "used this technique to inspire, or manipulate, soldiers in his own country and give them the effect of snubbing. A human being is a strange thing, and when its spiritual power is shaken out, it can show more strength than you can imagine. Madness is not something I threw away. In battlefield or something."

Vanessa says as she pulls out her long sword.

"And that will never change. From Berkleys-Moo-Schneizel, who lost at the end of the day and was lamentably held accountable and set ablaze by his own people, he inherited the sole reason for his' hero (Maow) ', Gilbert-Sem-Schneizel. The poor son of the Warrior had burned into battle for his wretched father's revenge, and if he realized it, he had come to a point where he could never go back"

Vanessa's plucked long sword body creepingly reflected the light to illuminate Benarez's face.

"Well, Gilbert, you..."

But Benarez wasn't moving any closer to Vanessa than he was funny.

Turn to Gilbert again and say quietly.

"- You tried to use the tyrannical kingdom of Museg as a tool of vengeance."

Benarez anticipated Gilbert's half life on his own, and was unsubstantiated by that prediction.

And that's when Benarez predicted that Gilbert's half life was roughly consistent with his actual half life.

"I thought this was the quickest way when I tried to sprinkle the war again on the idiots spreading in that country. And having forsaken my honor, my hope, my pride, everything, I had nothing to do with taking that way."

I see two blackflames burning in Gilbert's eyes.

Benarez stared at the black flame with sad eyes.

You're lying.

"I'm not lying."

"No, it's a lie. The flames in your eyes stare in a mixture of colors"

Gilbert's expression is distorted again by Benarez's words.

The last time I colored that face was a grin close to a bitter laugh.

"... you are a really stubborn man, Benarez. Are you still trying to pull me back?"

"... not as good as you, Gilbert"

Gilbert was there, laying his eyes down.

"Still goodbye, Benarez"

……

"I'll sell you to Mooseg."

"Sell me, what do you get?"

"Sparks of war."

"Right. Then I must put that spark out."

"I can't. You were the best person I've ever seen, but that's a story on the desk. You don't have the 'violence' you need most in this day and age."

Symbol of violence, Mooseg.

I have followed a history of accumulating power with power in order to make everything what I want.

I see. Indeed, I have no power against such a mighty nation.

There is no way to retreat the Museg Swordsman, who will be close in ten more steps.

"But"

Benarez had the will.

The will was also like wondering why it was in such a fragile self, but Benarez could not ignore the will to burn in its heart.

"I want to live without shame for my impulses."

Benarez stares straight at Gilbert and says:

"I wanted to help someone. Because in this commotion, I might have been able to help someone a little bit. It could have been a really small bailout compared to The Art of Virginia's Moving, which I hear about recently, or The White-haired Demon Goddess, which stopped Museg from trying to exhaust his atrocities after The Demon King."

White and green hair caught the wind.

"I want to do what I can."

Gilbert stared at Benarez.

I envy you somewhere.

It seems annoying somewhere.

At the end of the day, try to cut everything off - he closed his eyes.

"'As a friend', I shall have mercy on you at the end. Why are you sold to Mooseg? [M] Conversely, I'll tell you why it's so 'worth the merchandise' that it's sold to you by Mooseg."

That was the last word Gilbert would say as' Gilbert '.

Not to sound like Vanessa approaching, he said.

"You are suspected of being the King of Chi by Mooseg."

Demon King.

Benarez immediately floated around his chest.

"Sometimes I see suspicions in your rare intelligence. You have a time to talk about things that no one should know, even as if they've been through. Regardless, you would have figured out that there was such a place on your own, and you would have done well to avoid such suspicions when you spoke to other people, but I got certainty in that regard."

and Gilbert raises his hand in front of him, most importantly.

"I've had a scratch problem with you. It's a problem that no one can ever solve. And you solved it. You solved a problem that you would never solve without connecting directly to the Memories of the World and using the knowledge of the Living."

"It's..."

"It's a question about my father, The Warrior. I'm the only one who knows the answer. [M] Maybe you didn't notice because you put it out like that."

Gilbert laughed at the end.

"... 'Thanks for having the same dream,' Benarez. It's good to see you."

"Wait -"

In Gilbert's last words, Benarez reacts to it in a big way.

Again, that was Gilbert's dream.

The power that you don't know about you, the power that affects you, probably made it possible.

Still, I need to ask you something.

Still, I need to talk to you.

I want to save - I had a friend.

"Let's get you some sleep"

I felt signs of Vanessa behind my back.

I get a shock to my neck before I think it's a bad idea and look back.

"Huh!"

Consciousness is distant.

- I haven't...

Benarez cursed himself for not being able to do anything.

I should have learned more.

I should have worked out better.

- Gil......

My knees collapse and my body sinks.

Second, while my consciousness was interrupted, I saw a shadow rushing this way from further behind Gilbert.

Long dark hair.

Tall for a woman.

I don't know what that looks like.

"Sister............?

At the end of the only remaining memory, I looked like that woman who kept a gentle eye on herself - similar.