Inferior ability user's return from the demonic realm

The Blessed Man waves his sword as if dancing among the narrow places and the hordes of demons. And every time the blessed man waved his sword, several demons raised the cry of the severed demon.

(Strike around a possible demon wolf with a medium range attack! Even a single machete can do damage for a close-range type! Reducing the number of Demon Wolves should increase everyone's survival!

The Blessed Man moves aimlessly to the Devil Wolf, while also causing the Devil on his move to suffer a deep wound. The aim of the Blessed One was to gradually take effect and the demonic attack pressure on the mattoes on the hill was clearly reduced.

Thanks to this, the soldiers can just concentrate on the attack and succeed in dampening the speed at which the demons climb the hills.

"It's like you're dancing! Yuren!

"Yes! Every time Don Du steps, there's a shower of enemy blood blowing up!

That Matou and Taintan interaction only inflated the hopes of the soldiers around them.

Mattow, in this context, looks to check the container of Guaran lying behind him, releasing the wrinkles between his eyebrows and biting his umbilical. From the appearance of that Guaran who was seriously injured, it clearly feels like the light of life is going away. That's gradual, but surely we can see Guaran's vitality disappearing.

(Guaran! Don't die here! You haven't even seen Niina grow up yet! Guaran Seth Yeung! Are you good with that? You and Thornine tried to protect the fate of Miremar and the fact that you let go of me not to be endangered for that matter, and you die without looking at your fruitful daughter!

Mattow remembers that day... the day after he lost Thornine... Gualan and his vows on this hill.

Thirteen years ago now.

Hill named by the three...... Niina Hill.

The sky stretching over that Niina hill was covered with thick, dim clouds, and two Miremar youth officers stared in front of the trees at the top of the hill.

"Yes, now, what did you say!? Guaran!"

"I... eat into the heart of this military regime. I don't care what hand you use."

Mattow hears Guaran's words, his body moves before he thinks, and grabs Guaran's collar hard.

"Are you insane!? To this rotten Caliguda military regime! To the regime that killed Thornine! Don't be ridiculous! You're out of your mind!

"I mean it. I will emerge at any cost and take power with deep roots in this administration!

"You big idiot!

Mattow beat Guaran up, and Guaran's body slammed hard against the trunk of the big tree, dropping his hips on the ground.

"You are! You! You can't possibly not understand how Thornine feels! There's no way Thornine would want that! Thornine is just! I just wanted a gentle routine! Watch Niina smile, your daughter, who has you and grows healthy beside you. That should just have been it! What do you make of joining the military regime that killed that Thornine! Besides, what's young Niina going to do!

"I know that! But Thornine is gone! All that remained was the power mechanism of this rotten country and an indelible big hole in this heart! So I change what I can change! This hole in my heart won't go away! But this country should be able to change! No matter how difficult it is, it actually exists there! I'll change that!

"Picture what! You think that's possible! Then I'll add more people to this country, but let me tell you something about crushing it! Tell him I'll take Thornine's enemies! Then I'd be happy to work with you. Right now, my dissatisfaction with the regime centre is as dull as it has ever been. If we stir this up and get involved well, we should be a force we can't ignore!

Mattow and Guaran stare at each other, and these two hit each other with the deep wound of each other's unhealing hearts of losing Thornain.

"Yes... I will crush this military regime! So help me, Mattow!

"Then!

Guaran stands up wiping the blood coming out of his cut lips. It finally rained out of the thick clouds. The rain was a blessing for the grass trees. Miremar tells us that the dark green and brightly colored flowers that you show on a sunny day can only be made up by this rain of grace.

"That's not all you can do... just from the outside. Inside, you can't take it down. No, I might be able to take it down, but it takes time. And..."

Guaran was caught in the rain falling so hard that he walked over in front of Mattow.

In such heavy rain that their vision is also uncertain, Guaran and Mattow are firmly confirming each other's appearance.

"It is imperative that it be a long battle that afflicts the people of Millemer. This is not what Thornine wanted. This just makes Thornine sad."

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"Mattow, so I'll eat into the center! You muster up dissatisfied molecules in the country, and you make a big stream! I'm gonna chop from inside the regime! So we push the Caliguda pig bastard from the inside and out!

"Guaran... you..."

Mattow saw an unusual determination in the eyes of his best friend, Guaran. From time to time the fierce anger, rudeness and sadness in the calm and settled Guaran is now striking against Mattow like a big wave.

"I don't know if it's gonna work! Also, I know it's impossible not to bleed at all if it works! But in order to minimize the blood of the people, we also need a major disease, which erodes this worthless centre of government. I will be! I will be a disease that will erode this administration! Gradually, but surely, you are the culprit of an incurable disease!

Guaran grabs Mattow's shoulder vigorously.

"Mattow! You're from this country...... be a hero to Miremar! Always stand by the people, always wanted by the people of Miremar, and defeat the wicked military regime on my own!

"Nah! You, no way..."

Guaran gives Mattow a spectacular grin.

"Germs that have eroded the host are best burned down with the corpse. And make rich soil out of it as fertilizer!

Mattow grabbed Guaran's arm grabbing his own shoulder.

"Then don't be silly! Then what about Niina! That child lost her mother yesterday, and today, even her father! Wherever you become a nursery in this country, you don't protect only one daughter, and what will change Miremar! Make it rich! Niina is forgetting about Thornain!

Gualan stares back at Mattow, staring at herself and laughs.

"Niina won't lose her father"

"Tell me what!

"Mattow, I have you"

"Mattow, please! That kid's... be Niina's father! Make that kid the hero's daughter who saves this Miremar! My path is in the heart of the military junta, where I live. If you take Niina, you're likely to be in danger as my weakness. I don't need anything to protect me on my way."

"G., Guaran... you..."

Guaran stares at Mattow as if he were blurring.

"I can only ask you to love the same woman and still be as close to me as you are to that woman! Please, Matt! I need you to protect my daughter! And to make this me and this Miremar the smiling country Thornine wanted, give me your life!

Mattow stared at Guaran for a while. I find in Guaran's determined and prepared eyes a deep love for my daughter that I cannot abandon. And...... Mattow let go of Guaran's arm and put his hand on Guaran's shoulder instead.

"Guaran...... it's too early to cry. That tear overthrows the military regime, and you take Niina... until you pick up your daughter to this Minla with your chest up... Keep it!

Mattow said so, beating Guaran up again.

Mattow looks down at Guaran crawling to the ground and shouts out loud.

"Look, Guaran! Since when have you been so humble! Be more greedy like you! Don't give up on both this country and Niina! That's who you are, and that's what I know best to use the power of Guaran Seth Yeung! Like when you took Thornine's heart at the end!

Guaran looks up at Mattow like a hack. And... Mattow quietly offered his hand to that guaran.

"Guaran, let's go, we've got our way! That still brought Thornine and the three of us together... in this tied hill. And make the future of our (...) daughter Niina... the future of Miremar's youth a good one!

At this time, the rain that was falling from the thick clouds weakened, and from the gap between its clouds appeared several muscles of light that illuminated the earth of Miremar, and also in this hill of Niina its muscles of light.

Guaran... stood against the backdrop of the light that broke the sky, grabbed Mattow's offered hand... and stood up forcefully.

After this, these two young people change their age to nearly ten years old, bearing in mind seniority, which is also Miremar's custom. This was often done in Millemer, where household registration information was often underdeveloped, but it was not middle-aged or older.

And at this time, it was Arrocaune and Galvan, the superiors of Mattow and Guaran at the time, who greatly helped me adjust this age.

And few people know about this anymore.