Kakei Senki Wo Kakageyo!

That was a landscape that had no real benefits.

If you think back to the time when you cross the border between Eteramaki Kalisalmi, Margarita only has that feeling.

Every face was shaken by the arrival of the brave men and the Knights of the Holy Grail. I had my eyes wide open. And on the south side of the realm began the prayer with cheer, and on the north side stood up without words, and did not react any more than a few.

It was boring, similar to walking in a weedy field.

The grass falling on their own don't deserve to be loved, and the sound of the bugs spitting and squealing just isn't foolish. Soil and dust are rough and stinky. The sky seeps like a fallen asleep and is far away. It's vivid and mean to eat but sleep.

The world is easy on the narrow, but also dirty. It's like a toy yard with even children. It is a substitute to the extent that it breaks and becomes dust, either by hand or by foot.

Margaritas are a heartfelt disappointment. After crossing from Holy Grail Island to Cape, everything was boring and I couldn't help it. The clapping out was a good place too. It may also have affected the fact that the procedure for action had been shown. I got tired of it early.

Not at all, I can't find it as one of the funny things.

Why were you desperately trying to live in a world like this?

The melancholy of the superman… I tried to see the situation in which I was placed that way, but there was nothing in this world that required me to empathize with anyone but to isolate the Holy Being on horseback.

It was often a tired journey northward through Count Calisalmi's territory... not even feeling the flow of time... but entering a single village, where Margareta saw for the first time a landscape that made little, if any sense.

The door was closed. There, there, anywhere.

That was a truly alarming situation. A crude village such as the one at the extremes of petty filth, at times, rejected the holy army, which proceeded with a glow. He didn't even want to be in his sight.

Margarita did not see the attitude as disgraceful or disrespectful.

It was unusual.

It was a whispering but eye-catching discovery that everyone would feel that way if there was one pebble in a maintained stone corridor. If I was too busy, I wouldn't even be in my sight, but I was entrusting myself with some unintentional boredom.

So I tried to kick it. Make sure the child does.

There is no need to give orders by mouth. I can't even think about it. Just think about it. As I moved my fingers, as I moved my legs, that was enough if I thought of a door that looked over and turned into dust in the flames.

The Holy Knight forms a herd and strikes. Stay in the mind of the margareta.

Naturally. Each and every one of them is nothing but a doll that moves in the midst of a great piecemeal of life: a brave man. It is the appearance of bone meat and skin that is different than it is made of human material, and the contents are all the same. Although the men and women of the flesh's body, old and new, also leave it as an elusive difference, they are all, without much difference, a unit of the soldiers' attire of the brave. You just have to function.

Blood was sprinkled if you wanted it. If I wanted fire, the fire was set off. The village was instantly kicked and flattened.

I had no time to lose. It was a little pleasant. So I wanted to be more pleasant. Because this simple world has a duty to provide entertainment to itself, a brave man. The margarator thought so, and time moved on. Because he asked for: For he sought further pleasure.

It came from behind.

It was the cavalry of about three hundred horsemen who came after us in a noisy and dusty way. Margarita laughed at the rarity because the flag flying belonged to the Kalisalmi Army, which was also unplanned.

"O demons who deceive brave men and falsely proclaim sanctity! I can't bear to see you move on to Count Kalisalmi's territory with our faces! Never forgive me! I won't let you miss a step any more!!

Those who were barking at the beginning looked familiar, but it soon became a battle, remembering who they were.

"You wretched monster! Such as conquering the human world as you want it!

I think it was ringing in a good voice. But he soon lost sight of me. Because the Holy Knight thrust it off the horse first aiming at one of its rides.

Because the margareta was interested. Apparently, the Holy Knight took that attention in a different way.

It was an hypersensitive reaction, but Margarita laughed that she had no choice either. Because the more audacious you feel, the more you know those weapons will function sharply and quickly. That's what holy knights are for. I instantly chopped up two hundred and ninety-nine horsemen, etc. of how I lost my commander.

I lost three horsemen by any chance, but I was so happy that it didn't bother me either. It's fun to follow bugs that often jump and fly. It is fun to follow foam balls that often swell and dance well. Makes me want to break everything without leaving it.

This is as natural as it gets. Superman also has the right to enjoy the world.

Hope was fulfilled. I don't know what happened back and forth and 300 horsemen showed up, but I tried to follow them and even a bunch of foot soldiers arrived. Margaritas are delighted to slap their hands. Six hundred and fifty people seemed to be too busy to breathe, but they were enthusiastic about leaving no one behind to snap their necks.

I can make it happen if I want. Make it happen if you wish. That's what the world is like for a brave man.

Or maybe six hundred and fifty people would have given up on a faraway roll if Margarita didn't want to, and got frustrated and ran away and scattered. But that's not funny. Margarita wanted to have fun.

I didn't let it get away, I craved it all, so I didn't get away, and it all stayed.

It's not just the Holy Knight. Whoever it is cannot help but be influenced by the will of the brave.

Everyone laughs if the margareta laughs. If the margareta sinks to boredom, everyone's feelings sink as depression. The giant life of a brave man dyes his surroundings just because he exists. Just as the tree affects the surrounding grass, so that the light of day does not take it as an object of the star... I will not miss anything.

Don't mention it and worship the brave. I am the brave man who shines a rare giant light in history.

If I felt perfectly better and went to Uliharsila territory, a familiar fortress there was also exposed and condensed. He looked really naughty. It also looks like a child holding his knees and showing stubbornness. He was lurking himself in a robust building and only shining his eyes out of the shadows here and there.

So the margarata used a miracle.

Even though I know that if I use it, I will lose a lot of time in itself to enjoy it, it means nothing where it lasted so long that I can't even enjoy the toy in front of me... because that's what I thought.

What, it's no big deal. You just have to look at him with this right eye.

If you look at those who look at miracles with fear, you can look at them without escape from the side of miracles.

The fort was seen and opened. Naturally. Margaritas don't play boredom like siege warfare. Those inside should come out. You should go out into the field and leap. You should line your neck and spray something red.

I thought so, I asked for it, I hoped so.

Sora, it came true.

Four thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven horsemen's weapons rushed through like a disease, and a thousand blood columns erupted a thousand lives. There was no slight resistance. It wasn't worm removal or foam splitting, it was just mowing the grass. It was frustrating to think of the initial stubbornness.

So the margareta was unhappy. It lacked more fun than I expected, then.

The Margarita thought, setting fire to the fort with all the bellies of boredom, lit and heated by the roaring fire. These right eyes are too much to use. I can't enjoy it just because it's powerful. The result will remain the same anyway. I also thought self-restraint was necessary to enrich the process.

Superman's special victory...... it naturally pays off. The new entertainment now came from the other side of the road.

The powerful army, consisting of eight thousand troops, was flying two types of flags. One is a marquis flag representing the Uliharsilla army, and one is an army flag with a seal that draws more squares with four swords. It is the Knights of the Sword Horn, regarded as the strongest in the kingdom.

"Tell the Brave and the Holy Grail Knights! My name is Lucas Yurihalsilla! It binds the martial arts with human wrath and blocks your future here!

It was a good voice. Not only was it good to live, but it had the strength to do a brave margarata and make the words heard. While taking care not to be the two dances of the three hundred horsemen ahead, Margarita heard the voice.

"If you throw down your weapons immediately and tie them to us, fine! Because our blades are not pierced by the irresistible with a sword or a spear! I promise to harbor the wrath of burning myself in my belly and treat you with due gratitude!

It was delightful. The man was perfectly delightful.

He carried an army without realizing his misery, even though he could not count on any force in front of the Knights of the Holy Grail.

He waved his valve without being aware of pity when he said that no morality would be strong in front of the brave.

My face was there. There was a face there to be distinguished from the elephant, moving his tongue without being afraid of the great glow. Margarita laughed.

"I wonder if it means the blood of the stubborn, old and young alike, with Lucas. Sounds like a statement after knowing me as a brave man... but at the same time the name Margarita is in my possession again? Still throw up some spectacular language, huh?

When asked, the brave wording returned as expected.

"If your lord is royal, it is all the more so! Shame on yourself for scorning your duty and working evil and treachery! But if you are the king's sister Margareta, who burned the village of our realm, you can no longer go beyond self-reflection or self-reproach! Just take my blade quietly and don't perish! Now your lord is finished with the one who should not be in this world!

Laughed. Margarita laughed a lot and decided to play with this guy.

"Well done, I barked! Claim your reward!

He led 3,000 rides consciously. The man leads it by five thousand, so I cut it out that this is the right time to enjoy it. The nineteen hundred and ninety-seven horsemen let Gilly do it and make him opponent of the Knights of the Sword Horn. You'll win, but that doesn't matter. I'm glad I didn't get in the way.

Then the man made him fight against the holy army.

Desperate by the hilarious, painfully diligent, he jumped well and fought well with the men and the armies led by them. He was a good bunch of people. Even though he was used to being killed, he maintained unity without being frightened by the death of his fellow men and did not break the ranks by the time he was stubborn.

Margarita became obsessed. I wanted to collapse at all costs. In fact, it was about to collapse. But it recovers quickly. You just don't collapse, you even discuss the saint knight who moves at the will of the brave.

Then here's the deal. How about this? That's how it started to jump gradually. I was creative in the movements of the Holy Knights, and I thought of fighting by sweating in my hands. Let him slay, and let him poke, and let the flesh of the elements of the army cut off his life.

Still can't collapse. Sooner or later I would kill him all, but even at that last moment I felt something survive as a mood, and the margarata tilted its neck.

I guess it's high morale if you look at it big. A well-trained army has the power. But is that all? Will such a tunnel and commonplace be a force that can resist the divine authority of the brave? Was it to that extent, your radiant power?

No, it's not.

Something inexplicable is being exerted, and that is inhibiting the light of the brave. I feel that way. It's like some kind of swinging calorie. What the hell is this?

The margarator even stared. I don't see it as a force brought in by men dying one after another in front of another while they were watching. As evidence of this, decreasing numbers does not lead to decreasing power. It's not a force that can do this by itself the first man to bark in a good way. I don't think he's such a huge builder.

Is that it? Is it that fever? Is that pressure?

Is this Marco Hahato?

Would you say these are his unleashed spires? Is he also remotely acting to fight these soldiers, as the brave man himself manipulates the Holy Knight?

It moves vividly from time to time. If you look, every soldier's face shows his life history, and he enjoys everything with his mouth shut. I am sharpening my life on the matter of determination rather than claiming diversity complexity.

What is it, these people? How many are there? Whether you kill it or reduce it, it continues to impress a large number of people somehow. I'm convinced it won't collapse no matter what.

What am I fighting...... Margarita even thought about that very simply.

The incredible army was reduced. We should have halved the number. But it doesn't collapse. On the contrary, he let the formation change even though he was exposed to the constant attacks of the Holy Knight. I could understand how difficult that was from a military point of view. But with the action that followed, the margarata was to roar.

Let's break through this place.

Keep the Knights of the Holy Grail in battle with the brave, without falling into the glow or swallowing and crying with regret, and retreat to the high flag. Let's not show the misery of running away or begging for life, but pull it up with dignity.

It was difficult to forgive. That was an unforgivable act to refuse.

I was uncomfortable. What do you know about brave men? He is a superman who makes himself more glorious than anyone else, and who brings man to light and guides him. A human being must lie flat before a brave man and sing praises, and behind a brave man he must work his devotion with heartbreak.

That's what brave people are for. That's what humans are for. Yes... should be.

"Don't be complacent...... you have a human flair!!

The margarata provoked anger. I believed it was legitimate anger as a brave man. I pointed to the human army.

"Destroy him! Never let him escape! Drop every neck on the ground! Let every life fly to heaven! Put the whole thing on the blade! This is God's judgment!!

The Holy Knight was attacked. Like a spear thrown one horse at another, like an arrow unleashed, it served sufficiently as a weapon to kill a human being to carry out an attack.

Oh...... still doesn't collapse. I can't really collapse. They say it's a human flock!

What drives these uncomfortable people on the run? Or are you being protected by something?

How can you try to survive intensely while waving barbaric courage like a dead soldier? Experiencing mass-produced death and surrounded by it, without fear, despair or giving up, he rushes straight to the rising direction of the sun. I refuse to fall at night and it seems as if I am early to welcome you in the morning.

It was a landscape that crippled eclampsia. That was a totally eclampsia crippling landscape.

"Bend your own dwarf...... this......!

Stuck in words was also unpleasant. There was a strong urge to gush, which severely chopped inside the margareta's chest. I even had the feeling that I would be stripped of my raw skin.

Is this... is this pain caused by me? Or...?

It was painful. Margarita bit her teeth and swallowed a scream in the back of her pharynx. No, I couldn't bear to expose myself. I couldn't allow myself to do that. I was forced to suppress it.

I am the brave one. It is a being who has forsaken one of the lowly ones and made great countless of them his life. transcendental. It is the Savior. It is the divine will in the form of man.

Nonetheless, how could... how could you let these people...?

Very little... yes, it should be tiny... I can't look at it directly, but it should be distracting... but it must be.

And just so you know... even if it's very small... it's something you shouldn't have.

Yes, it's unforgivable.

You brave bastard! To this disease! You can't have admiration or anything!!

"Hehe... be honored. Lucas Ulyhalsilla and his gestures…"

Margarita smiled. I thought of one, but it was late. I had intended to include mercy, but I think it could have been around tongue-numbering, or a raging grin.

"Your good health... I'll overwrite everything white for you...!

chased away. Walked side by side. I rode a horse instead of hitting it. And I put my hand on the object covering the right side. To use the power of miracles. All you have to do is expose your right eye to the world.

I no longer intended to spare you. I didn't want to remember the time until I overlooked such discomfort. You have limited time to be a brave man anyway. And the consequences of being there are no different. Then I wanted to make things go faster. I was convinced I had a right to do so. I couldn't admit otherwise.

"Come on, line up the dumb side in front of me!

I saw it.

That's just it. There's a miracle that works, by the way. Margarita was excited by the real feeling of power. The sensation propagates as it is. Those who were running with a noseless look suddenly lost sight of the focus. That was delightful. It was painful. It was pleasant.

After all, after all, aren't humans and the like only to this extent!

There are three miracle powers of a brave man. One is the "Ozo of Knowledge”, where you can experience the findings of historical braves, one is the "Jihad bond” that freely manipulates the Saint Knight, and one is the “emotional infection” that strongly affects your emotions to your surroundings. It is the ability of wonder that was only forgiven by brave men with immense lives.

But Margarita thinks. Even if you're not a brave man, it's a big, small power that everyone has. The first one is particularly common. People learn a lot from the past and from existing. That's what culture is all about.

The only difference between the two remaining is the degree of superman and the ordinary man. It affects someone, whoever they are, and moves them to be convenient to them. Such a thing was also a favorite when she lived as a second princess. It is a multilayered structure in which such power relations overlap with human society.

An invisible spider's yarn stretched from the past and stretched endlessly...... like a prison that binds the present strongly...... everyone is entangled in such a thing and lives pulling each other. There is no escape technique. We are destined to be influenced, influenced and dying unfettered by the mere existence of human beings. It's just a depressing life everywhere with even emotions that don't go as far as you think.

It was only then that I, as a brave man, took superhuman influence for myself, and I didn't want to be influenced by anyone else. I wanted to enjoy this world freely, without being influenced by anyone and, on the other hand, against everyone.

That is the condition for accepting life as a brave man.

There is one hope on that. Run north for it. And you won't be far away from finishing your dream raw.

"Good boys... die smiling"

Released the Holy Knight. Until earlier, the men, who seemed to be like pigeons, would fall brittle and crumble like sandy mountains. It's easy. It's a little boring. But it is cleaner than to miss. That's it.

Blood blows up one after another. Meat falls and lives are scattered. Every one comes with red. Speaking of which, I ordered you to fly off your neck. The Holy Knight is serious and diligent. I will draw on the wishes of the margareta and kill them all at my best.

landscape as if to finish playing and clean up after...... where boredom was about to visit again, there was a voice ripped out of the air and screamed.

"Let's not humiliate humans! You retard!!

Did I say that, or the voice?

Even the white moonlight lit slaughterhouse has red mist, but you bark as if you were a king, as if you were a hero... as if you were a brave man? Did you express your anger by revealing your boiling fever? Did you claim it against the valiant men of the sacrament? It is precisely on this occasion that the miracle appeared.

One, a strange object was flying through the night.

All I'm saying is that I'm going to roar and fly and crush and push through any difficulty or obstacle. It's a... spear.

The tip of the spinning tip sets a perfect target for the margarator, and there is no doubt about it. It's blasphemously tearing apart the space where sanctity reigns and there's nothing to be ashamed of or shaken by.

Straight ahead. They're flying straight. Is it fast? I guess it's fast. Grunting and approaching.

You want me to hit it? You want me to stab you? No way. To the brave?

Are you talking about killing me to wear it or not! You brave bastard!

Brave...... Holy Superman says he's staring at a weak and miserable world right now!!

"What a liar a brave man is"

Ahead of that moment when he tried to pronounce his anger, the margarata heard his voice. It was a familiar voice somewhere, making it as if it were my own whining voice and not relying on my ears to echo my body and mind.

"You don't have the courage. You just didn't know anything. I thought me and that guy fought the same way... but the road we came through is different. What I've seen is different. Everything I've tasted and smelled is different. I'm not a brave man. I..."

The unnecessary pity filled my heart. The power of my hands and feet shriveled. My vision seeped in tears.

"I'm... scared. I'm afraid to die. I want to escape. How could I have been chosen by a brave man?"

Blood oil was creeping on the spear blade, and I could see it licked and stuffed by the wind of speed. The Holy Knight does not try to cope as slow. A spear comes through the frozen.

"I miss you... Eleonora...!

Instantly a needle grew from all over my body. So illusioned, Margarita put her hips on the horse. There was no screaming. Because he was biting his teeth intensely. I think it was a shame you didn't bite your tongue.

It was a chill until it was hard to believe. It was uncomfortable by the time it was awesome. It was so disgusting and distorted my vision.

Your memory, Topias! You miserably defeated, moronic brave man!!

I wanted to scream, but I didn't have that time. The margarata had to take off the crisis with the force of physical and psychological recovery. I didn't even have time to blink.

The spear was capturing a margarator in its fierce range. The Holy Knight can't make it. A spear impinges on you in time to stick without sound. Hard to avoid anymore. Twisting yourself is also dangerous. There is no shield in the margareta at all, and I have to pull out my sword and strike it in time or not...... I have to risk my life there. Try not to pull out the sword in the smallest motion.

Will it arrive? No, but... no, I can't make it.

The spear approached the distance it would reach if I reached it, and the sound of the metal smashing just clamped my ears at that moment, which was exactly what I was trying to pierce. It even sounds painful on my skin.

Almost at the same time a strong impact hit the margareta. Feeling floating, I learned that meant instant horsemanship. Take a passive attitude by checking into the rapidly shifting vision of the direction of heaven and earth. Another shock caught my breath. I stopped to lie down after about half a spin. Something big crossed my head. A horse. A military horse that he had crossed until now. Avoid being crushed.

He was hit by horseback riding with intense momentum. It's not an attack. The enemy is far away. There are only holy knights around.

It's Gilly.

The one-handed sword, which also conceals the eye area with a white mask in the helmet and rests barely on the horse, is shattered and broken from half. No, that's not all. He is wetting his arms and sword with unstoppable blood passing through his hand. It's probably bone. You must have broken your arm in a serious way.

The cause is that spear.

If the Margarita looked with her eyes, it was deeply stabbed in the neck of a desperate military horse. It's the military horse on the margarata. There is no distortion in the spear pattern either. On the contrary, it makes me think of the fierce leftover incense and trembles in small pieces.

What that means is shocking. Gilly's broken sword struck the tip of the spear, until the blade and arm were crushed, and only slightly derailed.

"What's up? Lead the Holy Knight. This is a woodland of puppets."

Said, Margarita found herself stagnant as if her heart had been paralysed. Because the Holy Knights are in strong harmony with their hearts, every horseman is standing in the same position and doing nothing. Only Gilly could move because he is a variant not influenced by the mind of the margarator.

If the mind moves, the meaning of the situation in which it is placed will also be understood as twisting.

By exposing his right eye, he showed a strong "emotional infection," and the rest was about to be wiped out without creation. Pay your time as a brave man and compromise on the entertainment to taste.

How about that? Just one spear has overshadowed everything. Margarita lost her horse and was forced to lay low on the ground. The brave man of the sacrament, is.

"... what about that guy?

"I left east. I can't chase him, but, well, he won't be trained where he chased him."

If you saw where Gilly was, the men to kill had already disappeared across the hill, and when gray dust drifted uncertain distances into the darkness at night, it just disappeared.

"What about the Knights?

"I had a response... that's an obsession. He even used the abandoned soldier to shake me off, so that he could chase the lead. Perhaps he also serves in the garrison."

That means I let him get away with it collectively. A sword spear against a brave man and an army against him.

"What's up? Stand up. A horse who has lost his rider is eating grass. The sword and spear are falling there. Restructure the army and advance the army. North. East. Or south. Whether you're here or not, it doesn't change that you're a brave man."

Words were released early in the arrow succession. Don't hesitate to say or do anything. I know that kind of guy better than the ex, but there's still a discord that hooks me up to my ear, and the margarata was asking without thinking about it while I was standing on my knees.

"Are you... Gilly?

"Call it what you want. I'm me. Who are you?

Asked the other way around. From behind the white mask, the eyes of the old man look at the margarata with a sharp eye.

"Are you no longer a brave man who was struck by an Imperial spear?

"I've sealed that memory. There's no way I'll ever remember it again."

I stood up saying it out. Lightly pay off your own dust. There are no injuries.

"I still feel nauseous. I can't believe there's an indolent end to a man who knows his face and voice."

"... do you want to die brilliantly"

"Oh, of course, isn't it? Life and death are both equally mine. It's something I should enjoy. I'm the only one who doesn't share it with anyone."

Across the horse he had the Holy Knight pull, Margarita again gained the view on the horse. In heaven is the glory of the moonlight, and in earth are soldiers. Corpses accumulate. Night breezes have the scent of war on them. The density of life and death circulates into the lungs.

Raw for fun. That's what I have in mind. There is no more lost than when I woke up white.

I just felt bored. I had no time, I sought pleasure, I just rolled a little. I decide to think so. No matter how much power you have over people, all the time is because you are tempted to tie up a margarator.

God can also do things like get everything. There will be more to not getting anything, such as humans. Still, if you're a brave man, if you're a superman, try to earn one of the most sought after places. The world should turn only to fulfill this wish. Let's pray to God if we have to.

Margarita raised her right hand and pointed in one direction with grace.

"North."

To the waiting place when it's full.

You'll meet a man to kill. To the land.

Brave Margarita and the Holy Grail Knights conjure up the night. Take that number as more than 4,500 rides.