Kuishinbo Elf

Holy History One Thousand Six Hundred and Third December 25, 4: 40 am. No. Base returned to Philimisia, and en route, he crossed our alma mater Langsten School.

So early in the morning, and before the sun rose, the lights were on in the school building. And there are armed students around the school.

The students of the school also took their swords voluntarily in the face of the crisis of national survival, but it seemed to be true.

Sure, there's a GD squad formed of students from a school called the GD School Team, but I never thought a large number of students would have gotten up so far.

"... on the other hand, I don't want them to fight, I wonder what I am"

"Ki-yu."

Apparently, I looked terribly pathetic. Tompei peppered my cheek and said, 'Are you okay?' I've been worried.

He's not the only one, aren't the beasts gathered in my private room turning a worried face?

"Thanks, I'll be fine."

"You don't have to be."

All of a sudden, a man's voice in my room in the base. There must have been only me and Beast in this room. But I was not surprised by this strange phenomenon. Because the man's voice was that of someone I knew well.

"When you go into a woman's room, you knock, Morben's old man."

"This is rude, I'll be careful from now on"

The Lord of the Voice was the Eight Priests of the Church of Chaos, Morben of prison flames. He has returned an abominable grin when he is flauntingly awed by my order. Damn, can't you recognize me as an enemy if I look like this?

No... is it impossible to talk from the ground up, such as recognizing him as an enemy?

"How dare you, well, move. You could have transferred to the base."

"The speed of travel has dropped, so I was able to transfer. It can't be transferred to a boulder at the highest speed."

Well, I guess so. No, the maximum speed of the base goes as far as Mach. What a suicidal act to transfer to a vehicle that travels at such a speed by specifying the coordinates.

Because if you do that, you have a good chance of * being in a mess *.

"Well, the reason I'm here is because I have something to give you directly."

"Oh, I guess so"

Morben's old man took a letter from his nostalgia and handed it to me. That was a letter written on a piece of paper with no weird philosophy whatsoever. But... the moment I hold it, something nostalgic rushes through me. Is this...!?

"The letter is from my Lord. It's all written down there."

Morben's old man smiled calmly as he left only that, disappearing from the room with a flaming flame. Apparently, I'm only really here to hand you the letter.

I open the folded letter and read the contents. That was terribly simple.

"Believe me..."

That's all the letter says. It doesn't say what, how, believe me.

But I felt something to be sure of. From this letter you can feel something like a thought. It's something darker than friendship, it's something darker than love. An overwhelming connection, something like [destiny] that can't be cut off.

"Do you mean the Chaos Church moves?"

After returning to Filimisia, the departure will be the final battle. Perhaps you will see the Chaotic Church intervening in that battle.

I don't know if I'm lucky or vicious, but there's only one thing I can do.

Believe me, that's just it. I feel it from this letter, warm thoughts.

6: 30 a.m., when the sun also began to rise. I was at the maintenance plant at the Golem Guild, and Mr. Durise at the Royal Palace contacted me urgently. It's about the arrow tip I was trying to get out of here after I was done with myself.

"It's Durise. Ertina, the defenses of the North and the South have been broken by ghosts'

'What!?'

Things have changed dramatically. He said that Al's old teacher and Fuuta, who had undertaken the north and south respectively, had turned to the stop of the moving fortress, so that they had been poked through a flash of ski and broken through the defensive network.

"To the north, General Gloria led the soldiers out. Count Yash is on his way to the south. But there are too few soldiers to intercept. '

'I guess. But no, the base squad also has personnel... no, you can't if you're feeling weak'

I tell Mr. Durise to send personnel from the base squad. The candidate is at Edward's disposal. He would distribute it well.

"Mr. Durise, now we have no choice but to make one breakthrough by surprise raid."

'Yeah, it's a sanctity. But I'm sure you will.'

There will be no basis for this. I have become more of a fighter in his words. Yeah, who does it if we don't do it here?

Protect our town. Protect the people you care about with no changeover.

"Command! A moving fortress breaks through the final line of defense! We're headed straight this way!

He changed his blood phase and the conductor rushed to the Golem Guild. Finally, the last clash with Alan is imminent.

"Are you here... Got it. I'm going out more than this."

"Ha!"

When I understand the order, the conductor will not rest until the next position is taken. He's fighting fine, too.

We can fight the ghosts because they tell us exactly what they want.

"Mr. Durise, apparently Alan is here. I'm going now."

"Yeah, good luck."

After finishing the "Telepass" with Mr. Durise, I noticed the signs behind me and turned around. Didn't you have all the crews from the base squad there?

Apparently, you saw my vibe, and you perceived something that wasn't just happening.

"El, it's finally a showdown"

Edward, the red uniform that you boast of has also broken everywhere, making it look painful. That's a testament to how hard we've been fighting. There are already verses in which he has come into battle not as a royal, but as a single warrior.

Whether that's good or bad is just hard to judge.

Oh, yeah. I guess it's bad. But if Edward pulls me in, I'm pretty sure I won't be going either way... Humm-hmm, let's stop thinking.

Anyway, when I say that, they say, "Don't you have the same thing?"

"Oh, this is going to be our last launch."

I told Edward that a ghost had broken through the defensive net and was approaching Filimisia from the north and south. Having heard the story, he did not distribute the personnel in a pale manner without any particular haste, forming himself into three units that could be described as ideal.

"Can't we help but have a small number? Elle, I can't follow you in numbers. But my heart is always with you... don't forget."

"Oh, okay. Everyone, please."

Troops heading north will be captained by Fokbert, while troops heading south will be captained by Edward.

I'm headed to the moving fortress approaching from the west, but this one's extremely small. That's in anticipation of Al's old teacher and being able to rendezvous with Fuuta.

We'll do the last gear check. No one to talk to, unusual tranquillity dominated the Golem Guild maintenance plant.

Cancer! Cancer! All the time! Doryuuuuuuuuuuuu! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Oh, no, it was fucking loud. I don't have half the working noise because I'm repairing the base.

"Oh... my ears, my ears!"

Your ears performed well and I was wasted by the noise, which caused my body to tremble with puffiness.

And while I was having white eye cramps, everyone's last equipment confirmation was discontinued. Crap.

"Guys, listen up. First and last [order]."

When I regained my mind and tightened my expression, I gave only one order to my fellow fighters who fought together on a naughty basis.

"Be sure to go home alive! I won't admit anything else!

"" "" Ooh!

No, the base squad split into three units and made their last outpost.

This is the last time I cry or laugh. Anyway, Philimisia lets me try to protect her.