Kuro no Maou

From the window of the half-broken castle, Ursula had a blurred view of the marks of the battle spreading beneath her eyes.

The carcasses of enemy allies entering the fortress, although already roughly cleaned up, were seen beyond the walls of the partly collapsed castle, with the scorching body of Gratney Octo, which had become a completely united, turning into a black hill and part of the terrain.

The carcass of a giant monster who can devour a whole fortress is where prompt removal is required, but it is clear to everyone that they cannot get their hands on it right now. There will be nothing we can do about the Crusaders not being reinforced.

But what Ursula is thinking nowadays is not about such post-war processing.

"Dear Chloe, Sister Yuri..."

Gratney Octo perished in a golden flame, and the numerous flocks that survived were scattered to the people and fled, finally deciding on the Crusader's victory - but the two, they did not return.

No, I actually know Ursula. The two did go home. Live a false life, not here, but where you really should go home.

"... I wonder if we've reached Sparda yet"

Today the moon shifts from the ice crystal to the first of the month of fresh water. Three days have already passed since the battle with Gratney Oct.

It was also enough time for Ursula, wiser than her age, to accept the reality that the two of them would never return to their own. Above all, she's witnessing the two of us from afar on her way back to Sparda.

Ursula quickly went outside after Gratney Octo crashed with a sounding roar.

Running up to the beautiful walls of the castle, I saw a fireball emitting a dazzling glow like the sun burning down a giant like a mountain with just one blow. Before the unimaginable power, it took a little while to realize that it was offensive magic.

As he began to understand the victory of the battle, watching the burning mountains of fire, he found a glowing figure on the streets leading to the Far Galahad Mountains.

If an angel is real, a divinely glowing little figure, as if it were exactly like that. He looked like a feathered girl, but soon only knew that the man next to him was Chloe. Put him down and nothing else, such as a man with a girl with missing hands and feet, wrapped around a heavy armor helmet.

Priest Chloe and Sister Yuri, it is also for a while that we have clearly confirmed the safety of the two and rejoice.

Only once, it looked like he looked back at this one. There is a good distance from the castle to here. It's hard to imagine that I noticed my gaze at a critical distance where I could confirm the shadow.

It was just a coincidence or because of my mind, that was the last moment I felt Chloe existed for Ursula.

Chloe starts walking down the street holding Sister Yuri as she is led by a shining girl. Towards the soaring Galahad Mountains, not the Alsace Fortress.

And then, the next moment they walk out, they disappear neglectfully. For a moment, their surroundings seemed distorted like the space twisted gnarly, right after.

The fact that it is magic such as twisting and bending the light to cover up the figure is a quick pin, although I can use the same abilities myself. She also knows that it is impossible to find those who have completely hidden themselves in that way.

Thus Ursula was left alone. The two promises that they will return will be defeated.

"I have to go home, too."

But Ursula had no wonder and no feelings of resentment toward the two of them.

There are untrained. I'm so sad I want to cry out, and I miss you so much I tremble. However, I knew very well that this was a future not far from home.

What I need to do to survive is return to the site of the 202nd Pioneering Village. And it is to build Leki's tomb there.

Then I don't know what's ahead. I don't even want to think about it.

Too heavy for Ursula, who is only a twelve-year-old girl, such as the story of a lonely future.

"Goodbye, Dear Chloe..."

Ursula followed the scene with a truly emotionless, cageless look, feeling the loss as if her heart had become cavity.

Three days after the battle, it's still noisy inside the Alsace fortress.

There are a large number of soldiers injured in the battle, and countless repair sites in the impending collapse of the castle. Even the original defensemen, plus all the villagers on the west side are gathered more than the 202nd, so it's only natural to make more noise than that if you're just living.

Now that the crisis has completely just left, there's a sunny smile on everyone's face, and the kids are innocently running around outside. Originally, Ursula is supposed to be one of the kids playing around... but having experienced a harsh battle that wouldn't survive those adventurers made Ursula honestly feel like she wasn't going to be part of the circle of play anymore.

"Hey, you were here, Miss Ursula"

It was still today the heavily knighted armored squadron leader Cliff who spoke to Ursula, who wandered all over the castle and took a long walk. Ryan and I are friends of the dog monkeys, and Cliff is called Moyashi for something, but Ursula admitted it quite well as a comrade who somehow dived through the fierce battle together.

Against a man other than Chloe, he is basically an eye-catching Ursula from above.

"What's wrong, Cliff?"

"Earlier, crusader reinforcements arrived. As early as today, we might be able to set sail back to the village."

reinforcements, when it comes to soldiers literally coming, but what matters to the villagers is the aid they bring.

At least, the Crusaders are not terminal enough to cut off all the pioneering people. Even though it was defeated by Sparda, it was the Third Army, a coalition of nobles, who suffered the pain. The First and Second Armies of the Church, which form the core of the power, are alive and well together, and do not imitate the blatant abandonment of the pioneering people of the brotherly Crusaders.

Reconstruction of the pioneering village is difficult, but it would never have been possible if the patronage of the Crusades had nevertheless been guaranteed.

"Yes... finally, I can go home"

Are you still going back to the village?

"There's no other place to go."

"I think with your magical prowess, you could be the ace of a crusader's magician squad, but aren't you willing to volunteer?

Would Chloe be angry that, over this period, she would still let her children fight?

But Cliff never has any other intentions, and Ursula doesn't offend her because she simply knows she appreciates the power of 'White Night Fork Princess (Anastasia)'. In everything, it seemed a pleasure to have my strength recognized.

"I have no reason to fight anymore."

"So is that... sure, you should have a peaceful life in the church from now on forever,"

To the lonely Ursula, I honestly don't think that's a happy thing, but I appreciate Cliff's care in saying so.

"Well, then, me, I'll go back to everyone"

"Oh, goodbye. May God bless you."

Breaking up with Cliff, who dropped me off with a graceful knight's courtesy, Ursula would have already begun to get ready to leave, heading to the face of the 202nd village.

If you're not willing to play like a child, it would be more distracting to have even done something appropriate to help.

For now, I don't have that many of my own belongings, and they come together really compact thanks to the Spatial Magic (Dimension) Pouch that Chloe gave me.

So what Ursula should think is that if he says this, he has no ex or son, but carries Leki's body,.

It is clear that Ursula made a significant contribution in this battle, even without Cliff's eye. With that in mind, Leki's body was combined with being delivered and stored in a coffin so that she could be buried in the 202nd village without being cremated together with the soldiers who had lost their lives.

Leki lies in a simple white painted coffin, not unlike when he detached from the squid he was pulling on, looking beautiful, as if he were asleep. And now I'm like, "Hey! I said," I think I'm going to get up, and I saw Leki's face just before the coffin lid closed.

The emotions of those left behind vary, but simply from a material point of view, a coffin is huge. At least, it's not the size you can carry on your own.

I need to put it in the carriage to transport it, but I can rub it if I make room in advance. It's about Randolph, so with the grown-up idea that we know we're extracting well, but we need confirmation, Ursula came back to the entrance to the castle where the villagers would be gathered.

The front door is blown clean and refreshing from wall to wall, and it's more of an outdoor feeling than an earliest entrance. However, there was no other suitable place as an inlet for large numbers and large baggage to get into, so it was used as such.

From the exposed entrance, I do see, as Cliff put it, a large carriage of carriages and dragon cars flying the flag of the cross stopping inside the fortress in rows with Zorozolo.

If you think the villagers are swarming like zombies before the long-awaited support supplies, the noise is also convincing...... but there was a very suspicious atmosphere. It's kind of weird. Ursula sensed such signs.

"... what the hell"

While suspicious, Ursula, whose curiosity prevailed, decided not to think deeply about it and mix it with a herd of wild horses.

Bringing soldiers and villagers closer to the scene of the noise, overflowing with entrances.

I can hear you arguing. As for Ursula, who has already jumped into the crowd, it is difficult to grasp the situation without getting out to the front row. Half-witted and forcefully thrust, she finally arrives.

"- So you don't know that. Stick together!

It was Ryan who was in the heart of the noise.

It is usual for a short-tempered man to yell, but it was somehow inferred from his previous relationship that the expression was from when he was genuinely angry.

What, it's just a fight? Sounds like Ryan to me.

I didn't think so because Ursula knew who was relative to him.

"Oh, that's... heretical interrogator"

It was a group of white costumes, symbolic of the Cross.

Standing in the lead and arguing with Ryan is a young woman, wrapped in a coat of law with a design that makes the monastic garment pure white as it is and just adds a little more decoration. Can I call it a girl? Adults will be beyond, but less than twenty.

The chestnut hair peeking from the white headscarf (wimple) is lustrous and has a conspicuously neat and beautiful face...... a mockery distorted by sadistic stirs discomfort without any help.

Ryan is not beating his angry Iron Fist to the woman's face because he stands neatly behind her, in a pure white robe covering her whole body, with a bright white triangular headscarf covering her head and face softly.

If it's just the robes, they're still the guys with the triangular headscarves like a joke, but they have a great sword (claymore) on their backs that mimics the cross of alignment, and if they laughed at them at all, they're sending out such vicious signs of killing that the next moment they think a sharp flash relentlessly releases them.

In fact, they come slaughtered without any mercy or mercy if they consider themselves enemies. Its cruelty, its ruthlessness, is what makes it a testament to faith, Sinclair's most feared fanatic - that is the 'heretical inquisitor'. It was the name of the man who was supposed to execute Ursula for rampant drain abilities.

Why are these people in such a place? Before thinking, Ursula tried to turn her heel back and leave without one or two, with a sense of crisis commanding her to run through her whole body.

"-!?

"Oh, you seem to have come out of yourself, you filthy Everarm curse"

A woman inquisitor with a snake-like grin captures Ursula.

Found it. It's also clear that you would be looking for yourself from that mouthful.

Pushing and killing a sense of fear that seemed to solidify as Cocatrice stared at him, Ursula tried to escape by dividing it into human waves as it was, but it had already lost it late by the deadly.

"Ugh!

When the hell did you show up? At the edge of his vision, a strong impact ran on his abdomen the moment he wondered if a big man with a white triangular headscarf had been seen.

Two- and three-turn hard stone floors. I'm not even sure if he was beaten or kicked, but Ursula realized in her hazy consciousness that she was being thrown out in front of the female inquisitor.

"Hey, it's okay! Damn, Teme, aren't you ashamed of yourself for being such a kid!!

"Aren't you ashamed to be a believer in sheltering such a curse?

Ryan's anger and the voice of the female inquisitor sound like they're coming from somewhere far away. I have a definite memory of that feeling of fuzziness and unreality, like being in a dream.

At a young age when I'm not even clear about my intentions. But breathless and painful as being in the water...... yes, as if living in the first orphanage.

"Make up your mind! What did he do?

"It's already been looked into. White foggy drain ability...... right, the same power of the cursed and the devil as that abominable curse king"

No, this is not a curse. Lord Chloe taught me, a magical power (original) to protect myself and the people I care about - yes, all I wanted to scream about was feelings, coughing like I was stuck breathing out of Ursula's mouth.

"Heh, you're kidding me, Teme! While we were desperate to hang out with the octopuses, did Temehe and the others kill time with the research? You can't just come here and say what you want now, Cora!!

Two triangular headscarves stand in front of Ryan, who flies a corner bubble and still brings up his grasping pneumonia to the female inquisitor. The hand held the claymore pattern on his back, and he said darkly that if he took another step, he would truncate it.

"Don't yell at me too much in my ear, will you? I'm saying it for you and the people gathered here... there's no such thing as us, the duties and powers of the heretic inquisitor, or not knowing, is there?

"... you're threatening us."

From Ryan's forehead, a glimmer of cold sweat flows down.

If you grew up in the Sinclair countryside, it's almost like a fairy tale, such as the story of a heretic inquisitor, but Ryan, who lived in the Holy City of Elysion, knows. For them the execution of pagans is a daily tea meal. It feels the same way to slap your neck and sign the paperwork.

But above all, the scary thing is that those who harbour pagans who are to be executed can also be killed without any hesitation. The fact that, although rarely, 'purification' was still carried out, which is burned down from village to village, is harshly several times. If it is urgent, the Church openly acknowledges the power of the heretic inquisitor to cut it off.

In other words, if you do poorly, all the people in the pioneering village here could be executed.

"Ugh, don't get me wrong. We are never lunatics who are happy to get their hands dirty with the blood of their countrymen."

When the female inquisitor waves gently in an elegant motion, the two triangular headscarves retreat from front of Ryan just because she understands.

"We're here as part of policing. Until then, Pandora was an evil land for the devils to travel on. Even though how much of the Crusader's 'liberation' has been accomplished, we still don't know what evil beings are hiding behind."

I heard the rest of Daedalus was swept away at the hands of the Apostle.

"Yeah, yeah, that's a great job to be an example to us. We are chosen by God and not at the feet of the Holy Apostle, but we are also doing our very best… Yes, we are doing a cunningly hidden infidel searching, like the curse who is here."

I can't say enough that her rhetoric is unbuilt. It is true that it is one of the main duties of the heretical Inquisitor to find and kill the infidels lurking in the territory.

And there is still a tough search for remnants in the capital, Daedalus, and as much to Ryan as I've heard from the wind rumors.

"But that's why... why at a time like this..."

To such a periphery on purpose, it also makes me puzzled, even if not Ryan, that the heretical interrogator appeared as he had intended for this time, now that the village had finally overcome the perish.

"You know what, it'll be decided. For a long time now, the 202nd Pioneering Village has been watching as suspicious. Don't you have any idea?

The female inquisitor grins satisfactorily at Ryan's reaction, which distracts him with a face like a bitter bug bite.

"Don't worry, dull. We have no intention of subjecting all the villagers to heretical interrogation. Demons always confuse innocent people with sweet words… Waking up the deceitful good believers is also our mission"

Little by little, I see the story.

In short, if you honestly hand over the person (Ursula) that the heretical interrogator was marking, the safety of the villagers is guaranteed. But if you shelter or reluctant to do so, that's not the case.

It was a really simple request that even Ryan could understand immediately.

"Nice to meet you, huh? Then get him."

Shortly after I pinch any objection, the white arm of the triangular headscarf is stretched out to Ursula, who remains fallen at the feet of the female inquisitor.

Sleek, Ursula who doesn't show a resisting bare gesture, but gets an unmade grasp of the glossy silver-haired twin tail and rises forcefully with momentum.

"Huh!

I raised my painful voice and tried to reach for my reflexively grabbed hair, her thin wrist grabbed by another triangular headscarf. That's not just getting caught in the arm. In the next moment, silver handcuffs were put on, making a blunt metal noise with chatter, stiffening both wrists of Ursula.

Ancient letters of blue light floating blurry on the surface of silver. Only Ryan, with his qualities as a knight, and Ursula, who feels the effect, would have realized that it had a magical sealing effect.

"Ugh, ah..."

Are you surprised that you've been restrained from magic, or are you shocked that you've been handcuffed yourself, Ursula just groans like a tremor.

I don't think that figure is a sorcerer in the face of a very horrible crowd of monsters. In fact, Ursula, sealed with magic, was nothing but a helpless child with no power whatsoever.

Ursula, whose arms were caught from both sides by a large triangular headscarf so that she could hold them half way, began to be taken straight - and as she tried, Ryan finally raised his voice.

"Wait..."

Though I have said it, it is obvious from the look on his cold sweat painted face that I have not remembered any words or reasons worthy of pulling it off.

"The evidence is yours..."

"Yes, I do. If you're going to do some digging, I'll do some digging."

"He's a credit to this battle, why take him on his own -"

"No problem. His Excellency Baron Hellman will receive a formal circular from the Church later."

"Damn... same, you're a crucifix... he's still an apprentice, but he's still a Sister"

"Wearing the skin of a priest is a constant means for the devil to interact with people."

All the objections you can come up with are sadly smiled at. In the first place, those who are acting with conclusions from the beginning cannot be stopped by reason either.

"What happens to Ursula..."

"This woman is suspected of falling into the blood of Avraham, the curse king of Evraham. First, take him to the cathedral in Daedalus. So after a harsh interrogation, you'll be interrogated."

It is too famous a story that there has not been one person in the past who has been acquitted after being interrogated heretically.

At the time of being handcuffed this white, Ursula's fate was decided.

"Although I have long been convinced that this woman is an authentic curse who draws the blood of the Curse King, without having to do any research... oh, now that I remember her, I still think about her hair."

Mouth it as if you've known Ursula's magic for a long time. But there's no way Ryan can ask me that in detail, nor can Ursula herself, who suddenly loses herself, afford to remember if she has any knowledge with this female interrogator.

"So you don't have any more questions? Now, if you'll excuse us. I thank you for your cooperation in pagan captivity. We sincerely wish you a speedy recovery."

Deliberately and gracefully, the inquisitors return their heels.

There is no voice to stop them from leaving, and there can be no such thing as a man who wants to put his body up and stop them, nor can he appear.

Ryan could only stare at Ursula's little back, dragged by a triangular headscarf, with a toothpick so strong that his back teeth could be crushed. Here, even if one of you is rampaged, it doesn't make sense.

regarded as a rebellious willant and disposed of on the spot. No, maybe the inquisitors won't have to put their hands on it, and the soldiers and villagers gathering here will crush them. Because no one wants to eat extra bits and stuff against the bad.

You wouldn't find it comfortable to imitate one girl to sacrifice. However, any irrationality must be tolerated if the other person holds the right to the deprivation of life or death.

That's the same as Ryan. No matter how much I regret it, he also has a family, company and a future to rebuild.

To protect, if you are to die fighting bravely, it would still be too harsh to challenge a total futile death.

"Shit, shit... anyone... somebody, help me..."

There couldn't have been such a convenient 'someone' or something.

Already, Priest Chloe left. That's why I can say it all. Someone like him who stands unreasonably by his life and has the power to just defeat… how many people in the world would there be?

"Heroes" who can save everything are nowhere else.

"Who..."

Still, I can't help but hope for salvation.

Where I wished, God wouldn't reach out to salvation or anything, even if I knew it.

It is therefore man who performs miracles.

"- Faaackin, Biech!!

The moment that unintelligible cry sounded, Ryan doubted my eyes.

In the face of the female inquisitor who can follow the triangular headscarf, a suddenly popping figure slaps his fist firmly in his grip.

I don't know when or where that person came from. There was no time for the surrounding triangular headscarf or to move to halt it, for too quick an exorcist offense.

At the moment when the female inquisitor looked back at the signs of some approaching, a facial punch had already been established.

"Heb-"

The female Inquisitor's body dances through the universe, leaking something like a groan for only a moment. A spiral of blood erupts from his crushed nose as he circles beautifully with a circle. A kind of artistic blowup, however, comes to an unbroken end by a twist of gravity.

To the hard stone floor of the entrance, her body was struck hard with no reception or anything, rolling about a few meters of gobble with momentum before finally stopping her movement.

"Ugh, lie, you know..."

Hard to believe is not the punch force that lightly punches adult women in the body. Nor is the fact that the great fool who raises his hand to the heretical Inquisitor exists on this occasion.

The hardest and most surprising thing to believe is who the killer is.

Flushing blue monastic clothing. Shiny blonde short hair features left-right bouncing creases like dog ears. In his patchy, open eyes, he had eyes gleaming bright red like flames.

"... Leki, is it?

Ursula asked that to the most familiar girl in the world standing in front of her, feeling like she was even daydreaming.

"Yeez! Aurai! So, it's okay now, Death, Ur?

That face, that voice, that trick. As everything is remembered, completely indispensable, she was a leech.

Before the smile of his best friend who could play, Ursula thought, please, if you dream, don't wake up.

But a testament to the fact that the sight in front of us is not just a sweet fantasy is the presence of two triangular headscarves that bind Ursula.

The two are moving as early as possible to ruin with blood the inspiring reunion to be called a miracle.

"All of you, you dorsal gods"

"Kill"

The two lines of action coincide immediately. A female interrogator has already been beaten up. It was too much of a situation to truncate without warning.

Without insulting the kid for jumping in, the triangle headscarf quickly fits in and reaches for the claymore he carried -

"Hey, if you were Slolly, Lord Chloe enough to get acquisitions, you'd be dead with another blow in there, wouldn't you?

It was Leki who hit the lead.

Just before the triangle headscarf asked if I should grip the claymore pattern, what Leki rolled out was a kick. There is no streamlined mould or anything, it is just a kick before rolling out at will.

But that kick foot shoots and smashes the knee of a triangular headscarf in a straight line, with Leki's whispering weight and the intense power he has on him.

"Grr!?

With the dull sound of the bones crushing, a low groan leaks from across the triangular headscarf.

From the looks of it, the girl just kicked me in the leg like a joke. But the destructive force brought about by that kick was eloquently told above all by the broken leg, shaped from knee to reverse difficult.

Taking the sword is not easy, and the kicked triangle headscarf falls to the front on the spot.

And there's no way Leki is watching that for a long time.

At that moment when the triangle headscarf fell all the way down, Leki was grabbing and pulling out the claymore on his back with his little hands.

"Die! You Barbados kid!!

From the other triangular headscarf, the blade of the great sword is swung down over Leki's head. A blow with the momentum and sharpness that the child and others are likely to be able to twin vertically but only vainly into the stone floor.

I tapped into a blow all over my body. There's already no sign of the Barbados girl.

Could the triangle headscarf have understood that it was not a phantom or anything, just that Leki was moving quickly?

"It's Omae, Dace! Fuckin ', Sinclain!!

Claymore's blade jumps with momentum like a sea dragon jumping out of the water. Leki was a sword long enough to cross a blade incompatible with his body, yet he was releasing a poke in a strangely accustomed motion.

The tip of the diseased white blade leaps into the throat of the triangular headscarf without dimension.

"Dari!!

Shouting in my native language, which means death, if I shook it down thoughtfully, my neck flew, lighter than taking a fruit's heel.

Leki snapped with a refreshing look somewhere as she took a shower of blood.

"Tweezy, after all, killing an enemy (human) is no big deal, Death"

"... Leki, why"

What is the inquiry to which Ursula's mouth was poked and answered? I wasn't sure myself, but Leki answered.

"Ur, Leki helps Death. 'Cause Leki's the better sister, from Death!

"I'm only a year old."

Naturally, such a return came out of my mouth.

"Still, your sister is your sister, Death!

That's a reproduction of the conversation we had one day. Ursula, Leki, accidentally, and so on, were laughing out.

"... Leki, thank you... sorry"

"That's enough, that's enough, Death"

That's how they hug each other. In the eyes of a circle, with tears.

I feel it in my arms, definite presence and warmth. That had shown Ursula that Leki's presence was neither illusory nor undead.

Seriously, Leki is' resurrected '.

"But really, why... Leki was indeed dead"

"Howa!? Leki, he was dead. Death!?

"... Huh?

Apparently, the miracle of resurrection of the dead is unknown to the person it happened to. Leki is seriously surprised, so he opens his eyes.

"Noon! Leki is not dead, Death. I just slept a little long, Dace, Sleeping Beauty!

"... yes, is it?

"Jesus! Because neither Ur's voice, nor Chloe's voice, was deathly heard!

In that testimony, Ursula recalls. A record book (documentary) that I read in the library of Priest Nicolai, not even very interesting, before I still came to the continent of Pandora.

It was written there that the man who fell from poisoning, three days and three nights, even while he was falling unconscious weight, had clearly heard the conversations of his family and friends, doctors and priests who were being exchanged around him, he said after recovering. In other words, while a person is in a seemingly unconscious coma, his consciousness can also be clearly awake.

But instead of just sleeping, Leki stopped breathing and pulsing, becoming a complete corpse. It seemed to Ursula that although there was too much difference between coma and death, nevertheless, from Leki's words, he was apparently in the same situation as the man who collapsed with poison.

"So know now that Master Chloe is gone, Mass. Besides, what Ur was doing alone and seemingly lonely... I knew Ur couldn't do without Leki with him, Death!

"Yeah, yeah... me, I can't... I couldn't do anything by myself..."

Two of them defeated Gratney Octo: Chloe and Sister Yuri. And instead of being able to hold him back as he leaves, the Inquisitor quickly caught him and the end of him about to be executed.

Even with magical powers, it was too much to understand my powerlessness.

"From now on, Leki is Death with Ur all the time. If you two stay together, it doesn't matter what happens, Dace!

Bloody, yet dazzling everywhere, Leki smiled and said so forcefully.

"But... what are we going to do from here?

"Ooh, that's syncing now, Dace."

Around the two stands dozens of triangular headscarves that have already exaggerated Claymore surrounding them with glitter. There were also other magician classes holding white longcanes (staff), which had developed too much force to seize the two children.

One of my people has already been killed, so a natural response. He hasn't been slashed yet with a grudging voice, probably because he's alert to the power of Leki, who snapped the neck of a brightly triangular headscarf.

"Ugh, guh... what are you doing, you guys don't..."

It was the battered female interrogator who broke the pressing silence flowing between Leki, who lays his sword to shelter Ursula, and the surrounding triangular headscarves. Stand up like a zombie, concealing with the hem of a monk a tragic face whose nose will probably be sinking and whose front teeth will be crushed.

"Hurry up and kill that heathen fucking kid!

The triangular headscarves silently transfer the order of the exorbitant female inquisitor to execution. At the end of the cane raised, the burning light magical glow lit, and the avant-garde with the sword set in place took a step.

"We have no choice but to escape by force."

"Just what Leki thought, too, Dace! Come on, Ur, help me, Death!

A flash of claymore runs there as Ursula pokes her arms in magically sealed handcuffs. Leki broke the shackles of her best friend when she breathed.

"The fanatics will wipe them out -" Princess White Night Fork (Anastasia) ""

"Go Death! Go, Fire -"

The brawl of the sword trident and magic flying, should have begun.

"Fire!

Who cried out for it?

But it was enough to move the crowd here who had to shut up and be thorough with bystanders.

"Fire! It's a fire, everyone, run!

Stupid, it can't be such an open place. Such suspicion sounded right after, Don! blown away by an explosion that

Everyone witnessed the sudden explosion of their white dedicated carriage - which was parked behind the murdering heretical inquisitors - and began to blaze.

As if the advanced attack magic of the flames had struck directly, the four horses, whose church-specified body with a cross on white was instantly swallowed by flames and remained connected, instantly panicked by the intense bursting sound and the scorching heat felt right behind them.

At the same time as the sorrow rises, four horses run wild. Yes, the carriage began to rampage while connecting the giant fireball to the transformed body. This, in front of the front door that could be overflowing with people.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Hey, run! Hurry up and get in the castle!!

"What are you doing, get out of the way! Here they come!?

People move together before a burning crisis, as if they had completely forgotten about the Inquisitor's catch or something. The destination is the main entrance to the castle. To execute Leki and Ursula in the name of God, a wave of people caught in an instinctive state of panic, just like horses, pushed more and more to the impenetrable training ground where the Inquisitor held the sword.

It was truly an avalanche-like momentum, with no allies or enemies of God, and drank and went.

"Then be an idiot! Yeah, get out of the way, get out of the way! Still killing pagans..."

The voice of a woman inquisitor screaming like crazy about something is also abruptly dismissed in front of people fleeing in fear. That was the same with the armored triangular headscarf, which, due to the myriad people who had suddenly interrupted the battlefield, was, at the earliest possible moment, no longer a noise where it was attacked.

"Leki, it's now!

"Yea!

this wave of people going out. Fortunately, Leki and Ursula run out hand in hand. In the midst of this confusion, no matter how many heretical inquisitors we can chase.

The two little ones are in a dense crowd, half screwed up, yet somehow succeed in running into the castle.

Through the entrance and into the appropriate passage, he stopped there once.

"Leki, Ursula"

For one thing, I can inadvertently speak to two people who take a breath of "Phew" for taking off their predicament.

"Ah, village chief Randolph"

"Hey, village chief, it's been a while since you've been dead!

Randolph, who appeared, greeted the two first with a fond grin of people.

"In the meantime, we're both safe and above all. But soon the noise will subside and the heretic inquisitors will begin their search. Now, run away."

I didn't think Randolph would tell me that, even if he didn't say so.

"I have a horse on my back. Sure, Leki got horseback riding, huh?

"Ooh! Sengu!

"... why are you doing that?"

In contrast to Leki, who is honestly delighted, Ursula turned the color, even disbelief, towards Randolph, who smiles.

"It's both brother-in-law and affair. They both fought for their lives for the village. It is only natural for me to reward you for your benevolence."

"But that's usually why I can't do this."

"Was Ursula aware? It's a boulder, you're really smart."

It was only after this time that Randolph appeared.

Suddenly, the carriage burned, not just accidents, etc. It was clearly arson, at the hands of men.

"I've heard that Randolph Village Manager used to be a gang boss, a baking celebrity."

"It's embarrassing, it's a really long time ago. I haven't done this in a long time, so I totally misadded and subtracted... I didn't expect it to burn so well"

Ha ha, and Randolph with a troubled kind of affectionate laugh, looks no different than usual. A regular middle-aged man everywhere, with an unreliable look somewhere.

Ursula also once knew by stealing and listening to a conversation between Priest Nicolai and the former village chief who was talking about Randolph's past, but could not believe it was true until now.

"It's been a long time since I've washed my legs, but still, I'm an intrigued, in-laws, a human being. I'm Nintendo, what a stupid gangster who risks his life for his pride. For me like that, I think the first time the two of us work is a benefactor worth risking our lives for, but returning it... well, I've made my kids fight, so I can't say I can give it back to you to this extent."

"Non, thank you Death!

"Yeah, but... shelter us, the village's fine, right?

"Ha ha, your arms aren't as blunt as a boulder finds out. The truth is, it would be best if we could hide him just like Lord Chloe... a very impossible story for us now that we have lost our village. I'm sorry, but there's nothing better than having the two of you run away."

Truly the best thing for the village would be to stick the two of them out to the heretical inquisitors. If I can be charged with letting the heathen escape, it will definitely not be good for the village first.

I wasn't willing to bump a single grudge or anything into Randolph, who even helped me at such great risk.

"Anyway, from the beginning, I was going to go after Master Chloe, so no problemo, Death!

"What?"

It's not a wack I didn't think about, but it's too leki to say so naturally and Ursula gets anxious instead. Because the possibility was to try not to deliberately think about it on the grounds of your helplessness.

If I met Chloe again, would he accept with a smile? I'm not sure. Being rejected was more terrifying than anything else.

"Leki is about Lord Chloe, Death who hasn't given up! If they get away with it, let them chase you everywhere, Mars!

"So, but..."

"Besides, the only place Chloe has left is the Demon Nation, Death."

This is the territory of the Sinclair Republic, that is, the land of Alsace, at the far end of the sight of the heretical Inquisitor. From here, just over one mountain, the escape is complete.

Just as cunning bandits are forming near the border, it is an indisputable fact that it is a simple and effective way.

"Go, go, East!

"Sparda is on the west side. Oh, yeah, Leki, let me tell you one thing. About the Reason for Resurrection"

It would be more Ursula than Leki himself at the time that attracted my interest in it. Leki herself has no idea that she was dead.

"I had an old relationship with Priest Nicolai, and when I took Leki away, he told me this story. You may be drawing the blood of the Barbados royal family."

"... royalty, Death?

Imichi, the pin and the leki on the face that hasn't come. But it doesn't matter. Randolph kept talking.

"Both me and Priest Nicolai thought it was only a possibility, a rumor with no roots or leaves... but I was convinced that you were back. The legend is famous that Beowulf, Barbados' barbarian king, who was fought by the white brave Abel, came back and continued to fight no matter how many times he tried. Sure, we're talking about the immortal spiritual beast that looks like a wolf, but I'm sure Leki has the same power."

"Uh-oh, I have no idea, Dace"

Even less pinned incomprehensible face leki, but neighbor Ursula had some convincing look.

"It means that Leki has a strong power that can resurrect him even when he is on the brink of death. Of course, I don't know if I can resuscitate again next time, but be careful with your body."

"Jesus! No more unconsciousness, Death! Maeby!"

"Come on, go already. Turn right at the penetration of this aisle and you'll be right behind it."

As he listens, Ursula recalls the internal structure of the castle that he has been able to walk behind in the last few days. Randolph's right, there's a door out the back if you turn there. And the fact that the western gates are also open because of the continued clean-up after the war.

If you get on the horse, the rest will be able to jump straight out already. There was nothing left to stop the two of us.

"Until now, thank you, Mayor Randolph"

"Thanks, Death!

"No, welcome. God bless the two of you who travel - no, you don't have to do that anymore. You two must be able to fulfill your wishes on your own."

Leki and Ursula then hold hands again and take a friendly step.

"Let's go, Leki. To Lord Chloe."

"Jesus! Now it's time to follow me everywhere with you Day!!

Barbados, Everam, heathen, second-degree divine people... Two girls travelled towards a world free of any smugness, wide, free