Level 99 First Territorial Management by Adventurers

White sword and black sickle.

Two blades clash.

Verga bounces back the blow that Valtrude waves down in a motion that can be described as unproductive. As it was, he waved the Great Sickle on a similar track just in return.

I'm not skilled or anything. It's just a deadly blow as if you bend your destiny.

I can't resist it with a shield.

Having so decided, the Cathedral Knight (Paladin) forcefully intercepted the Divine Subjugator by pulling back the Demon Sword.

The blade of God, which is rhythmically met, cannot be lacking on both sides. Like the two of us waving it, it sounded like a beautiful investigation on the battlefield.

"A concubine can give her son-in-law a wider world, an opportunity to be active"

"There's no way Yut would want that"

"Is there someone born a boy who doesn't want to rule?"

"Because you only see one side, you are!

Flip from impending. Pushing back Verga with only one hand's arm force, Valtrude leaned back heavily using that recoil as well.

Use the momentum to wave down the Succubus Sword.

The illusion of the eye or the blade seemed to turn huge all around.

"Bring your son-in-law into the political arena. What do you say?"

"I wanted to be with you! Sorry!!

"I'm sorry it's decided!!

- It's not an illusion.

The Demon Sword is wrapped in a Golden Spirit (Aura), gaining more than twice the Attack Range as usual. Not as good as Exile's Spike Flail, but it poked at the empress's void.

Haven't used it for a long time. No, the ability that I didn't even need to use.

The more I had to do that, the more powerful the Empress was.

You're supposed to be an amateur in battle, but the movement of the evil demigod is accurate. Each and every step of it is as if it paints a definitive future.

"But if I hadn't, Yut would have gone home alone, wouldn't he?

"It's just a careless woman's bullshit to follow."

"Let me tell you something!

The blow of the Devil's Sword, with the protection of 'immense', does not, however, reach Verga. Unexpectedly for the Redhead Empress, but not for her treasure (artifact).

One of the treasures that symbolizes the kingdom of evil. A ring placed on your left hand reacts to the Lord's crisis and activates a barrier of magic.

It was a valtroude that beat it as easily as glass, but in the meantime, it got into the nostalgia.

"With me, I don't know if Yut is happy. But I'm happy. Not on top of this! What makes anyone deny it?"

It is no longer the distance of the sword.

Not even the distance the sickle can swing freely, but I guess the evil demigod will do anything.

I intuited that, the Cathedral Knight was quick to judge and act. Visit Verga to beat up a shield integrated with a cage hand.

But on the verge of it hitting, the red-haired empress forcefully interrupts the Great Sickle pattern, once again antagonizing the two in the air.

"At any rate, it would be one of the three. No, more?

"Huh. Is that what you are? Isn't that a lot narrower?"

"What's wrong with wanting to monopolize my dear man"

"It's not bad. I'd be lying if I didn't feel the same way."

While comparing forces, the ability of Boots of Flying, a military shoe in flight, kicks into the sky and kicks into Verga's flank.

The red-haired empress dared to take it and waved the Great Sickle sideways as she stayed in the sky.

"But both Alcia and Acorn are no longer 'comrades'. You don't know, do you? Have a good time loving one man with trusted friends."

Even with the impending black blade, Valtrude doesn't panic.

Further into the leg, when Verga loses his posture, he uses the momentum to shake off his kicking leg to wave down the Succubus Sword.

Again, the white sword and the black sickle.

Two blades clashed.

"... what a motivation to kill you"

Such a clash between the Virgin and the demigod is also a curse against a man if you only listen to his voice. On the contrary, it is even partially cursory.

And while dealing with the monsters breaking into the Tubasa, you can't even turn a blind eye to battle over it.

"Frost Bolt"

"Jesus My Master"

By virtue of his true name's life (Mei), a magic formation is projected from Makina. Two cold-air arrows fired from it shot Skeleton.

"Everyone looked and pretended not to look, but you made it clear!

"That's your husband."

"Ha ha..."

Petra's dry laughter prevented her from neutralizing her true name's venom. It's just bad minutes to be carried to Larsia and Makina.

Besides, I couldn't afford it.

Along with the Ashblonde sidetail, he waves the spear presented to him by Yuut, penetrating the impending scale of Sahagin and deciding his heart.

Larsia and Arsia summoned Steel Magic Dolls (Iron Golem). It will still hold for a while.

In the end, it's like an inflated Battle Comic Book - except for the dialogue - depending on the settlement of the two fighting.

One acorn left in the steering room analyzes the battle situation. I'm standing by to be able to move the Tubasa at any time, but so far it didn't seem necessary to put Valtrude down and retreat.

But what I'm reading is amateur sentiment. Besides, if anything, it would be a slight breakdown in my balance.

"With Mr. Exile, it would have been easier..."

Naturally, lacking an ace hurts. I'm still amateur, but on the contrary, I know it's an obvious loss of power from such acorns.

At this time, he was still unaware that Exile and the Marquis of Istas were being hit by a strange disaster by Taraskus.

"Yut, it's time to wake up."

When his real name or Petra came back, he had heard the situation to some extent. So I know that's an unscrupulous story.

But if you say so, it was here too.

Acorns unconsciously finger their lips. I was honestly pleased that Valtrude told me 'Comrade'. And we could sincerely understand that we were a fateful community centered around Yut.

So you can't lack a childhood friend boy.

If it's a kiss, I've already paid in advance for the three of us.

"Sleeping boy, come on, or I'll do it again."

It's like a stale SF story.

Yut had that feeling about the situation now surrounded by countless monitors.

As for the monitor, the footage is shown. That's also the sight Yut found out.

No, some of the footage I didn't remember. Probably before I went into elementary school. It's the most important part of it, such as the scene where he and Akane are playing together in a plastic pool.

Football started at the same time as entering elementary school, teachers in elementary school who had completely forgotten their faces, elementary school study trips trapped on the train for hours due to heavy rain.

My own vague memories flow to the monitor. Next, probably footage from middle school.

Off from there, Yut stares at his own hand.

As a matter of course, both hands are there properly. But his consciousness was so fluffy that he had to be sure of it.

I don't even know if there's an entity. Existence is thin. Only the will is manifest.

Now, it's time for a small break.

The moment is forever extended, and the world awaits a choice.

Seeing what he once looked like typing into football without resembling envy, Yut realized where he was.

If it had stayed that way, the world would have just been initialized. But the clash with Valtrude created madness.

I remember Yut today spending 16 years on Earth and less than 3 years on the Brewers. Together, even two years spent under Verga.

Among the monitors, life in the contradictory Brewers was flowing at the same time.

"I have three options right now."

Fight the Book of Nothingness (Caios Evil), Yut.

Under Verga, the yuts invade the people.

I get to talk to myself to put my thoughts together, keeping such a sight in my sight.

"One is to leave this world and go back under Val"

I can do that. It is now possible, helped by the help of a variety of people.

"The second is to entrust it to the dream as it is"

It's only about pushing your choices to your future self. Perhaps, in the second circumference - or, third circumference - the present memory will not take over.

In that state, what path will it take?

Betting on an infinite future is not a bad thing either.

But that was too irresponsible a story.

"The other is to leave this world - to walk with Verga"

Second, the robe went into the edge of my sight.

Not black, not white.

Gray. It was a medium color.

In other words, you can choose either.

Alternatively, you can choose not to.

"It's selfish."

Yut, with a bitter smile, abandoned that option.

In front of you, two weapons appear.

White Divine Sword and Red Sickle.

Which one do you take? So, not just for himself, but for many - exaggerated, worldly - destiny changes.

Unexpectedly, I felt trembling. When did I ever want to wake up that I was such a big shot?

But it's all my choice, too.

I can't entrust it to anyone.

Yut's hand reaches out to the white sword.

At the same time, Verga's pathetically lonely face floated and pulled him in.

or so I can't even stretch to the sickle.

Yut loved Valtrude.

At the same time, my love for Verga was real.

Having all the memories, Yut now, will probably disappear.

No matter which option you choose, you can't keep all your memories.

That means choosing.

That means throwing it away.

Yut decided to be ready.

Make someone unhappy. But be prepared to make someone happy.

Hurt someone. But be prepared to be happy.

And Yut grabs her dear.

The monitor showed a sandstorm, and all of a sudden, the power went out. The world dyes black, as if the breaker had fallen.

The world that finished its role collapsed.

It wasn't chosen, along with a wave of weapons. Sarah, be quiet.