Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 192 Evening City of Omui

No matter how many stories you hear, rumors you hear, and reports you receive, what a sight to believe - the miracle that the kings of history and the borderline uncle never dreamed of fulfilling, the peaceful and rich borderline Omui. But I have no right to be touched, no right to cry, I'm no longer even in a position to apologize. Whether it's a disaster unlike a demon king in this land... something's starting to festive, but is that "Welcome King Chara" still about me?

"This is the sight of Omui, sung by poetry, far from the land of tragedy."

"It was a land of tragedy. Even our royal family (Daiorail) suffered to save it, and it kept us fighting the end of the world in just one territory, with its wealth and its martial arts tied together - this was the tragedy of the world itself."

Finally, as king of the kingdom, I came to apologize. Yet we are welcomed to the land of the periphery, and our kings and papals are both drawn back with a grin… We are the culprits in this land, because all our royal nobles are traitors and usurpers to the border.

"I heard letters and readings from Arianna, both from churchmen and from the Knights. But the Church must not be welcomed, and the sins we have committed cannot be redeemed in any way..."

"We are only protected and helped by the Beasts, and we can send soldiers to the border. A companion with pitiful names. I'm not in a position to be welcomed."

Planned towns and villages and the stunning transportation network that connects them. That's a sight to learn as an exchanger, but we are sinners who should bow their heads and not be visitors to an excursion mountain. Welcomed with praise and hail, cheers, applause and cheer never cease.

"Laugh if you are. This is a festival, this is a feast. Look at that. Everybody's laughing. No need for redemption or apology on this occasion, let the boy say," It's better if you read the air and bring me some ingredients and detergent. I can read the air, right? ♪ And Princess Chariselles and Princess Ariel were embarrassed ♪

The smiling and waving face of Mellototham attracts me. I have eyes on the boy walking through the passing wall, and his grinning face is stiff.

"Hey, Kings playing without work again, is that pretending to say," Don't revolutionize, don't do it "? I don't think you can do that because even a flare is an unpopular job like a king or a nobleman?

"It's an official event, so this is the job!? No, the people are all looking at why, like," Skip it again, "but this is also a proper, really lord's job, right?

Dark-haired princesses and princesses of all nations, and in fact a dark-haired boy standing on a wall away from the center of a spectacular bunch of views with four legendary saints to kneel down on, such as just kings. Besides, nobody is surprised, and they don't even care as if it were natural.

"You're a hiccup..." No, I have a lot of work to do, but I already have it, and if you're the king of the kingdom, you can't come to the border to apologize. "

"No, it is the Church that must do it, that all of it has gone into the depravity and corruption of the Church. It is my duty to bow my head deeply in any land where I have become a pope, even though I have become one."

The Patriarchate and the Church suffered the most infiltration from the Empire, the aftermath of which rotted and dissolved from the merchant country to the kingdom and from within. The Beasts and Elves were ostracized and this neighborhood was isolated and even exploited... no one could lift their heads or anything. Because it is only evil, such as a king, who did not hold it back.

"Oh, I mean, Low Angle, what's the aim of Chira? Did we all apprentice to Grandpa Chira? Well, I've got a lot of work to do, so I'm gonna go first, okay? Yeah, if you get lost, ask the orphans the way."

As if nothing had happened - Yuki-kun walked through the walls of the street, which the crowd ruined, but walked away with a very normal public discourse. Yeah, nobody cares at all?

And go on. A parade of celebrations with a smile that the crowd waved with a smile and an unacceptable and convulsive smile in the land where they are greeted with pleasure raised and hail. I can't even allow myself to bow my head. Welcome determines my heart, I guess being called king by the people of the border is the punishment for me... that I couldn't even protect what I admire with the king.

"Face up, laugh. The border has changed. And so are the others, certainly no resentment, no anger, no hatred, no hardened resentment, but from the moment I hear the bard sing" The Dark-haired Boy Has Destroyed Tea "anymore, it's all turned into sympathy... see, you see, pathetic things, right?

"" "" Right!? ""

It's sin to work and redeem and sin not enough to spend a lifetime asking me to hang that lifetime...... and then pity me. Even Wangdu had a pretty pathetic eye for things, but the border sucks!!

"" "" "" "" "Welcome to Hem Today!" "" "" "" "(Poyopoyo)

And the bewitched waiter and the waitressed children wave.

"You're hissing, you're all grown up," "Welcome, King," "" 'cause the border is full of rice and delicious! "" "" "" The border is all sweet and full of sweets -! "" "" "Let's eat lots of kings, too." "

Yes, "the border is" - it was not the case in Wangdu. These children were exploited in the shadows of a lavish aristocratic city and hungry for disease and death. This place has all my sins, a symbol of my powerlessness... how beautiful, luxurious, graceful, luxurious, rich and busy the city is... so isn't the city of Omui bigger than the king's capital?

"Everyone in this laugher will have resentment of tragedy and other mountains, because there is no way that sorrow for the lost and their hatred and so on will disappear. But the neighbors aren't even allowed to thank the comedy, and yet they can't just be ashamed of the tragedy of the victim... and we're just the perpetrators who pushed that tragedy on the brunette boy."

Yes, the city knows better than anyone, so desperate, gentle, life-threatening and good - the boy returns to the city with a laugh, he says, his clothes will never be torn and repaired, even his body will be regenerated and healed. That he just comes home with a dripping bright red blood trail, laughing and laughing as he pulls the blood trail - this city knows what it looks like, playing with its broken body pulling and laughing with his satisfied blind eyes. I know that this happiness is a happiness full of lies, and I blame myself for just sweetening it.

And the girls, who never fought, they don't cry - they don't say it hurts to get hurt, they just keep fighting every day. If someone doesn't do it, all of the pain will go to the boy, and he is battling with blood on a land without edges. Everyone knows what it looks like, so I guess this city won't even be allowed to rot trying to get rich, get embarrassed and can't run.

But isn't the boulevard too long, or we'll have to walk the wall? This?