Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

When the ground darkens, that is, when the polar night...

In the room you have prepared, Arcana stands to sleep with Su-su.

I woke up once after the banquet, but it was already night, so I fell asleep again.

It's tomorrow to challenge Diedrich's prophecy.

Beat it, go to Gadeisiola and help Ricardo.

And overturn the prophecy of a day of disaster.

And then, if you can bring back the memory of me and Arcana, you have nothing to say.

"... brother... honey..."

I do my gaze on Arcana, but she's asleep.

It would just be a bedtime speech.

If I stroked her head, she smiled slightly.

"Unaccustomed drunkenness, I would have enjoyed. You should get some sleep."

I got up and left the room behind.

As I walked down the hallway of the Sword Emperor's Palace, I heard noisy voices coming through one door.

Ballroom.

Peeping inside, there were Sin and Nate on stage.

Were you still drinking?

Empty barrels of liquor pile up around us like mountains.

"I didn't know there was a man who could hang out with me so far. Do it."

With a serious face, Nate said.

"You're pretty good too"

With a calm expression, Singh returns her gaze to him.

"So let's take this little hand check, and let's say it's time to really drink together"

"Not at all. Let's drink tonight."

After a booze fight, we admit it, or they smile at each other.

Agha's knights lagged behind as they fought for fear.

"Yes, I've had a lot of drinks so far, so I did a little digging..."

"Those two, are they monsters..."

"... you know, Captain Nate. Oh, I'm sorry about the buzz, but I think I've already drank all the booze in the castle..."

When one of the knights told him so, Nate frowned.

"Mmmm... I'm going to..."

"Isn't there good liquor there?

Sin turns his gaze to the golden barrel.

It was scalloped liquor.

"... but scallops are liquor for dragon hunting... you can't be drunk out of this..."

I don't mind.

Nate said in a sharp tone.

"But, Captain"

"I told you I don't mind. Shame on the Dragon Knights for not having enough booze for their guests. You can hunt with dragons and swords. Just bring the scallops."

"... is"

I took control of the knights trying to leave the ballroom.

"Lord Anos... thank you for this"

The knights gently confess to me and stop.

"Sinn. Stop being so drunk. I'll be busy again tomorrow."

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When Singh replied that way, he turned to Nate again.

"I almost wanted to exchange drinks, but this evening or so,"

"I know. No, it was a fun booze fight. Sin Reglia, I don't know if there's a man like you on the ground."

The men gaze soothingly.

Hard to say, the intimacy seems to have deepened.

"My Lord Anos."

One of the knights bowed his head so.

The knights looked relieved that the scales were endless.

"What, never mind. It was a delightful feast."

"I'm afraid."

The knights bow their heads again.

After I left the ballroom, I often walked down the hall and moved to the balcony.

Due to the night, the area is dim.

The city of Agaha stretches beneath your eyes.

The lights of the houses looked like a starry sky full of stars.

There is a platinum blonde girl with a blurry view of the scenery.

I put a small hand on the railing and my hair was shaking in the wind at night.

"Misha."

Speaking up, she turned loose.

So, look at me, and I'll gladly loosen my cheeks.

"Welcome back"

Walk up to Misha.

"Was Arcana okay?

"Oh, sleeping well"

"Good."

Pale, but gentle, she said.

"What were you doing?

"I'm drunk."

Speaking of which, was Misha drinking there too?

Magically detoxifying it doesn't taste good.

"Mmm."

"You want to go?

"A little more"

I guess that means I want to stay here until I wake up drunk.

"Okay, let's do that"

"Anos."

As I noticed something, Misha called me.

"What's up?

"There."

From the railing, try to get out slightly, and Misha turns her magic eye downstairs.

If I glanced through the gaps in the overlapping leaves of the tree, there would have been a future god nafta sitting on the rock.

She kept her eyes closed, facing the opposite direction from us, to the canopy.

I don't have Kanda Quizorte, my hands are sluggishly lowered.

I can't deduce and measure what I'm thinking from that look on my mind.

"- Sometimes, you can put your face on the banquet table."

A sinister voice sounds.

It was Diedrich who came there.

Nafta remains face to face in heaven without turning him around.

"Nafta denies it. Even if a non-intoxicating God is on the table, there will only be a future where the venue will be white."

Hearing the words, Diedrich walks to her.

"It's not like God doesn't get drunk. Demon King's Choice God was a fine drunk."

"Unnamed God has an order of creation. The non-conformer got her emotions, which made her drunk. You already know, Prophet, that it is a miracle that no god can do."

I can't deny it.

Diedrich stood beside Nafta and did his gaze in the same direction as her.

"Diedrich. Why do you talk to Nafta?

"He's got nothing else to do with you responding."

shut her mouth to think for a moment, then again she said.

"Nafta has exchanged covenants. If the Selector, Diedrich, asks for it, it will do anything. But by nature, there is no need for words between the future god and the prophet"

Just to tell the truth, Nafta said.

"When Diedrich unloaded Naphtha on him, he showed him every future that the future god Naphtha and the prophet Diedrich could trace. If Diedrich says anything, you already know how Nafta responds. I know it, too."

"The future for you, God, will be different from ours. But just because I see it, because I know it, doesn't mean it's not my nature."

Nikah and Diedrich laugh.

"Of all the prophecies, I have chosen the future to have this conversation with you. Sure, it would be ridiculously harmonious for us. But I wanted to keep this future in the past, not one of the possible futures."

Nafta turned his face toward the sword emperor of Agha.

"Let's ask Nafta. Why is that?

"For the judgment of the selection, I made a covenant with you, and how long has it been? On the day I first met you, I remember what you said."

Diedrich soothed his expression and said.

"If the future is light, Naphtha's divine eye (meh), which looks to every future, casts a dark shadow on a man's heart. Prophecy is not hope, but despair. The prophet is one, the one who holds darkness and pours light on the people. Do you want a covenant with Nafta?

"Diedrich replied yes to this question. There was not a single future you would say no to."

"I know what your words mean now."

smudging and he shrugs so that he thinks about what has happened so far.

"This guy can't stop..."

It was as if it were a revelation of suffering.

"Nafta thinks. The world is filled with order, and all the impossibilities are man's raw. Now, people see hope impossible because their eyes are blind. People can live because they see hope. From the naphtha's point of view, all people's eyes are closed. Now, there's something you can see because it's closed. That's hope. Something that will never appear in the naphtha's divine eye, even in an attempt to close both eyes."

Diedrich responded to it with a bitter face.

"That's for sure."

"Half of the sword emperors in history did not exchange covenants with Nafta. The other half, after exchanging covenants, threw away the given naphtha divine eye themselves."

Nafta tells.

"It would mean that the future of hope is more desirable for people than the best future"

Let's say that natural disasters kill a hundred people every year.

Looking at the future, no matter what measures you take, 100 people die is the best future.

If we do not see the future, every year the people die 500 people.

Still, do people want a hopeful future in which one day it might be possible to zero?

Out of the question, maybe.

Obviously, the former should be better, but emotion cannot remain.

I guess it does exist that if I didn't know, I would have been happy.

"Now, the prophet Diedrich, while not given the divine eye of Naphtha, seeks to see hope in his eyes"

Nafta asked him in a quiet voice.

"Why is that?

"I am the king of Agaha. For the sake of the people of this country, we have a duty to look to the future. And for the good of God, who has devoted himself to this country, we must see hope."

Diedrich says calmly.

"Naphtha, I want to show you once or so. Even your eyes can see hope."

"Does Diedrich think that the blind spot of Naphtha spoken by the Demon King exists?

"Come on, I don't even think there is, but maybe there is. But if I don't, I'll have to make you one."

Diedrich turned a flamboyant grin at Nafta, who had a chilled look somewhere.

"Hey, Nafta. I do have one thing that is different from the sword emperors of history. It'll cloud even your eyes and give me hope."

Naphtha's expression was mixed with a slightly puzzling color.

Seeing that, Diedrich laughs gahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

"What is clouding the divine eye of Naphtha? You look like one too. He decides not to say anything until he overturns his prophecy."

The future that overshadows prophecy is invisible to Naphtha.

The future that Diedrich tells you why, if you say so, does not exist.

"Do you care?

He leaned down as he often thought, and the naphtha opened his eyes.

Its quiet divine eye looked to the future and looked to Diedrich.

"I care about naphtha"

Satisfied he breaks his expression.

"It'll be good stuff. I don't know. But let not the king forsake his best for hope. See the best with your god's eye and see hope with mine."

Nafta stands up softly, facing Diedrich.

Strictly, but somewhere gentle, she said.

"The Last Prophet, Diedrich the Sword Emperor. Nafta appreciates it. That the last king to exchange covenants was you. Only this future spent with you has been the only salvation awaited for the future god Nafta"

"It's superimposed."

As if to grab the lid, Diedrich reached out and squeezed it all the way.

"Let's grab it together. A future of hope at its best."