Maouyome

The sudden appearance of the Zhu Painted Gate shows the difference.

Three times the length of a man's back turned his back on the gate beyond Yu, and Konohanasakya looked again upon those who opposed themselves.

"I'll deal specifically with you.... but I'm bored here."

Petals dance and the atmosphere trembles as if to colour eye differences similar to charity.

When Konohana Sakya lusciously distorted his expression in front of the gate, the tight door of the Zhu Painted Gate was wide and opened to both sides.

The frantic petals swirl and are sucked into the other side of the gate closed in the dark.

"This is what I'm dealing with for you. I'll get you the stage you deserve. Whoever desires, go through this gate."

The body of Lephia, where Konohana Sakya lived, blends into a large number of petals.

The body went into the gate with the swirling petals and rose into the hollow.

Until then, the gaze at Selazam and the others is removed and directed towards the dry sky peeking from the collapsed ceiling.

Already the yang had passed Jomtien and had begun to lean heavily towards the western sky.

Conohana Sakya, who checked the condition, leaves a soft grin and drops her gaze again under her eyes.

"But until sundown.... Until then, I'll be there, waiting for you. Phew."

Leaving a clear voice, Konohana Sakya's body is sucked into the dark and disappears.

Sinking silence falls on a place where the scattered and bright sights of debris linger.

The goddess showed the difference in power to the point of despair, even so.

It was even overwhelming.

I couldn't help myself against Konohana Sakya, who got my body as a vessel. As a painful reality, the fact is heavy.

But the only one of them, Selazam, who once fought directly with the goddess, did feel the difference.

Obvious discomfort.

Difference from a thousand years ago.

I certainly couldn't help myself. But it's not as hopeless as it used to be.

If we still have a chance to win now, yes, we gain slight certainty.

"… the manifestation of the goddess is not yet complete. It's clearly contained by something."

"... is that it"

Said the brave man as he was frightened, and Sel Azam nodded.

Bel Adne, realizing the meaning of Ser Azam's words as the heavy air spread around him, raised his face haha.

"... something. Something to suppress that haunt, no way."

Knowing what it means, a deeper affirmation is shown of the confirmation thrown.

"Even though it has just manifested itself and is not yet familiar with the flesh, its original power has not yet been exerted. … perhaps because the will of the remaining Lephire suppresses the original power of the Goddess"

"... Mr. Lefia's will"

Mariel, supported by brave men by a body fluttering about to fall, murmurs its name.

"Is Mr. Lefia's will, yet, not gone?

"It's still there, showing resistance, that's why the power of the goddess is contained,... that's what I see"

"Hey, refia yet..."

Seruazam turned his gaze away against Beradne, who roughed up his voice, without breaking his stern expression.

"If Master Lefia's will remains now, we still have a chance to win, too. But..."

"... but after time, all of that will disappear. And the goddess doesn't have a time limit."

As if spinning after the word was broken, Kusukha softly, advances.

"Still, do you go through the gates?

Fluffy, rich blonde hair flows smoothly.

The eyes of a calm and powerful deep bea were pointed straight, approaching to the front of Selazam and stopping.

"... I couldn't help but notice that we didn't fight together."

Cut long beautiful eyes connect the distant past with the present.

My grey black eyes seem to be sorry for the delicate eyes that I ask sideways.

Kusuha, who gazed back at Ser Azam's appearance as if to spare a notoriety, closed her eyes only for a moment and left a smile.

"From the time I took over the name of the Evil Demon King and named the second generation, I have decided to be ready for it."

Smaller whispers are conveyed, and a lingering appearance intersects.

"Now, like you, you lay the foundations for future young people. … let's spare what we have here."

Kusukha walking gently through the side of Sel Azam and into the Zhu Painted Gate.

Thousand Years King Fox.

The Great Demon, with his golden furrows shining in rainbow, has calmed his temper and, with a loving eye, has always kept an eye on the people of the Land of Demons.

One warrior, with a passion to roll behind its whimsical appearance and an unshakeable fighting spirit, creeps through the gate.

Strong, tough figures surround the force, becoming particles of fine light and disappearing across the gate.

Following the disappearance of Kusha Suseraghi to the other side of the gate, the old elf of the giant advances out.

An elf who was said to be physically frail, yet who spent a thousand years and continued to build his flesh by boasting a muscle that was just ripped apart, the bearer of an invertebrate heart kept looking forward from the start, just even.

Go my way, pierce everywhere.

As if to show that it will continue to exist forever.

"This Le Gosh. If there is a way, proceed, and if there is a gate, creep. That's all."

Straightening his trouble-free gaze, the giant man also disappears to the other side of the Zhu Painted Gate.

"... some muscle elf. Then spiral, but if I wrap my tail around here, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Belle Adone continued after the disappearance of Le Goche, relaxing his eyes as if they were somewhere frightened.

Still forward and forward with a strong gaze towards the other side of the gate, clapping his shoulders as if he was weak.

"Hey, hold on to your name until the end of the day... and do your duty."

The figure of Bel-Adne disappeared to the other side of the gate, and in the fallen place of tranquillity again Ser-Azam softly raised his face.

Standing there, a definite gaze straightens out with the two people who reside in a powerful will for a harsh look.

"You belong to the side of the goddess of light. Or maybe we shouldn't go further than this."

"The teachings of the Goddess always remain in our hearts. If you follow that teachings, you won't be able to turn away from what you need to do now."

"... but"

"I respond to this with my own strength to the trials in front of me. Ever since, we've done that. And I believe that should always be the case."

Straighten your unwavering gaze as Mariel stands firmly on her own feet away from the hands of the brave.

"Besides, this is what my faults have caused. I can't just keep my mouth shut on Mr. Lefia, and I don't want to do that."

"... so you don't mind if we go too? I appreciate you taking this into consideration, and I know it may be a handful, but I want you to give me a break for leaving me here."

"... Eusis the Brave"

Mariel marvels and turns to the brave man lined up beside him who advances.

"It's the brave man's job to protect the Virgin. Don't tell me I'm going alone this time of year, okay?

As the brave man clasped his shoulders and laughed as he stood aside, as he pulled out beside Mariel, he lifted his hand gently to Sel Azam and went into the gate one foot away.

Mariel also disappears to the other side of the gate after that back.

And Ser Azam stands before the gate.

Sel Azam was the last one, leaving a gentle eye on the lean shade with his body stretched and leaning down, silently proceeding to the other side of the gate.

As Konohana Sakya guides you, one lean shade desperately restrains your stretched body in a place where each person disappears to the other side of the gate of his own free will.

Lean Shade couldn't move.

The leaning sun leads to the horizon, dyeing red through the quiet dome.

The sensibility of the princess night fork has a protruding even within the Demon clan. Leanscheid had been engraved there with a bottomless fear, having felt directly the difference in power from the goddess with a feeling that was sharper than anyone else.

I want to help Lefia.

I want to respond to the will entrusted to me by Lefia.

As strong as I think, my hands and feet tense and I can't even lift my face. I just let my body snap.

Scary.

Fears that have never even been felt in the world of men, in the world of demons, when they were alone in desire and hatred, erode the body and mind.

I was prepared to offer myself.

I was prepared to devote myself to it, even if we perished without analogy.

But how far does it go?

Will it really arrive?

I couldn't think of anything I could do before the difference in power.

I'm just a jerk, and I'm going to have to pass away for nothing. I won't be able to do anything.

Something that would not respond to the thoughts entrusted to it.

I was tying Lean Shade's body.

There, a slight sound reaches my ear.

"... something, now"

I felt that way, like I heard a slightly clearer sound in Lean Shade's ear, which was hitting me by my own helplessness and was about to break my heart in despair.

When you raise your gaze to be guided by that sound, you do hear a bell from the other side of the red-dyed debris.

A small, lightly clear slight sound.

Stand up slowly, guided by the sound of a bell, even as your heart is dyed by fear.

Collapsed, built-up debris clearance.

Things that call for lean shades from that gap.

There, there was a shake of a broken knife.

Refia's knife resisted the pillars of light, crushed in the middle and broken from the middle.

The broken body shines in blue and silver.

Stay guided, stay invited. Lean Shade, who reached for the broken knife pattern, gently touched the knife.

The bell sounds.

It's memories of distant days.

of the lost haz, love and warmth.

The thoughts and willingness of a woman who wants to protect something important, of a mother who thinks of her child, to recruit her even though she is dead, are transmitted and resonated through the sound of a bell.

"Dear…"

Lean Shade doesn't know what that little knife is like.

The shards of my mother's skull, once hunted for her neck and a mighty curse knife, have been cleansed by Lephia and left in her body.

Leanscheid did not know that the skull shards where the late mother's will resided were protected by the Dark Goddess, borrowed the magic of Lefia, and shaped her as a knife.

The bell sounds.

Make that thought sound deep and deep in an attempt to convey its will.

My eyeballs get hot and my vision seeps through the thoughts that touch and convey the will of my late mother.

My heart was shaking at the warmth that conveyed my cheeks.

While deeply holding the broken knife into his chest, Lean Shade does receive the heat he transmits.

Fear had already ceased to erode that body.

When Xiyang disappeared completely beyond the horizon, the Zhu Painted Gate closed its heavy gates strictly.

A book of nights visits a sanctuary full of silence.

There was already no one there, no one left.