It was Rayce alone who showed up.
He thinks it's for the Knights and weaves a pure white coat with gold embellishments. He comes in a straight line here, wearing the hood that came with him deeply, with the sword he always carries on his hips.
The man who is the killer unleashes the black butterfly towards Reis, but Reis waved his sword without difficulty and cleaved the butterfly feathers.
Stay put and cut into the man without killing the momentum. But when a man is blind, is he sensitive to the signs or takes a good distance?
Rock the hem of the jacket, and Lace stands before me softly.
"Reis......"
"Sue... safe... eh!
Lace, kneeling before me, perspired her dark hair peeking from the hood, exhaling with a palliative color on her red eyes the moment she confirmed my face.
The front button of the coat is fully open and the spiritual crystal raised from his neck is swaying loosely in front of me.
Could you have come to help me desperately?
But the crystals are black again... rather cloudier than before?
Oh, no, more now than that. Did Reyce call me 'Sue', nicknamed like she used to?
Because of all the instant things that happened, I couldn't even stop the flowing tears, and I just stared at Reis with a confused head.
On my cheek like that, Reyce reaches out softly.
But as one day he pulled his arm without touching it with an inch, and he tied his tight mouth. After another pushing motion against my chest, I return to my emotionless eyes as usual and quickly cut the rope of my arm with the tip of my sword.
Out of the way, the man is observing us thoughtfully. He's a really unreadable man.
Reis didn't fail to be vigilant over there, and ran his gaze into a chilling, moonlighting, downpouring window. Soon, the moon will have only a few clouds, slightly weakening its lights.
Comparing the small window to me for a few seconds, he whispered, "... is it okay with this much moonlight," and then Reyce stood up softly.
He takes the hood off to pay, takes off his coat and drops it over my head unconstitutionally.
"Hey, what? Suddenly......"
"Wear it. It's wet................ and it was late, sorry"
I glance at those words that fell quietly on the floor.
I can't peek into Reyce's face with his back to me, but the harsh sounding whisper is outright disproportionate.
I grabbed the jacket I had received with my free hand.
Nothing, it's not about Reyce apologizing.
I'm the one who didn't keep my word and went out on my own.
Even if I wanted to give it back, I couldn't move my mouth, and I could only wipe my tears and watch Rayce put his sword back towards the man in silence.
If you're a man with a cuttoe, you're not in a hurry, and you're doing your hand to your jaw with a strange face.
"Are you a church person? You know this place very well."
"I'm from the Knights. Immediately guided by the Spirit, the apostles of the Church also come here. Surrender, my lord."
"Spirit...? It's strange, after all, that the Spirit wouldn't even know this place, which normally put up the Devil's Boundary. But most of all, it's weird..."
Oh, I knew Wal would find me.
Rayce just got here early, Lore, and it looks like you guys will be here eventually.
Hearing that, I'm finally losing my shoulder strength, but the man who's supposed to be cornered is leaning his little nozzle against Lace, just to say that there's more to it.
"... you're 'the same' as me, aren't you? Seems pretty subdued, but I get it. Are you interrupting me even though it's the same?
"Shut up.... don't be with you"
"Yeah, it does seem to force more complicated contracts than mine. And I can't, is it? That's too bad. I thought you might get an understanding, but it's going to be hard."
"Because you can't get caught. I wonder if we'll redo it," if the man waves up, countless black butterflies appear to surround him.
I don't have time to think about a meaningful conversation between you two. Flying in unison, the butterflies dance over the heads of those caught, still unconscious beside me.
One of them got stuck in the neck of a young man.
Glossy black feathers shake small and I wonder if they are reddish, the blood draws more and more from the man's face.
"Blood, breathing...?
In a hurry I stood up and wore a butterfly in my jacket. The man's face is blue and white, but he still breathes. The butterfly misted and disappeared. But the black butterflies flying in the air are still winged like they're after the blood of the sacrifice.
I was frightened by the number and the difference.
"I would have taken the blood directly from the sacrifice and poured it into the demon squares tomorrow night on a full moon. Now that we're in the way, we'll just get some blood and start the ritual over somewhere else. The fresh blood flowing from the main body is good, I've grabbed it on purpose, but I can't help it. Give the butterfly a lethal amount of blood for Li."
A man smiles in the face of the devil, telling him of his cruelty without incident.
Reis stands on the arrow, swording away the butterflies that strike him one after the other, but for how many minutes there are too many enemies and too many people to shelter on his back.
I scratch between the swords that shake, and I manage to get the butterfly that came to Mr. Marina's side with my coat, too, but as soon as it stays like this, the limit comes. As I was causing Rayce's dark hair to rush into sight, Rayce said in a sharp voice, "Call that water spirits! I said."
"Mi, what's the Spirit of Water, Wal?
"That's right. I have already brought the apostles nearby. The moonlight is weak now. The Devil's kingdom should also be less effective than earlier. If that spirit, who has been beside you and has followed the signs, will be able to respond to your call even in the kingdom."
"Wow, okay."
... How does Reis know how the devil moonlight works?
That question falls behind, and I call on Wall in my heart. The first time there was no response. But I don't give up, and I keep calling Wal's name so hard over and over.
The silver orbit emitted by Reis scatters black particles around it. And...
"- Sue!"
"Wal!"
Pong finally showed up, Wal hoarded water in his jade eyes in the habit of water spirits and jumped into my chest at first sight.
"Sue! Sue! Sue! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I was too late to go get Blackhead, and I put Sue in danger! Are you hurt?
"I'm fine. Thanks for your concern, Wal."
From his watery tail, the droplets bounce chappy with his tears.
I stroked my ok ok and water colored head. Wall rubs his body around my chest.
I was heartily relieved by the warm temperature.
But I can't afford to be soothing.
"Hey, Wal. I need to ask you again."
"Fine. Say anything, Sue!
"Those black butterflies are after those who are here. If we keep this up, Reis won't be free to fight. Can we defeat that butterfly and protect them? Could it be possible with the help of Wall?
"I'll try!
When detaining Mr. Marina, who goes the nocturnal way, the power of the Spirit was not suitable for the devil because it was under strong moonlight. The Spirits of Light could not even approach the black butterfly.
But now that this moonlight thin, maybe Wal can do something about it. I mean, me and Wal have to do something about it.
Wall spinned vigorously on the spot to create so much blister that he couldn't beat the number of butterflies.
Hit that one butterfly after another. Making a creepy sound, black can play with blisters in the air and disappear.
The Spirit of Water is a creature with strong purifying power. Water is effective against fouling. Wall's power worked well for the black butterfly, the devil's charm.
"Exactly, Wal!
Eh and Wal stretch their little breasts.
I said, "I got this one!," he raised his voice against Reis. Lore, while you guys are still here, all you have to do is ask for Reis.
Rayce confirms this one for just a moment and heads toward the man. As soon as they were flying around the man, the butterflies turned into sharp, pointy black blades.
They pour down with Reis in mind.
"Huh!"
Screams leak into the rain of the blade.
I held back Ba and License.
But Reis is calm everywhere, avoiding it with minimal movement, playing with his sword, dodging it to the point where he gets his hem ripped off.
A human being separated. Raise me... I was so strong.
There is also a rush for boulders on the murderer's man at Reiss, who steadily fills the distance. It seemed a miscalculation that my arm would stand so far. When it comes to melee, there will surely be armaments up in Reyce.
"Come on!"
Bitterness or the man manipulated a black blade and broke the glass of a small window near the ceiling.
A flashy sound, instinctively conscious Lace's movements over there, into a slightly dull gap, the black blade plunders Lace's neck.
He didn't scratch himself, but the string connecting the Spirit Crystal was cut off and the Crystal slammed to the ground.
"Shit."
Blaming the shattered crystal, I punched my tongue briefly, and I somehow knew from a distance that Reis had a look of agony.
One blow, two blows.
Continue and the blade cuts the lace.
"Reis...... Huh!