Okitara 20nen Nandesukedo! Akuyaku Reijo no Sono Ato no Sono Ato

- Choose a sacrifice.

of the Union of Nations, military debate.

The Kings kept rubbing about their postwar share even though they hadn't even started a war yet.

In an extended meeting, Howl III said:

"Do you want to increase your share after the war? Ke (...) - (...) Ki (...) to (...) Greater (...) Ki (...) Ku (...) Cut (...) Ru (...) to (...) Food (...) Be (...) Ru (...) Number of people (...) to (...) Less (...) et al (...) If (...) Yes (...) Yes (...) (...)"

With the Holy Sword in his hand, Howl III was transformed into a young and beautiful figure by his grace.

Long purple hair stretches out to her shoulders.

His right eye was hidden by his forehead and his dewy left eye emitted a sun-like glow.

"The Sacred Sword eats souls and powers them. Swallow five or so countries and you can easily defeat them whether they be Fioria or not."

It was the woman in the robe who told her in a singing voice...

When I was in my mid-twenties?

of Howl III's chair, sitting tight on his elbow.

The robe had a long slit from his hips to his right leg, sparingly exposing the sides of his thin thigh to the crowd.

The way you talk with your fingers on your mouth is glossy.

The crying black child in his left eye also developed something called a decadent color fragrance.

Beatrice, the black forest witch.

A presence that gives Howl III the Holy Sword and manipulates the alliances of nations from behind.

Red tickles like blood, but spins words grievously.

"If Mr. Howl can't beat Fioria, you'll be in trouble, too. So, come on, choose. Which countries will be sacrificed?

There is no way such a proposal would go through.

If it were, it would be the opposite.

However.

"I don't like you."

"Me, too."

"If only your country were doomed."

"No, you're the one"

"For a long time, that country didn't care."

"Die." "Die." "Die."

The kings stare at each other in a coma.

If Fioria were here, she would have realized that the entire conference hall was full of dark magic.

"A country where kings are weak, soldiers will also be vulnerable.... you know the rest?

When the witch Beatrice told him so, the kings stood up in unison.

What began was a tragic battle to wash blood with blood.

A Republican representative lifted the chair he was sitting on and beat up his neighbor.

One small king grabbed the head of a neighboring king who had so far threatened his territory and slammed him on the big stone on the ground.

And from above, again and again, step on it.

Eventually, when five shepherds are out, bread, bread, and the witch Beatrice hits her hand.

"Good day. You guys were very impressive. All right, all right."

The witch Beatrice smiles badly and lusciously, stroking each and every one of the heads of the victorious.

The kings had the look of a child praised by their mother.

"And the five people who lost. I'm sorry to hear that. At best, it's about resenting your own helplessness.... Howl. Feed the Sacred Sword."

"No, these guys are behind us. That's more interesting."

Howl III gives a smile peculiar to those who are drunk on power.

"Wait a while. I will kill your country as I tell you how it perished. Kuk, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

Turning back on his heels with a high laugh, Howl III went outside.

The first to go was one of the five countries, the city of Banan.

The home of the Union of Nations is in the Holy City of Millenia.

It is the eastern side of the Belgian continent.

Meanwhile, the city of Banan is on the western edge of the continent, facing the sea.

If you are going from the Holy City of Millenia to the City of Banan, it will take the form of just crossing the middle of the continent from east to west.

A carriage would take half a moon… Howl III flew by the power of the Holy Sword and arrived in just half a day.

"Be happy to be the foundation of the rest of the hegemony."

Howl III put up the Holy Sword.

A wide range of indulgences emit just dazzling light.

"What is it, that…………………"

"Doesn't that suck?

"I thought you were after me, that..."

People saw Howl III above and instinctively felt the crisis.

"To, run away!

"Running away, where are you!

"Just get away from me!

The city of Banan, as the name suggests, is not as large a country as it is.

It is a small urban state by the sea.

Although the Quartet is surrounded by a rather rugged wall, it is defenseless against attacks from the sky.

People immediately panicked.

"Waste of time"

Howl III shows an abusive smile.

Even as it stands, the Holy Sword is quite destructive.

If it is about the city of Banan, it will be possible to evaporate it with a single blow.

That is, there is no escape for people.

"-" The Pope's Thunder (Punishment) "

Finally, the Sacred Sword was waved down.

Extreme photothermal heat is emitted from a wide range of bodies.

The golden rays of destruction burn down every walled city of Banan, swallowing more than 10,000 people.

It should have been.

"... That was too late. I got there first, so I was free."

The light of the Sacred Sword had vanished before it reached the earth.

It's absorbed.

Another "Holy Sword" - by Sol Eustatia.

"Why are you here?"

Howl III absurd his voice.

"Please don't lick our information network. I know what you're doing."

"But the city of Banan is one of the coalitions of nations. You must be the enemy."

"Right. But sooner or later, it will be one of the countries I will rule."

"………… What?

"When we think about the post-war period, it means we want to keep it intact as much as possible. -" Heavenly Drive's Light Wings (Oracle) "!

Fioria wraps the wings of light around its back.

The storm blew.

On that wind, with his feathers beating, he fleshes to Howl III.

"Come on, show me. How powerful is the Holy Sword?"

"Come -!?"

Two Holy Swords clash.

Each time the light just dazzles, the hot air and the disease go wild.

…… The people of Banan City State watch the trend of battle by swallowing solitary spit.

"Who are you, that woman?

"I've seen it before. That's Fioria Di Florence."

"But our country is hostile to the Kingdom of Tristan."

"Normally, you wouldn't come to help."

"…… Fioria was called the Golden Goddess."

It's a nickname anyway.

"You could be serious. See, even wings grow."

"Then who's the man?"

"Because you are the enemy of the goddess… that is the devil"

Howl III has barely shown himself in public after the change in the Holy Sword.

Therefore people do not realize that the man is Pope Howl III.

"Go away, demon!

"How dare you try to kill us!

"Goddess ah! Good luck with that!

Has the support of the people been pushed back, the situation leans towards Fioria's side?

"Fools............!

Howl III throws up bitterly.

"The rest is the Pope, the chosen one for the Holy Sword...! That's the devil!

"No matter how you think about it, you will deserve it. - Look, it's messed up."

"Chi!

In the arms of the sword, Fioria was overwhelming Howl III.

Still, Howl is alive because of the immortality of one of the properties of the Sacred Sword.

"This is how it happens………!

Howl III re-establishes the Holy Sword.

And then we storm Fioria - not to the ground.

"First, they'll kill all the fools and feed us the Holy Sword!

"…… Do you think I will forgive you for that?"

Even at speed, Howl III was inferior.

From side to side, Fioria kicks me - spinning, launching me into space.

"It's just a slash, I can't settle it. There's no way I'm going to let you out of here. Shall we change the place?"

"-Come on!"

Again, the two clash.

But now, Fioria's overwhelming offense.

It's only possible because it's in the air, it's free to change, it's slaughter from a three-dimensional orbit.

Howl III has no choice but to turn even to his guardian, and gradually, he is pushed.

Situational or physical.

The battlefield, little by little, moves.

From over Banan City Country, southeast, southeast.

The battle was witnessed by many in the Union of Nations.

The sight of mythology.

The golden goddess and the purple-haired demon.

This also attracted many artists as the subject of painting.

"- If it's here, it's all right to give it your best shot."

Fioria slows down the offense.

It is the northern part of the territory of the former Duke of Canossa.

It was once the place where the Duke of Canossa summoned the Archangel with a fragment of the Holy Grail, originally a scenic meadow.

But as a result of a series of tense Fioria's wands of divine punishment in front of a mighty enemy named Archangel, it was still turned into a wilderness like the end of the century. It is said that peppergrass does not grow either.

"Don't lick it............"

Giri, and Howl III biting his teeth.

"To you, you are not the only one to lose! - Don't look down on the rest, for my little girl's sake!

"Holy Sword" wraps up the photothermal heat.

Without releasing it, he rather converges himself and dares to assault.

"Yeah."

Fioria, looking just a little funny, broke her mouth.

"-" The Judgment of the Thunder Emperor "

It is the superior magic of light.

A thunder falling from heaven shoots through Howl III's body.

"This, degree!

But I endured.

Relying on the immortality brought about by the Holy Sword, we just head straight, foolishly, to Fioria!

"Why! Why, you're back now! Without you, the rest would have lived in peace as a pope! And yet, how can you get in the way! What grievances!

"Your tranquillity must have been gained by corruption and bribery, and then winding up the property of the faithful."

"What's wrong with that! It would be a natural right as a pope! That's what my predecessor Marcos did!

"Monadic corruption is condensed in your words. You can do it yourself because your predecessor was doing it.... that's why we need a new church."

"May fly, little girl! At a woman's minute, don't talk to a man!

"I don't have anything I've worked hard to get, so when I can catch up, I can live up to what I was born with. For example, with gender? … typical incompetence, you."

At this time, the two were at close range.

Fioria waves Sol Eustatia.

Beautiful slaughter like a meteor, from top right to bottom left.

That would have double-breached Howl III's flesh if it had been.

However,

"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh!"

A one-time miracle occurred.

In the battle so far, Howl III remembered something called Fioria's sword, although only a few.

Sacrifice your left hand and deflect an impending slaughter.

At the same time, with all his might in his right hand, he strikes the Holy Sword.

"The Pope's Thunder (Punishment)" Wow!

A golden blade struck Fioria's fine neck directly.

Condensed photothermal heat, in that moment, plays and flies as a supernova explosion.

In the land of Canossa, a new crater is born again.

The heat of the explosion burns the heavens and the earth.

Its center...

"Not yet."

For Howl III, a blow with a whole body of spirits.

But it couldn't even cut off one piece of skin and one piece of hair.

"The Holy Sword will eat your soul and show its true worth, won't it? Then why don't you give your life?

Emerald eyes look to Howl III.

Blameworthy gaze.

"Ahhh..."

My voice was whispering.

My hands, my legs, tremble.

From Howl III, the will to fight falls.

Her face is blue-white and so dreadfully stained.

"You're not serious enough."

Fioria squeaks so, she hands on the Holy Sword that hits her neck.

"Since we formed the coalition of nations, how come we've been static? Thanks to you, Chardonnay of the Valois has invaded the Kingdom of Tristan in an arbitrary manner.

You don't have to tell me. You enjoyed following kings from all over the country and making big faces, didn't you? I'm tired of that, so you finally made your move.

Fulfilling my tiny pride is my top priority over doing something about me.

- So it ends up like this. "

Bikili…………….

A deep crack ran into the Holy Sword.

"Stop, now. Stop, give me that."

Pleading Howl III.

He now exists with the Holy Sword.

Because he is its user, he can reign as the head of the Union of Nations.

What happens if the Holy Sword is lost?

"Please. Please. Let go of my hand."

"That's not what I found out."

Fioria, even stronger, caged her strength.

"I wish the new church had a new Sacred Sword.

- Do you wish to leave the relics of the old days? "

And despair comes to Howl III.

The Sacred Sword was shattered and scattered.