Covered in cloudy weather, it was a forest around the old cathedral.
It was - turned into a wilderness by the repeated clashes between John and Ivan.
The earth, by the way, had fallen, and had lost its flatness. Most of the trees there have fallen from their roots, or turned into dust and exposed to the wind, with no original visible shadow.
For the two of us who once wiped out one mountain, this was also a familiar landscape.
Sometimes I could also say that this was done to this extent because there were still additions and subtractions from each other.
"- Hmm?"
I can't feel the two photons......?
During the battle, John once again stopped the movement, feeling strange within the old cathedral.
"Apparently they settled...... but it's still boring with you in one hassle"
Ivan, who had made the same mistake he noticed, reluctantly lowered his double sword somewhere short. I say as I look at the old cathedral. The grass also sounded like the wind that knew this would happen.
With resentment for the sharp glance sticking at him, John responds.
"Is that you, who had merciless, emotionless eyes, ready to have those eyes? That's what I'd like to show Vern. You'll be delighted."
"What do you want now?
Tighten your face slightly and Ivan speaks the truth.
"Seventy years that you spent alone in the mountains...... I have lived in the world. Shortly after the ceasefire, reconstruction began, people's lives moved away from strife, and dizzying developments began. I didn't feel bad watching. Peace did not come, but it became the world that Vern wanted."
John lowered the knife he had erected and heard the rest of it.
"But how about that now? People forget to tell the story of history, or they drown in their own greed, trying to repeat the history we bled... can you forgive this?
"No way Lord...... don't go away. Even if it is the first time, surely there are those who desire the world of the Pacific. A man like your Lord, such as taking the will of some foolish powerful men as a totality..."
Seeing Ivan's purpose, John blamed the way he thought.
"Just a few months, I just touched people's emotions. Say it the way you found out. People's minds are easy to transfer. If it comes to war, the world is once again consumed by great anger and hatred. It starts as another HR. Besides, it's the first time I've ever known myself involved. And with feelings far from peace, you inherit them with your offspring."
"So... why would that be?
"How many dead? How many of us have we killed? What did you believe and fight for? What's that thing that tore Vern and you apart?... I won't tell you I forgot you."
When asked, John had no words to return.
"If you ask 'why' so far, make it a word so that there is no misunderstanding… If a person wants to destroy the world that Vern wanted himself, if he wants to forget those times, he will do what he wants. Yeah, me and you can make it happen, and I'll carve you into this world once and for all."
Make sure to point it with a double sword on one side, and Ivan will be pronounced.
"Stand on the battlefield on the imperial side as Gadinoa-Lumiops. Return to Kensei, Alan-Smithy"
John did not answer. I couldn't answer.
I was convinced that the war should be spared at all costs. With a swinging mind, whichever way I chose, I also had a feeling I would regret it.
"The answer should be in action. A month. I won't wait any longer. That fool shouldn't be impatient either. If you look at the misery in there, you'll have one choice."
Again, Ivan looked at the old cathedral and said:
"Is that what Vern wants?
"I don't know. I just can't be a romanticist anymore. Let's go. Now we're done talking...... Sometimes, get the beauty of the moon back. Blunt swords don't do you any good, do they?
As if I had foreseen it, its full body would be shattered.
"... if there is then, irrespective"
John, with the excess body in his sheath, headed for the old cathedral.
When he reached the hall on the top floor, John glanced at him.
A stranger and a hollow are stabbed apart with one slightly calm face, one with a lingering indifference. A mutt, who had borne a deep hand just before, crawled down the floor dragging blood - and he was tightened in the chest to see what would have happened at their death, peering from the marks left on the scene and wondering what that meant.
"Unchanged. I can't change...... what did my time do to these kids in the first place? Empowering for self-satisfaction, foolishly nurturing the darkness of the heart, and finally taking away even its wishes"
Collect the beauty under the moon and take on the hollow and mute on both shoulders.
"Hurry ahead. Your lord is unlikely to be able to take you. Forgive me..."
John asked small for the carcass of the ultrasound to be left behind.
From one of Gilvim's cases, the possibility of the Hollows breathing back is highly probable. More than just not sure, we must at least hurry ahead. The three of them could not be carried away.
Bring out the hollows outside the old cathedral. Unlike Ivan, who smiles invincibly in the entrance hall, he does not deal with them just by giving them a glimpse, and gives priority to heading within the realm of Divine Professor's protection.
Behind that brain, Ivan's declarations were repeated.
"... Vern, what can I do?