It was a night when the moonlight seemed dazzling.
Forests lie ahead across the rift of the earth, and imperial armies set up camps in front of them.
Shaken by carriage carriages, Vern was returning to the Empire-occupied Empress Country. Seeing the look on the faces of the girls stained with the colour of despair, I accidentally find myself in a similar atmosphere.
I can't even imagine how they're going to treat the Imperial Army from now on.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. This Belfergo has fulfilled his promise to lower the bridge."
"... Thank you for your hard work"
Talk to a dark-haired man who would be an imperial human being, with Berfergo in a haunted manner. From the carriage carriage that was put on and stopped by the woods, the view is blurred in the darkness at night.
"Actually, it's a little small, but there's also a souvenir."
If Berfergo turned a nasty face towards the carriage, the man also shut up and chased his gaze.
"How about, if you don't mind..."
"You're an unsaveable piece of junk."
"Yes? Now what?
The next moment a man shook up his left hand, a black shadow poked up from Belfergo's foot. It became a pillar. It swallowed the fat body without sound and took a few seconds from the criticality to gradually lose it.
There's nothing left, nothing left as dust.
"Dirty pig. It's not something I could trust, like a man who betrayed his country of service."
Like breathing, the man disappeared without even holding for a little while.
One of the girls terrorized by this jumped out of the carriage carrier. Running away into the woods with a shitty scream. Was it an abrupt act, with the intent of an Imperial Army soldier who was nearby?
"No, not that way! That way -!"
Wern, who noticed as soon as possible, rushed after the girl's back.
On my journey with Alan, I remembered that there were wild wolves living in this neighborhood and that this time period would be particularly active.
The forest was depressing to see and had poor vision. If I was surrounded, I didn't think there was any way I could cut through a girl with no power whatsoever.
Desperate to chase, but a little slow.
Rushing to the person who heard the scream, it was suggested that the girl went to the scene where she was being attacked by several wolves. It is bitten by a rounded body, scratched around with sharp nails, and also felt by the wind being squeezed.
"Back off! If you say so!
Yelling and interrupting in between, Vern intimidates the blue and white light together - the time the wolves had been stopped from moving did not last long. The disease prevented me from keeping the light.
As soon as you spit blood, your body stops moving as you wish.
Squeezing her margins before she could, she covered herself with a frightened girl.
"Alan, Alan, Alan... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
Wern becomes distant in consciousness.
When I lost consciousness, I felt like someone was nearby.
- It will be a year before Kensei rises.
Gadinoa uses Federation insiders to attack a rift in the land across the border between Empus and Britaina. It took possession without causing any damage to the bridge, which could be considered the final line of defense of the Confederacy.
From now on, the Confederate army will know for itself the high level of its defensive capability - he was not proud of this, but brought the victory of the Empire closer to unwavering by building new fortifications around him.
At this time, he had an unexpected pick up.
She was a beautiful woman with dark hair and dark eyes.
He was also the kind of person who stood up for someone else while being put in a desperate situation. The appearance of it was such that such a living appearance appeared to be rare.
"... there was a lame woman."
Cover one girl and take on the threat of the wolves in one hand.
Why are you doing that?
It was only on a whim that I took my feet. I just wanted to ask the woman why if she still had breath. But seeing the sight, his body moved without thinking about anything.
If I realized it, I was intimidating and driving away the wolves who would be attacked by women.
Looking at the unconscious woman as she was, her sight soaked.
On his fingertips glaring at his eyelids were tears he didn't remember shed for a long time. It doesn't take that long until you realize why it's happened. It was so simple.
"I can't believe I didn't have to ask why."
If there is a world of the Pacific ahead, it would be as disrespectful as possible -.
Millions of lives have been lost as sword emperors, and one day they will have been singled out for federal hatred.
He was resented by his allies for abandoning soldiers who had been taken prisoner of the Federation.
He executed some of the people who continued to resist in the occupied city to show off.
Even a young child slaughtered him if he was to come across with hostility.
He snapped his father's neck in front of his daughter, who was unaware of the circumstances, and came to sell his daughter.
The insider wiped it out after using it as much as possible.
Eventually he even killed the humanity of himself and was like a machine.
Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me, the world won't change forever. I saw too many dirty parts of humans including myself there, and only when, I even forgot such a simple thing.
Originally, humans should have believed it was a creature that could do it.
"... I hear the sexual roots were screwed"
Gadinoa, holding the woman back, immediately summoned a soldier of his men.
Within Empoos, the city near the rift of the earth.
On the outskirts is a mansion inhabited by senior federal officials.
It was abandoned, with the exception of valuables, at the stage of the invasion of half of the national territory by the Empire. Sometimes close to a rift in the earth, which from now on will be the empire's largest defensive line, this was used as a temporary residence for the Sword Emperor in the battlefield.
This was also due to Gadinoa's blood muscles.
Direct and most powerful knight of the Emperor of the Holy Carmezza Empire.
That would be the right title for the sword emperor, but he also has the title of nobility. In an empire where the authority inhabited by blood muscles says things, no matter how much the frontline, it was not thought to be a good existence to let them camp in the canopy.
Even more so for its subordinates, it is easier to be spent in a proportionate manner.
I just don't live alone. From his parents' house, which was set up in Az La Farue in the Imperial capital, he also joined the family ordinances and servants who had accompanied him on the battlefield.
He was forced by a family decree that led him to live in the war.
Gadinoa, who attacked the bridge, left the rest of his men in control to return to the mansion.
The family ordinance and servants who were waiting for me to return are blind to me.
Especially by a woman wearing a plain black dress on her fuzzy body and a white apron on top - an old family order called Kinke made me weep in a way that was probably very impressive.
I was misleading myself because I came back with something like that.
It was predictable, but it still seemed depressing when it was actually done.
"Well, my husband... my husband..."
Beautiful brunette with dark hair and dark eyes, with Vern in her arms. I'm surprised so much by the fact that I don't even remember ever seeing someone bring a woman home.
Nor did he have the energy to excuse himself, and Gadinoa waited for the words.
"Have you finally made up your mind to consolidate yourself? So this woman finally sees you as her heir? Oh please, while these eyes are black, come on, what, what..."
Kinke, who glanced at Vern, deliberately pressed his head against him.
"Don't say a mess. I don't care about you. Somebody let a woman take care of you."
"In some sick daughter? You shouldn't do that. In the unlikely event of a future wife, the name of Barchiot, who served the house of Llumiops for generations of his ancestors - be polite with this one."
I can tell the servants that Kinke had withheld by his side.
Depositing Wern with them, Gadinoa turned his foot to his chamber.
"Sir. Can you take a rest now?
I am called to a halt and asked.
"I'm awake. Let me know when you've calmed down to take care of the woman."
"Yes, I did.... but they rarely let me in and it seems like I'm coming. I guess that's all for your husband. Which of the hell did you pick up that big weight favorite?
"Don't be too weird. But... she's not a bad woman."
Vern woke up on a bunk he doesn't know.
As my consciousness became clearer, my confused memories were also sorted out.
After leaving under Alan, to the State of Britaina, across the rift of the earth, which is the boundary, to the State of Empus, covering the girl from the wolf herd in the forest, which was near the rift, and finally the memory was broken.
A spacious, sunny room, spaced between corners upstairs.
There are two large windows leading to the balcony, one luxurious sleeping area at the window, one equipped closet, and one small cafe table and rocking chair set. Are there any other condiments that I would be happy with my luxury taste to see?
Waking up a heavy body, she was inadvertently called from the side.
"How are you feeling?
I also read in the rocking chair, from Gadinoa. On the buckwheat cafe table, there was a coffee cup with the season in it, and there was a hint of hot air as it aromatized.
"Are you, then...?
"... I'm not willing to do this. Take it easy."
The impression of a man who killed every man without hesitation is also strong, and Vern unwittingly finds himself.
That's where I noticed my clothes were changing. The fabric is also dressed in good black negligee. It was too late, but I immediately handed the blanket over to hide my body.
It wasn't just that I was shy of being seen with my bare skin by the opposite sex as a single woman.
"... you saw it?
"I let the servant woman do the care. I heard it later."
Turning his face away from remorse, Vern inquires in a resentful voice.
Gadinoa's voice, which answers as she reads, felt almost unobtrusive.
"We're not together like that. This..."
Aware of what was beside him, Vern called it 'this'.
As the medical condition progressed, it was finally beginning to swell into crystallization outside the body. This is all I thought I'd show Alan until the end of the day.
While I slept through it, someone who didn't even know its name saw it, asked me by an unspecified number, and it wasn't an intolerable humiliation.
"Until then, what are you ashamed of?
"Don't know anything. Are you listening?
"Not very long, I know"
Letting his hectic face bow down, Vern spilled, "Then..."
Gadinoa, who closed the book as she saw it, stood up and walked over.
I didn't bring you this far back to see you like that. I made him stare back at himself, who was just going to rot, I want to see a beautiful life then - even if I didn't mean to, I wasn't convinced of him thinking so.
I stifle my body out of fright. Still, whatever they did, I didn't feel like resisting. I waited for my body to forgive me from giving up, because it wasn't that long ago, as it said.
But they didn't do what they thought.
Gently, I was just put my hand on the flank where it was.
"This is a sign that you're alive."
Gadinoa's words continued with such a foreboding.
"Until the time you visit one day is shorter than people...... so your living time is something you can easily let go of? Is it this time of year that you want to live to the end? There must be something that only you can see, something that you can feel, something that you've been allowed to talk about."
Wern was listening to his interpretation, a little confused.
"You say it a lot in the way you found out?
"No one can correctly guess your heart. That's why."
Gadinoa, slowly pulling his hand, retreats to the cafe table.
"... apparently it's cooled down a bit. I don't like being too warm. I'll re-brew it. If that's what you want, I'll have your share, too?
I was caught sighting on the coffee I was about to drink, but Wern was pointing that way.
Even after half a month of protection, Wern didn't speak much.
Even when Kinke and other servants called me 'ma'am' to look after my clothes and accommodations, when I had some trouble, and even when Gadinoa was in the same room, I never distracted myself from a certain distance.
I kept living like that without trying to get away from the top of the sleeping table in my room.
No matter how well treated you are, it doesn't change the fact that you're in an enemy country, and you don't always get your palms back.
If I had forgotten that I was kept alive on a whim and had come to a point of being trusted and betrayed, I wasn't sure I could stand such a trick alone.
From that day on, Alan was next door when it got hard on something.
I don't do anything, I've always been next door, and I can't tell you how much I've been saved by it.
"He's still alive, isn't he?... Am I still alive in you?
It was one morning when I endured such anxiety.
Gadinoa, who had visited the room at a predetermined time so far, did not show up for the day. In lieu of that, or near noon, the mansion was visited with a room on the face it saw for the first time.
She was a woman with a big mole floating around her face with her silver hair cut short.
He was wearing tightly up and down the blue rugged man, exposing the lines of his feminine body at all costs. The fact that it was not simply an outfit that emphasized physical beauty was also felt by the amateur from the way he was dressed.
If you even closed your eyes to that mole, perhaps everyone would have called you a beauty man in men's clothes.
"Master Gadinoa will serve you while you are away. Call me Bergamot."
Put your posture correctly on the chair you put on by the bedside and bow your head solemnly.
Vern was chasing her every move like that with his eyes in confusion. Has it passed on, or has it been seen through - after a long silence, I was asked with certainty.
It's just that my waist is calm, and I'm not feeling like I blame you.
"Did you care about the mole? Or is it Master Gadinoa's destination?
"... Neither."
"Was it Master Left? I beg your pardon....... good luck guessing. You may just ask. Let me just talk to you for a second. It's about Lady Gadinoa."
Wern responded by being silent.
"Thank you," continues Bergamot.
"Master Gadinoa went to the battlefield. If you lived in the Federation, you may also have heard the name of the Sword Emperor. Can you imagine that Gadinoa's position in the Imperial Army is" Emperor of the Sword "or Sword Emperor?"
Wern remained silent.
"Since the rise eight years ago, standing on the battlefield has brought victory to the Imperial Army. Evacuate the full tactical strategy of the Federation from the front and minimize damage to allies. I have the power to say absolutely. It frightens the enemy and frightens the ally. … but if you are comfortable with killing people..."
Hearing that far, Vern whispered Bergamot's words.
"So what do you say? Am I supposed to compliment that guy?
"The truth is... he's really, really sweet. Not to say everything, as long as your feelings allow. Could you look at Master Gadinoa from just a few more steps in?
Look at her. - Excuse me? and Wern thought.
It wasn't long after Alan and I left, it was felt by the natural emotions that people had.
"Um, do you still care about the mole on my face?
"No. I don't know, yeah, you're being mean and stupid."
Frightened by an unconscious bergamot, Vern had a long grin.
The same sentiments apply to imperial humans, just as they do to Federation humans. How much we drew a line between each other. In the end that doesn't change.
So we should get rid of it once and see the person itself - she had lost sight of the words she had told Alan in her anxiety.
"Hey. Tell me about you"
"... about me, is it?
"I'm also tired of keeping my mouth shut all the time, so be the one to talk to... If you want me to believe that guy, let me believe you first. Because if I can believe you, I'll try to be positive about believing that guy, too.... So let me start with the mole thing?
It was about one night, when the month passed.
Wern, out on the balcony following the room, looked up to the clear night sky.
Drop the lights in the room and the true circle of the full moon floating as brilliant looked clearer. Its moonlighted scenery had struck me in the chest by a world of only pale black colored contours.
―――♪ ―――♪ ―――♪
On the day Ortimea was supposedly born, she sang a poem of prayer here.
Nobody lived in the neighborhood of the mansion, and if you could hear me, it was someone who served the Llumiops, or maybe Bergamot, who seemed to be shady and secretly on the escort. He also makes his humanity clear after he gets to talk to them, and he's not particularly suspicious.
Wern shouted out loud, not to anyone.
"... you're a good one"
I just finished singing all the way, and get a compliment on my back.
From the condition of my voice, I knew without looking back that it was Gadinoa.
I understand that there is a man who has never been in the mansion before - back from the battlefield. If Bergamot's words were true, he also thought he had put many human beings in his hands there again.
Then I felt helpless and sad.
"I pray that the divided path of prayer to the land of Arcadia is not one way, and I pray to the Arcadia sky that its blue and black are not all graces that live and live."
Looking back, Vern grinned at Gadinoa, who was also in the window frame.
"Is that who you really are?
Even when I was compared to my thoughts, I didn't really get a feeling for myself.
"I'm sure I'm different from who I think I am and who someone thinks I am. But maybe it's all me. Then it's up to me what I think and what someone thinks and whether I can get close or away from it in the end... it doesn't matter what you think"
"Apparently, she was a little troublesome"
"Vern"
"Is that your name?
Wern nodded loudly, pointing his finger at Gadinoa all the time.
"Gadinoa-Lumiops. Sword Emperor, what is it?
"Bergamot? Yeah, but?
"I can't go back to the Federation anymore. I don't see anyone who wants to see me. I don't know how long this body will last either. You're the only ones nearby who'll be there... so I'll try to believe you, let me believe you, okay?
"... Whatever you want"
Slightly as I was exchanging words, I learned the feeling of a closer separation of my mind. Where it became the territory of the Empire, the human beings of the Empire and the Federation, little by little, little by little...
The activity of the first formation of Kensei instantly passed to all the two armies.
It is an unbelievable battle that makes a difference of 30,000, indeed six times, between the Imperial Army and 5,000 Confederates.
Within the Confederacy there is a voice of joy in the resurgence of Kensei after Yagen.
Within the Imperial Army, on the other hand, there is a voice that says, 'There is no way that an opponent could rewind whose hue of defeat has been so intense', and in the rear region, a voice that brings it high 'It's a holla story'.
Few Imperial Army soldiers saw the moment.
Gadinoa was half-hearted by the existence of such a sword saint.
Thirty thousand people who went to the battlefield were out of the news, this is an indisputable fact. It can be inferred from the fact that no one was able to defeat them, that they were wiped out.
But there is resistance to what individuals have done.
Something Photonstone's new weapon was developed, and it was still more realistic.
Still, if it were real, its power would be immeasurable in imagination and so on.
"There's more to be sure of."
Gadinoa went to the front and waited for the day when he could be seen with his sword saint.
A wilderness on a certain dragon vein, exactly what you deserve to call a wilderness.
Due to the effects of ranged attacks by elementarized photons and dropped bombs, few flat spots can be seen. Weak sunlight, blocked by cloudy weather, shades the earth in such darkness.
There was just that here and there was no obstacle.
One new body after another rolled over.
10,000 Imperial troops against 20,000 Confederate troops.
Even though there was a double force difference, the war situation proceeded with an imperial advantage. Some time after the clashes, the front appeared to be a riot pattern involving Confederate, Imperial knights and soldiers.
To the right, to the left, to the front, to the back, the threat of elementarization flies fiercely across the battlefield, and from the weak to death.
The knights fought the knights and the general soldiers fought the general soldiers.
Both forces understand that that is a less expensive way of fighting. Even in a state that seems lawless at first glance, if you look at it crumbly, there is still a hard thing left to do: order.
On this battlefield, Gadinoa cut ahead of the Imperial Army.
"A man with a double sword in his dark hair, heck, he's a sword emperor. Ah!? Oh, I need your help. Yeah!?
"Damn, damn... damn! You monster. Oh, yeah!
One Confederate soldier fears, and one knight stands up resolutely.
Slash down with two long swords without missing any of them.
Gadinoa was looking for Kensei, but he couldn't find a knight like it.
Already the Confederate army is in a state of no wonder when it is defeated. Whether he was paying for another battlefield, or was still a dem, he even began to think the latter seemed more likely.
"- Whoa!"
Two, a tremendous roar echoes across the wilderness.
Approximately 300 Meidas away, a flying dragon appeared over Federation headquarters. That looked like a wind that was lingering with repeated swirls as it strongly refused to land.
"Is that human?
Once in a while, a black figure jumps off its back, of the Fei Long, who caught the attention of the battlefield.
With his eyes elevated by complete sensation, Gadinoa ascertained his identity.
- It was right after that.
Signs of being too intense and powerful, as if it were a slit through the skin, swell around the mysterious figure. That sign, which arrived in total disregard of distance, was felt with bottomless darkness.
"Become... to?
Approximately the wars, ten medas, thirty medas, sixty medas...... gradually increasing the leap distance, the mysterious figure looms upright. He was packed in time in just about five seconds and quickly made contact.
Around twenty when I was a year old. I have long gray hair, black kimono, and a blue sheath knife on my hand.
"... this guy!?
Gadinoa convinced the youth up close.
It was shaken off by a horrible speed from the continuous blade extraction of contact. Gadinoa chooses not to take it with a long sword, but to turn his body against it and avoid it.
I had an instinct that I had to.
The sharp body that the opponent squeezes from the diagonal bottom cuts open, avoiding it with a rind.
At the next moment, the earth on the extension of its thick muscle disappeared with an ear-cuttering roar from the soldiers of the Imperial Army. Can't be prevented by a half-breed defense, is that the obvious power?
He put an equal amount of power on the long sword of both hands and slashed it back faster than the sound.
But he was knifed together, and no counterattack would pass.
The aftermath of the collision sweeps deep through the earth at your feet, and the force flowing up reaches cloudy weather to open a wind hole. The sunlight plugged from it brightens the battlefield, which was dark.
They grasped each other's power, flew over each other, and looked at each other.
"Empire is the sword emperor, Gadinoa-Lumiops"
"Confederate Sword Saint...... Alan-Smithy"
That was a name that emanated from simple respect.