A few days in battle with Kensei.
Gadinoa, returning to the Manor of Empus Country, headed straight for the Vern room with his legs intact.
I was called to Kinke along the way, but didn't appropriately engage that it was a boring requirement. I couldn't stay or stand without looking at that girlfriend's face, that's how I felt.
Open the door without even knocking and break into the room.
As usual, her figure was on the bedside. I woke up physically and had a book open at hand. I could see how I had just been reading.
Is it because I'm surprised at that - I'm stopping to go ahead and sending a serious glance at the open door?
"You're kind of restless today, aren't you?
Wern chuckled. The voice sounded thinner compared to when I first heard it. She has begun to lose strength and strength lately, and her body looked a little thin.
"I'm sorry. Surprised."
Quietly closing the door, Gadinoa sat down at the edge of the sleeping table where Vern was.
Slightly forward, I guess. Drops. I shut up without knowing how to talk about my current mood. Until now, I have decided to prepare coffee and visit, but only on this day can I afford that.
"It's like he's talking to me."
I would just as well tell Vern sitting on the edge of the bedroom, "What's wrong?," he laughs.
"... I had a feeling of death"
As he continued, Gadinoa reflected on his battle with Kensei.
"This is my first time on the battlefield. Every time I waved my sword toward that one, every time I took that gain with my sword, I felt something impatient. My body was trembling when I finished... people would say fear this"
Vern's face gets stiff - "Something wrong?," Gadinoa gently pushed down to cover her, asking in a strange manner.
I didn't feel any resistance, whether it was because my health was getting weaker or because I wasn't willing to reject her.
"I'll be back on the battlefield tomorrow.... I don't know when the day will come when I will be back here. Maybe this time will be the last. I'm not that confident either."
At such a distance that we can hear each other exhale, we stop and think of more than that. From there, let alone if she accepts the ahead, and ask with eyes, not words.
"... Fine. I'll forgive you."
It was responded to after a long silence, but "but" was added there.
"I want you to promise me something.... I have someone who has made up my mind. I'm sure he's alive somewhere in the Federation. If you destroy the Federation and end this war, I want you to find it and make it better. I want to believe you and say it because I won't be able to live until then"
By the time they so wished, Gadinoa was no longer willing to do so.
"I'll ask you what kind of man he is"
Push the slightest jealousy to death with reason and try to follow her will.
It would only be a terrible mistake to think that this was wholeheartedly accepted while keeping her in this situation.
Seeking while understanding yes would be too cowardly an act - with that in mind, Gadinoa cleared her ears to her words.
"He's a nineteen year old boy, his hair is white, his face is unfathomable but neat, he has very beautiful blue eyes... maybe he's got the blue knife I hit him with, maybe"
The more I heard about the features, the more vividly I was reminded of their appearance in my head.
And I regret what I found out.
"His name is Alan. Alan-Smithy.... my, the most important person in the world"
I'm so ashamed to say it, Vern smiles again.
There was a look there that I couldn't bring out on my own that I hadn't seen in the past year. No matter how close I was to it, I couldn't feel any room to get into it, etc., in my mind peeking behind it.
Gadinoa pulls herself "Remember" and points her foot at the entrance and exit of the room.
"Where are you going?
"I did a boring thing.... Chill your head a little"
Apologizing to Vern for saying so, he left the room.
Using the battlefield as a roll, Sword Emperor and Sword Saint shredded their sneeze many times.
It emits darkness on the left and light on the right - if the two types of elementalization are to be the greatest weapons of the sword emperor, then the "pure power" ahead, which has increased the foundational abilities to the extreme, lies in the sword saint's greatest weapon.
The diversity of elementarization fills the difference between pure forces, so that pure forces connect the diversity of elementarization. The opposing forces of the sword emperor and the sword saint were matched as if weighed.
Repeat the rewards you have shown while not reaching your opponent for any of your attacks, and not putting you in a critical situation.
Sometimes, that meant that errors would not be tolerated.
Only one battle where futile behavior leads directly to death. A knight whose opponent acts cannot exist without himself. No one can interrupt our own battle.
To fulfill their grief, they must settle sooner or later - since the first time they confronted each other, they were aware of each other's existence.
On the other hand, on the battlefield where the two confront each other, the Confederate army prevailed so much that it could be said that it was bound to.
It was the presence of Benjamin that was a factor.
Always marching with Kensei, he was overwhelming the Imperial Army by command while Kensei suppressed the Kensei Emperor. Even if you can't settle that, if your own army is defeated, the sword emperor has to be defeated too. We have to win or lose in the whole thing only.
By the time six months had passed after winning a streak of wars, the Confederate army had done enough to take back half of the territory taken. Therefore, the name of Kensei, which brought it about, also became much more widespread.
In one downtown, there was a battlefield that ended in a federal victory.
Alan, who joins the Federation 2,000, ravages the Imperial Army 3,000 in the absence of the Sword Emperor. The exercise of power like that of the First Formation was restricted as not to cause damage to the downtown area to be reclaimed, but it was still a battle to overwhelm the knights of the Imperial Army.
After sharpening some battle power, he took over the sweep to Benjamin.
In doing so, he gave them the effect of minimizing the damage to the Confederate army.
This will be a scene from when such battlefield victories and losses will never take place and not yet. It happened in a place that touched the eyes of many knights and soldiers of the Confederate army, who were in the process of dominating the city.
"Hey, wait a minute, I don't even think I'm willing to fight this guy!?
A tough looking young man yelled, characterised by dull red hair.
Spread your body in a light outfit over your eyes so that you can cover the Imperial Decapitators. From the way it makes you sweat on its cheeks, do you also feel that you are excited for extraordinary courage?
Shortly before this, Alan tried to find the wreck. Now, the swinging beauty of the moon remains overhead. If you feel like it, you can swing it down.
"Enemy, huh? That's a knight, too."
Ask a young man who does not stray from his gaze with a cold voice.
"... even I wouldn't deny it because I killed him scattered just now. But you've settled, haven't you? He's got parents, he's got daisies, hehe, I'm sure she's got cancer, right? He's not like us. He's a living human being. Please, just miss him, okay?
Joking and loving words, the young man's light attire is filled with bitter blood.
"Is that how you grow alive and become an enemy again and stand up?
"Oops,... oh, I don't know. You're the guy!
The sneezy, scratchy young man keeps groaning.
"They call me Kensei or something, they kill me so much, and you're paralyzed in the brain? If you kill this guy, somebody's gonna cry, okay?... a little, what's wrong with hesitating?
Alan, questioned so, had wonders and the appearance of Vern in mind.
"... you said that, too?
Spill it and slowly untie it - from the defeated soldiers who clenched their swords against it, they are slaughtered by pulling beside the youth. He takes a throwaway blow, like he doesn't care about his own life.
Alan, who avoids this on the brink, was almost reflexively slashing back.
"Why,... what are you doing, you idiot!
The look on the face of a young man who was watching the whole thing gets steeper until the defeated soldier gives him a bloodbath and falls. I stare at the wreckage, which is ticklish and immobile, and yell and scatter in terrible remorse.
Fu, the knights and soldiers who were around bothered.
Their stunned glances gathered at one point in Alan's cheek. The blow that seemed to have been avoided was plundering its cheeks, causing wounds even though it was very small.
The sight of Kensei being wounded, albeit by chance, is hard for them to believe.
"... I know what you're trying to say. But this seems to be the reality."
Wipe the blood passing through your cheeks with your fingertips and whisper to the young man standing up.
Alan walked away from the spot when he paid for the blood of his body and supplanted a beauty under the moon.
The next day, the cloudy sky will expand at noon.
Based in the reclaimed downtown area, Benjamin is planning his next operation with the neighbors.
Alan, who gets out of hand during these times, hung around the city with a beauty under the moon in his hand.
Even if Kensei was in the same row as the Third General, he was not willing to take on any role other than to participate in the battle. Nor would he have had his own men, nor would he have joined the operational meeting to give his opinion.
I just had to give the marshal all the orders he could give me.
So I haven't had any failures in the past six months, so I'm not going to save myself that way. Nor is there any haste at all for a situation in which Vern's whereabouts have not been identified.
"... What am I doing in a place like this?
Walking down the boulevard after the war, Alan spilled an empty voice.
Half or all destroyed and contiguous buildings. Rubble and conditioning scattered there. cobblestones stepped through by the weight of armor. Nago-knocked down plants. Confederate soldiers handling even the remains.
Residents of the city who have returned from evacuation - in a wounded city, looking at them with an abominable eye.
A wild bird, invited by the stench of death, was heard howling as she roamed over the sky, forever.
Kotsun......
'Why did you come to this city?!?
I can throw a stone with a curse on my walking back.
I felt something that seemed like a sign, but I wasn't even willing to avoid it because the killing was too weak - Alan, looking back at the cow to make sure, found some thoughtful boy there in his early teens.
I have a grudge. I'm staring at you.
Next door is also the figure of a woman who thinks of her as her mother, desperately pulling her hand with a blue face.
'If you guys hadn't come to the city, the city wouldn't have been like this! All the adults said it was better to be protected by the Imperial soldiers! And yet, why did you come!
'Stop it! Don't stop!
The federal government has the convenience of the federal government, the federal army has the convenience of the federal army, and the people.
In fact, this downtown was enriched by being taken by the Empire. The reign of the Empire was superior to the reign of the Federation, which was overwhelmed with defeats and plugged with cuts, and overwhelmed with triumphs and spread the land.
But if that was all we talked about, there wouldn't have been such a word out of the boy's mouth.
The policy of not coming here and plundering the Sword Emperor was encouraging people to change their minds.
"... are you rejecting us?
'Get out! Get out of here! I didn't want you guys!
Alan, who asked lightly, received it as the boy's answer.
Slowly put your hands on the moonlit beauty pattern inserted into your hips. If I refuse, i.e. can be an enemy, I can clean it up before it becomes an enemy - I looked to my frightened parents and children and thought about it without changing one complexion.
And I was just taking a step.
"Dowwwwww!? Hold on, hold on!
From a red-haired young man who remembers, he breaks in hastily again.
Alan stepped on two. The situation I had yesterday repeated the actors as well, and Totoro youth blocked me once more, and I was unexpected until I somehow pulled a knife.
"... is it you again"
A young man told him not to blur and drove his parents and children far away.
Continuing on, Alan was laughed at bitterly.
"No, no, if the Imperial Army is against them, I still know, but I'm so annoyed by those kid cho opponents"
"That's a bud of hostility. If you don't pick them, they won't even shrug your feet one day."
"You think too much... but you, if you say so, will you wait properly? Doesn't mean I'm not at all mouthless, and you were right to come looking for something."
"Were you looking?
"Hey, you got a minute? You could drink about that, right?
In the hand offered by the sneered young man, the liquor bottle was gripped, if you look.
"I'm a fazinio. Are you Alan?
I went up to the roof of the building facing the boulevard, looking for a place where the city's inhabitants couldn't get close.
Find a glass out of the condiments that were scattered on the street, wipe the sand with the hem of your clothes, and pour the liquor you had into your nose - a young man named Fazinio sits and prepares it, not close or far away.
"Look, it's your share," Alan was handed what he could.
I wasn't too keen on being shown that nearby, but I received it in silence.
While doing so, I was thinking about why I was dating a young man's liquor. I'm totally aware that I'm driving things crazy, but I didn't know I didn't ignore what I could have ignored.
Without answers, I can lose as much and do Fazinio's own share.
"He said he didn't put any poison in it. Take it easy anyway."
Glimpsing the glasses on the side, Alan glanced back at the booze at hand.
After a little worrying about what to do, I open the glass myself thoughtfully.
"Hmm? I can't let it be the booze I picked up."
Words popped out of Fazinio's mouth that should not be heard.
Blah, and he spit out the liquor through his half throat, and Alan swept in badly.
"Wow, you didn't get dirty!? Hey, what's up, man?
"... you think it's a pickup?
Alan frowned just like him at the frowning fazinio.
"No, the plug wasn't empty, was it? Maybe even new."
"What do you want from me? Are you kidding me?
Alan asked impatiently.
"Oh, uh... I'm sorry about yesterday. Your title is scratched."
Fazinio's words continued to seem sorry.
"I knew I didn't have that kind of muscle, but I still couldn't watch it"
"I don't remember ever boasting my title. You don't have to."
"Right. But you were trying to kill me so easily, and you didn't really know what I was talking about, or hanging out with me like this."
"I don't know either. Things are going crazy these days."
"How did you become a sword saint?
Alan was talking when he realized if it was because the booze came in, or because he was relaxed by Fazinio's lack of malice, or because he remembered his loneliness for not being known to anyone.
He remembered the real reason by telling someone about when he met Vern, about the days he lived with Vern, and about that night when Vern was gone - six months after he became Kensei and had the feeling that the purpose of fighting was a great substitute for the defeat of the Imperial Army.
"- That's right. I'm here to get Vern back."
Fighting as a Confederate army is only a means.
"Ugh, well, you had a hard time too..."
He rinses his nostrils, wipes away the tears accumulated in his eyelids, and opens the glass to distract his remorse, and pours more booze.
When I finished talking about how it happened, Fazinio was crying beside me.
"Why are you crying?
"Idiot, you cry at times like this. Look, you're definitely gonna have to help that Vern kid, okay? You're gonna be happy, aren't you? I'll give you as much of a hand as I can, okay? See?"
Fazinio is crying for himself - even if I know, I can almost get that far to the person in the pattern that can be described as first meeting, I can't empathize or understand his heart like that.
Now, I was feeling a tingling warmth there, similar to when I was spending time with Vern.
"... you're a busy man, you are"
That's how he spilled it, and Alan put his mouth on the booze he was about to drink.
A front pushed back to the west finally crossed the Niadale country.
It is no more than the recapture of the State of Britaina that the Confederate army led by Benjamin has set itself the next goal.
It took a few days for the main unit distributing Kensei to be armed. Originally bright to geography in the territory of the Union, the defensive capacity of the State of Britaina is not insulting, so it was thought that it should be fully fledged.
In the meantime, Gadinoa had even returned to the mansion of Empus Country.
Inside of being able to survive, he wanted to spend just the same amount of time.
If I could distract him from the anxiety that one day would be obscure at the end of his visit - until he reached the mansion, yes.
I was still able to think.
The look on Kinke's face greeting him on the front porch, as usual, looked terrible to me. If a human being named her knew she wouldn't make a bad quality joke even if she made fun of her, she could immediately have guessed that something must have been right.
Unprecedented haste to the room made sure he would open the door.
"Ah... it's been a while. I thought you weren't coming home anymore."
Accompanied by the name of the number of people used, he lies neatly on the sleeping table. He has an obviously bloody face. There are symptoms of crystallization everywhere on the nauseous body.
He sounds ravaged, he has a weak breathing voice - the expectations he had were shattered by how Vern looked like that.
Gadinoa was left alone with her as the servants graciously removed the room.
"... oh. I'm back to see you."
Wern nodded with a grin and glanced at him as "it". There was an unrecognizable desk there, and on that desk there was a flat crate about one Meida square.
"Open it... I hit it. I want you to take it."
As urged by her, Gadinoa ascertains the contents of the crate.
The blade crossing is about the length of the arm, the width of the palm, and the body of the single blade is flat and thick. Shaped like a pattern on a peak, a sharp blade passes from the body to the part that serves as a fist guard.
It contained two waves of isomorphic colors, white and black, which could not be generally described as swords.
I heard he was a blacksmith in the Federation. I was also told that they have elementation that can produce fine metals. I couldn't think of any other reason to get that far in the six months since then.
"The Kinkes,... nobody stopped them?
"You've been stopped. It's decided. I said I couldn't, and they even took me to my house when I lived in this country. If you won't take me, make a scene that I'll walk you away... so don't blame them. I want you to live and fulfill my wish."
Vern has not yet been informed of the identity of the sword saints who are killing each other.
Gadinoa thought of herself as a despicable person. I couldn't speak from myself. I could not give her as one just because it was given to her, I felt painful that I was only to that extent.
"If I'm relieved that I can give it to you,... I'm sorry. Rest a little..."
Vern falls asleep to lose his mind forever.
Several options were divided into two parts. Keep betraying her trust or make sacrifices to fulfill her thoughts - in any case, it doesn't make much difference that we don't have much time.
Gadinoa grinds as she stands looking at her sleeping face.
"… order me, Master Gadinoa"
By the way, Bergamot appeared in the shadows until then.
From her, who stood behind her without even being called, a mole on her cheek is pressed against her back.
Given the meaning of those things she said and did, it broke my heart to realize that she had already guessed, and to think of her health.
Gadinoa could not speak from himself again.
"I understand your disrespect. … please order."
In the centre of the country of Britaina passes through a rugged mountain range separating the national territory from the east and west.
There are paths that can be bypassed from north to south, but here, naturally, a robust fortress was built in anticipation of it.
With Kensei's offensive power, it would be easy to destroy and break through, but for the Confederate Army, which cannot afford to rebuild, it was a bitter measure to consider as a last resort.
Camping on a plain on the east side of this mountain range, the Confederate troops worked out their next operation.
It was also replenishing supplies from neighboring cities that it reclaimed a few days ago. At this time, not only were the supplies of the Imperial Army, which occupied the city, but the Confederate forces also wound up supplies from the people.
I needed to get it when I could, more than just keep winning streaks like this. Even if it is resented by the people with their offspring - an instruction given by Benjamin under his responsibility.
He also hired the man in his hand from the city with gold to make a liquor store in the camp on a temporary basis, as he could not allow his knights and soldiers to accumulate his depression in order to boost his morale.
Expected to be about a week before the scouts bought the information and returned home, until then, I also allowed myself to get involved in other entertainment.
Everything was for the Federation to triumph, and Benjamin's heart had become a ghost.
It will be the third night when the camp is stretched out.
As he secretly left the camp, Alan looked up to the night sky on a plain of nothing. I looked at the full moon floating there and glowing brilliantly.
From the day Wern disappeared, he began to see the full moon with special eyes.
Because I was aware of the name of this knife I still have without letting go of my skin.
That's how I silently think about what she thought and named her moonlit beauty.
"I wanted to be there.... I knew you were still doing it today?
But the alone time doesn't last very long.
Fazinio visits without a foretaste and begins to look up at the night sky in the same way on the side.
Alan said, "... too?" He asked back what he cared about.
"Yes, yes. On a full moon day, you'll be alone, watching Bo, and you'll be famous among us. Some of them say they're talking to the moon or just dressed, and... some of them are creepy."
It was the first story I had ever known when someone told me.
"... Was it"
Alan cut his gaze from the full moon and turned his foot to the camp.
I can chase the rest like I panicked to Fazinio.
"Oh, I'm sorry. That's not what I meant."
I don't care what they think.
I walk with my shoulders lined up.
"By the way, there's a liquor store in the camp, right?
"Say no."
"It's early.... you go too. I'll follow you too."
"It just entertains me where I was"
"Even early. If you talk to me, they won't freak out either. So..."
Uncoherent, he returned to a camp with a number of ceilings. Ignoring Fazinio's persistent invitation, Alan turns to the ceiling set up just for himself.
Structure with sturdy cloth stretched to support the four main pillars. There is a space for about ten adults, including an assembled sleeping area and a luggage box. It was large compared to other ceilings and was painted to show at a glance who this was for.
"I don't know what a funny guy you really are, I miss you"
"He's persistent, you too... but"
Maybe I could go, Alan was about to change his mind.
Whatever it was, trying to get back to the ceiling first, he pushes a heavy cloth down to its entrance and exit - the moment he walks inside, he picks up the kill on the ceiling.
A threatening figure falls through a storm.
In the blink of an eye, he pulled out the beauty under the moon and twiced it there. Nor shall it be a storm armor. Fly one arm of the opponent and bathe a deep knife from opposite shoulders to hips.
A shadow bounced by momentum hit the luggage box and slowly brought it to a halt. I immediately checked with the canopy lights and found it to be a secret of a woman with a mole on her face.
"Hey, what's that noise now!?
Fazinio hears things.
"Ha-ha-ha..." the woman bleeds. Even if it's a bug breath, it's alive.
Alan set up a beauty under the moon to stab her in the stomach, but stopped moving on the name she heard from the woman's mouth. He opened his eyes round and asked, not yelling, but with a powerful voice.
"... where did you hear the woman's name?
"You, Alan-Smithy, no doubt, seem..."
A woman takes a single letter out of her nose to show it, as she squeezes the last force.
Alan, picking up a letter thrown at his feet, looked into the contents when he saw the nodding woman. And when I found out what it was about, I immediately popped out of the canopy. He also shook out the voice of Fazinio's suppression and ran away.
Seeing as that was happening, the woman was spilling like relieved.
"I admire you. Dear Gadinoa,"