It was the next night that I returned to the camp.
"I have experience, but... what can I do to mourn people?
And he said, looking for Fazinio.
I held Vern dearly in his arms. From the waterfall in the middle of the western part of the mountain range, I walked her home through the night from where I met her again.
Seems sad to see it as it is, as if it has not yet swallowed the circumstances, I am stunned by Fazinio. I didn't have the strength to talk from myself there.
"Anyway, I'll get ready, so you wait."
After that time lasted a little, Alan got a response that looked like he'd taken into account.
Drive a carriage to the nearby city to collect the appropriate wood. Lumber together a short distance from the camp and stand on a pedestal about hip-length. Fill the pedestal with firewood.
With Sleeping Vern as a corner of his sight for about half an hour before Fazinio prepared, Alan could only wait.
The Sword Saints are trying to mourn someone - just looking away, and there's no sign that the other soldiers are coming to help.
But this would have been natural.
Until now, the word cruelty has taken tens of millions of lives by breathing through acts that seem easy, and there is no way that sympathy can be bought where we have now behaved like human beings.
"There, … it's the last time."
Following Fazinio's gaze, Alan had Vern lay on the pedestal.
Burn her restful expression into the retina as she hand-tightens her dark hair. Leaving by her side with remnants of fame still at heart. I imagined seeing what I was going to do with the pedestal.
"... please don't change your mind"
Say, it won't be long before Fazinio lights the pedestal firewood.
The flames that were born burned with white smoke, and eventually covered everything. Fire powder rises in the darkness of the moon and night, and if it disappears somewhere, new fire powder rises again.
The viewing Alan recalled after she fell asleep.
"... we were asked to live. But we have to settle with one death or another. And survivors must end this rotten world of war. That's all we carried. I am obliged to do so.... I will definitely settle next. Run and I'll kill you."
Gadinoa said when he left.
Alan didn't know what to do now.
It was all a battle to get Vern back.
For that I have become a pawn in the Federation and have put tens of thousands of lives in my hands.
Unclear as to when that was the purpose of the fight, inclined to the overthrow of the Empire, he finally became an arrowhead who was aware of the error of recognition, and suddenly lost everything.
So I don't know anymore.
Her wishes will not come true unless she lives. If he survives, he'll be obliged.
You can throw everything out and get away with it right now. There is also a desire to escape. Still, it's hard to take a step forward.
I've been strong on someone for the sorrow of losing someone - I was unconscious of the heart caring for someone out of her sleep.
"It'll take a while... I don't know what happened, but don't be alone now. He says you should stay where there are other people, you..."
While being taken by Fazinio, Alan took a trip to the makeshift tavern.
Until then, the place where knights and soldiers were making foolish noises shimmered back at the same time. Seeing this, it seemed obvious who watered it. I couldn't say it was a very welcoming atmosphere.
"Can you make something strong?
Cross by the frightened soldiers and sit in line at the counter.
Fazinio ordered it from the hired shopkeeper, and each had liquor on hand. Liquor poured into a crude glass was a brand with a high alcohol content and was characterised by a slightly stronger aroma.
"Vern had been invaded by the disease. I didn't realize one thing or another."
Drinking up in a breath, Alan spilled with a mouthful of voice.
"He didn't say anything to you?
"... oh"
"Didn't you hide it? I looked at that kid's body a little bit, but that's probably the one they said was incurable or something. I couldn't tell you. Sometimes there's no choice."
"You know what I mean? You know something I don't."
"No, no... can you proudly say that you understand? You're just not the crowd. Most of the time when I was a kid, I looked at my grown-up back, and I kind of knew that I was going to do this, and someday I was going to have an idea of my own, and I was going to make a distinction between things."
"... is that the right thing to do?
"I don't know. I don't know about that either. But that's the most common thing, and if it's true, I'm sure you would have. It was. Come on, like this... damn."
"How do I grow up? What's an adult?
"He's the mon who thinks of himself and works hard to find him."
"Think, think, think. You too...... Vern said it too. Why won't you tell me?"
'Cause from what I know, it doesn't belong to me.'
If I was exchanging words with Fazinio, then someone stood beside me.
Alan glanced sideways - an upside-down brown short-haired woman waving her fist there, "Hey." From there, a blow protruding in a swinging down mood enters the flank that was utterly irresistible.
He went right through Fazinio and fell hard on the ground.
"Oh my... what the hell is going on all of a sudden!?
Fazinio yells.
"Why were you drinking on such a white side, ahhh?!
Words returned from a woman who was badly drunk by contrast, with an equivalent tone.
"You're Kensei or something, right?... these guys here are always drinking because they think they might die tomorrow, including me, hey!?
I don't think Kensei's life has ever been in danger, but I'm not kidding you when you expose a dead man's face to that habit!
Oh my gosh, I enjoyed my drink, whoa!?
I wondered why I was being blamed. I questioned whether Kensei was also unacceptable to dwell in grief. When we were always all unhappy with ourselves, we learned to be angry if we misunderstood so.
Alan gets up quietly and lets himself loose in frustration.
I let go of signs of a monster as I was cursed, shivering up everyone who was on the spot. If you kill this guy and you feel any better about this - make the woman favor the other guy.
"What kind of noise is this?
Just then, Benjamin showed up. It was a very lucky coincidence for a woman. The knights and soldiers also exhaled in relief, treading that it would fit round as he came.
"Ah... no, it's nothing. Because it's just a drunken twist. Huh?... Alan, get him back to that kid already. Thank you. I think that's better."
"I'm sorry," he whispers to Fazinio, who excuses him.
"... it's not about you apologizing"
Alan calmed down to get high and thought. In the end, that's how I can only have enough anger to think about it. If I disgust myself like that, I can't wait.
Depositing things with Fazinio, he turned back to Vern.
The next morning. If you say it, the blue and clear sky pattern expands.
"... the sincerity, kindness that people should have for people"
Mumbling in a solitary crematorium, Alan turned his thoughts around about it.
"It was a terribly dirty alley... you just met. You took my hand. I remember thinking he was a strange guy, but I didn't feel like rejecting him.... Is that it?
Think back to when you met Vern.
"I stole Mr. Zoldif's eyes, struck him with a dagger, found him, beat him... and you jumped out of the workshop, and I immediately laughed, wondering if he looked terribly dissatisfied.... Wouldn't that be different?
Think back to how Vern was.
"It rained blood on my bought grudge... you said you regret it. I also told him not to go anywhere. Don't worry, I got anxious. Has my chest been disgusting for a while because of such inconsistencies?
Think back to what you felt from Vern.
"I traveled all the way to Yama country... and from that time on, you looked a little different. No, maybe I was changing so you could look different."
Vern, who has been an apprentice all along, is gone.
I don't know if that's right. I don't know if that's a mistake. I don't know what's right about that and what's wrong with that. I don't even know how to interpret my mood.
"Would you still tell me to think about it?
Collect the remains one by one from the burn and deliver them to a little extra crate in both hands. This also included those that remained crystallized and uncooked. For him, that's none other than hers.
On the front line, where the gaze continued across the mountains, he was unwilling to make a grave and bury it.
She lived all over the place, sometimes to escape, shadowed by the shadows of war, so she felt like she wanted to at least take her home to her birthplace and do it with her bare bones.
I want Vern back to his hometown - if it is, he has to survive.
"I still have a reason to fight."
Cut up her thoughts without answers, and Alan tells herself.
Eventually when I was finishing up my bare bones and standing up at the crematorium, someone stood me up. I realized that Benjamin was still the person stopping my leg away without seeing him in person.
If I kept my mouth shut, I would have heard from him in a manner that seemed to be behind me.
"I ordered Captain Fazinio to tell me what was going on. I am sorry to end up with such a result. If I had led you this far sooner... please forgive me for my impudence"
There is untrue sympathy, regret and apology.
Alan honestly couldn't take it.
I didn't ask you to forgive me or apologize for anything - I didn't care about Benjamin in the first place, even though I didn't think it was urgent from the beginning to see where the reason you would be sorry. I wasn't expecting it.
We have only recognized each other as a relationship to use.
Above all, I am uncomfortable with words that make me decide it's over.
"Not yet," Alan recalled. Send cloudy eyes at all times. To Benjamin, who felt something and looked stiff, he declared in a badly chilled voice.
"As a sword saint, I decide the sword emperor and the female male"
It will be three days later. Benjamin's unleashed scourge returned.
According to that report, the fortifications set up on the north-south detour of the mountains separating the country of Britaina from the east and west had been consolidated in what seemed to be the main unit of the Imperial Army.
Information was also brought about, such as the fact that defense capabilities were seen to have been enhanced by state-of-the-art photon stone weapons.
For this reason, the most sophisticated weapon was' throwing chains of thorny polar '. It can often be described as an enlargement of the copper chain that is hidden in the dark vessel.
Very simple, but irregularly deforming iron masses of five medas long are ejected in a spinning mood, leaving the average soldier impelled by the momentum of instant death, and the capable are deprived of their liberty by superweight.
Robust, difficult to destroy and difficult to avoid due to its wide range of effects.
In the last six months, he has turned into a sword emperor, and this was the most Federation soldier taking his life.
Whatever it is, it is a report that 'function as a fort is elevated beyond imagination'.
"- Crossing the Mountains"
Thus, this was the conclusion of Benjamin, who received the report.
In the course of the operation, the main units of the Confederation were divided into three parts.
One unit marches secretly across the mountains. He, the marshal, leads Kensei in this. Compared to other troops, the survival rate is the lowest if they were reading the march.
There is one unit that bypasses the mountains south. Indicate time with troops southbound across the mountain range to the west, from east to west to the fort's interdiction. If troops across the mountains fail, this is also quite a low survival rate.
There is one remaining unit on the east side of the mountain range. Assume an Imperial Army attack from the north. If there is such a thing as the destruction of two troops, a tragic retreat is inevitable.
"There is a sword emperor in this country. Whatever happens next, I won't pull it off."
There were such sword saint words in the context of Benjamin's planning of an operation close to the Great Blitz.
It has always been a big fight.
Until then, the Confederate Army will lose half of its total fighting power. The front was pushed back, and the war should have gone back to before Kensei rose.
Now that we have crossed with the armies led by the sword emperor until this day, it is all the more now to speak of preservation.
Kensei also said he would settle with the sword emperor.
I mean, no matter what you do, the light and darkness of the Federation will split next.
Benjamin also planned this operation to do the best he could think of.
It will be before dawn. In half an hour, the sun will rise.
Three thousand Confederate troops, led by the Marshal, follow the path without the trees' lush path. As depression, he is deprived of his health by a steep gradient with poor scaffolding. A uniformly closed mouth tension propagates to make each skin tingle.
Even if you choose a journey that gets as low as possible, the altitude must be 2,000 medas, an altitude that is difficult to climb. If you cross the ridge, you won't be able to go back.
I can't deny the possibility that you've been read and dared to be lured - all the more so if you're feeling the creepy quiet that you think you are.
Alan was marching alongside Benjamin at the head of the unit. Sometimes it was over once, but the best part was to see how it was going with the five senses due to complete sensation.
There were times when Fazinio was incorporated into a unit going southeast, and now there was no one to talk to about this.
I wouldn't have been willing to talk from myself if I had, but now that those cheerful signs aren't close, I somehow feel a similar sense of loss to when Vern left.
"How did you know you were gonna fight me?
It takes a secluded voice. It was from Benjamin, who was walking beside me one step late.
"Take Vern home. That's all for now."
Without looking, Alan answered with a volume mixed voice.
"Now...? What would you fight for if there were a next?
"I don't know, but... they'll be obliged then"
"Duty?"
"Destroy the Empire to end this war"
"I don't think that's very much your word. Obligations are like human beings to convince themselves. There's no choice, no response, to fulfill those unacceptable things... otherwise we won't even be able to maintain the minimum order a person can have"
I went on to deny that Benjamin was "though".
"Perhaps this is the destination of the repressed spirit that arises in such a world, where good and evil are changed by the powerful of time. If there were two people, each duty would never be compatible, then we would have to contend anymore. That's ironic. Whether you're a person or not, you walk the path of breaking as a person."
"... man is a miserable creature."
"You're going to carry it. That's too heavy. Ambiguous readiness will crush me one day.... but you're still going..."
It was just around the time I tried to plug it into the ridge.
"... there is one. It's being read."
Covered in Benjamin's words, he groans and stops once more.
Approximately 300 medas at a distance, I sensed a remembered force across the ridge.
There are no other two things, there are no similarities, the body sees them as enemies without refusal, touching such signs to convince me.
Stand back and prepare for kick out. Hands on the pattern of beauty under the moon.
"All armies retreat! Back off now! I'm telling you to back off!
Benjamin, who looked back at the cow, gave a retreat instruction to scream immediately.
The soldiers were unable to keep up with the abrupt change of circumstances, but that, too, was not at first sight, and if we saw the sight, the intent of the instructions could be swallowed up very much. Occasionally their heels are returned.
Alan was unleashing all his power so that he could know and know each other existed.
Vern, please, just now, I want you to forgive me for this - swinging away the strays that swirl all over my chest, and now, once and for all, restoring the glow of reflecting the world in those eyes. Put your words on the ragged moonshine beauty.
"It's all for personal gain, no good, no evil, I will surely kill"
Kicking the ground at the front, Alan ran up between the trees, aiming at the ridge. And in a few seconds or so, he went up and cut, and at the same time he bumped into the guy.
It is nothing more than Gadinoa-Lumiops, a sword emperor with two swords, white and black.
"Dear Sword Saint, for the ideals I seek"
Kensei and the Sword Emperor clash with each other over their gains. The blow of the full force, unbeaten and matched, flowed to the left and right, not before or after the two of them, dividing the mountain range into one letter, as far as it could be counted as a corner from the spot.
The screams of the soldiers who had led them fell into the roar of the earth ripping apart.
Two, three, four, five... to the enormous power of two successive overlapping, the mountains, which should not also be volcanoes, as if they had erupted, scattered rock masses from the ridge, choosing them underground.
The atmosphere, which bounced on the clap, became a storm that swept away everything.
Over the heads of the soldiers hurrying down the mountain, rock masses poured down, and on their backs the blown trees pushed like avalanches.
At the end of the day, it was difficult to escape.
By dawn, a corner of the mountain range had disappeared.
Only a thousand Meidas of desolate earth spread, with numerous wreckages falling.
Where it touched the outer edge of the east and west, soldiers from both armies, who had fled forces that were also equal to natural disasters, watched the battle between the Sword Saints and the Sword Emperor, which was waged in the heart of the earth.
You can't add up, you can't have room to get in, you can no longer call it human. Even if you put a distance of 500 medas, you don't necessarily get caught up in the power that bursts from it.
Or it is a battle to be told to future generations, to be seen to the last moment.
- The sword of Kensei played the sword emperor's double sword.
I look up to Gadinoa, who knelt on both knees in between two or three steps, with an inclusive eye.
It is not resentful. Nor is it a blessing for victory.
It just highlights the question.
"You know what I mean?... I've entrusted the rest, Kensei."
Set up a beauty under the moon. Bring a blue-white glow to the body.
Alan did not answer. I couldn't answer.
A beauty under the moon waves toward the irresistible Gadinoa. A huge blade of light emitted from it swallows the entire body of the opponent and exposes it to the void - after the residual light has disappeared, only the white and black swords appear.
There is so much silence that you can hear your breath.
Looking close, there was no living human being left alone.
I feel terribly vain - I'm feeling lonely, Alan understood for the first time.
"Vern... I... what, wrong...?
A great deal of Federal cheer comes from afar so as to undo the words.
The face of the winner, who looked up to the sky, was filled with sorrow.
Operation across the mountains continued without much time.
The Imperial Army is losing a lot of morale in the wake of reports of sword emperor warfare deaths.
It is a decision that this opportunity should not be missed rather than floated to fruition. Most importantly, the main troops of the Empire, who were in the fort on the north side, began to withdraw and had already never won or lost.
The main forces in the southern fort, under federal strangulation, finally surrendered after losing 70% of their fighting power, continuing their resistance, albeit in a situation where they could not expect reinforcements.
Thus the battle of the country of Britaina ended in the victory of the Confederacy.
At this time, three full days had passed since the beginning of the operation.
For the treatment of the wounded, for the discovery of the survivors, for the treatment of the captive Imperial soldiers, for the treatment of the soldiers of both armies who died in the war - when the Confederate soldiers are still on the run, not long after their recapture.
"Do you have a minute? I'm Jill..."
Alan, wandering around the southern fort, was stopped by one knight.
She is the woman who beat herself up in the tavern. From the blood stains attached to the man's clothes, it was possible that he had participated in the fortification's attack. The strange look on your face shouldn't seem like someone else compared to when you were drunk.
Turning silently, he heard the requirement.
"Fazinio saved the word from him... don't you dare."
The legend asked for, if I realized what it meant, I was attacked by the feeling of my strength falling out of my body.
A large grain of tears tells the cheek and falls.
"... I still shouldn't have been involved"
Left to spill, Alan began wandering again.