... It's a pitiful story, but I don't really remember much about that afterwards.
As soon as I hit him and confirmed that his neck had flown, I fainted and became incapacitated.
He was exhausted by the remnants of the curse and forced to move his body near the limit of the scratch with his guts and faith.
The moment he did it and the brain drug went out, his vision darkened so that he switched it off, his knees fell out of power.
I'm in a stunning coma myself.
... and really, it was a terrible outline.
Though I was able to fall in peace because I succeeded in killing it off with one blow.
If I made one mistake, I almost lost consciousness in despair.
Even though no magical enhancement has been made because he poked at his unpreparedness, it was the General Demon who confronted him.
On the contrary, the possibility that I was the one with the neck was quite high.
If you have a general malaise and even one continuous move from that payment is disturbed, or if your opponent's movement exceeds this one, or even has a high resistance to slaughter, then it's over.
I won with one blow because I could afford it, but not because I'm strong.
If you can't kill me with that, you'll have to bet on a blow to kill me.
I mean, I'll put my life up there somewhere, just to say that it was a battle like the bet of one of our pupils.
Of course, if it's a battle, there are occasions like that. That's why every day I believed in my body and moves that I had worked out to work out...
Still, to be honest, it's a good thing that Kamigami, the patron saint of beatings, is watching.
Honestly, it's not the way I like to fight.
I think it's the right way to fight to take more initiative, hold on to the opponent's information, take measures properly to secure an advantage, create an "unbeatable" state first, and then kill them.
It doesn't always work that well, but if you're fighting like this repeatedly, you don't have enough lives, and I want to make sure you don't get pushed this far next time.
To do this - and so on, reflection and plans for future workouts, I now think blurry.
The bedroom in one of His Highness's mansions, prepared for me in Zutaboro, is so soft that my body sinks, so fluffy and restless.
Trying to unwittingly turn around.
"Ah, haha............!?
The overlapping body swelled up.
I managed to change my posture in the wake of the pain that resonated in my core.
"Ha..."
Breathe slowly.
A few days after I slashed Specular.
While I was tied to bed for therapy, a lot of things didn't go away.
... First of all, the demon man thing.
It seems to have been cleaned up because that disturbance was the work of the demons, as Lunaria guided it with that brilliant act.
After destroying the Holy Knight, the demons of the statues turned into the Holy Knights fall by their name and plunge the city into chaos.
That's the way it was interpreted.
But - I'm responsible for thinking I did my best in that situation, but still couldn't control Varakiaka.
At the hands of Varakhiaka, many things were broken and many were wounded. Although I'm not the culprit, I can't say enough that I'm not responsible at all.
Though I appreciate Lunaria's consideration, I still think that we should receive the justice we deserve -
"I'm really going to be unable to pack, just stop that"
and told His Royal Highness Ethel, almost in a commanding tone.
Furthermore, he said, "If you want to atone, return it to the Kingdom of Fur Tile and hence to the Capital of Teardrops in future work".
When they say that, there's no way they're going to bring you to justice until they bother you around.
After much trouble, I decided to keep my mouth shut.
His Highness Ethel, who told me so, moved around in great haste since then.
In particular, I had many negotiations under the water with the Temple of Vault, whose name was scratched in this case.
On the face of it, it seems that while sheltering the temple and striving to preserve its honor, it made quite a loan behind it.
- The political negotiations that were the aim are going pretty well.
Ladies and gentlemen of the Temple of Vault, it seems that the recovery was quick, no matter what the confusion was shortly after the discovery of the replacement.
Originally, it is an organization that has an armed side that keeps security.
Even if there is a sudden shortage of key positions, there is a system in place for the next seat to take over and turn around immediately.
They are doing their daily work unchanged, and they are moving towards the end of this commotion just to regain their honor.
Somewhat damaged trust will soon recover.
... and I also heard about the bandit "The Sky Thing" coming out.
Although the cult followers and the demons raided a house they had made a safe house and took control of it, the cleric warriors who stepped in later said they were forced to be stunned.
- Behind those demons' strongholds, a real precinct chief (...) was rolling.
It's not surprising that the demons kept the precinct chief alive.
If Specular screws up, it's also worth the use of "if you let the real one bracket your neck at that time and run away, you can make the real one take responsibility"...
Above all, the blessing of this world, that Immortal God, exists, so killing at a bad time can make you immortal (undead).
Restraint is difficult when it is changed to a high-ranking ghost or something, and it puts the truth to pieces.
The precinct chief seems to have managed to retain his life, although he seemed almost dying.
The possibility of being murdered was just a more likely circumstance, and all the people in the temple were delighted with its safety.
... In the meantime, he said that he thanked his audience and said "not enough training" with a faint face.
After all, Cecilia, who came to the dance to say that the real person is like a brave and refined (Yumi ginger) decentralization, laughed bitterly.
- I've been lying on my sleeping table listening to that.
Fighting a bunch of demons, being struck with a curse, being taken over by a dragon, holding him down, getting up in half a day and slamming the demon general...... such an unscrupulous recoil went out to his body beautifully.
Although I could get up if I healed in prayer, I didn't either thanks to the remnants of the curse, and it continued to be hard to get up for about ten days.
And then...
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It was a sunny summer afternoon.
The garden flower sheds lined with maronier trees at equal intervals are brightly blooming with garbellas and gelanium.
Beyond the little stone walls where the crematis crawl, in the shade of the trees, there is a white table.
- There, I saw the waiter's back.
I walk slowly, with a wand on one hand.
My whole body is not in good shape yet.
That awful pain has pulled off a lot, but still, sometimes the pain runs and my body is about to collapse, so I'll be taking care of the wand a little more.
"…… Nice to meet you."
When I said yes,
"Oh, customers…………………?
She turned around.
White hair with a fluffy, soft look, gray eyes. My ears remind me of Menel, some pointy ears.
Soothing stretch of spine, soft impression, good quality old woman.
She let her eyes wander - but she couldn't capture me.
"Ah..."
I felt my heart shrink for a moment.
"……… eyes, but?
"Yeah, I've been, like, totally weak lately."
She narrowed her gray cloudy eyes and smiled gently.
"If it's a blurry outline or something like brightness, I can still tell..."
…… perhaps a natural decay with old age that cannot be healed by prayer.
The mixed race of humans and elves, the half-elf lives longer than a person, but still, on average, is said to be several times more than a person - two or three hundred years, or so.
Some individuals are also urban in their raw lengths, and some live much longer than average, while others are much shorter.
Menel denies it, though there is some theory that it is due to the apparent intensity of Elf's blood.
It's not like that, and the half-elf means that you have to make a definitive choice one day, whether it's conscious or unconscious.
In the woods, living long with water and earth, close to the Spirit, the way of life of the elves?
Or shimmering like a fiery fire, extinguishing like a blowing wind, the way humans live?
What lies between the two bloodlines makes a choice.
"Your voice is so young and tense.... From the footsteps, are you feeling a little sick?
"Ah, yes. I fell asleep until yesterday after a few major injuries."
"Well, I shouldn't. Does it hurt anywhere? Come on, come on."
"Thank you very much. It's healing a lot, but it's still a little hard to walk."
In a clumsy move while holding onto a cane, I think, as I pinch a small table and sit in the seat across the street.
... I'm sure she chose.
Of those who shine like flames, and blow away like wind.
To be with them, to live like them.
"Heh heh, it would be terrible if my great-grandson (Snake) did. I can't believe the customers are coming, but if they do, I know who they are and what they want."
Come on, I smile back at her bitterly.
"I'm sure you wanted to surprise me."
"Oh, you shouldn't. If you surprise a grandmother like this, her heart will stop."
I need to live a little longer.
Very naturally, she shrugged.
That's an indelible word that I've repeated over and over again - and just a little somewhere, it was empty.
"The poet also sings, is he waiting?"
"Yes.... I know it won't happen again."
That would be so.
'Cause if you think about it properly, it can't even come anymore.
Everyone must think that there is no hope for boulders if they say, "I'm waiting for the day to return what I owe to those who were supposed to have gone to the place of death two hundred years ago".
Unfulfilled wishes, pathetic stories, I can't help but think so.
"Still.... I made a deal with my husband, it's my last promise."
She narrows her eyes, loosens her mouth, laughs.
Make sure you look beyond your gaze at something you miss.
… 200 years.
I don't know the weight of those years.
Only a few decades have been a tremendous burden, even for me in my previous life of memories.
I've only lived eighteen years, and I don't know the weight of this life.
I've been carrying that weight all my life.
Gentle silence.
- Summer breezes through carefully pruned gardens.
When I look at this guy smiling in front of me, I'm kind of speechless.
I breathe slowly, vomit, and inhale again.
"So… I was visiting you today."
"Yes."
Correct posture.
"On behalf of my grandfather Sage (...), Augustus (...), I overcame"
The moment I said that word.
"Huh..."
She opened her eyes in a circle.
Nevertheless, I go on.
"'A dagger waves, a bag of copper coins and silver coins. In addition, the song seems to have been omitted. In the leather water bag, the ancient coat, in the bags, the needle and thread, the fire escape box and the cheese in the bread.
Plus, you know, what? My grandfather said, "I lurked a letter of introduction on the bottom with a scraped gold coin on the edge."
Are you sure this is all the property you lent me?
In a certain tone, confirm that.
And she opened her eyes...
"…… I wonder if this is a dream"
And I said it in a flattering manner.
No, and I shake my head quietly.
"Because, no. They didn't come back……………"
"Yes."
"Even the offspring were gone…… and the husband, properly, looked into………"
"Yes."
"I even asked the poet to sing. It spread a lot. Still didn't come."
"Yes."
"All this time, I didn't come. I've been waiting for you. My husband's getting older, even when he's a grandfather, all the time."
To her whining words, nod.
In her grey eyes, tears seeped.
"... him." Still, "he said. I'm so old now, and still no one's coming.
Still. Still. Still, maybe... maybe God will do some terrible miracles, so I was wondering if you could wait. Because you're the only one I can ask. "
My share is gone already.
Down in the cold years, all the time, all the time...
"Can you wait..."
"Yes."
Softly, tears tell her cheeks.
She reached out to me over the table to make sure that my shadow was not a dream.
Touch your arms, shoulders, or face with the hand you said you were afraid of.
I can touch it - I don't know what to say, and still.
- My name is William G. Maribrad.
Put your hand on your left chest.
I just named him an important name.
"He's the son of Brad and Marie, grandson of Gus."
"…… yes. Really………."
Probably a lot of questions about age, about history.
I guess there is, but she doesn't pinch any questions, she just smiles,
"…… the way you speak is kind to your mother, but the tone of your voice sounds just like your father's."
In a gentle tone, I said so.
For some reason, I almost cried, too.
Look at me like that with gray eyes.
She stood up from her chair, staring at me.
"Thank you very much. … along with the soul of my late husband, I would like to express my sincere gratitude for the generosity I received and the many products I have lent you."
I picked my skirt elegantly and thanked her.
It was a very, very beautiful gift.
"Come on, I'm scared. It's a real pleasure to meet you."
I also turn away from my painful body and hurry to get up and thank you back.
"So, uh"
"Yeah."
She smiled and nodded as she tried to keep moving forward.
"If you don't mind, why don't you tell me about my father or my mother?
them from the eyes of this man.
My family's old story made me want to hear it.
"Happy, of course. I really want to hear about you.... Oh yeah, shall I make you some tea"
She joked that it was going to be a long story with each other.
Exactly, I snort at the words.
… it will surely be a long and pleasant story.