Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

--I had the courage to call myself "the best knight".

There was pride in being called and complimented by others.

However, I have never called myself "the best" or "the best".

I have spared no effort and am proud to have spent my days studying diamonds.

However, on an immature and immature body, the more you look up, the better the leader, the more respectable your companions, the more amazing the backward.

I regretted it, but I also thought it was a happy thing.

Acceptance by someone should be in return for excitement and refinement.

Not to mention, if anyone tries to admit it, the excitement and refinement are incredible, but it's just a kind of drill that everyone is afraid of.

--Have you made the effort you deserve?

There is certainly pride in spending the days of diamond drilling after sparing no effort.

But have you crossed your limits? Did you polish yourself every day until you ran out of energy? Inspired by the inspiration of others, did you vow to work harder?

Well, let's answer our own questions.

Julius Euclius has fulfilled it.

Beyond his limits, he polished himself until he was exhausted, and swore to do more by example to inspire others.

--That's why I braced myself before the top of the Sword.

"― ― I am Julius Euclius, the 'best knight'. It is the sword of the kingdom that slays you."

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"Kensei" silences in front of Julius who grabbed the hem of the cape and bowed.

He closed his eyes opposite to those covered in his eyelashes, and did not look at Julius. Just quietly put your fat and tight arms together and think of something.

But that idea won't last long. Originally, it seems that the nature that is unsuitable for thinking is even a short relationship up to now.

So...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

I scratched my head and once the "Kensei" raid stepped on the basement.

The one shot shakes like a double layer of white floor. Echidona, who watched over the confrontation, shrugged, but Julius, who stood straight, did not waver.

Seeing it, Raid whispered "chirp."

"Glory, glory, glory... oh, glory. After all, Ome, you're pulling out something like my child. I don't like it, you're such a jerk, Ome."

"I don't know about hate, but I have to empathize with the boy's man."

"Ah? Who said my son was a man? First of all, it's not funny to take a bastard around. What I'm talking about is a woman. Sure, but be reasonable."

"Woman... what do I have in common with that woman?

"Oh, let me say it again and again."

Wrinkled on his nose, Raid smiled fiercely like a pigeon.

Then, with your arm untied, tap your cheeks.

"Reasonable smell, by the way, it's a nice face."

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"Keh, don't be irritated. Isn't that cute?... that's fine."

Reaching for Julius's poor reaction, Reid squeaks the bones of his neck. Then he observed Julius with his blue eyes - no, not Julius, but the surroundings.

The pale light that swayed around Julius, it made more radiance than before.

Above all, this is the first time I've seen them in front of Raid.

"My bud... no, what about the beautiful maidens?

"Ha, nothing. A good woman doesn't choose a race. I'm not interested in women who hate you. --I think Ome's getting stronger by breaking her shell.

"If you say so, there might have been a way."

Raid's personality is inconceivable, such as advising on backwards.

He probably woke it up because he thought that Raid himself was in a mood and Julius' desperate appearance, who had to rely on the sword, was a waste.

If you rely on the sword, show yourself to pretend to be okay. --That's the attitude and readiness that he wanted Julius to have, and that was the path that was possible.

But...

"I've decided to take this path. Or, as you say, it might be stronger to break the shell and rip out the original me or something."

Julius himself, if he's not conscious, he's aware of it.

In a moment, when the critical defense, the skin becomes a phase that divides life and death, the true face of Julius appears.

But that's something you have to be very conscious of. --I can't shake anymore.

"I assure you. I pinpoint myself as a knight. On top of that, I will be better in every way than the way you tried to lead me."

"Hmm, what reason would I do that, Ome?"

"It's settled. --The knight I believe in is the embodiment of the ideal. It is clean, correct and above all strong. Then I must be the one to call the knight."

"--Ha."

Unreasonable reasoning, unreasonable outrage, tyranny of laughter.

But when he heard it, Raid didn't reveal his anger, he didn't turn to daze and contempt, he just smiled with his sharp teeth.

And then...

"I'll make you cry."

As he said, Reid threw away the chopsticks he had and did not jump back large in front of Julius. Then slowly extend your hand to the side.

The eagle grabbed the large palm of the eagle with a chosen sword that stood on the white floor.

Raid Astraere, who would have only lent his presence as a tower examiner.

For some reason, he stripped the structure of the tower with a strong sense of self consciousness, and finally overwrote the body of the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Overeating", which came, even achieved a pseudo-resurrection.

In this state, you don't have to follow the "test" of the tower anymore, so for the first time Raid pulls out the sword of choice according to his original role.

That is:

"To the sword of heaven, and to the fool, seek forgiveness of his people."

"That's my dialog.... well, I forgot because I slipped out."

"I thought so, and I said instead. ― ― Let me challenge you.

"Forgive me, fool. Let me tell you something."

In front of Julius, holding the knight's sword in front of him, Reid turned the sword pulled out toward the chores.

There's no gap. Naturally, the ultimate swordsman,

― ― The top of all those who hold the sword, "Sword Saint" Raid Astra.

Yes...

"Properly."

"- Oh, my God!!

Believing in the knighthood that shaped him, Julius Euclius tried his best to challenge "Kensei".

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Light body and mind.

Without a metaphor, it is the power of Daw Aung Yang that surrounds Julius, who waves the knight's sword.

It goes without saying that spiritual stability is greatly affected in battle.

If you think about it, Julius has been in a state of uncertainty since he came to the Prades Watchtower - no, since he was robbed of his' name 'in the Pratunam City.

Of course, Julius commanded and restrained himself as much as possible, and kept it from appearing.

It is self-restraint that is likely to be regarded as the reason of steel when people ask - but it is not a compliment story.

The result of not showing my malaise, and deceiving my friends and even myself, was a series of defeats since I arrived at this tower, that unusual defeat.

Julius should have trusted others first.

I was overwhelmed by the shock of being forgotten about myself, and I overlooked what I had to believe the most to pity myself for falling out of the other person's world.

Was Julius's loved ones who believed, swore allegiance, and kept their backs despised Julius Euclius, who fell from the world unwittingly?

--Absolutely no, that's all I can say.

Then Julius had one thing to do.

I should have appealed sincerely and shown love from myself. --Just like we did with the buds.

"I wish I had forgotten my broken ties. I can be anything but anybody... because I was a living witness to it!

The innocent son of a civilian became the most dressed knight in the world.

Julius, who was nothing, could have been anything again.

And then...

"No matter how many times I get the chance, I will yearn for a burning boy, see the ideals on my back marking a knight, and challenge you at the top of the Sword!"

"It's so annoying, Ome!!

The slash of Julius with determination on the tip of the sword barks with a blade that also matches the sword.

Julius glanced at the yellow eyes as he was struck by the sword wind and pressure.

This is the fourth time we've fought Raid with a new partition.

The first challenge and the immediate defeat. In addition, this is the fourth time that we have stopped the entire surveillance tower after it was endangered and re-contracted with the buds.

Among them, Raid is a weapon other than chopsticks - there is much doubt that chopsticks can be called weapons, but this is the first time I have shaken a weapon other than chopsticks anyway.

Therefore, I think now that the "Kensei" at the top of the "Sword" holds the full and holds the sword.

"When it comes to chopsticks, my sword strength hasn't changed...!

"That's why I told you. I'm not strong because I can swing my sword. I'm strong, but that's why I'm strong."

He receives a random sword attack over his head, and immediately after his knees are bent, he is chased from below. He barely slugged it in Tsubomoto, and Julius flew back in shock.

Raid doesn't just step in, he just walks to his big crotch.

I want to question my peculiar gait, but nothing special.

When you catch up with a backward opponent, it's just Raide who thinks like that and steps out, and easily realizes a step that the genre will knit out over generations.

As Reid himself said, it's just 'existence' outside the standard.

"Are you starting to cry?

"--No, I feel like I'm challenging a legend!

Instead of falsehood, Julius answered, driven by reality.

Yes, that's right. Right in front of you is Raid Astoria. How many times did Julius himself impress his legacy, make his eyes shine, and admire it?

When I met the actual person, I was surprised by the personality, but strength was the ideal that I yearned for.

How much have I wasted?

With the opportunity to exchange words, swords, thoughts and beliefs -

"What?"

Julius exhaled at the thought of surprise while crossing the sword with "Authentic".

It's too off-the-shelf, but the idea of cheering on expectations, it's really creepy.

"What are you laughing at?

"No, I was just thinking. --When I returned to fulfill my purpose here, I tried to challenge my friend Reinhardt."

In response to Raid's question, Julius put the idea into his mouth.

Never before has Julius competed with Reinhardt for the arm of the sword. On the contrary, I didn't expect to compete for anything until I decided to change my faction in the King's race.

--I regretted not wanting to stand side by side.

That was one of the reasons Julius served Anastasia and came to the king's election.

But even without such thoughts, Julius would have been fascinated by Anastasia's great vessel, wanted to dream the same dream as her, and stood in the same place.

Then I didn't need boring excuses or detours from the beginning.

All I had to do was carry two wooden swords from the beginning and go under Rheinhardt.

Once in the past, Rheinhardt and the most powerful swordsmen of the Volachian Empire crossed swords.

On the day when everyone was enthusiastic about the sword at the training ground, Julius was also heartburned.

That was the answer.

"Nh, that's a name I don't know. Where is it, that horse bone?"

"Your descendants. And make it a contemporary" Kensei ", my friend."

"Ah! It's probably someone else's kid. I won't even notice when I meet you on the side of the road."

Interweave the sword and kick moves to explain Reid's irresponsibility as he snorts his nose.

Julius tried to open his mouth with his sword aligned, with a slight objection to the theory.

"It's about time I got tired of talking about other people. Ome, can you talk to me?

"--I won't deny it, but let's deny it."

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"When the time is right, I want to talk to you for two or three nights. But now it's a waste of time for that. Hurry up, they're pushing your back. Therefore..."

As the distance opened, Reid lifted his cheeks as he looked at Julius. In the blue eyes of the raid was Julius, whose brilliance increased.

The swirling six-color glow mixes, and eventually the aurora slowly begins to draw rainbows.

And then...

"Al-Klauzelia!!

--The radiance of the rainbow swept the white world toward the raid.

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Julius himself looked at the power and range of the aurora emitted.

The more rude it is to treat it as the same thing as before, the more massive spiritual art turned into magic on a different scale -

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Ray-no, I can't call them buds who literally blossomed their closing talents.

Beautiful, pathetic, brave, vibrant, gorgeous, and even divine, they grew up as maidens, not buds.

Perhaps they are more sinners than bishops of great sin, such as possessing the six bodies and the charms of each.

But...

"Even if you forget, I love you."

Julius stepped forward to catch up with the emitted aurora.

Rainbow light with six attributes breaks through all protections and crushes objects. Therefore, there are two hands the opponent can strike before the rainbow glow - take it or stand.

"--Ha."

And personally, Raid Astrair doesn't let the rainbow shine.

Against the rainbow light coming from the front, Raid waved his sturdy arm and shook the tip of the light with the emperor's sword.

"Swordsmanship" in the name of pure violence, which does not rely on special magic or protection - it scratches out the great magic of Julius's body in one stroke.

But Julius stepped forward and woven it.

Julius jumped out of behind the aurora that was scratched out, and borrowed the power of the sword and the maidens.

"Aye, Alo!

At the moment, the red and green spirits that responded to the call increased each other's strength, and the wind that captured the burning flame whirled, and the burning tornado arose from beneath the raid.

Feel the heat wave behind Zori and escape up before the raid burns.

However, the spiritual knight's connection to the "best knight" is essentially from here.

"Kua, cum!

A yellow spirit builds up on the white floor and pushes Julius upwards. At the same time, the sparkle of the blue spirits froze the moisture in the atmosphere and prevented the rise of the flying raid.

With his tongue slammed and his attitude reversed in an out-of-the-way kicking in the air, Raid put his foot upside down against the ice ceiling created in the hollow and stared at Julius.

Gradually, the Raid's knees were forced to intercept the rising Julius -

"Innes!

As the "Kensei" counterattack approached, the white and black spirits interfered with the world with their respective forces.

White light empowers Julius' body, and black light shreds Julius' enemies slightly. The small differences that arise at that moment are helpful in the immediate aftermath.

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The scaffolded ice ceiling is shattered and the shape of the ejected raid fades at a high speed.

The selectable sword's unconventional posture is a certain ultimate shape that does not allow the vertical and horizontal spikes to be read - rather than feeling threatened, Julius leans against it.

It makes sense to combine a sword with a sword shot to be played by a stronger force.

Julius therefore opened his eyes. ― ― Always look up and keep looking at what goes ahead.

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A ray of flashes broke the space, killing the concepts of sound and light.

Let me assure you. Whether it was a sword of choice or chopsticks, everything that was in the middle of the flash was slashed and discarded.

Because it was the manifestation of the concept of "sword" itself.

A 'sword' is created to slay things.

And swordsmanship is a general term for the technique of slashing objects with that sword.

Then, the flash of slashing everything in the world is the ultimate of "sword" and "sword technique".

The fact that he was slaughtered will not be forgotten forever.

That's why the scar Julius Euclius took under his left eye won't disappear forever.

That was the price of scooping the flash of "Kensei" at such a distance.

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He abandoned his position and identified the opponent's sword with his temporal defense.

The cut fundus sprays blood. But I can't close my eyes. Waves his arms as he looks at the other person.

Abandoned the reception and poured a hundred into the attack - a flash,

"Al-Khralista"

Julius Euclius, the best sword shooter of his life paints a rainbow color.

It captures Raid Astoria's fierce smile like a mule -

― ― An eyelid blocking the left eye of "Kensei" was pierced by a knight's blow and danced through the universe.

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When I stood on the white floor from my nails, I felt the loud sound of my shoes.

As soon as he realized it, Julius's heart, which had forgotten to beat behind his chest, rushed out. His back was pushed by the blood stream and he exhaled deeply.

Then look back and look at the tight back facing this way.

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Her long red hair is shaking and her back is standing up.

He held the sword of his choice in his right hand, and put his left hand against his face. Well, there was originally an eyelid in the position the left hand was looking for, but it's not there now.

The eyeballs blocking the left eye of "Kensei" now fell under Julius' feet.

"... did it arrive?"

Looking down at the eyelids that fell on the white floor and the knight sword in his hand, his voice trembled.

Murmuring to see what happened, but it's not too realistic. It seems like a foam dream that slips through the gap between your fingers and disappears wherever you go.

But...

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There is no concept of words, but six lights honor Julius' accomplishments.

A warm flower named dear fills the void created in Julius' heart.

And with the praise of those flowering maidens,

"--Julius"

A faint voice was heard, and Julius's gaze turned towards you.

The maidens who turned their backs and conveyed their praise, looking at the battle from a different position, and calling Julius was a woman with light purple hair.

An artificial spirit who lived for a long time, with the same face as the LORD, who swore to give this sword, and in a relationship that hurt each other without knowing.

She doesn't reveal whether she thought about Julius because she cared about Anastasia, or whether it was the result of the work of "Protecting the sperm".

However, I raised my knight's sword in gratitude for the presence of someone to witness Julius Euclius' readiness to lighten his heart to this point.

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Put the knight's sword into heaven silently.

The remnants of the aurora sparkled, and the trajectory of the sword literally drew a rainbow.

It's like celebrating a knight named Julius Euclius -

"--If this is a fucking test, you'll win here."

With that said, slowly the mighty stepped on the floor with Zori.

There were no scratches on Raid's face when he turned around. Julius' sword tip arrived correctly only with his eyelids. However, Raid was not ashamed enough not to receive it.

Above all, what he said earlier is not a loss, but the truth.

If this is the continuation of the Preades Monitor Tower, the "Test" of the two-tier "Elektra", Julius would have passed and qualified for the upper tier at the time of the strike.

However, the battle between Julius and Reid is no longer a matter of the Tower's 'tests'.

They are fighting to settle between a knight and a swordsman, a man and a man.

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After losing his eyelids, Raid, who opened his eyes, grabbed the chosen sword with both hands.

Grasp the handle of the sword in order and hold the sword in front of your eyes. --Yes, "Kensei" is ready.

Instead of swinging a stick rudely, he rightly placed his sword to slay his enemies.

"Don't complain if you disappear."

"It's hard to complain if you don't have a mouth to say it."

"Hahn! He can't laugh at funny stories. Oh, what did you say?

Asked by the legend, Julius raised his eyebrows.

I should have named him before him more than once, but I can't remember it. But it doesn't matter what you don't remember.

For the first time in the inquiry, Raid found out that Julius had been correctly admitted.

"Julius Euclius. It's a name you can easily forget, so please remember."

Julius also pointed the tip of the knight's sword toward the raid with a phrase that was not funny a while ago.

And he asked again for the help of the Six Spirits, who had just been working alone.

If we were ourselves and them now, we would be able to reach even higher levels of the rainbow's aurora.

Al-Klauzelia and Al-Clarista.

An auroral ray of a rainbow that binds the power of six attributes with the help of six spirits. ---Krauselia, who unleashes her greatest magic, and Clarista, who puts it in the knight's sword.

After that, the arcane that never succeeded because of immaturity -

"--- Consume"

"- Come on."

In a moment, the aurora fills the white space, and the rainbow belt challenges the great robustness of red.

Julius Euclius invented the spiritual art of the rainbow, the secret.

Six attributes of the rainbow light, not letting them dwell in the sword, but wrapped in themselves, the auroral light itself, a special attack on the opponent -

"Al-Kranvel"

The white flash intercepted the ultimate strike of the Ghost Knight from the front.

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From start to finish, it was too high-dimensional to chase with amateurs.

Instead of bumping into each other's swords, I couldn't even grasp which was the dominant and which was the disadvantage with my light green eyes.

It has nothing to do with the fact that this body is not its own.

However, there were those who competed for life and death in such a dimension, and compared to them, the world they lived in was just too low.

If a creature's values are weak as a creature, it is weak as worthless.

And it was also evidence that I had turned my back on the road of raising myself by spending hundreds of years in vain.

The first time I was aware of myself, I had a hunch.

The purpose of my unnatural existence has been exhausted from the moment I was born.

In strong terms, being born was an end in itself, and at that point the purpose was fulfilled. He was therefore abandoned, wandering the world for no purpose, and forced to remain blank for hundreds of years.

I didn't mind dying. But I had no reason to die.

So I postponed the end of my life to dagger, long and lazy.

That's how I met a girl in my extended life.

Enchanted by the way a girl lived a vibrant way of life, a cold life earned a fever.

I was anxious to see who would or could not be the little girl who uttered the big word.

I don't care about that interest anymore.

"--I don't want you or your precious children to lose."

I know that passing time is gentle and cruel.

Time heals wounds, but sometimes it makes your thoughts old.

It's the first time I've lived a long, long life. --I don't want this to be a thing of the past.

I can't do that, either.

Even if I beg you to stop, the time keeps moving.

The life of the living, the small and weak, shows every change in that time.

To prove that the unnamed knight, who was robbed of his' name 'and remembered from everyone's memory, is a human being named Julius Euclius.

--The knight in the rainbow light jumps straight into the white light.

Raid Astoria's actions against Julius, who opened the arcane ledger, were extremely simple.

The most repeated act of sword shooting in the world, swinging the sword down - it is a light that cuts the world diagonally and destroys everything in the way.

It's not special magic or special moves.

Just waving your sword will burn the world with the light. I don't understand the meaning.

Is Raid Astoria out of standard, or is "Kensei" everyone like this?

The thing is...

"--Julius"

The desire to do everything possible to ensure that the auroral light does not overwhelm the irrational white light.

That is an indisputable truth, but it is impossible to complain if you break your soul with the sin of innocence before committing suicide, imitating putting a spear directly into this battle.

And she - Echidona - was already aware that she couldn't do anything.

I can't do anything.

Imagine if there was anything you could do to Julius Euclius, who turned into an aurora.

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Place your hand on a thin chest and be aware of the presence sleeping inside it.

The original owner of this flesh, Echidona, came to this tower of sand and sea in search of it, the reason why she didn't wake up from a deep sleep. --But it was deception.

She already knew why she didn't wake up.

A daughter-in-law who thought she was greedy and wanted everything.

She didn't let go of what she had in her pocket once, and because she was the one who was more reluctant to lose or let her lose than anything else, there was only one reason.

"You handed over your body to me and temporarily lurked in your own odds, without interference from the outside world. --Because Odo is a kind of unique world."

And she's locked herself away from the place.

The reason is obvious. --Outside of Odo, it will be affected. I am influenced by the abominable power of the Bishop of the Great Crimes of "Ravage".

Forget what you don't want to forget and let go of what you don't want to let go.

Anastasia Hoshin forgets Julius Euclius.

So she is. But...

"Apparently, everyone who came to this tower seems to be a stubborn, hardcore man. --Nobody's cute enough to end without being lost."

In the past two months, I've tried to imitate her way myself, but it's time for the tide.

Besides, I've seen him in a hurry as an unknown knight, good and bad, so even if she forgets him, I can tell you.

Oh, I see.

An artificial spirit that has no purpose and has finished its role when it was created.

I thought it was going to work like that, but this doesn't exist, and it doesn't just end there.

An important girl, an important knight, and two missing bridges.

What a major player in responsibility.

Isn't that a serious responsibility that makes you laugh that you were born for it?

So...

"--I can't believe you didn't see the coolest part of your knight, you're such a jerk."

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--White light is attacking without crushing the aurora.

Still pushed with the help of his whole spirit and of the six spirits that he had renegotiated.

This opened a secret account, while the opponent seriously waved his sword. --- I'm surprised at the unreasonable out-of-standard quality.

At the same time, I can't save myself because I think it has to be that way.

Swing your sword and the world will break.

It was a stunt of "Kensei" that also happened when Reinhardt waved his sword.

And Julius thought in the midst of life and life.

Which would be stronger if we fought Reinhardt and Raid?

Legends and legends, "Kensei" or "Kensei", which will raise the army to fight unrealized battles?

Hatred and the opportunity to identify it are rare.

"Then there's nothing I can do to make sure of it."

If both Reinhardt Van Astraere and Raid Astraere had a chance to exchange swords, it would be the only way to reach this tower.

Only Julius and a woman named Emilia headed for the upper echelons could do it. --I do not intend to give up that role to others.

So all we have to do is win.

Push this white light against Raid Astralia with the rainbow light.

To that end, the whole spirit, one more step, the sword power...

With a little pride and power at the tip of the Knight of the Best,

"--Julius"

It was a call that wasn't supposed to arrive.

Among the shocks that obscure the passage of time, however, it takes less than a second for the sword and sword to converge. This is the defense of the world in such moments.

Not to mention someone's voice in the midst of a desperate battle.

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But the voice did strike Julius.

Or maybe it didn't come from the tympanic membrane, it came deeper and deeper into the chest.

If you decide to keep wearing the shell of a knight, there's nothing you can't do about it.

So Julius, who heard a voice that he could not hear, turned to the other person he could not see and looked at him with his light green eyes.

The light in your big, round eyes is obviously different from what it was just before.

― Damn, my knight

--The word contained the last push of sword power that was needed.

"Yes, Kua! Alo, come on! Innes!

Seeks the last push itself and calls out to the spirits who together became part of the aurora.

Front, the enemy to be defeated is beyond the white light, to cross it.

In order to deliver the tip of the sword to the other side of the light,

"Ohhhhhhhh!!

I opened my mouth in an unusual manner and raised my voice to the point of spitting blood.

Julius stepped in, discarding elegance in the form of decisiveness and offering it to the fullest so as not to crack the beliefs of the skeleton that only supported him.

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Then, the aurora of the shining rainbow increased, and the white light intercepted also gained momentum.

Still stronger, the rainbow light and the white light collide fiercely -

"A-ah"

It was an unexpected end to what seemed to last forever.

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"A-ah"

Julius was stunned to hear a fine sound leaking from his throat.

The collision of each other's greatest firepower, its sudden end. However, the momentum did not stop, and the sword with aurora was straight, piercing the opponent's critical position.

"Why..."

"Chi, ahh, shit, you're a curtain puller."

The perforated side, Julius, was upset, while the perforated side of the raid was gentle.

Even though he was stabbed in the chest, he didn't even put his face on the pain.

Is it because of his strong spiritual strength, or else is it because of the modulation that took place in his sturdy body?

Raid Astoria's stiff chest plate had a wound - no, a crack - different from the one Julius's sword pierced.

And it's not just about the chest. Cracked glass spreads across your arms, feet, neck, and cheeks.

Julius intuitively understood what it was.

Unnatural distortion is corrected. This is a phenomenon in the process.

"In the end, that's it. I'm a human being who can't fit into anything other than me."

While looking at his cracked palm, Raid's eyesight was correct.

Raid Astraere, captured by the power of the Ragnarok, gained control of his flesh in a way that did not change the fact that his body belonged only to the original Ragnarok bishop, Roy Alphard.

In other words, I couldn't stand the work of a soul called Raid Astra, which was out of standard, called Roy Alphard.

It broke down in the final phase of the fight against Julius.

"Well then, you!

"Well, if I hadn't been eaten by this guy, I might have been able to finish it off. In that case, it's over when Omae drops her eyeballs.

"Kh...."

"Kaka. Nothing's going to happen, you weak bastard. You want to cry?

Throwing away the sword of choice, Raid smiled ill as he showed his teeth.

Why is it so funny? As it is, his disappearance is no longer a definitive future.

Or if Julius had been defeated, he might have been able to start walking through the finished life again. The possibility slipped off.

"Stupid, Ome. Live with a penny, or someone who imitates trouble. Why don't you meet me somewhere, that's all."

"... unfortunately, you died of aging hundreds of years ago. Even if you walked out now, what was your original self?"

"Hahn! So, do you want to worship other people in front of the kid? This is bullshit."

It seems that treating one's descendants as others and making the first remark is the heart itself.

Seriously not interested in the second raw, Raid snapped his neck bones.

"What do you think you're gonna do when you're alive, Ome? I could play with the exciting mum I just passed through, or the mum over there. And then there's the erotic woman...."

"Hmm, are you sure you haven't practiced yet...?

"Hey. It's my style to do what I want to do when I want to. It would have been easier for Ome to do that."

"... I appreciate your advice. But for me, it's a much tighter road."

I chose to wear my shell.

You can either lie to yourself or play your fundamental part as something else.

Julius was dazzled by Raid's relentlessness, but he couldn't choose because he knew that it would suit him as much as he wanted.

When he heard Julius's answer, Reid snorted in disgust.

Then he pointed to his chest wounds - the only cracks that were born as a result of crossing the limit, different from that.

"Ome, don't get me wrong. It was rare for Ome's sword to arrive. If this is my body, I can't even put my nose on an omelet."

"I didn't do that from the beginning....."

"Hahn! It's not funny!"

Throw up and slap Julius on the shoulder with Raid pointing to his chest.

Hardened by the impact, Julius exhaled for a long time.

I'm not convinced of everything yet, and I'm not done with it.

However, it is more difficult to endure this moment of agitation and frustration with the events in front of you.

The cracks have widened and the end is already visible.

So Julius lifted up his knighted sword in front of his face,

"I respect that sword from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm sick of your yearning. - I'm winning and running, Julius."

――――

Last shout, Julius glanced at his name.

But as I decided not to be upset, I hid the surprise behind my smile and thanked her.

As the best knight, as the legendary existence was honourably named.

Let Julius Euclius's ideal be a form of admiration and shame.

"Yes, until the end. - You win, Raid Astoria."

"Hah, nice face, loser."

And finally, Raid Astoria's crack widens -

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――――

Unlike the appearance, there was no sound associated with the crack enlarged to the end.

Without the shattering of the glass, the red-haired majesty vanishes as light flashes - instead, it is the white-eyed short boy who is lying on the white floor.

Blasphemer who eats the "memories" and "names" of others and turns them into "bad eats" at will.

Roy Alphard, Bishop of the Big Crimes of "Ravage", was down and sinking.

――――

Whether he's alive or dead, the "bulimia" doesn't move.

However, there was a deep wound on the left chest like Raid and there was no doubt that it was fatal.

With that in view, Julius lowered the knight's sword that had been raised in the manifestation of respect, put it into his sheath, and looked back.

Six spirits loosened the aurora and increased the light around Julius.

Without the power of the women who had flowered from buds to maidens, it would have been them, not the other person, who fell on the white floor.

I must convey my gratitude and gratitude for that.

However, I apologize to them, but the offer of gratitude has not been forthcoming.

Slowly, Julius advances.

On the other hand, Julius was staring at a luxurious, petite woman with light green eyes. A person wearing a white outfit that doesn't match the sand dunes, with long, light purple hair.

Below her feet is a white fox shaking her dark-eyed eyes anxiously.

The way she was supposed to be on the collar all the time, that's what it means.

Conscious of it again, Julius closed his eyes.

And then...

"--I 'll see you for the first time"

Just a few moments ago, as a challenger, I would like to repeat what I told "Kensei".

However, the feeling behind her chest at this time was different from the feeling of Daw Aung Yang challenging the battle.

However, some things remain the same.

An adventurous boy admiring knights who opens new pages of adventure.

What about us?

The opponent knelt on the spot and answered Julius, who had spoken the first word.

With a low posture, Julius waited for the words to follow. I thought I could wait as long as I wanted.

How fortunate is it that you can believe the other person's words if you wait.

"--We are Anastasia Hoshin."

――――

"We want everything in the world.... so cool oniisan, what's your name?

I know how she smiled and how she tilted her neck.

On his knees and on his face, Julius answered with a short breath.

"My name is Julius Euclius. --Your one knight."

――――

"You may have forgotten. But I gave you my sword. Do everything in your power for you and support your aspirations."

With a knight's sword on the floor, Julius finally raised his face.

And there shall be no remorse after that, no matter what the sight of the LORD hath been.

It doesn't seem like a knight to look down, confused, confused.

It is Julius' longing to look and dress more gloriously than anyone else.

And looking down at Julius, she narrowed her round eyes,

"Yeah, what? I can't remember the burn... but"

――――

"At first glance, I think. --Oniisan, let me do it for you.

Nearly there were glistening eyes of the LORD, who continued to seek, not to let go of all things.

Julius Euclius once again dedicated his sword to 'lust' to get everything.

Like the king and knight of stories, it's a divine act -

The regeneration of the usurped bond of "subordination" is fulfilled in the two-tier "Elektra".

It is the achievement of the elimination of one of the five obstacles presented by Natsuki Subaru.

The Great Library Playades, the second "Examination" - the end.