Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu (WN)

- Let's talk about a person named Wilhelm Trias.

Wilhelm was raw as a regional nobleman of the Kingdom of Lugnica, three sons of the Trias family.

The Trias family is a historic old house that keeps Gusteco, a northern country, north of the kingdom, near its borders as a territory. Nevertheless, it was also in the past that he was in such glory as a Martial Arts man, a weak baron territory that by the time Wilhelm was born only had a little bit of territory and territory. Thankfully, it was just one example of a fallen aristocrat.

Sometimes the eldest and second brothers were the owners of vessels that were discreet but commensurate with their instrumental capacity as lords, and for the three Wilhelms the Trias family was a blessed environment that allowed them to choose their future freely, to the extent that they had no difficulty eating.

Sometimes my older brothers and I were apart, and Wilhelm grew up without connection with the smugness of inheriting the house. Also, for him, who, unlike his brothers, lacked talent as a civilian, it was an encounter with a wave of sword that showed him the path to be called the future.

The heavily engraved engraved sword decorated in the hall of the mansion is a remnant of the time when the Trias were once joined by martial names in the kingdom, and is the end of a treasure sword transformed into ornamental use, only to be left in the form of the present Trias family.

As soon as he took a sword that could not even be cared for and pulled it out of his sheath, Wilhelm was flirted with the charm of that sword.

If I noticed, it was routine to take the sword out of my body on my own and keep waving it from morning to night in the back mountains.

Eight were the first times I touched the sword, and by the time I was fourteen years accustomed to the weight and length of the sword and my hands and legs stretched out and distant from my disguise, I could not find anything in Wilhelm to enemies with the sword anywhere else in the territory.

"Go out to the capital and become an army of the Royal Army. Become a Knight."

It was also around the time of fourteen when a boy flew out of the house with such a retarded word, like anyone would think about it once.

It was the beginning that my elder brother began preaching "What will the future do" to Wilhelm, who was immersed in all the sword wavering and was groomed and unreliable with all the evil kids in the territory.

Don't think about the future, if you enjoy it now, that's fine. When I was waving my sword, when I could certainly feel I was getting stronger, that was the only bliss of Wilhelm.

My brother's words to my brother, who does not have such a vision for the future, were harsh. It is the aforementioned dreamy statement that was sprung out of Wilhelm, full of deceptive truthfulness.

And then there's the buying word for the selling word, the stipulated "Something my brother knows how I feel!" popped up, and in fact Wilhelm also popped up with only some gold and sword.

Although it was an unplanned departure, Wilhelm's first ascent to the Wang capital was somehow fulfilled before the money he brought up was exhausted. I originally thought of waving my sword's arms in the King's Capital. That there was just an unplanned appointment that was faster and that didn't get the permission of my relatives.

Wilhelm, who reached the King's Capital with exasperation, just turned his foot to the Royal Castle and knocked on the gateway to remain in history as a soldier in the Royal Army.

In this day and age, those who try to pass through the castle gate in such a manner are regarded as unsuccessful, and it is naturally the mountain of Sekiyama that is paid in advance of the gate.

At the time, however, the kingdom was shaken by a civil war with a coalition of East - Asian - of the land, and the volunteers were so pressing that no matter how much they recruited, it was not enough.

There, a young boy went around touching how much he could handle a sword. Hands up and welcomed, Wilhelm enlisted in the Royal Army without any minor obstacles.

That's how Wilhelm was to step onto the battlefield unrelated to hardship, frustration, and such things. His sword moves are also daringly blocked in front of the high wall of reality, a painful and unforgettable experience that will thoroughly snap the nose pillar he had raised until then, giving in to his knees - and that is the baptism of the first line through which everyone passes.

But the sword of Wilhelm had slightly surpassed the realm of fifteen young men who already knew no real battle at this point.

"Oh, my God, you know, life is a little bit of a thing."

Everyone could not help but recall that the future would be a bloodstained one in the figure of a boy soldier who piled the bodies of the submen with mountains on his first battlefield and protruded his sword over them.

From morning to evening, that's what Wilhelm continued his life of waving his sword until he ran out of essence. That's six years from when I was eight, until I was fourteen.

Even after joining the Royal Army in the King's Capital, the free time allowed continued to be devoted to waving the sword. The sword was already one of the best knights to know in action, and the name of a swordsman from the countryside, who had not even received a medal as a knight, came to be known as an abomination to the Allied armies of the subpeoples, with anticipation among the Royal Army.

Without being broken before reality, and without being content with himself yet, Wilhelm continued to wave his sword on the battlefield with depressing emotions.

Rip the flesh of others with a sword, bathe in blood, and prove that you are stronger than the opponent who took your life - only at that moment can you see the dark joy sprout.

Only when will Wilhelm begin to kill people with laughter, and the name of 'The Sword Ghost' becomes called on the battlefield with awe and hatred.

The number of martial medals erected crossed the fingers of both hands loosely, but Wilhelm never received a medal as a knight. You don't get acquainted with the others, you even immerse yourself in the sword in the stoke, you just have to know what it's like to be on the battlefield or on your side, and when you jump into the enemy formation, you blossom and come back. - Such a presence cannot deserve the glorious title of a knight or something. Anyway, in this kingdom where the old chivalry spirit lived, it was only by contributing to the kingdom that the presence of Wilhelm continued to be treated as foreign matter.

And Wilhelm wasn't going to change that situation either.

High as a knight, he cannot bring into battle the rivalry of the lives of others or the integrity of his own soul. Fight and man will die, blood will flow, and life will be crushed.

A knight is not for me to enjoy that feeling more than anything else, and I don't want to be a knight if I'm going to be unable to enjoy it.

The thirst for a warped battle had eroded the mind of a young man named Wilhelm for a long and long time.

The debacle arose there when he was eighteen - his military history in the Royal Army also counted four years, and there was no longer anything in the army that did not know the name of the 'Sword Ghost'.

- She was a beautiful girl with long stretches of beautiful red hair, trembling sideways.

With the expansion of the front line, it is about a day of vacation once returned from the front line to the King's Capital, pushing Wilhelm's will away to advance that it is unnecessary and forced.

Until then, he was abruptly freed from the time when he was indulging in the narrow space between blood and death, and he entertained time. Wilhelm single-handedly went through the castle gate with his love sword.

The sword of the Trias family, which I grabbed when I popped out of the house and took instead of souvenirs, was also a lot tedious, but this sword, which has been my relationship for ten years, is most tame in my hands. Not that any other sword could be used, but this sword was still the best way to immerse yourself in a place of life.

Wilhelm went out with the sword of love in one hand in a played development zone that hit the edge of the king's capital. In the middle of construction, I heard it sounded good, but the work had been interrupted a long time. At least, it had already been interrupted by the time Wilhelm went to King's Capital, and the prospect of resumption has yet to stand. It will stay that way until the civil war with the subtribes is cleared up, that's the story.

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The Morning Development Zone is not popular, and even if it were, it would be full of people who would use this place as a stash for unpleasant purposes. It's a bunch of dwarves who run away without showing up if you just give them a little attention and threaten them.

Becoming heartless, Wilhelm pulls out his sword as he sinks - a wave.

What comes to mind is an inexhaustible puppet that has already slashed tens of millions. Turn away, put the blade on, judge your body, and fly your neck.

A real-life archeology that has been repeated and continued from an early age. The strength of the opponent to fight gets stronger and faster with each age, and if you realize it, you slash each other with your current self.

"You don't look well."

A vain swordsman with a starchy eye and a loose mouth to madness, not in a sane position to see - every morning I saw nothing more than what I looked like in a mirror.

In the shadow of slashing with myself and sinking no longer within Wilhelm today, I saw only about that much antagonism between myself and my strength. Rumor has it that there are many elite, near-guard knights in the Royal Army, but they don't exist on Wilhelm's battlefield, such as the opportunity to fight alongside them. Nature, the other person is limited to himself.

Whenever the holidays were addressed, it was Wilhelm's routine to kill each other with himself who could not be killed in this way. If you realize it, this corner of the development zone is the territory of the 'Sword Ghost', with lettels like, and at some point nothing even comes close.

Convenient, divided, Wilhelm immerses himself in a world to be called his darkness. In it, there is a sword trident in reality that you can't even hope for, because only there can you feel the meaning of your life.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

The foreign molecules that broke into the fence into that world of Wilhelm alone looked like beautiful girls.

As usual, he stepped into the development zone to wave his sword, kill each other, and stopped when he noticed the signs of his ancestors.

The corner used by Wilhelm is relatively evenly scaffolded, an excellent place in terms of size among the abandoned compartments. Is that the foreign molecule, he sat in the resting place of that Wilhelm, leaning his neck toward this one?

"You have people coming here early this morning. In this place..."

――――

The girl smiled softly at Wilhelm and threw a few words at him - Wilhelm's response was to simply slap the sword.

If you're an amateur, you just get caught up in the sword and run away. Even a bastard would guess Wilhelm's skill and still be left behind.

But what about the girl?

"... what's wrong? Look scared."

Blatantly, I have flushed Wilhelm's swordsmanship, and I have continued to do so.

Feeling frustrated, Wilhelm punches his tongue.

An opponent whose sword chi doesn't make sense - that is, in the case of a man who has absolutely nothing to do with Wu. Show Wilhelm's swordsmanship quite a response, if it is something that knows few signs of violence. But for something unrelated to that, it's nothing more than mere intimidation. Some opponents may even see that intimidation as simply narrowing their eyes.

In the case of this person in front of us, it is precisely the latter arrangement in the latter.

"Good luck to the woman for making fun of me this morning."

Still, the woman's gaze leaks out of her face, Wilhelm responds so. The girl tinkled her throat "hmm," against it,

"Just like that, I just want to give it back, but you're a little too mean to say that, aren't you? Just kidding, you look like you don't make sense."

"There are a lot of noisy guys around here. I'm not impressed with a woman walking around."

"Oh, are you worried about me?

"There's a chance I might be the one making that mess."

Ironically responding to the girl's light mouth, Wilhelm rings a sword pattern to claim the existence of prey. but the girl doesn't even look at Wilhelm's such behavior and points aside at "this".

The girl who sat down on the steps pointed her finger at the other side of the steps in the compartment. He could not peek from Wilhelm's position and was invited to wrinkle between his eyebrows.

"Not that I want to see that..."

"Fine, fine. Come, come."

Wilhelm goes to the girl's side when he meditates and calms down, feeling the edge of his mouth stick to the way he says to soothe the child. If you put your foot on the steps and ride yourself out to the other side of them and peek in,

――――

On one side, a yellow flower garden existed that would be illuminated by the morning sun.

"The development would have stopped on the way. I thought no one was coming, so I sowed it up. So I took a leg to see how it turned out."

To Wilhelm, who loses her words, the girl was whispering to confess her secrets.

For a long time, I should have taken a trip to this place, but Wilhelm was unaware of the existence of this flower garden. In this flower garden you could see just a little peek in the back and broaden your horizons.

"Do you like flowers?

That's what the girl asks on the side of Wilhelm, who still doesn't open her mouth.

Turning to that girlfriend, Wilhelm stares jizzily at the girl's face making a whispering smile. And then...

"No, you hate it"

And, with his mouth bent and his voice low, he answered.

- Then the encounter between the girl and Wilhelm went on and on.

In the morning time she gets a vacation and takes to the development compartment, she gets to the place earlier than Wilhelm, alone quietly, looking at the flower gardens in the wind.

And when I realized Wilhelm was here,

"Flowers, did you like them?

And they ask.

I shake my neck sideways and immerse myself in waving my sword like I forgot about her presence and such.

If you sweat, sink into the killing in your thoughts, finish and raise your face, you still have her figure on the spot,

"A long time, you're going to be free."

and it became customary to speak ironically.

Pompous and I think the time to have a conversation has increased slightly.

The conversation, which was only after I waved the sword, became a little exchanged even before I waved the sword, and the conversation after I waved the sword only extended that time a little.

Gradually, I was getting so emotional that I had faster time to get to the place, sometimes stepping on the ground that I was even ahead of the girl, and laughing when the girl said in remorse, "Oh, it's early today," she said.

- That's how we met and it should have taken us about three months to exchange names.

Teresia, the girl who named herself "Not now," she said with a small tongue. I named her back, "Until now, I called her a flower woman with my head," and she swelled.

I think we've come to know each other's names and just stepped a little deeper into each other. Until then, what was an unimpeded exchange of words gradually changes its quality.

One day, Teresia asked me why I waved my sword.

Wilhelm replied that there was nothing to worry about, because it was the only way.

As always, as long as I was in the army, I had bloody stinking days.

The war with the Subman follows a path of intensification, scratching magic and diving into the opponent's nostalgia, and the task of scratching from the inseam to the jaw is pale and repetitive.

Running through the ground, breaking the wind, jumping into enemy formation and jumping the general's neck. He returns to his formation with a sword pierced with his neck in one hand, admired mixed with fear and awe, and exhales.

Secondly, at the foot of the battlefield, I realized that there were flowers wet in blood but still shaking in the wind.

I only realized when I had myself trying to keep from treading on it.

"Flowers, did you like them?

"No, you hate it"

"Why are you waving your sword?

"Because this is all I have."

An exchange of arrangements with Theresia - when talking about flowers, Wilhelm could even respond with a grin. But when I talked about swords, I was only starting to feel painful about mouthing dictated complaints.

Why, wave the sword.

I think that's the only day I've stopped thinking. Seriously, starting to look for answers to that query, Wilhelm stood back until the day he first took the sword.

Back then, I looked up at the sword that was shining its cloudless fullness without bathing blood in Wilhelm's hands, reflecting light on a sword that was too big for my little palms, and what did I think?

One day I took my feet to the usual place, wandering the vortex of unanswered thought.

The footsteps were heavy, and it was depressing to relate to what awaited ahead of us.

I may not have been born to bother you so much. I don't have to think about it, so I thought I'd keep waving my sword, and I got a short circuit answer.

"- Wilhelm"

The girl who was at the place earlier looked back at this one and called her name with a smile.

- Suddenly, they rocked my soul.

My legs stop and I can't enjoy what's coming in.

The consciousness of the lid has struck Wilhelm's entire body, trying to crush that body.

By giving it all away, waving the sword heartlessly, everything that has stopped thinking and left me has erupted.

I don't know why. I'm not sure about the hang-up either. It was cutting through the embankment that had been stuck, and it reached its limit at this moment in the pretense.

Why wave the sword?

Why, have you started waving your sword?

To the glow of the sword, to its strength, I admired the cleanliness of living as a blade.

There's that too. It should have started differently, though.

I have to do what my brothers can't do.

Because they were very neglected brothers in such respects as waving swords.

Still, the brothers were trying to protect the house as brothers, so they wanted to help the brothers like that, trying to find a different way to protect them.

Wasn't that how you were fascinated by the brilliance and strength of the sword?

"Did you like the flowers?

"... I don't hate it"

"Why are you waving your sword?

"This is all I have... because I couldn't figure out a way to protect it"

Since then, the exchange of the arrangements has ceased to take place.

Instead, I think I've been waving a lot of talking from this one. If you realize it, you have a self whose purpose is to go talk to Theresia rather than to wave the sword.

The place where he was supposed to wave his sword carelessly was somehow turning his missing head into a place where he would wave the topic, not the sword.

It was also around this time that the behavior of 'Sword Ghost' began to change on the battlefield.

How quickly to jump into the opponent's nostalgia until then and how many enemy lives to mow. The body that was moving with all that in mind shifted in the direction of how long it could fight without damaging its allies.

The enemy also prioritizes non-combatant over stopping his breath, and turns more to allied support than deep pursuit. Naturally, the eyes around me began to change.

I get a lot of voices, I get a lot of voices from here.

Until then, there was talk of a knight's medal that was completely unbridled, and I could also think of a little intention of taking it.

It would have been more honorable if there had been a foil on the lower heart.

"The story of the Symphony came out and I became a knight"

"Yes, congratulations. You're one step closer to your dream."

"A dream?"

"You took the sword to protect it, didn't you? A knight is someone who protects someone."

Among those things I wanted to protect, I felt that smile burned.

Time is up again.

Getting a position as a knight, as more and more people come into contact within the military, nature and information also begin to enter. While the civil war with the subians is exacerbated, it continues to regress on numerous fronts. Wilhelm also experienced a number of defeats as well as wins.

Each time, I scratched my feet trying to protect even just within the reach of the sword, and the days went on to bite my regrets about not reaching it.

- There is no doubt that one end of the friendship that began to spread was also affected by the fact that the civil war fire burned into the territory of the Trias family.

The civil conflict, which originally began with the eastern part of the national territory as its starting point, expanded, meaning that part of its spread to the north reached only a few points to the territory of the Trias family.

There were no orders. If you have not forgotten your position as a given knight, your loyalty to the Royal Army to which you belong, you were not allowed to act on your own.

But those glitches meant nothing to Wilhelm, who again had thoughts in his chest when he first held the sword.

The land of nostalgia that rushed was after the enemy invasion had already taken most of it away.

Wilhelm pulled out his sword, raised his voice and jumped into the blood mist before the sight he had left more than five years ago faded into the reality that the view he was used to seeing.

Cut down enemies, trample over corpses, scream so loud their throats, and bathe in returning blood.

There was a ghost battle that lived on the sword, lived on the sword, and found only meaning in living on the sword.

Many were passive. There is no reinforcement, and the original strength of the war is fragile.

And unlike fighting alongside his comrades, Wilhelm is single and not even given a draw. One, one more hand wound, reminding me how I was going to be fighting on my own - I won't be able to move.

He himself fell again over the pile of bodies, and the momentum was frustrated before the never-ending enemy, Wilhelm understood that death was imminent at present.

A love sword that has been a long relationship fell beside me, and I don't have the energy to grab it up my fingertips to catch it. Close your lid and you will be remembered for half your life, and you have yourself just keep waving your sword there.

It was a lonely, nothing life, a flash of sight that seemed to conclude - the faces of people that come to mind one after the other along the way.

My parents, my two brothers, my bad friends who were wicked together in the territory, my colleagues who fought together in the Royal Army, were reminded one after the other - Teresia with flowers on her back, floating at the end.

"I don't want to die..."

I should have kept thinking that the path of living in the sword and dying in the sword was the main hope.

But it was only the intolerable feeling of loneliness that actually struck Wilhelm with the end of the way of life that deposited everything in the blade, the end in front of him that he was supposed to want.

No enemy soldier will forgive such a plundered last word for cutting and killing a large number of his companions.

Out of the crowd, a green scaled sub-man with a large body waves relentlessly down the sword in his hand with a wilhelm -.

――――

The beauty of the bursting slaughter is burned in the eyes and forgotten for eternity.

The sword wind blows, and each time the hands and feet of the subtribe are cut off, the neck, and the torso is stroked.

The twist spreads like rage at the enemy, but the running of the running blade is much faster than that, and death is mass-produced.

A sight like a nightmare, played out in front of you.

Blood splashes rise, not even screams can be spoken of, and the lives of subhuman people are pruned. An overly vivid slaughter blows out the lights of life without even rewarding the person who took it.

No one knows if that is cruel or merciful anymore.

If there's anything you can tell, there's only one thing about it.

- You won't reach that sword realm forever, forever.

I have lived my way as a sword-wielding thing, devoting the bulk of my life not so long to it at all. If it were such a Wilhelm, I could understand how high the sword trident would be shaken relentlessly in front of me.

Also the fact that it is an area that never reaches the non-talented self.

Wilhelm's birth. If that was the valley of blood fog, it spread right in front of you. It's just a sea of blood. The size of the pile of bodies loaded is neither comparable nor comparable.

That sword trident did not stop until the subtribes that invaded Trias territory were uprooted.

Seeing the overwhelming killing, and being held accountable by his fellow arrivals late, Wilhelm was healed for his injuries - he couldn't help but look away from them.

He rocks his long sword and walks away slowly. Seeing that he had not bathed himself with a drop of blood, the battle pierced Wilhelm's entire body.

It won't reach that place forever.

It was not until he returned to the King's Capital that he was asked the name of 'Sword Saint'.

In lieu of Sword Ghost Wilhelm, the name of Sword Saint began to echo everywhere as well.

"Sword Saint" - it is the existence of a legend that once slashed a witch.

Only escort remains in the blood today and continues to protect any of the clans as transcendents.

The name of modern Kensei never appeared on the table until then - but that too, until this time.

It was only a few days later that the wound healed and I was able to get to my usual place.

Grasping the sword of love and slowly stepping on the ground, Wilhelm goes for it.

Probably should be there, I was sure. And as convinced as it was, Teresia was sitting in that place unchanged.

I was pulling my sword out of my sheath and jumping faster than she turned this one.

Shortly before the blade falling on the Tangbamboo crack turned her head into two - two fingertips and the tip of the sword pinched. The exclamation clogs my throat and a grin rises at the edge of my mouth.

"Humiliation."

"- Yes."

You were laughing at me.

――――

"Answer me, Theresia...... no, Kensei!!

Take the sword at your disposal and avoid it in a motion that won't disturb one hair, even if it is slashed again. He was paid his legs and defeated unharmed without even being able to take a reception.

There was an irresistible difference between the two walls.

"I'm not coming here anymore."

Many times it is slashed, and each time it is fought back, Wilhelm is defeated.

The sword of love had at some point been taken in her hands, struck with the belly of a blade, stuck in her breath, unable to move a single step.

Far away. Too weak. It doesn't arrive. It's not enough.

"Oh, look at me... I don't have a sword"

"I am Kensei. I didn't know why, but I did."

"Reason…"

"I wave my sword to protect someone. I think that's good."

- I liked to love flowers, and I gave her a reason for not finding out what it meant to hold the sword.

Because she's stronger than anyone, and she's a bigger sword-reaching distance than anyone else, extra.

Then to liquidate the sins you have given -,

"Wait, stay, Theresia..."

…………

"I'll take your sword from you. The blessings and roles given, you know... to wave the sword... don't lick the beauty of the blade, Kensei"

One foolish ghost speaks of the sword to the sword saint loved by the sword on his far back.

That being said, the two of you never saw each other again in this place.

The figure of the sword ghost will disappear from the royal army, and instead Kensei will spread his name within the army.

One Thousand - The state of war leans toward the Telesian struggle as if to embody the word. Individual, yet its martial arts are no longer in the domain of the individual, and the alias for the roaring 'Kensei' was even hopeless for the subordinates who knew the legend of the past.

The end of the civil war was about two months after Kensei went on the battlefield.

The drop-offs were carried over to talks by each other's top, and at least the battle of those with swords was over.

Celebrating the end of the battle, a whispering but gorgeous celebration was held in the Wang capital.

Ceremony with a number of planned awards of medals to the beautiful and, more importantly, powerful Sword Saints.

In an attempt to see her at a glance, humans from all over the country take to the king's capital, to the royal castle, enveloping one girl, a hero whose zeal ended the war.

It was then that the sword ghost descended to cut off the pretense and the enthusiasm.

In front of the unsuccessful men who pulled out their swords, the guards colour. but whoever came forward by controlling them, was Kensei, who withheld the Symphony from the present.

Likewise, everyone breathes in the look of a girl pulling out her sword and facing the intruder.

The beauty of its standing was sophisticated and even hesitated to put it into words.

On the other hand, what a wretch of a person opposite the girl.

I weave my brown jacket with feathers and all I can see is rainwater and mud hanging out thirsty. The sword in your hand is also poor compared to that of the liturgical sword saint, which is splendid, but your body is distorted, the beginning and end of a red rust floating.

Stop the knights whose king on the stage tries to help Kensei. Everyone kept watching their voices kill and watch as the jaw pulled and the sword Saint's sword trident flashed out in front.

The shaken blade overlaps the blade, and the tall sound thrusts through the audience.

Brilliance chained, winding the wind, and two shadows began to slip at dizzying speeds.

Before that sight, I came to the hearts of those who were losing their voices, a vast emotion that was just overwhelming.

Two swordsmen lay their swordspears on the ground, in the universe, on the wall, and in the sky as the offense switches in a tense momentum. Something even wept when I realized what it looked like.

People can get to the realm to this point.

A sword is something that can give others the emotion of beauty.

The gladiators stagger, impending, the cutting-edge flashes, and meet again and again.

And finally,

――――

The reddish blade breaks in the middle and flies through the universe as the tip twists.

And the liturgical sword that Kensei had in his hands,

"Mine."

…………

"Mine, win."

A decorated treasure sword makes a noise and falls to the ground, and the tip of the broken sword approaches the edge of the Sword Saint's throat.

Time stops and everyone knows it. - Kensei's defeat.

"You're weaker than me. You have no more reason to have a sword."

"If I don't have a sword... who"

"I'll take over the reason you wave the sword. You just have to be the reason I wave my sword."

Jump up the hood of your jacket.

Under the reddish dirt, Wilhelm was staring at Theresia on the top of the Buddha.

She shook her head small at such Wilhelm's attitude,

"Terrible person. All the readiness and determination of people, wasted."

"I'll take it all, too. Forget you were holding the sword and swallow... right. You just have to live in peace behind me while I grow flowers."

"To your sword, while protected?

"Yes."

"Will you protect me?

"Yes."

Put your hand on the belly of the sword you poked at, and Teresia steps forward.

Two people, face to face, at a distance that even reaches one another's breath. Tears accumulated in the moist eyes transmitted a telesian smile and fell,

"Do you like flowers?

"I don't hate you anymore"

"Why are you waving your sword?

"To protect you."

Each other's faces approached, the distance narrowed, and eventually disappeared.

Releasing the lips touched nearby, Teresia dyed her cheeks and looked up at Wilhelm,

"Do you love me?

"- Understand."

Turn your face away and say it out loud.

The stillness of the audience's time unravels, and the guards push over here in large numbers. Wilhelm shrugs his shoulders when he sees the faces that one day were shouldering him.

Theresia swells her cheeks at his awesome demeanor like that. Two people in that place, like one of the days they were laughing at each other in front of the flower garden.

"There's something I want you to say."

"Ah."

Scratching his head and looking at the evil punishment, Wilhelm had no choice but to look back at Teresia and look at his ear.

"One day, when you feel like it."

And he misled the embarrassment with words.

- A brilliant treasure sword easily cleaves the rocky outer skin, and the wind runs through it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!"

As he chases after the old swordsman, who runs with a roar, the blood that erupts from the wounds of the blade that have arisen dyes the sky in a pearlescent color.

It's a full-blown creation.

The left arm is about to fall from the shoulder to the beginning, and the blood that wets the whole body is turning back. The blood mixes with my own blood to change color.

I can only expect to stop the bleeding of the wound and recover some health, such as the healing magic effect of just a few moments. Still, it is no different that it is a serious condition that should be at rest.

But let's see what Wilhelm looks like now, and laugh who makes him a dying old man.

If you look at the glow of your eyes, if you look at the power of the footsteps that rush through, if you look at the vibrancy of the sword strike of the blade that grips you, if you hear the resounding mood of tearing, if you make the glow of that soul current, who laughs at the aggregation of that old man's life as foolish?

The blade runs, screaming, and the stuffy white whale's body hits and shivers in severe pain.

There is no hesitation in the sword ghost blade rushing through the back of the immovable warcraft underneath the great tree. A blade entering from the tip of his head slips through his back, reaching his tail, and when he descends to the ground, he comes back ripping his lower abdomen for his head again.

One swing - long, long, deep, sharp, slaughter circles and breaks the white whale.

Leaping, the sword ghost descends again on the nose tip of the moving white whale.

Shaking off a blade wet in blood, the sword ghost stares at himself jizzily as the right eye of the white whale - reflecting itself there, where only one remains.

"I'm not going to curse you as evil. Nothing but preaching good and evil to the beast. Only between you and me is the absolute reason of death that the strong prunes the weak."

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"Sleep. - Forever."

Finally, it leaves a small hissing and the light is lost from the eyes of the white whale.

Nature, the force falls from its giant to the sieve, and the falling body and dripping blood create earthquake and pearlescent turbidity.

No one can utter a word to the feeling of blood communicating underfoot.

The silence fell on Reefaus Avenue, and -,

"It's over, Teresia. Finally..."

Wilhelm looks up into the sky over the head of a white whale that has stopped moving.

Removing the treasure sword from its hand, and covering its face with an empty hand, the sword ghost, who lost his sword, with a trembling voice,

"Teresia, I..."

With a plundering voice, but there is a love of the universe that never fades.

"I love you -!"

Words of love that only Wilhelm knew, could not be told.

Until the day of the loss of my beloved, the once-in-a-lifetime, unspeakable emotion.

Once questioned by her, Wilhelm finally utters the words he should have told her after decades.

On the corpse of a white whale, a sword ghost who had removed his sword wept and cried out for love for his late wife.

"- Here, the white whale sank"

A pompous, ringing voice sounds quietly on a plain night.

Everyone saw the girl who was losing words in that voice, raising her face and letting the ground dragon walk forward.

Long green hair flakes, and the wounds received during the battle render the decorative kind unbroken, a figure dressed so blurry that he defiled his face with his own blood.

But the appearance of the girl appeared in their eyes more radiant than at any moment before.

If the glow of the soul determines a person's worth, it is natural.

The treasure sword was lent, and now Krush is not wearing a sword.

Therefore she turned her empty fist toward heaven, so that all her clenched and hardened fists could be seen,

"The Misty Warcraft that has lived four hundred years and threatened the world - Wilhelm Van Astrea, take it away!!

"- Oh!!

"This battle is our victory -!!"

High rises the proclamation of victory from the master, and the surviving knights cheer.

On the misty plains, the signs of the night return again. The light of the moon illuminates the people of the earth as the right night to be.

- After hundreds of years here, the Battle of the White Whale ended.