Reincarnation Monarch

One.

The western shores of Esta are endlessly stretched with deserted grassland areas.

It once took its name from the ancient nation of Tamil, who erected from around here and finally ruled the entire continent of Melissa under its control, and called it the Tamil Meadow.

Once upon a time, that is because it is not the ancient Tamil tribe, regardless of the Pope of Lowenglin, which currently occupies the land.

So what happened to the ancient Tamils?

No one was left to know the answer.

Because the ancient Tamils were not destroyed by Lowenglin, but neglected to disappear from history long before Lowenglin was erected.

A mysterious ancient people who disappeared into nowhere.

All that remained was the remnants of a very small number of civilizations dotted around the world.

By analogy from its slightest remnants they were nature worshippers.

They found gods among all kinds of natural objects and bowed with fear as objects of reverence.

The sun that illuminates the earth with brilliance.

Moons and stars glittering in the darkness of the night.

And the depressed evergreen forest that appears abruptly in the meadows of the ocean.

The forest here in Lug was also once a place where the ancient Tamils worshipped and worshipped as a sacred place for the gods to live.

But after the ancient Tamils suddenly disappeared from history, only the ancient literature noted that their footprints were scarce, and were only recognized as a resting place on the way across vast meadows for those who crossed the land.

But here were those who visited the Lug Forest not as a relay point on their journey, but as an end point with some purpose.

Lombards.

And they kept their thoughts in their breasts, and gathered them together unto the majestic trees which were once thought to dwell.

Two.

"What about around here?

Captain Ars suggested so when he found a nice plain of considerable breadth falling from his surroundings in a group of giant trees that would each have a tree age of 300 years.

Lombardo responded with a dazzling narrowing of his eyes in the intense sun slipping through the gap between the depressed (uh-huh) trees.

"Oh. I think it's good around here"

"Then we'll dig up the dirt."

Anville's Lotos got a wide range of steps in scoop replacement when he said so, and tried to pierce the ground with force.

Then suddenly there were those who tried to withhold it.

"Can I have a moment?"

He was Edberg, who followed the Bacchus brothers to the horseman, Colin and Gantz, and the archer.

But Edberg was nervous, and his voice was a little off.

The deputy chief, Getz, blamed it on him.

"What the hell, Edberg, keep your voice down. What the hell is wrong with you? Yeah?"

Edberg did not envelop his inner disgust in Getz's disgusting tone, but glanced at him with great discomfort.

Then Colin beside him advanced a step forward and raised his voice on behalf of Edberg.

"We believe in injustice and righteousness!

Colin's sudden proclamation brought a uniformly astonishing colour to its face.

Not only did some of them behave differently, but others did.

Barely posing as superficial calm, Lombardo and Shester were both clearly upset inside.

But there was one in it who could not move at all.

It is the Deputy Chief Getz.

Getz told me to throw up.

"Tell me something, Colin. It's justice. What do you say when you're unjust, like a child? Am I not stupid at all!

And I inherited the word to fold it even further.

"By and large, why are you so stiff? Can't you be more flexible and see things on an ad hoc basis? That's why you can't blend into the squad forever! You know what the hell they call you in the squad? You know, you're called Colin by everyone. You know what that means? You know - it means I can't pull my bow because I'm stuck in a gutter bee, and it's totally useless!

The Getz openly ventured hostility and shot Colin in the mouth.

But it was not Colin at the time or his friend Edberg who objected head-on to it, but Gantz, who was proud of his power.

"Wait a minute. Colin's street name is a strong bow, for sure. Besides the stiff meaning, it should also include the strong sense of annihilation as long as the bow is pulled. Yet you're still a disgusting bastard who intentionally only uses what the bad guys mean!

"Whoa, you think you're strong as long as you pull the bow? Colin doesn't have any real experience, does he? And yet how can you be so strong? Sure, you can say it's strong in training, but the actual battle is something else. I've seen the one with all the enemies in front of me and the one with all the fear out of my back, haven't I?

The Getz blamed Gantz even more with disgusting rhetoric that would make everyone uncomfortable.

"Hey Gantz, what's up? What could possibly be you from the Hundred Wars smell standing in such a young breeze? Ha-ha-ha. So you sniffed your nose, huh?

Fitting in with the Getz's targeted counterattack, the round, fuzzy Gantz's face became as red as a ripe apple.

Colin saw Gantz trembling in anger and not succeeding in two sentences, pointing that spearhead to the captain's Ars to avoid any further barren tongue battles.

"Captain. You are cowardly. Though you were originally captain of the SS escorting General Gorkos, you have to say that you did not just allow or take responsibility for the assassination of Misumi, and even try to cover up that fact."

Colin strangled him and Ars showed a clear upset.

He drowned his head down, his eyes shaking violently from left to right.

Both fists (cobbles) were tightly clenched, and both thick legs to step on the earth were now very weak and trembling into small pieces.

"No, I..."

Ars finally tried to disprove (hang on) Colin with his squeezed voice, but it didn't come true, and his voice faintly fine, disappearing like a bubble.

Getz, the deputy director who saw it, tried to put up a rebuttal argument instead.

"That was unavoidable..."

But Getz's remarks were cancelled by Colin's loud voice.

"I didn't ask you!

Colin then released the next bullet so that it would fold up.

"Captain, you take responsibility! That's why we stood up!

When Colin finished saying so, he quickly pulled out a sword strapped to his waist, pointing that cut toward Ars.

And the other four pulled out their swords simultaneously to signal it, and, like Colin, pointed the tip of that blade toward Ars.

"Captain, be ready."

Colin's cold-hearted voice, relentlessly attacked by the wandering Ars, profoundly (shined) and wooden spirits (obsessed) behind the dark, deep forest.