Sanzen no Souru Supina

It sounded like a ground beep, and the ground was actually shaking hard.

You'll see soon enough that it's not just an earthquake.

When I wondered if the ground near Bhakuri, and Heliatium had been heavily torn, some of them were abruptly depressed, or protruded at a tremendous rate.

Cliffs and steep (cucumber) valleys were created to surround the helium, as if it were a series of creatures' bare bones.

It also looked like a birdcage that captured Osmahim and the Maidens of the True Knights aboard: Gail Drivre.

The Osmadra Imperial Army, which was in formation near the city, will suffer tremendous damage in this instant.

The annoying cry in Heliatium was now shared by Osmadra.

"Were you still hiding your cowardly hands?"

Odile poisoned me as I grabbed onto something nearby.

Flying boats in the air: Gail Drivre should not be directly affected by earthquakes or the fall/protuberance of the ground, but invisible atmospheric walls rocked the hull.

"Running away and hiding with no winning eyes at all, deciding on the deception, making enemies the top of the sky, letting them step into the base with the waza before taking over. The public's assessment that a literary emperor is a decoration (mock-king) that can only love a book must be changed, my friend: Lucatius."

Aren't we going to do it?

The Great Emperor: The membrane of light (screen) was still amplifying and transmitting externally the inquiry that Osmahim accidentally crushed.

Osmahim himself, such as the answer, does not expect a response.

But there were those who responded.

'No, I'm a pussy of the world's reputation. In your chances of winning in chess, you always outweighed me.'

Osmahim heard the loud voice that pressed heaven, just like his own, echoing the helium at that time.

Whose voice is it, Osmahim soon found out.

"Huh, Tanuki. You were letting me and Waza beat you for this."

"How hard can it be to make it look like a fight and lose?"

What an entire day the Lord of the Voice was one of the Emperors of Vibronze, whose whereabouts had become unknown.

Later, a membrane of light (screen) was drawn by the tent over the helium, where Lucatius himself appeared.

People who have exhausted their emotions too much confusion look up at them.

"Dear people of Heliatium, I'm sorry I'm late. I want you to forgive me for taking the time to prepare. '

The emperor's apology to the nameless folk grass itself is unlikely to be the first thing in this era, but this is the nature of a man named Lucatius.

'But when I fought back, I came. No. Should it be called rebuttal? My friend: O Osmahim, I do not use force. In the first place, force cannot beat you. [M] Therefore I will use my words. Or should I say, language?'

The illusion of Lucatius, manifested against the background of the night sky, spread his hands so as to encompass the flying boat: Gail Drivre.

Membranes of light (screens) interfere with each other, scattering a number of tiny thunderlights.

"That's a trick to disprove. I guess I'll rewrite it. We've already seen and known. Using the ghosts there, as the historical emperors of Heliatium have so far taunted the" will "of the people. Let's do what we want with it."

Osmahim said so as to dispense with the phantom hand offered.

Hmm, and Lucatius nods back.

"Have you stepped into the land knowing so much? That's the great emperor of the Osmadra Empire who triumphs over the world. But no. You seem to know, and you don't know anything."

"A unified dynasty that has disappeared beyond the book of history: those who inherit the orthodoxy of Agantilis have different things to say. Tell the monarchs of the Osmadra Empire you don't know anything."

If this interaction is between you two, it's like Lucatius' neck flies instantly.

But there was something like pleasure in Osmahim's mouth.

It's funny.

"Interesting. Then tell me what you don't know about me."

Plus Osmahim heard.

"I don't know, you're the only one who knows the secret."

And I let Lucatius snort at the attitude of such a great emperor.

Then I said.

"The Great Emperor: Osmahim. There are as many stars as you don't know, but there is only one thing you need to know now."

"Well, I wonder what that is."

"It means that our deeds are not by our will."

Osmahim silenced for a few seconds as both his best friend and father tried to grasp the meaning of the man's words he had once said.

Put aside enough time and ask back.

"Is that not my friend Lucatius, your own will?"

'That's not all I'm saying. It's not even the will of every emperor I've ever known about the emperor of this country.'

Osmahim accidentally laughed out loud at the strangeness of the questions being asked.

It is not a grin of understanding and friendship.

Ha, that's an affront statement.

"More than that, I don't expect you to hear the transfer of responsibility on this occasion, my friend. I can't believe I threw all day and night to give you that excuse."

"Unfortunately, this is the truth, my friend."

"Your face is fucked, Luca. There are also flakes in the Emperor's coat. Stop fooling around and get down on me. Don't make it worse."

smiling bitterly and waving, Osmahim said.

That's how you behave as a winner.

But Lucatius saw and said the forgiveness of his former friend as if to see something sad.

'Unfortunately, Osmahim. You misunderstand the truth. [M] It's not comprehensible'

"Anyone would look back if they heard bullshit about not being the" will "of the Vibronze Emperor, etc. of the King, the responsibility of the Emperor rests with the King and with the Emperor. Because that was done by the will of kings and emperors. If that responsibility means that the Emperor himself does not have the will, which is the beginning of it, then where and what is it?"

In other words, Osmahim pursued who was responsible for this incident.

The word was a true argument and a royal road.

Yet in Lucatius' eyes, staring at him like that, there is a sorrow that cannot even be hidden.

Or is that profound pity?

"It's a glorious royal road. The very path you have taken.... It's hard to say to you that I believe in such correctness... but this is the truth. I will have to tell you."

"I don't wear a mochi. It's between you and me."

Lucatius, who had been prompted to do so, tilted his neck.

Something to cut off the untrained.

Then I told him.

There is no such thing as "will". No, Osmahim. Please pass it on. '

Funny thing, Osmahim laughed.

"Say something funny. If the Will is absent there, who the hell would have wanted to do this? Whose responsibility is it? Who will take responsibility?"

Again with the same thing, Osmahim asked.

"If you are asked to take responsibility, I, Lucatius, the Emperor, will take it. But that doesn't put things right. We have stood in a phase that does not fit. Because the situation you are witnessing is not the will of anyone. If it means who wants it, I can tell you where it is, but I swear, there's no" will "there."

The Great Emperor also narrowed his eyes to the interactions that began with the grand tour.

"Then let's change the way we ask. If the Will is absent, then what did you do with this country? Who (...) did this to something that keeps distracting from reality?"

Osmahim's voice has a hidden rage on the inside.

I wonder if you know that, Lucatius nodded.

'Let's talk about it, to you. Tell me who he is... and tell me about Nerd.