Sanzen no Souru Supina

"I won't let the heroes do what they want, when"

Now, Osmahim laughed.

The scene switches again.

Where Snow was relative to the Book of Magic (Grimoire): Vibro Valeri inside distorted space-time.

In that far above, the two emperors were crossing words.

It was the literary emperor: Lucatius, who broke the sincerity of Osmahim and affirmed that he would not let this be done.

The great emperor of Osmadra against showed with a chilling grin.

"Is that all you want to say, Lucatius"

Finally, with all due respect, Osmahim spoke.

"I don't care how Omae takes my sincerity. But I will accomplish what I believe. My God: Let the kingdom of glory descend upon the world, as it is in the teachings of Alam Ra. It does not realize the glorious world guided by the heroes. Now is the time to build the royal road paradise in this land."

So, Osmahim told me.

That was the last notice, I suppose.

"So once now, I say. Emperor of the Vibronze Empire: Go down to our military gates, O Lucatius. Don't make it worse."

And perhaps, fully aware of that, Lucatius shook off the hand offered.

"It's deception, Osmahim. Let's say anything. Most humans can't live as heroes. '

"Even if I knew. Neither do I tell anyone I'm a hero. But as someone who leads the world in a better direction, I want a world where more aspirants stand. So create. Raise the world to sink into confusion from its muddy soil and nurture the will to go to heights. If you can't just wish for it, it's only happening."

'Why don't you realize it's selfish? That's a handful of worlds for the chosen ones where you say they are!

For the first time, Osmahim saw the expression and narrative of Lucatius, known for his sexuality (saga), warm and calm deposition, become sharp.

Well, the praise leaked out of the king's mouth, curious.

"Good face, good voice, Lucatius. I wanted to see Omae's face like that. Right, is that what Omae is all about? Too bad, too bad. I wanted to see it sooner."

'You'll notice, Osmahim. Human beings cannot be heroes in the complete sense. No, for a moment, you might be able to be a hero. But you cannot be brave, wise, and wise forever. No good ruler can beat the years. Thousands of years old empires will disappear one day.

At that time,

'That's when I know what's really important. That's tranquil. Peace. There is a promise that the same routine will be repeated tomorrow. If you are… No, if you are a true hero, stand for it!

"Stop laughing is this. You think it's still the same peace tomorrow? Do you say that the reward for renouncing your responsibilities as a human being, for renouncing the" will "and becoming a puppet is that? Where's that progress? Omae's tranquillity is about giving up the future, sticking to it today, when the puppet is in life."

People in the old world decided not to do that. All of us. This is the idea of the world. That's what I know.

Osmahim waved at Lucatius trying to make sense of it.

"I see." The Twist for All "? Interesting. But that's not my wish (...)"

Likewise Lucatius shook his head hard and showed it.

But this one was a reproach for my friend's incomprehension.

"With just one desire, shall we trample on the decisions adopted by the overwhelming majority"

"If this world was once altered by Everyone, what's the problem where I rebuilt it? I'm not the only one waiting for the arrival of the Land of Heroes. Many of the true knight maidens will agree with this."

And.

"I won't force our way of life on anyone who doesn't want to be a hero. Whoever does not want to be a hero, end his life as an ordinary man whose name is unknown. We will take charge of the suffering, the decisions, the responsibilities of the Omaes. Practically the same as before, isn't it? No, it might be easier."

'It's a trick, Osmahim. There are conditions for a hero to be a hero. It's a struggle. War, turmoil. It's like risking the fate of the world, too. Isn't it? Your ideal home = the land of heroes needs to continue to fight forever in order to maintain its existential significance. And under the blades and artillery that are crossed, the folk grass continues to be pressed, making choices and decisions! Like what? It is decided. Should I be a hero or not?

That is the essence of the world you seek to guide.

Lucatius confronted the great emperor of Osmadra in a harsh tone that made him feel confident.

"I'm not gonna tell you no, Osmahim."

"You don't think the future is what you win with your own hands, my friend"

"A grand tour? Have you been eaten by the winged witches?

"You can't see the defamation of my allies. Besides, it would be Omae if they ate my heart, Lucatius. Do you think I don't know anything? Enchanted by the Book of Magic (Grimoire), O poor late Emperor."

They both knew that the reward of this word made no sense.

I also knew that I had just picked up a last-minute interaction.

I just wanted to talk about it in a peeling, human language.

As a testament when they were both, at the end of the day, human beings.

"Well, have you finished your words? - Well, guess what."

I thought you said, "Let it go."

"You can't just hold me down with words. What are you going to do"

'I thought you said this too, Osmahim. in words, or by language'

That word of Lucatius was the trigger.

Buckwheat, and the bottom of the helium fell out.

Literally, the entire capital is swallowed up as it collapses into a giant hole.

But that was too neat a move when it came to disintegration.

No, maybe this should be called storage and storage?

"Funny... what is this?"

Even the Great Emperor moaned at the difference.

"That's a void space-time... you want me to store the whole city in a void space! It's the ultimate version of the Shadow Barn (Shadow Cloak) used by the Night Devils, Osmahim!

Instead of Lucatius, I answered, the true knight's maiden, the black-winged Odile, who had previously seen the interaction between the two sides.

The black space with its open mouth swallows not only the building, but the terrain and the people who live there themselves.

Falling towards the void space.

All things are lost.

from this world.

"This is the true secret of Heliatium… is it so?"

"No, not yet, it's coming, my friend."

And now Lucatius answered.

With a bright blue face - as if you were paying the price - holding down the heart.

Now it's your turn to lose me.

In a ghostly, unpretentious look, only his eyes shimmered, Lucatius told.