Sayonara Ryuusei Konnichiwa Jinsei

Rita, who had been imprisoned in the room at the top of the steeple, was suddenly taken by Sierra and separated from Fatima, and released when she was brought to the castle gate without knowing anything.

Filling Rita's heart with the color of anxiety seems to be leaving one half vampire Fatima alone in the vampire's den, but Sierra, who had been showing a warm attitude so far, looked seriously at the expression That I was doing.

And when they were released at the gate, there were several other fully armed high-ranking knights besides the Sierras, who were looking at themselves in an unpleasant glance.

"Oh, that Sierra"

Rita was not able to keep her calm, as she was suddenly forced to take herself out of the room. The situation was interesting to the vampire knights around him, and seemed sad to the Sierras.

"I can go straight and go back to your village. I can't go back to Fatima, but I'm ordered to get you out of the castle. Go."

"But, but leave Fatima alone."

"I'm worried about that girl even at such times. You and Fatima are kind daughters. Do you remember that Fatima's friends said they were coming to help Fatima?

Join them and tell them what you have seen and heard at this castle, and they will help them a bit.

If you go early. The order may be overturned, saying that you can never release you. ''

Rita still showed hesitation in Sierra's words with a compelling sound, but she was wise enough to understand that there was little that she could do here, and white that she couldn't tell what was lurking He had the courage to travel the world.

Rita stared at Sierra's eyes from the front and nodded vigorously. A girl full of determination, but how sublime and dignified.

Sierra wondered what my body and mind, suddenly a vampire, were better than the girl in front of me.

The bubble of doubt in the sea of thought disappeared immediately, but it was the first time I had doubts about becoming a vampire after Blanc's blood sucked it.

"I see. I do what I can. I know it's crazy to ask for this, but thank you Fatima."

"... Yeah, let's take care of it, of course. That girl received the royal fangs."

"I would be very happy if I could take care of it in a way that would not be a vampire, if possible ...."

"I can't do that. Unless His Majesty changes His will. And His Majesty will never change his will.

"Yes, that's all."

After a little hesitation, Rita dropped her head down to Sierra, turned her heels back, and ran into an unknown world full of white fog.

To meet those who are trying to save Fatima as soon as possible. To have that gentle Fatima saved as soon as possible from the unreasonable fate of being transformed into a vampire.

Even though the girl turned her back in the white world and couldn't see her back, Sierra continued to stare in the direction Rita ran, rather than trying to move away.

*

Rita continued to run as long as she could stay fit and breath. Even though my body began to scream, I ignored it and just continued running. Feeling of the legs in the shoes quickly disappeared. It is not strange that the skin is torn and wet with blood.

Nevertheless, he keeps running because he wants to save Fatima who has been thinking about himself despite being sucked in blood, and his helping hand is stretched out through the fog, which is equal to the invisible darkness. The hope that there might be, was because of hope that was too ephemeral.

As if running in the invisible fog on all sides, it seemed that it had inadvertently entered the forest, with its feet rising and falling like a sign of the forest's malice trying to capture Rita's feet, and thick tree roots I'm sorry.

"Hah, huh, huh ... Fatima, sama, you ... I'll definitely help, because ah !?"

Speaking of a bad road, a single arrow made of purple metal from the arrowhead to the arrow blades stood out at the feet of Rita, who went on a rough road that could not be better.

The arrow that flew without the sound of cutting the wind did not penetrate Rita's feet, but did enough to stop Rita's feet.

Rita looked back. I don't know the direction of the arrow. However, there was a sign that the back was frozen.

Behind the fog and the grove, there was a figure of a knight wrapped in purple armor, from the horse to the figure on the horse.

Rita realized that he was one of the knights at the castle gate.

The purple knights and other knights are trying to hunt themselves cruelly, like a rabbit or deer, and have fun.

He knew that Sierra had such a sad face and voice when he left at the gate. Did you release yourself after knowing this? Did you say any words that hoped you knew?

Rita is running again, with betrayed anger and sadness burning in the heart like wildfire.

Rita understood with instinct, not reason, that if he stopped his feet, death would approach his life.

"Huh, run away, run away. Hunting you to escape is the real pleasure of the sacrifice hunting. You must suck your blood, escape, open your heart with your neck and limbs, and offer it to our God. Let's take another shot, not yet, don't hit it yet! "

Suddenly, Brasden grabbed the arrow from the quiver tied to the saddle and, with a steady motion, counted the bowstring and pointed the arrowhead at Rita's back exactly as if by a string.

Even though he did not hit, the knight's mind was clearly sewn on his limbs to the ground with the arrow he released, and Rita, who painted in blood and cried and shouted for life, was drawn vividly, making the vulnerable unreasonable He was drowning in the strong man and the pleasure of the madman.

He was a distorted personality, no more likely to resemble a knight.

"Oh, first from the left foot!"

The purple magical arrow fired from the bowstring flew again with the sound of a hail and a piercing wind, aiming exactly at Rita's left calf exactly as Brasden declared.

The stumbling of the occasional stumbling block from the poor scaffolding, and the magical effect of Rita swaying to the left and right, the brassden arrows themselves rub through the trees like flying creatures.

When Brassden licks his tongue a little bit later, until Rita's thin but pierced meat with the unique tenderness of the girl, the gray wind that blew from an unfamiliar direction collided with the arrow, and the scattered wind of Rita's A small body was blown away and dropped under the cliff beside the grove.

"Mm, that's Sierra, your work !?"

Brasden turned his eyes in the direction of the gray wind. Despite leaving the gate at the latest, Sierra was catching up with Brasden, who had been running ahead.

Between the giant trees that emerged like dark green pillars in the white fog, there was an ash-like Sierra. There is no uproar in the murderous intent from Brasden as much as his hair. That sparked extra anger in Brasden.

"Sierra, you are still tied to emotion!"

It was an angry sign that would dry and thin a thin tree. Brassden's murder and anger, wrath, shatters and shatters the branches and leaves of the bath.

"No, the ashes I mentioned were aiming at Rita. It was badly going to counter with Lord Brasden's arrow, but I have no other intention. Let's go against the orders of your Highness with your guidance. ''

"Nuu, but the wind is now."

"Once the ceremony is over, please check until the Lord is done. I will not escape or hide. Will it be the first decision to be pursued after Rita earlier? If they do so. ''

This was also what Sierra said. From the other direction than Brasden and Sierra, other knights, including the Gorcos, whip their horses and run through the woods.

If you answer questions with Sierra here and waste your time, you will not be honored to suck sacrificed blood first in the sacrifice hunt. Before the brassden conflict was settled, Sierra unilaterally closed up.

It turned into a gray breeze, as if by two names, and disappeared in a white mist.

"So I'm at this"

"Well, do you wait?

Unable to find a place to rage, Brasden slammed his formidable fist into his right knee. The sound of a hammer hitting a huge block of rocks roared, and the horses of Brasden slept low, protesting.

"Well, this is sorry. If you go hand in hand, is that useless?"

Apparently she seems to be kind to Aima.

And I heard such a voice. When he grabbed the bridle and tried to pursue the Sierra, a tweet reached Brasden's ear.

"HM"

That was the last voice heard before Brasden became ashes.

*

"Uh, it's painful."

Rita was forced into consciousness by the pain running all over her body, and woke herself up with a lot of struggle from a prone position lying down on the ground.

There are many small cuts and blue bruises on my feet, cheeks and neck, torn pieces of clothes, and countless soil and leaves.

Looking up overhead, I was supposed to roll off a stunning height and steep cliff. If it wasn't painful, it would be an amazing cliff.

There is nothing that can soften the impact of falling when you look under your body. It doesn't seem that the impact was dispersed by accident when it hit a branch, nor was there any accumulation of falling ground.

Rita doesn't know that a gray wind blew just before the fall, which softened most of the impact of the fall.

"I have to go, I have to help Fatima. So in this place ..."

Rita moved her aching leg, ignoring her body's voice of rest. Every step of the way, the pain that makes you fall into a large shape and makes you fall asleep runs across your body, hurting Rita's mind and body.

Nevertheless, the horror coming from behind and the desire to save Fatima was much greater than the pain, so Rita's feet were cow steps, but did not stop moving.

As usual, the four sides were wrapped in white fog and did not look good, but I felt like I could hear the sound of hooves approaching from behind, and Rita's heart was never resting.

"Hah, huh, huh."

Even my own voice is annoying. The heart was about to burst, and the tympanic membrane was about to burst with the beat, and Rita was even amazed at his toughness that he wouldn't die.

But the exclamation disappeared when he saw the shadows of the three equestrian horses standing in front. A knight in armor that is whiter than white fog, a knight in black armor that is glossy, and a knight in gray armor.

There is no explicit murder in comparison to the purple knight, but it still gives off the cold that intensifies the whole body just by putting it in view. It is due to the negative atmosphere of the high-ranking immortals and the difference in spiritual case.

If you are poorly spiritually tolerant, you'll fall down just by being exposed to this atmosphere.

"No, no. No, I have a lot of things that I still haven't and want to do. I want to die, I don't want to die, uh, uh ..."

No matter how lucky you are, there is no way to help yourself. With that understanding, the thread of tension, which had been maintaining the mental balance in Rita, had been broken without fear.

Then the fear that had been contained up to now has broken through the weir and overflowed, and large tears began to spill from the eyes constantly.

No, no, repeating, like a child who only knows the words, Rita couldn't move one step, and broke down on the spot and collapsed.

The strange thing was that the three knights did not move in any way. Unlike Rita's crying appearance, she couldn't notice Rita at this time.

Rita noticed something was wrong after all, as the knights all got off the horses dashingly, and the knight Gorcos in white armor tipped with unlimited awe and awe.

"Welcome to the kingdom of Grossgrea. The one who inherits the most precious and great blood. Our Lord has longed his head and waited for his arrival."

Rita finally notices that the gaze and consciousness of the three are not their own, but that they are poured behind themselves.

At the same time, it's strange why you've never noticed before, like a mountain range that reaches above the clouds and stretches beyond the horizon, or beyond the night sky where you can't reach and reach no matter how much you reach You realize that something tremendous is behind you.

Why didn't you notice? It may be because it was too big. A drop of rain falling into the ocean would not be able to understand the size of the ocean. You can't understand the size of the endless earth in a single dust of dust.

A giant sign that seems to be an illusion of a part of the world replied to Gorkos. It was the sound of a woman who was stunned as if a heavenly or hell musician pinched a golden stringed koto.

"I don't need any pretense politeness. The concubine has destroyed the country and its people, and it's a fool who lives and is ashamed of persecution."

"However, you are still one of the Six Founders, as is our Lord. His Majesty Drumina Peyorir Valkyrios, King of the 999th Kingdom of Valkyrios"

"If the Grossgrillian knight who destroyed the country utters it, he will only hate it."

Rita followed an irresistible urge and looked back behind her knees. As soon as he looked back, his eyes reflected Rita's never-before-seen, transcendental beauty that could not be attributed to the world of a stranger.

Thousands of tens of thousands of poets are trying to spin words like a metaphor for despair, their nose bridges have no choice but to sacrifice their souls if they are able to suck, the bright red lips that everyone is scorched at, the beginning of the world The original flame, which was being killed, may be burning in the same red color as the eyes.

The dress is made of black cloth reminiscent of a star-free night sky.

If you do not turn your hand around your waist with delicate power, there is a cuteness that seems to break without fear and a bewitching that can not help but attract the heart of a man.

The red ribbon wrapped around the neck was decorated with a blue diamond with eyes close to it, giving off a glorious shine, but still far from the beauty of the Lord.

The hair stretched long enough to reach the waist is slightly purple in silver.

What seemed bizarre to Rita's eyes was that the left half face of her beautiful face, which seemed to be ecstatically admired and frozen, was hidden by the veil of black cloth same as the dress.

The veil was tied with a golden ribbon. It is a ribbon woven by processing gold itself into a fibrous form instead of dyed silk thread.

Rita was a stranger, but a beautiful woman who hid half of this face was the only guest who was trying to intercept with all the power of the Kingdom of Grossglia, the last of the country once destroyed by Grossglia Vampire queen.

Suddenly, Doramina bowed down and raised Rita's right hand with her left hand. It was a gentle operation that showed a concern for Rita.

Rita even thought that touching was a guilty sensation, even if the person touched was inorganic.

"Challenging the innocent, robbing dignity, and even killing life. Are you still abominable and savage rituals?"

Doramina's voice was filled with true righteous resentment. Gorkos and the other two knights had no words.

In front of their presence in the same class as the Lord who worshiped them, their whole body felt the difference in the sense that was apparent from their relatives, and their mind and body were bound.

"Go down, girl, close your eyes and cover your ears. From now on, it's not something you like to know."

Was it a measure to prevent Rita from showing the tragedy he would cause in the future?

Guided Rita behind him, Domina released his hand. His hands were as cold as bloodless dead, as was the case with the immortal. But Rita still thought it was a gentle hand.