Sendai Yuusha wa Inkyou Shitai

"of" The Witch of Time "... Probability Magic... Destiny Manipulation, hey!

Zephyr laughs in a plundering voice as she wets her body with the blood that spills out of her arms.

"My attack had reached you... hey, if you were unharmed by that attack, I still know... but it was as if it hadn't been... K, kakakakah..." even God wants to talk about it "... it's also nice to say that God is the enemy..."

Zephyr is probably the only human being who has lost both arms and yet is capable of thinking like this. Rather, it even makes me wonder what Zephyr is calling a human being who is crossing that line.

But...

It's a shame.

Truncate Zephyr's reasoning.

"In that situation, Zephyr, it's impossible to prevent your attack where you manipulated your destiny. Events always converge.... destiny always exists in the future."

And to the words of courage, Zephyr looks up to courage as it was played.

"Past...... cause of events,...... cause and effect...... twisted...!?

causal rhythm. How many people recognize and live the word?

And the stronger you recognize it, the more tangled up in a chain of causes and consequences you go.

"No, that's what killed..."... 'Al' is not a weapon to slash anything. It's a weapon to tear space apart and kill the Demon King. "

The power to destroy causes that have happened in the past and even dominate fate.

Such is no longer the same as God.

"... there's no way you don't know, Zephyr. I woke up to this power because 'Al' was inspired by the Demon King.... thanks to you, I can't save Olivia again..."

Bravery's eyes were looking at someone who was not Zephyr as he stowed his holy sword and White Asia's armor became light and scattered.

"... cuckoo. Save Your Majesty, or"

Zephyr lying still on her back.

"Retroactive to the past...... were you even going to use the help of The Witch of Time?

The courage to shake his neck beside Zephyr's words.

"I gave up when I realized the essence of this' power '. I... can't go back in time."

I can't shake off the past.

I can't look back on the past.

Yong lives in captivity in the past.

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"Zephyr was triple sealed and transported to Luxeria. He said he had a creepy smile."

".................. well"

The day after the battle with Zephyr was over, work had begun on dismantling the warehouse that the kidnappers had been using and that had no prospect of using. It was yesterday today and the reaction rate is amazing.

Well, for Mr. Vaudan, it's where his son is about to be abducted, and that's not the wrong thing to do.

I was listening to the demolition, and I saw the ocean and I was at dusk.

"What about the kidnappers?

"They're all here for you, including Ortaine."

"Ortaine? Did it even happen that way?

Port Street Ortaine is headed for the head of the Centaurs, Mr. Elie and the others.

"Oh, apparently Ortaine was more of a..."

"Huh?"

"Oh. They said there were a lot of slaves on a large scale, but most of them were labour-oriented slaves, and... they were all gathered by BE IO to sell high."

Jean clouds his words so hard to say along the way. It seems that Jean, a nobleman, who should not be oblivious to what he said, cares about me.

"You were originally willing to throw away Ortaine?

"Oh, well, both, I guess."

Jean, who took the lute out of somewhere, starts playing it interspersed with his nose.

"... this development involves a large organization in the back. Really?

"It's got to be involved."

When I say half the story, even Jean naturally affirms it.

"It's my personal opinion...... I hear the church has been hiding behind something lately. If they say it was their fault, I can honestly nod."

"Dude, the church... now that kid, erm... shit, I forgot his name. Isn't that Pope trying hard?

When I ask, Jean smiles bitterly.

"No. Cardinal Grenille has returned and the Church has once again become his"

"Grenille... that's the bastard from that time"

Cardinal Grenille. Three years ago, a Cardinal who puppeted a still young Pope and manipulated the Church as he wished.

He's the kind of guy who used to unjustly oppress the subpeoples, even though he called them human supremacy.

"Yes. He's the one you disputed. I lost my leg once, but I crawled up here obsessively."

Though I told her to be nothing, Jean's mouth had a mocking grin.

"Did Sylvia do nothing?

"I did. There's no way you won't."

Stop playing lute and stare as Jean criticizes me.

"But when he crawled onto the stage, he immediately asked His Majesty about the death of the Virgin and the treatment of the enemy of God who had killed the Virgin who should have saved the world..."

So Jean took a big breath and spit it out slowly.

"He also disparaged the throne of the flourishing Cardinal to the brave man who disparaged God. I'm writing a story about you and the princess to at least resist the man who calls me so..."

So at the end of the story, Jean sings out the story like a bard.

It was a story of love where a boy like anywhere fought through for a girl he fell in love with at first sight.