Sevens

In the room where the third generation took me in, I look at my memories.

Usually a floating third generation was able to know how it worked on the battlefield.

The third generation, which takes less than fifty soldiers and storms them, uses their skills.

Thousands of soldiers around follow a knight in a conspicuous fit, rather than with a third generation.

In that, the third generation was confused.

"This is..."

As I watched the sight, the fourth generation was looking at the ground.

"Did you even create a shadow?

Then the third generation bragged his chest out.

'That's right. This is my skill… the final form [Dream]. It's a skill to show illusions that seem real. The ability to kill... don't you think?

That's what I said. I saw the third generation face and I swallowed my gokuli and spit.

"... I read in a book I've read before that you burn people with blindfolds with just iron on them"

Then, the third generation was nodding.

"That's an extreme story. In fact, it doesn't always succeed. And... '

The soldiers of the fighting Remrant were beginning to realize that it was an illusion.

'Hey, these guys are fantastic!

'There's a guy somewhere who used his skills!

"Where's the injured man! What's wrong with having skills!

As soon as the enemy knights and soldiers realized it was an illusion, they began to regain their posture.

The third generation had pulled out their swords when they discovered the enemy general in that.

He is jumping up from the horse and swinging his sword down as it is.

The third generation next to me explained how it was.

'First generation skills, second generation skills... they were all inherited. In an oral. Because I'm scared when I write it down on something. But that's what you get for it. The other guy was strong. I couldn't do it with a single blow. "

By the slain third generation, the general falling from the horse screams.

"A cowardly hand! Bansheim's hipsters!

'I don't deny it, but I still can't lose it!

He slashed and lay down the elite crowd around him, and the third generation was fighting the General.

He creates his own illusions around him, and flirts and fights.

I look around and notice discomfort.

"The Lemrant soldiers..."

Third generation says.

"We're fighting each other on our side, aren't we? Thanks also to [control] of skills'

The fourth generation is holding his face by his hand.

"That's really lame."

"I had no choice," the third generation growls.

'If I hadn't used it, I would have lost. I didn't want to use it... but the battlefield was close to my territory. If the opponent stayed the course, everything would have been ravaged.'

That's all Bansaim was doing at the time.

(I fought for justice or something, so it was a lie)

When I feel like I can't help it, things change around me.

One ally after another is taken over.

The numbers are different from the original. Besides, the third generation, which I couldn't afford, was unable to create illusions.

The third generation's right arm then emptied at the attack of the enemy general waving down the axe of war.

But...

"No, illusion?

The third generation is with a serious face.

"That's how you use it."

Then a third generation of swords stabbed deep into the chest of the enemy general.

The animosity around us gathers in the third generation.

Have you run out of magic, the third generation was flirtatious?

They're just gonna take it away from me now.

The Lemurant army, where the General was taken over, begins to be confused.

That's the time.

"Boy!"

Several soldiers, full of blood, pulled their horses and rushed over to the third generation. And when you force a third generation onto a horse.

'Please go!

'... ah'

A third generation with a nodding look squeezes the last force and flirts with the enemy in illusion. Magic descends into illusions, arrows pierce illusions.

And the soldiers who let the third generation escape...

"Why... so much, in the second generation"

He was dead laughing.

Third generation says.

"Lyell, they didn't die for me. They died for their homeland because of the territory I'm ruling. Personally, he'll have a reason, but still, it's for the realm to help me. '

Thinking it's a chilled opinion, an army of Bansaim that was surrounding him surrounds Lemrant's army.

The third generation was holding his fist when he saw such a sight. I hold on to it hard with all my strength.

Still doesn't seem convinced.

(So I hate you so much...)

From the front, too, the main unit, which was able to rebuild, was causing it to storm around horseback riding.

When magic strikes the Lemrant soldiers, the formation seems disturbed and unable to move properly.

Sieged as it was, the Lemrant army was devastated.

When the scene changed that way, that was the Walt family formation.

Looks like time has passed since the war.

The third generation lying down was worn out by arrows and magic.

When nobles and kings come into the tent, they thank the third generation who cannot respond properly.

The third generation looks at themselves.

'You want me to rest, don't you? Totally......'

I'm trying to be frightened.

The fourth generation was looking at the entrance to the tent.

Thus, when the third generation approaches the end of time......

"Father!"

The fourth generation of teenagers came into the tent.

'... Marks... I'm sorry. Really... sorry... take this...'

When the third generation receives the blue balls handed to him, the fourth generation, breathing on his shoulders, grips him crying. And the third generation stopped moving.

So when the surrounding landscape stains gray, the third generation says.

'I'm not dead for him. I did my best to win the war at the expense of others to protect my territory. Because I knew no one else could. I was the only one who could argue. "

Out of the way, in the third generation, the fourth generation said something. I did.

Third generation says.

'Well, my story is over. Do you understand that it's not beautiful? And what I wanted to protect was... ha, enough. I would have fully understood. "

That said, we were back in a room with a round table.

The fourth generation and I are the only ones in the room.

The third generation, apparently, is stuck in the room.

The fourth generation had removed their glasses and wiped them.

"... Lyell, that's why you're going to look at my memory, too."

I couldn't refuse.

"Yes."

The sight I saw entering the fourth generation room was that of a young fourth generation whose third generation was receiving reports of danger.

There, he talks about a third generation stormed by muddy, and flimsy knights.

What I'm crying about was a young knight who was beaten in the third generation.

'Master Slay stormed the enemy... the difference in numbers is hopeless... sorry! I'm so, so sorry!

It was a woman in her thirties who kept her crying knight down.

She must be the third generation's wife.

'Give me a break. That guy is really... Marks, get ready. Depending on the circumstances of the war, there may also be enemies here'

"Or, Mother?

The fourth generation, who cannot understand the situation, speaks plainly.

'It's a lie, isn't it?' Cause my dad always came home. Complaining, after working for the rest of my life, you can work hard... always... '

Then the next decree arrives.

The knight was taking off his armor as he rushed into the mansion.

"The Bansaim army has won! Master Slay has stopped his enemies and while he is buying time, his allies are back on their feet!

A third generation wife.

What happened to him?

Then the knight...

"I'm back, but I'm badly injured... I just want you to go to the news"

Then there's your wife in the fourth generation.

"Marks, take your confession to that man immediately."

The fourth generation began to prepare themselves, as they were told, surrounded by those around them.

The scene changed and the fourth generation was on horseback and running with several knights.

Looking at the young fourth generation showing impatience.

'It was this time, wasn't it? My skills were expressed. I just wanted to get there fast. I missed my father. If you think so, your skills will be expressed.'

A fourth generation, arriving earlier than planned, was rushing towards the third generation.

When you're done watching that, the fourth generation changes the surrounding sight.

That was the road that lasted everywhere.

'Cause the battlefield was close. It's a really annoying story. It seems silly that he was grateful to the culprit.'

"Oh, um..."

The fourth generation uses his index finger to correct the position of the glasses. The glasses glow.

'Shall I teach you the following skills?' Cause I think I can use it on Lyell now. '

"Yes!

I was supposed to be taught skills in the fourth generation.

But it wasn't hard to talk about.

"Ma, I'm simply going to slow down my opponent next to the increase in travel speed."

When the fourth generation says so, they use their skills to show them.

Then, my legs suddenly felt heavy.

It's like in water - no, I feel more resistance than that.

"Skills [up-down]. The speed increases and decreases are as good as you think. Slow down your enemies and increase their speed. Because it's simple, but the difference opens up a lot '

It's not as flashy as the third generation, but this skill was still amazing.

If used simultaneously with a second generation of skills in a mass battle, it is a skill that gives you an advantage at once.

"That's amazing."

"... not even the third generation."

And I ask what I want to hear.

"You know, the third generation is talking about skills."

'Oh, I was asking what skills you have, because you died before the third generation told you... the application of the first, second, and third generation skills didn't pass on to the Walt family. But it's effective. I haven't had a hard time since.'

If you think so, you're lucky I'm being taught skills like this.

Skills that were supposed to be lost were revived and the memories of the time were known.

Everything, that's when.

It must have started when I heard your voice at Zell's house.

When the fourth generation finishes explaining how to use their skills, they tell me.

'Lyell, I want my territory back.' Cause I have an attachment. '

"... it"

The fourth generation goes on when I try to be hard to answer.

'That's fine now. Looks like the third generation is going to let Lyell go free. The fifth generation, I guess. I just want you to succeed me, the sixth generation, and the seventh generation. "

I was kicked out.

That's what the fourth generation says.

'It's just that there are some parts of me that think I'll see third generation memories, too. You can do whatever you want, but you'll be able to protect what's important.'

"... Yes"

Then, the fourth generation smiles.

'Right. It's going to be tough, because Nowem and the others are here.'

"That's not my will!... Ha, nothing"

That said, the fourth generation laughed when it rotted.

Me too, I go crazy and start laughing.

Morning.

I woke up feeling lightly tired.

If I recall the memory of the third or fourth generation I saw last night, it makes me think even if I don't like it.

It wasn't a battle like the hero Tan.

The third generation was protecting what they wanted to protect, and the fourth generation was expressing their skills in time for the end of such a father.

Wake up your torso and stretch your back, and you look out.

The morning sun is dazzling, and when I get out of bed, I open the window intact.

Central was noisy, hearing all sorts of voices and living sounds.

"Well, I wonder what we'll do today"

I'm working on getting ready to go to Baim, but I didn't have any particular problems.

We also collect information, but it is not particularly dangerous.

I am concerned about Central, the capital of the king.

Miranda and Shannon say it's uncomfortable, unlike before.

I don't know, but I guess the two people who lived there feel something.

(Aria didn't say anything in particular... with that said, it's like Aria said she was going to buy it out or something today)

I thought Aria was going to go buy it out, so I thought I'd go check on her.

Nowem's packing, and Clara's touring the bookstore today.

Monica is sleeping in a warehouse to remodel the porter and is working on it.

"We need to get to him, too."

Even as I was worried that I wasn't going wild, I smiled.

(I want to protect you...)

- Streets near Wang Du.

There, there was the figure of the Walt family soldiers cooking out to a run-down group.

We provide food for the group that has followed us.

The reason I wore it down was because I let out a lot of dead people in the wake of demonic raids.

Many have been injured and, above all, some have lost a large part of their luggage.

There were even people with blue faces, such as merchants.

Walking in such a group, Ceres wore a white, fuzzy coat.

He is waving around with the same grin as a warm looking fit.

"Thank you for your help"

"It's like a goddess."

"I really appreciate it"

The people around us say thank you for coming all the way under us.

Ceres was in a good mood.

Behind it, there are more upbeat knights walking than Ceres.

It was alflate.

On his waist was a dagger, a reward for Ceres.

Ceres thinks.

(Don't even know who made you attack, thank me... that's really funny. I feel good after everything I've done)

Appreciated and admired - Ceres was in a good mood.

I asked my parents to attack a group of demons who followed me.

And when the knights and soldiers of the Walt family crusaded the demons, they were thanked.

Ceres stroked the Rapier pattern she lowered to her hips as she put up with wanting to laugh.

No, it was the yellow balls part I was stroking.

That's how Alfreto speaks to Ceres, smiling in a good mood.

"Dear Serres, it's time"

"Already?"

When Ceres sprained his little neck, he heard the sound of spitting all around him.

Ceres laughs as Alfredo turns his murderous gaze around her.

"No, Alflate. For from now on the people of Bansaim are also my people."

Put your expression back into something serious, says Alfrate.

"The boulder is the merciful Master Ceres. Come on, you two are waiting."

Ceres is still a little frightened.

"Not at all. You and your mother are in trouble."

Alfrate says.

"Because it's an important time. Besides, we are looking forward to the sunshine of Serres in the King's capital…"

Ceres stroked the yellow balls, smiling...

"Right. Whatever... the day Bansaim becomes mine."