Sevens

Fambaille Kingdom.

In one of the castles in the capital, I gathered the other four for an anti-Liane meeting.

"- And it looks like he's pretty pushed for some reason. I just don't want Fanbaille to crumble like this. Is there any way?

Aria, with her expression on her face, looked around and then glanced back at me.

"What? Is the princess in such a terrible state?

I nodded. That the kingdom of Fambaille is being taken over by Liane, and that Liane is on fire for revenge against Rufus and Ceres. In addition, he explained that he was trying to carry out torture with pleasure.

Aria's reaction may be a natural category.

"I'm pretty pushed. I think it was a terrible situation when I got back."

A princess abandoned by her fiancée. Certainly pitiful from what I hear, but the world is colder than I thought. "Isn't there something wrong with Liane? Some of them said such things. It's not just the family. Heavy towns of the country, and other ends...

In that, Liane ruled the country with that ability. No, I mean the ability... maybe it's part of his or her qualities.

"I thought you were a real princess, but you're not what I imagined. It was pathetic to say things like that before..."

Clara tells me to lift the glasses up a little and get them in the right position.

"Wouldn't it be nice if you could cooperate? Or is Mr. Lyell going to add Mr. Liane to Harlem as well?

Sure, if you're just going to win over Ceres, it's fine as it is now.

However, there remains a bomb in a country called Fambaille. I fear that Liane will be apathetic and stay out of national politics if she triumphs.

Would Fanbaille, who has a grudge against the Walt family, honestly ask for this opinion? All of a sudden, I can't take control, and I have trouble being exploded.

"The problem is after the victory. You might laugh at thinking about the post-victory thing before you fight, but that's an important part of it. It's not the end of victory."

Clara nods as convinced. Just.

"When that happens, Fanbaille needs Mr. Liane. Or I need you to follow this one. He's pretty resentful about the Walt family, so it could be emotionally challenging."

Clara's remarks seem to illuminate the seventh generation in the treasure ball.

"Huff, a pretty big victory - no, because you could have said it was a complete victory. Below Prince Wang, the main aristocrats made a fortune as prisoners in exchange for ransom. The troublemakers died in battle, so how many decades did it take to get back on their feet... the captives must have had narrow shoulders too '

In other words, it is caused by the sixth and seventh generations.

No, I know. It's out of the question, such as losing, and I had to win. But the problem is that I've won so fully that I'm traumatized. Thanks to this, the impression that Fanbaille has been vulnerable to war for the last few decades had been retained.

If I were in the opposite position, I would certainly want to resent you.

Aria gave me a hard look.

"Is that it? Then Master Liane should be in Fanbaille, right? Doesn't that have anything to do with Harlem or anything, and wouldn't it be over if we had Fanbaille admit Lyell?

Monica, who was listening in silence, was checking the contents of the cup placed in front of us talking and preparing a replacement.

"It's hard to make them admit it, and the problem is that revenge is complete - the problem is that the female jewel who put Fanbaille together after the victory is unmotivated. Why don't you take it in the future?

I reject Monica's opinion.

"Bansaim alone is quite the national territory, though? It's hard to govern that, too. Hopefully, the extra problem will be solved in advance."

The fifth generation agreed with me in the treasure ball.

'You agree. It's flashy up to state theft, but I think it'll feel plain after that. I mean, don't bother if the whole continent doesn't get exhausted in a good way. In addition to the war, the territory returns...... don't feel like Fanbaille can't stop just that'

Just like the third generation.

'Cause the root is a deep problem. It's extra tricky because the Powers are just the trauma generation. Why don't you just... change your neck?

Scary. Third generation says scary things. But it might be the right idea to change generations.

Shannon was a little strange, sipping Monica's fried tea.

"Hey, I think that princess still has feelings for Prince Wang. Isn't that why you can't forgive me?

I look at Shannon, and I'm scared.

"I guess that's why I'm in trouble. I guess that's all I hated because of my deep love"

Shannon looked at me the other way and was frightened.

"Right, Ka Ra! All I'm saying is, that princess definitely hates the person she killed! If we keep this up, we'll have a fan bait with a princess, not a fan bait without a princess."

Aria, Clara, and I saw Shannon. On second thought, usually an unfortunate Shannon, he had eyes that could sense people's minds with magic streams and swings.

"... is that true?

Shannon nodded with an unconfidential chest.

"Heh, this Shannon guy's eyes are amazing. I hate you now, but I still love you deeply. That's why I can't forgive you."

Aria breathed.

"Wait. When you do, you'll fight the princess who took the country by herself this time? You know, I don't really understand that sort of thing, but I think Liane's in danger."

Clara grabbed my sleeve with her fingertips and looked up at my face.

"Mr. Lyell... this is the turn of the" needy sun ”. Let's treat the princess of Fanbaille. It's absolutely troublesome, that princess."

Monica puts her hand on her chin and expresses her own view.

"Hmm, you're not the type to fight but to move around in the back. If the story of the chicken bastard is true, he has troublesome skills due to his disgrace. Definitely a troublesome type. Besides, the quality is worse than that of a person with the skills to manipulate the spirit. In my face now...... it could be more troublesome than Ludmila. It's as troublesome as that eye fox Nowem. No, if you turn to a clear enemy, the trouble may be more than that. I don't know what kind of hand you're going to use."

Shannon looks at me and says:

"I'm that princess...... I'm scarier than your sister. No, if you fight, your sister will definitely win, but not that kind of scare... I'm really scared."

Once we defeated Ceres, the flow was that the worst Ceres monster would be born. No, it's a different threat than Ceres, so I can't compare it.

"... what am I supposed to do"

In the treasure ball.

I was offering you my right arm so that you could see me. He attached himself to my stupidity while repairing the flow of blue light flowing through my right arm.

"What? Now the scary princess? Why do you pull all those babies? Lyle really has a lot of babies in her hand. '

Room in memory. That was the room I was under house arrest in.

I sat in bed and lost my sight because I could.

"... because they're all nice to me"

'Right. You're "nice” to Lyell. If we get out of our minds, we're going to start crushing each other for real.... Whoa, this place is awful too. Why break it so carefully? Besides, it's too long to leave and it's harder to repair than I thought'

Made a mess by Ceres, the magic flow in me. I could fix that, I put my hands together on my back.

My little hand was rubbing my back.

Revenge. You don't understand real revenge. Besides, the way you blow yourself up is second-rate as revenge. The real revenge is - Wow, it's awful here too '

I laughed when I said, "I should have treated you sooner," etc.

And you tell me.

'... Lyell, I told you. He wants you to save his family. [M] Here's the question. What do you think salvation is to the “me and you” family?

I answered the question by leaning down.

"It's about killing. Killing them so they don't suffer."

I can't see the look on your face. But I'm sure it doesn't seem like fun.

'Correct. And that's the greatest salvation I can do for my manipulated parents. You have a choice to hide somewhere. But the parents I know won't admit it. Father I thought was more aristocratic than anyone else. A kind and proud mother. The two of them will surely choose death if they are freed from Ceres. People like that.'

It made me sad when I heard the words.

"I don't even remember that. Hey, give it back to me. I... only have vague memories. I want family memories. I want to remind you!

I didn't answer the question. And put your hands on my shoulders. I have a warmer feeling about my body, and I can say it if I keep my mouth shut, but I open it.

"... sorry"

"Huh?"

I'll raise my face. I try to look back, but I can't hold my shoulder and look back. I can only move my neck, but I can't see my face because I was bent over.

'I'm sure it's right to return my memory. I am the very memory that was freed from the seal of Ceres by the treasure balls. [M] Memory is important to people. As much as it shapes my life...... it matters'

"Then!

'That's why!'

I shouted out loud.

'That's why I can't give you my memory. I don't want to give it to you. What matters to Treasure Ball is not Lyell right now. It's Lyell who can beat Ceres. To that end, the treasure balls make Lyell strong. But I'm not. I 'm-'

I can take it, but I took my hands off my shoulders.

Looking back, the inside of the room stains gray and collapses like sand. When the grey sandstorm blew, all that remained was a room that reproduced the inside of the treasure ball.

In the recreated room, the first, second and fourth generations, the sixth generation, sat in their own chairs. In a grey-stained jewel.

Looking around, the four of them didn't respond to me.

The round table widened, and it could be said that it would be like an arena, holding the sabel in his right hand. It's the sabel I got for my birthday. It's the sabel I kept gripping.

Ten years old. I set up a sabel myself like that.

"... if you win, you'll give it back, won't you?

When I put my left hand forward, the katana that I had been using appeared. When you grip the sheath, grab the pattern with your right hand and pull out the blade.

I was laughing.

'Come on, the treatment is over. Four to five forces can be delivered even in the present state. Come for real. If you want your memories so bad, take me down and take them away!

More power entered my body than ever before. A force that I can't get into anywhere is now becoming familiar with my body. I felt blue lines of light rushing all over my body.

Same goes for you. When he approached me in an instant, he stabbed me in the sabel. But when I pinch the sabel blade aside, I release the kick.

If I let go of the sabel quickly, I could say, I flew to the side and landed on the floor.

"I can see!"

It hasn't been easy to chase before, and I could go about the speed of being able to get laid. And when I slapped him to get the sheath in his left hand, he crashed into the floor and smashed that part.

If you jump up, you can say that you're holding the servel and you're swinging it straight down at me.

When I took it with a katana in my right hand, the spark scattered.

'- Next stage. Lyell, you still don't understand. Historical masters' weapons can be used in this way!

It was the sixth generation of Harvard that appeared on the left hand side of Leica. They swing me out to the side, and I'll take it with my left hand sheath. I pressed in the patterned part and pulled Halvard to try to kick it straight in.

My left arm is slashed in the axe area and my blood erupts.

He threw down the sabel and swung a harvard that he could rake but held on both arms. Let go of the sheath, and when the sheath touches the floor, it crumbles like glass and disappears.

"Hey, why?"

'I told you. You're not the only one who can use it. I'm Lyell Walt, too. I can use Historical Master's weapon. "

Harvard, who I can see but have, looked strange. The shape of axes and spears, and the length of the pattern - they had changed.

A familiar form of Halvard emerged as he stabbed Katana to the floor and held Halvard in both hands.

I can, but as I approach, I wield Halvard cleverly. Conversely, I was too close to being handled late.

"The reach..."

'You're not. That's right. The sixth generation Halvard can change the shape of the blade from the length of the pattern. Why didn't you notice?

Trying to cope with it by being told to shorten the pattern, now the opposite can be done, stretch the pattern - ten meters stretched, and when I went to the ceiling of the room, I made him change shape from Halvard to a bow there.

Prepare a fourth-generation dagger to unfold in front of you. The dagger spins like a circle, but the arrow I let go is released in all directions, not towards me - and I changed direction with a ground sleigh.

"Come on!"

He plays two arrows of light with a dagger in both hands, but the arrows of light stabbed him in the right arm and left thigh as they were.

"You haven't been able to use the second generation bow. Depending on what you do, you can do things like this right now. And... '

It was the fourth generation of daggers that I could grasp. I felt my skills activated and I used them aggressively, too.

"- Slow."

If you noticed, a silver dagger was poking around your body. When I fall with my knees poked, my dagger disappears and my body wounds heal.

When I managed to wake up, I was standing on a dagger that was floating. Build a scaffold with a dagger, and when you jump up, now take out the great sword. The first great sword used was a weapon specializing in destruction.

I got a big sword for you, too. The Great Sword - it's a chunk of metal, and when we bumped into each other, I was more bounced off.

Me finally rolling down the ground and not letting go of the Great Sword.

He had a big sword on his shoulder. A kid's got a bigger sword on his shoulder than his own body, and look at me.

'Skills and weapons... you're really poorly handled. It's bad that I didn't think too much about how to handle it, even if it was too powerful on its own. So you were really gonna beat Ceres? I can't give you back your memory. "

Eat up your teeth and stand up. I stabbed my first great sword to the ground, and when I stood up, there was a first generation in my memory nearby. I felt my gaze pointed this way.

"I don't know what to say... you know what I mean. They take away memories, they don't even understand it, they don't know anything! annoying around and still not enough,... my memory, I guess! Give it back to me!

I could, but I didn't say anything. Just put the sword down from your shoulder. The fierce sword changed its appearance, sucking up the magic of the rake.

I don't understand. I know you should have a purpose to give me back my memory, but there's a reason I refuse to...

But if you can imagine one thing.

"I guess you just don't want to disappear. Give me back my memory and I'll never know what's gonna happen to you!

I can laugh sadly.

'Oh, yeah. That's right. Even I'm afraid to disappear! Look, if you want it back, kill me! Try turning it off!!'

imitate the rake and pour magic into the sword. With a blue light, the Great Sword changes its appearance. When they change to a different shape than they can be, they step in using all of each other's skills.

When the great swords hit each other, a severe impact struck the room.