Sevens

- Memory room.

Between the gray round tables, it was like an arena.

The big silver swords that hit each other hard were shaped as if they reflected each other's minds.

The sword was in shape, although it could be regarded. But the sword that Lyell had was as prickly as the head of a dragon, and he seemed to be opening his mouth as if he were about to swallow something.

I can see, I wield the great sword and smash the great sword of silver against each other. The silver sword, the first weapon, was characterised - precisely by its destructive power until it was violent.

And it was a heavy burden for the user to try to inhale as much magic as possible. Lyell had not yet been able to handle such a weapon.

(Ask because there isn't one. So I want it wholeheartedly - an unfulfilled monster of hunger)

I felt that Ryer was in danger. I knew I was empty, and I was trying to get my memory back in front of me.

(Me and Lyell are different people already)

I just didn't want to give Lyell back his memory. That's because it was the same significance that Lyell regained his memory and would no longer be able to be himself until now.

If Lyell regains his memory, both disappear and a new [Lyell] is born. That's the complete Lyell who took over the memories of both of us.

(That's the answer the treasure ball asked for. But... I can't do that. If it's not Lyell now, it doesn't make sense to beat Ceres. continent will only be ruled by a monster named Lyell from a monster named Ceres)

Getting it all back was synonymous with releasing a new monster into the field.

So I gave a simple answer.

- Let's not give Lyell his memory, let's just disappear.

That was the result of what I asked for.

Seeing Lyell waving the great sword in his desperate shape, he set up the great sword and bounced back the attack. My mouth is delighted and distorted by the attack, which is heavier than the previous blow.

'Look, you can't get your memories back forever with something like that!

"That's how you look down from a high position!

For Lyell, who lost everything, it was inevitable that he wanted to regain his family's memory. But if you do that, Lyell remembers all the kindness of the family. When you do, when you kill your parents and Ceres - will Lyell stand for it?

The great swords of silver crashed into each other, scattering sparks and blue light to brighten between the gray round tables.

Various effects on physical strengthening with skills -.

Lyell was doing everything he could right now. No, they were letting me out. I was prepared to draw strength beyond the limits and get a place to use it.

(Yes, that's fine. That's all I can do... Lyell!

When we landed on the ground with each other, we had a great sword. The shock waves and their aftermath wore clothes apart from each other.

I can see that Lyell's magic flow is becoming familiar with his body, and he pours magic into the Great Sword.

Hatterly...

'Look, now I'm going to erase it and put it up. That will free me from the treasure ball. Finally, I can be on the table. Wow!!'

Laughed like madness and stirred up Lyell. Riding on the thought of the rake, Lyell behaves in the same way.

I think it's a little too honest.

'Imitate again. You have no uniqueness. "

"May!"

Each of the two swords had been transformed into a silhouette razor-sharp sword with many neat straight lines and a disastrous sword like the head of a demon. As we stepped in, we stormed each other to pierce the Great Sword against their opponents.

Kicking the ground makes a decision, and soil smoke goes up.

"That's all right."

Saying so, I slammed the sword tip of the great sword to the right just a little bit...

We bumped into each other, each with a great sword piercing deep into it.

My left arm was blown up, and the big sword pierced that little body deeply, spitting blood. The great sword disappears, and the body breaks down and does not regenerate.

"You, why the last time..."

I tried to erase the Great Sword, but I couldn't let go of it by grasping the Great Sword's blade with both hands.

'... if it goes away, it's me, isn't it? I couldn't stop Ceres. [M] My parents couldn't save me either. What am I supposed to do now that I'm back? It was Lyell who endured the hard times. You put up well. And good luck with that. Lyell is... much stronger than me'

If you let go of the Great Sword, you will fall to the front. When I took it, it looked like the silver sword was destroying my body, which I could not wait to pierce without disappearing.

"Hey, I still have something to ask you! What do I do with my memories?

I was laughing.

"Do you need something like that? Well, you can say goodbye to me for disappearing. Disappear like this, and then the existence of me really disappears. You can stay you. '

I didn't know what you were talking about. I manage to erase the silver sword, but I don't listen. I could grasp it, but I looked like I was letting myself be destroyed.

"What did you want! All that stirring up about me!

'... I told you. I want you to save me. Lyell said he would save his family and he also understood what that meant. That's why I'm happy with that already. I wasn't convinced by the idea of treasure balls. That's why I chose this method. Mostly, if you get your memories back...... ghhh!

I can barf blood. I tell him not to talk, but when he controlled it with his right hand, he made a blue ball appear from his right hand as it was.

"Look, this is the second one."

Mr. Septem gave it to me last time. And now I was trying to get it because I can get a second one.

When I receive it, once again, it sucks into my body and disappears.

"What's this?

"Three. All three. That way, Lyell's skills wake up in the third. Because it's very special, unruly, but you're bound to need it...... aha, no more '

Then he waved at me when he was forced to stand up and stand on both feet. He smiled even though there was blood coming from his mouth.

"Why are you remembering..."

"Bye, brother. It was fun. I'm sure if I had a brother like this...... yeah, Ceres was cute too, but my brother would be nice too. And the answer is simple. '

I almost got kicked out of my memory room and my body was about to be forced out of my room.

'I'm your brother. You don't have to think so, but I want to make things look good for my hard-working brother. And Lyell has a family...'

I did say the moment I disappeared.

- Lyle has a family, too.

- and.

- Between the gray round tables.

It was Mireia who held the gun in her hand that showed up there.

Before he could disappear, he pointed the gun at me.

'... the will of the treasure ball was to ask Lyell to restore his memory. Until you go against it, are you...'

He laughed as he watched his collapsing body.

'You just have to win eventually. That's the idea, so it fails. Goddess should learn to be good too. There's nothing perfect about it. Lyell certainly can't do it alone. I'm sure I can't beat Ceres on my own. But what's that? That's why Lyell can beat Ceres.' Cause you can't do it alone. '

Mireia, stay pointed at the muzzle.

"Grab victory with the help of others. Sure, it could be difficult in Lyell, who got the power to catch up with Ceres. But now Lyell is expected to beat Ceres - '

I pushed my forehead against the muzzle. It was like, stick to this place.

'Isn't that why it's good? You can win as a person. A goddess, a monster. Unless you win as a man, it won't be over forever.'

My legs broke like glass and I could almost collapse, but I fell straight to the front and both arms were destroyed and only my torso and head remained.

The great silver sword disappears and Mireia puts a gun on it.

And I gently held him up. I laughed till the end.

'Is there something you want to tell me? Anyone can do it.'

To Mireia's words, he opened his mouth and then shook his head to the side.

'It's too late for my family. I hope you'll tell Lyell that you're going to bother me, and I'll ask the Historical Lord, okay?

Mireia nodded. And the last thing I can do is laugh funny.

'And the princess Lyell was in trouble with, but I have a suggestion for you. Would you like to ride, Mr. Mireia? It's funny.'

Mireia listened to the last suggestion, even though she was a little frightened.

"What is it? What solution?

'It's easy. I would...'

After hearing the suggestion that Mireia could laugh, she collapsed and disappeared...

The next day.

I offered to use it again while I was watching.

Your Majesty or Queen that seems annoying. And the heavy towns were looking at my face early in the morning and complaining about bumps.

He seems to hate me terribly.

His Majesty opened his mouth reluctantly.

"Is it annoying that the second day is still to be hoped for? Today's schedule has changed dramatically, and we're in a hurry to make adjustments inside the castle. Damn, the Walt people..."

Then the third generation said in a lower voice than usual.

'Come on, Lyell... shall I use my skills? It's okay, one stage is enough. Shall I choose the ancient wound of my heart and refine it with salt? "

The fifth generation was also willing to ride.

"It would be tough if this guy could contain his feelings a little more, even though this wouldn't have happened"

The seventh generation was quieter than yesterday.

"... Come on, remember the Walt family fears"

Heavy towns once imprisoned as prisoners in the seventh generation. And it's easy to make it into the once king princes who exposed themselves to ugliness. It's easy.

"Thank you so much for responding to my request today."

He smiled and thanked me, and his surroundings turned to unfavourable gaze. But my skills - the third generation of [minds] were showing the sights around them.

Behind my diagonal - the sight of a seventh generation there. They should see Ten Himself, who once chased His Majesty and the heavy towns around and carved the trauma. The trauma engraved in the seventh generation had created a gap in my heart in good health.

And the seventh generation, which is just an illusion, opens its mouth.

"I thought you were going to swoop back on the throne with my grandson in front of you, that little crybaby got great. Looks like he wants to be chased around again."

And when the heavy towns with trauma, starting with His Majesty, opened their eyes and suddenly moved their bodies with a victory, their breathing began to disturb.

"What is it, Your Majesty? Oh, I was. I thought I'd tell you what I couldn't tell you yesterday."

In the seventh generation behind the diagonal, let the seventh generation in the treasure ball say the thought dialogue.

'Well... I made it cheaper. But let me say thank you. Was it still a trick to cry and be happy, but okay'

Seventh generation tells me, I'll do it. The seventh generation illusion behind the diagonal says.

'I was glad to cry when I did it for a cheaper ransom, but apparently I won't forget this grace I said then, the dialogue was a lie. It's Fanbaille territory that my father and I cut off... Hmm, now I want my grandson to cut everything off. And your necks, of course. "

His Majesty, with his hips floating, was sweating out. He was rattling and trembling, looking at my oblique back.

Around, I saw the trembling heavy towns, and there was noise around them. Somehow, my gaze is looking at my diagonal back.

"Your Majesty, what is it? Are you sick? Somebody stop looking..."

When the queen tries to put an end to her sight worrying about Her Majesty, Her Majesty herself.

"Ma, wait! Keep going. Keep going!"

Obviously he looked at my oblique back and was frightened. I smile.

"Really? That's good. I wanted you to hear it because it's important."

The seventh generation behind the diagonal glances around.

"At my grandson's request. You'll listen to me, won't you? If you don't want to be chased around like you used to, it's what you listen to. '

There were some old men around who shook their necks up and down many times. Heavy towns without trauma can only watch the scene without understanding why.

I turn to Your Majesty.

"It's an important day for the Walt family and Fanbailles to join hands and let the past flow into the water. How about a princess for me?

Then the trauma-free queens and the heavy towns.

"Rude! Plus, who flushes it into the water! Fanbaille royal blood is not cheap. To a Walt family person like you!

"Your Majesty, I need your permission to kill this man on this occasion!

"Who said I'd forget my grudge against the Walt family!

Between exciting glances. But half of them kept quiet. That's right. Either way, the seventh generation, which they see, says:

"Well, are we going to fight? Looking forward to it. Let's see how strong you get. Rest assured, my grandson is stronger than I am. Want a one-on-one? Or would you rather have a war? Come on, you should choose. Let's chase him around till he cries again."

In the seventh generation turning a belligerent grin, His Majesty and the heavily traumatized towns were about to cry.

And when His Majesty proclaimed aloud, the heavy towns with trauma also took a ride.

"Shh, wonderful! The day the end was struck by years of contested history! Wow, I think I'm good. Mm, my daughter, as soon as, as soon as... is discussed!

"That's a great idea!

"Really eye-catching! It will be a great day for Fanbaille!

My eyes were swimming. Sweaty, obviously werewolf. I'm sure you're remembering trauma. My body was shaking.

When the queen turns her gaze to such majesty and heavy towns.

"Hey, what did you say... you forgot! How much spicy acid we have been given to the Walt family! You guys are still fanbaille nobles! It's the Walt family in front of you!

But such a queen will shut up with my next words.

"Your Majesty, and the Queen"

"Hey, what the heck!

His Majesty bit, but no one paid attention. I guess I couldn't afford that.

"Thank you for asking me what I want. Now I want Princess Liane."

And then, during the sight, he calmed down.

Everyone seemed to find someone to push Liane against and think about things.

... Yes, this is the last solution I thought of. I just... I didn't know if the Liane measures were okay.

It's a good idea, but I'm getting anxious if it's really okay.