Sevens

- On the wall surrounding Baym, there were soldiers and they were unleashing arrows.

However, even with bows and guns in front of the Bansaim forces positioned to surround the entire perimeter outside the harbour, they could not make a cohesive attack.

The magical attack felt like Baym was pushing. The brilliant wizards among the adventurers shoot their proud magic one after another. And Banseim was thorough in just enduring and occasionally fighting back when it comes to magic.

If we keep this up, won't we be able to magically blow up the bansaim sooner or later? Baim's morale was slight but he was holding it back.

The leader of the Adventurer Party in the Great Zone, who was in command on the scene, had fought resolutely in a place where the Bansaim offense was intense.

"Show them the Bansaim guys! The demons we usually deal with are scarier than they are!

I'm not wrong. However, it was a statement I forgot who I was most afraid of.

The Bansaim side endured as members of the party unleashed one magic or arrow after another. Expand the magic shield and just withstand the attack to the fullest - it looked that way -.

- Baym offensive army headquarters in Bansaim.

There, the generals were gathered for a meeting feeling the explosions and vibrations caused by magic.

No one is afraid of Baym's onslaught before. Instead, I even saw room.

The General opens his mouth.

"Well, the guys at Baim are motivated, but we'll be good as usual. This one's just waiting, and they're exhausted."

One of the generals will speak.

"We have a ship ready to attack from the sea. It's looted from a village on the coast, but it'll take time to get used to it."

The General nodded.

"Let me train you well. Better than failing in a hurry. Besides, this one just needs to put pressure on the opponent in the big army. Look at us not breaking forever. When will the people of Baim break their hearts..."

The Knights Commander has been reporting on the surrounding situation.

"Beim should also have a significant number of refugees from surrounding villages and cities. You'll be securing food, but do you have as much as you can feed that number... and you've never had this much experience in battle. It could be surprisingly brittle."

Beim has been using mercenaries to intervene and thrive in the war, but we were never in a position to go through it. There is no leader who has gone through all this war, and the Bansheim side knew that Baim could still not come up with an effective mechanism.

No, I was feeling it.

"All you had to do was ask the retired class of generals for money to teach you. I don't understand why Baym wouldn't use such means."

It was the young general who answered the general's words.

"Weren't you watching sweetly? Even though I said I intervened in wars around, most of them are small. As far as hearing about the response of the plundered villages, they are overconfident of the strength of the adventurers. You must think it's a thousand."

Adventurers fighting demons - the people of Baim were also greatly mistaken for their strength. It was the same for the merchants who partitioned the baim.

One of the generals was laughing.

"Is it a thousand? You admired it when you were a kid. But reality is something that isn't sweet. The incompetence to fight burdensome only to those who possess all that strength is not here, General."

The battle to rely on one strong man meant, to the contrary, that if we lost one of them, it would collapse easily.

If the adventurers are strong for Baym, you should have waited for the adventurers to break their hearts. The general laughed a little.

"Right. Well, let's see if Baym's heart breaks first, or if this prepared operation works or not, gentlemen."

The generals of Bansaim laughed -.

Late at night.

Back off a little, laying down I grabbed the treasure ball. Take a meal, wipe your body gently, and close your eyes as you enter the bunk. I'm also getting ready in advance. May should be ready. Realizing the feeling of consciousness shifting to the treasure ball, the next time I opened my eyes, I was between the round tables in the treasure ball.

Waiting was the fifth generation to sit back on the round table. He had a serious look on his face.

'You're here. Come right away. Tell me my skills and I'll give you the right weapon for this occasion you need. Take my snakebelly sword. Let this nasty battle be over soon.'

The fifth generation skills are maps - skills that capture the geography of the surrounding area. I've thought about how I got that skill before.

First generation of reinforced systems. Skills that use skills to the second generation of others. The third generation is the mental system. The fourth generation is the mobile system. - And the fifth generation got a grasp of the surrounding terrain.

The reason I needed that for the fifth generation was because I thought there was a situation at the time. Walt family territory at the time the thieves entered and stormed around. The fifth generation should have needed to anticipate defenses and enemy intrusion paths by grasping the terrain rather than the skills of the sixth generation to look for enemy reactions.

The third and seventh generation were sitting in a chair and dropping off the fifth generation trying to get off the round table and go to their room. When the fifth generation turned their gaze, they were both nodding.

However, Mr. Mireia, who sat in the fifth generation chair, had an unconvincing look. No, you understand. The fact that I can't see it off is that I don't seem to care about it in the current situation. And I got up.

While the fifth generation looked at Mr. Mireia.

"Mireia...... Don't Stop Anymore"

'I won't stop you. Aren't you just lonely by yourself?

Then, the fifth generation shrugs its shoulders.

I'm not alone. Some of you will be waiting in my room first. "

Mr. Mireia shook his head to the side and said, "You really can't help it," etc. When me and Mr. Mireia headed to the fifth generation room together, we heard the seventh generation.

"... Auntie"

To the worried seventh generation gaze, Mr. Mireia smiles and looks back.

'Don't worry, I won't bother you anymore. And Mr. Broad...... you don't change that. It reminds me of the old days.'

What did you think? That was only known to Mr. Mileia and the seventh generation. And then we walked into the room through the door of the fifth generation of memories.

The grey clouds covered the sky and the battlefield is still going to rain.

No, the fight was already over. Corpses fell around and bodies believed to be soldiers of the Walt family were treated carefully. Conversely, the well-equipped self-proclaimed thieves, believed to be enemies, are pounding their spears around because they could also be pretending to be dead.

However, there were many corpses around that became a bummer, and some wondered how they were killed. A fifth generation was watching Fredrix sitting in a chair on the battlefield looking at the thieves.

The living thieves had their gear ripped off and tied up with rope. They took him out before Fredricks, and he was leaning down.

"... Fifth generation, are these people thieves?

The fifth generation was laughing a little.

"Call yourself that. Actually, it's one of the Walt's stepchildren and the guys who broke in from the neighboring territory. Connected and vandalized my territory. We only call ourselves thieves when we vandalize them. This is no different from a thief than a lord. The Bansheim guys were looting on the battlefield, right? I do that everywhere. Not uncommon. '

The fifth generation and Mr. Mireia were laughing when I gave them a disgusting look. He didn't look like he was fooling around, he seemed happy. With the fifth generation nodding.

'That's fine. That feeling matters. I forgot. "

Father.

The surrounding footage began to move. One of the poked out thieves was a boy around the aristocracy who used to make fun of Fredrix. He had grown up to be a youth, but now as a thief he had been taken out in front of Fredrix and kicked in by soldiers around him.

"Ki, you guys! Don't think you can just do this to me. I lost this place, but if I go back to my parents' house... '

I tilted my neck.

"Home? Were you going back?

Mr. Mireia explained to me that he thought I was incredible.

"At the time, I was acquainted with the surrounding lords. By the time we grew up, that was gone, too. In some cases it will take you to Central and also be a witness when applying to the Royal Family for arbitration. No, evidence, right? '

"It's gone? The reason it didn't last..."

The fifth generation is in a voice with no emotions.

'Cause I broke those rules thoroughly. That's a region-specific rule. Something else, but we're finally getting along. Of nobles, I can tell you that. These guys were a kind of playful feeling.'

I'm in the memory of the fifth generation, and I was disgusted when I saw a tied young man. Mr. Mireia is snorting at me for reading my emotions.

'... the thieves are all executed under the Walt family rules. Slash your neck. I'll hang the body and show it off.'

Soldiers with big axes came out in front of the thieves. Then, the young man tells me something that doesn't make sense.

"No, stop it! I'm not gonna give in to that threat! If you do that, there will be a war with the Walt family!

The same was true of the nobility of the foster son who carried out the looting with the youth. The expression had changed from thick to rushed.

'Please don't! If you do that, there's something really irrevocable... and I swear I will never do this again!

What an ugly sight. It doesn't even make me laugh. But the fifth generation was laughing a little.

'It's awful, isn't it? This was the situation at the time. I assumed that the local rules were absolute, and I did this without taking any risks. There were various factors, but there were no external enemies at the time. It's about a skirmish even if you're there. It was a time when the third generation threatened too many war-loving fools to reorient in an extreme way. Finally, these guys were free. I wish I could shut up and develop my territory. "

Fredrix, who was sitting in the chair, stood up and pulled out a sword he had lowered to his hips. There was something like a trigger on the patterned area. The blade contains a line, and a unique sword - the snake-bellied sword - reveals itself.

'You can't hear me. It is the thieves who are here. I don't see anything else. I'll expose your necks here. And. Your home in Shimoko will be destroyed. If you complain, your son will cry to Central. My foster parents killed my father, who acted like a thief!

Fredrix used the Snake Belly Sword. Swinging sideways, the blade moves like a creature, and hunts the neck of the knight of the maiden and his soldiers. One blowing neck after another - the snake-bellied sword, which sucked blood and turned red, turned into a sword figure when it became like a whip and returned to the fifth generation.

The bodies of the tied thieves around them fall as they erupt their blood. The young man who saw the sight made a scene.

'Ya, stop! Oooh! You're not getting the ransom! I have at least a few hundred ransoms in gold.'

The young man was crying and desperately trying to escape even though he was tied up. I was seen by my own soldiers. Fredricks stepped on his opponent's back and held him to the ground while holding a snake-bellied sword reddened with blood. Place the serpentine belly sword on the neck of the youth.

'I don't need that. How much money do you think I need to get one village ready?

'Well, then rebuild this village! I'll make it work! A small village. It wasn't much, but because my parents would give money to rebuild it! Don't be mad at me in one of these little villages! Oh, or are you mad about the old days? Then apologize. Let's officially apologize too! So get that sword out of the way!

One small village - not even hundreds of gold coins or anything like that arrive with annual tax revenues. More people, even in silence, pioneer to become independent. For the youth, they say that's what the village was all about. I didn't think the Walt family the same way.

Fredricks says.

'Right. You're going to make this village work. "

"Wow, you understand me? Then... '

'Right. Get back to normal with the right dimensions. Bring the tools from the burned down building and all the villagers you killed back to life. That way, you don't need a ransom. I'm not even interested in the old days. I'll send you to your favorite home in no time. Come on, try it!

The young man was pounding his mouth.

"Huh, don't be ridiculous! I can't believe I did that."

The young man's neck danced through the universe. The face of Fredrix, young and vowed vengeance, was a terribly harsh one. Fredricks was wiping away the blood on his blade as he left the youth. And don't even seem interested.

"Kill them all. Show me the body. Make it a skewer so these parents can notice. So if we're gonna attack, we're gonna kill them all."

It was pale. I'm checking the condition of my weapon, probably because I'm more concerned with snake-bellied swords than with those who get killed. When the soldiers with axes turned to knights and soldiers called thieves, they heard screams.

Mr. Mireia was a little frightened.

"Your father was really ruthless at the time."

The fifth generation is small.

'... I couldn't think of any other way. No, maybe he didn't want to think about it.'

In the footage, there was a group approaching Fredricks. The villagers.

"... Dear Fredricks"

In its hands, everyone had the weapons that the thieves had. Old men, women, children - as I wish Fredrix with hateful eyes.

"Let us kill you."

Hearing the words, Fredricks spoke to a soldier who was chopping off his neck with an axe.

'It's fine around there. Leave the rest with these guys. And all the bodies hang up. Think later when you kill him. "

The villagers nodded and approached the soldiers with their weapons in their hands. The voices of the soldiers echo. That was enough to make me want to look at you.

I didn't know why the fifth generation showed such a sight. The fifth generation, too, with arms together.

'... if it's true, I shouldn't have let you do this. Reflecting. But, you know, when I vowed to avenge it, I thought it was absolutely right. "

I'm in the fifth generation.

"You think I was wrong?

'Come on? I don't know how to be sure. They also thanked me. I also saw villagers who regret it. You don't know which one was right. But that's all I can say. Lyell, don't be like me. You can have vengeance. But don't take revenge like me. I left regret stronger.' Cause it's only a little sunny. '

Then, the video switches. That was the Walt family mansion.

He was headed to the room where Fredricks was, as he was rushed around.

"Dear Fredricks, hurry up!

"He's a healthy boy!

"Come on, hurry up!

'Don't guzzle me anymore!

'Wow, okay.' Cause I understand. '

There was also a big woman with a stomach. The fifth generation concubines, surrounded by ministers who cared for large belly women.

'Don't run! Please, don't run! Tell everyone from Master Fredrix! I have trouble falling and even getting hurt! Your wife and young lady won't run away!

Trying to think that there was a minister as if he were Baldoor, Fredricks entered the room with his own concubine pushing his back.

There was a newborn baby. She was crying fine and a woman, her rightful wife, was smiling and hugging her.

"You're a healthy boy."

The woman was crying whether she was happy that the baby was born safely. Fredricks, too, looked at the baby and his face was down.

'Oh, well. Good luck with that. Good job!

It was when I reached out and tried to touch the baby. Fredricks was pulling his hand and watching his own flat. The fifth generation told me how it felt at this time.

'... with bloody dirty hands, I didn't want to touch this guy. I thought it would get dirty to Fines. I regretted it so much at this time. The person I killed had a family, naturally. Try to be the family of the people you killed, and I'll be the object of revenge. I don't know... I think so, I was about to break my feelings. It's obvious. I don't know why, even though there was just a reason to do so.'

Fredricks was in tears.

"You?"

'... well done. Now get some rest. I'll let your parents know. Let me also say thank you. I... go now'

Wiping his tears, Fredricks left the room.

In the treasure balls. The fifth generation memory room.

So what I saw was why the fifth generation couldn't be honest with their children. The memory room had a view of the fifth generation's strongest thoughts - showing the animals' huts as video.

The fifth generation looked back at me.

'Well, that's about all I can teach you. Now, I'm glad I didn't show it to you. You're gonna be okay.'

"Fifth Generation"

Then a large adult Kirin emerged from the Kirin room in the deepest part of the cabin. Approaching the fifth generation on early walks, he slips his face.

"Fredrics!"

"May. You annoyed me too."

"That's not true. I enjoyed it, too. We met Fredrix again."

Mr. Mireia looked at such a fifth generation with a slightly more complicated look. The fifth generation looks at me and smiles.

"That's my last skill [map model]. Simply put, this guy is a skill that allows you to change your point of view from your center to your favorite position. There are limitations on the scope, but it's pretty convenient. We can find the people who are hiding. And I can find a place where I can hide."

In the fight against thieves and mercenaries and being attacked from around them, the fifth generation probably sought this skill. However, the fifth generation exhaled a little.

'Well, this time it's this way. Here.'

That's what you gave me, a silver snake-bellied sword. Unlike the rest, however, the snake-bellied sword was as if it were alive... and I felt hungry.

"Is it my fault? This guy's pretty dangerous. You're not the same as the first great sword. Halvard at Fines is quite honest. The second generation bow also does the job perfectly. My father's dagger... well, you sound like my father. But this guy simply specializes in killing. It's not as strong as the first generation. It'll be effective in mass warfare. '

A little, the fifth generation had complicated eyes looking at snake-bellied swords. Silver snakebelly swords have no gimmicks. The blade contained a line, which glowed blue when I gripped it. A blue ray of light enters the snakebelly sword like a blood vessel, informing me of my hunger.

The snake-bellied sword, which looked disastrous, looked like the Devil's Sword, which somehow appeared in the story.

'... Lyell, you use this guy. It'll help a lot in the future. Just don't get attached to killing me. "

May says to the fifth generation:

"It's okay. Lyell has me and everyone else."

Mr. Mireia was smiling, too.

'Right. Lyell is not alone right now. Father didn't send anyone. "

With the fifth generation on its head, and leaning down.

'... even though I knew it was bad, I couldn't turn back. I was building a cabin like this before I knew what to do. I'm sure he was tired. One drink, you annoyed me. Mireia, you too.'

Mr. Mireia grabbed his skirt with his fingertips and bowed beautifully as he lifted it slightly.

"Even if I could just hear an apology from your father, it made sense to be a guide. And, Lyell. '

Mireia, who looked back at me, smiled and put her hands on me. When I reached out, too, Mr. Mireia had a blue treasure ball.

Mr. Septem.

I can take it.

And Mr. Mileia...

"This is the third..."

When I looked up, Mr. Mireia smiled and hugged me. Turn your hand around my back and whisper in my ear.

'A lot of things and plans have broken down. You scratched me too. [M] But maybe this was a good idea. As a guide to treasure balls, let me acknowledge Lyell. Receive your last skill'

When the treasure balls sucked into my body, words came to my head. I just don't understand it very well because it takes a lot of time. All I know is that my third skill is very unique. Once - if used, it was a skill that would pay the price for the treasure ball losing its power.

"Mireia, could it be"

Mireia kissed my forehead. Keep your face close and you're crying when you see it in the front.

"Lyell, Miranda and Shannon, please. Miranda is weaker than you think. Conversely, Shannon is also strong. Don't let the two of you get it wrong...... hold on tight to the reins so you won't be like me. Sometimes, let me sweeten you up. '

The fifth generation, too, with his cheeks fingered. I was watching May.

'I'm sorry. That's it for me, too. I have more to say... but I only need one favor'

May looks at the fifth generation.

"What?"

"Ask for Lyell. I don't have any children. I didn't rely on it at first, but now I'm stronger than I am. Because of my... our pride."

I grabbed the snakebelly sword pattern. Tears came out.

"Say it sooner. I say it at times like this, so I cry. At the end of the day, let's smile and drop him off..."

Mireia wiped my tears with her fingers.

'Cry once in a while. You can show your weakness. Not around, Miranda and Shannon - and to Nowem and the others, you know. I'll be glad to show you. And this is a gift from me.'

That being said, Mr. Mireia touched the silver snake belly sword. I felt something poured in, but I was watching Mr. Mireia smile. I thought it looked like Miranda, but there were still shadows of Shannon. No, I guess you two had a look at Mr. Mireia.

I laughed at Mr. Mireia's words and showed them.

"I'll remember that. It's a valuable woman's opinion."

'Fine. Sounds fine if you can be sarcastic. And the treasure balls are gaining strength. Lyell, use your treasure balls. I'm sure Lyell has all that power. "

Mr. Mireia's words also sounded as if to beware of the treasure balls. I nod and engrave Mr. Mireia's words in my heart.

May looks at the fifth generation.

"... Fredricks, I promise. Keep an eye on Lyell. Until Fredricks' minute. And I don't hate Lyell."

The fifth generation was smiling. And walked out towards the entrance, not behind the cabin. Mr. Mireia also walked out side by side.

'Father, I'll give it to you. So, this is my last daughter's favor. "

"Hey, what's up?

In the fifth generation, a little scared of Mr. Mireia, Mr. Mireia reached out.

"Can you hold my hand?

The fifth generation offered his hand with his neck tilted. I hold hands with Mr. Mireia, and the fifth generation walks out. Walking towards the entrance to the cabin, Mr. Mireia was a girl. And with a slightly younger voice...

"It was my dream to have it like this."

The fifth generation, at first sight. And happy.

'I wish I could have made it happen when I was alive. Sorry...... you guys too'

The fifth generation had shifted his gaze from the young Mr. Mireia to his sight. I'm worried and I want to look out, too, and I walk out.

Mae and I headed to the entrance, and there were five women ahead - and the children were waiting around us as young as they were. The animals were also waiting for the fifth generation. Everyone was smiling.

"Fifth generation!

"Fredrics!"

The fifth generation responded by waving only their hands without looking back.

"Idiot. I can't look back right now. It's boring to see someone like me crying. Come on... you guys'

Between round tables.

Reaching out, I saw the round table - the snake belly sword floating where the fifth generation once sat.

May's not here. I'm sure my consciousness has returned from the treasure balls to my own body. And the floating snake-bellied sword looked different from when it was given from the fifth generation only slightly. Only a little bit, and still a bit of a scourge, but it really looked a little different in shape.

Waiting for me back was the seventh generation.

Sitting in a chair looking up at the ceiling.

"It was a long time ago. The first woman I admired was my aunt, Mireia. I wonder why. Maybe he took the gun."

"Seventh generation, I..."

When the seventh generation stood up, he was about to go back to his room.

"Lyell, you were recognized from the fifth generation, and from your aunt. I... don't know if I was last recognized. '

When the seventh generation was gone, I was alone in the middle of the round table.

"... fifth generation, Mireia, thank you"

Whimpering, I wiped my tears with my sleeves. Whenever there are more weapons between the round tables in the treasure balls, the number of historical masters decreases. Every time I get stronger, I miss you.

The fifth generation also had a cold impression at first, but I could tell later who he was. It was clumsy. It was completely different from the image I was telling you about. And he was a hard worker.

And Mr. Mireia - there was a lot going on, but he was like my mother to me with little memory of my mother. Noisy, twisted with the seventh generation, and sometimes the historical masters are the ones who surprised them.

When I was gone, the loneliness crept up.

"Really... why not. I wonder why you couldn't stop crying when you thought it was so May..."

It was terrible in the beginning. I've been scolded. I've been ridiculed before. Yet when everyone is gone, I miss them. I glanced at the silver weapons floating in front of me and finally saw the snake belly sword. Reaching out, he reached out to me.

When I gripped it, I was less hungry than earlier. Perhaps thanks to Mr. Mireia.

"Help me. I need your help right now."

The snake-bellied sword felt like a heartbeat, and I regained consciousness from within the treasure ball to reality.