Sevens

- Lyell's army.

At that headquarters, a fence was built as soon as possible to magically prepare the moat.

General Blower, who is dealing with an army of dead people to keep them away from the inside of the fence, is not upset though Lyell is not in the returned army.

In the ruins of the Central Royal Palace, we still see something and there's fighting. Then the battle continues - with the possibility of Lyell's survival.

"But this number..."

The armored army of skeletons filling in front of them comes out of the Central Wall one after the other. Relatively understood, but not as strong. But in a combined attack, it plays.

If you blow it up with magic, it won't play, but there's no way you can keep shooting magic forever.

"Is it an overwhelming amount? Well, it's a must."

Baldoor rushed in under General Blower, who was sweating cold. Maxim and Alette are with us.

"General Blower, I need troops ready to rescue Master Lyell!

"Yes, no, but in this circumstance -"

Alette is trying to persuade Baldoo to do so, but Baldoo didn't have the ear to listen.

When Baldoor said so, Maxim shook his head sideways toward General Blower. I persuaded him, but I guess he couldn't.

General Blower puts on his hair.

"... the Valkyries are up and running, and the battle is still going on. And in this situation, can we storm and reach the royal palace? No, it's impossible to get there."

Having seen Baldor's face, General Blower understood that Baldor had not made the right decision. My feelings are ahead of me.

You're right to try to help your lord, but that won't win the war. Baldoor, who's going to regret it, grabs his fist.

"To kill, etc. -"

When you speak that far, a number of blue lights appear. There were two lights that suddenly appeared across the fence.

When the three of you and the soldiers around you turn their gaze to you.

"I don't know. The commander must always be calm. I get upset around you."

What emerged out of the light was Meisel with the sabel in one hand. With his left hand, he sees his beard, and waves a sabel in his right hand.

The soldiers of the skeletons that were around them blow up and fall apart. From another light, a woman came out.

"Women there be more dignified. It's not the same as being reluctant to take care of your husband. If you say what you have to say, the man doesn't understand."

The woman with the wand is Claire, Lyell's mother. I hoist my wand and blow the surrounding skeletons in a magical breeze.

Meisel thundered the blade of the sabel and swung it away.

"Hahaha, you can't say it back. But a lot. I guess I should call you after all."

Claire nodded at Meisel's opinion.

"Yeah, well, at least - we have to protect Lyell's place of return."

Then a large door appeared in front of the fence. From there, successive soldiers emerge.

Baldoor ran forward in surprise.

There was the look of Bail on the horse. Baldoor and Bail reunite over the fence.

"Oh, uncle..."

Baldoor did not understand the appearance of Meisel and Bayle, who were supposed to be dead, and many soldiers and knights, but he once looked at his admired uncle.

He looked fine as a knight, before he was driven mad by Ceres.

"Baldoor, how are you!

Coming out of the door were knights and soldiers who fought Lyell and lost their lives, and even those who had lost their lives before.

When the soldiers gather around Meisel, they defeat the nearby dead soldiers.

"Bail!"

"Ha!"

As Bail rode his horse and rushed under Meisel, Meisel stabbed Sabel to the ground.

"... I don't have a face to make me see you as a parent. But at least I want to help. I put a hard time on that kid."

"... so are we, Master Meisel. Guys, that doesn't change my mind."

Claire leaned down and grabbed the wand.

"... Lyell, you've been splendid. You don't deserve to tell me. But if it's only for a little bit, it's for you."

Continuously emerging armies defeat the soldiers of the skeleton. Seeing that figure, the living soldiers of the same Walt family rushed.

There were many who were weeping.

"Father, Father!!"

A middle-aged soldier yells at a young soldier.

"Who cries on the battlefield! If you lose here, what are you going to say to the young man!... If it bothered you, give it back with the spear you have in your hand! He's my son."

Also, the knight, reunited with his friend, was holding hands with each other.

And then Meisel sticks up her voice.

"The soldiers of the brave Walt family. And Lyell's soldiers, gentlemen. We haven't got a fight yet. I want to ask for shame. Just a little... could you help this Meisel Walt! To win!

Over the fence, one, one more, and the knights and soldiers pop up, lining up with the companions they once fought with. I was depressed. Morale was starting to rise.

While General Blower sees the sight.

"This is no longer a normal battlefield."

When he muttered so, General Blower saw the blue light appearing next to him -.

- Eastern armies dominated by Fanbailles.

In the line of the Reznor Borderline Uncle was the figure of Barfeld, his son. Baurice, who was sitting, rises up and approaches his son.

"Oh, you - live"

Then, Balfeld was laughing a little sadly.

"Bad, Dad. I'm dead. I just got a little time now. That's why I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry."

Baurice, weeping, wipes her tears.

"I regretted sending you to the dead. I always wanted to apologize. Send it under Ceres or something... sorry"

To the collapsing Baurice, Barfeld put his hand on his shoulder.

"Father... help me. I can't leave him alone. If you leave it alone, it's not just the continent. The world ends. My father's... I need your help."

Baurice rises. And I was looking at something that looked like someone floating in the sky that I could see at the end of Bulfeld's gaze.

"... ok. I'll take care of it. And both Parcelena and Braubay are fine."

When I heard that, Balfeld - once a trailer son sent by the Reznor Border Uncle to the Bansaim royal family as a hostage - laughed.

"Oh well. Then I can rest assured."

- In the formation of Fanbailles, the king and his proximity had lost their hips.

There was a ghost in front of us who once chased us around and cut off our territory.

Broad Walt his name. It is the seventh generation of the Walt family.

"Long time no see, kid. It's something that's become quite splendid. Sometimes I'd like to ask... how come your army is running away?

Around the seventh generation were soldiers of the Walt family, staring around them. I didn't need it in the seventh generation, but I brought it in because it makes me more intimidating.

"Oh, that's..."

The seventh generation laughed gently at the king of trembling Fanbailles. However, my eyes are not laughing.

"No way, I wouldn't say leave my grandson, the Alliance Lord, to flee, etc., but let me tell him for once.... Run and I'll follow you to the end of the earth. I hope the speed of your escape I showed you on the battlefield is still alive."

And the seventh generation that saith so, and leaveth out of the tent, behold their hosts gathered together.

"Uhm! Isn't it spectacular! The boulders are my army."

The seventh generation was satisfied before the army, which had trained and organized itself. And put the soldiers in front.

"- The elites of the Walt family. If we remain silent about this crisis, it concerns the lives of our grandchildren, and of our grandchildren. It's not good for the dead to come out, but I need your help for Lyell, the grandson who fights the goddess."

Everyone moved undisturbed and corrected their posture. The seventh generation nodded and saw the young man who had pulled the horse. That was Grandpa Zell when I was younger.

The seventh generation across the horse tells Zell.

"Zell, my grandson was taken care of. I want you to work another one. Make a statement."

"It's an important battle for young people. We are happy to serve you, Master Broad!

Seventh generation marching on horses through the center of an aligned army. Soldiers turn right and follow the seventh generation. On its front, an army of skeletons was imminent.

The seventh generation put up guns.

"Assault"

When the Walt army set in motion, the surrounding Fanbailles opened their mouths. Soldiers of kicked and blowing skeletons...

- The king of Fanbailles was weeping in the tent where the seventh generation was gone.

"Damn! Damn it! That's why I didn't want to get involved with the Walt family! Those guys, even if they die, torment Fanbaille! How far are you going to follow me!

The trauma that was chased around in the past came back to life, and now he's in person.

I could only fly such a king around. Because I felt the same way.

Then, a blue light appears in the strand.

The king of Fanbailles screams with butterflies and on the floor.

"Not again! Now who! Fines! That legendary demon!

Before the king of Fanbaille, who calls the sixth generation the devil, the king's father - the previous king - appeared young.

He is also a fierce fighter who fought Feynes.

"... what's that look like"

Then the surrounding heavy towns also opened their eyes this time to surprises different from the seventh generation. A man who lost to Fines, but still was fine as a king. Many admired the heavy towns when they were young.

"Chi, Father..."

Before the old son, the previous king arms up. In a royal manner.

"Keep your hips off me at this important time! At that age, some kids! What happened to my grandson! Why aren't you here!

While the king of Fanbailles strayed his gaze.

"Yes, no... I need each of my sons to run errands"

Then the previous generations dropped their fist bones on the king of Fambaille. The king of Fanbailles found out he was up to something.

"You used your little cunning hands again! What are you doing to this important thing, fool! Enough! Get the soldiers together now. Know that this battle will be a legend told to the last generation! Hey, there, kid!

An earlier generation who called for a knighthood leader in fine armor with gray hair. The Knights captain also corrected his posture.

"Ha!

"Some soldiers I brought. Incorporate it under my command immediately. Can I keep my mouth shut when the Fines come? Show me what Fanbaille means!

The tent rushes...

- Lyell HQ. Rear.

"Hop, step, straight right!

It was Ralph who was trying to get away with putting Central's court aristocracy together that was blown away by Mireia's rolled out right fist.

Miranda and Shannon watched such a mireia behind it.

We were both donning.

"Ki, you! Who is it?"

Ralph yelling at Mireia, but holding his cheek with his left hand, his legs trembled and he couldn't stand up. I'm hitting him with a lot of force.

Then, smiling, Mireia pulls out her gun and shoots near Ralph's right ear.

"Hih!"

"Oh? You're a terrible grandson to forget about Mireia, who scolded me when I did. Grandma, you're so sad, you might go crazy this time."

Mireia's gun and its tone reminded Ralph that the person in front of him was Mireia, his grandmother.

"Oh, my lady's dead, and she's so young - heh!

Even then, the bullet blurred near Ralph's body. Mireia, with a bullet in two guns.

"I'm going to use my daughter to get up, very well. I'm not angry there because I'm a court nobleman."

"Oh, um... ma'am?

Ralph, who was magnificent, was curious about his complexion. Both Miranda and Shannon tried to hold each other to see how it was going. I was scared.

"But, you know, we lost everything now, didn't we? That's a failure, isn't it?... I don't like the guts of trying to make that something I didn't want my daughter to do. Besides, I can't privately forgive you for being a lord nobleman. You know, kicking my daughter out... Grandma, sad wow."

Mireia pointing the gun at Ralph's temple. The perimeter tries to seize Mireia like that, but she can't get close by being restrained.

"Forgive me, ma'am!

"Fine."

But Mireia changes her face and smiles with Kellogg. But what's the next word that comes out?

"But if you're going to crawl up from here, show your readiness. Fight with your weapons in your hands on the front lines, not behind this. It's okay, because Grandma will help you. At least if you don't, these kids won't forgive you either. And... fulfill your noble duty, you shitheads!

It was Mireia, who fired over it and intimidated the court nobles who tried to escape.

"Don't do anything. You're not trying to be like a pest, are you? When putting your life at risk, hold on tight. I hate people who try to smoke sweet juice for free as much as I - want to kill them."

Mireia looked back at Miranda and Shannon as they all rushed to hold their weapons in their hands.

"You're both a little cheap in the future with this. All we have to do is get Lyell's love and we can fight something else. And... you guys, put your lives to work on these kids. If you betray me, I will kill you. Pull your legs, but kill them. Remember that. The women of the Walt family will chase you to the end of hell."

Miranda and Shannon have a smile on their faces, others stare sharply and threaten Mireia with a low voice.

"... Sister, I'm afraid of Grandma Zeng"

That's what Shannon said as he hugged Miranda. And Miranda.

"Right. I'm scared too."

Then Mireia looks a little sad.

"It's already terrible for both of us! Because of this, I even gave you more allies for the future!

Pump, and he was a cute, angry Mireia who felt like he was going to hear a phonetic...

- On the Carthafus side.

A man with one long, watery hair was sitting in front of a woman who also looked like a little girl.

"... sorry I'm late! There's a lot going on here."

Then the little woman sat in the prepared chair and rang her fingers with her left hand. I can tell from around that I'm frustrated.

When I rang my fingers, one magic after another was erupting from the ground and blowing up an army of skeletons. Flames, wind, water, soil, erupt from the ground like they caused an explosion.

"Huh, you take precedence over me."

Ludmila was watching that.

(You're a troublesome bitch)

I had thoughts, for example. The surrounding Carthaphs soldiers are trying to rebuild themselves in the meantime as a suddenly emerged little woman is magically blowing up an army of skeletons.

"No, look... we've all assembled"

"... hey, why isn't Fredrix coming this way? I think the Fines can show their faces too."

When I rang my fingers again, even greater magic erupted from the ground this time.

"Oh, those guys are busy with a lot of things too... look, look! Because there's something thin about it!

A small woman slowly rises up.

A man with long hair and glasses jumped up and backslipped.

"I'm sorry! I'll call you right back!

The little woman just exhales.

"Ha, that's enough. You lead your own ministers and men. I'll go to Fredrix and the Fines when I get rid of the clutterfish in front of me. And it was Lyell, wasn't it? We're not going to defeat Bansaim and build an empire. I can help you with a little bit of strength, too."

Male - the fourth generation lowered his chest. Ludmila thinks.

(trace force? now trace force!?)

An army of immortals, which is blown away by magic, has a significant number of them blown up and torn apart by even one shot of magic.

Ludmila fought over it to a little woman named Minor Force.

"Good. Worried I'd oppose defeating the kingdom."

"Why not? Well, I didn't because I didn't have the strength in my time, I told you. But... if you can reach the heavens, you can't take anything for granted! Fine, now's your chance to hit the seniority grudge. My blood can reach the heavens!... That's funny."

A small woman was residing a strong will in those eyes and showing her motivation. Now ring your right hand finger and magic will pour out of the sky.

"Ahahahaha, I'll give you a big boost! Look, Banseim - my blood will finish you guys off!

Ludmila's on her way to the fourth generation.

"That sounds tough. Well, a lot of things."

That being said, while the fourth generation pays their hair by hand.

"You're cute."

That's what I said and laughed. Ludmila thought.

(Well, I guess it suits you. I don't like the shape of a couple like this)

That's what I think, a little woman talks to Ludmila.

"And you there."

"Anything?"

"... you, if you're going to be the wife of the Walt family, be prepared. I had a hard time, too."

"... Huh?

It was incomprehensible to Ludmila that a small woman who used magic in front of her to blow a dead soldier would struggle.

Next door, the fourth generation is tilting its neck.

"Really? It feels like a 10% at-home thing, huh?

A small woman hid her face with her hands.

"At home? Is that it? Me, my mother-in-law made me struggle? Well, fine. I'll check to see if the Walt family daughter-in-law deserves it. Follow me."

"Ah!

Ludmila, who was drawn by his hand, was followed from behind by the orange Carthaphs soldiers -