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─ Let's make a contract.

"There must be no reason to live or to die."

─ Then shake that power for me.

― Firstly, one year. It's your freedom to renew. "

─ If you want to scatter your life here for no reason, help me.

If it helps, what will change?

"Come on? I don't think I can understand that."

"--I just came to pick up the fruit that will rot if I leave it alone."

─ If not, finish here. If you say yes, do you still have the possibility?

"Puh. Ahahah. Possibility, possibility! There hasn't been anything like that in the last 10 years or so, okay?

Do you feel like you're telling me to trust something like that?

─ What is the rationale for paving the way for those who do not explore themselves? It's ugly. You think you're just waiting for salvation, with all this cruelty?

It doesn't matter. You want to die?

"I want to live."

……

─ Your power is useful for me to live. This is my one-sided offer to use you. I don't think about your benefits. Because.

─ If what you're looking for is not true (...), then there's no point in proposing interest?

Ahahaha

That's fine.

I'll let you use it for a while.

Ruhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

It's even more fun when it's fun. If not, have a little fun.

That's how I tricked you.

But in the end, there is no "reason to live" or "reason to die" in particular.

What does it mean to be alive?

You don't even know that.

─ This witch!!

Why are monsters like you here...!!

What the hell are you doing!!

I don't know what it's like to sacrifice someone to live like that.

I don't know what you're going to do. --I won't let this guy touch a finger.

"I'm not a saint enough to forgive a man for trying to harm someone he loves."

"For me, you saved my heart."

I'm sure that was a pleasure.

Still, I knew it.

"... I'm in trouble."

I have no reason to want to live, to put a burden on you for me or anything.

The air in the venue changed to a large wooden object brought in.

The bluntly blinking blade was sharp and hung high by a tight rope.

If the rope were to relax once, the blade would soon fall.

The girl's nose was fixed underneath it for a moment.

The round, pierced wooden plank leaves its lovely face through.

The rough golden hair is disorganized, completely split left and right, exposing its neck.

A girl in a suspicious white cloth could be called clothing, but she glanced at the venue with a twinkle, whether she knew it was just before she was killed or not.

Wide fields and crowds of guest seats watched by the public.

The number of people watching their execution is considerably higher than at some point.

Such a strange emotional expression on her face, "Ooh."

The knights who carried the truncation looked at her with a strange smile.

You have to kill him as a creepy foreign object.

A ripple runs wildly through the audience.

What is that, what is that?

What is going on?

The pure question intersected with eyes that looked at the wound.

"... ah, I..."

In the air of the venue, which can be described as unusual. The most upset was the girl who had been given a seat next to the king.

"Well, what do you mean? That's my maid who's gone!

"Yes, I know."

Garland, nodding in haughtiness, slowly stood up and stepped forward before the king and princess.

Even the response to the current princess is more like a response to the public than to the princess.

The rhetoric that spins brightly is like a speech.

He took over the kingdom's aristocrats and kingdom councillors, and Garland spread out his hand.

"Her Royal Highness taught us the culture of the kingdom! It was a very pleasant event - I think you all know that whether it was fun or not is something in the relationship between the country and the country!

And the princess who stood up, and tried to eat, put her hand gently on her shoulder.

She and the princess of the kingdom. You cannot stand up for what the King and the top of the country have decided to form an alliance with.

As she bites her teeth, she looks towards the execution table, as she wonders.

The executioner's girl was laughing bitterly at the princess to see what was funny.

"If the game before you is the culture of the kingdom," witch hunting "is the culture of France! For those who are not familiar with it, it may feel like the execution of a girl, but according to the beliefs of the French nation, a" witch "who is said to bring disaster cannot be kept alive."

Richter floats on the surface of the traffic, and the beatrix is no good in the first place.

Wind closed his eyes quietly and Prim stared at the speech with his emotionless eyes.

"Originally, I didn't intend to perform a witch hunting ritual in this king's capital - but... The words of Her Royal Highness," I want you to know the culture ", stung my heart to think about the future of the kingdom and the French nation."

The audience was told as if it were a princess's proposal, but they couldn't move too badly.

In fact, the princess herself cannot say anything because it is true on the one hand.

"So, this time, as a great opportunity for the kingdom and France to join hands, we decided to have both the match and the witch hunting ceremony at the same time! This was an honourable ceremony that was also approved by His Majesty the King - above all, I was impressed by His Majesty's favour!

Garland here declares that in addition to Her Royal Highness, there is a note from Her Majesty the King.

The princess's upset is clear, but the masses are mere eyewitnesses, as long as the King doesn't feel like talking.

Only the War Affirmative factions are in a state of bliss.

At that moment, Garland felt a little uncomfortable.

There is no way that those who hold power in King's Landing will be as happy as the execution of a single girl.

Rather, it is important that alliances between the Kingdom and France become stronger.

And yet, this non-factional air is as if you don't really want it.

--Perhaps the match before you was too exciting.

Garland concluded so.

That's why they can't keep up with the sudden appearance of the execution bench and this development.

But it doesn't matter. All they have to do is watch.

Once the witch hunting ceremony had been completed, the kingdom and the French nation would have held hands.

Watch the surroundings as you talk.

I don't see anyone moving around like a princess.

Neither did the Knights report any particular anomalies.

Should we still see the princess's proposal as mere goodwill?

It would be a shock if her maid were executed - sooner or later, the "witch" would bring her misery if she lived.

Or perhaps the devil whispered to turn her into a real "rapist."

If you think so, it makes most sense to execute a witch here and now.

From now on, I will perform a witch hunting ritual! Get ready, Regiment!

The moment she commanded him to do so, the princess with her face completely bluished lowered her hips to her seat.

Everyone who has a "witch" is shocked this way, but Garland doesn't get along as a transitory one after all.

So...

Even when she took off the side table cup in a state of agitation, she was not alert.

Even if someone thought of a princess.

Senators can't be reckless.

A nobleman cannot defy a royal family of course.

Then no one can move.

--No.

The moment the princess dropped the cup, it was a sign.

The moment you crush your favorite pottery is your cue.

Shatter the blade according to the French tradition.

- Go, overthrow this country.

- Yes, sir.

Running was not too fast for common sense.

However, a lot of people were dazed by the drifting slide without any doubt.

A young man standing in the middle of the field goes straight to the execution table as if he knew everything was going to happen.

"Ha!?

Even Garland was slow to react to the no-mark gladiator's movements.

Why? Why does the Olba Chamber of Commerce, which sold us witches, work here?

Garland will not tolerate a long wait for that doubt to dissolve.

"- Stop it!!

The Knights reacted quickly to Garland's orders.

They are more accustomed to controlling the untouchables during these events and attempting to disrupt the ritual.

Skilled in battle and good at mob repression, they intercepted him with one hand holding his hand.

That's right.

The Knights of the Knights of the Dragon are the best.

Same thing he has now. In that case, the opponent of the match in front of me asked the girl.

Move! Move!

It's a flash to be shaken. The crucifix that will be cut off is the cross.

About three knights jumped together, sewing through the blown gap, and he ran.

"- What are you doing! Stop it! Get him! A heretic bewitched by a witch!

In response to Garland's voice, the knights came at him with their eyes so sharp that they could clearly see through the helmet.

Well, in France, the term "witch" is feared.

But it had nothing to do with this man.

1, 2, 3, 4.

Even the knights wearing heavy armor were knocked off with their crosses.

"....."

Looks like the boulder is breaking.

But that's why I look forward.

My eyes meet.

Surprise and rejection. Her unusual expression, which is likely to say "stop" if you open your mouth.

--He laughed.

Oh, I bet you always worried about your face like that. Now I feel like I understand somehow.

They put them on the shelves, thinking about each other, how dangerous they are.

It is also possible that the King and the French will look at him and hang him as an executor. This time, the Princess alone may not be able to help.

In the first place, I don't know if there's any advantage in covering for him and her. Perhaps he is being deceived this time, too.

But he's still good.

I'm glad I could save her.

So I laughed.

- So she is. It wasn't funny.

"Ahh, I'm not screwed anymore!!!! It's all up in that woman's palm!? That motherfucker!!!

The crying girl's voice was just above the execution table.

Beatrice M. Olba's spectator seat was just in the direction of Futa's travel.

Surrounded by the infinite number of knights that come from next to next, the figure of a young man who defeats and advances.

Beatrice screamed.

"- Wind!!

Use the man behind you to clean this up.

A soft gentleman's voice returns to his voice.

"Yes, sir."

But the continuation was a problem.

"Who will you cover?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Futa..."

I couldn't tell you to stop.

Can you stop it? The answer is no. The person is proving in an ongoing fashion how strong the man is.

The name of the Olba Chamber of Commerce has already been badly scratched.

What if the maid died?

― ― The relationship between France and the Olba Chamber of Commerce has already been promised the worst.

Then at least.

"Cover me... please...!!!

"Sincerely,"

Bite your lips and stare at the silver girl.

Whatever you think you are.

Then at least sell him a favor and get a little profit.

― ― Beatrice M. Olba is a woman who is happy to lick even her parents' revenge shoes if she needs them.

This degree of humiliation is no longer familiar.

Still, I didn't feel like eating a crushed cupcake at the earliest. The mouth was full of iron flavor.

Fouta was in a fierce fight.

No attack from any opponent can be made against their eyes.

It was just a simple quantity and their armor of heavy armor.

The large number of people is actually no disadvantage to Futa. If there was a samurai around him who could feel it, even if he was blindfolded, he would be the object of his "imitation."

His unknown strength was not that he never succeeded in a brawl.

I'm sure the Primes around here won't be able to beat us if they attack us with numbers, they'll fight us, and they'll fight us back.

The advent of such fun days makes no sense unless we get over today.

The opponent's heavy armor was troublesome.

I would like to refrain from killing if possible. It was told by the Princess and her people to mitigate any cracks that might arise between the French State and the Kingdom.

Her "priorities" aren't high, but until the situation got worse, it was Fouta's sincerity to want to be in line with the Princess's intentions.

In doing so, no matter how many enemies I flew, it was my biggest burden not to be incapacitated.

The damage mitigated by the armor is enormous, and the situation is not very good considering the gathering.

I'm sorry about the princess, but it's time to make up your mind.

Yes, when Fouta narrowed her eyes.

"I have a six-year-old daughter."

At the same time, the man who came down from the sky vigorously depressed the knight's armor with a thick iron clasp in both hands.

A powerful pair of knights that twist your body and knock down the knights around you.

After a moment of daze, Futa unexpectedly murmured.

"Oh, congratulations."

A while ago, you said you were going to be six years old. In response, he nodded with a pleasant face.

"Thank you. It's really cute. You can say the person you love the most. --I can't stand being exposed to the public and killed."

--I will say the same thing that day.

"--Go get your loved ones."

"Yes!!

The knight's helmet, trying to stop the rushing fouta, burst out of nowhere.

"--You say that swords represent people. And they call their friends."

Wind Earthnote says as he shakes an iron barrel, kicks his sinking abdomen, and looks at the knight's vomit.

"It's my hobby to bully people I think are right."

A man who displays a vicious smile of joy grabs the iron barrel and runs around.

The knights follow around Running Fouta.

Standing in a crossbow against heavy armor is compatible and bad.

There is no more reliable partner if we do not bring our enemies closer to our destination ourselves. That's why you control, play, and pave the way with a cross.

However, on the other hand, it was difficult to defend against being chased.

Still, Futa intercepts the attacking knights from the edge with his imitation power. Even though he was a knight, he had to pull his hips in his pocket and try to keep his distance.

But it took a lot of time for each of them.

"I see. That's how I use it in my defense. It's not taught by the Tsuneyama Cross."

A shadow splitting between the escaping Fouta and the pursuing knights.

"Prim!?

Ha lo. They're all irrelevant people employed by Sir Treasury. Thank you very much. "

Without bothering Richter, the girl - Prim - uses a mysterious excuse to face the knights with a cross.

"Out of my way, little girl!

"This has nothing to do with Richter! It has nothing to do with Richter! Tsuneyama Cross: It has nothing to do with Richter!

If Huta is a genius for imitation, she is a genius for imitation.

She immediately intercepts the knights by turning the technique that Huta stole from them.

"Come on, Futa! You've endured this, and you've got to make a cool decision!

--Nodded.

Nod and turn your back.

Only the execution bench and a few knights defend it as early as possible in the front.

And the person I've always wanted to see.

"--Corona!!!

Scream, run.

Whatever she was feeling right now, whatever she looked like.

Just, yeah.

I hate it!!!!

I like him as much as you do! I want you to stay with me!

So...

So I'll bring him back!

It's none of your business.

Someone who gave me a good time running from the front.

The sight.

――

From the top of the execution table, I could see better than anyone.