――……
A painful thrust released with the momentum to pierce the nails.
A huge gap in the eye rune with one arm wide open, but no chase.
Once he put the sword in his sheath in front of his chest, the young man looked back.
I don't think you're safe.
"There is life. There's no warrant."
"You're lying...."
Glance at the knife stuck in your abdomen and lower your eyebrows.
"For now, call the healer.... to someone I can trust."
"I don't want to do that."
The mustache gently penetrates into your upper body, fluttering and shaking.
A man who can see even one cough is painful, but still doesn't move straight ahead of the enemy.
"Never. Reaching out to people is not weakness. You knew that a long time ago, without even telling me."
Talking tone.
Fouta narrowed her eyes slightly and glanced at the eye-rune as if she was upset.
That Iron B. Smiles is under pressure from his words.
Needless to say, the surprise.
"Still penetrating Shura?"
……
His tongue ejects through the eye rune.
"Is that really what she wants?
"- Shut up!!
The squeezed fist swings towards Richter, who can no longer react.
But I won't be swinging out.
A sword pulled out at a terrible speed runs through the sheath and plays his nails.
Eyroon shouted in response to the blade that was about to be cut off by one wrong step.
"Stay out of the way, champ!! --What do you know about Eina!!
Eina and Huta raise their eyebrows, and Richter tells them from behind.
The proud "noble" girl who supported her.
"... ahh"
The words of persuasion disappear, swallowed by the dull sound of the sword.
The swinging fist is heavy and sharp, but the scattered killing does not achieve the strength of the usual eye rune.
Above all, it tells us eloquently that his words are true.
"Shut up, shut up!! Eina... is he a" nobleman "or something!! He can't be like those bastards he hated so much!!
With her crying voice, Futa digs up her memory.
Martial arts finals.
Her trajectory followed by the force in her eyes.
Oh, I see.
The proud "aristocratic" girl who supported her.
That's all the reason why Iroon put down his sword, held his fist and swore an oath.
"--It can't be the same!!
* giggle *, the Richter yells, holding his chest in agony.
With that momentum and strength, Iroon raised his face unexpectedly with a face that was about to start crying.
Aiming at the moment when the power of the armor that plays with the sword is weakened, Huta shakes the blade in such a way as to distance it.
It was not a good thing to be hit by her who jumped slightly backwards, but a word to teach.
"It can't be the same... it can't be the same with the people you've been leading and the authority you've been named for. Don't make a mistake, Iroon." A nobleman is not about his position. "
I bet Eina was.
"I don't hesitate to reach out to save the people I have to save. It's called" nobility. "
There was always someone overlapping the Golden Girl in her gazing eyes.
Behind the scenes as a killer who conflicts with a beautiful lady. Richter drops his eyes on a fist that accidentally knocks on his desk when he learns who the distortion is.
"I don't know where she exhausted herself. So maybe... oh, I guess so."
He raised his face and looked again.
"It is the role of the aristocracy to guide the people. It's only natural for me to reach out to you. But it is also my role not to forgive the existence of being shaken off and harming people.... but why not cut you down with this Gladius?"
Yes, there's only one.
"The only one you care about. I want to inherit the legacy of a beautiful woman named Eina, who led a woman like you."
― ―
You can't hear the sound of a breath in this iron fire.
But somehow it resounded.
Her upset, shaking roots.
Behind a girl named Iroon.
After all, it's more than guidance as a "nobleman."
This man's selfishness just arrived painfully.
"Just like you - you know what his will is! You can carry on!!
"--You may not be able to. I've never been able to protect one person with my life."
"Then pull in that beloved word!! Richter L. Klimbroom!!
"Decline"
"Why!!!
"Don't you see? You've been through Shura so far."
A run-down body. Clothing, body, consciousness.
Still, she raised one eyebrow and smiled vigorously.
"Because the nobles want to."
"Lichtaaaaaaaaaaaa!!
The feet of Richter, who spits blood on his beard, shake.
At last, Huta stood in front of Iroon, who tried to kill him with complete hatred, apparently running out of blood.
"I'm in the way!!! Out of the way, champ!!
"I can't help it."
A hero's blade that holds down his fist.
Neither does it cut off the eye rune, nor does it shield the Richter.
Eilon's "promise" and Richter's "vow" are swords to protect both.
"... I'm sorry, Futa"
"You too, get some sleep. I wouldn't have died like this."
Raise the corner of your mouth and tell Futa.
Fu, another girl who is about to collapse now, staring at Richter with a smile.
"I honestly didn't listen to the conversation at all"
"Then - you have nothing to do with it!! Kill him and it's over!! Stay out of my way, outsider!!
"- Even so. I do not accept that you will end up beating and killing Mr. Richter. His sword tells me. Heroes are always outsiders, and what they do is just a mess."
His trajectory can be seen as if a hero were standing in front of him. Because that's the deal with him.
The truth is, I still don't know why I sent this power to myself.
But...
I want someone to wave this sword while I can't wave it.
I'm sure the root of that wish is that I won't ever feel itchy again.
The will of a man who plunged his sword into the plight of his friends twice, which was only allowed three more times in his life.
I'm sure it's not wrong, Futa thinks.
"--Even if you take extra care of me, I'm forcing you to take care of everything!!
Now it's time to twist your expression into a sword flash.
The sharpness of the blade is truly a substitute for recalling the once relative "hero".
Why is it that a man who yells with a borrowed sword is so frustrated now?
It's settled.
I don't understand Eina's mind.
That's why - this fist feels like a debt.
I succeeded to the will. I succeeded in my wish. I decided to live for her.
I swore that I would reach the top of heaven by myself.
--Was it your solitude?
"I don't know your past."
There is a heat in the shaking sword.
Lightly stroking her leg, preventing a series of interconnected shots with a single sword.
A boneless sword that is not as fluent as him still paints the same trajectory.
"If you can't say good things like Richter, I don't have words that resonate with you."
But Richter shouted that he wanted to inherit the will, just as Iroon once swore to him.
I have no intention of letting down Richter's thoughts just fallen.
I don't have a strong feeling for Eina like Richter.
I don't have love like an eye-rune.
Just to convince the bystanders.
Still, I thought, "I can't watch."
I told you to protect people.
Nothing, it's not about Richter alone.
I want to protect Richter and reach out if I can.
It's never just about "heroes."
Because there's an idiot in the world who throws his life for a pendant who said it was important.
"But if there's anything I can tell you, it's..."
I don't think I can convince you.
If what you know helps Richter's thoughts.
"That fist you hold. Now it's been a long time, either as a result of training or as a result of the battle."
--just as Lilac arranged court swordsmanship.
Fouta remembers the beginning of the eye rune.
The first time I put down my dagger and held my fist.
I don't know what I was thinking at the time - she was already practicing her finished martial arts, like a retrieval exercise.
The martial arts belong to a girl named Eina.
It was so straight and beautiful - it was like a force to protect someone.
"The first fist you learned is the same as mine."
"What the...!!
"Even if it was borrowed."
The flash of a sword that plays a fist.
It was to protect someone and fight.
"─ ─!!
His words lowered his eyebrows and told him.
Leap with a glance and turn backwards.
At the same time as landing, Iron's forehair looked at the ground, but his eyes were hidden and he couldn't move.
The martial arts of a girl named Eina.
That's all I can tell Futa.
But...
"... I know."
Murmured words. A fist gripped.
I know - the battle of a girl named Eina.
Eyroon.
If the sword represented a man, I knew it was Eina's.
Yes, I knew it.
I've always been protected by her.
I think I've been tamed by her many times until I was able to fight properly with a dagger. I don't realize why her fist, which led me to survive, is due to the will of her guardian.
You know, it's settled.
I know you better than anyone else.
"... then"
"But!!
He raised his face and shouted.
"There is no place in the world I want to protect anymore!!!
If so, at least.
Even if you twist everything else down, you can fulfill her grief.
"--Two dreams are bound to come true. That's all."
Lower your gripped fist and Eyroon turns his back.
"... it's my vow."
"Iroon....."
"It's not in a decent relative condition to the champion, so let me pull it. I'll see you in a place where we can fight to the death."
……
Good evening.
With such an elegant smile, she walks out.
I was able to chase him.
But there's a fallen Richter. If you notice, the mion stays still.
Whatever you think, give up the priority.
Fouta turned away from the eye rune that was leaving.
--I thought about it.
It was planted in consciousness just recently.
For example, Corona has left the world.
Then I wondered if I could behave kindly to the world as she wished.
"... it's heavy, this"
He put his sword in his sheath with a mockery smile as he spoke to someone who was not here.
--Inside the Imperial City. Futa's private room.
"Good evening."
The gentle smile drew the visitor's cheeks strongly.
In the bed where Corona was supposed to be sleeping, she sat down with a worried look on her face and leaned on her feet.
This room is supposed to be a tall young man if there was another.
If for some reason there was a princess who was running to calm down King's City, I would say one thing.
"This is, Your Highness. Are you busy?
"Yeah, well. A lot. I looked after my fallen maid... and ran around to calm down the troubled King's City."
"I'll see you later."
"Then..."
Her smile is as usual.
And for some reason, this cold spine is freezing.
Her "then" was covered with a momentum to be obstructed.
Lilac tells her face what she's talking about.
"I was waiting for the salmon I left behind to come back."
"Ha...?
"Look, salmon will go out to sea once. I thought it was going to taste good and come back."
"... I see."
"The eggs are said to be exquisite in East China. I definitely want to try it."
"... Your Highness, what are you doing?"
"Oh, so... I'm sure it's about time we stockpiled it up."
Gently stroking her lips, she tells.
"Let's scratch that belly and see what's in it."
"Hmm!?
Don't run away.
Concesh was pointing his back towards his throat.
"Me, rapist....!
"You got worn out quickly. I don't remember doing anything to you... but recently the aristocracy has been running a social movement. It's fashionable to blame me for anything."
I also knew about the lobbying that was getting worse.
I was able to swim with knowledge.
You're in trouble, and exhale a little.
I shook my head small to the corona with a vague smile on my face.
I'm sure she'll forgive herself for what she did.
I know a girl named Corona is more heartbroken than that by the appearance of a guest who is about to suffer now.
- But even if Corona forgave me.
Futa and Lilac can't forgive the woman in front of them.
"Whatever you do, I'm not going to disarm you. That's the shortest way out of this world!
The expression of death, however, makes Lilac whiter.
Do leisure people who are intoxicated with their own justice look ugly?
Just knowing the whole story of her, Lilac stunned herself.
"No, why do you think Fouta isn't here?
"... what?
"There is already a way to cure Corona. There's no value in you."
"Stupid!?"
Lilac is as boring as any woman with open eyes.
"Fake the fact that there are secret medicines, something quite powerful..."
"Unlocking is possible as long as it is magic. That's why I've already used it."
"Wait, wait!!
Konzesh slightly clasped his throat.
Only then did the woman realize that her scaffold would collapse, and she flipped her words.
No matter what you do, you're not willing to disarm it.
After all, he is just a free man who is drunk on the dress of the word.
Danced by someone's words and immersed in the feeling of doing the right thing.
Lilac has seen such an ugly man.
"Wait? You think I'm in a position to give orders?
"Please, stay... I..."
"I looked into it."
Again, Lilac continued to block words.
"Are you sure you have a sick daughter?"
"Yes, that's right! The cost of medical care and medicine will not come from the country...!
"This is my fault for being a rapist. How dare you get caught up in it."
"Eh...."
After all, the woman in front of me is just the side that was heard.
It is also true that there are people who are danced, so the activity becomes active.
"... by the way..."
A lilac that gently shows the wrap that was on the table at hand.
"There's five million gallons here."
"500!?
"... I'm not asking you to stop your current activities. Will you help me just once?
"Eh...."
"You don't have to betray your family, so listen to me. That's all I want."
I know it is suspicious in the open.
However, her gaze was nailed to the fact that she would be given the money in front of her.
When I visited this room before, she thought about stealing and selling secret medicines, and the words were sweet.
"... you don't have to betray me."
"I feel responsible for my profession."
……
Lilac lays her hand gently on her chest and murmurs with depression.
She knew very well.
Nothing. This woman, she doesn't have a daughter.
I just lost my neck with the money I reduced to a prank.
And above all, passing on responsibility with sweet words, deceiving justice and living.
If so, it is an easy opponent.
"... just once."
"Thank you."
She nods softly and mutters in her heart.
This is what happens when you keep your pride light.
About 5 million gallons.
Either way - just turn it off when you're done.
I'll be right back for the money.