"Yikes... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
... My head is about to crack.
Neither of my roles will come true.
Neither of my purposes will arrive.
If Cedric won't kill me either, he says it's a complete blockage.
The moment I thought that, I couldn't help but scream because my head was boiling and I couldn't breathe. My lips dried up like they were dead and the back of my eyes bounced hot like a chicken spark. It hurts and hurts all over my body, and... I thought a little bit about how to die of indignation as well as the extremely evil queen deserves. []/(adj-na, n, adj-no) (1) (uk) (uk) (uk) though/(2) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) (uk) though/(P)/
"The Crown Prince..."
With that word, the light finally shoots.
Disappeared Adam, the reason is obvious. And an open hidden door. If his secret tools are back, there's still one way left.
I shot through the knights trying to stop Adam and the others. There is a winning chance if even the temperature-sensitive special abilities are stopped.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Put them in the tower. As long as we do that, there's still one means left. There's only one, there's only one happy ending to it.
As soon as they shut the door safely, the utmost fulfillment fills me. Yay, he said this time it would come true.
"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"
After all, this world is ready to go according to the game.
I can't help but be happy and entertained by that certainty. No Style, no Arthur, no Leon, not even Cedric, who was chosen by Tiara.
Instead of being able to kill me, you didn't even try to kill me. So the last hope I thought about for when I really couldn't. My destiny flowed properly as I tried to flow down that route.
Yeah, it doesn't matter who killed you!
Because if I (...) die (...) then (...) everyone will be happy.
The culprit of the noise disappears, so does Adam, and Tiara becomes the next queen. It's all over, my part in this game is all done... ♪ If I, I, die ♪
"Who's downstairs? Don't tell me you can't use everything, okay?
... Really, it's good to be properly prepared.
After the first evacuation to the tower, I recall what I said when I checked with the General.
If only no one could kill me.
If no one can move on to a happy ending and everyone will have a bad end.
"Good? If I'm about to get caught, do as you're told."
With my hand, let's finish this game.
Jill route of hidden characters.
The final showdown where all the characters he's ever attacked join forces to defeat Pride, not himself. So he forced all my scaffolding to destroy the castle tower to the attackers.
And on Arthur Route, I blew up the tower by sniping the bomb I was planting on the outside of the tower.... which means that this tower will collapse easily.
That's why I ordered Adam and the others.
I need you to blow up this tower when I'm about to get caught. For that reason, I also kept a proper check on the bomb and powder in the armory downstairs.
If Rove did, and Adam got inside the tower, I'm sure! They destroy us all. And...
"Now, something that finally ends.
Dokan, and. I don't have time to cover my ears with the sound I could play, and right after my feet ripple like an earthquake, I collapse.
The scaffolding also loses and floats in space as it is blown up by a blast from below.
I looked up at the moon just before it sucked into the big hole in the collapsing stone fold. I heard Tiara screaming and the knights screaming from across the stone bridge. Well, a knight with special abilities and his surroundings would help.
... Well, it would have helped me if I had jumped before the bombing.
At Jill Route's Bad End, Jill failed to get my attention and I jumped off the tower before the bombing.
After he killed Tiara, who was taken hostage in reverse as a result of an unintentional attempt to help Jill. "Also... I made a mistake..." I continued to laugh symmetrically with Jill moaning.
And this time I'm not jumping first. If the tower drinks every rubble, it won't help the boulders, and all you have to do is die. I somehow wondered if Val, who fell off a cliff three years ago, was like this as he glanced at the scattered explosion.
"Dear Mr. Pop Ride,"
... Oh, it's in the way.
A familiar voice is screamed along with the sound of debris and wind pressure, reaching from ear to brain. If I looked next to him, and looked at him face to face, he would have been there.
"... get your hands off me, Arthur.
There's no way you're letting go. Arthur barks at me like he yells.
Even if he was blown away by the impact of the blast, he wouldn't let go of my left hand with every gun he was grabbing. And he's falling. This is how he keeps holding my hand.
He's pulled by me falling out of his head, and he's on the ground, too. The whole body is diagonally pointed. Arthur could be as helpful as a game in this rubble. … alone, then.
The final showdown is over now. Tiara had no role to play when she chose Cedric Route. Yet he hands me desperately with one hand, even during the fall.
"Oh, my God."
At the next moment, Arthur protruded the sword he held on his left with all his might to the surface of the tower.
The sword scrapes the walls to tear the tower apart, slowing down the rate at which it falls.... even though I don't know if falling after this drop in altitude will definitely kill me. There's no way you can grab me for saying "grab me". Because my goal is to fall.
Arthur won't let go if he shakes his gripped arm off.
I have no choice but to re-grip my right hand sword. In the meantime, Arthur, who I noticed, peeled his eyes in a panic. I enjoyed his face losing more blood now and his chest rose only slightly.
"Oh, you're going to..."
"If you won't let me go, I'll have to disconnect you, okay?
Return the words and his eyes were opened even more.
Be... zero, but still don't let go of me. Though I knew I wasn't someone to be scared of to the point of threat anyway. Thought I'd shoot him through with a gripped left gun, but he still grabbed me so I couldn't pull the trigger. Then all we have left is a sword.
Arthur's sword remains protruded against the wall, even as he responds to me. He can't keep his hands off the wall to slow him down. "If you're doing something..." I compare the sword to me, which slows down the fall speed, over and over again.
If you let go of me, Arthur might be scratched with a sword on the wall of the tower at the weight of one. And the only way to stop me is to pull the sword out of the wall that slows me down and respond.... you don't have to choose.
I wonder if I can beat Arthur with both arms sealed in the air right now, and I don't even need to do that anymore. I do not hesitate to wave up my sword as I look up into his pale eyes, whose rush colour darkens.
"It's okay.
Yes, while telling him.
Arthur knots his mouth when he remembers blinking only once in my words. Laughing straight back at Arthur as he strained his nerves. I'm relieved to think this is over now, and when I realize it, the end of my mouth doesn't go up that much. But maybe I'll tell him the final words, thinking he'll smile.
"Arthur is a knight, and I won't take his arm away from him.... Hope it helps.
Just you.
If I went on like that, I would have a much softer voice than I thought I would.
Arthur's grasping hand trembles loudly in my words. Did you still think you'd be slashed in the arm, or did you just realize the possibility?
Well, I wave up my sword thinking either is good. It's not Arthur who's after me, it's my hand. I don't care about one or two of my arms now because I'm going to die anyway. I'd be faster if Arthur wasn't an expert now, even if he responded. And with that in mind, he pointed his gaze at Arthur's grabbed arm to set the target.
... Hands off, let go.
Pah, and pull the force out of your fingertips.
If the fact that he was let go before the slaughter unexpectedly raised his face, Arthur, who took his hand off me, further slowed down the descent thanks to the weight he had gained for one person and stopped snagging on the wall. Laugh as you look up at him hanging from the sword that stabbed him in the wall and tell him it's the right decision.
"... please don't hesitate..."
Pull out the sword and kick the wall.
Arthur falls as he builds momentum and jumps into me falling. It was a trembling voice that was stuffed with distance in an instant and thrown snugly.
Plew your ears to the sound of eating and tying your teeth. Looking up at him, I think the other knights won't fall when it comes to it.
"You're my" hero "... and all the things that made me want to be a knight and stand up from the worst are you, all of you."
Blue fever gushes from him screaming to get up fast.
I can't take my eyes off the pale eyes that were directed to stab me. The angry sharp glance was filled with more determination than that. If you forget to laugh and hold your breath, he will twitch in the air and change that posture.
"The reason why I (...) kept polishing my sword and the reason why I grew stronger..."
The free fall also twitches away from the walls of the tower. Even his sword won't catch on from here anymore.
Despite his falling, he set a goal for me under his nose. The moment I thought I had a blue-white glance, Arthur shook up his sword at me at a much faster rate than he had fallen.
It was a terrible resemblance to Arthur Route in the game. Besides, the moment I thought he was going to handle it here.
"To protect you."
Bachkin, and.
My sword was slashed from the ground up.
I suddenly look at it at a cut that is broken, or too beautiful. I see the world so slowly that I catch my own hair waving by the wind pressure until it ripples one at a time.
... After swinging it down, I saw Arthur's face glimmer.
It seems spicy and distorted. With a rugged look on his face, he peeks from the bottom into his overwhelming face eating and tying his teeth. I wonder why, if any doubt arose that he had beaten me, Arthur gave the sword he was holding to his waist unnecessarily. And Arthur's face toward me seemed to cry terribly.
The question arises as to why you look like that.
Unexpectedly, he stretches his free arms to me this time. Hands to hand from my grabbed fingertips, and I pulled my arms, and at the end of the day those arms held my body tight. Gashing momentum, I can only hold my breath for a moment.
Falling out of his head with me, he pressed me against his shoulder to hold my head in. Arthur, holding me tight to wrap me all over his body, is... much more silent.
It's just that only his arms that hold me tight are powerful enough to tremble. If I did this, he'd be dead, too, on my part. Arthur alone should be able to land safely in this fall.
Mob, on the contrary, I think it's a strange story that I'm being sheltered by Lasbos, and I don't even feel like grabbing his back back. The ground is very close if you turn your face toward the falling point as you look up. Death with the attacker on the road is also a Lasvos-like way of dying. I quietly meditate on my eyes, holding the sword and gun powerless, which became the only pattern. When it's finally over, the moment you think so.
"... deliveries... I'm sorry...
I can't even see his face. His crying voice is so, so strange.
Wind pressure and the sound of debris falling ahead only make it sound uninterrupted. For some reason, the spicy voice, the crying face earlier, is now completely unpleasant and uncomfortable.
The smell of Arthur holding my head in his arms blurred his nose even in the wind pressure. I heard Arthur's gentle heart sound from close range, and I wondered when I'd shake him to hold him like this.
A thin nostalgia, like silk thread, engulfed.