The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

Zuuuuuuuuuuuu...

Sand strikes the universe by the wind, and its pair of white robes shake by the wind in a rust.

I don't know who that is because I wear a big hood deep in my eyes, but I could still easily guess from the big luggage I carry that the two are travellers.

"If you're a traveler. Why don't you buy me something to help?

An old woman dressed in worn clothes tells both of them so.

One crack in those two pairs to the word - the shorter one stopped his leg and turned his gaze to that open air.

There was a simple necklace for sale just through a hole in worn yarn, and that was the same price as a gemstoned ring at a place called the Big City.

"- Dear, it's a boulder..."

That one crack - taller is so embarrassing.

Is it a woman from her voice? The voice also seemed to have sad emotions.

In contrast, he is silent, as he thought a little, but soon sums up his thoughts and opens his mouth.

"I'm not very smart. I bought this necklace and I don't know what the consequences will be...... But I'm not going to be dirty enough to leave someone dying alone."

When he shrugged so and put the emergency food from his nostrils on that table instead of money, he opened his mouth sorry.

"I'm sorry, I don't actually have much of a hand right now... Would you trade me for this emergency food, if I may?

That said. When he crouched, he took one necklace from the top of that table.

At that time, the old woman opened her eyes unexpectedly, sounding like 'Jalali' and tons of gold coins had moved from under his robe.

"You... think maybe you won't get a lot of food here..."

"No, no, it's true. That's... right. Think of it as a shell I picked up in my hometown."

That being said, when he stands up, at the same time his deeply worn hood rises by the wind and his face becomes evident.

Beautiful man of the world.

That blonde boy who looks good with words like that.

It also made me feel such an atmosphere, like a brave man who didn't know the dirt, but also such a single-minded strength, as if he had been beaten down repeatedly by a despicable demon.

The place is a country situated between the former Holy Nation and the undeveloped - the Sand Nation Rodolm.

Rumors are also circulating that the people of the Holy Nation, who have become 'rebuilders' and 'extremists' flowing from the Holy Nation, have had various repercussions on this country and that some high priest is now cowering this country.

The name of its high priest - Rodom Pendragon.

When he glanced at the royal palace, he spoke of the purpose for which he had come here.

"Father......, I'm sorry, but I'll let you take him down"

His name is Armour Pendragon.

He is, in a way, the person who knows his prowess best, crushed many times by vampires who are more demonic than the Great Devil once was.

"Dear Armor, I've been searching for information."

That said, the door to the room opens, and a woman enters the room from the outside.

That made-up garment looks good with the word clarity. However, if you look closely at it, it is a "combat" made-up garment designed not to block the movement of the body to the extreme, with several dark vessels planted under its skirt and under its sleeve.

Her name is Malta.

He was once a combat maid entrusted to Armor's father - Rodom Pendragon - as Armor's escort.

Why is she attached to Armour, not to her employer Rodom, like that?... you won't have to think about the answer to that.

- Except for Armor himself, I'm talking about.

"Thank you, Marta, that's really helpful."

"I guess. Because Master Armor wants to cool it right away, or if he tries to find information, he'll be looking the other way around."

"Ugh..."

In those harrowing words, Armor accidentally suppressed his chest.

Malta, watching how it was, sighed and remembered one person.

(Ha... I guess the only thing that makes me want to wear it is definitely influenced by him. I have no brains, no judgment, like that one. Where Master Armour imitated him, it is visible that he fails...)

I had already told him the same thing more than once. But he doesn't try to admit it, and in the end, he rarely goes back to Malta.

For this reason, after being reversed guilletted, Marta stopped saying to Armor, "Master Armor is an array, you're filling the atmosphere with the way Mr. Ginn talks, when you smash it". Well, there's a problem with the way I say it.

gossip.

Marta had a few deliberate coughs with Cohon Cohon to get to the point, and Armor also got a serious look at it.

"So, what was it like?

"... yes, I've looked into the cause of the rumors, do you still say that there is no smoke where there is no fire, I'm pretty sure the status quo is in a pretty bad state, even if it's not as rumoured."

To the words he exhaled, falling on his back to his bets as he did and murmuring, "Oh my..."

The most effective thing at this stage is to be the king of this country, or someone in the royal family, but that's the former high priest. All the royalties who once ruled this country have disappeared in time, and since then the former Holy Nation of the Reconstructionists have ruled the country as a surrogate.

It would be difficult to see them if they were. Because not showing up would mean being obliterated, or locked away.

But...

"But if you don't, you won't move on..."

He got his upper body up when he snapped like that.

It is difficult to meet royalty, as I mentioned earlier. It is impossible to rush in with his strength now, look for their place, and get that far.

That's why.

"Let's put on a hit and sneak in"

He grinned and squeaked so.

Almost the same time period as that.

In the royal palace, a man was sitting on his back to the throne.

The man's name is Rodom Pendragon.

Make him the father of Armour Pendragon. The right arm of the Virgin Milianne. And more importantly, he is ambitious enough to be big.

As he turned his gaze around, there was a figure of the people of the former Holy Nation who bowed their heads and fu, and when he saw them, he smiled.

"The Virgin is disturbed and has followed his evil executor! Once the filthy Virgin is her, she can't be her! Then let us create a new holy kingdom, and the faithful - the new saints - will create a new holy kingdom from this kingdom!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

The neo-saints cry out instantly to the word, as if they were possessed by something.

Its eyes were lit with a vain light, and it was still like a madman possessed by the delusion that he was superior.

From the side, that status quo can only be taken as an anomaly.

But the "anomaly" was still "normal" from them.

"Celebrating the birth of our new saints, we now intend to summon real brave men! Therefore, a saint who is to summon himself a brave man and who will forever be named a hero in our history! Raise your name!

At the moment, everyone but Rodom, who was on the spot, raised their hands and each had a crazy grin.

Rodom looked at it satisfactorily.

(Hmm, you idiots. What's a hero. What's a saint. I'd give it to you if you wanted a title like that...... As a price for your lives!)

And so he murmured in his heart, and with his magic, he lifted his magic formation to the floor.

And all who saw it rode before us, and upon his magic formation, and offered both vessels and souls unto his magic formation.

As if the demons were dying, their bodies became light and disappeared, and the only thing left was Rodom standing with a nitanita and a grin a few steps before the throne.

"Kuhhhhh... Kuhhhhhhh! Fool! Fool or those fools! I didn't think it would be easy to get here, you lunatics!

That's what he said, and when he smiled...

"You're a rare person. I agree with you."

Don't.

Moments later, as he was kicked in the back, he rolls into the magic formation, sucking his life into that magic formation.

However, the magic formations created this time are quite powerful. He would not even have noticed that he was dead, and in an instant he became a light and disappeared, and the 'woman in the mask' behind it shook Cook's shoulder.

"Cook......, isn't there something interesting about a brave summons? You look just fine in your spare time, thank you Mephisto."

"No, because this one was just better off on vacation."

Behind that throne in that word. The man from the shadow on his back - Mephisto shows up.

But she would not reply to the words of Mephisto, and when she punched her hands together, she cast the magic.

"'Summoning the Brave'"

Moments, the light begins, massive magic flows from the magic formation.

That said, the magic was only marginal from her or Mephisto, though she exhaled boringly.

"............... that? This place...?

Under the mask on the words, I smiled like I had found a new toy.

At the end of that gaze was a brunette dark-eyed man sitting on his ass cake, and, having seen him, she told him that she would gracefully give him a bowl of grace.

"Nice to meet you, my brave man. We are a new saint, a force looking to rebuild the 'Holy Land of Mirage' that once flourished on this continent from this country. And my name..."

- High Priest of the New Saints. Chaos, my name is.

That was how the new saints instantly perished, and Las Bos, who visited them in his spare time, replaced them.