The darkness of silence where you can't see anything and hear nothing. With Elion's technique, Aldis was drifting with an indistinct sensation.
I don't even know if I have my eyes open or closed. He has lost his sense of balance and has no idea if he is standing or falling.
But the mysterious state did not last long. Suddenly, the screams in the silence scream in a sense of tearing, and Aldis gains only a sense of loss without knowing what is going to be lost.
Eventually, a faint color appears in the darkened field of view. The sound regains its upper and lower sensations, and gradually the sound begins to assert its existence. Aldis's eyes reflected dry reddish-brown soil.
"here……?"
As vision recovers, Aldis learns that she is lying on the ground. He slowly raised his aching body and looked around.
Soil and rock spread all around. On the slightly reddish earth you can only see the sparsely growing grass. The smell of the soil stimulates the sense of smell, not the grass.
Ardis is stunned by the spectacle that continues as far as the eye can see. Neither near the citadel we were fighting earlier, nor near the town where the mercenaries are based. At least Aldis did not recognize such a land.
(Transfer magic-?)
Recalling the situation before fainting, Aldis speculates so.
"Erion's ..."
An art of metastasis that no one has ever succeeded. The genius, who realized this alone, exercised the art for Aldis, not for herself or her brother to survive. Leave it to Aldis.
"The idiot is ..."
A weak taunt apologizes to Aldis. No tears came out.
Probably neither Sark nor Elion are alive.
(Maybe the other guys ...)
The woman general was clearly waiting for the Ardiss. The attack, which was supposed to be a complete assault, turned out to be nothing but information and was all but danced in the palm of the enemy.
Only you have survived. He lost his irreplaceable beloved person, his generous ancestors, his longing for backwards, his fellow friend who left his back, and many survived. It embraces Aldis, becoming more painful than sad.
I hate that woman. I can't forgive that woman. I want to kill that woman. Even from the tip of the nail to the single hair, I'll stop the root of my breath even if I throw everything. Whether you spend all of your remaining life or convert your future into value, you will definitely get rewarded.
Live for that. So I don't die yet.
water. Food. road.
-First, survive.
Isolation. Base. Money. information.
-Endure the time of female prostration.
weapon. Troops. Commander.
-Get power.
One by one. It can't be helped take time. The result of the impatient setting was this. Even if you suppress your feelings, you must get them one by one.
All of that leads to a hunt for that woman. Aldis took a step back in the smoldering fire of hatred, curbing the passions that would have sought to break into the female general right now.
How much time has passed since then? Aldis keeps walking in a vague thought as if his sense of time is paralyzed.
Seven times the sun set, and the same number of rising suns. Even through the land full of earth and rocks, through the forest, and even to the grassland as far as the eye can see, no one can even see the people, let alone the people.
He was repeatedly attacked by beasts on the way, and returned each time. I do not remember what I fought.
Even though I was trying to recall, my consciousness seemed to be hurt and it was not clear. The only thing smoldering at the bottom of my heart is the frustration that I need to hurry and the hatred for that woman. The two push their backs, walk silently, repel the beast, and walk again.
When was the last time you drank water? When did you last eat your food? When was the last repulsion of the beast?
The sense of time was strange.
(When did I sleep ...?)
Looking back, I feel like I haven't slept for seven days since I was skipped by metastasis. However, on the other hand, there are many vague times of memory. You can't remember all of the day, and you might be sleeping unknowingly.
When I try to think, my thoughts are blurred, and what comes up is hatred and impatience. The regret that he couldn't get the Ichito sword turned into remorse, and his deep sorrow oozed out of his heart with regret.
Hurry, and your heart rushes. The soul roars when not allowed. If you kill him, your inner voice will cry. Aldis's body is rushed like a puppet, driven by vain thoughts and emotions stuck inside the mind.
(Where am I going?)
I just walk, slash the beast, and walk again without even knowing myself.
(If you do not return to the base of the group)
The next moment I felt so strong, I felt again that my consciousness was not my own.
Two children with light green eyes look up.
(Hallucinations ...?)
Alice blue-haired woman, strong swordsman, baby-faced archer, sorceress wearing a hood, white-haired boy ... Unfamiliar faces that are familiar and disappear one after another floating in my mind.
(is this a dream?)
Without realism, Aldis rushes into a battle that may not be known many times.
The opponent is a six-legged beast. It is a carnivorous beast called Neduro. Perhaps they have come across a flock. There are many.
Aldis no longer holds the sword with a crushed blade out of the sheath. Several nedulos begin to slowly surround the surroundings.
hateful. hateful. I hate that woman. If they hunt them all out, would she reach this sword?
Then hurry. Don't hesitate. Kill all. Ardis kicked in the air to play Neduro, while remaining stunned.
Neduro attacking from all sides is knocked down one by one. With the anger and curse to the female general in that blow.
It is usually a negligent partner for Aldis, such as Neduro. He wielded his sword one at a time where he had to drive away with a flying sword.
For Nedulo, who was turned away from anger, it can be said to be just unhappy. He had a natural fighting instinct, but his intelligence was low.
Aldis, almost unconsciously moving his body and flying in the air, killing Nedulo, suddenly noticed a human being at a distance.
(People? With two people ... is a beast on the side?)
Turn your glance to a glance. If he finds a familiar golden body ahead of him, he decides he doesn't need to be vigilant and returns to consciousness of the extermination of Neduro.
Eventually, Aldis, who had finished all Neduro, slowed down slowly and landed on the ground. Gold I briefly spoke to the color beast staring at me as if waiting for it.
"Rona?"
A partner who has fought together for many years. You can't mistake that person.
Rona with a mysterious face asks the word, which is not a confirmation but rather a cutout of the conversation.
"What are you doing here, Al?"
At that moment, the fire of anger smoldering in Aldis burned violently.
The friends who are intercepted by the perfect posture while doing a surprise attack and scatter their lives here and there. The leader who took care of many enemy soldiers and opened the way while injured. Contempt The abominable mouth that forms the gross eyes and ridicule of a female general. Sark's back, who protected herself with deep wounds. Elion's smile is wrapped in flames with hope for Aldis.
Her disappointment, which she couldn't do, burns Aldis's heart. The outraged indignation gained a place and was exhaled.
"What are you doing !?"
"Hi!"
It's no secret that Rona knows that the Ardiss are heading for the defeat of the female general. Rona would definitely have been with Aldis if he hadn't taken his last minute.
Then it's no secret that Sorry Rona couldn't tell why Aldis was alone with such hand injury. As if Rona didn't understand the situation, Aldis couldn't stop being angry.
Does he mean he forgot what he was doing and what he did? Was that word that swore revenge on the woman generals a lie?
Victory "I'm determined to lose! I'm fighting alone, in a place where I don't know where this is! I guess it looks like she's taking her up and raising her! Does it look like you're raising a toast! "
He slammed his words toward Rona shrugging.
"Our movement was crazy! That woman, we pulled our hands and waited! Everything was on the palm! Joan, Darwat and Lexi were all done! Grace was that wound … !! At least that girl ... but it does n’t reach me, I ca n’t reach it!
Anger swirls in the heart, and the helplessness spreads as it permeates the torn gap. Despite challenging the battle with careful preparation and planning, he couldn't even take a sword, rather than take his head. That reality pierces Aldis's heart sharply.
not enough. Aldis's ability is not enough.
Even if you struggle or deceive, even if you don't stick to a head-to-head game, Aldis's skills probably won't be able to defeat that woman. Even though hatred and anger swirl so much that the vision turns red, the experience of many years of fighting as a warrior tells sorry.
The female general is strong. As an individual or as a commander in the army.
Then you have to be stronger. Whether you want to gain the strength of an overwhelming individual, or grow a unit that can be pushed out by numbers.
Either way will not be easy. I don't know how long it will take. Until then, can this hatred and resentment continue to burn?
Over the past few years, hatred of the general has not faded. In the coming years, Ardis will surely continue to hate the general. 20 years from now? 30 years ahead?
Aldis was afraid. The possibility that this feeling fades over time. The possibility that the pain of beloved will be healed over the years.
--Impossible.
There is one who refuses to do so.
――But if that happens.
On the other hand, I was afraid of it. Hesitation causes Aldis to regain calm.
If you look at it suddenly, you can see the figure of Rona shrinking with her tail crotch. After seeing him, Aldis finally recovered himself
"... Bad. I can't help you."
When you apologize for the eight hits, you ask the question you were initially asking when you met someone.
"Rona. You know where you are?"
"I don't know. I'm looking for a way home .... I don't even know Al?"
Rona replied, fearing Aldis's aftermath.
"... I don't know. He's been walking for seven days now. It seems that Elion flew me ..."
Although the consciousness is not clear, he gathers vague memories and derives the information of seven days.
What is clear is that we do not know where this is. There is no way for Aldis to be skipped by what appears to be a metastasis. Elion, who used the art, may know, but of course he couldn't ask anyone who wasn't there.
"That bastard, if you have such a trump card, if you fly me to that woman from the beginning ..."
At the same time, feelings of resentment for Elion emerge. If there was a technique to transfer others, it would be more successful if the thugs were sent to a few female generals' private rooms without having to go into the fort with a large number of people.
Of course, the assassin sent will not be able to return alive, so he cannot force anyone. But even if you knew you couldn't return home, Aldis would definitely have volunteered if you had such a way.
It is by no means a praise as a warrior. You may be reproached with cowards. But what happened? Aldis does not regret if she can kill the woman, even if she is called a coward and her back finger is pointed. It is no longer the sole reason for Ardis to keep the female general's breath.
"Hey Al. Do you remember the name Nere?"
It is Rona's voice that has broken into the thoughts of swirling swirls. Aldis asks at the sound of a name he doesn't recognize, yet caught strangely.
"Who is it?"
"Are you familiar with Philia, Liana, Cyrill?"
Aldis twists her head to the name she heard somewhere but heard for the first time. I felt my chest pain was a little lessened.
"Is it a new name? Bad, but I don't know well until the new one. I couldn't afford it and the young guys didn't take me in this case."
Aldis has about 200 mercenaries. Aldis, who had left the band for a while, returned a month ago. Although he naturally meets with his fellow operatives, he has never exchanged words about young people or newcomers who were not allowed to participate in the defeat. There may be a dozen or twenty people whose name Aldis does not know.
Ardis, who had concluded himself, responded appropriately, but felt somehow irritated by the name that caught somewhere in his heart.