He was walking on the rubble.
People are falling everywhere.
None of them was breathing.
……
He lowers his hips in a pile.
And I looked at the world.
People who were smiling.
Beautiful sky with blooming flowers.
He destroyed everything.
From behind, you can hear footsteps.
Oh, again. He sighed and turned around.
"... oh, I'm not going to do this..."
"That's strange. This is the path you chose, and I helped you."
"No, I... nothing, that's it..."
He hated the world.
In a world where nothing went well compared to its surroundings and where it still couldn't reach out.
But... still, the motive was too weak to destroy the world.
Now he regrets his choice.
"... well, that's it for me. Well, then, you can live as you please. In the world you love."
"Wait a minute. If you go, I'll be alone...!
"Even that's the path you chose, right? I'm not obliged to get involved."
That's what he says and falls into a rip that moves the world around.
He took a breath in the Western-style museum where no one was left.
I won again.
I won a match with him (...).
……
Also, more people feel sad.
I wonder why I'm not on your side.
Why did God make me his side?
The same question is repeated in him.
This world is a story.
The world of letters, colored by God.
The gods write all sorts of worlds.
They were peculiar among them.
A god appeared who wanted to make the world colored by other gods his own.
In such a God's wish, they were born.
But destruction and regeneration are always the same. Those who did not disobey the law were now born to suppress them.
But they were too weak.
I have seen the collapse of various worlds.
I have touched the death of various people.
No defeat, everything.
Everything, he's broken.
"... are you hurt?"
He's perfect.
Swordsmanship, science, everything.
But there's only one.
If there is a major drawback.
"Somebody help me...."
He wasn't perfect.
They were gathered together in a room in Victoria.
Each is seated in a prepared chair, and Cyan sits on the upper seat.
In the heavy air, she said at the very beginning of the opening.
"There is no more time to lose. Tomorrow, I will leave here to fight Betenburg and its subordinates."
Linne stood up and shouted, surprised by her words.
"Wait! Well then, Lazarus....."
"Don't you all know that you have no time to wait for him to recover from the destruction of your homeland?
"......!"
"Izel, Forse is destroyed, Peswen betrays. There is no other victory for them if the land is captured at the earliest. I can only do it now....."
"No, I think we should stop now."
It was Luke, the former king of Peswen, who blocked Cyan's words.
He is kneeling at the desk in front of him and putting his arms under his chin.
"We, Peswen, are among the four great powers in Wushu. Besides, you can't see the bottom of Betenburg's power, and above all, you still don't know how many ravens they have."
"... you think that's a disgrace to our power?
"Don't look afraid, Former King Forsythe. Former Captain Ansel next to me stands far more talented than those soldiers. So will you. [M] But I'm not talking about power right now."
"We haven't even figured out the enemy's power yet."
Everyone sitting around took a breath at the words.
At that time, Cyan opened his mouth.
"So you have to live in constant fear of their threats?
"So, I'd like to speak to His Majesty King Izel, who represents wisdom... apparently absent."
"Yes, Your Majesty feels sick, so after a short rest...."
"... I see. Leonard, was it you? There's a place I'd like you to hang out a little bit."
"Heh? Oh, it's me?
A sudden nomination, Leonard makes his eyes black and white.
Ansel, who forcibly pulled his hand and followed them, left the conference room behind.
"Hey, hey! Where are you going!?
"I heard you're good at bows, but is that true?
"Eh, yeah... well..."
"Then you should be happy. I need your arm now."
When Luke opened the door, it was connected to the treatment room where Lazarus was sleeping.
It's dim, only light that plugs in through the curtain.
There was naturally Lazarus lying there... shaking down a blade like yours, King Izel.
"......!
Here, Leonard finally understood.
Why did he not attend and why was he questioned about the arm of the bow?
He squeezed the bow he had and now threw an arrow through his arm, which he did not want to swing down.
"Oh, well done."
King Izel glances at us as Luke slaps his mouth.
When Leonard took a step back in his intimidation, Ansel stepped forward instead.
"I'll ask. Why did you betray me?
"... this is the vengeance of the people who destroyed my country."
"Hey, don't talk until you've covered your arms."
Happy with Luke's words, Leonard sees his arm pierced.
There was not a drop of blood from there, but there was a crack instead.
"That's not what you're after. Isn't that right, a (...) le (...) no (...) le (...)?"
"... shut up, you call me by my name..."
"... I'm sorry, Al. I'm really sorry."
When he crushes like that, the tip of his knee leaves his body.
When I saw it, Ansel was pulling out his sword.
"Look me in the eye and tell me. Why did you betray me?
"... I don't expect you to win this battle. That's why I'm here to survive."
"That's why you gave up alone?
"That's right. As long as I'm alive, Izel...."
"Say it. You know how we can win that?
Shut Luke's mouth.
The moment he sighed at Arnoel's appearance, the only window in the room broke.
"......!?
"Good morning, gentlemen. How are you?
An elderly man walks in here while stepping on scattered glass.
And the nearest one... I cut off Arnold's neck.
"Long time no see, my lord. Apparently, you haven't changed."
"The spell is taking away my time. So, why are you here?
"You almost told me about us. It's up to you to fly."
In contrast to Betenburg smiling, Ansel looks sharp enough to kill people with his eyes alone.
Leonard couldn't understand the situation and stood still.
"Your Majesty, it's you. You already know what you can do to solve this situation?
"Oh, of course. The next time Lazarus wakes up, there's no way he can predict that you'll be disadvantaged.
"It's a boulder. So I have one favor to ask you."
"Can't you get off this stage?
That's when he said it.
Sparks were scattered in front of Luke, and there was a sound of iron.
"... I won't let you."
"I see. The boulder is Peswen of Wu. There seems to be quite a few soldiers."
I didn't see it in Leonard.
I just heard a noise.
Until then, their swords were sharp.
"Isn't that a surprise? Betenburg"
"Until I decide I can't beat you if I don't do that."
"Looks like you've been buying a lot. Okay, Ansel."
Destroy it.
Copy that.
Luke walks away from Betenburg, saying that.
Betenburg tried to cut the gap, but Ansel prevented it.
"Leonard, I think you should retreat."
"Hmm? But...."
"We're human. You're not going to get caught up in a fight between monsters, are you? And for Ansel, we get in the way."
Luke took Leonard's hand with a smile and headed outside the room almost forcibly.
"The prey came to die. Don't miss this chance, Captain Ansel."
Without waiting for his reply, the door will open.
Luke turned his back and told him to smile.
Go ahead, kill him. Kill him.
There was a sound of the door closing so as to erase the words.