Sophia keeps coming here with her sword and rips the masked man apart one after another.
One cheer after another from the inhabitants of this city who are watching it.
But only Sylvia didn't move a single eyebrow to see what she looked like.
"... Long time no see, Sophia"
"What's this all about? Sir Noel."
"Look, don't you see? Rebellion, I'm not going to follow a frivolous religion like the Wise Men's Law."
"Are you saying you killed a believer for which there is no sin whatsoever?
"Right. If we don't kill all these guys one at a time, religion won't go away."
Sylvia is our way of looking at the enemy.
But I cannot agree with what she has just said.
Too, too extreme for that idea.
"You've changed, Sir Noel. Thought you might be a little smarter."
"Smart enough, Sophia."
When Sylvia laughs cously, Sophia flies for her.
But that makes something like a rockfall get stuck.
"... Charlotte,"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Sophia. But now I can't overlook you trying to hurt Sylvia."
"Step aside! Sir Noel is a terrorist who tried to destroy this city!?
"I can't get out of the way....... sorry"
When Charlotte says so, her right arm sweeps into her body and blows up to the nearby building.
... What do I do? I want to help. But that would make me antagonize Sylvia, my collaborator.
At that time, Zahr suddenly spoke with his hands on his shoulders.
"What's up? You're not going to help me?
"... I want to go. But..."
"But what?
"I can't betray someone who seems to finally take charge of me..."
"That guy and we have a different purpose. We do not destroy the law of the wise. Our purpose, Dahlia, is to be alone."
I put my face up to Zahr's words.
Then he pushed my back all the way and smiled.
"Go. You want to talk to her, don't you?
"... Oh!
I pull out my dagger and run to Charlotte.
Of course, I may not be a fighter.
I know that.
But I don't want to run away from my favorite being anymore.
"Uh-oh!
I scream from the bottom of my belly and cut off Charlotte's body.
Then I flinched just for a moment into an unexpected event.
That was a moment, for sure, but it felt like a long time to me.
"Sophia, we're getting away!
"Huh...? Lazareth?"
"Come on, grab my hand!
I give her my right arm, but it gets held back by Charlotte's giant.
The jewels that were replacing her eyes showed me.
"... what are you going to do, Mr. Lasalles"
"I will not join hands with you guys! Who are you people who abuse innocent people!
"Really? Too bad."
That's all Charlotte said, now he's got his left arm stuck in my body.
The pain is unimaginable to me, and it's such a shock that the organs in my body get messed up.
But I'm about to be blown away. Step on my foot.
There's blood coming out of my mouth, but I can't afford to care.
I put up a dagger, prepare for the next attack, and breathe on my shoulders.
My body is already worn out. It is clear that the next attack will be unbearable, and that no fatal injury can be inflicted by inflicting an attack.
So my aim wasn't originally to take her down.
"Sophia, run!
"... what are you talking about? I am an enemy…"
"No, I'm telling you to run!
I can hear her running out the distance, as if she could be moved by my words.
... That's it. My purpose was fulfilled.
The moment I was so relieved, Charlotte's right arm was coming to my nose tip.
I tried to avoid it.
But suddenly my consciousness was about to break off because I ran out of blood, and my legs were dull.
...... oh. Are we done?
But good because I could protect her at the end.
I've got people I like, and I've got a lot of friends.
It's really good to be human.
I close my lid and prepare to accept her fist.
But the impact never reached my body, so when I opened my eyes there was a Bettenburg figure who was taking it with one hand.
"... Damn, you're a baker to take care of, you are"
"Betten, Burg......?
"I don't see the situation, I'm driven by emotions, I put my confidence in a predicament. If you were in the war too, you wouldn't know how much this is, would you?
"... sorry"
"But if there's anything to laugh at about your judgment as a mistake, I'll convince this one."
His eyes, which speak so, were somewhat tender.
I lost consciousness at the end of my attempted consciousness of Bettenburg, who cut Charlotte's arms off immediately.