Strange silence flows between Zahr and the man.
We don't move a single step towards each other, I guess we're exploring each other's trends.
I stand around in the meantime curing the sleeves of my coat and keeping Lisette away from the sword's time.
However, you finally cut the numbness, and Zahr breathes heavily and exhales the words once.
"... time is a waste. Let me go here."
Forse's predecessor king laughed niggardly and nodded at his words.
And when one wind passed between them, he waved his sword down from Zahr's side, as he put it.
Along with a serene roar, I can hear Zahr pounding his tongue.
For a moment I didn't know what had happened, but when the smoke cleared up surrounding them, I found that the previous king of Forse was more receptive to that sword muscle.
"You're young. And ugly. I see it wielded by ferocious force."
"... do you? But it seems you're already getting too old to be busy."
"... what"
When he dropped his gaze from Zahr's eyes, he realized that his wild knife was being heated by Zahr's flames.
The spot where the wild sword and the great sword are already in contact glows red, and iron spills from the wild sword.
Seeing it, after a little thought, he wields the wild sword again but it is also played by Zahr.
"Stay back, predecessor. I'm not so faded as to beat an old man like you"
"... No, you're a boulder. But young."
... I wondered what he was going to say, yet he still bruises and laughs about Zahr by saying 'young'.
Zahr seemed just as stunned by him like that, and for a moment only he was distracted.
At that moment, his glasses broke through the air.
"... ugh!?
"... your sword is strong and fierce. Therefore, the horizon is narrow"
"What is this...!
"I'm afraid your glasses are Dade. It's not a lens, it's just glass."
"I hear you did what!
"You think I'll answer that?
That's all Forse's predecessors say, flashing him with a wild knife again.
But this time the power wasn't an earlier ratio, and the wind pressure was so awesome that it flashed my coat.
Zahr takes one of those machetes with a big sword, but this time he can slap them against the wall as they fall out of balance.
"... Gah, ah!
"Its power is ferocious to our country and to the law of the wise. So let me prune it."
With the words, he approaches Zahr, who is buried one step, one step at a time, and unable to move.
But there was something that disturbed his walk.
"... you. What imitation?"
"... I'm your enemy, too"
"The enemy? Does the enemy mean 'ants' walking on the side of the road?
"Don't lick it. You may not win as much as you're confident, but I can protect someone."
That said, I'll take the dagger out of my nose.
But the moment I took it out, his face swelled with joy.
"... boulders are ants. Even the prey in your hand is small."
"Say it."
I explore my time with him and walk around him step by step.
And at the same time completely hiding his body from his ship's eyes, he sticks a dagger straight at his neck.
However, he did not try to accept it, nor did he try to avoid it.
"Become...!?
I give a shout of surprise at his behavior, but even that doesn't seem like he cares.
I gradually get angry with that attitude, leaving it to my anger and trying to chop off his neck.
But the tip of the sword didn't stab him in the neck, it just hit him, and he didn't even look like he was bleeding.
"... why"
"Sorry, but I'm like a weak maiden, not surprised to the extent that the ants have stopped"
"It's also silly......!
"No, they're worse than ants for the small minutes. Something like," Flies. "
That's all Forse's predecessors say, after letting one arm get into my body, he takes a sissy, like a grumpy fly attitude.
But his fist is accurately capturing my belly, and the smell of blood fills my mouth.
If you open your mouth at all, you'll throw up blood.
"... Well, goodbye. Sure, like Zahr?
"... Ku, thats"
"Wait!"
I reach out and try to stop him, but that he approaches Zahr like he doesn't realize me.
That's when I saw one little shadow jump on him.
"... Also, more loud flies"
"Ren, kun......?
Standing there and sticking his sword against him was the figure of Len, not to mention.
But neither did his sword reach him, and not a drop of blood.
Besides, Ren at heart realizes the horror of what he has done, turns pale on his face and has a smudge.
"Yeah, depressing. Let me remind you that you are being sent to me."
"... ah, ah"
"Ren! Run!
Zahr desperately urges him to flee, but doesn't even seem to have gotten the word, sloppy and backward.
Forse's predecessor king flashes after waving his sword at him like that.
But that sword tip never reached him.
"... Lasalles,?
"... but ah..."
"... Lazareth, you...!
"Awwwwwwwww!
My shitty growl clings to this city.
What this roar meant was at the end of my arm.
No, it's a little different.
"My Right Arm Not Already" showed what that roar meant.
Ouch. No, I can't say it by the word pain.
The base ahead from your own twist is hot as if burned out.
Even if you desperately try to stop it, you don't have the right arm to stop it already.
Blood was flooded and red puddles were already available on the ground.
"... Lasalles,?
Ren looks up at me worried.
But I can't afford to worry about that right now.
I cured some of the blood from the tip of my own arm and forced it to stop.
And he is beaten to death by the previous king of Forse with that hardened blood as it is.
"Ahhhhhhhh!
"... ugh!
He seemed unexpected that I was going to hit him, aggressively trying to take it with a wild knife, but my arm is much harder than that, even breaking his sword trying to take it and hitting him.
And he punches him right where he hits the fist part in his face, but he never felt like a handful then.
"... Ki, sama ah!
He gets furiously high on that, but now with the recoil it takes to beat him up, he can't even afford to care about it.
On the contrary, I felt my consciousness go away somewhere.
At that time, as surrounded by the predecessor king of Forse, a purple clay began to take hold, as it had seen one day.
"... let's retreat. It's no use wanting any more results."
"... or ah...?
"Why, Dahlia! If I were you, these cunts...!
"Fine."
That's all she says, she will withdraw the previous king of Forse as it were.
I didn't realize it then, but later on, thinking about it, the act seemed to shelter me.
But before I realized it, my consciousness was tempted by deep beliefs.