Walk on a pile of rubble, with Leonard.
I can't find the enemy. Likewise, the figure of survival.
Maybe the same goes for Rufaus, who is looking for the other side here.
"... you've really doomed everything"
Leonard leaks words he would have suppressed.
Me too, and I just have to snort vaguely.
Just walk away.
Footsteps and only the two of us can hear each other breathing.
There is no shadow of it in the bustling city.
So I walked around the corner from the corner of town and I spoke to Leonard.
"That's it, all of it."
"Oh."
"I'm worried about the captain. We're going back."
Leonard nods.
After I checked it, I ran and left this place behind.
"Hey. How'd it go over there?
Rufaus raises his hand and speaks.
In contrast, Leonard replied by waving the first time.
"... well. You guys couldn't have done it."
also, I guess that still means the same results for Rufaus.
The number of corpses spread everywhere tells the story without saying it.
"Shall we go home then? You guys can go home."
"... oh"
"Such a pungent face, Leonard. You would have raised him not to be ashamed to send him out to another country. I'm sure you can get anywhere by now."
"... now that you've completed your duties as a soldier of Forse,"
"Right. That's really it. From here on out, I can't protect you... well, you'll be fine."
Laughs without giving in.
Leonard could only stare at that smile.
"... bye. I'll see you when I'm on edge."
That said, he turned his heel back.
Leonard looks up at him.
"Captain, behind you...!
"Hmm?"
Looking back.
That's when the sword plundered his cheek.
He flies up and sets up the sword he had as it was.
Keep yelling at us.
"Leonard, call for backup! Lazareth, can you go?
Leonard nodded and ran straight to the castle.
I glance behind him like that and I glance at the man.
But immediately the gaze moves to the back.
"That's hilarious. I can't believe I'm off guard with something that's not there."
Sylvia was there.
My vision swings.
What is the brain's instruction is to walk backwards and forwards.
Vision stretches to Sylvia on the other side of the masked man.
When I realized, I was diving into her nostalgia.
Crush her jaw with her fist as it is.
But that was torn with a single hair.
"... Phew. Looks like we're starting to do a little bit."
She opens her mouth.
But that was all I could feel in the gap for me.
I haven't heard anything about it.
A fist punch takes aim at her skull.
Now that she had captured it accurately and eaten it decently, she blew it straight back.
It should have been.
But what I captured wasn't Sylvia, doll.
"But your opponent is not me, my doll. I'm just here to see the high ground."
When I heard what she said, I shook my arm off to the side.
As if I had responded, everything in my sight would stain the cold air, and if I noticed, all (...) of the masked men (...) would turn into ice statues bracketed on the ground.
This was the power of the Demon Nucleus.
"... So, what are you trying to say?
Shh.
Seeing it, Sylvia exhaled as if a little surprised, returning to her usual expression.
"... heh. You're not Lazareth."
No, it's Lasalles.
"Human temptation, so?
"Whatever. I don't care what they call you, I'm not interested. You're going to die here now."
"Yes."
After she replies coolly, something like a meteorite shakes between me and her from above.
I already knew what it was.
"I'm sorry, Charlotte. I really didn't mean to bother you."
"I don't mind, Sylvia. Besides, I didn't originally think I could kill Mr. Lasalles."
A chunk of rock called Charlotte stares at this one with a gem that serves as an eye.
"You were in Mr. Lasalles, Mr. Sage, weren't you?
"That's right. Is that it?"
"No, Mr. Lasalles might have hesitated... but you wouldn't hesitate to do it"
"Right. I didn't originally consider hesitation."
I stare back and with one hand I create a sword as tall as mine with ice.
When I shook it like that, the cold air that was surrounding me at the wind pressure disappeared, cutting through the cloudy weather and seeing the blue sky.
No longer will we be plagued by the rampage of the power of the Demonic Nucleus.
Besides, I (...) have (...) the power (...) to (...) and (...) to (...) (...).
"... come"
As if to echo my words, Charlotte's giant kicks the ground and comes this way at a tremendous rate.
The place, which would be the fist position, tries to capture my cheek as it is, but it is slow.
That's not enough.
Cut her arm up with a great sword, not killing the momentum of evasion as it were.
Big attack, but inevitably sharp for a gigantic girlfriend.
"... Huh!
Her shoulder arms dance through the universe.
Stuff the gap all at once and slice it from her shoulder to her stomach.
But that was stopped by someone who came in from the side.
"Hey, bro. Aren't you the best?
"... you"
"Nice, that killer. It's freaking me out, it's getting higher!
"I have no desire to kill you!
Keep it up, his fist captures my cheek.
I try to take that with my sword body, but there's so much momentum caged up that I can't kill it at close range that it makes me lag behind.
Its strength makes me laugh unexpectedly.
That seems to be the same over there.
"... Ha, ha!
"Hahahahaha!"
"Ahahahahaha!"
We laugh at each other.
Yeah, it's unpleasant, but I'm sure this guy and I are thinking the same thing right now.
"We want to kill each other more".
"Well... let's do more, bro?
"Oh, let's do it. I've never wanted to kill anyone more than I do now!
"Ha ha, that would be a compliment killing"
My heart is pounding.
It's as if the meaning of being born is here.
It was like this was the only one who would accept my intent to kill me.
Then I felt like I had to settle with this guy no matter what.
Other than that, I don't care anymore.
Rebuild and look at him.
Exhale and fill your lungs with new air.
A slight hand sweat creaks into the icy pattern.
That's how I aim for the Sage's neck as I lift the Great Sword off the ground.
He stepped on it with his feet and crushed my cheek with his fist as it was.
"... Huh!
My attitude is about to collapse dramatically.
However, it is (...).
Not yet, not enough.
Release your hand from the pattern and repeat the beating on him in front of you.
Cross, each other's fists.
Each other's blood flies and crosses.
Even in the meantime, the laughter never disappeared from our faces.
I pierce his cheeks with my own fists and make another sword as the system breaks down.
Now, skinny sword.
He creates a similar sword, once he thinks he has a thick grin, as if to match.
"Haha, that's fun! I'm glad you were born!
"I agree. I even get the illusion that I was born for this moment now!
It's inherently unpleasant to have an opinion with this guy.
It hurts all over my body, and my breath is rising.
But it won't stop.
I can't stop it.
The adrenaline in your body boils.
Who can stop this heart from getting hot to his fingertips?
"Come on, come on. Brothers."
With words, his sword muscle captures my neck.
Start it back, cut it back, but you can take it with one hand.
We don't pull a single step from each other, a fierce sword trident follows.
But when he flies my sword upwards, he releases a knee kick into his defenseless abdomen.
My fist smashed my cheek bones into a clenched gap and grabbed my hair as it was.
"... but bro. It's not enough."
"Gu, ooh... Huh!
"Hey, brother. You were definitely strong. But I'm sparing you more than that."
My hair starts freezing off the tip.
It goes without saying that that was the work of the wise man in front of us.
"If you say so clearly, you're not going down. Your fighting spirit, your gait, your strength. None of this is enough to make me crazy."
"but haha......!
"I don't have a heart, in your fist. It's just being driven by intent to kill, and I'm not visible there. That's why I'm losing, man!
When my hands were removed from my hair, a sharp beating entered my abdomen floating in the air, now clean.
It blows backwards as it is and takes the form of depositing your body in a pile of bricks that happened by chance.
"The person has nothing to do with your intent to kill. Like a doll, he's just trying to kill me because he told me to 'kill' him. Hey, bro. Look at me."
Footsteps approach.
My body hurts.
It's like a broken bone all over your body, distracting your expression.
"You can't see. Your intent to kill is only transient."
It doesn't move.
It's as if a knife is stung on a limb, and it doesn't even move pickly.
Eventually, the footsteps stopped.
"It was fun. - Just for the first time."
With a sigh, my arm waves down.
But that arm never touched this body for long.
"... Oh, you were there. The innocent."
Raising his face, he looks like a sage holding back his right arm shoulder, which is gone there.
In those eyes, it was a wolf.
"Mr. Sylvia, I'm pulling you up. He's the wrong guy."
"... eh. Lazareth, I will return this humiliation."
When Sylvia said as if to throw up, the threesome disappeared, as if to scatter a cloud child.
You predicted that, the wolf grabs my chest and makes me stand up.
"... you know what I'm trying to say?
……
"You wouldn't know. You're a doll, just like he said. If you have any dreams, there's no will for you."
"... Oh, no."
"Are you pretending to be angry? Hung, then you should do it until you feel better."
Me, the doll?
No. There's no way.
That's when my hand was placed on the wolf's shoulder.
"Hey, wolf. Don't piss me off too much, okay? As you can see, you're not a long shot."
"... I know the difference in power is historical? Mr. Rufaus."
"You know what? This guy is one of my men. Making fun of that means you're making fun of me, right?
When he wonders if Rufaus has put his hand on the weapon, the wolf returns to his original path with one sigh.
After staring at him like that, Rufaus woke up my body half buried in a brick and kept it negative on my back.
"I don't know much about him, though. You're not a doll. My men, and fine soldiers."
"... thank you"
"Don't worry about it. Without you, I don't even know if I'm alive right now."
I'll keep my weight with him.
As such, he deposited his consciousness into the deep darkness as it was.