Thus, the wise strive for light - to start over with a life in different worlds

It was a sunny day.

The girl, as usual, was on the outskirts of the city, coming to the flower garden.

I was trying to pick flowers for her grandmother, who was sick enough to move anymore, and take them with me, at least.

Somewhere, there's a metallic ripple.

But the girl keeps picking the flowers carefully so they don't crumble straight into the cage, whether it's her fault or not.

At that time, the white petal in front of him was stained with a faint black.

When I looked up, there stood a man in a mask.

You were stained with blood. With a shake up.

"-!"

She forgot to even scream and ran at a glance.

I couldn't afford to check my back or anything, but even I knew it was coming after her as much as I could.

Gradually disturbed breathing, and continuing to run forward as it continues.

But as little stones as her fists blocked her escape, her body was thrown into the universe.

Close your eyes.

I could imagine what would happen if I got caught, too.

But her imagination never became a reality.

"... are you okay? Did you... have your knees squeezed? Poor thing."

In front of me, a woman stood, looking somewhere unspoiled, with her light yellow-green hair tucked together behind her.

She turns around and smiles.

"It's okay. I'm still strong."

That's what I say, I look back at the man in front of me.

After a little silence, I sighed the woman.

"... is it the law of the wise?

……

"Forse disappeared. You don't have to obey the laws of the wise, that internal organization, do you?

……

"You're just not going to answer that."

"Then disappear. I'm in a bad mood right now."

When she said that, the toe of the man's foot in front of her was missing from his knee.

After stabbing him in the back of a broken attitude, he swept the blood and looked back at the girl.

"... sorry, maybe it wasn't something I should have done in front of you"

The girl's eyes were frightened out by fear.

Naturally, people died right in front of me.

She walks away from such a girl and talks over her back.

"Stay just a little further away.... because I'm sure more will happen now"

That said, she disappeared from the girl's sight.

The town from a distance was in a worse situation than I had expected.

A soldier from Peswen is burning the city of Mactoria.

Even if you're not a soldier, you're doing everything you can to kill.

"... that's unpleasant"

A crying voice of a child.

To the sound of an explosion, the voices of confused adults.

Now it was my turn to offend the sound of the battlefield.

Already, everyone else is splitting up.

Karen, Lynne and Yu are scouting around town to see if they have reinforcements.

Graham and Leonard join the Victorian vigilante.

And I was looking for Rick or Mariette.

I believed that if I could talk to them, something would change.

But what changes.

I never talked to them. Besides, there's no way Rik and I can get along from the start.

I'm an Isel citizen, and he's a Peswen citizen.

Anxiety, so whisper.

That's when I felt a cold iron bump behind my back.

"Answer one. Which side are you on?

"I don't know what that question means, but if you insist, I'm on the side of this city."

"Neither does that mean you've been sticking your neck out of yourself for such a fucking hassle... I see. He's not the enemy, but he's pretty sure he is."

I hear the man behind me laying down his sword.

At the same time as I completely put it away, I looked back.

To the torn body, worn out clothes. And you haven't shaved on your face, half-extended beard.

He was a man I had never seen.

Staring at him like that, now I heard a voice I saw from behind me.

"Well don't say that. He's my acquaintance for once. Although, I just know it unilaterally"

"... Really? Well, whatever."

Now switching in that direction, there stood the king of Peswen... Luke.

But now he doesn't have the spare look he felt before, rather he gets the impression that he's in a hurry somewhere.

"... you don't know what it means to have a king here on purpose"

"It was a long time ago when I was king. With Isel's collapse, the pro-Izerists lost their shoulders. The king is a different man now."

"You think that person tried to destroy Mactoria?

"Well. I don't think he even understands what this act means. He's just a puppet who turns to his collaborators for judgment."

"... collaborators?

"It's Bettenburg. He was a big man in his heart. It would have been easy to soak."

"You mean Rick?

"Oh. Me and the captain have been banished. If so, isn't it natural for the third to jump to the top?"

... Rick had an unparalleled emotion for him.

It would have been only a matter of time before I was contacted.

"So you're saying there's only two of us here right now?

"Right."

"Where's Marialette?

"I have already asked her to turn to Her Majesty in this country. I thought it would be easier for you to tell me what's going on."

"So, what are you guys here for? No way, are you going to join Peswen?

"No way. I hate Bettenburg. I'm trying to get to my teeth. To distort his arrogant face."

Turn around and take a glance at the man you called captain.

From the look on his face, he's not lying.

"... but maybe we'll settle this already"

"What do you mean?

"This city is a sprinkler. He heard stories about gathering Mactoria's forces here and putting them all on the grid. Of course Isel is hiding in Mactoria, the soldiers of Peswen."

"... is that for sure?

"I stole it from Bettenburg. Definitely."

... No, it's not.

He doesn't do inadvertent things that get eavesdropped on.

Unfortunately, he tipped us off on purpose.

"Sage.... oh better not you. With his magic, it seems possible to further the whole thing. I'm sorry, but if they do that, we... No, this world is over."

... that guy would be possible.

No more wolves or mentiras. Nor is the White Wolf here.

I'm the only one who can stand up to him right now.

"If you're the same sage, it should be possible to contain"

"I'm sorry, but we don't expect anything from you. From what I've seen, I don't think I can beat him."

"... I know. I can't believe I'm much weaker than him. But someone has to face it now, it's over!?

The two of you shut up.

I said, as if to strike a chase on two of those.

"Besides, I was entrusted. You can't run away on the grounds of weakness anymore!

I can't run anymore.

This word that was on his back hits my back heavily, too.

The world he was looking at pushed some uncut feelings into the back of his chest like this, etc.

After a while, Luke opens his mouth.

"... Seems like you and I were talking."

"Huh?"

"Foreword withdrawn. Shame on you, please."

"Save this world."

That said, he bowed his head.

"... mentilla"

A man looks down on Mentila's body.

The eyes were even colder than his body, accompanied by a cruel gaze.

"You have mistaken the person you entrust. More than that, I don't know about that failure."

The man sits beside the body.

He glanced at him, nagging.

"... me and you are enemies. Though, we don't have anything we don't think of each other, do we?

Open your eyes and see the sky.

Peaceful, clear blue sky.

"... Bettenburg. What are you doing?

"I just explained, after all, I wouldn't understand a groundhog like you. You should go first with them."

"Yes, I thought you had some ugly feelings."

The girl with the umbrella turns her back on him and walks away.

Having glimpsed her like that, he looked up into the sky.

"I could only live a way to destroy. Unlike you, I could only live by crushing happiness. I'm sure even after crushing this world, I'll be attacked by an ugly sense of well-being"

No response.

But he keeps talking.

"Whatever this world crushes, whatever I crush, to be honest with you, it doesn't matter to me. I'm tired, too, as you are tired."

"Except for my best friend's death. I don't care."

He gets up.

And I turned my back as it was.

"The truth is, you're not the only one who was happy to be friends with you. But... instinct doesn't suppress even friendship."

I pulled out my sword and pierced the sword in his hand with its tip.

Then the sword body can be crushed with a tremendous sound.

"I'm really selfish, but I want you to pray. There will come a more brutal end to this than death."

That's what I said, and he laughed ridiculously.

Hand over your sword, he says.

"Justice must not be in this world."

The word disappeared into the wind.