"... Lazareth's consciousness still doesn't return?
Leonard asks Graham, who has healing magic against Lazareth, who has fallen to the ground since earlier.
He shook his head to the side after a little thought.
"Yep.... a thrust from back to belly, so. Though the steeple is off, if we'd only found it a little later, we'd have lost blood."
"... well. But who the hell...?
"Perhaps, but it may be reasonable to assume that we have lost to the enemy's demonic nucleus. I can't feel the magic coming from him right now."
He drops his eyes on a bloody bandage wrapped around Lazareth's abdomen.
Once he shakes his head, he takes on Lazareth's body and rises.
"Hey, what are you doing!
"The wound is blocked. Besides, if you're here now, it could be dangerous."
"Danger..."
"Do you think being enough to defeat Lasalles will miss his raw? Daikon, it would be more reasonable to think of this as a spray bait to catch us."
"... right. Sorry."
When that was how the story tried to be separated, there was a talking presence from behind them.
"You don't have to do that. Keep his body here."
"... who is it? From what I've seen, she looks like a witch."
"Yep.... my name is Cyan. That's Lazareth's sister."
Cyan stares them in the eye.
Graham stepped back and Leonard stood to hold back between them.
"... because of the similarity between Lazareth and the quality of magic, there must be no such thing as lying or falsehood in that word."
"Yeah. Then hurry..."
"But there's a chance you're the enemy."
"... yes, then will I have to ask those girls"
The woman named Cyan puts one hand on her mouth and smiles lusciously.
The two of you weren't so retarded that you couldn't figure out who that girl was.
"... are you a hostage? I don't think she's Lazareth's sister."
"Oh, why not? Isn't it the sister of the ruthless sage who kills weak men equally"
"Lazareth, he's not like that!
"I don't know about it now, but it sure used to be."
"... ugh."
The sound of a toothpick echoes.
It seemed to be a direct Leonard, an expression of anger.
But even with him in front of her like that, she keeps smiling.
"Well, shall we go? It's dangerous to be here. I agree wholeheartedly with those words."
"Lazareth died and the wolf disappeared. She's the only one left."
By the way she... Sylvia sits in a chair and smiles.
One of the empty rooms that stood on the battlefield included Charlotte, Fiodora and Bethenburg. And Lasalles.
But no one responded to her words.
Isn't that funny, she snarls her nose and mouths on the tea at hand?
After a while, Lazareth opened her mouth.
"... why are we smoking in here? If we're going to destroy it, why don't we just do it?"
"It's not time yet. If we don't kill him, we'll have a gap."
"... the guy?
Lazareth sees Bettenburg.
But without answering the question, he shrugged, staring at the window.
"Already one, I'm letting him go. When she gets back, let's start."
She was singing.
On a pile of rubble, knowing no one was listening.
Otherwise, because I'm going to be under the illusion that I'm part of this rubble.
She was left alone.
This country...... Forse was prosperous but collapsed overnight.
Leave her alone.
I don't remember her.
No name, either.
It's just that everyone called her this.
"The dead".
……
When she finishes singing all the way, she walks through the rubble city.
There was a voice calling for her like that from behind.
"... where are you going"
……
"Are you a Forse person?
……
"Answer me. Are you the wise man's law?"
Her deep blue eyes reflect a man in glasses.
He looked at her with a horrible look as if he were somewhere... staring.
"Neither, no"
"Then why are you here? Don't lie badly."
"... why are you here?
The question is returned with a question, and the man's expression becomes more rude.
But I sighed after I left it for a while, and I said:
"I have been ordered by His Majesty Isel to hunt the remnants of Forse"
"... but one"
"So what?
The glance at the girl becomes even more precarious.
But after staring at her expression for a while, he broke his rugged expression and opened his mouth.
"The full powers of the Knights Commander were transferred to His Majesty Isel by special provisions....... is before the building, my acquaintance rebelled and demoted as a liability. At the end of the sentence, would it be like throwing away a pawn?"
……
"No, you don't have to try to understand. Interpretation is foolishness. Forget it."
When he says so, he lowers his hips on the rubble.
So I laid my hands on them and looked up into the sky.
"... it's Zahr"
"Huh?"
"My name is Zahr. What about you?"
"... Ferres"
"... well. Nice name."
Ferres.
In the words of the world where Zahr was, 'Happiness'.
Coincidence would have it, but he loosens his cheeks to that fact.
"Let's apologize for the disrespect. It just seemed a little nervous."
……
"Kisa... no, what were you doing here?
I was singing a song.
"Song?"
"Yeah. Somebody can hear me."
Behind that word, she was alone now.
Zahr also seems to have somehow understood what the situation is with that fact, just to shut up and nag.
"You like the song?
"Like"
"Right.... One of my acquaintances liked the song"
"Were you there?
"Oh. I don't know where I am anymore... but he was like my sister"
"Don't you miss me?
"My world is merciless and cruel. You won't see her in my world like that, so I'm sure she'll be in a kind, warm world"
"... I'm not sure"
"It's happier for her not to see you."
That's all he says, he starts picking up the burnt trees around him.
When I put it together in one place, I lit it with a small flame emitted from my fingertips.
Around an already dimmed perimeter, the light takes.
"... I'm leaving tomorrow. If you want to follow me, do as you please."
That's what he says. He lays on a well-shaped rubble.
But suddenly he stood up and pulled out the sword he was wearing on his back.
"Ferres, hide behind my back"
"... Huh?
"You have a leak of intent to kill. Are you caught off guard?"
Zahr shouts out loud.
Then she lowers her peach hair from the pile of rubble to her waist and a woman wearing a robe shows up.
He looked familiar to me.
"... why are you here, Meir"
"I'm on vacation, so it's not weird to be anywhere."
"Do you think you can delude me?
"... right"
The moment she said so and the item fell, I saw her neat face in front of him.
And he grabs a wrist holding a dagger that rolls out like a flash.
"I see. You mean you were one of the wise men's laws?
"Ah? Ahahahaha, you still think the Wise Men's Act is a mastermind? It's a masterpiece, Mr. Former Knights of Isel!
"... what are you trying to say?
"Hey? If you don't know, die here without knowing."
With that word, a dagger that was held in her other hand captured his neck.
But at the same time as touching his neck, the blade tip burns red and begins to melt like a candy worker.
"Oh, no, you, you could have had such a craftsmanship. Well, I don't care. Besides, I didn't come here to kill you."
"... it's not me, is it?
"Oh, the kid there. My husband would be very satisfied if I took your neck. It's the end of the world. It's all good."
"Right. Don't be paranoid, miss."
A voice sounded that didn't belong to anyone on the spot, as well as herself flying towards the back of her head.
I glance at her falling unconscious and see if she was completely unintentionally poked, and a man one turn bigger than Zahr looks here.
"... thank you"
"Oh. Well, what's Isel's greatness doing in such a despicable place?
"I'm here to see how Forse is... things have changed. Would you like me to give her to you?"
"What am I going to use it for when I get the flesh of a young woman? Besides, why should I trust a guy who doesn't even reveal his name?
"... it's Zahr"
"Oh well. That's Mr. Zahr. This is an enemy country. If you want this guy, why don't you follow my instructions?
"... ok"
"Well, that sounds surprisingly good."
When a man squeals his nose, he turns his gaze to Ferres.
After a little thought, he opened his mouth.
"Rufaus, it's my name. I hope you didn't say hello. I don't even want to be with Isel."