The sound of playing the piano.
She was in one of Mactoria's rooms, a room lit moonlight from big glass.
A beautiful melody echoes in the room.
In the shadow of it, there was one man.
"... you're good, Mr. Sophia"
"Thank you. … Mr. Graham, wasn't it?"
In the previous world, two people were hostile.
But there's no hostility to them right now.
They were gathered in the castle after that.
Forse, Isel, Mactoria and Peswen.
The position was different, in a room where those four powerful men gathered, and Cyan said this.
"Lazareth may not wake up any more"
Wounds received from someone.
That was more profound than I thought, but the magic of the mystery was preventing him from awakening.
"... What will Mr. Sophia do now?
"I'd like to try a little more to resist. Because it's the world he tried to protect."
"Him, is it"
"Yeah, and we haven't lost yet."
Sophia says so, but I could see the strength from her expression.
Too overwhelming, raven power.
Most of the power that could be fought against them has been dispelled.
... even Lazareth, the greatest masterpiece of the witch.
Graham, too, figured it out. As he lay down his face, he smiled as if she was not familiar with the occasion.
"I was surprised at the surprisingly normal"
"... what does that mean?
"Oh no! I'm not saying it badly... because, myself, I've lived in hostility to the law of the wise, so I didn't know there was someone like Mr. Graham..."
"Oh, that's mutual. Mr. Sophia was more like this… I thought it was like I was just going to be slaughtered by the law of the wise"
"I don't..."
"Won't you?
"... undeniable"
Graham laughs at her answers.
Sophia laughed the same way after just a little peeling.
After laughing as it was, Sophia hits it like she did earlier and changes and takes a serious look.
"... let me ask you something, Mr. Graham. What the hell was the purpose of the Wise Men's Act?
"Freedom and equality."
"That's pre-construction, isn't it?
"... I meant it. At least, the Pope said he only had to have his own place, But before that, she couldn't see the presence of Isel."
"... slave"
"Yes."
Graham sits in a chair that was near the piano.
He answered the inevitable question with more seriousness than she did.
"But that's not all.... a little, could you hang out with the old story?
"Old story, is it?"
"Yes, it's necessary."
I glanced, and once I exhaled, he opened his mouth.
"Long ago, magic originally belonged to people in this world. Production by magic, life by magic, and war by magic. Many of them existed for granted."
"... a long time ago"
"That was, like, hundreds of years ago. But something has appeared that has isolated that magic from this world. They called him a brave man, and the magical war was extinguished within that day."
But he goes on to say.
"Humans began to feel powerless to live. So one created the power of a spell, and Isel spreads it toward another country. In exchange for a lot of money."
"Didn't the brave stop that?
"You can't stop it. 'Cause I created a spell because I'm a brave (...) person (...) person (...)"
Graham gets up and moves to a nearby window.
Looking straight at the moon over the glass, he spoke straight out.
"The brave man, he was an abnormal man. Prefer war and stare at the dying life. He plotted that if there was a spell, there would be another war, and many lives would disappear."
"... ugh."
"As a result, it was a success. But in the meantime, he will lose his life."
"Mentila. By the name of those who will attack the brave men of later"
He crushes the name and turns to Sofia.
"... what is the story? Not once, such as the name of Dahlia..."
"I didn't put it out. They're... they're just victims of war."
"What do you mean?
"... Mentila used to have friends. His name is Michelle. Some of Michelle's friends were Dahlia when she was still human."
Keep leaning against the side of the window.
"Michelle had made only one promise to Mentila." When I die, I want Dahlia to be safe. "
"... you were a kind man"
"Yeah. Very much....... but that michele is killed by the brave. Daria has also been sealed in the other world by the hands of the brave."
"Everything was taken away by the brave."
Sophia turns away unexpectedly.
Nor could she bear the fact, though it bears the name of a brave man.
"... nothing, I have no idea what you are called a brave man. That one, because you are you. But as you know, Isel hid the fact that magic was in this world, trying to become a one-sided victim."
……
"I couldn't forgive you. Isel, trying to hide the magically deceased, Michelle, to her."
Thank you for listening. Just say, put your hands on the door.
And as I tried to open it, her voice echoed into the room.
"Wait! Well... you can't believe everything... but still, I wanted to understand you."
"Mr. Sophia......"
"... thank you for talking"
"Welcome.... I'm also glad I got to know you before it was a full-scale war with Isel"
"I'm glad you said that,"
Finally, she adds with a slight smile.
"Lasalles will be back."
"Why?
"I know. We're still friends."
Too many troops, glancing through the window.
Seeing the sight, tongue-beating.
"Zahr. That guy... take Ferres, can you run?
"... what do you mean?
"This is how my country perished.... but I still can't abandon my pride as the Knights Commander. Ferres, one of Forse's people, and there's no escape from this land."
……
"This land was where my kid grew up. My men, and myself. Every day wasn't just a fun day, but I still don't want them to like this place they've spent."
That's what Rufaus says, put up a weapon.
Experience soon showed Zahr that he was quite capable. At the same time, not enough to survive that number against them.
But still.
"... Whatever you want"
Zahr couldn't have stopped him like that.
Rufaus nods a little and then throws something like God straight over his back.
When Zahr received it, he stayed put.
"Give it to a woman named Emil who's in Mactoria.... please, Zahr"
"... oh"
"Sorry."
Zahr nodded against his back, then took charge of Meir's body, which was tied with rope, and took Ferres' hand and ran out.
Already, Rufaus' body was worn out.
His breath is rising, and blood is gushing from all over his body.
Still, he kept staring at the beings wearing masks in front of him.
"... I thought it was a good number, but it's been a long time."
Rufaus doesn't break his tone and laughs niggly.
But his grin was weak enough to tell immediately from the side that such a thing was a void.
That's when I hear voices coming from behind him.
"... Captain! Are you safe!?
"... hey, you...!
"It's me, it's Lazareth!... you guys, what did you do to the captain!
A gray-haired young man named Lasalles rushes to his side.
Rufaus knew him.
Not very clever, clumsy, hiccup man for naming himself a wise man.
That was pretty much consistent with him.
"... get lost, you fucking kid"
Only appearance.
"...... aha, aha. Ahahahahahahaha! I didn't know you'd notice. No, that's great. Captain?"
"Fuck you, man. Smells like blood. It smells unpleasant, like the blood of a beast."
"Oh, no, this is rude of you to say. Should I wear perfume?
Rufaus was even disgusted by the young man named Lazareth, who stood aside and laughed.
The more you realize, the more power you have in your weapon gripping hand.
"Oh, you're motivated. But unfortunately, you and I can't fight."
"What... ugh!?
"My arm, it was chopped off, didn't you notice?
In front of Rufaus, a chopped right arm.
But the pain was not as good as it had been earlier, and the moment I realized it, a severe pain finally ran on his arm.
"Ga, a...... ugh!
The voiceless scream echoes.
The young man was snorting and listening to the voice.
"Oh, that sounds good. You can call it music. I've only lived to hear this sound for hundreds of years!
"... who are you...!
"" The Brave. "Destroy evil and do justice. He's the world's most powerful savior."
After he said so, Rufaus' consciousness was interrupted as if it had been cut off.