Unmotivated Hero’s Tale (WN)

"What's wrong... you're not going to kill me!

Already her knees poke to the ground, fatigue covered her whole body, and she no longer wields a machete.

But still, only the will to kill and the will to fight will not shrivel.

That's why she turns to the dark-haired man in front of her and turns her remaining strength into a curse.

Meanwhile, a man wearing imperial armor never answers that the battle has just been decided.

His gaze had become somewhere lonely and pitiful.

"Damn, dammit, dammit, are you going to fool this me any more?

"... I'm not fooling around. As I said earlier, it is true that your sword's skill was above mine. So I pay my respects."

"Then why am I poking my knee and you staring down at me!

That was no longer a scream close to screaming.

Of course she understands.

The fact that it does not extend itself to him.

But she couldn't accept the status quo, which was just being observed, like killing alive while already deciding on a battle.

"A modern witch. I don't want you to get me wrong, but perhaps if we work together in formal training, I'm not beyond you. But this is a battlefield. If so, the soldier wins, not the sword user. That's all. There are monsters in the world that transcend even that, like him or our mother."

"After all, is my mother and I still inferior to you? To your parents and your children who have ruined our country!

"Will you tell your mother about your country? Honestly, I didn't do anything, and I'm honest I'm in trouble if you say so."

That was honest Yui's sentiment.

He himself, although somewhat seen and heard, has naturally never set foot in the East, if not interested in the East itself.

Therefore, even if it was acceptable to be hostile, there was no other confusion in being asked to be responsible.

However, blooming night can only be regarded as a mantra for such Yui's remarks.

Because accepting his statement constitutes a fundamental denial of his own steps.

"Yours… Your very existence creates confusion in the East. The witch of the sword of her predecessors, who was supposed to have to disappear, she gave birth to you on her own."

"That's why I don't care how you say it, because I didn't choose you to have you as a child. Most people bear sins from birth. I don't mind if you interpret it that way."

"Don't fool around!

"No, I don't mean to be deceptive."

It was clear that it was no longer a conversation.

So I bid farewell to the slightest sentiment that existed in him, and Yui sighs out small when she is ready.

On the other hand, Blossom Night squeezes his strength back just a few moments, slowly, slowly rising.

"Anyway, you, I'll have your neck. And I will surely return to the East with it."

"... I'm sorry, but I'm not going to die here. And I won't even give you a snow cut. He was such an unscrupulous man, but this is the only shadow he left me. And..."

That's all he said, Yui stopped the words. And walk straight over to the fluttering girl in front of you.

"If you're going to take it away, you want me to be ready to take it away at the same time."

Arms that can be twisted up at the same time as words.

A machete to be taken away.

"You! Give it back!!!

"I'm sorry, but I'll let you borrow a little. It's okay, I'll give it back if I don't have to."

That's all he tells you, Yui drops a knife on the neck of a violent girl.

And pruned her consciousness, he redirected that gaze towards one young man who had worn out.

"It's the end, Mr. Modifier. Thank you so much. Thanks to your bothering to bring us this far, all the keys to this world have fitted into our hands. I won't let the world rewind anymore. I'm sorry, but please give up."

"Hehe, ha. I got hit. No, they did it to brilliance, mediator. I never thought I'd make it this far."

Being hurt all over his body by Alex and Lute, Emiol laughs as if he had suddenly gone mad, already full of creation.

"Am I to say that I was praised? I mean, you think you can give up?

"Oh, I'll give up. The key to world change is in your hands. Yes, this directly means a world crisis. Then you are forgiven. Seriously, yes, the need to confront you in accordance with the rules and laws of this world has now been lost."

With that word, the wounded Emiol smiles invincibly.

Then he turned to the yuys with a surprising look on his face, and he snapped a little bit of code.

"Universal Code… access. Limit code release"