Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

- In the end, I wonder what I really wanted to do.

A young man like your grandson, who stroked his little finger through his figure in the window and came behind his brown hair, clouds the glass with a sigh.

Scarlet Mountain sadness. He turned his gaze outside the window and thought that.

Dinas City nights are quiet.

But it's like a volcano on the verge of an eruption.

No emotional whereabouts pushed to solidify by fear and lost ground.

It was such a dangerous tranquility that riots were still likely to occur.

Scarlet Mountain Sorrow stood by a dark window in the private room of Adventurer Alliance headquarters.

This is no longer the last place to grieve.

A grief that could not flow anywhere was only the last place at the end of the vast Alvaris.

The brave Isagi traveled and even that weak celebration has gone.

I don't know where Chelsea is. There's just one, only myself stopping.

This earth, covered in red clouds and unreachable moonlight. Grief is just one human being crawling.

Stupid. If I saw who I was a while ago, I would mock you. I laugh at my ruined self, I feel arrogant that I can't possibly make mistakes, and I still repeat myself thousands of times.

I failed twice.

I couldn't protect Luna for the first time, and for that she died covering herself.

If that hadn't happened, I wouldn't have overlooked the fuelling of the divine tribe like I do now.

And the second time.

Even in this age of redoing, grief failed.

I thought I could do everything well, but I didn't.

He plays the windowsill with his fingers, and his grief turns to his desk again. Only clerical work was so stacked that there was likely to be an avalanche, and that fact that 'it is needed' seemed to support my current grief.

Grief was a hero, but not a brave man.

Those who lead men could not follow.

"Really, what am I doing?"

As I continue to work in my room, visitors visit me even though it is late at night.

Hilarious. Scattering. Many women came.

Every one of them was a beautiful woman and noble ladies.

Meeting people is part of the job, of course. Previous grievances have done so. But only this time, it's really good for a hundred million.

All the women were anxious about the current situation, sadly seeking explanations and wanting words of relief.

I know all about them.

Of course, because she's the woman I've been using.

As they deal with each other with the intention of appropriately revealing themselves, they end up showing resolute strength and encouraging themselves to grieve.

Even this period was full of women whose hearts stood still. I guess that's why it was worth using.

I tell the ladies that my grief is laughing.

"It's all right, Adventurer Guild won't lose."

The eyes were laughing, but the heart behind them was chilled out.

He drives back for a reason that he's busy, and his grief takes him deep into the chair.

I never thought talking to people would drain so much energy.

My eyes are lying around and my feelings are stained with the notion of giving up.

It's impossible.

The power of the Divine Nation is tremendous. The final line of defense on which the celebration stands will soon be broken through as well.

I sent a man from my hometown to the dead.

Though an act to save a person's race, it is not to be forgiven.

Just lay down your sins.

Gloomy.

If I stay in this room, I'm going to rot.

- Wherever you go, it's the same thing.

When she stood up, she grabbed the Clausoras replica she was standing on.

Feel familiar with your hands. A faint fever transmits to the palm of his hand, but his grief neglected it.

The three years since the transition to this era have been three years with Isagi.

I fought him, left him, met him, and fought with him.

Isagi was the best pawn to achieve his purpose.

There must have been no further emotions.

No attachment, no friendship, no trust, no bond. I didn't want to feel anything.

I was hoping that if one day I might break up with you, I would.

Worry leaves the room.

Like a traveler who abandons even his last place, seeking a place to die.

He even wished the faint emotional swings in his mind now had disappeared.

I said to my men, "I'm coming in the wind," and I got out.

On the night of Wang Du, there is a cool breeze as expected.

But that's all.

The dewstore was closed and the vibrancy was interrupted.

There are no carriages or anything like that, and everyone and he seems to be stuck inside the house.

I passed in front of a familiar dining room, but closed.

Clothes shops, barbers, shoe shops, and carvers. The city was dead.

This place is like the bottom of a precipitated water, I thought.

Is this the last city of mankind, Dinas City?

This would be much better for me right now.

Worries walk down the street with such a crappy sense of superiority that you don't even know what for.

If I thought I was just alone in the world, this situation even seemed clear. The city of doomed civilization is a great walk away.

But then.

Under cloudy weather, I was called out.

You look terrible.

I'll see.

There stood a woman in thin silk. Stretched long flax hair, not bad style. I put my arms around the spill and stare at this one with my eyes flushing.

I saw each other.

"Did you tell me?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna fall down now."

Hmm.

The grief lays his hands on his face. I don't know.

The cord was drawn to wield his arms gently to create a surface of water on the ground.

Peek in. I didn't know it through the windowsill, but it does have a dark bear carved under my eyes.

"I see. Maybe so."

"Oh, my God, what a job."

"Sort of."

You think you're an official for the sadness of wearing the Adventurer Alliance uniform. Well, you're right. Regardless of the position (or so).

The woman pointed to a nearby house.

"How about a little rest?

"I'm not in that mood. I'll give you the money."

"... you seem to be mistaken about something"

The woman put her finger on her temple and laughed with a frown root.

"I'm not a businesswoman. I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations."

"Well, I thought it was more cluttered to ask you out."

"Here."

The distressed disrespectful voice felt somewhat nostalgic.

Alley to alley. Due to the darkness of the city as a whole, I have a different impression than usual, but it was a common residential area inhabited by civilians.

I didn't mean to, I just followed.

I thought the woman was about her age, but I was surprised.

"Here, it's a customer! Be quiet!

When I got to the house, I was put through to the dining room.

There were two boys running around the table.

Plus my two sisters and my little girl brought me tea.

The grief feels like you've eaten, crushing.

"You're so busy."

"I'm so sorry... This is what I call it..."

"No, I feel fresh about this, too"

Worry makes tea without making a sound.

Kids well, I don't hate them but I don't even like them...

It's just unusual that so many energetic creatures lurk in a dead corner of the city.

As she burns her hands on the child, the woman speaks out like a public tale.

My husband's an adventurer.

"Heh."

If so, I wondered if he was dead.

But there was no grief in her narrative.

Do you still work at HQ? Then you should know about the name.

"But, well, he died six months ago."

"... n"

It also overshadowed my expectations. It was unusual for me to be sad.

Laughing refreshingly, she takes care of the children and talks.

"But since then, I've been subsidized by Adventurer Guild, and I've managed to live with four parents and four children. Thank you. My husband and the guild have been protecting us since we died."

"That's good"

The system whereby the Adventurer Guild pays favors to survivors left behind has been around for a long time. It was sad that it was further reworked.

I didn't know that, and the woman flaunted her shoulders openly.

"That's why I want to take care of you when you look like you in trouble."

"Give it back."

"I won't. Maybe it's just a favor. Look, you kids, it's time for bed!

Suddenly he shouts out loud and pulls the three children toward the bedroom.

I dropped off her hindsight, and my grief was thinking.

Speaking of the big battle six months ago, it was the Battle of the Demon King on Bravely Road.

Was the dead man using Levibstone?

It is sad that he was sent to Isagi to dispose of him.

Well, it's not even remorseful now.

There are more factors involved in the death of an adventurer than being an Alliance Master.

At any rate, the monsters had already been born when they murdered the users of Levibstone.

Then you're a dog dead. Her husband.

It doesn't mean anything.

And it shall not rain upon my heart, which is as dry as the desert of sorrow, and the moon shall not shine.

If you go back in the first place, it's pointless that you've come to this world.

The people who have survived so far are also dog dead because they die here.

In other words, is all life equally wasted?

Maybe so.

Around the time the tea at hand was emptied, the woman returned.

She sighs, sighing, as she has laid the children to sleep.

"Sorry about the noise. Kids, even at a time like this, you don't understand the situation."

"You don't seem too frightened, either."

"Compared to the others, I guess. Because this is the kneecap of Adventurer Alliance headquarters. If it was those people, they'd do something about it this time."

"Ha."

Laughter leaked unexpectedly.

"No, excuse me. But you believe a lot."

"That's right. I've seen those guys hang in there, because they're nearby."

I've seen it nearby, huh?

I couldn't stop the irony spilling like blood.

"The human eye only sees things in its own convenient breeze"

"... what does that mean"

"You've been looking at the surface for a long time and understanding. Maybe you've been wondering. Adventurer Guild HQ seems to have terrible contents. It's miraculous that no deserters leave this period."

Maybe she laughed so optimistically that she talked. Despair, like spreading a contagious disease.

"The truth is, guys, I'm giving up. Not telling the citizens is to prevent riots. Hope is nowhere to be found in a battle where no one can save them where they have risked their lives. That's why."

There was no longer a gruesome grin on her sad face.

"I see."

When I said that and laughed, the woman had offered me a palm.

Shortly after the sorrow avoided its fingertips and looked up at her face.

- I got my cheeks up.

It sounded good, like it sounded around.

The sorrow had made his eyes black and white for a while.

Couldn't the sorrowful eye that had even cut out Amarier's sword trident capture that extent?

The power of the opponent is equal to nothing.

The pain comes late.

The ginseng noodles were slightly hot for why.

"That's how you do it, and you're looking down on everybody. You're saying something great when you feel like you know how people feel."

"... what?

The woman looks at her grief quietly. I had no feelings there because I was used to scolding children.

But I didn't care for his eyes.

The Grief is the Alliance Master. It is the apex of the adventurers.

Yet what is this woman who says great things?

"I know, I think I know the whole story. I know what will happen to this world. It's not enough to take each person's misery or grief."

"That's what I'm saying."

In strong words, a woman scolds her grieving mistakes.

I didn't know it was sad.

What do you know about this woman?

And

"You can't leave your back with a man without faith."

"Omae, who sacrifice the lives of others, are essentially no different from those divine tribes"

"Omae did it for himself"

- Why, say something similar to Luna?

The sorrow made his voice absurd.

"Something thoughtful! You and I have a different perspective on things! The top ones have to look at the big picture!

I don't know why.

But the more he spinned the words, the more he felt that something of himself was lost.

This was true both when I slapped the rabbit and when I sent the celebration to the dead.

What the hell, this thought?

The woman, illuminated by the thin light of the candle, stares at her grief as she joins her hands.

"My kids."

……

When she smiled bitterly, she opened her hands.

"I've been strangely clever lately, and I just scolded you for what, and you don't listen. I'm gonna run, I'm gonna fall, but you can't fall like that. So, I knew you weren't going to fall? Then you make excuses because there was a stone this time, or because you stuck around. Including that, we said we'd fall."

"... about what?"

The grief frowned.

"When I look at you, I think so. I'm sure you're hanging in there. So much so that I could make a bear under my eyes. But I haven't noticed. You've fallen many times." I'm going to fall, it's dangerous, "he said." I wonder if there was anyone there to tell me. "

"... it"

I thought of Amarier in my head.

With winning eyes, she stood resolutely with her hands on her hips.

I didn't fail.

The grief snapped.

The woman looks at it with a pitiful gaze.

Why.

Why do you look like that?

Amarier was always stuck in the sad way.

I thought of such a red-haired woman as a child and did not deal with her.

I've been seriously angry for myself so many times.

The grief did not accept it.

Then she took her own path and headed to help Preah for Isagi.

Probably dead. I thought she was a stupid woman.

I shredded the presence of Amarier from my soul, and my heart of sorrow became even more empty.

For just one purpose, I was going to throw everything away.

The only thing left in my grieving hands right now is myself.

A shimmering fire creates a complex shadow on the wall.

The shadows were huge, but the woes that stood here were tiny in size.

"There's nothing I've tried to do that didn't work out for me."

Worry grips my fist.

It still is.

It doesn't change.

If the sorrow is concerned, the woman in front of her turns into an unspeakable piece of meat in an instant.

I won't be able to slap my mouth down.

Even women, even money, can get anything.

Position, talent.

In just two years I even got up and down to the Alliance Master.

There is no one who can make an opinion of himself.

Thousands of people, in enviable positions, are sorrowful.

It should be. So I'm not wrong.

"So that's what happened to you."

……

Don't pity me.

Words that went out to his throat were burned to the fire of his soul, leaving no dust.

The grief lifted up his palm.

In front of my face, squeeze.

"Eyes that see everything through, don't take it for crap, and do something about it. It could be hard, but hard work."

The rabbit's face floated.

The face of the celebration came to mind.

A cheap face came to mind.

And Luna's face floated, like she was always putting up with something.

"One, or"

Is Luna still fighting alone somewhere?

against that large group of divine tribes, alone.

To protect people, alone.

Oh.

Leave her alone, why am I in a place like this?

"Yes, there's one thing. Just one thing really. Like a chicken chow, it's all a mess. You want to do something. Then let me pierce it."

The woman's voice, contrary to its content, remains gentle.

All the time, all the time. It was sweet.

It was so soft that it smudged my chest.

"Hard"

"You can do it."

"I don't know"

I even got slapped in the cheek.

It was warm.

"Even if you can't, I'll try. When it didn't work, one more time, as many times as I wanted. That's how Kickin 'Cho grows."

"I guess so."

I wiped my eyes.

I didn't know how to grieve, I was crying.

I didn't even know why.

I just felt that, for some reason, the load I carried on my shoulder was lighter.

"I will not fail again."

"I didn't do anything wrong. That's bad."

"That's okay. Thanks."

The woes control her words with their hands.

Say it again so you can bite it off.

"Thanks"

That's when Tonton and the door to the room were knocked.

A woman gets up.

It was sad to speak up.

It's me.

Gi and the door opened.

Standing there was a strange masked figure. He holds a blunt, shining sword on his lower back.

Lifting his head in the air, the man spoke a woman's voice.

"I'm here to pick you up"

"Thank you"

The woman had her eyes round.

The grief bows its head slightly.

"Thank you for your help."

"... what about you?

I lifted my hair, and my grief smiled.

Hatefully beautiful beauty dwells there.

"- It's nobody. Just, kid."

Metallica picks me up runs the carriage.

Even though it was a night lane, she was on her way to Alliance headquarters as if she were foreseeing darkness.

And he sat in line on the table, and sorrow put his cheeks upon his feet, which were put together.

Metallica opened her mouth.

"Master Shu, are you feeling a little better?"

"Well, I don't know. But what's depressing all the time is that it doesn't suit my personality."

The light mouth was the same.

The sorrow leans his neck, and whispers his own cheeks.

"I thought it was the worst thing I ever did because I was flabbergasted."

"That's true. I thought so."

"... you say,"

Grief slightly loosened his mouth to Metallica, who became a long-time associate.

"No problem. Because that's all I've done. It's so exciting to just crawl up."

"Positive, Mr. Shu."

"I didn't know either."

"Then there's another report for you."

"Well, let's hear the bad news."

Metallica laughed when she said she was sad.

"I doubt it."

"The most skilled agent in Alliance headquarters will report directly to me. I'll be ready."

"Oh, I'm not that strong, but hey."

"It's always helping. So, what?

When anxiety prompted, Metallica set the tone right.

"This is an example of what the master was asking for. There was a report of a woman with silver hair and red skin."

It's Luna.

The sorrow holds onto the wind's shaking hair.

"The location is the western part of the star-shaped third fortress Riafal. That's it."

"I see."

That's the last fortress of the people, an absolute line of defense.

If Luna were to show up, I thought it must be there.

The sorrow looks up at the moonless night sky, covered with red clouds.

Despair dominates this breast. It is impossible for mankind to defeat the divine family. The grief did not hold an optimistic view.

But my mind has decided.

Let's say it does.

And the sorrow closed his eyes, and commanded.

"Get me Flagelm Day and Leviathin, Metallica"

Metallica leaks a slightly crucified voice.

"... are you going to use that one? But that adjusted weapon is a little off track. We haven't even tested it in action, and it's too dangerous for the master."

"Don't worry about it."

"So with that output, the magic will wither."

"I know best about that. It was originally developed specifically for me."

"But..."

To the eating metallica, grief grins.

It is harder to see the moon shining in the people than the land is full of divine tribes.

But there is a moon in the heart of sorrow.

A silver moon that shines on this chest, more proud than anyone else.

Followed its brilliance, and the sorrow told.

"I'm in the mood for a brawl. I don't think about it later, just like those guys."