Chapter 281: 307 - Ghosts are outside, and blessings are outside.
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The eyes of the political sect were dim as corpses.
After the capitol with the floating Shu in the universe, he goes through a dark passage surrounded by stone walls and out into a downpouring square of sunlight.
There was a whole array of brave men in captivity there.
Acting Adventurer Guild Church Master, Scratch Daman Scanner, had been captured with a knife stuck in his neck by William Vector.
The political sect that reached the square smiles when he finds William on his left.
"Mr. Vector, you don't need that person"
"Yes, sir."
William ripped Scratch's neck right off with a knife.
There was zero blood like a twist on the tap faucet, and the scratch collapsed on the spot as he held his neck.
When he threw Shu into the square, the political ministry confirmed the expression of those brave men.
"Hiiragi!"
Reid exclaimed as he was caught by those who wore white armor.
"What happened to him... Sonoda! Are you still in there?"
"Oh ho ho ho... the garden fields..."
Shu turned away.
I didn't know what to say.
"Romero"
Shortly after the political sect called him that name, an old grey-haired man appeared with even a thin smile next to him.
"What is it"
"Bring him."
"Yes, sir."
Romero disappeared into the swirl as the political sect summoned the swirl of the dungeon.
After a while I saw him in the back of the vortex.
It's Romero.
But unlike earlier, I'm pushing something with my hand.
Together they gazed and saw how it was.
"This is Kenshiro Garden."
What showed up was a man like a dried mummy, sitting in a wheelchair.
Hair is falling out, cheeks are rolling, flesh is thin and abrasive.
It is a condition of a piece of skin, which is no longer visible to humans.
A thin jacket of the type that comes with a string and stops at the front, woven with only one feather, otherwise not worn.
So the miserable appearance seemed plain to them.
"Lies...... right. Liar, this is... this can't be the park!
Shu stared at him blindly with a look like he had been sucked out of his liveliness with a smudge on the ground of tiles.
Nature and tears transmit cheeks, eyes nailed.
Gardenia reaches out and laughs at the sun's setting sky, uttering an unintelligible word: "Ahhh... ahh..."
As if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, the brave men imagined what had happened to him in the garden.
Each one devoured his teeth, wept, and turned away from the garden, smiling gently.
"When I found out that I had quite created a hobby, such as the Brave Men's Party, I thought this might be a good opportunity. Just when you changed your name from an association of brave men to a regular club, the real garden fields disappeared from before you. Until the last two years, exactly a year and six months, or this wonderful state of Gardenia's loss of heart, I had a late supper about how to kill Saab, and I talked to this guy every night, I couldn't come up with a good idea. All I'm saying is cold words like rethink it."
"No way, did you kill Saab..."
Kamii Painting Mi was stunned and held her mouth by accident.
She had her roots grabbed by the white armored man and was pressed to the ground.
Next door, his best friend Chiharu handwashes suffers in a similar way.
"Everyone else..."
The same goes for Nagazo Haruhiko, but what's slightly different from the others is that he's holding hands with his lover Jessica Yamanaka while being pressed to the ground.
The hands are firmly gripped between the fingertips.
She was similarly, restrained by a white knight.
"Coming up, I got my hands on it from Saab first to start. But clearly, there is no resentment against anyone else, including you. It seems to me that your relationship with me was to such an extent that time would solve it. Saab was different, but then about Kida. I'm going to give him the end he deserves."
"Neither does he... one article, are you going to kill him?
Shu (Hiragi) was up.
Are you injured or even holding your left elbow?
"Zhu Yin..."
Next door is a restrained Kato Shiori figure, worried about the childhood tame Shiori.
"Shiori, it's okay. Because I'm fine."
Shu lined up the words "it's okay" to calm Shiori down.
"I've been looking for you for a long time..."
As if he was still looking for hope, Shu told the political ministry.
"If you had good intentions, let's say I had been eaten to death in that dark dungeon by a mimic turned into a serpent king or giant, no, by a mimic turned into a box, would you guys have found a dungeon of Zephyr in a different dimension that I don't even know where it is, picked up my bones and dug it in the grave? No, I won't do that. On the contrary, during that time I would have forgotten and enjoyed life in different worlds. I hope it is now. It's like a good thing because you were alive, because I appeared floating and alive, and you reassured yourselves somewhere in your heart that there was no dust on you, sweeping away your sins with clutter (brooms). It's like being stuck in a locker in the corner of a classroom, the one with the season. It's such a mess, only to be noticed that it's been hurting since it broke. That's right... you guys only notice after things happen. Because we only see things from the front, not the back, not the sides. So for the past two years, I haven't even noticed that Gardenia, a member of an important regular club, was a wax doll, and I've been listening to my orders that can be conveyed via puppets. You puppet manipulated people... how was that, happy?
Including Shu, many of the words of the political sect were incomprehensible to each.
The political sect is not going to make you understand either.
Shu said.
"... one article has been looking for you. Still, you..."
"I'm not going to go along with hypocrisy"
"... hypocrisy? Is one action hypocritical?
Shu doubted the words of the political sect.
"People's behavior comes with convenience. There's no reason to know about his convenience, but if you find me, you can guess that something of him was saved. He just wanted to get rid of that guilt that you guys are holding thin. He's a weak-minded guy, he's an egoist, not at all."
The political sect laughed thinly and mocked the one that was not here.
"Yes... since the beginning..."
"Yes, I've never thought of you guys as my people from the beginning. My sensibilities only recognize you as foreign objects in this world. It's time to get tired of talking about it, let's just say we kill it before it gets worse."
"Medical condition?"
The moment Shu asked him that, the political ministry was too dismayed to snap the neck of the garden.
The neck fell quietly and stopped on the park's own lap.
"Masamune... you fucked up..."
Reid ate up and toothpicked.
Angry eyes are directed.
"Oh, I did, but you weren't listening, former White King knight. Saab has already been rewarded. I'm telling you, it wasn't like this when I was Saab. I gave him the highest peak of cruelty. There's no such thing."
"I know... I know, I do that..."
Shu leaks his words, as he doubts the words of the political sect.
"What?" Zhengzheng looked down suspiciously.
"What did you do to him? ……
"I took what he cared most about, and I took the art of scratching his feet. Hands and feet."
Tears streamed through Shu's eyes again.
"It's crazy..." he muttered, his eyes wet in tears, Shu rounded his eyes and stared at the political sect.
"I'm not the one who's crazy"
"Are you going to kill Mr. Nishijo too, she's... she's your childhood friend, isn't she?
Kamii Painting Mi was also in tears.
I am disturbed by the appearance of a scratch on my head.
With a trembling look, he watched the dead garden field right next to the political sect.
"... maybe"
The political sect hoisted only one corner of his mouth and laughed.
It's not a making smile, it's something natural like that by accident.
"Oh no..."
She was stunned.
"I sympathize. You guys were just involved, so to speak. I've wanted a different world for some time, and that's why that summons itself was a good opportunity. Except that Alice summoned me. Oh, yeah, I'm the one who killed the Ariels, did I tell you this story?
The colour had disappeared from the expression of the brave men.
That was the first fact I was told, but each was no longer surprised.
By killing the garden in front of me, I understood a man named Hikaru.
"That's when what Saab was saying was true. Nito's magic was grossly similar to what appeared in Greyberg that day..."
Shu snapped, staring blindly at Tile.
"That was a failure. I wasn't thinking that much. Sure, it must have been just after sunrise that you destroyed the castle, but how early are you guys getting up? You didn't do much training."
The political sect laughed in a natural atmosphere.
I have shards and bellies.
Something seems to have gotten into my bump.
"Shu was a high-flying student who always looked down on others because of his family pattern. He watched me in the eyes of the audience. It makes sense to kill. But you're not."
Shinto turned his gaze to Kamii Painting Mi, Chiharu your Hand Wash, Haruhiko Nagazo, and Jessica Yamanaka.
"Handwash to Kamii, you guys leave the classroom after lunch break and probably head to the library. He's a resident of the same library as Gardenia. I've seen it several times. You guys are figurines in the classroom. But not in the library, where some users may have just come to borrow books, but most of them gathered with no other place, people of the same mind. Always the same face, all about anime and lanobe what you talk about. It fits the story. Instead of being figurines in the classroom, you don't hold grudges. So I don't even have contact with people like me. Speaking of which, you're not. You're a returning child."
The political sect saw Jessica Yamanaka.
"You did move here from Finland. Poor thing, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in a subpoena if I hadn't even come to that school. I've only spoken to him once one day. Well, Finland is the birthplace of Death Metal, so I thought we might fit in.... maybe I wanted something from you, from a different country, just like I asked for something from another world, then I wanted something"
Jessica Yamanaka didn't change her expression in a strange way.
It looks like we are no longer talking about political sects.
"But you said you wouldn't listen to Death Metal, so I haven't spoken to you since. Long section, long section with a big name... you were definitely called alkaline or something"
That is the nickname of the long-service Haruhiko.
"I thought you were going to sit at the bottom of the school karst, my only friend and lover of my returning child's blonde beauty, and it was shady and amusing around you like that. Why would a guy like a woman go out with a beauty when he's a man? That's why I took it between genders and called it" alkaline. "
Zhengzheng shifted his gaze to your handwash Chiharu and said, "You have no impression."
"I was always beside Kamii, and I never saw him talking. Apparently, I also know why Kamii is a classmate from elementary school and childhood friendly. I'm not good at exercising because of my frightened personality. You're shy, you laugh and you deceive everything."
The political sect turned his back on them once, and went on to talk about taking a deep breath.
"I hated the world like that. Others, prying others while speaking of others, half-knowingly slapping their pussies behind them. When I can see it, I look down and laugh when my judgment hardens. A race that defines the value of others on its own, defines its relationship with itself, and only judges people by whether they can see it or not. A race that can only speak of things in a limited dimension: dualism. Ghosts are outside, unknown blessings are outside - non-interfering but only pubic is routine. I have no remorse for scorning others. It is a dark creature that brings together the roots of the world's stench, its starches, in the pattern of land, ethnicity and everything. You can't possibly bring something like that into this sublime, clear world! Blasphemy to the other world!
The tone of the political sect gradually became feverish.
Each becomes accustomed to this air space over time, making it a little easier to understand the language of the political ministry.
But by then, it was time for the political minister to finish the conversation.
"Repent when you are reincarnated. I know, I'm the star, right? But............... if I am the star of the world, you are the ones who created it, there is no birth evil. Thank you so much for educating me, old worthless friends."
The political sect wielded the Executioner's Axe as if the beast had taken over.
At first, Kamii's torso was amputated from his left shoulder to his right flank.
A political sect that bathes in return blood all alone.
Ringing, your handwash Chiharu screams.
"Painting Mi!" I have screamed many times.
The political sect said, "Do you still have tinnitus!" and with a delightful grin that hoisted both corners of her mouth as she swung away the murmur as she swung her own head, she swung the axe sideways and clasped her hand wash Chiharu's neck, shaking it down even more vertically and breaking her body.
Return blood dyed the entire body of the political sect red.
The red second is stiff on his face as if he were wearing a full face mask of deep red.
That is no longer the appearance of the Nito, not the Hitachi sect.
Wearing the face of a dwarf chief, the appearance of Nito.
I see a full, cramped grin on my mouth.
The political sect swung its axe unconsciously.
"Haruhiko!"
The brain weather of the long-service Haruhiko opened thoroughly, the brain was exposed, and the screams of Jessica Yamanaka burst.
"It's no longer worth it for a returning child! This is a different world! There are as many of you as there are, their beauty is also elephant!
To her pleading in tears, the political ministry waved down an axe.
"You're next, Miss Treasurer's Goldfish Hun -" Irrational Robbery "!
Kato Shiori was beaten through his heart by the magic of robbery.
"Oops!," he said when he bled out of his mouth, "Shiori!" I heard Shu's cries of sorrow, but shortly thereafter the axe of the executor had been waved down.
Zhengzheng pulled out the tip of an axe stabbed in the head of Shu, lying with blood spitting and eyes popping out.
Washing blood with skill "Wash" causes the axe to be stored in different spaces.
Reid, already untied, had lost his word before that tragedy.
"You... what the hell did you do..."
A shuddering voice.
Reid's gaze was not their body or their political ministry, he was looking at another floor somewhere.
The gaze immediately turned to the political sect and turned into a stare of sorrow.
Before that sight, Reid was finally mindful.
"You made the wrong choice."
The political ministry told him quietly.
Reid looks up slowly.
"I shouldn't have gotten involved with these guys, that's all"
The political ministry flattened his hand to Reid.
I have sloping, dripping eyes.
But I can't help grieving.
Those eyes looking down at Reid look like colorless beads.
"Sierra grieves..."
I didn't see the hesitation that the word deserved.
As Reid slowly closed his eyes, the political ministry chanted "The Erosion's Wave, Disparaise Aura".
Without hesitation, the magic was activated.
There was nothing left, and the political sect looked around, changing his expression as he had turned to me.
Looking up at the great skies of the other world with a bloody expression, the political ministry meditated his eyes in the wind.
The political sect was immersed in memories with them over the past year and a half.
A casual conversation I had with the long-service Haruhiko.
His laughter.
When he sees Jessica Yamanaka smiling at him to mix with the conversation, the political ministry leaves the scene.
I remember talking to Kamii about a childhood bird.
The appearance of Chiharu, the handwasher, who is restless.
When I was in a meeting with Shu and Gardenia on how to run the organization in the future.
A joke without any other love that was there at that time.
Kato Shiori behind Shu dyes her cheeks red every time she meets her eyes.
And the look of the garden field in the dungeon trying to bring up stories in the library many times and make them revamp.
Everything seems to be about yesterday.
The political ministry, uh, remembered about one day's graduation ceremony.
Students in the same blazer are chorusing toward the stage.
Sometimes you hear cries, and when rust approaches, they increase in number.
There was a chorus in the head of the political sect and a playful sound of the piano keyboard.
The political sect crossed and walked over the body of a cumulative classmate as he snorted through the phrase.
In front of the capitol, where no sign of a person has been found.
Splashing guts and a breeze that makes iron stink.
When in the wind sounds, the nose song of the political sect lingers -.
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The eyes of the political sect were dim as corpses.
After the capitol with the floating Shu in the universe, he goes through a dark passage surrounded by stone walls and out into a downpouring square of sunlight.
There was a whole array of brave men in captivity there.
Acting Adventurer Guild Church Master, Scratch Daman Scanner, had been captured with a knife stuck in his neck by William Vector.
The political sect that reached the square smiles when he finds William on his left.
"Mr. Vector, you don't need that person"
"Yes, sir."
William ripped Scratch's neck right off with a knife.
There was zero blood like a twist on the tap faucet, and the scratch collapsed on the spot as he held his neck.
When he threw Shu into the square, the political ministry confirmed the expression of those brave men.
"Hiiragi!"
Reid exclaimed as he was caught by those who wore white armor.
"What happened to him... Sonoda! Are you still in there?"
"Oh ho ho ho... the garden fields..."
Shu turned away.
I didn't know what to say.
"Romero"
Shortly after the political sect called him that name, an old grey-haired man appeared with even a thin smile next to him.
"What is it"
"Bring him."
"Yes, sir."
Romero disappeared into the swirl as the political sect summoned the swirl of the dungeon.
After a while I saw him in the back of the vortex.
It's Romero.
But unlike earlier, I'm pushing something with my hand.
Together they gazed and saw how it was.
"This is Kenshiro Garden."
What showed up was a man like a dried mummy, sitting in a wheelchair.
Hair is falling out, cheeks are rolling, flesh is thin and abrasive.
It is a condition of a piece of skin, which is no longer visible to humans.
A thin jacket of the type that comes with a string and stops at the front, woven with only one feather, otherwise not worn.
So the miserable appearance seemed plain to them.
"Lies...... right. Liar, this is... this can't be the park!
Shu stared at him blindly with a look like he had been sucked out of his liveliness with a smudge on the ground of tiles.
Nature and tears transmit cheeks, eyes nailed.
Gardenia reaches out and laughs at the sun's setting sky, uttering an unintelligible word: "Ahhh... ahh..."
As if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, the brave men imagined what had happened to him in the garden.
Each one devoured his teeth, wept, and turned away from the garden, smiling gently.
"When I found out that I had quite created a hobby, such as the Brave Men's Party, I thought this might be a good opportunity. Just when you changed your name from an association of brave men to a regular club, the real garden fields disappeared from before you. Until the last two years, exactly a year and six months, or this wonderful state of Gardenia's loss of heart, I had a late supper about how to kill Saab, and I talked to this guy every night, I couldn't come up with a good idea. All I'm saying is cold words like rethink it."
"No way, did you kill Saab..."
Kamii Painting Mi was stunned and held her mouth by accident.
She had her roots grabbed by the white armored man and was pressed to the ground.
Next door, his best friend Chiharu handwashes suffers in a similar way.
"Everyone else..."
The same goes for Nagazo Haruhiko, but what's slightly different from the others is that he's holding hands with his lover Jessica Yamanaka while being pressed to the ground.
The hands are firmly gripped between the fingertips.
She was similarly, restrained by a white knight.
"Coming up, I got my hands on it from Saab first to start. But clearly, there is no resentment against anyone else, including you. It seems to me that your relationship with me was to such an extent that time would solve it. Saab was different, but then about Kida. I'm going to give him the end he deserves."
"Neither does he... one article, are you going to kill him?
Shu (Hiragi) was up.
Are you injured or even holding your left elbow?
"Zhu Yin..."
Next door is a restrained Kato Shiori figure, worried about the childhood tame Shiori.
"Shiori, it's okay. Because I'm fine."
Shu lined up the words "it's okay" to calm Shiori down.
"I've been looking for you for a long time..."
As if he was still looking for hope, Shu told the political ministry.
"If you had good intentions, let's say I had been eaten to death in that dark dungeon by a mimic turned into a serpent king or giant, no, by a mimic turned into a box, would you guys have found a dungeon of Zephyr in a different dimension that I don't even know where it is, picked up my bones and dug it in the grave? No, I won't do that. On the contrary, during that time I would have forgotten and enjoyed life in different worlds. I hope it is now. It's like a good thing because you were alive, because I appeared floating and alive, and you reassured yourselves somewhere in your heart that there was no dust on you, sweeping away your sins with clutter (brooms). It's like being stuck in a locker in the corner of a classroom, the one with the season. It's such a mess, only to be noticed that it's been hurting since it broke. That's right... you guys only notice after things happen. Because we only see things from the front, not the back, not the sides. So for the past two years, I haven't even noticed that Gardenia, a member of an important regular club, was a wax doll, and I've been listening to my orders that can be conveyed via puppets. You puppet manipulated people... how was that, happy?
Including Shu, many of the words of the political sect were incomprehensible to each.
The political sect is not going to make you understand either.
Shu said.
"... one article has been looking for you. Still, you..."
"I'm not going to go along with hypocrisy"
"... hypocrisy? Is one action hypocritical?
Shu doubted the words of the political sect.
"People's behavior comes with convenience. There's no reason to know about his convenience, but if you find me, you can guess that something of him was saved. He just wanted to get rid of that guilt that you guys are holding thin. He's a weak-minded guy, he's an egoist, not at all."
The political sect laughed thinly and mocked the one that was not here.
"Yes... since the beginning..."
"Yes, I've never thought of you guys as my people from the beginning. My sensibilities only recognize you as foreign objects in this world. It's time to get tired of talking about it, let's just say we kill it before it gets worse."
"Medical condition?"
The moment Shu asked him that, the political ministry was too dismayed to snap the neck of the garden.
The neck fell quietly and stopped on the park's own lap.
"Masamune... you fucked up..."
Reid ate up and toothpicked.
Angry eyes are directed.
"Oh, I did, but you weren't listening, former White King knight. Saab has already been rewarded. I'm telling you, it wasn't like this when I was Saab. I gave him the highest peak of cruelty. There's no such thing."
"I know... I know, I do that..."
Shu leaks his words, as he doubts the words of the political sect.
"What?" Zhengzheng looked down suspiciously.
"What did you do to him? ……
"I took what he cared most about, and I took the art of scratching his feet. Hands and feet."
Tears streamed through Shu's eyes again.
"It's crazy..." he muttered, his eyes wet in tears, Shu rounded his eyes and stared at the political sect.
"I'm not the one who's crazy"
"Are you going to kill Mr. Nishijo too, she's... she's your childhood friend, isn't she?
Kamii Painting Mi was also in tears.
I am disturbed by the appearance of a scratch on my head.
With a trembling look, he watched the dead garden field right next to the political sect.
"... maybe"
The political sect hoisted only one corner of his mouth and laughed.
It's not a making smile, it's something natural like that by accident.
"Oh no..."
She was stunned.
"I sympathize. You guys were just involved, so to speak. I've wanted a different world for some time, and that's why that summons itself was a good opportunity. Except that Alice summoned me. Oh, yeah, I'm the one who killed the Ariels, did I tell you this story?
The colour had disappeared from the expression of the brave men.
That was the first fact I was told, but each was no longer surprised.
By killing the garden in front of me, I understood a man named Hikaru.
"That's when what Saab was saying was true. Nito's magic was grossly similar to what appeared in Greyberg that day..."
Shu snapped, staring blindly at Tile.
"That was a failure. I wasn't thinking that much. Sure, it must have been just after sunrise that you destroyed the castle, but how early are you guys getting up? You didn't do much training."
The political sect laughed in a natural atmosphere.
I have shards and bellies.
Something seems to have gotten into my bump.
"Shu was a high-flying student who always looked down on others because of his family pattern. He watched me in the eyes of the audience. It makes sense to kill. But you're not."
Shinto turned his gaze to Kamii Painting Mi, Chiharu your Hand Wash, Haruhiko Nagazo, and Jessica Yamanaka.
"Handwash to Kamii, you guys leave the classroom after lunch break and probably head to the library. He's a resident of the same library as Gardenia. I've seen it several times. You guys are figurines in the classroom. But not in the library, where some users may have just come to borrow books, but most of them gathered with no other place, people of the same mind. Always the same face, all about anime and lanobe what you talk about. It fits the story. Instead of being figurines in the classroom, you don't hold grudges. So I don't even have contact with people like me. Speaking of which, you're not. You're a returning child."
The political sect saw Jessica Yamanaka.
"You did move here from Finland. Poor thing, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in a subpoena if I hadn't even come to that school. I've only spoken to him once one day. Well, Finland is the birthplace of Death Metal, so I thought we might fit in.... maybe I wanted something from you, from a different country, just like I asked for something from another world, then I wanted something"
Jessica Yamanaka didn't change her expression in a strange way.
It looks like we are no longer talking about political sects.
"But you said you wouldn't listen to Death Metal, so I haven't spoken to you since. Long section, long section with a big name... you were definitely called alkaline or something"
That is the nickname of the long-service Haruhiko.
"I thought you were going to sit at the bottom of the school karst, my only friend and lover of my returning child's blonde beauty, and it was shady and amusing around you like that. Why would a guy like a woman go out with a beauty when he's a man? That's why I took it between genders and called it" alkaline. "
Zhengzheng shifted his gaze to your handwash Chiharu and said, "You have no impression."
"I was always beside Kamii, and I never saw him talking. Apparently, I also know why Kamii is a classmate from elementary school and childhood friendly. I'm not good at exercising because of my frightened personality. You're shy, you laugh and you deceive everything."
The political sect turned his back on them once, and went on to talk about taking a deep breath.
"I hated the world like that. Others, prying others while speaking of others, half-knowingly slapping their pussies behind them. When I can see it, I look down and laugh when my judgment hardens. A race that defines the value of others on its own, defines its relationship with itself, and only judges people by whether they can see it or not. A race that can only speak of things in a limited dimension: dualism. Ghosts are outside, unknown blessings are outside - non-interfering but only pubic is routine. I have no remorse for scorning others. It is a dark creature that brings together the roots of the world's stench, its starches, in the pattern of land, ethnicity and everything. You can't possibly bring something like that into this sublime, clear world! Blasphemy to the other world!
The tone of the political sect gradually became feverish.
Each becomes accustomed to this air space over time, making it a little easier to understand the language of the political ministry.
But by then, it was time for the political minister to finish the conversation.
"Repent when you are reincarnated. I know, I'm the star, right? But............... if I am the star of the world, you are the ones who created it, there is no birth evil. Thank you so much for educating me, old worthless friends."
The political sect wielded the Executioner's Axe as if the beast had taken over.
At first, Kamii's torso was amputated from his left shoulder to his right flank.
A political sect that bathes in return blood all alone.
Ringing, your handwash Chiharu screams.
"Painting Mi!" I have screamed many times.
The political sect said, "Do you still have tinnitus!" and with a delightful grin that hoisted both corners of her mouth as she swung away the murmur as she swung her own head, she swung the axe sideways and clasped her hand wash Chiharu's neck, shaking it down even more vertically and breaking her body.
Return blood dyed the entire body of the political sect red.
The red second is stiff on his face as if he were wearing a full face mask of deep red.
That is no longer the appearance of the Nito, not the Hitachi sect.
Wearing the face of a dwarf chief, the appearance of Nito.
I see a full, cramped grin on my mouth.
The political sect swung its axe unconsciously.
"Haruhiko!"
The brain weather of the long-service Haruhiko opened thoroughly, the brain was exposed, and the screams of Jessica Yamanaka burst.
"It's no longer worth it for a returning child! This is a different world! There are as many of you as there are, their beauty is also elephant!
To her pleading in tears, the political ministry waved down an axe.
"You're next, Miss Treasurer's Goldfish Hun -" Irrational Robbery "!
Kato Shiori was beaten through his heart by the magic of robbery.
"Oops!," he said when he bled out of his mouth, "Shiori!" I heard Shu's cries of sorrow, but shortly thereafter the axe of the executor had been waved down.
Zhengzheng pulled out the tip of an axe stabbed in the head of Shu, lying with blood spitting and eyes popping out.
Washing blood with skill "Wash" causes the axe to be stored in different spaces.
Reid, already untied, had lost his word before that tragedy.
"You... what the hell did you do..."
A shuddering voice.
Reid's gaze was not their body or their political ministry, he was looking at another floor somewhere.
The gaze immediately turned to the political sect and turned into a stare of sorrow.
Before that sight, Reid was finally mindful.
"You made the wrong choice."
The political ministry told him quietly.
Reid looks up slowly.
"I shouldn't have gotten involved with these guys, that's all"
The political ministry flattened his hand to Reid.
I have sloping, dripping eyes.
But I can't help grieving.
Those eyes looking down at Reid look like colorless beads.
"Sierra grieves..."
I didn't see the hesitation that the word deserved.
As Reid slowly closed his eyes, the political ministry chanted "The Erosion's Wave, Disparaise Aura".
Without hesitation, the magic was activated.
There was nothing left, and the political sect looked around, changing his expression as he had turned to me.
Looking up at the great skies of the other world with a bloody expression, the political ministry meditated his eyes in the wind.
The political sect was immersed in memories with them over the past year and a half.
A casual conversation I had with the long-service Haruhiko.
His laughter.
When he sees Jessica Yamanaka smiling at him to mix with the conversation, the political ministry leaves the scene.
I remember talking to Kamii about a childhood bird.
The appearance of Chiharu, the handwasher, who is restless.
When I was in a meeting with Shu and Gardenia on how to run the organization in the future.
A joke without any other love that was there at that time.
Kato Shiori behind Shu dyes her cheeks red every time she meets her eyes.
And the look of the garden field in the dungeon trying to bring up stories in the library many times and make them revamp.
Everything seems to be about yesterday.
The political ministry, uh, remembered about one day's graduation ceremony.
Students in the same blazer are chorusing toward the stage.
Sometimes you hear cries, and when rust approaches, they increase in number.
There was a chorus in the head of the political sect and a playful sound of the piano keyboard.
The political sect crossed and walked over the body of a cumulative classmate as he snorted through the phrase.
In front of the capitol, where no sign of a person has been found.
Splashing guts and a breeze that makes iron stink.
When in the wind sounds, the nose song of the political sect lingers -.
The eyes of the political sect were dim as corpses.After the capitol with the floating Shu in the universe, he goes through a dark passage surrounded by stone walls and out into a downpouring square of sunlight.There was a whole array of brave men in captivity there.Acting Adventurer Guild Church Master, Scratch Daman Scanner, had been captured with a knife stuck in his neck by William Vector.The political sect that reached the square smiles when he finds William on his left."Mr. Vector, you don't need that person""Yes, sir."William ripped Scratch's neck right off with a knife.There was zero blood like a twist on the tap faucet, and the scratch collapsed on the spot as he held his neck.When he threw Shu into the square, the political ministry confirmed the expression of those brave men."Hiiragi!"Reid exclaimed as he was caught by those who wore white armor."What happened to him... Sonoda! Are you still in there?""Oh ho ho ho... the garden fields..."Shu turned away.I didn't know what to say."Romero"Shortly after the political sect called him that name, an old grey-haired man appeared with even a thin smile next to him."What is it""Bring him.""Yes, sir."Romero disappeared into the swirl as the political sect summoned the swirl of the dungeon.After a while I saw him in the back of the vortex.It's Romero.But unlike earlier, I'm pushing something with my hand.Together they gazed and saw how it was."This is Kenshiro Garden."What showed up was a man like a dried mummy, sitting in a wheelchair.Hair is falling out, cheeks are rolling, flesh is thin and abrasive.It is a condition of a piece of skin, which is no longer visible to humans.A thin jacket of the type that comes with a string and stops at the front, woven with only one feather, otherwise not worn.So the miserable appearance seemed plain to them."Lies...... right. Liar, this is... this can't be the park! Shu stared at him blindly with a look like he had been sucked out of his liveliness with a smudge on the ground of tiles.Nature and tears transmit cheeks, eyes nailed.Gardenia reaches out and laughs at the sun's setting sky, uttering an unintelligible word: "Ahhh... ahh..."As if he hadn't seen the sun in a long time, the brave men imagined what had happened to him in the garden.Each one devoured his teeth, wept, and turned away from the garden, smiling gently."When I found out that I had quite created a hobby, such as the Brave Men's Party, I thought this might be a good opportunity. Just when you changed your name from an association of brave men to a regular club, the real garden fields disappeared from before you. Until the last two years, exactly a year and six months, or this wonderful state of Gardenia's loss of heart, I had a late supper about how to kill Saab, and I talked to this guy every night, I couldn't come up with a good idea. All I'm saying is cold words like rethink it.""No way, did you kill Saab..."Kamii Painting Mi was stunned and held her mouth by accident.She had her roots grabbed by the white armored man and was pressed to the ground.Next door, his best friend Chiharu handwashes suffers in a similar way."Everyone else..."The same goes for Nagazo Haruhiko, but what's slightly different from the others is that he's holding hands with his lover Jessica Yamanaka while being pressed to the ground.The hands are firmly gripped between the fingertips.She was similarly, restrained by a white knight."Coming up, I got my hands on it from Saab first to start. But clearly, there is no resentment against anyone else, including you. It seems to me that your relationship with me was to such an extent that time would solve it. Saab was different, but then about Kida. I'm going to give him the end he deserves.""Neither does he... one article, are you going to kill him? Shu Hiragi was up.Are you injured or even holding your left elbow?"Zhu Yin..."Next door is a restrained Kato Shiori figure, worried about the childhood tame Shiori."Shiori, it's okay. Because I'm fine."Shu lined up the words "it's okay" to calm Shiori down."I've been looking for you for a long time..."As if he was still looking for hope, Shu told the political ministry."If you had good intentions, let's say I had been eaten to death in that dark dungeon by a mimic turned into a serpent king or giant, no, by a mimic turned into a box, would you guys have found a dungeon of Zephyr in a different dimension that I don't even know where it is, picked up my bones and dug it in the grave? No, I won't do that. On the contrary, during that time I would have forgotten and enjoyed life in different worlds. I hope it is now. It's like a good thing because you were alive, because I appeared floating and alive, and you reassured yourselves somewhere in your heart that there was no dust on you, sweeping away your sins with clutter brooms. It's like being stuck in a locker in the corner of a classroom, the one with the season. It's such a mess, only to be noticed that it's been hurting since it broke. That's right... you guys only notice after things happen. Because we only see things from the front, not the back, not the sides. So for the past two years, I haven't even noticed that Gardenia, a member of an important regular club, was a wax doll, and I've been listening to my orders that can be conveyed via puppets. You puppet manipulated people... how was that, happy? Including Shu, many of the words of the political sect were incomprehensible to each.The political sect is not going to make you understand either.Shu said."... one article has been looking for you. Still, you...""I'm not going to go along with hypocrisy""... hypocrisy? Is one action hypocritical? Shu doubted the words of the political sect."People's behavior comes with convenience. There's no reason to know about his convenience, but if you find me, you can guess that something of him was saved. He just wanted to get rid of that guilt that you guys are holding thin. He's a weak-minded guy, he's an egoist, not at all."The political sect laughed thinly and mocked the one that was not here."Yes... since the beginning...""Yes, I've never thought of you guys as my people from the beginning. My sensibilities only recognize you as foreign objects in this world. It's time to get tired of talking about it, let's just say we kill it before it gets worse.""Medical condition?"The moment Shu asked him that, the political ministry was too dismayed to snap the neck of the garden.The neck fell quietly and stopped on the park's own lap."Masamune... you fucked up..."Reid ate up and toothpicked.Angry eyes are directed."Oh, I did, but you weren't listening, former White King knight. Saab has already been rewarded. I'm telling you, it wasn't like this when I was Saab. I gave him the highest peak of cruelty. There's no such thing.""I know... I know, I do that..."Shu leaks his words, as he doubts the words of the political sect."What?" Zhengzheng looked down suspiciously."What did you do to him? "I took what he cared most about, and I took the art of scratching his feet. Hands and feet."Tears streamed through Shu's eyes again."It's crazy..." he muttered, his eyes wet in tears, Shu rounded his eyes and stared at the political sect."I'm not the one who's crazy""Are you going to kill Mr. Nishijo too, she's... she's your childhood friend, isn't she? Kamii Painting Mi was also in tears.I am disturbed by the appearance of a scratch on my head.With a trembling look, he watched the dead garden field right next to the political sect."... maybe"The political sect hoisted only one corner of his mouth and laughed.It's not a making smile, it's something natural like that by accident."Oh no..."She was stunned."I sympathize. You guys were just involved, so to speak. I've wanted a different world for some time, and that's why that summons itself was a good opportunity. Except that Alice summoned me. Oh, yeah, I'm the one who killed the Ariels, did I tell you this story? The colour had disappeared from the expression of the brave men.That was the first fact I was told, but each was no longer surprised.By killing the garden in front of me, I understood a man named Hikaru."That's when what Saab was saying was true. Nito's magic was grossly similar to what appeared in Greyberg that day..."Shu snapped, staring blindly at Tile."That was a failure. I wasn't thinking that much. Sure, it must have been just after sunrise that you destroyed the castle, but how early are you guys getting up? You didn't do much training."The political sect laughed in a natural atmosphere.I have shards and bellies.Something seems to have gotten into my bump."Shu was a high-flying student who always looked down on others because of his family pattern. He watched me in the eyes of the audience. It makes sense to kill. But you're not."Shinto turned his gaze to Kamii Painting Mi, Chiharu your Hand Wash, Haruhiko Nagazo, and Jessica Yamanaka."Handwash to Kamii, you guys leave the classroom after lunch break and probably head to the library. He's a resident of the same library as Gardenia. I've seen it several times. You guys are figurines in the classroom. But not in the library, where some users may have just come to borrow books, but most of them gathered with no other place, people of the same mind. Always the same face, all about anime and lanobe what you talk about. It fits the story. Instead of being figurines in the classroom, you don't hold grudges. So I don't even have contact with people like me. Speaking of which, you're not. You're a returning child."The political sect saw Jessica Yamanaka."You did move here from Finland. Poor thing, I wouldn't have gotten caught up in a subpoena if I hadn't even come to that school. I've only spoken to him once one day. Well, Finland is the birthplace of Death Metal, so I thought we might fit in.... maybe I wanted something from you, from a different country, just like I asked for something from another world, then I wanted something"Jessica Yamanaka didn't change her expression in a strange way.It looks like we are no longer talking about political sects."But you said you wouldn't listen to Death Metal, so I haven't spoken to you since. Long section, long section with a big name... you were definitely called alkaline or something"That is the nickname of the long-service Haruhiko."I thought you were going to sit at the bottom of the school karst, my only friend and lover of my returning child's blonde beauty, and it was shady and amusing around you like that. Why would a guy like a woman go out with a beauty when he's a man? That's why I took it between genders and called it" alkaline. "Zhengzheng shifted his gaze to your handwash Chiharu and said, "You have no impression.""I was always beside Kamii, and I never saw him talking. Apparently, I also know why Kamii is a classmate from elementary school and childhood friendly. I'm not good at exercising because of my frightened personality. You're shy, you laugh and you deceive everything."The political sect turned his back on them once, and went on to talk about taking a deep breath."I hated the world like that. Others, prying others while speaking of others, half-knowingly slapping their pussies behind them. When I can see it, I look down and laugh when my judgment hardens. A race that defines the value of others on its own, defines its relationship with itself, and only judges people by whether they can see it or not. A race that can only speak of things in a limited dimension: dualism. Ghosts are outside, unknown blessings are outside - non-interfering but only pubic is routine. I have no remorse for scorning others. It is a dark creature that brings together the roots of the world's stench, its starches, in the pattern of land, ethnicity and everything. You can't possibly bring something like that into this sublime, clear world! Blasphemy to the other world! The tone of the political sect gradually became feverish.Each becomes accustomed to this air space over time, making it a little easier to understand the language of the political ministry.But by then, it was time for the political minister to finish the conversation."Repent when you are reincarnated. I know, I'm the star, right? But............... if I am the star of the world, you are the ones who created it, there is no birth evil. Thank you so much for educating me, old worthless friends."The political sect wielded the Executioner's Axe as if the beast had taken over.At first, Kamii's torso was amputated from his left shoulder to his right flank.A political sect that bathes in return blood all alone.Ringing, your handwash Chiharu screams."Painting Mi!" I have screamed many times.The political sect said, "Do you still have tinnitus!" and with a delightful grin that hoisted both corners of her mouth as she swung away the murmur as she swung her own head, she swung the axe sideways and clasped her hand wash Chiharu's neck, shaking it down even more vertically and breaking her body.Return blood dyed the entire body of the political sect red.The red second is stiff on his face as if he were wearing a full face mask of deep red.That is no longer the appearance of the Nito, not the Hitachi sect.Wearing the face of a dwarf chief, the appearance of Nito.I see a full, cramped grin on my mouth.The political sect swung its axe unconsciously."Haruhiko!"The brain weather of the long-service Haruhiko opened thoroughly, the brain was exposed, and the screams of Jessica Yamanaka burst."It's no longer worth it for a returning child! This is a different world! There are as many of you as there are, their beauty is also elephant! To her pleading in tears, the political ministry waved down an axe."You're next, Miss Treasurer's Goldfish Hun -" Irrational Robbery "!Kato Shiori was beaten through his heart by the magic of robbery."Oops!," he said when he bled out of his mouth, "Shiori!" I heard Shu's cries of sorrow, but shortly thereafter the axe of the executor had been waved down.Zhengzheng pulled out the tip of an axe stabbed in the head of Shu, lying with blood spitting and eyes popping out.Washing blood with skill "Wash" causes the axe to be stored in different spaces.Reid, already untied, had lost his word before that tragedy."You... what the hell did you do..."A shuddering voice.Reid's gaze was not their body or their political ministry, he was looking at another floor somewhere.The gaze immediately turned to the political sect and turned into a stare of sorrow.Before that sight, Reid was finally mindful."You made the wrong choice."The political ministry told him quietly.Reid looks up slowly."I shouldn't have gotten involved with these guys, that's all"The political ministry flattened his hand to Reid.I have sloping, dripping eyes.But I can't help grieving.Those eyes looking down at Reid look like colorless beads."Sierra grieves..."I didn't see the hesitation that the word deserved.As Reid slowly closed his eyes, the political ministry chanted "The Erosion's Wave, Disparaise Aura".Without hesitation, the magic was activated.There was nothing left, and the political sect looked around, changing his expression as he had turned to me.Looking up at the great skies of the other world with a bloody expression, the political ministry meditated his eyes in the wind.The political sect was immersed in memories with them over the past year and a half.A casual conversation I had with the long-service Haruhiko.His laughter.When he sees Jessica Yamanaka smiling at him to mix with the conversation, the political ministry leaves the scene.I remember talking to Kamii about a childhood bird.The appearance of Chiharu, the handwasher, who is restless.When I was in a meeting with Shu and Gardenia on how to run the organization in the future.A joke without any other love that was there at that time.Kato Shiori behind Shu dyes her cheeks red every time she meets her eyes.And the look of the garden field in the dungeon trying to bring up stories in the library many times and make them revamp.Everything seems to be about yesterday.The political ministry, uh, remembered about one day's graduation ceremony.Students in the same blazer are chorusing toward the stage.Sometimes you hear cries, and when rust approaches, they increase in number.There was a chorus in the head of the political sect and a playful sound of the piano keyboard.The political sect crossed and walked over the body of a cumulative classmate as he snorted through the phrase.In front of the capitol, where no sign of a person has been found.Splashing guts and a breeze that makes iron stink.When in the wind sounds, the nose song of the political sect lingers -.
