Chapter 451: Shen Bo Yuanli
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Skill 'Enchanted Poison' had conditions for activation. It passes as well to those who have bad feelings for the user, and vice versa, they do not want a great deal of effect. In addition, the subject needs to be an organism.
But the premise is broken.
"You let the magic of Non work, didn't you?
Among other things, the magic used by Ein.
"............... that's Serra"
Serra smiled and continued.
"Conditions have still not changed for organisms. But the fact that I let you act against unwilling magic... well, I thought your feelings for the Lord had nothing to do with it. It will be a question of whether or not the magic of Non itself is an obstacle to your Lord."
Therefore, an irregular force, she says.
"Deactivate the magic unleashed by also overlapping the powers of the brave. It was dominated by evolved skills and absorbed using toxin degradation."
Ain was then leaning down, then his mouth angle was rising to victory.
Sure confidence is hidden and I can see room.
As usual, there was some sunshine that I didn't see any worries about coming battles.
"Let's call it a collection of forces that were raw as Ein and cultivated to the day we say today. As much as I'd like to praise you honestly."
"I'm glad to hear from you."
"Mm-hmm. Why don't you just go down then?
――――
When he heard the words, Ain opened his eyes unexpectedly.
Serra must have been unconscious, and she didn't mean anything profound. But now words are a sign of a change of heart. The room that should have been there at first is now about to disappear.
The hand that holds Ein's Ishtal also has power.
"Come on."
And Serra disappeared after her voice, and stumbled into Ain's pocket with the wind.
Swing it up from a low position and aim at Ain's throat. The shaken sickle tore apart every distant sky, but never hit the ain of purpose.
Ain took a distance he was easy to fight.
(Together)
Now it's your turn to hunt her down.
It is a black sword Ishtal that should be called a rare famous sword, but it makes such a difference in the aura that it is likely to be sumptuous in front of Serra's sickle. But there is no more reliable sword.
"Huh-uh... Lord... Huh!?
Serra doubted her own eyes.
When I realized it, it was because Ain was imminent in front of me. Unlike what he did, he put his sword up against the top of the stairs with a horizontal giraffe.
What's amazing, though, is speed.
No wonder I couldn't catch up with my eyes at all on the looming.
"Huh!
"Ku..........................................!
This is the first time Serra has had a distressed look on her face.
She didn't get it with a blade, and she took it with her handheld, and her trunk collapsed.
"Not yet... not yet!
A gentle pursuit strikes compared to the first blow.
Light and slow, but trivial.
Because Serra has a broken trunk right now.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Ain't got a hegemony on his voice close to screaming.
Just before the sword cleaved Serra's arm.
"I wonder if it was a failure to feed the Lord the giant god...... hey! Ain't (,,) heh!
A sickle pattern pokes the ground, while a fire erupts.
Then the Fire will envelop the two of them into a vortex and stab them in the heavens.
Inside, it's not a place where organisms can enter - but Ein's skin is beautiful without any small burns.
"Shima - Huh."
Serra had forgotten.
That in this attack it means nothing to Ain now.
I thought I'd done it and put my legs back.
Beyond the flaming wall in front of him, a sharp sword tip pierced his shoulder.
The pain that makes the wound jealous gradually gets stronger.
Serra looked forward unintentionally to the pain. Eyes deeper than the tip of the sword pierced through the shoulder and sharper than the blade seen behind the flame. I can't believe I pierced my own meat. There are strong eyes there that will dispel that confusion and make you be on new alert.
In contrast to Ain, who pushes the sword further in and tries to pack the distance, Selah pulled her body without panic and pulled out the sword.
"Huh... what's wrong, even if it's just so fierce!
At least, it's true that there's only one more reason for that to happen.
"I have to win!
Like a fairy tale, or a protagonist showing up in the hero Tan.
Ein's way of heart was close to passion and he was betting everything to win.
Now take Serra's hand. White, smooth skin exposed thighs.
One at a time, steadily inflicting hand wounds and not stopping.
"Brilliant! Oh, that's brilliant!
The exclamation also sounded like incitement in Ain's ear.
Serra keeps distance from Ain after the sickle strike and threads out.
"But your lord can't win!
".................. haven't decided yet!
"No, it's not possible. I'm not willing to deny all the possibilities, but it can't be unless your Lord releases a special blow."
Ts -.
As soon as the thread breaks, Serra's wounds heal.
As if it wasn't from the beginning. In an instant.
"Non can't handle healing magic, but the thread cuts the edge with the wound."
"Honestly, this is bullshit! You!
Ain with an indomitable heart packs the distance and waves the sword without giving up.
"Unfortunately, the result is clear"
Ein now relies only on his energy and the magic he absorbs from the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace).
So the end is never far away. Even if they can play a battle where tension just shows up, that's all that doesn't change.
(- It's okay)
But I haven't lost my way.
The purpose remains the same, just giving Serra the Dragon Man a special blow. In fact, this was the only thing that had not changed since the beginning, and it had an important significance that this was not an exaggeration when it came to purpose.
While the power that can be put into a sword-shaking hand becomes weaker.
My legs are heavy, too, and if I get distracted, I'm going to sit back.
Ain't tried not to defy that fatigue, but hid his margins deep inside his body. I'm not sparing you, just when the battle started, for the words I said quietly.
"Still got it? - Huh!
Serra's sickle had still not lost momentum.
"Knock..."
Ain't moving dull instead.
Absolute power differences in the first place cannot be said to be narrowing. The current Ein is certainly strong, with some aspects that seem to hold and strengthen the mind, but everything that leads to fundamental strength, strength and magic is inferior to Serra.
Naturally, Ein doesn't even think he's winning.
Except for the battle.
(.................. still should be able to do just a little more)
And it wasn't alarming, though.
"Finally, bye."
Ein's legs, as powerless as he thought, delayed his reaction to the impending sickle.
It wasn't a fatal dozen, but an arm without a sword is cut deep vertically.
Rising blood.
The bloodtide splashed with momentum and dyed the bright green lawn red.
Kick, pointing a strong eye at Serra, but the fatty sweat floating on her forehead tells the story of wear and tear.
"Ha... ha... not yet..."
"It's no use. I got up once and scratched Noon several times. That will be enough."
"... there's nothing more than winning."
"But it won't happen again."
I had no more sensation in my arm.
I can only get cold and let it drip without force.
The bleeding doesn't stop, and it gets sumptuous in front of me.
"Mr. Serra."
"What can I say to you at the end?"
"I don't... about to"
Even as my consciousness became blurred, I managed not to lose my mind strongly.
Then breathe loudly and loudly.
Squeeze the force and shake Ishtal up.
"You made only one mistake. From the beginning until now, I thought I was doing something I wasn't doing."
"Wow! You still think I was sucking on the power of the tablet!?
Rubbing metal noise, the sound of a chase that shook right down even when Ain was played.
"That's a poor quality lie! It wasn't funny and it didn't do much good to create a little upset about you!
"Oh! It would be!
"But I could have gotten this far because you upset me at all... ugh!
"Let's praise the unbreakable heart everywhere on top of each other...... ugh! Bye! Then the Lord will not fall again!
Whoever sees it is obvious.
Ain't got a bumpy foot, Ain't fighting with his strength alone. And now Serra, the dragon man who has left no margin and has not lost his fierceness.
I got up and was made hysterical by the first attack.
"In momentary power, you can beat Non!
It is only by force that we can continue, and we do not deserve to give Serra a dozen Special Dozens.
The tip of her sickle reaches Ain. Now he suffered a deep, unconscious cut on one leg if he was a regular person.
"- Whoa!"
Ein finally lost strength in his lower body and knelt without force.
"Finish it! This is the end of the battle between the Lord and Non...
"……… yes, that's right"
At that time, Serra breathed in the chills that ran through her spine.
Why aren't the eyes of the man in front of you dead?
but she quickly opened her eyes.
As always, he hasn't given up yet.
If so, now is the time for a dozen deadly dozen! Respond with just enough destruction to break his heart!
Dragon scales wrapped around both arms, fangs peeking from the mouth increase sharpness.
In the moment approaching in front of me, the power that Selah showed was just the power of being laid down with one sword on the continent Ishtal.
Just one of them.
I would never consider excessive force directed solely at a man who says Ain.
Because I can finally beat this man after doing this.
It had been a long time since I had laid sickles on my arms.
What's more, it also unleashes a special blow by the upper section.
"I... I should have said it first"
He looked up and opened his mouth, suppressing his dripping arms without force.
It is no longer just before everything is mutilated, and look at Serra presiding over the impending sickle.
"I can't believe I'm 'absolutely attacking' you... I only felt like I could use (,,,,) once"
That's more of a power to pull it off than a myriad of possible attacks. Therefore, if the opponent is powerful, the burden increases.
If the other person is Serra, there's no way.
Second, Ain lays her eyes down.
The next moment Serra leaked her voice, "Uh..."
sharp impact running to the center of his left and right chest.
"This... is...?
When did this happen?
A thick, rugged tentacle pierced his chest was stretching toward the Demon Stone precisely.
Look at that and repeat the blink.
I'm only tempted for a moment to see how this is happening.
It was impossible to do this without the other person being more powerful than himself or the good fortune of transcending people's knowledge.
The former is unlikely.
Then if it's the latter - -.
"Huh... for this moment your Lord has always been... Huh!
If you have the power of an absolute attack, you can cause good fortune that transcends people's knowledge.
For example, the rhythm of breathing that even Selah doesn't know for herself. Moments of delay in putting effort into other areas due to extremely slight trunk deviations or due to the force exerted on the arms. The rest is the moment of blinking, or a moment when the slightest moments of exhalation have lost their power.
An even more instantaneous event, in which these coincide (,).
It's impossible to be able to stick your fantasy hand out without attracting that event.
"But.................. it was a shame"
Serra regained her composure and opened her mouth.
"If you don't protect your weaknesses, do you think so?"
There is no way that a strong man of war would offend such an alarm.
And just so you know, she narrowed her eyes.
My fantasy hands are piercing my soft skin, but there was no sign of any more piercing. For the stiff bones and the scales of the dragon men that appeared to surround them were blocked.
But Ein behaved equally invincibly.
"No, you would! I've always believed...!
The fantasy hand didn't move any further and wasn't trying to make a decision.
I just can't eat it up and leave. No matter how much Serra twirls her body or grabs it with thin arms that are more powerful than she looks, she mimics the will of Ain on her knees and never looks stiff and away.
I mean, it doesn't even come true to take a distance.
- Lord, what the hell?
Above all, the problem was the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace).
It's about Selah. I would have hidden other similar moves. Either way, it was tantamount to Ain't no help preventing them.
"That's what you just said! End this fight...... ugh!
A pitch-black sun that appeared overhead, far above the two of them.
Shizukuishi, which is darker than the midnight sky, withers the dripping lawn without sound.
Serra was surprised how powerful she still was.
But there seems to be no more magic than the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace). Ein, who was in a state of non-combat, was resurrected because he absorbed the magic of the Fire King's Embrace (Dragon Brace). That's why I couldn't use any more magic.
"If you don't, then that level of attack..."
"Keep your chest wounded! If you can still stand it, bear it! - The champion of paradise. Ah!
"Huh - you're going to regret calling Noon that alias for the rest of your life!
Already, when I got here, I was only mean.
Serra pierces the sickle to the ground with Serra and looks up to heaven willing to receive Ain's power.
That's when.
The pitch-black sun swells, creating a glimmer of light around the perimeter.
It absorbed the sound of the neighborhood and blew it up in a silent world.
The contradiction of being pitch-black but dazzling.
Serra's eyes dazzle at its powerful black.
Ain't got a good vision in Ain.
I've already exceeded my limits.
"Kuh...... Ha ha! Oh, brave man! A brave man who has become a demon king!
Take the pitch-black waves, she spreads her arms like wings.
A curtain of the night sky hangs on the blue sky, but the power pours down from overhead.
At some point it was the dragonman's scale that covered her entire arm. That crushed one, one more.
"This is the power of the brave that led to the slaughter of God... the power of doom that ashes you!
Little by little as the scales crushed, I saw her white skin again.
But Ein's attack is coming to an end.
There's sweat on Serra's forehead, but that's all. Her posture never collapsed and her open arms were always there unwavering.
Still?
Even so far, can we not yet defeat Selah?
I breathed as I prayed, watching the flow of power that was subsiding.
"Now -"
Eventually, the pitch-black ripple finally disappeared.
At the last moment, Serra closed her arms and could stand the look of a hug.
"It's over, Ain't - Huh!
There will be nothing to see her and feel she can afford.
The pure white robes are all cut and dirty with coal, and the white skin of the whole body is nagging but full of scratches. The sweat that transmits the forehead and neck muscles cannot be normal.
(My loss...?)
Fantasy hands fell soundlessly off Serra's chest and lay on the ground.
Naturally, so is Ain.
He also lays without strength, letting go of his hand also from the sword he had previously gripped.
Only Serra. She was the only one standing quietly.
Without reaching for the sickle, she holds herself with both arms that she had just spread out.
Smashed scales are like red balls (ruby). I'm fantastic about riding in the wind with the shock I just had and coming down from the sky.
"When I woke up, I wanted to ask why I was blaming Noon for the attack."
…………
"Besides, I told you I'd tell you if I scratched Non."
…………
"It's a different story, but it's about winning and losing. Though I think the Lord said defeat when he was unable to move, and victory of the Lord when the world collapsed."
…………
In the blue sky, in the air with nothing, in the grassy hills.
And a crack enters the lake.
"If it's simultaneous, the story changes. The Lord will wake soon."
The crushing sound of breaking winter ice echoed from all over the world.
It stains pitch black from the crushed spot and spreads black with nothing. With all the sky and almost everything leading up to the surrounding scenery disappearing, all that was left was where Ain and Selah were.
At the end of the day, the sound rings from her chest.
"You win, Ein."
After the words, the world has completely collapsed.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
An anomaly has occurred in the divine hidden dungeons since the early morning.
Intense ground sounds and enormous amounts of magic were unleashed.
Eventually it collapses from the top and many debris falls. But before the rubble fell, it became a particle of light and disappeared.
Silvado woke up aboard the flying ship as time went by.
He quickly hastily heads to Ain's room. but he doesn't look like him. And the way God's hidden dungeons are now...... I wasn't even stupid enough not to doubt their relevance here.
"Your Majesty! I need a ship immediately. - Huh!
As the Kingsguard knight would say.
"Hang on! Marco! Chris, Dill!
In response to a call close to his scream, the three immediately come and kneel.
"Come with the rest, we must go and bring Ain back."
"Sire!
"Chris, I also know that your Lord will stop you so loudly. But the rest will never escape."
Then Silvard walked out in response to no one stopping him.
To get out, move your feet toward the deck.
"Please, Lord Marco, please, Your Majesty..."
And, Dill's plea.
…………
"Lord Marco!
"Uh, yeah... excuse me. I'm sorry, but now, what?
"Would you please stop His Majesty! Please......!
But Marco didn't try to stop, he just thought for a little while.
He was exposed to a rarity.
"No, Your Majesty too."
"Lord Marco!?
Then, Marco didn't open a slice.
But I stood next to Silvard and refrained from doing anything to protect him.
All the way down the ship and down the road to the hidden dungeon.
As the adventurers evacuated, the way the king rushed forward was unusual.
But no one can hear me, just drop me off, and my consciousness is all about evacuating.
"How could you do this?"
The divine hidden dungeon had no trace, and by the time they came, it was just before the collapse was over. It's not high enough to look up already, and only the first layer with a huge corridor is left like a collapsed temple.
Karan, and.
Everyone notices the shadow of one man, walking from behind the smoke.
…………
Silvado ran towards the shadow.
It's been a long time since I thought about it.
I don't know how many years have passed, what moved my legs so desperately.
One step, no, the second step already disrupts my breathing, and my knees and hips raise the pain. But I never stopped moving my legs, and I ran over my cape until I stood in front of the shadow.
"What have you done, Ein?"
".................. sorry"
"Huh - it's not! I'm asking you what you did with the rest.
The sound of a flat hand sounded sad.
I've never seen Chris or Dill look like that in Silverado.
Ain't got his cheeks slapped, he's leaning over, and he's not looking to excuse himself.
The exasperated Silvado also seemed sad, so much so that Ein almost wept at not saying anything.
"Grandpa."
After a dozen seconds of glue, Ain opens his mouth.
"Take this. Because Grandpa should have it."
From the nostalgia, a single envelope was removed.
Looking at the envelope, Silvard opened his eyes.
"This... is..."
It is an envelope handled exclusively by royalty, and the sealed mark is also royal. It was just a sign that Ein had never seen either, not of the existing royalty.
As soon as Sylvado receives it, he opens the seal a little rampantly.
I slipped my eyes on a piece of parchment that was tucked away and eventually knelt down without force.
Bury your face on parchment and leak a whimper. Trembling with joy, remembering the sorrows of parting, stroking the letters with love.
After doing so often, he noticed the rest of the paper contained in the envelope and hurriedly took it out.
- Seeing it, he weeps with a grin.
"Ah... oh..."
I told the sun in the morning to make it more visible.
Doing so will also get into Chris' sight, which was behind him.
What was written on the paper was a set of men and women portrayed.
A boy standing on the top of the Buddha in front of a large ship he had never seen, and one elf standing behind him and holding him around his neck.
They were both portrayed on the day of their arrival.
"You stupid son of a..."
From the clearance of the forest trees, the dazzling morning sun comes zero.
The illuminated side of Silverado had a sunny look that I had never seen before.
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Skill 'Enchanted Poison' had conditions for activation. It passes as well to those who have bad feelings for the user, and vice versa, they do not want a great deal of effect. In addition, the subject needs to be an organism.
But the premise is broken.
"You let the magic of Non work, didn't you?
Among other things, the magic used by Ein.
"............... that's Serra"
Serra smiled and continued.
"Conditions have still not changed for organisms. But the fact that I let you act against unwilling magic... well, I thought your feelings for the Lord had nothing to do with it. It will be a question of whether or not the magic of Non itself is an obstacle to your Lord."
Therefore, an irregular force, she says.
"Deactivate the magic unleashed by also overlapping the powers of the brave. It was dominated by evolved skills and absorbed using toxin degradation."
Ain was then leaning down, then his mouth angle was rising to victory.
Sure confidence is hidden and I can see room.
As usual, there was some sunshine that I didn't see any worries about coming battles.
"Let's call it a collection of forces that were raw as Ein and cultivated to the day we say today. As much as I'd like to praise you honestly."
"I'm glad to hear from you."
"Mm-hmm. Why don't you just go down then?
――――
When he heard the words, Ain opened his eyes unexpectedly.
Serra must have been unconscious, and she didn't mean anything profound. But now words are a sign of a change of heart. The room that should have been there at first is now about to disappear.
The hand that holds Ein's Ishtal also has power.
"Come on."
And Serra disappeared after her voice, and stumbled into Ain's pocket with the wind.
Swing it up from a low position and aim at Ain's throat. The shaken sickle tore apart every distant sky, but never hit the ain of purpose.
Ain took a distance he was easy to fight.
(Together)
Now it's your turn to hunt her down.
It is a black sword Ishtal that should be called a rare famous sword, but it makes such a difference in the aura that it is likely to be sumptuous in front of Serra's sickle. But there is no more reliable sword.
"Huh-uh... Lord... Huh!?
Serra doubted her own eyes.
When I realized it, it was because Ain was imminent in front of me. Unlike what he did, he put his sword up against the top of the stairs with a horizontal giraffe.
What's amazing, though, is speed.
No wonder I couldn't catch up with my eyes at all on the looming.
"Huh!
"Ku..........................................!
This is the first time Serra has had a distressed look on her face.
She didn't get it with a blade, and she took it with her handheld, and her trunk collapsed.
"Not yet... not yet!
A gentle pursuit strikes compared to the first blow.
Light and slow, but trivial.
Because Serra has a broken trunk right now.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Ain't got a hegemony on his voice close to screaming.
Just before the sword cleaved Serra's arm.
"I wonder if it was a failure to feed the Lord the giant god...... hey! Ain't (,,) heh!
A sickle pattern pokes the ground, while a fire erupts.
Then the Fire will envelop the two of them into a vortex and stab them in the heavens.
Inside, it's not a place where organisms can enter - but Ein's skin is beautiful without any small burns.
"Shima - Huh."
Serra had forgotten.
That in this attack it means nothing to Ain now.
I thought I'd done it and put my legs back.
Beyond the flaming wall in front of him, a sharp sword tip pierced his shoulder.
The pain that makes the wound jealous gradually gets stronger.
Serra looked forward unintentionally to the pain. Eyes deeper than the tip of the sword pierced through the shoulder and sharper than the blade seen behind the flame. I can't believe I pierced my own meat. There are strong eyes there that will dispel that confusion and make you be on new alert.
In contrast to Ain, who pushes the sword further in and tries to pack the distance, Selah pulled her body without panic and pulled out the sword.
"Huh... what's wrong, even if it's just so fierce!
At least, it's true that there's only one more reason for that to happen.
"I have to win!
Like a fairy tale, or a protagonist showing up in the hero Tan.
Ein's way of heart was close to passion and he was betting everything to win.
Now take Serra's hand. White, smooth skin exposed thighs.
One at a time, steadily inflicting hand wounds and not stopping.
"Brilliant! Oh, that's brilliant!
The exclamation also sounded like incitement in Ain's ear.
Serra keeps distance from Ain after the sickle strike and threads out.
"But your lord can't win!
".................. haven't decided yet!
"No, it's not possible. I'm not willing to deny all the possibilities, but it can't be unless your Lord releases a special blow."
Ts -.
As soon as the thread breaks, Serra's wounds heal.
As if it wasn't from the beginning. In an instant.
"Non can't handle healing magic, but the thread cuts the edge with the wound."
"Honestly, this is bullshit! You!
Ain with an indomitable heart packs the distance and waves the sword without giving up.
"Unfortunately, the result is clear"
Ein now relies only on his energy and the magic he absorbs from the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace).
So the end is never far away. Even if they can play a battle where tension just shows up, that's all that doesn't change.
(- It's okay)
But I haven't lost my way.
The purpose remains the same, just giving Serra the Dragon Man a special blow. In fact, this was the only thing that had not changed since the beginning, and it had an important significance that this was not an exaggeration when it came to purpose.
While the power that can be put into a sword-shaking hand becomes weaker.
My legs are heavy, too, and if I get distracted, I'm going to sit back.
Ain't tried not to defy that fatigue, but hid his margins deep inside his body. I'm not sparing you, just when the battle started, for the words I said quietly.
"Still got it? - Huh!
Serra's sickle had still not lost momentum.
"Knock..."
Ain't moving dull instead.
Absolute power differences in the first place cannot be said to be narrowing. The current Ein is certainly strong, with some aspects that seem to hold and strengthen the mind, but everything that leads to fundamental strength, strength and magic is inferior to Serra.
Naturally, Ein doesn't even think he's winning.
Except for the battle.
(.................. still should be able to do just a little more)
And it wasn't alarming, though.
"Finally, bye."
Ein's legs, as powerless as he thought, delayed his reaction to the impending sickle.
It wasn't a fatal dozen, but an arm without a sword is cut deep vertically.
Rising blood.
The bloodtide splashed with momentum and dyed the bright green lawn red.
Kick, pointing a strong eye at Serra, but the fatty sweat floating on her forehead tells the story of wear and tear.
"Ha... ha... not yet..."
"It's no use. I got up once and scratched Noon several times. That will be enough."
"... there's nothing more than winning."
"But it won't happen again."
I had no more sensation in my arm.
I can only get cold and let it drip without force.
The bleeding doesn't stop, and it gets sumptuous in front of me.
"Mr. Serra."
"What can I say to you at the end?"
"I don't... about to"
Even as my consciousness became blurred, I managed not to lose my mind strongly.
Then breathe loudly and loudly.
Squeeze the force and shake Ishtal up.
"You made only one mistake. From the beginning until now, I thought I was doing something I wasn't doing."
"Wow! You still think I was sucking on the power of the tablet!?
Rubbing metal noise, the sound of a chase that shook right down even when Ain was played.
"That's a poor quality lie! It wasn't funny and it didn't do much good to create a little upset about you!
"Oh! It would be!
"But I could have gotten this far because you upset me at all... ugh!
"Let's praise the unbreakable heart everywhere on top of each other...... ugh! Bye! Then the Lord will not fall again!
Whoever sees it is obvious.
Ain't got a bumpy foot, Ain't fighting with his strength alone. And now Serra, the dragon man who has left no margin and has not lost his fierceness.
I got up and was made hysterical by the first attack.
"In momentary power, you can beat Non!
It is only by force that we can continue, and we do not deserve to give Serra a dozen Special Dozens.
The tip of her sickle reaches Ain. Now he suffered a deep, unconscious cut on one leg if he was a regular person.
"- Whoa!"
Ein finally lost strength in his lower body and knelt without force.
"Finish it! This is the end of the battle between the Lord and Non...
"……… yes, that's right"
At that time, Serra breathed in the chills that ran through her spine.
Why aren't the eyes of the man in front of you dead?
but she quickly opened her eyes.
As always, he hasn't given up yet.
If so, now is the time for a dozen deadly dozen! Respond with just enough destruction to break his heart!
Dragon scales wrapped around both arms, fangs peeking from the mouth increase sharpness.
In the moment approaching in front of me, the power that Selah showed was just the power of being laid down with one sword on the continent Ishtal.
Just one of them.
I would never consider excessive force directed solely at a man who says Ain.
Because I can finally beat this man after doing this.
It had been a long time since I had laid sickles on my arms.
What's more, it also unleashes a special blow by the upper section.
"I... I should have said it first"
He looked up and opened his mouth, suppressing his dripping arms without force.
It is no longer just before everything is mutilated, and look at Serra presiding over the impending sickle.
"I can't believe I'm 'absolutely attacking' you... I only felt like I could use (,,,,) once"
That's more of a power to pull it off than a myriad of possible attacks. Therefore, if the opponent is powerful, the burden increases.
If the other person is Serra, there's no way.
Second, Ain lays her eyes down.
The next moment Serra leaked her voice, "Uh..."
sharp impact running to the center of his left and right chest.
"This... is...?
When did this happen?
A thick, rugged tentacle pierced his chest was stretching toward the Demon Stone precisely.
Look at that and repeat the blink.
I'm only tempted for a moment to see how this is happening.
It was impossible to do this without the other person being more powerful than himself or the good fortune of transcending people's knowledge.
The former is unlikely.
Then if it's the latter - -.
"Huh... for this moment your Lord has always been... Huh!
If you have the power of an absolute attack, you can cause good fortune that transcends people's knowledge.
For example, the rhythm of breathing that even Selah doesn't know for herself. Moments of delay in putting effort into other areas due to extremely slight trunk deviations or due to the force exerted on the arms. The rest is the moment of blinking, or a moment when the slightest moments of exhalation have lost their power.
An even more instantaneous event, in which these coincide (,).
It's impossible to be able to stick your fantasy hand out without attracting that event.
"But.................. it was a shame"
Serra regained her composure and opened her mouth.
"If you don't protect your weaknesses, do you think so?"
There is no way that a strong man of war would offend such an alarm.
And just so you know, she narrowed her eyes.
My fantasy hands are piercing my soft skin, but there was no sign of any more piercing. For the stiff bones and the scales of the dragon men that appeared to surround them were blocked.
But Ein behaved equally invincibly.
"No, you would! I've always believed...!
The fantasy hand didn't move any further and wasn't trying to make a decision.
I just can't eat it up and leave. No matter how much Serra twirls her body or grabs it with thin arms that are more powerful than she looks, she mimics the will of Ain on her knees and never looks stiff and away.
I mean, it doesn't even come true to take a distance.
- Lord, what the hell?
Above all, the problem was the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace).
It's about Selah. I would have hidden other similar moves. Either way, it was tantamount to Ain't no help preventing them.
"That's what you just said! End this fight...... ugh!
A pitch-black sun that appeared overhead, far above the two of them.
Shizukuishi, which is darker than the midnight sky, withers the dripping lawn without sound.
Serra was surprised how powerful she still was.
But there seems to be no more magic than the embrace of the Flaming King (Dragon Brace). Ein, who was in a state of non-combat, was resurrected because he absorbed the magic of the Fire King's Embrace (Dragon Brace). That's why I couldn't use any more magic.
"If you don't, then that level of attack..."
"Keep your chest wounded! If you can still stand it, bear it! - The champion of paradise. Ah!
"Huh - you're going to regret calling Noon that alias for the rest of your life!
Already, when I got here, I was only mean.
Serra pierces the sickle to the ground with Serra and looks up to heaven willing to receive Ain's power.
That's when.
The pitch-black sun swells, creating a glimmer of light around the perimeter.
It absorbed the sound of the neighborhood and blew it up in a silent world.
The contradiction of being pitch-black but dazzling.
Serra's eyes dazzle at its powerful black.
Ain't got a good vision in Ain.
I've already exceeded my limits.
"Kuh...... Ha ha! Oh, brave man! A brave man who has become a demon king!
Take the pitch-black waves, she spreads her arms like wings.
A curtain of the night sky hangs on the blue sky, but the power pours down from overhead.
At some point it was the dragonman's scale that covered her entire arm. That crushed one, one more.
"This is the power of the brave that led to the slaughter of God... the power of doom that ashes you!
Little by little as the scales crushed, I saw her white skin again.
But Ein's attack is coming to an end.
There's sweat on Serra's forehead, but that's all. Her posture never collapsed and her open arms were always there unwavering.
Still?
Even so far, can we not yet defeat Selah?
I breathed as I prayed, watching the flow of power that was subsiding.
"Now -"
Eventually, the pitch-black ripple finally disappeared.
At the last moment, Serra closed her arms and could stand the look of a hug.
"It's over, Ain't - Huh!
There will be nothing to see her and feel she can afford.
The pure white robes are all cut and dirty with coal, and the white skin of the whole body is nagging but full of scratches. The sweat that transmits the forehead and neck muscles cannot be normal.
(My loss...?)
Fantasy hands fell soundlessly off Serra's chest and lay on the ground.
Naturally, so is Ain.
He also lays without strength, letting go of his hand also from the sword he had previously gripped.
Only Serra. She was the only one standing quietly.
Without reaching for the sickle, she holds herself with both arms that she had just spread out.
Smashed scales are like red balls (ruby). I'm fantastic about riding in the wind with the shock I just had and coming down from the sky.
"When I woke up, I wanted to ask why I was blaming Noon for the attack."
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"Besides, I told you I'd tell you if I scratched Non."
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"It's a different story, but it's about winning and losing. Though I think the Lord said defeat when he was unable to move, and victory of the Lord when the world collapsed."
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In the blue sky, in the air with nothing, in the grassy hills.
And a crack enters the lake.
"If it's simultaneous, the story changes. The Lord will wake soon."
The crushing sound of breaking winter ice echoed from all over the world.
It stains pitch black from the crushed spot and spreads black with nothing. With all the sky and almost everything leading up to the surrounding scenery disappearing, all that was left was where Ain and Selah were.
At the end of the day, the sound rings from her chest.
"You win, Ein."
After the words, the world has completely collapsed.
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An anomaly has occurred in the divine hidden dungeons since the early morning.
Intense ground sounds and enormous amounts of magic were unleashed.
Eventually it collapses from the top and many debris falls. But before the rubble fell, it became a particle of light and disappeared.
Silvado woke up aboard the flying ship as time went by.
He quickly hastily heads to Ain's room. but he doesn't look like him. And the way God's hidden dungeons are now...... I wasn't even stupid enough not to doubt their relevance here.
"Your Majesty! I need a ship immediately. - Huh!
As the Kingsguard knight would say.
"Hang on! Marco! Chris, Dill!
In response to a call close to his scream, the three immediately come and kneel.
"Come with the rest, we must go and bring Ain back."
"Sire!
"Chris, I also know that your Lord will stop you so loudly. But the rest will never escape."
Then Silvard walked out in response to no one stopping him.
To get out, move your feet toward the deck.
"Please, Lord Marco, please, Your Majesty..."
And, Dill's plea.
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"Lord Marco!
"Uh, yeah... excuse me. I'm sorry, but now, what?
"Would you please stop His Majesty! Please......!
But Marco didn't try to stop, he just thought for a little while.
He was exposed to a rarity.
"No, Your Majesty too."
"Lord Marco!?
Then, Marco didn't open a slice.
But I stood next to Silvard and refrained from doing anything to protect him.
All the way down the ship and down the road to the hidden dungeon.
As the adventurers evacuated, the way the king rushed forward was unusual.
But no one can hear me, just drop me off, and my consciousness is all about evacuating.
"How could you do this?"
The divine hidden dungeon had no trace, and by the time they came, it was just before the collapse was over. It's not high enough to look up already, and only the first layer with a huge corridor is left like a collapsed temple.
Karan, and.
Everyone notices the shadow of one man, walking from behind the smoke.
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Silvado ran towards the shadow.
It's been a long time since I thought about it.
I don't know how many years have passed, what moved my legs so desperately.
One step, no, the second step already disrupts my breathing, and my knees and hips raise the pain. But I never stopped moving my legs, and I ran over my cape until I stood in front of the shadow.
"What have you done, Ein?"
".................. sorry"
"Huh - it's not! I'm asking you what you did with the rest.
The sound of a flat hand sounded sad.
I've never seen Chris or Dill look like that in Silverado.
Ain't got his cheeks slapped, he's leaning over, and he's not looking to excuse himself.
The exasperated Silvado also seemed sad, so much so that Ein almost wept at not saying anything.
"Grandpa."
After a dozen seconds of glue, Ain opens his mouth.
"Take this. Because Grandpa should have it."
From the nostalgia, a single envelope was removed.
Looking at the envelope, Silvard opened his eyes.
"This... is..."
It is an envelope handled exclusively by royalty, and the sealed mark is also royal. It was just a sign that Ein had never seen either, not of the existing royalty.
As soon as Sylvado receives it, he opens the seal a little rampantly.
I slipped my eyes on a piece of parchment that was tucked away and eventually knelt down without force.
Bury your face on parchment and leak a whimper. Trembling with joy, remembering the sorrows of parting, stroking the letters with love.
After doing so often, he noticed the rest of the paper contained in the envelope and hurriedly took it out.
- Seeing it, he weeps with a grin.
"Ah... oh..."
I told the sun in the morning to make it more visible.
Doing so will also get into Chris' sight, which was behind him.
What was written on the paper was a set of men and women portrayed.
A boy standing on the top of the Buddha in front of a large ship he had never seen, and one elf standing behind him and holding him around his neck.
They were both portrayed on the day of their arrival.
"You stupid son of a..."
From the clearance of the forest trees, the dazzling morning sun comes zero.
The illuminated side of Silverado had a sunny look that I had never seen before.
Skill 'Enchanted Poison' had conditions for activation. It passes as well to those who have bad feelings for the user, and vice versa, they do not want a great deal of effect. In addition, the subject needs to be an organism.But the premise is broken."You let the magic of Non work, didn't you? Among other things, the magic used by Ein."............... that's Serra"Serra smiled and continued."Conditions have still not changed for organisms. But the fact that I let you act against unwilling magic... well, I thought your feelings for the Lord had nothing to do with it. It will be a question of whether or not the magic of Non itself is an obstacle to your Lord."Therefore, an irregular force, she says."Deactivate the magic unleashed by also overlapping the powers of the brave. It was dominated by evolved skills and absorbed using toxin degradation."Ain was then leaning down, then his mouth angle was rising to victory.Sure confidence is hidden and I can see room.As usual, there was some sunshine that I didn't see any worries about coming battles."Let's call it a collection of forces that were raw as Ein and cultivated to the day we say today. As much as I'd like to praise you honestly.""I'm glad to hear from you.""Mm-hmm. Why don't you just go down then? When he heard the words, Ain opened his eyes unexpectedly.Serra must have been unconscious, and she didn't mean anything profound. But now words are a sign of a change of heart. The room that should have been there at first is now about to disappear.The hand that holds Ein's Ishtal also has power."Come on."And Serra disappeared after her voice, and stumbled into Ain's pocket with the wind.Swing it up from a low position and aim at Ain's throat. The shaken sickle tore apart every distant sky, but never hit the ain of purpose.Ain took a distance he was easy to fight.TogetherNow it's your turn to hunt her down.It is a black sword Ishtal that should be called a rare famous sword, but it makes such a difference in the aura that it is likely to be sumptuous in front of Serra's sickle. But there is no more reliable sword."Huh-uh... Lord... Huh!? Serra doubted her own eyes.When I realized it, it was because Ain was imminent in front of me. Unlike what he did, he put his sword up against the top of the stairs with a horizontal giraffe.What's amazing, though, is speed.No wonder I couldn't catch up with my eyes at all on the looming."Huh! "Ku..........................................! This is the first time Serra has had a distressed look on her face.She didn't get it with a blade, and she took it with her handheld, and her trunk collapsed."Not yet... not yet! A gentle pursuit strikes compared to the first blow.Light and slow, but trivial.Because Serra has a broken trunk right now."Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ain't got a hegemony on his voice close to screaming.Just before the sword cleaved Serra's arm."I wonder if it was a failure to feed the Lord the giant god...... hey! Ain't ,, heh! A sickle pattern pokes the ground, while a fire erupts.Then the Fire will envelop the two of them into a vortex and stab them in the heavens.Inside, it's not a place where organisms can enter - but Ein's skin is beautiful without any small burns."Shima - Huh."Serra had forgotten.That in this attack it means nothing to Ain now.I thought I'd done it and put my legs back.Beyond the flaming wall in front of him, a sharp sword tip pierced his shoulder.The pain that makes the wound jealous gradually gets stronger.Serra looked forward unintentionally to the pain. Eyes deeper than the tip of the sword pierced through the shoulder and sharper than the blade seen behind the flame. I can't believe I pierced my own meat. There are strong eyes there that will dispel that confusion and make you be on new alert.In contrast to Ain, who pushes the sword further in and tries to pack the distance, Selah pulled her body without panic and pulled out the sword."Huh... what's wrong, even if it's just so fierce! At least, it's true that there's only one more reason for that to happen."I have to win! Like a fairy tale, or a protagonist showing up in the hero Tan.Ein's way of heart was close to passion and he was betting everything to win.Now take Serra's hand. White, smooth skin exposed thighs.One at a time, steadily inflicting hand wounds and not stopping."Brilliant! Oh, that's brilliant! The exclamation also sounded like incitement in Ain's ear.Serra keeps distance from Ain after the sickle strike and threads out."But your lord can't win! ".................. haven't decided yet! "No, it's not possible. I'm not willing to deny all the possibilities, but it can't be unless your Lord releases a special blow."Ts -.As soon as the thread breaks, Serra's wounds heal.As if it wasn't from the beginning. In an instant."Non can't handle healing magic, but the thread cuts the edge with the wound.""Honestly, this is bullshit! You! Ain with an indomitable heart packs the distance and waves the sword without giving up."Unfortunately, the result is clear"Ein now relies only on his energy and the magic he absorbs from the embrace of the Flaming King Dragon Brace.So the end is never far away. Even if they can play a battle where tension just shows up, that's all that doesn't change.- It's okayBut I haven't lost my way.The purpose remains the same, just giving Serra the Dragon Man a special blow. In fact, this was the only thing that had not changed since the beginning, and it had an important significance that this was not an exaggeration when it came to purpose.While the power that can be put into a sword-shaking hand becomes weaker.My legs are heavy, too, and if I get distracted, I'm going to sit back.Ain't tried not to defy that fatigue, but hid his margins deep inside his body. I'm not sparing you, just when the battle started, for the words I said quietly."Still got it? - Huh! Serra's sickle had still not lost momentum."Knock..."Ain't moving dull instead.Absolute power differences in the first place cannot be said to be narrowing. The current Ein is certainly strong, with some aspects that seem to hold and strengthen the mind, but everything that leads to fundamental strength, strength and magic is inferior to Serra.Naturally, Ein doesn't even think he's winning.Except for the battle................... still should be able to do just a little moreAnd it wasn't alarming, though."Finally, bye."Ein's legs, as powerless as he thought, delayed his reaction to the impending sickle.It wasn't a fatal dozen, but an arm without a sword is cut deep vertically.Rising blood.The bloodtide splashed with momentum and dyed the bright green lawn red.Kick, pointing a strong eye at Serra, but the fatty sweat floating on her forehead tells the story of wear and tear."Ha... ha... not yet...""It's no use. I got up once and scratched Noon several times. That will be enough.""... there's nothing more than winning.""But it won't happen again."I had no more sensation in my arm.I can only get cold and let it drip without force.The bleeding doesn't stop, and it gets sumptuous in front of me."Mr. Serra.""What can I say to you at the end?""I don't... about to"Even as my consciousness became blurred, I managed not to lose my mind strongly.Then breathe loudly and loudly.Squeeze the force and shake Ishtal up."You made only one mistake. From the beginning until now, I thought I was doing something I wasn't doing.""Wow! You still think I was sucking on the power of the tablet!? Rubbing metal noise, the sound of a chase that shook right down even when Ain was played."That's a poor quality lie! It wasn't funny and it didn't do much good to create a little upset about you! "Oh! It would be! "But I could have gotten this far because you upset me at all... ugh! "Let's praise the unbreakable heart everywhere on top of each other...... ugh! Bye! Then the Lord will not fall again! Whoever sees it is obvious.Ain't got a bumpy foot, Ain't fighting with his strength alone. And now Serra, the dragon man who has left no margin and has not lost his fierceness.I got up and was made hysterical by the first attack."In momentary power, you can beat Non! It is only by force that we can continue, and we do not deserve to give Serra a dozen Special Dozens.The tip of her sickle reaches Ain. Now he suffered a deep, unconscious cut on one leg if he was a regular person."- Whoa!"Ein finally lost strength in his lower body and knelt without force."Finish it! This is the end of the battle between the Lord and Non... " yes, that's right"At that time, Serra breathed in the chills that ran through her spine.Why aren't the eyes of the man in front of you dead?but she quickly opened her eyes.As always, he hasn't given up yet.If so, now is the time for a dozen deadly dozen! Respond with just enough destruction to break his heart!Dragon scales wrapped around both arms, fangs peeking from the mouth increase sharpness.In the moment approaching in front of me, the power that Selah showed was just the power of being laid down with one sword on the continent Ishtal.Just one of them.I would never consider excessive force directed solely at a man who says Ain.Because I can finally beat this man after doing this.It had been a long time since I had laid sickles on my arms.What's more, it also unleashes a special blow by the upper section."I... I should have said it first"He looked up and opened his mouth, suppressing his dripping arms without force.It is no longer just before everything is mutilated, and look at Serra presiding over the impending sickle."I can't believe I'm 'absolutely attacking' you... I only felt like I could use ,,,, once"That's more of a power to pull it off than a myriad of possible attacks. Therefore, if the opponent is powerful, the burden increases.If the other person is Serra, there's no way.Second, Ain lays her eyes down.The next moment Serra leaked her voice, "Uh..."sharp impact running to the center of his left and right chest."This... is...? When did this happen?A thick, rugged tentacle pierced his chest was stretching toward the Demon Stone precisely.Look at that and repeat the blink.I'm only tempted for a moment to see how this is happening.It was impossible to do this without the other person being more powerful than himself or the good fortune of transcending people's knowledge.The former is unlikely.Then if it's the latter - -."Huh... for this moment your Lord has always been... Huh! If you have the power of an absolute attack, you can cause good fortune that transcends people's knowledge.For example, the rhythm of breathing that even Selah doesn't know for herself. Moments of delay in putting effort into other areas due to extremely slight trunk deviations or due to the force exerted on the arms. The rest is the moment of blinking, or a moment when the slightest moments of exhalation have lost their power.An even more instantaneous event, in which these coincide ,.It's impossible to be able to stick your fantasy hand out without attracting that event."But.................. it was a shame"Serra regained her composure and opened her mouth."If you don't protect your weaknesses, do you think so?"There is no way that a strong man of war would offend such an alarm.And just so you know, she narrowed her eyes.My fantasy hands are piercing my soft skin, but there was no sign of any more piercing. For the stiff bones and the scales of the dragon men that appeared to surround them were blocked.But Ein behaved equally invincibly."No, you would! I've always believed...! The fantasy hand didn't move any further and wasn't trying to make a decision.I just can't eat it up and leave. No matter how much Serra twirls her body or grabs it with thin arms that are more powerful than she looks, she mimics the will of Ain on her knees and never looks stiff and away.I mean, it doesn't even come true to take a distance.- Lord, what the hell?Above all, the problem was the embrace of the Flaming King Dragon Brace.It's about Selah. I would have hidden other similar moves. Either way, it was tantamount to Ain't no help preventing them."That's what you just said! End this fight...... ugh! A pitch-black sun that appeared overhead, far above the two of them.Shizukuishi, which is darker than the midnight sky, withers the dripping lawn without sound.Serra was surprised how powerful she still was.But there seems to be no more magic than the embrace of the Flaming King Dragon Brace. Ein, who was in a state of non-combat, was resurrected because he absorbed the magic of the Fire King's Embrace Dragon Brace. That's why I couldn't use any more magic."If you don't, then that level of attack...""Keep your chest wounded! If you can still stand it, bear it! - The champion of paradise. Ah! "Huh - you're going to regret calling Noon that alias for the rest of your life! Already, when I got here, I was only mean.Serra pierces the sickle to the ground with Serra and looks up to heaven willing to receive Ain's power.That's when.The pitch-black sun swells, creating a glimmer of light around the perimeter.It absorbed the sound of the neighborhood and blew it up in a silent world.The contradiction of being pitch-black but dazzling.Serra's eyes dazzle at its powerful black.Ain't got a good vision in Ain.I've already exceeded my limits."Kuh...... Ha ha! Oh, brave man! A brave man who has become a demon king! Take the pitch-black waves, she spreads her arms like wings.A curtain of the night sky hangs on the blue sky, but the power pours down from overhead.At some point it was the dragonman's scale that covered her entire arm. That crushed one, one more."This is the power of the brave that led to the slaughter of God... the power of doom that ashes you! Little by little as the scales crushed, I saw her white skin again.But Ein's attack is coming to an end.There's sweat on Serra's forehead, but that's all. Her posture never collapsed and her open arms were always there unwavering.Still?Even so far, can we not yet defeat Selah?I breathed as I prayed, watching the flow of power that was subsiding."Now -"Eventually, the pitch-black ripple finally disappeared.At the last moment, Serra closed her arms and could stand the look of a hug."It's over, Ain't - Huh! There will be nothing to see her and feel she can afford.The pure white robes are all cut and dirty with coal, and the white skin of the whole body is nagging but full of scratches. The sweat that transmits the forehead and neck muscles cannot be normal.My loss...?Fantasy hands fell soundlessly off Serra's chest and lay on the ground.Naturally, so is Ain.He also lays without strength, letting go of his hand also from the sword he had previously gripped.Only Serra. She was the only one standing quietly.Without reaching for the sickle, she holds herself with both arms that she had just spread out.Smashed scales are like red balls ruby. I'm fantastic about riding in the wind with the shock I just had and coming down from the sky."When I woke up, I wanted to ask why I was blaming Noon for the attack." "Besides, I told you I'd tell you if I scratched Non." "It's a different story, but it's about winning and losing. Though I think the Lord said defeat when he was unable to move, and victory of the Lord when the world collapsed." In the blue sky, in the air with nothing, in the grassy hills.And a crack enters the lake."If it's simultaneous, the story changes. The Lord will wake soon."The crushing sound of breaking winter ice echoed from all over the world.It stains pitch black from the crushed spot and spreads black with nothing. With all the sky and almost everything leading up to the surrounding scenery disappearing, all that was left was where Ain and Selah were.At the end of the day, the sound rings from her chest."You win, Ein."After the words, the world has completely collapsed. An anomaly has occurred in the divine hidden dungeons since the early morning.Intense ground sounds and enormous amounts of magic were unleashed.Eventually it collapses from the top and many debris falls. But before the rubble fell, it became a particle of light and disappeared.Silvado woke up aboard the flying ship as time went by.He quickly hastily heads to Ain's room. but he doesn't look like him. And the way God's hidden dungeons are now...... I wasn't even stupid enough not to doubt their relevance here."Your Majesty! I need a ship immediately. - Huh! As the Kingsguard knight would say."Hang on! Marco! Chris, Dill! In response to a call close to his scream, the three immediately come and kneel."Come with the rest, we must go and bring Ain back.""Sire! "Chris, I also know that your Lord will stop you so loudly. But the rest will never escape."Then Silvard walked out in response to no one stopping him.To get out, move your feet toward the deck."Please, Lord Marco, please, Your Majesty..."And, Dill's plea. "Lord Marco! "Uh, yeah... excuse me. I'm sorry, but now, what? "Would you please stop His Majesty! Please......! But Marco didn't try to stop, he just thought for a little while.He was exposed to a rarity."No, Your Majesty too.""Lord Marco!? Then, Marco didn't open a slice.But I stood next to Silvard and refrained from doing anything to protect him.All the way down the ship and down the road to the hidden dungeon.As the adventurers evacuated, the way the king rushed forward was unusual.But no one can hear me, just drop me off, and my consciousness is all about evacuating."How could you do this?"The divine hidden dungeon had no trace, and by the time they came, it was just before the collapse was over. It's not high enough to look up already, and only the first layer with a huge corridor is left like a collapsed temple.Karan, and.Everyone notices the shadow of one man, walking from behind the smoke. Silvado ran towards the shadow.It's been a long time since I thought about it.I don't know how many years have passed, what moved my legs so desperately.One step, no, the second step already disrupts my breathing, and my knees and hips raise the pain. But I never stopped moving my legs, and I ran over my cape until I stood in front of the shadow."What have you done, Ein?"".................. sorry""Huh - it's not! I'm asking you what you did with the rest. The sound of a flat hand sounded sad.I've never seen Chris or Dill look like that in Silverado.Ain't got his cheeks slapped, he's leaning over, and he's not looking to excuse himself.The exasperated Silvado also seemed sad, so much so that Ein almost wept at not saying anything."Grandpa."After a dozen seconds of glue, Ain opens his mouth."Take this. Because Grandpa should have it."From the nostalgia, a single envelope was removed.Looking at the envelope, Silvard opened his eyes."This... is..."It is an envelope handled exclusively by royalty, and the sealed mark is also royal. It was just a sign that Ein had never seen either, not of the existing royalty.As soon as Sylvado receives it, he opens the seal a little rampantly.I slipped my eyes on a piece of parchment that was tucked away and eventually knelt down without force.Bury your face on parchment and leak a whimper. Trembling with joy, remembering the sorrows of parting, stroking the letters with love.After doing so often, he noticed the rest of the paper contained in the envelope and hurriedly took it out.- Seeing it, he weeps with a grin."Ah... oh..."I told the sun in the morning to make it more visible.Doing so will also get into Chris' sight, which was behind him.What was written on the paper was a set of men and women portrayed.A boy standing on the top of the Buddha in front of a large ship he had never seen, and one elf standing behind him and holding him around his neck.They were both portrayed on the day of their arrival."You stupid son of a..."From the clearance of the forest trees, the dazzling morning sun comes zero.The illuminated side of Silverado had a sunny look that I had never seen before.
