Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Every time we meet the sword, the blast and shock waves echo across the festival. A white soldier blows up, as he did next, but if we leave it to the escorts, they'll handle it.

(What, you're so strong)

Rewinding the sword of Ares behind his back in a junction, he floats in the universe. Ares, who kicked the ground, came straight after me in the air. When I sidelined the protruding sword and received the cutting-edge to be cut up, the sword I was using collapsed.

Claude, with his face turned and his cut, takes his sword from the white soldier as he pays his feet.

"Damn, if you want to kill each other with the Holy King anyway,"

A sprinkled claude attack from the top moves slightly between the eyebrows as Ares rotates in the sky.

It should have been pickled in demonic incense, but it seems to make sense. They're brainwashed. Or something like that.

Ask, chasing quickly.

"Why are you here? If you take me, the Demon King, and reward me, did Hauser give you another reward?"

No reply. Well, look, Claude regained his sword with both hands and waved it big and vertical.

Unable to carry out a massive attack, Ares crashes from his back into the wall and sinks.

I looked down at it from the air and crushed it.

"If you don't answer, I'll kill you"

"... to the King of God"

Ares, who stood up slowly, finally spoke.

"They said it was supposed to be. Me. I should..."

"If that messy civil unrest had been successful, it might have happened. So what do you think?"

I thought I'd listen to you, but along the way, Ares poked at me for this one.

Along with the attack that came before you at a stifling speed, a holy stone shines over the pattern of Ares' divine sword.

(Daughter of God and Serena!

When I pounded my tongue and recieved it, an attack came directly from the top.

"Sarah, say it. You don't have to be like that."

Refill the evaporating sword with magic and take it. The impact sank both legs to the ground.

"Called the Holy General, he was defending the Holy King's rule, saying I was the best at that time. It's a serious consolation that suits me when I lose. But I was relieved. Now I can give up. Give it up - you just have to protect Sarah."

The glow of the Holy Stone is increasing and the sword you are receiving is heavier.

"So this is a fight for my wife."

"Right. But you were wrong."

I cut off the story without hesitation and exploded my magic.

Normally, humans would wipe out charcoal just because they bathed, but this man dies. But the protection of God's daughter and Serena's power are drained at once.

It's troublesome, so I knocked the sword made of magic just like that. Ares with both eyes open is pushed back and floats in the universe. I chased it away and paid it off from the top.

Sound the ground, Ares sinks.

The light of the Holy Stone of the Divine Sword, which had tumbled from its hand, was gone.

"Claude."

"Claude, whoa! I was worried. Ooh!

I did it with my father, who flew before my wife, and I held my wife in my arms.

"What do you say, I'm strong?

"Yeah, yeah - you didn't kill him, did you?

"Not dead"

"Isn't it a little terrible!?"

Luchel swells briskly, even hiding the signs until now. I left it and dropped my mouthpiece on Eileen's eyelids once.

"Just give me a minute. It could still be dangerous."

That said, I approached Ares, who remained sinking on the ground.

Take the falling divine sword instead. When I saw the holy stone in the pattern, the magic reacted on its own.

At the same time, Ares' left leg glows as she falls asleep in the big letters.

(Transfer magic!?)

Make a sound and the whole festival sinks, and the floor suddenly reflects out the sunlight. A mirror. The floor turns into a mirror.

Luchel reacted first.

"The Mirror of Truth!? Shit......!

"Gotcha Ah"

A woman's voice echoes from the soles of her feet.

"Father-in-law!?"

Luchel holds her neck and puts out the pain. I set myself up in the twist of light crawling up from under its feet.

This man is a man of equal or greater power than Claude, and I can't believe how easily he binds it.

"Master Claude!

I'm always a squire trying to rush first. And I saw the mirror of the altar in the midst of his servant. It was brought in from Queen Housel, a mirror that reflects the truth.

I wonder why. Somehow in it, he dies pierced through his chest, he sees his squire.

Is that a past to be had or a future to be had?

"Keith, don't come!

In front of Claude, who screamed, that became reality. It was a moment.

His chest is pierced by a piece of light and Keith spits blood out of his mouth. A woman in a white bride behind her back, laughs.

No, mad and blood your hands? Laugh that I dyed myself - yes, because I was betrayed, because I believed it, but because I wanted money.

Dosari and Keith fell to the ground. The overflowing blood slides over the mirror.

Alas, Claude looked under his feet.

That's where - Black Dragon.

"No, don't look, Claude! Don't you remember me!

I love you. I love you. Strange. I didn't think I'd fall in love with the Demon King by any means. Isn't the demon cute too? But it wasn't human, was it? Because you fell in love with me. The Wife of the Demon King sounds pretty good too. Because no one will ever call me the maiden of the Holy Sword again. That's okay, with the demon sword maiden.

My sister is a hard-worker. I was worried I wasn't being unscrupulous by myself, so I was just fine. If this country is approved by Queen Housel, I'm sure things will work out. Demons and humans live together, we can make such a country. Not now, but in the future.

So I'm coming. Demons and children, please.

It's okay, I'll be right back. So don't look like that - Luchel.

"Ah."

Hot so I can burn the back of my eyes.

"A"

Red, blood. Believe me, I betrayed you, human, my wife's blood.

He came back necked, from his loving wife or falling, red red.

I am the maiden of the Holy Sword. That's what I say and laugh, woman's lipstick.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh"

I made a sound, a mirror, a shell of memory, a human skin, peeled off.

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With a piece of paper on her chest, Rachel was desperately breathing. My heart is hitting the early bell, even though I didn't run all over it.

(How can something like this be here... to Dear Eileen, let me know, I have to)

Eileen's return had been heard from demons. In the first place, Claude said, "If I were to get married, I'd be back mad by about that first night, wouldn't I? He said," So much so that I thought it was from then on that I was worried. That's why I believed and didn't doubt you were safe.

I also didn't see the Oberon Chamber of Commerce because I believed Irene was safe and I was busy preparing for the Founding Fathers' Festival. More like I was worried about Serena.

How swallowing that was.

"- Really, you and I don't fit."

I heard a noise in my head. It's an unfamiliar sound. But a stiff push on the back of the head. Isn't this - gunpoint, isn't it?

Outside light and one shadow coming through the door in a dim meeting room because of the curtains blocking it.

"Ah, Mr. Isaac......?

"Did you also find it in the planning book for the operation with Queen Housel?

"Ko... what kind of operation is this?"

As I ask, I grip the paper I've seen. This stuff is a lie. It's a lie or something. I'm sure, a trap to keep your opponent alert.

It is by no means true that a detailed map centered on the Festival of the Empire of Hermeia, a map of the placement of soldiers, the number of divine artifacts needed, the number of divine swords, the number and details of demons expected, the measures to be taken against it, the date and time of the start of the operation, the signature Isaac Lombar and the title Commander of the Demon King Crusade Operation.

(When Master Irene is missing, why?

You're supposed to believe it, but your voice shivers.

"Mi, y'all, know this,"

……

"Answer me!

When I turned around thinking I had to see it, what was in front of me was the muzzle, after all. My throat rings reflexively.

"I can kill demons, too. More powerful than holy guns. Oh, you're right, Queen Housel. No, it's like the superior organization of the church. You've been developing tools to kill more demons than holy guns - maybe with divine swords. Well, I didn't think so."

That's what Isaac says. Put the gun down and look at that hand.

"Technological development is important. In that regard, I reflected. Well, I'm a merchant and not a teacher."

"hey... what are you talking about"

"Now, if the Empire of Hermeia goes to war with Queen Housel, why lose, you know"

There's no way I know. Instead of winning or losing, I've never thought about fighting.

I guess Isaac doesn't want to hear the answer either. The conversation continues pale.

"Because the next emperor is the demon king. I can't help but be a demon if something happens. Besides, if you become a demon, it's justice to crusade already. At that point, the country is over. Right?"

"So... but if Irene returns Master Claude,"

"That means, after all, Eileen, please." If only the Crown Princess had been killed. "

"So... so you're saying there's something, a reason, right? To help Irene."

"You, you have a brother. Misha, you're going to school."

"Huh?"

I looked back at my face from the front. Isaac, sarcastically lifting the edge of his lips, was laughing.

"If I don't want you screwed up, I'll betray you. I like people, too."

"Become... what... the, uh... no way, really, Lord Claude."

"It's for you."

Breathtaking, I realized for the first time that there was no lie in its eyes.

All this time, we kept turning away from each other and not realizing at all what kind of eyes this one sees himself with.

"Duh, how... how could that be? I'm begging you!"

A hand that had been stretched unconstitutionally grabbed the lily above his chest. For the Founding Festival, the Oberon Chamber of Commerce - a lily flower prepared by Isaac.

It is taken into the hands of a man without creation and squeezed.

Isaac returned the blemishes as he trampled upon the scattered petals.

"Ma - wait, Isaac,"

They trampled me. I wish that was my love heart.

"Don't go."

If I was the one to say that and stop, I wouldn't have fallen in love.

I don't have time to cry. I have to let you know. Take this paper, run, straighten it out.

But standing up, the ripped and scattered flowers, they don't go back.