Fukushuu Kansuisha no Jinsei Nishuume Isekaitan

The soldier shook his head - to the side.

Giri, and Arildent make his teeth snap. Not good.

I meant to break your heart carefully.

"... Are you sure you don't mind me dying like this? Eat whatever you want on your stomach, talk to your friends, hold those you love, and stay on the floor inviting you to drowsiness. You'll never be able to chew on those little happinesses again. What if we're just reincarnated, and you're expecting it? Then it's no use. I don't want to wait for an old man like you to die, so don't expect me to do it again."

A young man is about to say something.

But it's speechless.

But my eyes were revitalized.

Anger.

Strong anger enough to temporarily push through despair.

- I'm interested.

Break the hearts and minds of the weak shaken by hope. It's hard to feel comfortable at the time or exhaust to the brush tongue.

Arildent began earlier… five, six, seven. Check the perimeter properly. I have not been able to taste this young man seven times.

Daltra's soldiers are not only highly skilled, they are also highly aspiring.

If you bend your knees, you won't sell your soul. It has such a Setouchi strength.

That's just the soldier of a country called a heroic nation? Or are they put on commanders and other heroes running around the battlefield, and the right side inspired?

I'll admit, I failed.

"... good. Keep dying."

Dyspepsia.

I did feel comfortable, but I could do more. Myself. The other person was distracted. Boring.

Well, Arildent regains his mind.

Fortunately, there are as many targets as there are.

Arildent was at the rear of the battlefield. Fish those who come forward in moderation and realize it's a hero standard. Make it look like this one's escaped. Make it go deep.

One at a time if you can. I don't mind multiple if it seems difficult. All you have to do is adjust the amount of poison and deflect the scheduled time of death. That's how you watch it one by one. It's a battlefield, so it won't be close, but it's also immersive and easy to get strong comfort.

"- Oh, my God"

Voice.

There can be no one who can eat Arildent's poison and speak properly. Qing Cold, or should I say, was a strange voice that made what I heard feel cool. Beautiful voice that gives peace, uneasy and unrelated. Yet it's cool, not warm. I mean, I felt cold somewhere, what?

Arildent glances.

youth who have already lost interest.

There was a woman holding him in her chest.

"It's okay, you did your best. I heard you, your unwavering belief in trying to stand in the abyss of death. Your mother is proud of you."

Long golden hair, brown skin on both eyes of Cuiyu. Such a beautiful woman. But it's not like I can stir up my passion. Rather the other way around. The woman has such emotionless beauty.

He had a sad but proud look on his face. Just as proud of my child's efforts, he has the look of a mother who hurts her chest for getting hurt.

Did you approach Arildent with a gap in his consciousness?

But Arildent wasn't surprised there.

It doesn't matter if the young man held by her regained his vitality within a look, or if he wanted to sleep with Derek laughing and saying, "Mother..." etc.

What she's wearing is a monastic costume.

- Shh, monk knight!

I was surprised.

When it comes to monastic knights, it's a heroic standard that doesn't usually show up on the battlefield. Holy one who serves God.

Maybe Arildent wants to be obscene.

The strength of the strong. the beauty of the beautiful. Elevation, hope. When you categorize positively and negatively everything that exists in the world, you want to poison everything that belongs positively. I want to erode. I want to see the faces of both humans who had found value and pride there when they realized that all of that was worthless and would just die already. I want to see it. I don't want to see it.

The monastic knight looked around at the surrounding bodies and wept. It's the tears of the mother who lost her child.

It's annoying.

I'm not sure if I had the face-to-face knowledge, but sometimes it means that I have the same love for my child for all seven of them who happen to be targets of Arildent. I mean, that's where her madness is. Until abnormal, application of love.

"Why... why are you doing this? Your mother is sad."

"I don't have a mother."

"Every child has a mother. Because I'm here."

"You're crazy. It's obscene."

"Don't turn evil feelings on my mother."

"Really, Mother? What are you gonna do to my kid? I'm going to admire your death to the point of my heart's content. Will the child's wish give his life for you?

She shook her head to the side.

I lay my eyes down for a moment. On the bitter face, but also seeps the colour of determination.

"No, no. Hobby preferences are not about personal freedom, my mother's interference. But, you know what? I can't allow myself to satisfy my greed, but I can't hurt people for it."

"If you don't admit it, what happens? Will you even get slapped in the ass?

Arildent was guessing.

She's not a wizard of force pushing, either, just like herself. It would be something like having a 'healing' specializing in strange directions.

"So if you can learn 'what you shouldn't do,' do so. But your mother thinks so. To understand people's feelings, you need to know 'how much you hate it if you get hit'"

"At last, it's violence."

A woman who shakes her neck sideways loosely.

"Violence is the violent use of power. Rapidity is behavior that ignores reason. Do you understand? A whip that wields tears to preach reason is not violence. You don't know the pain without being abusive, do you? It's sad. But don't worry. Your mother will pour you true love. All babies are innocent and good. I'm off the road, but I'm just dying for evil."

"I don't want to be a good man."

"It's the fault of evil. Your mother will get you on the right track."

"... I'm not looking forward to you begging for your ugly life."

"The Undesirable Child"

Lay the youth down and stand up.

"Affiliation of the" Hero Brigade "-" Heroes of Misery "Arildent-Fashy Gallon. I'm looking forward to it because I've never killed a parent."

"The Knights of the Episcopal Seminary," The Time to Protect the Heavenly Sleep ", Seat 1 -" The Monk of Mercy "Teresa. It's painful, but if teaching and nurturing is what you call education, let's also accept this as a role for parents."