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A flash of arrangement that was supposed to snap the crest master's neck.

But it wasn't the crest master's neck that struck the universe, it was the cutting edge of the Arrangement's sword.

It ended beyond Arrangea's understanding.

"... what is this..."

"That's the effect of an absolute defense tattoo!

At that moment, the crest wielded the spotter with his hips down.

It would have been an easy blow.

The agitation delays Arrangea's reaction.

This time Arranger and the elite soldiers were consolidating themselves with light armor to emphasize mobility.

The sharp blade of the spotter crunches the right thigh, which is not covered in armor.

"Gu!?

I had a severe pain in my leg and Arrangea glanced backwards.

"Arrange, sama!

A screaming voice leaks from the elite soldiers.

Arrangea asks with a voice that does not cut her gaze from the crest master and exhales the curse as she flickers.

"... an absolute defensive tattoo -? What do you mean...?

"Keep it up. Absolute defense. Physical and magical attacks can cut 99% of their power."

As I said, the crest rose up slowly.

"Don't you think it's strange? With all these tattoos carved into my body, my physical abilities are almost the same as those of an ordinary person."

The crest laughs as he comes around.

"The answer is absolute defense. I carved all these tattoos just for absolute defense. It's been tough, carving this far. But it was worth it. Whatever. 99% cut, huh? He's invincible. Hahahahahahaha!

The high laughter of the Seal Master echoes.

It was a laugh that only those who were sure of their victory could do. Beaten by that laugh, Arrangea bit her back teeth.

(All of them......! A duel after finding out about it!

For what?

To entertain the arrangers. To show the fantasy of victory even for a moment alone. And - to grin like this.

Arrangea's head seemed to boil with anger to much humiliation.

"You! You! You! You!

"Oh, nice! Yes, that's how I wanted to see you react!

Arrangea was slaughtered by the crest artist.

Blood erupted from his slashed right leg and severe pain thrust through Arrangea's body. Still, the arrangement doesn't stop.

(This guy! Only this one! Only this one kills!

Arranger slashes into a crest master with a ghost figure.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shake down the broken blade over and over again.

To the crest master's face. to the crest master's shoulder. To the crest master's chest. To the arms of the crest master. to the crest master's hips. to the crest master's leg.

If every blow struck, death was definitely a thunderous slaughter.

But no matter how many shots, the grin on the crest's face doesn't go away.

"Look, come on. I'm just saying 99% cuts and stuff appropriately, and maybe it's really the limit of patience already, huh?

Words just rip the crest master's clothes off on the back - not one scratch on the tattooed body underneath.

"... Shit, Shit... Shit, Shit!

The failure was obvious. Arranger's bright brains tell. There has to be no more reversal from here.

Where did I go wrong?

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Scatter the lizards, snap the crest master's neck, that's Arranger! and I was supposed to triumph while being praised.

Where did I go wrong?

And a future that will succeed the Luminous family.

And the future of partitioning internal affairs under the king's patronage.

Everything disappeared like Kasumi (blurred). Something I thought I did have. Not even my own life.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Where did I go wrong?

Arranger's heart, which was stained with anger, dimmed. Dark emotions, nothingness itself spreads its wings to the mind.

Arrangea was the first to know of its existence.

Its name is Despair.

A convict who puts an end to the future of the person who saw it.

I can't do this anymore.

Doesn't make sense.

That's what I thought. Arranger's arm - he stopped waving his sword at some point.

"Ha... ha... ha... ha... ha..."

A sword slips off the rough breathing arrangian hands.

"Is it over, little boy?

The crest man kicked Arrangea's right thigh. Exhausted arrangers fall to the ground unbearably.

I can't watch this anymore.

That's what I decided. The elite soldiers of Arrangement made the move.

"Arranger, help me!

It is suddenly attacked by a crest master.

"Ha!"

The crest laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"I wish you guys were the ones who said they wouldn't approve of suspending the duel! Yes! You're the ones who lie all the time!

If you say so, the crest whistled.

The Lizardmans, who were static, moved out. They leap to the elite soldiers to protect their Lord, the Seal Master.

It became a riot.

Soon the elite soldiers of Arrangea were killed. Lizardman's sword, his nails, dyed red one after the other.

I couldn't help it.

Arranger's elite was certainly strong, but that was only if he fought his mind calmly. I was anxious to protect the dying Lord - there was no way my original power could have been exerted with me upset by the appearance of the dying Lord.

Dead Arranger's men.

Every time that life goes out, one light of hope goes out.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah...!

The sight was hopeless for Arrangea.

The defeat...

Death.

Getting a little closer to Arrangea. After mowing down the lives of my men, that would definitely swallow the arranger.

It was cold as my back froze. My shoulders trembled for no reason. It hurts as if my heart was punched in even with a pile.

(... run! Run!

Arrangea stood still and tried to run out with her back to her dying men.

But my right leg doesn't move the way I think.

"Ugh!?

Arrangea screamed and fell all over.

The crest man spirals laughing when he notices the movement of the arranger.

"Oh? Are you running away from abandoning your men trying to fight for you? Nice! That's what humans are all about! Give it up, boy! Miracles could happen, huh?

It didn't sound like an arranger's incitement or anything.

(... I don't want to die...! I don't want to die! I am the Grand Aristocrat Arranger Luminous! You're not a dying person in here!

Again Arrangea stands up nicely.

A crest man turned a ruthless gaze on the back of such an arrangement.

"I don't miss it."

At that moment, Lizardman, standing in front of Arrangea, threw a spear. The spear struck through Arrangea's belly and stitched the downed Arrangea, pushed by momentum, straight to the ground.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!

Arrangea lost me to the pain. I didn't understand what happened. Soon I'm looking up at the sky and spitting blood. Your body doesn't move even when you try to escape, but rather when you move your body, the pain spreads.

The Lizardmans approach the immobile arrangement. Swords, axes, spears in those hands - with different weapons.

The crest laughed.

"I grew up surrounded by sweet dreams and easy work, a hard-won nobleman. Kill him without suffering."

The unreadable faces of the faceless Lizardmans glance at the arrangement.

Fear of inescapable death swelled explosively in Arrangea's body.

"Stop, don't come near me! You little lizards! This is Arrangea Luminous! What sustains the next generation of the kingdom! Here's the thing - it's like it's in your hands!"

The Lizardmans waved down their weapons.

There was a severe pain running through the entire body of Arrangea. The flesh is torn, the guts severed, and the blood flows out of the body all at once.

"Gu... ah..."

Arranger's consciousness faded rapidly.

No longer losing its future, Arrangea squeezed the past - a glorified past out of her mouth.

"I'm Arranger... you guys have a world to live in -!"

and blood from the mouth of Arranger.

Lizardman's big leg blocked that arrangement's vision.

"Omae...... Ur, Sai"

That's what Lizardman said. I said that in a human language that I could only speak a little.

Lizardman's foot is shaken down like guillotine, stomping Arrangea's head like an egg.

That was the end of the grand aristocracy Arrangea Luminous.