Log Horizon

The line began to move so that I could be thrust through my back.

Akatsuki, who was thinking, moves out pushed by a wave of hurrying people. I also missed what I was thinking. Short she walks early enough in a gloomy mood through a huge intersection.

Tall black figures twirl around the sides and back of Akatsuki. I heard a car cration from close range. I guess the commercial vehicle with its nose stuck at the intersection is frustrated by the inability to move. It sounds metallic and tall, but nobody cares.

Akatsuki wonders if I'm the only one who feels reprimanded every time that sound goes off. I don't wish someone would do something about it soon, but I haven't solved it once in my experience. The walls of those who flow around are intimidating. Salaries. OL. students. People of different occupations of different ages walk away mechanically.

Some speak loudly. I am in business to put my phone on my mouth. Afraid of yelling at his men, Akatsuki shrugged his neck. Voice of the promise of a loving date. Akatsuki knows that the woman who talks to her cell phone to sweeten her is not smiling at all.

Yeah, I just know. I don't see the look on the faces of the people around me. In such a crowd it is almost impossible to see the faces of others from Akatsuki. There's too little space to even look up and see enough.

Just pushed to persevere, walk to be rushed, keep walking in a frustrating gloomy mood, not knowing why but frightened.

The whole city was overflowing with sound. The sound of an emergency vehicle siren sounding far away. Automotive cration. Exhaust sound like a grumpy beast. The collective sound of everyone speaking to their cell phones on their own twirls like the sea in the background, mixed with neons and music from all temps, painted all over them like a pizza sauce that no longer knows the flavor.

I can't understand the content of the music or conversation that plays on Akatsuki, who walks on his feet. They just mix together and press their ears, and they're about to be captured by one phrase or piece of conversation that sometimes comes up, but they're pushed away by an overwhelming amount of information.

Yes, that was a flood in a violent sense. Akatsuki wasn't drowning, but it was just that he knew how to close his mouth and ears. In terms of being drunk and flushed by turbid currents, it is no different than a person who is drowning.

The waves of people climb up the valley slopes of the building around under the guard while swallowing akatsuki. Where does all this crowd come from? And a laminate of glass and concrete, which was forested to smite the heavens, crept the surface, and they went in there, and came out again. Almost everything in this city was as high-pressure as the alien giants were chewing and draining at the same time. The Akatsukis move to be swallowed up by the building and wander through the compressed city to be swallowed up by another building after being thrown out of the building.

The implanted evergreen tree creeping red brown coal was a thin, dirty being. It's like, "This is a green-minded, naturally minded building," the first temporary plant that exists only to be used for the excuse of alibis. All I can say is that I put it on. Though they will not be trampled and vandalized, the pressure of the waves of those to whom Akatsuki is now being pushed away has fallen for 8760 hours a year, and they can no longer even fix it.

Akatsuki moves on with just a glimpse of it. It is only the style and duty of every citizen living in this city not to lag behind the speed of the surrounding black crowd. Very bad things happen when you disturb that gait.

Asphalt flows through Akatsuki's vision. Asphalt is the star of Akatsuki's gaze, which is beaten by a wide variety of shoes. The streets, which should have been flushed by rain last night, are no longer dirty and tired, show up with broken convenience store chopsticks, fliers with no specialty, plastic bags, paper that was a snaggy silver color, and key holders that suck in muddy water and are no longer picked up by anyone. They are, of course, the first I have seen now, ravaged by clutter without having to recognize them, and flow into the past for Akatsuki, who keeps walking. But at the same time, they, who are the only ones, appear on the streets, again and again.

One plastic bag naturally would have wrapped a product sold in some store, but it's already long lost its uniqueness as garbage that appears on the street. There is no longer any difference in any sense between the plastic bags that are now trampled by clutter and broken to no avail, and the bags that will appear even five minutes later. And that's for everyone. Probably even for Akatsuki.

The passage of time is as slow as a snail along with being very rude. Advertising music, which is also made into an explosion that is occasionally inserted like a sudden heavy rain, chops up Akatsuki's time independently of his feelings. They become pacemakers to dominate Akatsuki's life. But that's not true when it comes to being too busy to think about anything. Since there is no room in the finely cut time unilaterally for study or play, we will inevitably do what we can in a short amount of time.

For the people around you, that seems to be talking out loud toward your phone, or continuing to charge apathetically on your smartphone. The chopped time for Akatsuki, who was not interested in such an act, was carefree self-awareness. You have to eat up your teeth and endure their innocence. Emotions similar to anger are already supposed to chill out and become self-loathing. I wonder if I can no longer say I am a human being to live a life thus broken down into smallest units. Akatsuki thinks it looks like livestock. I don't have a way out of this place in that evidence.

The rows stopped at the same time. It's a signal. It blinks a few times and turns red. It allows for simultaneous crossing at right angles. A bunch of automobiles rushing to be chased by hunters make a deafening noise and pass in front of Akatsuki. Akatsuki knows that the distance to the next signal in this city centre is no more than fifty meters. Even if that was blue, I guess next or next these cars will stop again. I don't understand the intentions of the cars that accelerate and scatter gas as if they were intolerable, even though they are at that distance. Is it also a secret that Akatsuki cannot understand?

Akatsuki sneezed one staring at the cars as if they didn't like the blanks on the path. I feel like I've been going to this city more often, and I rub my nose. After I rubbed it, I still had a slight regret. I've always tried to stop doing this unfemale trick, but there's no sign that I can change it. Akatsuki's nose always sneezes because of his annoying sour car exhaust.

Akatsuki, who walked out early enough, proceeds to ride at the head of the wave. I walked out, but for Akatsuki, who has narrow strides, it's a small run.

The only question I had was where I was going. There must be a way to go if you're pushing this kind of pain. Plus, we should be meeting up or on time or on some sort of schedule heading there. Yes - I should have been on my way. school. I think it was a learning facility there. Probably college. But somehow it had disappeared from the sea urchin.

Disappointment strikes before confusion. I'm about to be crushed by the anxiety of having nowhere to go in this belt conveyor lined city. Laughter. Electronic sound of a parade that makes you happy to shoot. Car brake screams. And the sound of the passing of the resounding Yamanote line. It hurts like a clogged throat, blurred vision. Akatsuki walked desperately to avoid bothering others, even though he was overwhelmed with desire to stop. Cross the flashing signal, pass in front of the convenience store, turn the corner of the bank and go ahead in the familiar crowd. Not here. Somewhere. Maybe everyone here doesn't have a destination or anything like that plastic bag. Also for substitutable acorns. But for Akatsuki, he needed proof that Akatsuki was the only Akatsuki and the only Akatsuki. No matter where that was.

If you noticed, Akatsuki was flying up a concrete staircase in two steps. The cold emergency staircase reminded me of the rustling landscape of some estate. It was a very familiar and well-known sight, but it lacked specificity and Akatsuki was not sure where it was. The important thing was to say that Akatsuki was running up the stairs and that was not a bit of a heartbeat thing, but a process of escape.

It wasn't specific what you were running from, but that was because Akatsuki knew you'd be caught up the moment you did your specific imagination. It's a plastic bag if you ask me. Ravaged by clutter, snapping like wet, I felt a near-torn plastic bag sticking snugly on the back of an acorn, no, on the back of a staircase kicking leg, making a scurvy noise. I can't hear that if I clear my ears. It's a mistake to stick around. But somehow Akatsuki hastened ahead without being able to do just that: look at his feet. A disgusting sense of urgency is spinning over my spine like a cold needle.

I can't breathe as if I'm low on oxygen. I think it's wrong, but I can't prove it to be wrong because I don't know the correct answer. Climb the concrete stairs, jump out onto the dance floor, tilt your body to shake off your inertia and fold back further up the stairs. The repetition was as hilarious as the mice continued to spin in the car. Driven from somewhere by sounding concrete drilling, Akatsuki is desperate to escape. As if I don't like the concrete stairs themselves. But I have to run that staircase to get away. How far does that chain go to end?

Reaching a dance floor that I don't know about the dozens, or even the hundreds, Akatsuki finally realized that wasn't a dance floor or something. Underfoot buried in creamy concrete, stomped off, and Akatsuki took the clutter all over the exhaust gas and fell. In the screams and fierce winds that kept falling indefinitely, Akatsuki did think he saw that plastic bag again.

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It was a white beach.

Clear skies follow.

The infinity of Cellians, like the light addition of watercolor paint, was full of different waves.

Akatsuki walked alone on the beach.

He was alone in an unpopular vast space characteristic of winter.

Akatsuki awed in the crumbling sand.

My little toe is another step if I lie down.

I put another footprint in the unclean pure white.

I saw a small shadow flying far and away. Is it a seabird?

Sakuri, Sakuri.

All I could get into my ears were those little footsteps and the Serbian tide washing the beach.

I held my coat tightly in the cold, and the acorns were lukewarm.

Slowly, without being rushed.

If I looked up, the water was sparkling and turbulent.

The winter light didn't have heat. It just blinked.

Small footsteps and small footprints followed on the beach, like thin chains.

I didn't know where this place was in Akatsuki, but I didn't feel impatient until earlier.

Though this is not a destination, I thought it was a safe place.

Walking on the quiet beach was a relaxing and enjoyable experience.

How much I would have walked.

Try to get close to the water and flutter the back of your shoes by Cellian, or circle around for a spin.

Try holding me back like a bee dance.

I was alone, so I looked serious and Akatsuki tried to do that.

I laughed so funny and small.

Footprints loyal to Akatsuki have admired Akatsuki everywhere.

Even that was fun as a diary to be spelled out.

I had to narrow my eyes in order to see far away, but a figure appeared in its sight.

It was a long shadow staring at the sea as if I was in great trouble.

Akatsuki was surprised that his body was light, and after that he knew he had run out.

I rushed over with a surprisingly small number of steps the distance I thought was far away and slowed down.

I'm not the kind of person to hit and hug.

But still, I looked up to the shadows, invited by admiration.

Siroe, who noticed Akatsuki, dusted and dusted his face.

Akatsuki always felt very satisfied when he saw Shiloe, who usually looked so difficult and bemused, laughing like that.

Lighted, eye-catching, bad-looking.

Siroe narrowed her eyes and laughed. After being lost, she asked with her eyes towards Akatsuki and began walking on the beach.

Akatsuki began walking with him to chase the hem of that coat.

Siloe seemed to be consciously taking the walk slowly.

Shiloe did not utter a word. The same was true of Akatsuki, who walked through Shiso.

The beach, where only the loosely moving sound of the atmosphere and the secluded tide echoed, was like elegance.

We both hesitated to break the tranquility.

My lord's hands are huge.

I put my head on two or three times and looked at the trick to get my glasses back on and I think so.

Drop that hand in a white coat pocket and step up.

No, should I be late?

It might be a better excuse to grab the hem of that coat if you're so late.

Akatsuki thought about it and made his mouth a letter to.

I haven't been able to make a slightly grumpy face.

When Shiloe looked back and waited for such an acorn, the two began walking again on a sandy beach like a sugar finisher. I can see the dark sand changing its appearance behind my feet. The slightly cold wind chewed me up, but I was no longer concerned about that. There is definite warmth in the center of the body.

Everything was rare and fun for Akatsuki. Siroe's big shoes chew the sand crunchily. I also enjoyed that footprint deeper than myself. I thought it was adorable that the hem of the siloed coat should gleam in the wind, which is only the sushi I visit from time to time.

Compared to Akatsuki's, I also wanted to try to get a siloe pocket hand that looked five times bigger, but I just couldn't do that. Instead he looked back and was satisfied to see the siloe and his own footprints follow on the sandy beach.

A limp swept over Akatsuki's little nose to round his eyes.

White snow is scattered without sound.

I won't even let the cold of the sushi bite. It faded away when I touched it with my fingertips.

It's snowing.

Akatsuki, who looked up to tell Shiloe so, was nodded with a gentle smile and learned that it was no longer necessary to report. I wore the hood of the duffel I had Siloe pull up and walked further.

I didn't feel tired but I think I walked a lot.

The turquoise sky became increasingly transparent and dyed deep blue, with the sky glowing like a jewel.

The waters that photographed the shimmering were clear of everything, receiving snow and swaying white.

"I didn't think it was this quiet."

The crushed siloe stopped her leg.

Soon they had reached a small cove.

"Yeah."

Akatsuki returned the favor.

I really wanted to give a more attentive or feminine answer, but I couldn't think of one. Siloe was still staring at the sea, which should have been at night, without even showing how she was in a bad mood.

Here's the thing.

Koon.

I thought I heard a sound as if I played a big crystal softly.

A distant signal seemed to be echoing from its end of a huge seafield.

Suddenly, a new perception arose behind Akatsuki's brain, but it was fogged during a moment of confirmation.

Something transparent blew through the sea urchins, not the sea urchins.

Akatsuki's feelings for the loss were filled with sadness, even though it was something he wasn't himself.

In a big hand that touched his shoulder to gently encourage him, Akatsuki learned that Shiloe felt something the same. The look was not harsh but harsh.

When Siloe stretched the blade of the cutter knife she had removed from somewhere tightly, she clumsily cut some of her forehead. Black hair with a strange gloss like sand was a lot less than a single room.

When Akatsuki received the cutter from Shiloe, he still cut the tip of his ponytail in the same way. I had no idea why I was doing that, but I knew it was a necessary act.

The two threw their hair into the sea plains soaking their feet to Cellian.

A crystal sounded somewhere to acknowledge, and the snow danced with no chill.

So Akatsuki finally understood that this pale fragment was a memory for everyone.

That death does not deprive people of their memories, but that we are here to dedicate our memories and get a chance to rise again. Even if I couldn't remember that, Akatsuki came to think that he was going to stand up again hoping.

"Wow."

Shiloe's leaked words were Akatsuki's thoughts as they were.

How many thoughts do you feel about snow falling flat?

How many have renewed their determination on this beach?

Akatsuki became dizzy at its enormous number and weight.

And I was not convinced that it was an incredibly valuable fortune, not a promised orthodox right.

There is also a siloe next door.

"Did Akatsuki fall?

Akatsuki, who had been thinking about Shiloe's words for a while, finally nodded.

That's right.

I'm dead.

Put it on the killer's blade.

That's good.

Not because we can resurrect in the Great Temple, but that's, not yet. Akatsuki fought and fell. No regrets there.

But the perception that he was dead awakened Akatsuki's memory. It's a memory of flying out of a Leinesian mansion and running through the sky, a huge something that Souzillo showed, a flimsy side of a cleric protecting him, a gorgeous, but serious, thing about the girls who were obsessed with Reese's, Henrietta's, and that other tea party...

- That was it.

What is it?

Akatsuki found out that he could only call it “something”.

After that battle, I haven't moved on at all.

I regret I don't know, I'm sorry, I just could cry.

I swept away from that important thing. I finally realized. But I have no idea what that is or what to do. I knew how precious and important that was, but I couldn't take advantage of it. I said that was a gift.

I wanted to explain it to Shiloe.

I wanted to tell you that I was something very pretty and found something wonderful.

There was something important over there. Though I can't be sure, it seems like it was something I was offered.

But I don't know what I found, so I'm speechless.

With tightening regrets, Akatsuki burst into tears.

I couldn't stand the fact that I couldn't tell you even hurt something important. I learned fear that I would just be fuzzy and even diminish the value of that gift.

There was definitely something there.

In the midst of the city's mess.

In the invincible smile of Souzillow.

Dead isn't a failure. Failure to get an array of fingertips is Akatsuki's failure.

No. Maybe that was even right in front of me from the start, Akatsuki thought. If so, I couldn't find it. I would have made countless mistakes. No matter who told me, Akatsuki convinced me that was the truth.

I cried again at my impudence. Because of this, you die without being able to do anything.

"Oh well. What am I, too? He's dead."

When Akatsuki looked up at his hand placed on his head, Shiloe had a troubled, tender-looking grin. Akatsuki found out that he was worried about me. A modest grin as if to mock himself was the face of Akatsuki's guild master when he spoke to Akatsuki.

"My lord too."

"Yeah."

After that, silence flowed.

Shiloe moved the hand she put on Akatsuki's head like she was in trouble, but I'm sure that was because she couldn't think of anything to talk about, Akatsuki thought. Siloe has that kind of clumsiness. I guess Akatsuki is trying to take care of me even though it doesn't matter.

"I failed. The prospects were sweet. - I couldn't believe it."

That was more of a self-disciplining line than a weak sound.

"I don't know"

So Akatsuki also responded not to make weak noises.

"It's strange. I didn't think you'd see Akatsuki here."

The continuation of the low answer was brought about after countless snows fell.

Akatsuki was surprised to think of the meaning of Shiloe's words.

Certainly that is very strange. I haven't seen Shiloe in a long time.

Speaking of which, I missed Siloe.

I missed you so much.

I wanted Siloe to stroke my head.

I also remembered that I wanted to get compliments.

That's why this encounter was strange.

I can't believe we met in a place like this.

Until now, I didn't even notice that.

To the wonder that I met Siloe.

Although I don't know Akatsuki, I feel this is not a normal place. I appreciated the miraculous coincidence.

"Yeah. My lord. Strange."

It reminded me of the whole sandy beach I had walked on and the Serbian sea.

In a sight as glorious as it was bleached, there was a siloe who turned this way.

Running up and looking up, his big hand stroked his forehead.

It's just a coincidence.

But that coincidence blessed Akatsuki.

There's nothing else you want.

Anything that Akatsuki didn't get to him will surely still be sleeping in a place that remains a fluke.

On the contrary, they must be innumerable. In the shadow of Akatsuki's impossible to find. In the brooms I've overlooked because I haven't even tried to find it so far.

I took the good fortune of getting it for granted with arrogance. I assumed there was no such thing as luck I didn't get. Even though luck, encounter and help are probably waiting to be found by Akatsuki everywhere in the world.

"So let's do it again."

"I guess I'll do it again. - Everyone taught me."

Akatsuki grabbed Shiloe's coat.

I had a feeling that this memory would not remain, similar to the feeling of crumbling sand beneath my feet.

That's why I gripped it hard and hard, even though I thought it might leave wrinkles on my coat.

Perhaps Shiloe and I will be separated from each other again, so even if I can't tell you, I wanted to hold onto that coat. But the desire was vain, and the endless dunes like powder snow intensified their brilliance.

The hiccups of the tide are pale, including Rubi: Keoku, a one-room hair dedicated by Akatsuki.

Akatsuki fell into the blue sky, which gradually became a mix.

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It's all right.

Akatsuki slowly surfaced his consciousness by loosening his cheeks to the feeling that remained in his palm.

It's all right.

In the palm of my hand, I still have the feel of a rugged cloth.

It's all right.

But when he opened his eyes, Akatsuki saw his little hand solidifying in such a way that he could hold something in front of him.

Akatsuki found that the sarcasm and memory were releasing. With the thin tears flowing down my cheeks as I lay on a hard sleeping table, I lose the memory of my dream that I should have been in it just now.

Akatsuki wet his tears by turning his stiffening palms into fists, as he shook out the guilt and loneliness that had left him in his shallow sleep.

Akatsuki got up and lowered his back to a simple marble-making sleeping table.

Why, I feel like I've come through a very strange place.

It was a quiet, lonely, gentle, transparent place.

So Akatsuki traveled, met, noticed, and rose.

I think we talked about something important. I wanted to bring it back with me if I could.

I can still feel my hands. Probably. Of gripping fabric. With the slightest warmth it faded rapidly. Akatsuki tried to stop the evaporation of dreamy memories, but he knew it was a wasted effort.

The crystal bell sounds away.

But I could bring home only one important thing.

Perhaps only the most important thing could be brought back from there.

Akatsuki confirmed that all gear had not been lost when he explored his body.

I'll get off the sleeping table and try to move carefully.

It's the first time he's died since the Catastrophe.

Akatsuki knows from the common sense of Elder Tail and from rumours of people since the Catastrophe that the Resurrection involves some loss of experience and memory. Lost memory never occurred to me right now.

I remember the Horizon of Records, the Siloes, everyone. Even the memories of the original world don't seem to have been lost about the family, the school, the memories from childhood, or the troubled parts. If you look into it in detail, I think you may have forgotten something, but that will take some time.

Experience points Lost is less uncomfortable with the body. The loss of experience points, which do not have to be reduced in level, is said to leave a sense of fatigue in the body when it comes to stories after the Catastrophe. However, with Akatsuki's current sense of reality, it is difficult to tell whether that was due to the point of experience loss or whether his body was stiffened because he slept on a marble sleeping table. I mean, to put it another way, it's just to that extent.

Looking around again, it was inside the Grand Temple.

The white marble room has several sleeping quarters and the walls are decorated with understated sculptures.

This was the "Great Temple" of the city of Akiba. Not so much, but during the game, I was resurrected in this sight. Akatsuki starts walking while fixing the position of the knife.

There was a lot to do.

The winter sun was rising beyond cloudy weather if we looked up into the sky from the corridor.

From the angle it seemed like it was too late noon. It should have been the middle of the night when we started fighting, but did the resuscitation take about half a day? No, that won't happen. Perhaps at the same time that he was resuscitated, the thread of tension broke and he fell asleep. For example, I also feel that my body is sore muscles.

Akatsuki moves on through the zone of the Grand Temple, which is bigger than it looks.

I have something to do.

There's something I have to do.

You can't just give up because you lost once. Akatsuki realized how lazy he was. I thought I was fighting all over my body. I was trying to assume that I was more desperate than anyone else. Such is deception. It's just an excuse. There was a lot I could do. Akatsuki kept away from what he really had to do. I was just desperate to do what I liked and try to assume it was an effort. It was sweet.

Akatsuki proceeded resolutely through the stained glass illuminating chapel.

From Akatsuki's point of view, it should be Akiba's city in no time if you go down a wide staircase.

But what I waited for there was a sight Akatsuki hadn't expected.

"Are you a fighter? Do you have any injuries left?

Akatsuki, lightly embraced because he was alarmed, makes his eyes black and white. "Cute no," Henrietta swung as she cheeked. No matter how small it is, it's because it's the [Adventurer's] arm that holds each woman up lightly, but Henrietta doesn't seem to realize that at all.

"I thought it might be time to wake up."

Reese, leaning against the railing of the stone slope, called out to me, and behind him, I saw Rainesia, who also wore the same thing, bowing her head with regret. The fox-eared woman, arm-wrapped behind it and smiling invincibly, is a western-wind goddess seen in a late-night battle.

……

Akatsuki tied his mouth.

I can see my face getting darker and steeper.

Not everyone hates anything.

Everything rusts out of me. I just don't really know how to talk to you because I haven't made close friends of the same sex in my generation so far.

But I know what I have to do. Akatsuki only took it back from his bereaved dreams. So I shook Henrietta's hand slowly lifting myself over her belly. I looked at Henrietta, who shut her mouth in surprise, Reese, the fox-eared woman, and Raynesia, who looked more troubled than anyone else.

Akatsuki, unloaded to the ground, simply bowed his head.

"Please don't hit me. I know it's a favor, but I want to impress all of you. Wouldn't you tell me“ oral "? I want to take that killer down."

I can also see a fox-eared woman with a startled look, and Henrietta breathing behind her back. Rainesia has a sinking look.

"If it's an autobiography, Mr. Souzillo could have used it, right? Mr. Nazna."

"Oh. Right."

"But it still didn't extend"

"It will."

To Reese's question, the fox-eared woman, the grown-up looking beauty called Nazna, answers so.

"Why do you still ask for an" oral "?

Reese turned the story straight to Akatsuki.

Akatsuki bit his lip.

Couldn't explain it well. Perhaps they would have thought it was selfish selfishness to want an oral note but for. Regret fills my chest, but in other ways, I couldn't imagine Akatsuki.

"Mr. Akatsuki"

But at that time, I had a gaze with Reese.

Probably almost her age, she stared at Akatsuki with a cool look.

She is a girl who stands firm as part of a gigantic guild that Akatsuki can't imagine. Both the woman called Nazna and Rainesia, Henrietta, in their respective places, are more connected to other people than they themselves do the role.

Akatsuki recalled his determination. If you pulled it here, it's exactly the same as before. I bumped into him with all my strength, failed, but I tried so hard to comfort myself. Still, Akatsuki found out that there was a battle in his life that he really wanted to win, but he didn't want to lose. No matter who you insist on or beg for, there's a wall you want to cross.

"I want to end that murderer"

Akatsuki complained desperately. But I guess I'm sad, my mouth doesn't turn well.

"It's not just" oral. ”If there's a way to stop him, I want you to tell me everything. I wonder if you could spare me."

"You think you can win?

Don't bluff. It was Nazna who made the inquiry. Rubi: Healer, a recovery actor who supported that Souzillo to the end in the Westwind Brigade. Long dark hair and a collapsed Japanese costume cleric. Akatsuki answers the query almost helplessly.

"I don't know. But winning or discussing won't end. If we don't do something to end it, it won't end... I think. Not unless you try to end it."

Akatsuki went on desperately to shake off the incomprehensibility.

I resent my clumsiness.

"And perhaps, my lord, I can.... from, I have to"

A doubtful gaze stabs Akatsuki.

That's what Siloe can do.

Even though I had already made up my mind, Akatsuki's words were cursorily heavy.

"... My lord, he's not here. To this Akiba."

That's the secret Akatsuki and The Horizon of Records have kept.

There is no siloe. It's a lie that D.D.D. is buried in a huge amount of work to protect the Roundtable Conference while it's away. Shiloe probably went to do what Shiloe could. I don't know what that is. I don't know, but Akatsuki was asked to be away.

So we must protect this city from the scourge that Siroe should be able to protect.

I promised.

"Can Mr. Nazna do that? And that's your question."

Akatsuki gets scared of Reese's words.

I can't promise you that.

I can't guarantee it.

I hope you don't want that.

"... I can't do it alone. That's why I need your help. Help, please."

That was an intolerable pain for Akatsuki. It was hard to admit to being a child or helpless to be cut off. A similar feeling sprouted to the curse as to whether this little body would only dwell on that degree of strength as it was interjected.

But in front of Akatsuki, Shiloe said the same wish.

Nazna smiled all the time saying that she had lost her poison to Akatsuki, who was surprised by the warmth of Henrietta's arm, which was hugged all the time.

"I thought it was going to be more or less that way. Ever since Souji told me to pull my hand. Shiloe's place is full of meanness. I wonder if they call their friends."

"Half the time, I guess it's called passing. Speaking of instructional unit standards, there is a need for overlapping exercises. Currently, there are eight“ oral biographies "in the verification process confirmed in our D.D.D. - Milord's permission has already been obtained. He said to pass it on to Mr. Akatsuki."

The golden-haired girl tells calmly.

"I also have things to do"

Raynesia, who remained silent, nodded with a blue face.

"... really, I can't believe I even came here to Rubi: Cerdesia and redo middle school"

A small, whispering crusader was organized to signal Reese's little sigh.

But for Akatsuki, it was a very big step.