Maouyome

The two men who went to the Sacred Capital were able to quickly learn about their activities.

How pleased is it that the two have a good reputation in the Holy City from travellers visiting the village and from villagers returning from outside? Those topics naturally came into my ear without asking.

The two, who have been together ever since they were young, accumulate remarkable achievements in distant sacred capitals.

It would be a lie if I said I didn't feel proud.

But at the same time, there was resentment.

Every time the two of them are admitted, every time they hear the name, they're about to be crushed somewhere by the bitter feeling of falling deep into their chests.

Two people from the same village and familiar with each other.

The two glorious people always say so when they look good on you.

Every time I heard that, my chest ached.

I was certainly aware that my heart was staring more and more at the pain that could be tightened.

Eventually, news reached the village that Sophia had been chosen as the Virgin and that Fascias had been chosen as a brave man.

From Sofia, who told me she was going to write to me, I ended up not getting a single one. Even the reply to the letter I sent to Sofia remained unreachable as one, but fell on the villagers and put up a cup of celebration for the birth of the Virgin and the Brave.

By then, I had realized how I felt.

Far away, that sentiment didn't change.

The village chief advised me many times to have a household, but I unfortunately kept turning it down.

I knew it was an unfulfilled thought.

I also knew this was a thought that would never pay off.

Still, I couldn't break my mind.

That's why when I heard that Sophia had been chosen as the Virgin, I was able to raise my toast to the villagers.

I also feel miserable about my humble self.

The Virgin is, by its doctrine, not allowed to marry.

While Sophia is the Virgin, she won't belong to anyone. I can't be anyone's. Even if that's the analogy, and the brave were the opponent.

I felt safe about it, and I was there.

Even if it was forgotten.

For example, even if she never came back to herself, if she didn't belong to anyone, she was there to reassure herself.

It's just stupid.

In the end, they immediately realize that it was just a distraction from reality they didn't want to admit.

"Sophia is about to quit the Virgin"

The rumor spread to the country where it stood.

Naturally, the rumors reached the village as well.

The reason for the Virgin to descend from that position is limited.

The biggest reason is to get married. The Virgin is not allowed to marry. So in order to marry someone, you have to step down from that position.

"Finally, Fascias and Sophia"

That's what everyone said.

I didn't doubt that as one of the villagers.

In this village, far from the Sacred Capital, it takes time for accurate information to be communicated. From the Holy City, this village was too far away.

Only time passes, remaining uncertain of sincerity.

I found that anxiety and anxiety grew every day.

And further news reaches the village.

It conveyed the engagement of the brave (Fascias).

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!

My whole body was about to be pulled off by the urge to be bitter, bitter and just ripped off.

I finally realized my stupidity, which was boring and reassuring.

Isn't the Virgin allowed to marry?

All you have to do is quit the Virgin.

What were you relieved of by such a thing?

Stay in the village and do nothing from yourself, just be glad and worried about the reward you receive, and what will it be? It won't be anything. Even though I don't have the hassle to be something.

All untrained recruit.

All the regrets erode my heart.

Someone whispers gently and quietly behind the black and still stained thoughts.

"Then you can take it."

I can't do that. Fact is, I've never beaten Fascias before. No matter how hard you work, no matter how many days you accumulate, you've never won just once.

"Then you just have to be strong"

I want to be strong. than anyone else. More than anything else.

I want to be stronger and stronger than Fascias.

"Be strong, you can take it"

A voice coming from somewhere scratches my heart.

Be strong, take it away.

To take it away,... be strong.

"Be strong, take away, gain more strength, take away"

Seek strength, take it away.

Take it to get stronger and stronger.

"If you want, I'll give it to you."

If you want strength to take it away.

"Let me give you the strength to take it away."

A gleaming glimmer of light lights across the darkness.

Notice what is in it, consciousness dissociates.

- No way. Don't take that in your hand.

I want it. I want strength.

I want power to take it away.

- That strength leaves nothing behind.

'Come on, reach out. Seek strength.'

- Don't reach out! That power won't get you anything. No!

I want power.

To get everything.

Take everything away, and I want power for it.

"No, no, no, no, no!

Where I reached for the other side of the dark, I was bounced out of my cloudy consciousness.

If you noticed, you were alone, standing in the dark.

Fragments of intersecting memories float around them.

These are just memories.

It's just a fragment of the memory that Hilco has eaten.

Fragments of what has already happened in the past.

No matter how much you scream, you can't stop it.

Push all the way into your fists and bite your lips off.

Ahead of that man, who was now experiencing the past together in his memory, who reached across the dark side, was' Hilco '.

And 'Sunra' was born.

Memories and emotions of when he was a human were swallowed up by 'Hilco', and one man, who even lost his name, sought strength.

A miserable memory to follow.

The man, who became Sunla, first slaughtered all the villagers of his village, and devoured them.

And his fangs were pursued by the nearby villages, and by the soldiers who came to crusade, and he eventually went to the land of demons.

In it is strength and obsession with taking away.

What I remember is a strong thirst for the brave and the Virgin.

Sunla, who continued to devour the demons with his guided voice and even the demon kings of his time, sought the brave and the Virgin and returned for the Holy Capital.

To get to the Holy City where I wanted to be.

And he slew Fascias the valiant, and Sophia the Virgin, … and devoured his memory and his power.

The man, who had been taken in by "Hilco" and had lost himself, finally realized his mistake by the memory he had eaten.

I finally realized there was a mistake I could never get back.

Even if I lose my name and everything, I still suffer in that memory all the time in this darkness where I cannot die and never end.

I can't even hope for redemption.

Forgotten by anyone, all the time.

You can finish this now. Haz.

I want to finish him off already.

Reach out to the other side of the dark.

I reached for the other side buried in a fragment of my memory, strongly aware of the presence sinking in there, and grabbed it up.

Thoughts, hoping for salvation.

Strengthen your arms to feel a definite response and pull slowly out of the other side of the dark.

From the other side of the dark the man appeared.

Old for distress, badly done.

Enough. Enough,... enough haz.

"... please. Kill me."

Gently, embrace a man pleading for death with a plundered voice.

"... yeah. Let's get this over with. Let's get this over with."

There is already no body of the man left in this world. All that remains is its remnants and the 'Hilco' split.

Embrace and name that man who continues to be bound in this darkness as the only being of the soul.

It's not Hilko, it's not Sunla.

I gently told the man the name I had lost.

"... thanks"

Leave a word, the man figure collapses away.

The time that continued to haunt me during my anguish and regret ends.

He turned into a black crystal in his hugged arms, cracked pakingly, crushed and left, disappearing.

Quietly pray for the blessings of men.

In the days when it broke, I gently prayed to the memories that I had broken.

Warm light fills.

Memories of being captured are unleashed.

Sophia's thoughts are the memory of Fascias.

Maori's parents' memories disappear.

Slowly open your eyes again.

(I was able to grasp the magic path. Now you will be able to crush the 'Hilco' split at once)

After finishing his tune with "Hilko," Ivanaga's voice reached the place where he detached his consciousness.

"Maybe you don't have to do that anymore."

(Necessary,... None?

Underground labyrinth at Demon King's Castle. its deepest.

Slowly released the hand that accompanied the pulsating 'Hilko'.

Maybe there's no need for that anymore.

Strange and for some reason, I see that.

Looking up at 'Hilco', I could see that the pulse was getting weaker and weaker. The pulse that was carving a certain rhythm gradually weakens and opens its interval.

(This is... No way, suicide? "Hilko" is trying to end his life for himself.... Impossible)

Eventually, the pulse stops quietly.

Not 'Hilko', not 'Sunra' either.

The soul that was captured in its nucleus ended itself.

We found that we had reached an end, quietly, with the splitters connected by the magic path.

The colour of 'Hilco', which stopped the pulse, sinks black.

The elastic flesh tensed and discolored blacker, while also shrinking while watching.

(... Involving the split, 'Hilko' died himself. Is this possible?)

'Hilco' stopped the activity.

I can see that that guy ended it all.

That guy who got his name back involved with the rest of the split, and he said it was all over.

But there's still only one left.

(... refia?

"He's not like that guy. Sunra can't obey that man's will when he comes out of his obsession and thirst. He's not here yet, he's the only one left."

Think of the last piece of shit that stays on the ground.

Sunra, born of that man, is still fighting on the ground. Because it's still on the ground, and it's haz fighting Maori.

"Master Ivanaga! I'll be back on the ground in a minute!

I won't let Maori fight alone.

Make sure you chase him after his back, because that's what he promised.

(Of course I intend to. But wait a minute....... Yikes!

With the words of Master Ivanaga, the body is engulfed in a floating sensation. The scenery around me flipped around and a strange feeling showed the spread.

I have a feeling that I remember somewhere.

"... here, no way"

(between (...) empty (...). The wreckage of "Hilco" was catalyzed and prepared in a rush. If it's in the labyrinth, it can be transferred through this space. We'll be on the top floor in no time!

"Ha!"

As Ivanaga said, the next moment had already transferred from the space between to the entrance of the underground labyrinth.

The Lord of the Labyrinth is only convenient.

(Hurry up!

I don't even need to be in me forever if there's space between them. Haz, but I'd appreciate it if you could help me with something.

Hurry up the stairs in front of you.

As soon as I jumped out of the dark labyrinth, I was blinded by the unexpected glare.

It was already not in the castle of the demon king or anything else, but with a landscape like a scattered wilderness of rubble.

I am reminded of the intensity of the battle.

A shadow was seen in the midst of the scattering of the debris. I don't have the wrong hassle with anyone else. Maori.

"Maorie!

At the same time I scream its name, faster than I think, and my body rushes out.

In the dazzling light. The rubble was blown away. With its right fist squeezed vigorously in its center, it was (...) one (...) person (...), Maori, standing there.