Maouyome

Somewhere far away, the bell sounds.

A snug breeze containing the smell of spring grass blows the clouds across the blue sky on the chapel tower.

Grass flowers that shake in the sunlight and the color to return. On that hilltop overlooking the Holy City, there was a relaxing flow of comfortable time.

"... that's a good place. This is it."

Salarily shorter dark hair flows into the wind, with thin lips loose and squeaky shaped beneath.

"It's obvious because it's where I found it.... Damn. Follow the scarecrow."

It makes me feel good about the same things that I thought were good. On the other hand, I'm a little happy, I don't want to admit that it smells slightly lighter, and I get off my face.

At the edge of my vision, I could see Orolana narrowing her eyes and laughing.

I prefer men's clothing, but I can feel relieved by its righteous face and Rin's behavior. I regret reddening my cheeks all the more, and at last I turn my back on every body. That was the usual thing.

"That's not true.... This place with a view of the Holy City is certainly a good place, though. Not only that, but this country is a good place."

"It's my country. It's a good decision."

"Ha. Right. I think you're right."

A smile that blossoms on the white skin like it falls out looks dazzling.

The first time I saw him, he was like he dug his expression into a rock. These days, it's become quite naturally funny. I guess that's all I've gotten used to the air in this country. That makes me feel like I'm happy about something.

"There is freedom in this country. Everyone is responsible for choosing and choosing in freedom, … living with confidence"

"What the hell. You made your own decision, so it's obvious. What do you want me to do with it?

"I envy you for taking that for granted."

"... I don't know what that means. What does a guy from Ladalest who came all the way to marry a brave man say? You're the one who envies everyone."

"Your freedom is salvation."

"... keh. I don't know."

That's always been the case when I was talking to Olorena.

I'm so tired somewhere, I can't calm down.

Though I was always scolded by the brave Fascias for restlessness, I still knew that I always felt somewhere softened by the seriousness of the masculine impersonator from that exotic country and the occasional lack of confidence in his expression.

"... Eusis. Thanks."

So it wasn't that.

That's not why I didn't, but the straight gaze to the innocence that I occasionally show in that was lit up.

I was so ashamed of the smell that I couldn't take it properly.

The straightness is dazzling.

I just couldn't resist.

Somewhere far away, the bell sounds.

There is a voice to call so that it overlaps the sound of that bell.

One day the sight.

One day the called voice, overlapping.

"... Eusis, Eusis!

In a terribly distracting consciousness, the contours of vision are sumptuous.

In the continuation of tinnitus like a low, smoking wave, he did see overlapping items in his memory in a voice calling himself.

"Eusis... oh, I woke up,... good"

...... Orolena.

As soon as I realized I was awake, I realized that I had been dreaming.

Far past. Someday in the place, he.

In a world that gradually regained its contours, Pope Lydia, with an uneasy expression, found his face close together.

Deep and hugged by Pope Lydia in his supreme coat of law.

"... cum. Right, I am!

I remember being caught up in a suicide bombing by one of the 'Worker Bees (Calabrone)' on the stage trying to chase O'Hara. He was distracted by surprises.

Get up in a hurry and get away from Pope Lydia.

"O'Hara ha!?... How lost was I?

"It's about a few dozen seconds. But O'Hara already did."

"... damn"

If you look at it, some of it was just blowing up on the stage, and it didn't look like there was that much damage. I can't see the impact of the explosion as unnatural as it is at a certain point.

"The Lawlord is aggressive in his" Holy Wall ". Still, I guess I couldn't prevent some blasts. You were the bravest Eusis."

"I'm sorry.... showed pity"

O'Hara's figure had already disappeared from the square.

There is a lot of pity in this kind of thing that keeps things happening in anticipation of timing so that we don't miss it. It doesn't seem to be like the law lord or Voldo. The sweetness of the claw is regrettable.

"No. I am deeply grateful to you.... even about her."

"... no. I couldn't do anything to him. I... eh"

The word I was about to say was blocked by a strong gaze along the way.

Shallow denial is returned with Rin's voice.

"How much you saved her because you were a friend to her.... I'm sorry that I seem to push the end of my body. O'Hara, please."

One, nod loudly and jump onto the stage.

"Make the law lord and pope the central temple!

Skip the instructions to the rest of the group as they pull out the sword that pierced the truncated platform.

"The Commander of the Knights of Bazelat works with Pope Lydia to control the remaining soldiers in the Holy City! I'm going after O'Hara like this!

"O brave man! O'Hara is in the Old Town!

"Ah, he's a sanctuary! I'll get you whatever you want before I finish my descent ritual. Come on!

The purpose of O'Hara is the forced descent of the Goddess to the Virgin Mary.

It is indeed a fanatic behavior towards the goddess, but the Virgin Mariel has no gospel. I don't know if the goddess can get her down without the gospel, but at least I don't think that's going to make Virgin Mariel safe.

"Brave Eusis! Mariel, please, that girl!

"He's a brave man for it! I'll take care of it!"

Receive the plea of the legal lord and leave the square behind.

Run through the site of the Monastery of Filiano, a sanctuary in the heart of the Old Town, with the "physical (physical) strengthening (enchant)" for itself.

Born in the Holy City, I grew up in the Old Town on behalf of my parents.

"I don't want you here!

Slash the working bee (Calabrone) that strikes you many times along the way and even run down the road to the sanctuary.

Is it because they're quite pushed over there, too, or if the number of 'working bees (Calabrones)' that strike me is high. Put all the power in your hand right here.

That's all the distance from O'Hara if you take the time to deal with it, but his leftover meat wall gets in the way from next to next.

"... Damn, that's awesome!

The one who comes at me will end up with it if he slashes it, but he won't even spare his own life in the first place. If the numbers are high, that's all it takes to deal with them.

"Get out of the way. Eh! Get out of my way!

As I bounced the group through the narrow alley, I saw a glimmer of red smoke stretching out into the southern sky.

It's a signal from the Holy Lock Gate on the south side of the capital.

Looking back at the trajectory left by that smoke arrow, something cold ran on his spine.

"... and it must be too soon!?

The red smoke signal from the Holy Lock Gate indicates that the gate has been opened. That was after the control of the Holy City was complete and captured O'Hara, Haz. Even though it was meant to bring in troops from the east, including Rosidia, against the Kingdoms Coalition, which still leaves a line outside.

Though control in the Holy City is halfway over, O'Hara at heart has not yet been captured.

For example, there is another possibility that can be considered.

"Voldo's guy, I don't want to be able to hold him..."

He's outside while he's beeping inside. Voldo holds him in. Haz that was supposed to happen, but if there's a separation between the force differences, that's hard too. In that case, the cage was supposed to be set up in the Sacred City promptly, but... I don't even feel that it is slightly too early in time.

"... Damn, that doesn't work, actually haha!

Anyway. The Holy Lock Gate has opened.

It was also a matter of the earliest time before the Allied Coalition of Kingdoms outside stuffed up to the Holy City again.

Before that, if you can capture O'Hara and help Mariel the Virgin, this one will be packed.

Trying to rush ahead in agony, the Temple Knights blocked their way again. The working bees. There's really no forgiveness from next to next.

"It's a waste of time to tongue!

Obviously, it's just a time purchase to get O'Hara away, and even more frustration is solicited by the fanaticism of throwing his life just for it.

Someone jumped out of the shadows of the walls around him, on the verge of putting up a great sword and fleshing at him, raising his anger and jumping.

"Razorback, korah!?

"I was being liked here. It was like!

They were residents of the old town.

Residents of the Old Town form a party and attack the 'Worker Bee (Calabrone)' with hammers and sticks in their hands.

Residents of the Old Town push in one after another with a number of violence. Some of them had a face I saw.

"Dowd,... you guys!?

"This is our city! We'll try to protect ourselves about our own city!

From its full spectacle with trembling back teeth comes the unknowable and unspeakable strength of the heart.

... really, it's a good place. This is it.

Return the answer in your heart to a memorable, frank smile.

That's why I can keep doing things here that aren't even patterned as brave.

"The brave man goes first!

"Hell yeah!

A shadow moved in his retrospective sight in an attempt to follow the path that the inhabitants of the Old Town had opened for us.

Behind Dowd, who is facing this way, his shadow looms and he wields a high, sword-drawn white blade.

"Dowdow! Behind you! - Whoa!

"... Huh?

Dowd slowly turns back behind him, flashing an unscrupulous look.

An unforgiving white blade is sucked into Dowd's neck ahead of an emotionless cold gaze.

I can't make it.

A moment of despair was there.

I'm trying to welcome a white blade, standing still, not understanding what's about to happen to me.

"Dawdwowwwwwwww!?

It was the moment when Dowd's head and body tried to be separated.

"Holy crap!

A silver rider, jumping in from outside his sight, bounced the blade, which was about to show the consequences, big for each person who was shaking it.

"... hi, hia!?

Pressured by momentum, Dowd falls back, desperately lagging back as he butts on the ground.

The silver horse body, which jumped in as if it were a meteor, gained more momentum and instantly kicked the remaining fanatics.

"O brave man!

Silver furry horse. Raise your gaze to the voice called from the horse of the six-legged silver divine horse.

Flax hair glows in the sun.

There, the light until dazzling, was plugged in.