Ouroboros Record ~Circus of Oubeniel~

"- I'm sure you can be a brave man, too!

One holiday, downtown after noon, the boy parked his legs going down the sidewalk in the flying words that sounded like a runaway. Over the window of the appliance store, you can see a flat-screen TV of the exhibit showing a wide show-like program. Apparently the content of the video is an interview or something. A young man in white, who tries to be surrounded by telluric letters and fits on the screen. I remember that face belonged to a game creator who did become famous here recently.

"Virtual reality technology has made extraordinary advances in the last few years. Yeah, it's a breakthrough, this is... Within twenty years at the latest, the time will come for you to enjoy VR games in your home as well. Yes, it must be!

virtual (virtual) reality. Abbreviated VR. Only concepts have existed since the last century. The dream interface that by sending electrical signals directly to the brain instead of watching video and audio over the screen, that's what makes you feel physically like a real thing.

I'm impressed with how far modern technology has come. But...

(Even if you say you can be a brave man, it's only in the game after all, right?

The boy had ironic emotions in his chest.

"Hey, Erimiya. What are you looking at?

The boy, accidentally called by his name, turns his back by cutting his gaze off the screen. The opponent enrolls in the same class at the high school he attends, he was one of his friends.

"Tanaka? This is it, this is it."

"Sometimes?" You're a brave man too!? What are future games that change with VR technology? 'Cause it's kind of unusual to talk about the game industry on a show like this. "

"Doesn't that mean that's all the groundbreaking talk? It's VR."

To a friend who has eaten in an intriguing way, the boy - Yongdu Miyagi (Yuto) returns the appropriate gavel. The other guy didn't even notice it, and he kept talking happily.

"Give it a try, VR game. I never did it because I look like a romantic gay or a geek, but when I'm a realistic VR, I might rock my creed a little too"

"Right. Looking forward to the game."

Yes, the game. No matter how truly imminent the reality is, virtual reality is an intrigued virtuality. It's just a temporary fantasy, a consolation, in front of a real reality.

(Ten, twenty years is the story ahead... am I a sociopath by then? Maybe you're usually a salesman or something, or you can't even do that if you're bad and you're a freelancer? If I could, I could use my time as a hobby. I wish they would launch it when I was a college student)

Not zero feelings to look forward to, but a flavorless, dry future design comes to mind ahead of time. That's the kind of boy Yongdu Miyagi was.

Yongdu unexpectedly thinks. Since when have I been like this? When I was a child - in kindergarten and lower elementary school, I think I had a more innocent and honest personality. He admired the protagonists of television and comics and was obsessed with the work of sportsmen. A time when everything in my eyes was brand new and everything in the world was glittering and visible. When did that leave me?

He packs his studies like routine work in the classroom, and in the football club of club activities, he is inert and takes part in the practice without the temper to win the tournament. Once you get home, you complete a preview review of the class, and halfcompulsorily scroll through the pages of the weekly comic book magazine to avoid being left out of the surrounding fashion. I don't have any fun. I'm not dissatisfied. I don't even think it's worthless. However, I am struck by the urge to scream out from time to time on a daily basis that decidedly lacks passion and brilliance.

I want to be special. A present that is a mediocre high school student, a future that will be a mediocre college student, a mediocre social worker. I want to do something that only I can do to get rid of what anyone can be made of and what anyone can do. I want to see something I haven't seen yet. I want to get hot. I want goals to move forward even if I hang on to my life -.

(Shit, I can't find that stuff, so I'm self-satisfied at the price of what's a game)

I squeal like that in my chest like I mock myself. If such a genuine, leaking in front of a classmate tends to make me laugh when I'm already good old. Speaking of which, more than twenty years ago, did you refer to a young man with extraordinary aspirations like this as a medium or two disease? Apparently, it stems from the idea that is common in the junior year of secondary school, but Yongdu is now in his second year of high school. Two or three years ago, it would be an idea to graduate.

If you notice, the show is moving to another corner. It's an almost unimpressive story about having a baby silo bear in this zoo. The two boys' high school students walked away from the front of the electrical store, both of them, taking them away.

"So, what do you want to play if you can play a VR game?

and classmates waving the topic on the road. Yongdu thought a little before answering.

"I guess it's RPG. I want to try something that I can't do if it's real."

"Kah, no! I don't feel like I'm playing with all the movies these days, and it's called DLC that doesn't? If you don't charge and buy additional scenarios, you can't tell the story. You idiot. Geez, sports stuff, that's just how fun it is to move it, isn't it?

"... well, yeah"

Reply as quietly as possible. In fact, Yongdu liked RPG. Especially if you can watch an event movie during a game or learn about behind-the-scenes or hidden settings such as "Actually, that character's past is -" or "When the protagonists were fighting one medium boss, elsewhere -" in additional scenarios. Of course, you don't hesitate to brand the substitution as a blatant billing recommendation that the normal package alone doesn't make up the story, or as the ratio of actual play time to movie play time is extremely biased against the latter.

"And I'm honestly tired of fantasy stuff. None of this makes any distinction between beauty characters or girls. No matter what they say about different worlds, it's just a similar development and atmosphere -"

It's also good and bad to be able to hide the truth successfully, and my friend goes on to criticize me for perplexing. Let's not talk about games with him anymore. Yes, I made up my mind. I'm not a bad guy, but there's still something about it that doesn't really suit my taste.

I'm not in a very pleasant mood, so I decided to switch the subject somewhat forcefully.

"The other world, huh? With that said, if that had happened, would you like to go?

"All of it."

It was a quick answer.

"I don't like regular trips, and I'm not interested in being told a different world."

"Ha. You're more concerned about the drama than that."

"In other words, I am satisfied with my current life. I'm not hungry for stimulation enough to go out of my way to stick my neck in the room."

A friend of mine continues with a translational face.

"- First of all, I don't know if it's going to be more interesting or better than it is now because I went to another world."

A fist as horned as a cuckoo is slammed against the round table, making a sound that overwhelms his belly. Some of the men in the coat of law, who I think were the high priests who sat in the queue, shook themselves and gathered their gaze to a point. Attention is paid to the lord of the fist who made the sound, the great man who is not so much a priest as a warlord who made his name in the battle. The gown, which wraps a large, thick body body, is a qualitative making, but from the presence of a stra raised from the neck - a long belt showing the authority of the clergy - it was known that he was a priest of extraordinarily high rank.

Its stern face is bitten and tense in the back teeth as it runs its swordswallowing glances, and it can be seen remembering the intense anger of the saints and others alike.

"... what did you just say? Emilio Lazzaro Calandra, Commander of the Monks"

The voice was silent to the outside, but she was pregnant with lava plated heat and tremors gushing out of the boil. He struggles with the rage on the verge of soaring. Those who hear it will have such an impression and will have to be afraid of what will happen if that emotion explodes.

But Ten himself, directed at the words, replied with a sarcastic laugh when he clapped his nose and shoulders to make a fool of himself.

"Ooh, ooh. Did what you did to your boy go far? Gianfranco Paolo Fantoni, Head of the Saint Knights"

An anthropomorphic sight of a malicious cold-blooded animal in a sticky voice reminiscent of a slug crawling through his ear. It is more a thick coat of silver than a white whose brilliance hurts in the eyes, or a bishop's crown worn by this sight, even though it is not a festival, a true saint's bully. Yet he is an impoverished little man with all the negative humanity mentioned earlier.

The man who adorned himself with the symbol of authority, the Commander of the Monks Emilio Calandra, continued his words with an obvious expression, as did the evil pleasure.

"Shouldn't we perform the ritual of summoning brave men for the first time in three hundred years? That's what I said."

"Don't tell me you're kidding. No!

Again with anger, now both fists were slapped into the table. Was it the voice that shook between the round tables, or was it the aftermath of another blow? Cardinal Fantoni, who concurrently heads the Angry Clergy and the Holy Knights of the Omnian Empire, rolls up with a waist full of enthusiasm.

"A brave man is not a warrior of the other world for whom the Jihad of the Demon King's Crusade is called in the first place? Summon it without a sign of certainty? Are you going to turn the three kingdoms against the enemy?

"O Lord Fantoni, calm down."

The Cardinal next to him spoke out so that he could turn his hands and forgive him.

"This will be the occasion of the Holy Council of Cardinals. I was wondering if we should keep quiet and have an argument without getting excited."

"Gummm..."

Fantoni pulls his mouth together and roars at the words, and Kalandra lifts her lips wondering if she has seen it.

The Omnian Empire, where the Itucella continent is the oldest country with the four powers in one corner, and the main mountain of the Holy Kingship. The place to determine the policy of the State, and of the Church, which is inseparable from it, is this Council of Cardinals. Attendees will be eighteen cardinals each occupying a pivotal place in Omnia, the royal capital of the same name as the country. The number XVIII corresponds to the number of apostles left on earth during the ascension of the Holy King. It is the intention to mimic the ancient saints of Tai and to give the Conference the meaning of an important seat that determines the fate of the earth of Ithusela and the faithful.

Cardinal Emilio Lazzaro Calandra, a man of unspoiled style on such a solemn occasion. His proposed agenda of acceptability of the execution of the brave summons is disputing this meeting.

"Oh, boy. My suggestion is to deal with your boy's feared situation in the first place, right?

"Nanriri. The war between Arquel and Zanktogaren, and the demonic army that it appeared on the battlefield. Also, the distant cause of the war lies in the abnormal occurrence of demons in the East"

"You think there's a new dungeon in Arquelle that won't even survive an A-level adventurer party? It wouldn't be unnatural to take this series of heinous events as a precursor to unusual events."

Kalandra and her enthusiasts talk about Fantoni in a mouthful. What a man who had always pointed to the cautious attitude of the monks and soldiers and insisted firmly that the situation on the continent in recent years be disturbing and that they intervene more strongly in the country. It was to that effect.

"That the measures are extreme...!

A strong Saint Knights leader argues with a frustrating seeping lower voice.

"The power of the brave is not something to be wielded in delusion. It is so powerful in this world that it could upset the balance of nations. What do we do by summoning the demon king without a sure proof of his resurrection!?

"I thought Lord Fantoni's words were the best. A brave man is an apostle sent to the earth by the Lord in heaven. Let's be honest that we shouldn't call it a prank."

"No, not at all. First, the market is set when the resurrection of the Demon King takes its edge in the disturbance of the hearts and minds. First, I preach the teachings to the people, and I know that spreading the harmony to the world is the prerequisite and the main road."

The eyes of the summoning opponents were all in sight of the colours that condemned Kalandra, the center of the propulsion. He who abused the privileges of the Cardinal and applied them to an evil luxury, and whose habit now stood to intervene outside the country on the grounds of sacred walls, is now to say.

(For the most part, it would be an accumulation of hearts and minds that would strengthen their position by taking in the force of the brave and by dispensing with the great ritual of summoning. You rotten monks...)

Fantoni stares at his political enemies sitting face to face with a harsh look. He hasn't liked Kalandra for a long time. It was called the sexual roots that satiated the power and devoured the money, it was once called the frivolity that was danced by the conspirators of neighbouring Arquel and deepened diplomatic relations on their own, and there were instances of it, but in earlier battles it was sometimes not the opposite of Fantoni, who preferred to be physically rigid. As a religious, the vulgar side was too strong, and as a politician, my side was too small a figure on the table...... that was the [gray cardinal] thing a man named Emilio Lazzaro Calandra.

Then why is such a human being sitting in the chair of the Cardinal of the Order of the Holy Kings -

"Hmm. So why did I open this magnificence to my brothers? Why don't we open it up?"

Pattin, and the sound of your fingers ringing as if you had conceived. It signals that the door between the meetings will be strictly open.

"Excuse me, sir."

It's like ringing a bell, a comfortable voice in your ear with a firm description. A stomach with the smell of deep itching, even as you correct your back stretching posture. And the face of a flower that should also be metaphorical to the white lily (basket). At first glance, it was an unlike young woman to the meeting of the priests who came to this status with many years of merit...... no, it was a girl.

My daughter, who brought in the monks and soldiers of the offering, is dressed in some strange outfits. Apart from the circlet decorating the forehead, there were several blue ni monk clothes that hid the underneath exposure from the neck, and there were marked talismans with holy symbols and holy words to seal something tight. And every time she moves forward, no, her immature chest goes up and down to breathe, she is repeatedly annihilated.

"Irmaella Aurelia Calandra. I came to the service at the invitation of the Commander of the Monks"

Due to the strength and immensity of the power that resides in her, a princess witch resides in the breakthrough sanctity that must be sealed multiple times. That was her. And for whatever reason, as the surname you named indicates, this girl is the daughter of Emilio Calandra, the head of the monk regiment.

He's a father and son who doesn't look alike.

That daughter shows the picturesque virgin to her father, who buys contempt all over the church but flirts. In contrast like some kind of joke, Fantoni glares. In fact, this parent and child were the exact opposite of everything. Whereas Irmaella resides in a power that can be described as unprecedented in the history of the Order, Emilio the Father has only the power of whether it extends to hundreds of monks and soldiers. The Kalandra family was a former famous family that fell three generations ago after losing a power struggle in the upper ecclesiastical hierarchy. It was the truth that it returned by selling in a daughter born with rare powers and offering her to the Virgin. Both the position of head of the monks and the position of cardinal is explained by the fact that the seven lights of his parents are not the seven lights of his daughter.

But at the same time, it meant that Irmaella had so much influence that such measures had to be taken.

The man who warms the cardinal's chair with his butt with his daughter's glory in Kasaa commands him in a magnificent tone.

"My daughter. Let me tell you all about your history, starting with the Holy Knights."

"... Yes"

Ilmaella, who thinks something about being used as an instrument of political strife, whilst slightly shading her expression, is still submissive. In its appearance, those who rebel against Calandra like Fantoni and others also taste the thought of being punched in the chest. Again and again, this father is symmetrical from what to what. If a parent is a treacherous object of authority and power, then she, the child, is a devout believer all the way. I can't help but feel the world's utmost indifference to the fact that it is being used by the lower house only because of the connection of blood.

Together, the statue of the Virgin of the Empire began.

"I have nightmares every night more than the match between Arquel and Zanktogaren."

"Nightmares, huh?

One of the attendees turns away blinking her eyes.

"Yes. The end of the west, the land ahead beyond the desert. I saw the sight of an unclean blue flame rising above his land."

The temple was dominated by temples in Russia.

Western Peninsula. A forbidden land with endless deserts and boundless demons. That was once the worst disaster that threatened the entire continent of Itusella - the place where the Demon King reigned.

It was seven hundred years ago that the presence of the Demon King was first inscribed in history. It was about three hundred years after the ascension of the Holy King gave mankind its protection and the expulsion of demons began to proceed. At that time, Omnia continued its northward march, dominating the present kingdom of Arquel, subordinating the tribes of the Marlbea Islands floating in the North Sea, at the height of its prosperity as a united nation of the continent. The time when mankind was about to be destroyed by demons had passed, when the glory of the Holy Kingship had passed to the end of the earth but beyond the sea. At the time, in the western peninsula, where integration and indoctrination into the Holy Omnia Empire was under way, suddenly, demons erupted. In an instant they killed the local people, knights and clerics who had been seconded by Omnia's own country, hanging elves, dwarves, livestock, beasts of the field, birds, fish, even grasshoppers - claw teeth of the existence of darkness. On that day, humanity remembers over the centuries. Memories of a time when we were in danger of annihilation in the formerly unprotected days of God. And in the heart of an inexhaustible demon, a being who ruled the evil spirits while casting the curse of the annihilation of mankind. That was the Demon King.

The battle against the Demon King is left in the history books saying that it was an extremely sour one. Unlike the traditional ones, the mighty demons under the umbrella were intelligent and attacked humans not to eat or defend themselves, but to slaughter and kill. Some of the subraces, such as goblins, oaks, and orgasms, especially savages, fell under their control and were baptized by darkness to become demons, he said. The crusaders sent by Omnia have fought that army three times and have suffered great defeats all three times.

Ultimately, the confusion was calmed by the first brave man summoned by the then Empress, who consulted with the Demon King and sealed him with his life, but the Old Omnia Empire was to mark a time of serious weakening. The damage caused by the war is needless to say enormous. Not only were some of the friendly war victims who never returned from the battlefield serving because they were high priests from the sacred lineage, but also the Omnian royal family. About a hundred years after the Demon King's Crusade, the emperor of Old Omnia was cut off, and the king, who was under the emperor's command, was independent. The Holy Omnian Empire collapsed and the territory of the former unity regime only left the peninsula where it originated.

The culprit of the fall of the Old Holy Empire by making it a crisis of human annihilation. That is the Demon King.

"You think your dream is a sign of the resurrection of the Demon King?

"In awe, I say yes. Though I suppose I am a servant of the Demon King."

"Demons...!

Once again, a wave of agitation ran among the people.

It is the hands and feet of the Demon King, and the high demons that leap into it for its resurrection are called the Demon Nation. A demon who instigates and corrupts man for the purpose of offering himself to the Lord and takes his sacrificial soul. An evil dragon that destroys immensely and devours many lives. They are monsters beyond the standards that very adventurers are dealing with.

"The last sign of the demon king's resurrection seen was 300 years ago... the fold was that the brave men of the time succeeded in stopping the resurrection by defeating the demon clan"

"Nevertheless, the Demon Nation - the horror of the Four Demon Generals, a monster of fingerprints among them, is not insulting. We were to sit back and watch the establishment of Zanktogaren because Arquelle faded in that battle, but it was late."

"So, while it is only the demon tribe under your command that awakens, you call upon the brave first?

"... there's no way to do that either."

The gaze of those who are in their seats gathers at a single point. Because Fantoni, who was supposed to be a sharp vanguard of the opposition, said there was no way to summon the brave. Naturally, the anti-Kalandra Cardinals, who were in tune with him, have an uncomfortable color in their eyes.

"But, Commander of the Holy Knights. It's a girl's dream, isn't it?

"Dear Left, I thought you were only slightly weak to base it on."

If you come here and are translated by Fantoni, will you increasingly tone the shameful [gray cardinal] Emilio Calandra? Though how the Virgin and the famous Irmaella say it, in the end it will be the daughter of that man. This must also be a convenience to strengthen Emilio's position. And yet trying to make concessions is sweet for my daughter without changing her face, did you even bond? - That's what the voiceless words seemed to say.

but I don't shake my face like I scraped it out of the Rock of the Holy Knights.

"Whatever your dream is, it's not enough to perform the ritual. but it has not been once or twice that the Proclamation was given to the Virgin Irmaella"

In fact, she had also predicted in advance the massive outbreak of demons in the earlier Zanktogaren. It is this Fantoni who concealed what came to her consultation, weeping and pleading with anxiety, when death pushed from the black woods of the east, where demons overflowed and struck people.

"... I used to feel like someone else was crushing it."

Say, stare at the man who's fucking laughing in the opposite seat. A man with a past who cut off the words of a fruitful daughter who either saw no interest in herself in intervening in the East or pushed herself to heights as bullshit.

Did you think this return to the boulder was flawed by the certainty of victory, or Emilio Calandra ugly distorts its details?

"It is this suggestion because I regret such negligence. It's a little unpleasant to think they'd take a fried leg."

"Only if it does."

He cut his gaze off from the wooden edge just riding his daughter's ass horse, Fantoni continued.

"If so, is the nightmare she has seen merely a dream, or is it truly a proclamation? We need to finalize this point."

"- And say?

"On the next full moon, perform the ritual and rarely officially proclaim."

Deliver a wish to the Lord in heaven with the prayer of several priests, and measure that a miracle may be shown: the Trusteeship. If its content matches Ilmaella's dream, you can proceed with the matter of the Brave Summon again. Inadvertent brave summoning should be cautious, but sitting on the demonic bouncing beam should be abhorrent more than that. Then it was only natural to make the need for summons more certain.

"I also think the sacrifice is about who needs to stand neutral in order to be impartial, how about it?

And to ensure that the contents of the proclamation are not distorted, those who are not promoters or opponents are also put in charge of the ritual differences.

"Hmm... I thought it was a reasonable line"

Emilio says as she snorts in frustration. Perhaps he anticipated that Fantoni would oppose it hard, and at that time he was planning to say it out of himself and not become an organizer in this ritual as well. It is a stupid thing. If I had cut out from the beginning that my daughter might have been entrusted, the meeting would have been settled with such a carriage some time ago. This is what happens because Fantoni and the others look to broil out or hang up the opposition and imitate the blatant after the argument and so on.

Fantoni shakes his head gently even as his nose roughens to the thought of his chest being empty. It is not the behaviour of priests, let alone those who occupy the Cardinal seat as the head of the Holy Knight, such as those who are delayed by a dark sense of superiority in the failure of their political enemies. He tightened his mind with one cough.

"Gohon... the two of us have reached an agreement, but are there any differences between the lords?

No, there's no annihilation.

"There is no other Lord of the Knights of the Holy Order and the Lord of the Order of the Monks. We need to pinch something. Shall we sit down?

"Dear Left"

"Whatever the outcome of the proclamation ceremony, we should let the nations know that Omnia is afraid of the world's turmoil."

"Nanriri. In recent years, there have been many people who delay doing things that are against humanity in abundance. For example, of Arquelle, who was first listed in the Marquis."

Whatever the inside, the other attendees agreed, and the proposal was passed unanimously.

Later is the rite of proclamation, which takes place in the next full moon, depending on the result.

"I say no beforehand, but I'm the one who made the suggestion of a valiant summons, right? I would like you to remember that very carefully."

Emilio pushes so hard at the end of the meeting. By asserting the merits of the proposal, I suppose we will occupy the throne of the ceremony of the Summoning of the Brave, which will take place later. Either way, it's the first ritual that's been performed in 300 years. He wants to take that responsibility too much.

"... oh. Keep in mind that your son is unmistakably obsessed with carrying out the ritual."

Unexpectedly, the sarcastic words broke out of the edge of my mouth. Is it okay to leave such an important ritual to the raw odor, which is inferior to power and lacks merit? and.

"Huh! Excuse me......!

The said opponent turns himself over with a reddish complexion. As he leaks his sigh, he drops it off.

"Um... I'm sorry my father always bothered you"

Ilmaella, who says in a nasty voice and bows her head with a pepper.

"... I don't mind. It's me and the rest of you who have a hard time."

"Yes, no. That's not true, sir."

The girl shrivels and cuts and drops her gaze at her feet like she's in trouble. It's the Virgin. She's still in her mid-teens, too, while being lifted to say what it is. When I leave my official duties, I see the face of a shy, weak child in the mundane moments.

(I didn't know you had to push the blame on your daughter like this, or make it a stock of contention that didn't go down...)

Once again bite the difficulty of her position and the stupidity of her father. And in my position, there is also a limit to following Irmaella. Anyway, Fantoni is the political enemy of her father, Calandra. There are a number of people who make noise about what they don't need to do with some kindness.

(If Irmaella's words were not false - no, it would be true first, because she is not a daughter who can tell lies - humanity would be in crisis again. Yet even Omnia, the main mountain of salvation, is like this)

Demonic ambush, even a brave summons is a power game of politics, the status quo that becomes one of its handbills. When I think of it, I cannot forbid a glimmer of anxiety with the head of the audacious and ringing Holy Knight.

(... can you safely stop the demon king from resurrecting you for having fulfilled and summoned a brave man?

Questions that were never voiced continued to wind up all the time under thick chest plates.

A week later, the herald of the Demon King's family's resurrection of the Demon Nation will be officially proclaimed as a trusteeship, and the ritual of summoning brave men will be executed here for the first time in three hundred years.

On the road, the two topics had shifted to those about school assignments.

"- Seriously, Yoshinaga Sense's report on Japanese history. 'Is that okay? You can't have a full copy from the internet. If you go to college, you have to do some research in the library or something."... Oh, my God. "

Friends who make shiatsu and use prolonged back voices for nothing to say. Apparently, he's going to imitate the female teaching he just took up this year.

Yongdu puts in a scratch with a laid back look.

"Bad. They didn't look alike at all, now."

"Ha, I knew it? Um, do you need some more color?"

"Don't you dare color out...... so, that's the challenge, what are you on about?

The report's challenge is "Local History in the Edo Era". Interview museums and libraries to find out about the history of this town and write up essays. It feels a little expensive for Japanese history classes in high school. This year in charge of Japanese history, the enthusiasm of the new generation has gone around, and there is a bad habit of making these challenges too difficult.

Classmates show a slight bare gesture of thinking before saying.

"Um, speaking of what was in the Edo period around here... talk about the Christian samurai in the example being raging? Sounds like a good subject, doesn't it? What did you say, that guy?"

"Oh, you mean Yoshitani main water"

A little bitterness mixes with the words to be returned. Yongdu was also going to write about the person.

Yoshitani main water is the name of a samurai who made an incident in this neighborhood about three hundred years ago. At one point, he disappeared from under His Highness, whom he was serving, untouched, and had been gone for nearly a year. And just like when he was gone, I thought he was back all of a sudden, and he said he was completely different from before. He raised a gold necklace that resembled the cross, and consolidated himself with a Southern barbarian ceremony and an armor. And the waters of the LORD were Christians.

The lord was furious. There was also the disgrace of being expelled without permission, but the impact on Christians was greater than that. At that time, Japan had issued a ban under the clandestine system of the Shogun of Edo. Christianity is a prayer. If you were to know that a Christian had come out of the ministry, there could be territorial feasts and the destruction of your home. His Royal Highness chose a handyman from the minister and stood by the assassination of the main water.

Awesome is coming.

"From what I've heard, they've returned ten or twenty of the people they came to kill."

I say it as I remember an old story I heard from my grandparents when I was a child.

There are no fewer than ten assassins directed at them by the clan. It is told that the sword was swept to death by the wave of the Lord's water. Not only did he become a Christian while he was disappearing, but he also raised his martial arts skills out of the question where and to whom he taught.

Yoshitani main water could not be stopped by spears or swords. At the end of that period, he was able to take it out as far as a volcano gun and finally shoot it, but he also told me that he had a gunshot wound to his shoulder, yet he shook off the chase, escaping to Nagasaki and escaping from the country on a Nambarian ship. As Yongdu, I think the former is more credible. Realistically, if there really was such a big incident as the samurai breaking the clan and exiling, it would be in a textbook on Japanese history instead of local history. Is it not the truth that it has not, after all, failed to beat the artillery and was murdered abruptly?

"It's impossible to slaughter ten people in a duplicity, mundane. Of what double-gay?"

"It's a flashy case."

"I can't help but think about the subject of the report. But it's too famous for old stories around here, isn't it? I think I'm going to wear it with the others..."

"Right."

In fact, Yongdu was just about to choose the same subject matter. It's about that teacher, so if you raise a report with similar content or something, you'll be eligible for a deduction. When I think about it, my head,

- Zukiri.

My head hurts.

What's the matter, Miyagi?

"No, I have a bit of a headache..."

Hold your temples and stop. Yongdu calmed down at the stabbing pain he had caused by accident. A friend supports his back with care, and a misguided passerby leads his gaze here to see what is going on. While doing so, the pain grew worse and worse. My vision dazzles, my cold sweat blows out, and Kim and her high tinnitus prick my eardrum. I can't help myself on my knees, I can't stand at the earliest.

"Hey, are you okay, whoa!? You look really bad, don't you? Call an ambulance!?

"Gu, ah..."

My friend's voice is far away. They should be talking in their ears shaking their shoulders, but it's like they're calling from across the wide river. While doing so, modulation goes further. In front of you will be filled with white light and you will not see anything. My headache gets worse and I feel sick as if I am being scratched with a spoon of brain miso.

In that,

"Respond... even..."

Somebody's voice, I heard it.

It doesn't belong to a friend beside me. It's a voice of a girl, high, cool, like a peace of mind just hearing it.

"Respond to my request. He who lays low in the distance. He who is responsible for the protection of the Holy King. If you wish to respond to the invitation, raise your voice and respond to me...!:

The Lord of the Voice keeps complaining about it. Answer me. Answer the call with a voice.

Yongdu got lost. Would it be good to respond to this voice? I have a headache that makes me nauseous and weakness that prevents me from getting up. This occurred with a sudden malaise, not just a hallucination? Instead of responding to something like that, you're still worried about me beside you - your perception is confusing and you don't know what's going on around you - why don't you tell your friend that you're okay and reassure him? Common sense in him makes me feel reject for unrealistic phenomena.

But...

Please, don't...

Such thoughts also melted and disappeared as soon as the voice echoing in the back of his brain cried with pity.

"Who, is...? Who are you...?

The breath is also a moment of constant speaking to the voice. In a vision full of white light, a change occurred.

Brilliant, dark purple, like the universe itself swirls. It's like a hole in the space itself. Yongdu intuits it as something of a 'gate'. It is a gateway that separates and connects this place from the real and the unreal.

Reach out. Take my hand...!:

The call had changed from a prayerful sound to a prayerful one. Alternatively, from the liturgical observance of stereotypes to those that reveal pure and flimsy wishes. Before he thought about its meaning, he reflexively extended his right hand to the 'gate' -,

- At that moment, the world changed.

The first thing I felt was the feeling of my right hand wrapped in someone's soft hand. Then I notice that the ground I'm kneeling on has changed from a gravel-mixed asphalt to a slippery stone. And most importantly, the air is different. For the first time, I tasted the exhaust gases of automobiles, the cluttered crowds of overpopulated people, and such urban smells and tasteless clarity.

(Where are you, here?

While feeling slightly frightened, he opens his eyes in awe that he had at some point been meditating hard.

... In front of me, there was an angel. An elegant expression with a clear and pathetic face reminiscent of a white lily. I have never seen it in the twenty-first century of Japan where I have lived before, floating away - no, a girl with a realistic beauty. So much so that for a moment I really wanted to be sure if she had wings on her back.

"… αβγηδωεσαμ?

An angel opens his mouth and leaks a carefree voice. To Yongdu, I don't even understand what she's saying or where she's saying it. Is it an angelic, heavenly word? However, I felt that the voice was somehow similar to the one I had heard until earlier.

"Uh, where am I? What the hell are you?

Questioning the confusion, the girl blinks her eyes unexpectedly patchy. To that human trick, I was felt by the wind, the girl close at once to whom I felt like an angel. Not in a bad way. Ning Ro, you seem adorable and likeable and intimate.

"Δτρ, ρολμνννιιγ..."

Also whispered in incomprehensible language, at the same time the girl's eyes lay down face approached us one by one. Match each other's lip heights with pittance. As it stands, a little, maybe, so-called...

... Chu.

- Make a small, wet sound and soft areas touch each other enthusiastically.

(Ki, kiss!? Why!? I just met a girl like this. Hey, what the fuck!?

Yongdu makes his eyes black and white for a sudden accomplishment. He's usually a cool guy a dozen years ago, but he's never been in a deep relationship with a woman. Not to mention a beautiful girl and a foreigner whose opponent I don't think exists in this world (?) If so, it would be exaggerated.

but the beginner boy was not given a respite to indulge in his first experience.

"Mm, mmm...!?

Feels like something invisible flows into your body and into your head through your mouth. The voice, the letters, the knowledge… the words are engraved with supernatural force, independent of the person's learning. When the unspoken sensory runoff eventually subsided, the lips, which were tied together as if they had anticipated it, were also released.

"Hmm... how about that? Do you understand what I'm saying?

"Yeah, yeah... Ugh, yeah. Oh, what? Actually, did you speak Japanese?

Nature, his gaze follows the lips of a girl who had been in contact with herself until earlier, while divulging her barbaric thoughts, unlikely immediately after First Kiss.

And I noticed.

"Nihongo? Is that possibly the language used in your country?"

(Lip movement...?

There is no connection whatsoever between her words, which are audible to Yongdu's ears, and the movement of her lips. It's like a western blowjob. A sight like putting a voice in the actual footage later in Affleco.

(A little super high-tech simultaneous interpreter or something? I'm going to say that VR is going to be practical soon, and the wonder is that such technology was invented - no, no, it's huge. You speak up and you hear it in Japanese with no time difference, and conversely, how can you not hear it speaking in its original language? I mean, I'm not wearing earphones or anything like that, either.... So what is this happening in front of you?

I feel a tingling glare. Unlike that, which had been forced to interfere from something earlier, it came from pure inner confusion.

You're noticing Yongdu's modulation or not, the girl kneels beside him as she moisturizes her eyes like some intoxicated.

"... Whatever, the contract has been signed here. Thank you again for having responded to my invitation."

"What? Contract? No, more than that... invited, did you?

Both intoxication and confusion wipe away as if they had been given cold water from their heads. So is she still the lord of voices heard throughout the city?

"Your name is Irmaella Aurelia Calandra, High Priestess of the Church of the Holy King of Omnia. In awe, I'd like to know your name."

"... Yu, it's Yongdu. Yangtze Palace Yongdu. Eh, should I say Ut Jeremiah to foreigners?

Confused, I tell you so. The girl, who named Irmaella, continued with an increasing tide of cheeks.

"Dear Ut Jeremiah… We accept your name, correct (only). Whatever, whatever."

"- Please save this world from the threat of the Demon King, brave man"

"........................... Huh?

Without swallowing words that lack a sense of reality, I leak a dumb voice.

What is this girl talking about? Who the hell is the Demon King? And that's what you called yourself a brave man? I don't want to think about it this way, but are you out of your mind for a second? Isn't there a distinction between games and cartoons and reality?

And at the same time, I finally look around, even though I'm a wolf. What we stand on is an altar made of white stone. The place where it is located is in a splendid church-like building like an overseas cathedral seen in the documentary. No matter where you look, in the streets of Japan where you walked with your classmates until earlier, or in a hospital that was transported after you fell, let alone the sight of your room that you can see after you wake up from your dreams.

View that has suddenly changed. A phenomenon that can be understood abruptly as Japanese in a language I have never heard of.... and a mysterious girl who calls herself a brave man or something.

The thought circuit that was tapped into the various elements eventually gave an absurdly absurd answer to the boy.

Could I...

- Have I come to another world?

Thus the third brave man, Euth Jeremiah, descended upon the continent of Ithuselah.

Three hundred years ago, and unchanged from its predecessors seven hundred years ago, it remained dominated by deep and colorful confusion.