Re:Zero Kara Hajimeru Isekai Seikatsu

At the end of the day, Liliana doesn't remember the cuts or anything that she started singing.

The Liliana clan is the one who traveled the world without settling anywhere, from the time of Liliana's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's mother's and her mother's mother's.

What a bard. When you're in the business of rootless grass, naturally, but you're also quick to get bored. Continue your journey with two legs, not staying in one place, but mindful with the wind blowing.

It seems that some of the bards gather in large numbers and join together to perform entertainment, but Liliana was not in the temperament of preferring to flock much. I didn't hate being with people, but I'm not sensitive. In tangible terms, it is the difference in musicality.

Liliana went on a journey by herself, just as her mothers did.

Still, there is no denying that its solitude was quite early, even among the most relentless bards. She nested from her parents alone when she was thirteen.

"Yes, only from me! I don't know if I can smoke in here! If you don't mind your own business, you're not."

Even if it's not trivial, it definitely popped up at the end of Mouth Genka.

From the time she was over ten years old, Liliana wanted to be independent anyway. It was the overly reckless opinion of my dreamy daughter, and my parents - especially my mother - held her back strongly.

But young Liliana's emotions were already more mature at this time of the decade than the normal girls of her age. It is played by my father, and the numerous poems my mother sings, not less influenced by what I have become familiar with it.

For young Liliana, the people who show up in my mother's singing music were admirers.

As she touched their adventures and challenges, their battles and romances, their grids and their graffiti, Liliana couldn't stand the fact that she'd been stepping on her feet forever.

- People I know a lot about in songs are so free to choose how to live.

For Liliana, ten, the heroes and legends who appear in the song were friends. I couldn't wait to taste the same path they walked, the same view they saw, under the same sky as what they all looked up to.

Three years with that feeling, it would rather be something I put up with well.

Liliana burned out her passion to roll and her fellowship with people in one-sided stories, and acquired Lluriele's playing skills from her father by stealing that singing voice and numerous famous songs from her mother.

And as a step back from my mother, on the thirteenth night, when I was handed the Lüriele, which was passed down to the clan, I flew out my father and mother to stand alone at the end of the great Parent-Child Genka.

"Ha-ha-ha! Let me see it now, you old fool! I will be the Bard King!

Completely shaking off her parents' pursuit, she swore so toward the night sky when she was alone.

The great adventure of Liliana Mascarade, its beginning.

- Now that I think about it, I know that that parent-child Genka was caring for my parents.

Since he was ten years old, his parents had soured his mouth and retained Liliana's recklessness. He pointed out the immaturity of the technology, laughed high at the lack of study of the song, and occasionally skipped the meal.

"Oh, ho, ho, ho! It's ten years early for a little girl like you to be alone! For such a businessman, keep the meat from the trap!

"Oh, my God, poor thing! So much so that today the meat of the ravioli boiled to the ground, but I didn't mean to keep it! A child who doesn't listen to his father or mother is pathetic!

In a good or a bad way, I think they were dreamer-looking parents.

How heartbreaking was the journey of my only daughter for those two? I'm sure there must have been all sorts of glitches when we broke up.

"That's going to make you less dependent! You can eat three meals a day!

"When Liliana's gone, yeah, we'll have another kid or so!

There must have been a grid. I should have been spared. Definitely.

Besides, that parent-child Genka is my last gift to Liliana from my parents.

If Liliana breaks her dream and wants to go back to her parents, she can't go back. We bumped into each other so heartless to say no to Liliana's exit.

If you think there's an escape route, humans get weaker. If there is a place to return, nature and challenge refuse to burn to the end.

Especially the bards, who do not have their own homeland.

Hometown and family, originally the two hubs where people come together. Dependence on the family is unconsciously strong. Turning it down is the biggest obstacle to independence.

Liliana got over it with her childhood recklessness and her parents' sheer recklessness.

Liliana realized that compassion when she sipped muddy water, ate grass roots, and was beaten down by hunger and helplessness to make a weak noise of "I want to go home..." etc.

If my heart had broken over there, Liliana might have put the LURIRE away by now. I am grateful to my parents. Goodbye must have been the best thing for each other.

"-"

"Hot."

"Oh well."

Well, the bad bat wasn't half bad when we met again in a town a few years after that. Moreover, the arms of the parents were held by Liliana's unknown toddler.

I wondered if that was her own sister, but Liliana didn't exchange words with her parents, just strained her chest, stretched her spine and went too far on the spot.

A few years from now, if we achieve something more proud, we may be able to laugh and exchange words, even if we reunite with our parents in the same way.

It's just not good enough for me right now. So that's it for today.

Regardless, at the end of this day's encounter, it is also possible that I will never see my parents again. It's more likely that you won't get a chance to tell your sister you don't even know her name.

But it's okay. That's Liliana's chosen way of life to lean on the song.

And sooner or later, Liliana becomes a bard of fame all over the world, and the parents of that paedophile undoubtedly speak around her. It is definitely my sister who will be the victim of that first brag. Then doesn't it feel good to add that to one of your ambitions?

"Huh, it's a pretty chest-bouncing future. Bullets!"

and so on, when Liliana was seventeen, when her feelings also stepped out anew.

Now, Liliana, who will be twenty-two years old, nine years after her independence - naturally, but a series of ordeals, it was never just a life of smooth sailing.

Especially right after his thirteen-year-old trip, he said, "Become a bard king!" The day after I swore and so on, and the day after, I was already dying completely. If the merchants who wanted to go through didn't pick me up and let me save up some road bank for a while as a small-time user, I would have seriously died alone.

He was a bunch of merchants traveling all over the land and trading in traded goods.

Liliana was picked up by that group and looked after as a small-timer and busy. It's a much safer and more comfortable journey than seriously traveling alone, just for meals and beds.

If you arrive in town, Liliana will also be in charge of the LURIRE, singing on the street and earning a dime. I can't forget how touched I was the first time I got a twist away from my mother or father.

A group of merchants took care of him for about a year, but was dissolved because representatives settled in the town and saved funds to open the store. Of the scattered merchants, Liliana was invited to join her afterwards in several sets, but it politely declined to be alone.

Let go of your safe and comfortable journey and be one of the lighthearted and grind your fangs.

The days of soaking in warm water are over, and the legend of Liliana Mascarade begins. I'm pretty sure I meant it that way.

Then let's cut it off when it comes to years of ordeal.

As one of the chambers of commerce, or as one of the powerful bard clans, the public wind is cold on the little girl of a singer who no longer is, regardless of when she was carrying that sign.

It was just around this time that I learned the truth about my parents' compassion during the breakup.

And then Liliana realized, there was another grave truth about the world.

It was the fact that the world in which I and the characters of my well-known story lived was never the same and that I was not one of them or anything.

The hang-up wasn't something special.

It's just that, as usual, I ate grass roots, mouthed untouched red fruit in the mountains, belly down, and realized the night I was suffering from extended abdominal pain and fever by myself.

Heroes of great stories you know don't get like this.

Because the story is already complete. The days they threw up blood, spoke their dreams, shouted their wishes, and waved their swords are far in the past, and Liliana is just letting people tell it with such superior clarity in their footprints.

Liliana loves them, but they never love Liliana.

My thoughts were a complete one-way street, and it was only such a thing that I would reach the end of the past and lose sight of where I was going.

- Then what is a bard?

My father called me 'Become the Bard King!' He jumped out, 'and spent several years in the name of the bard bent over, and Liliana finally realized she was in dispute.

Never thought about it before, clashing defenselessly against such a wall, Liliana felt her nose columns and front teeth all smashed.

Three days and three nights, Liliana's abdominal pain and fever and vomiting continued.

Liliana contemplated it extensively, both in her dreams and in vague reality.

Four days later, on the morning she woke up, Liliana demodulated, washed her face in the creek, and drank water.

I look like I look different on the water than I have been before.

The wind rocked the grass, the creek spiral cooled, and bugs and birds were heard.

That's the first time I've felt a song there.

Tears overflowed, and Liliana jumped into the creek without being overwhelmed.

The bugs, the little birds, the fish were astonished, and all of it was overflowing with music, and Liliana squeaked her face off the water, laughing, crying, laughing, and crying.

Down the mountain, dressed thinly in mud and water, Liliana stood on the street.

Everyone hated the girl who set up the instrument in a miserable outfit. The store owner who was hit with it at the store looked disgusted and uncomfortable with the faces of the people on the road.

If I had stood up for a few seconds as it was, someone with no heart could have thrust me.

But Liliana stood on the street moving fast. I wasn't thinking that if I didn't start early, they would pick me out, etc.

She just wanted to sing fast at this time.

――――

How many human beings would have noticed it when the luriere's claw was played?

That only the luriette with the season in its hands and the hands touching its luriette had been cleansed of the mistless, thin, dirty girl.

I'm not sure how many people have noticed that.

If there's just something certain, it means that the consciousness of the people who noticed it would have instantly gone away from it.

――――

As soon as Liliana's performance began and the music overflowed from its delicate and refreshing fingers, all the human legs that were in her commute stopped and her breath jammed.

In an instant, everyone understood some dramatic change and was bewildered by the high waves that came to their hearts.

Its source stands on the street, its gaze concentrates when it finds itself with a thin dirty girl.

Liliana understood Dawn herself as she felt that attention would be drawn. The stage is assembled and we rush up to it all at once.

And when the fever of playing climaxed, Liliana's song began.

Previously, "Song" poured out of my throat so much that I wondered what it was that I was singing.

Thoughts of the numerous famous songs I know come and go through.

We'll be next to each other the whole time, and I'll drop them off in the sunshine as they ascend to heaven, which I just thought was a difficult friend to leave.

- The song is a gift, a singing inheritance. I am nothing to my former friends.

That's fine, Liliana understood her presence, that's how the bard understood it.

With that understanding, I can continue to sing.

Let's brag about it, there were so many wonderful people in this world.

Let's go around boasting of our differences that there were times when we thought we were friends with these wonderful people.

And one day, really, let's do that, like being friends with amazing people and being able to sing and be proud that such amazing people were friends.

――――

When she finished singing, Liliana wept.

The people who had been listening sneerily wept and sipped their noses just like her.

With 10,000 Thunder applause engulfing the round trip, Liliana Mascalade became a bard.

Liliana's music has been going on ever since.

Liliana was singing at the top of the burning control platform, recalling when she first sang on her own and when she first sang when she became a 'bard'.

At that time, something close to feeling gumshallah is swirling around my chest.

I can't wait to sing, what I want to put into words, but too much I want to make it sound. I can't wait to sing while I'm singing. This can no longer be called a disease.

The white flame that chooses to prey and burns it down still burns without weakening the momentum.

That scorching fever did not reach Liliana, but only the scorching fever was causing this body prolonged. The burning pain still runs on the back of his shoe, and his body continues to scream through the stone tower surrounded by such flames. I bend my knees right now, and I have such a severe pain that I want to cry.

But there's no way to cry. It's a waste to roll around.

Beneath my eyes are people who listen to songs, but this throat is for singing, not crying.

――――

The songs that sing up are not inherited by Liliana from her mother or clan.

It may disqualify you as a bard who is for real to sing and carry on the story, but this is the first song Liliana got as a gift when she found out about the music that fills the rest of the world.

When a new morning arrives, the sky will stain red and yellow.

Liliana liked that sky that drives away the night and shows up when a new day begins.

And even over that red-yellow morning burn, the Ethereal Dome brings in a real morning.

- The sky overtakes the morning burn.

Whatever night you have, you still visit in the morning.

The blue sky, which overtakes the morning burn, is the beginning of a new day.

――――

Confusion is now spreading in the city, and many people are unable to move around swallowed by anxiety and grief.

It is a fact that everyone is standing back and scratching their feet in the night that they cannot see before or behind.

But still, Liliana wants to sing that the morning is coming.

Because I want to sing because I think so, sing.

There is nothing more painful for me than to live patiently with the song I want to sing when I want to.

So sing exactly what you want to tell us right now, with all your strength.

From the top of the control tray, Liliana keeps singing with her throat shaking.

She plays as her fingers dance the rhulire's tweezers, in fact, while she dances in singing. Use the top of the control platform to make it sound like a large crowd surrounding all sides.

But sadly, her voice will never reach the eardrums of all those people.

It's not just a matter of voice size. I have a distance problem. I have a problem with the audience's mind. No matter how much Liliana puts her heart into it, there is a wall that doesn't sound physically or mentally.

Liliana believes in the power of the song.

But it is only when the song arrives that it becomes the first song to be fulfilled.

How many people surround the Quartet and are likely to be crushed by anxiety and grief?

It could reach hundreds, thousands, no, thousands. Liliana doesn't have the experience of delivering songs to so many people on her own without the aid of a magic device.

Neither the way to diffuse the voice nor the means to deliver to many at the same time can be held by just people.

Liliana's challenge is reckless and her wishes are too far off.

Once a ten-year-old, Liliana was reckless by her parents, who had no other ambitions.

Now and again, is it the same as then or do you repeat the same thing?

Even though the power of the song is real, are you the one delivering the song that stays out of the way?

In this place, can I finish?

"- Huh!"

Can't you, my throat burned in such a self-spray?

At that moment,

"Liliana - poor singing princess. Please, with that singing voice, I want you to captivate me forever.

Stupid man's, stupid oral complaint came back to Liliana's brain.

He was a strange man. Clearly, I was a freak. Perverts may be more right.

Hearing Liliana's song, there have been people who have approached me with evil thoughts.

Liliana kept away from me. I can't lend my throat to something that isn't sincere about the song and tries to use it at my bottom. That is a sense of duty as a bard.

'I fell in love with your beauty. Please, stay with me!

So this is the first time he's approached Liliana's appearance with a lower heart.

What he found out about Liliana being a bard was more than he suddenly dictated Liliana in appearance. It is true that even when I had the opportunity to sing in front of him, my gaze was more cursory than the song to my face, chest and feet, and to be honest it was uncomfortable.

It's just that he wasn't impressed with Liliana's song, nor did he try to hide his fondness for Liliana himself again with lies, etc.

I am fond of Liliana's appearance, I also show understanding in her singing voice, I know the crowd and I will not leave.

"There are four great water gates in the city of Pristela. As a result, there are many shelters in the city just in case. This magic apparatus is used to encourage residents to become aware of everyday crises and help them make decisions when they have to. '

'Huh... So, what is it?

'I would love to put Liliana's song on that broadcast. There are still many people in the city who don't know your song. Take this opportunity.'

The singing over the magic apparatus even seemed evil to Liliana.

After all, isn't the song the only way to sing it in front of the people who listen to it? Liliana tried so reluctantly to say no. but he laughed with an unyielding face,

'I want to be the only one who looks like you. But your singing should never be left alone. The princess sings to everyone, and Liliana to me. Shouldn't you hope so?

Oh, my God, well, do you laugh in a not-so-malicious face, this freak?

Now if you're going to be dictating, you want to laugh with your nose.

Liliana knows many love stories, which are carried on singing in this world.

I know them who fade in that love story and become obsessed with love. I know what words will fascinate me, what attitude will make my chest bounce, and what love will accomplish.

So Liliana isn't sweet enough to be spoken down by words like that.

It's not sweet, but it's not sweet, because I liked the sound of 'Princess Singing'.

It sounds too exaggerated, though I can't get my chest up for what I deserve.

Because he expected Kiritaka Muse to be Liliana's "singing princess."

Because he made himself the 'singing princess' of this city.

――――

Deliver, sound, tremble, this thought...

No matter how dark the night is, or just the dark in the dark you can't see ahead.

Still morning comes, as usual.

Sing stronger than anyone, louder than anyone, believe it.

Liliana Mascalade, the 'singing princess' of the Watergate city of Pristela.

――――

I felt all that, I don't feel any fever or pain right now.

Everything about me has been poured just from the wrist playing the luriere, to this leg dancing and to the top from the throat that keeps singing.

Everything is going to dry up, squeezed out.

Everything about emotion, as far as singing, everything.

――――

I haven't noticed Liliana singing, singing, singing.

To the fact that I can no longer hear the laments of those whose hearts have been ruled in those ears.

Outside the burning waterways, those who were gasping for pain and grief were looking up into the sky.

No, not empty. I hear voices, flame-wrapped control.

A small shadow at its top keeps raising its voice from too far away.

I can't take my eyes off her. I pour all nerves into my ears, and everyone hears the song breathlessly.

The singing, which was not supposed to arrive, was clearly heard by all.

It's not a miracle, it's not an illusion we all tasted at the same time. Not to mention by the power of the Bishop of the Great Crimes, not even the sharing of emotions, etc.

- It's a gift from heaven given by Liliana, the true blossom of "The Protection of the Herald".

The power of its protection, previously unconscious, exerts its original power for the first time when it reaches this moment. It was driven by her strength as a singer and her readiness to let it all go now at this time, and it became a tremendous force and poured down into the city.

Regardless, Liliana doesn't have that consciousness.

And nothing here explains to her that the facts are so, purely.

Liliana is just singing, with all her spirit.

Become a bard, pour in all of the songs, and deposit them all in all of this moment.

It's true that Pristella's song "The Princess" resonated here.

"- After all, the prospective concubine's eyes were certain."

The red-hot yang sword as she conceived the sun on the inside, Priscilla gripping it, was laughing.

The singing has also reached Priscilla's ears.

Liliana was singing her best on the stage with a white burning control setup.

Though it is a flame that chooses what the flames of the Yang sword burn, the fever in which the flames become pregnant is not false. Inside the control boards are hot enough to steam and the heated stone towers are hot enough. Even at this moment, you should be so hot that you want to jump.

Yet even when I hear this singing, which is supposed to be propagating all of Liliana's emotions, I don't feel the cry or the strength to suffer from it, nor the fine dust.

It's not like you haven't felt it. It's just that the song outweighs the pain purely.

This is a really stupid conclusion. Only fools can do it, the extreme of fools.

Proof left that the ultimate of a talented fool produces results so stupid as to overshadow reason.

"The stupidity of the arr is petty. Fools and fools are alike and unusual. It's not worth living foolishly, but fools have the handle of pleasure. That, on top of that, made me prove myself worthy of more than pleasure. thus rewarding the deed"

Before I can finish listening to Priscilla's statement, the burning iron chains loom from above and from the left. The jaw of the flaming iron serpent is in a straight line towards Priscilla, who stopped his leg.

the extremes of indescribable and frivolous work and Priscilla snorts at it.

Shake up the Yang Sword and flash its red body diagonally.

Upper, simultaneous interruption in the orbit of the attack from the two directions on the left cuts off the looming iron chain forcefully in one swing. Two light sounds rang almost simultaneously, Phantom's hateful tongue-in-cheek against the glow.

"You and that girl are so annoying! What's the difference between me and that girl! The means are different. The essence is the same! We can get through with one thing, though it will only prove it!

Sirius screams loudly, attracting the tip of the burnt chain.

The Phantom's blood-running eyes, spinning his arms, spraying flames in anger and swaying the hem of his feather-woven coat into a heat wave, were directed toward Liliana, who danced on a burning controlled platform.

Liliana's "Protecting the Heart" mainstay is sobering, and the aftermath extends to Phantoms.

The results of the song are passed on to Phantoms who are sensitive to other people's emotional changes.

The inhabitants are freed from the curse of 'anger', which the Phantom has rooted in its spirit.

Still outside the white-burning waterways, there is no madness color in the eyes of the bareback people. It is not the passion that fills their eyes, but only the tears that float loudly.

Phantoms can't pick up that complicated and monstrous thing about what the tears started with. Because it doesn't set itself as one, and it keeps shaking.

"If only that guy could prove it...! Why are you standing in front of me like that! People want each other, and they want to be one! That's how the world went on! Yet!"

"Even if you take one of the songs, the way it feels is a thousand different. It doesn't even have the same meaning to be able to fall in love with a famous song and put it in a word called 'great'. Wherever the emotions arouse softly, the understanding of the most pivotal part is shallow… I would call it silly."

"Uh-oh, come on!!

He opened his eyes to Priscilla's relentless remarks and put his arms together as Sirius barked. Chains ring with overlapping palms, forcing both hands to peel off chains tangled in each arm.

Through the skin of his arms, the flesh is shredded, and the painful act, Sirius opens his own arms, binding the stripped chains and swinging them violently.

A flame rides the rotation of the chain that swings, and swirls. That expands to the maximum rotational width of the chain.

The scorching fire turned into a disc, and the flames burned on Sirius himself in the meandering heat.

"Is that bandage, or is it something that's wrapped up because of some imitation?

The reason for the bandage is the burns, and if the cause is in front of you, then nothing but stupidity.

Maximum power so far, in front of the greatest threat, but Priscilla's attitude doesn't break.

Two flaming snakes, a mighty flame that combines them, plus the great firepower that exceeds them.

Without a doubt if you bathe, Priscilla looks bored looking at the whirlpool of flames with no shadows left.

"Emotional tremors...... intense emotions of the mind, i.e., passion, i.e. 'anger'!

Leave yourself to an emotion that is disgusting and abominable, and Sirius' flame turns into a heat wave.

The flames that can be beaten with the momentum of rotation intact no longer exchange the shape of the iron chain. By the time the flames are unleashed, the role of the chain to convey them is over.

The finished chains quickly dissolve away, only a mass of flame pushes toward Priscilla. The scorching mass, which on the contrary seems to cover the world, is no longer a range attack equal to the falling of clouds from the sky.

It is impossible to avoid, defense, etc. It is swallowed as it is.

There is only one thing you can do about the flame itself.

"- If my will is the heavenly one, the extreme light of the sun sword will follow it again"

On the impending wave of flames, Priscilla set up a yang sword.

Shake your sword upwards instead of the proper one without previous moulds.

"Erase it - ugh!!

――――

At the moment of the collision, Sirius vomits hatred against Priscilla, who is on the other side of the flame.

Priscilla overheard the anger. The only thing that gets to her ear is singing.

A change occurs in the Yang Sword, the moment when its body is swallowed by the heat wave as it is.

Until then, all the jewels were shining brightly, and the light was abruptly lost, and only the red lid and the red lid remained in Priscilla's hands.

And as it was, a sword that had lost its light was slammed against the flames.

――――

Losing the glow of the treasure sword, the sword becomes divine and unbridled steel.

I might have had that sentiment if someone objectively looked at the spot, thus not having enough power to retreat from the flames looming on that sword.

- But the result ends the opposite way.

- Eat it.

Priscilla's whisper, shaking off the Yang sword, should have disappeared swallowed by the flames.

But her presence spilled a whisper, and she's still not gone. On the contrary, her whole body didn't even have a heat wave aftertaste and she remained beautiful and alive.

The waves of flames that boasted all that firepower are scratching out without even leaving any remnants of them.

All I'm saying is that only the Yang Sword, who regained his shine again, knows where that flame has gone.

"Mm."

Immediately after re-gripping the Yang sword, Priscilla's expression changed.

Her cheeks hardened with an invincible grin, and she ran out with a tongue-infused face.

At the end of his gaze is Sirius' back, which ran out faster than hers.

The healthy legs of a fiercely running Phantom are at once distant from Priscilla. The runout is obviously a run that hasn't seen the consequences of the flames ahead.

I mean, Sirius' aim wasn't Priscilla from the beginning.

"Stop that deafening song - ugh! You can't deny me and that guy's 'anger' to yourself. - Huh!

Sirius, the blood-running eye, in a straight line, heads for Liliana's singing control ride.

The white flame surrounding the control hitch is the one that only allowed Liliana freedom. Where Sirius jumped in, he's sure to burn his whole body down by that firepower.

As much as that, Phantoms will understand. Then the aim is:

"What fools do to concubine things -!"

Stepping through, Priscilla's body, which gained explosive propulsion, longitudes the square. Sirius' speed is also a big thing, but Priscilla's. That even outstripped the Phantom.

The first Sirius advantage he was getting vanishes, and Priscilla wields her yang sword up against the back of that Phantom. The Phantom has already lost his fortune trying to prevent it. There is no better way to receive Priscilla's sword than without chains of arms.

"Stop, monster..."

"Oh no, you stop!!

"- Huh!?

Just before the Yang Sword obliquely breaks Sirius, Priscilla's body stops him in the hollow. Forced to secure himself like his whole body had solidified, Priscilla stuck his throat in an unconscious consternation.

Sirius shakes his legs up there. I heard the sound of chains I was so used to hearing during this battle from the hem of my glaring pants...

"Ruruuuuuuuuuhhhhh!

"Chi no!

Instead of arms, a blow in the iron chain wrapped around his leg hits Priscilla directly with a stop in motion.

The attack, after being stopped from moving all over his body, was now unprotected.

A rush of iron chains with several times the speed and power when in the arm causes Priscilla's fractional face to explode directly from the front. A collision sound of steel slamming against the meat sounds, and Barletta, who was binding Priscilla's orange hair, bounces off and spreads her beautiful hair.

There are no scratches on the face I put down. But her pride was hurt.

He is bounced back without killing his power, and his distance from Sirius is open.

In the meantime Sirius is acting as a proximity to a controlled hitch, putting weight and full strength in the same chain of legs that played Priscilla and releasing it in an out of common sense motion.

The serpent surrounding the flame gives the control hike a whimpering momentum, and the backbone of the stone tower is destroyed with a single shot. Splashes, collapses, and all the building materials of the stone tower are swallowed by the waves of flames, leaning under immense firepower.

- With Liliana on board, the stone tower tilts the situation at once and collapses.

Priscilla, with her orange hair spread over her back, opened her eyes to a collapsing control arrangement.

I can see Sirius. I don't see Liliana at the top of the leaning control tray.

But Liliana's song goes on. Even now that my feet have collapsed and I am caught in collapse.

Liliana was thorough in her role and continued to captivate the hearts of the inhabitants themselves.

"- That's what it means, it's great!

Stepping in, Priscilla did not hesitate to advance towards Sirius.

If Liliana's song breaks, the inhabitants' minds will return to Sirius' influence again. I made a quick decision. The Yang Sword increases its radiance and the cobblestone explodes with a pair of Priscillas.

"A thin selfish man! Don't justify yourself for not being sympathetic to others! I can't connect with people. You're just a defect, and it's people's business to understand and blend together!

"The object."

Sirius, who destroyed the control hitch, scolds Priscilla for making the choice to jump into himself.

The impetus to jump and wave down the heel strikes down the iron chain. Impact, late running flames create a burst, and Priscilla's body is bounced running into the blast. Staying and moving forward.

Priscilla's red eyes do not waver as she bathes in the heat waves.

The same goes for Sirius' madness. Already the spirit of the Phantom does not listen to the voices of others.

Complete. Both of them have a sense of value, and therefore the two are absolutely incompatible.

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The tilting control hitches make a fierce noise, the stone masses caught in the destruction are splashed, the smoke is scattered with flames, and the square turns into a scorching hell.

People in the waterways on the falling side of the control hitch flee in tears and screams. But tears are not sorrow. It's something that gets played for something more, something that gets played for singing.

"Love is about being one -!"

"You're not. - Accept with tolerance that love can be different. Everyone looks at the same person and thinks the same, feels the same, etc., and bug spit runs."

Bend and dodge the chain of horizontal giraffes, with Priscilla flying in a low position.

The tongue-beating Sirius creates many flaming walls, blocking their way, but the sun sword cleaves all over them, and the red body drinks up.

The distance decreases and the strike of the chain increases momentum and number.

The sound of a collision between steel and steel is cancelled by the roar of a collapsing control hitch. Running through its pleasant sounds, Priscilla's momentum finally reached Sirius.

"It's over."

"- Come on, I don't know!?

Sirius opens up in front of his own coat, a moment to slap a shaken Yang sword.

The pocket of a dewy Phantom, where chains are wrapped tightly, just like hands and feet, and chains wrapped around its torso are bracketed with a golden curly hairy girl -.

"Mm-hmm!

Priscilla has no reason to know that the girl's name is Teena and that she has been the girl who has remained captured by Sirius ever since this unrest began.

During the "Anger" attack, some of the information Subaru disclosed was about her, but the fact was perceived by the end and Priscilla's brain.

Therefore, Priscilla has no hesitation whatsoever about the displayed hostage.

The knocking blade ran diagonally through Sirius's body for each tina without loosening momentum. Boasting tremendous calories, Yang Sword's body cleaves, breaks and accomplishes its purpose without even making a sound of the chain protecting the body.

"- Oh, la?

"Concubine Yang Sword burns what he wants to burn and slashes what he wants to slash"

The chain is broken and the body of the girl who was restrained is set free. The girl, who collapsed from her knees on the spot, raised her dirty face with tears and flashed by the feel of the sword that stroked her body.

There was no brutal blade wound anywhere on that young girl's body.

Instead, blood was sprayed by Sirius, who was slashed and lagged behind.

The Phantom looked down at his wound, shaking his head loose and staring at Priscilla,

"This pain...... what about you?

"Is there a reason your concubine feels your pain? Did you know that you want to be one? You stay paranoid and die alone."

Priscilla's yang sword was slapped on the neck of a leaning Phantom by a slap.

With tremendous noise and momentum, Sirius' body jumps cobblestone, sprinkles blood, blows away and is thrown into the waterway, falling.

The water sounded up, and Priscilla looked jizzily at the Yang Sword.

"Has the sunshine ended and the sun wheel shaded? A lot of trickery stuff."

Shortly after I ran out of words, the collapsing control hitch completely collapsed. The majority have become rubble, and the upper floors where Liliana was supposed to have been have also suffered the aftermath of that collapse, which is devastating.

A control hitch that collapsed in such a way that it fell over the waterway - naturally, I can't hear the song anymore.

"... of"

When he saw the pile of debris, a young voice called Priscilla, who was narrowing his eyes.

It's Teena. She still had an incredible face that she was free, but she shook her body in Priscilla's eyes looking down at herself, tears pounding.

Priscilla exhales at the appearance. Yang Sword had already disappeared.

The white flames that were burning the waterway also scratched out, and a lot of people came this way. Some of them head to a pile of collapsed rubble and look for swallowed singing princesses like hearts and minds.

"On a noisy night, noisy people. Nothing but laziness, though it would be the turn of the poetry song on this occasion. - It's boring."

You seem bored as usual, but with some emotion for that boredom.

Priscilla turned her back on the crying toddler and spilled looking out at the waterway.

"But it wasn't bad. Praise and send."

Slowly and slowly, it was being flushed as the water flowed.

Your whole body is weak, your energy seems sobering, what can I say, full of creativity? I mean, it's like that, and I can't even move.

"Ah, uh-huh."

Your throat is also completely drained and you won't move a single fingertip.

Fortunately, the bard's costume has a lot of exposure and a lot of fabric, so it's the lifeline that doesn't really suck water and get heavy where it falls into the waterway.

If you try it on me now that I don't have the strength left to swim, would it be something like Thanksgiving if I just managed to float? Well, if it really, really stays running like this, it's gonna be a big deal because eventually your body's heat cools down!

Oh, it's also hard to shout out in your heart's voice. I want to sleep like this anymore. I'm going to die.

"Eh, eh"

Burning control hitch, melamera firepower.

My whole body was like smoked all the time, so at first I thought it might be nice to chill when I fell into the waterway, but it's kind of salt plums that don't even feel cold, and yeah, well, it sucks.

If I said it in a bad way, I wouldn't get out of the collapsing stone tower, but that mental state that kept singing until it slipped into the water seemed worse.

'Cause it felt so good. I thought you lived for that time, so much momentum as it seemed.

In fact, I hope that's not my mistake and it's working.

With my neck on it for now, doesn't that mean it worked unless Master Priscilla was hit? Good, then.

Yeah, then, well, that's fine.

Still as a bard, I was a very ambitious person who had to be fulfilled, but in a way, by being accomplished in a place to be accomplished.

I may not have served my purpose in singing a song in history, but if those in that place were saved, I would have expected that I could have left enough footprints to rise to the topic of home dining tables as a help.

"Ooh, ooh."

By the way, I've been raising weird voices since earlier because of the significance of the signal that I'm here for once and the feeling that my whole body is going to be exhausted if I don't let it tremble in my lungs as well.

Proof that I am me, after all, both end up in the voice. With such salt plums. But I thought that might be the end of it.

It was a lot, but it was a fun life to look at comprehensively.

So, thanks for everything - bubble!?

"Yes! There he is! Painful pain in the top of my head."

"Mm!? What the hell is that, slightly!? Liliana!?"

When I thought my head was in a lot of pain, I hit a boat or something that was floating in the waterway.

Besides, what I heard from the top of that boat was the voice of a man who sounded familiar.

"Maybe it's Mr. Kiritaka?

"Again, Liliana! Glad to see you again! But why in the waterways!? No, I'll pull it up anyway. Wait for me!

Mr. Kiritaka on board runs bumpy and the ship shakes tightly. Honestly, it hurts a lot because it's that ship that's pulling my body off the waterway stream.

It hurts, but I was so surprised that I forgot to make that bitter noise.

No, 'cause, hey, Mr. Kiritaka picked me up in this stream, uh...

There's no such thing as a bad bat, really.

"A little more...... OK, I'm up!

Mr. Kiritaka pulls up with his hands in his floating side of me. I had my hands on my chest at that time, but, well, I don't have the energy to be angry, so now would be a good time.

I was pulled up on the boat, and I was still lazy if I couldn't move.

"My body is getting a lot colder. Wait for me, Liliana. Heat the Fire Demon Ore now. And because it shouldn't be a wet body."

I brought a towel kettle, and they wiped my face off with gussies and hair.

I can't believe that the gesture was surprisingly gentle, and it wasn't Dada who was a gentleman, and then suddenly the relief pressed in, and I lost my breath.

"Mr. Kiritaka... What have you been doing?

"Me... Me? It's all about, um, getting back to the city!

You're probably glowing your teeth or something with your proud forehead up.

I'm opening my eyes. I can't see it because I'm not well, but it comes to my eyes.

So I stuck around and laughed, a sign that Mr. Kiritaka would be surprised.

I'd like to hear a lot about that Kiritaka, and I'd like to talk about my stuff.

I'm sleepy now anyway, but I just wanted to tell you this.

"I'm so sleepy, I'm going to go to bed now, I..."

"Oh, oh, okay. Don't worry, we'll get you somewhere safe."

"If you can stop flirting with me sleeping... let's talk more..."

"Uh-huh!?

You won't, but I'm just telling you.

When you wake up, I'm sure you'll say something about the light, so just have trouble until then.

- I can't believe I was good with your "Princess Singing," because I'm about ready for that.