Sanzen no Souru Supina

Heliatium at dawn is wrapped in dark morning mist.

Among the milky vales that shed the milk, the thousand towers that were also the source of the city's aliases rise its silhouette.

The morning sun glanced at the church bell announcing the dawn as it rang, dyeing the city (the town) to the color of Zhu (when).

Why did so many historians and literary figures call this city "another eternal capital”?

I feel like the reason for this is just to see this sight.

But today, only one was admiring the beauty of the magnificent capital of ancient history.

Just one, standing outside the castle wall, the man called.

Beyond sleepless nights, in “another eternal capital” illuminated by the morning sun.

"Okay, let's accept the response. Harmony or otherwise. The choice is yours - but I dare say it again. I would like to join you in a cup of friendship."

The strongest triple walls in the Western world boasted by Heliatium.

The man who advanced before that told him so in a voice that often passes.

It only clears up there so that the mist that snatches my sight is pressed against the call of a good man.

Depending on what you see, it even seems like a man's walk rips through a thick vale that inhibits him from going.

There is no escort.

Only one of the enemies asks for a harmonious response by entering directly into the front of the walls and spires where it stands.

Where will something so daring and invincible be except for the Emperor of Osmadra: Osmahim Imrabetor Osmadra?

If there had been a single shot of the cannon, or of the divine arrow (Shinshan) hand | (about a bow and arrow shooter of service in front of God = a shooter of awesome arms), his life would have ended at this time, too.

Full of certainty that none of that or anything else would happen, the Great Emperor called.

The voice slammed the quiet triple walls, resounding and clinging.

Five seconds went by, ten seconds went by, and a minute was lost.

But there's no response from anywhere on the walls.

The castle gate doesn't even make a noise.

I can't hear one shiver.

The response was silent.

Osmahim was annoyed by the look on Shen's face.

That's right, or I snapped.

"I don't know if I've done enough."

The grief of Osmahim reaches no one's ear.

But the Great Emperor's gait never stops with it either.

He is not here as a troubled man, but as a doer, a decision-maker... no, because he has already come here as a ordained one.

So he acts.

"Then only attempt further dialogue. To do this first…"

Osmahim's right arm is shaken up.

That gets me down.

"The fortress that separates you from us will be wiped out of the world."

The world was engulfed with a roar with whispers.

The day of the Thunder Boom, and later in the History Book, the day will be noted.

Great Emperor: A thick fog vale was torn apart with Osmahim's signal, striking down the walls where iron balls withstood for thousands of years, both on the fire lines.

Moreover, it was accompanied by a huge explosion.

This is the first detonation-type shell in the history of the Zodiac continent written in an historical book.

That was thrown against the castle fortress of Heliatium on this day.

I wonder if last night's light hua = fireworks were just a demonstration (demonstration) of this attack.

Or to advance warning.

Turning their backs against the walls, Osmahim, who walked back gently into his formation amidst gunfire and black smoke, happened to be the close guards of the Osmadra Imperial Army jumping out, raising their shields, or standing up to defend the Great Emperor's body from the fragments.

But Osmahim told them this in a flat tone.

"Don't do harm to enemy soldiers as long as you can. Just destroy the castle fortress. Everything will be calmed down, and on top of that, we will now try to have a dialogue."

Faithful to its too generous, the Kingsguards said they renewed their loyalty and shook in tears.

But what was at this time fulfilling the heart of the Great Emperor was not a tolerant thought of the citizens of Heliatium.

It's just that he was there as the norm for heroes who would pass on to future generations and reign in perpetuity.

Now, on the other hand, what were the Heliatium defense forces literally exposed to the flames?

Were their opinions on the unprecedented crisis - determined to be a complete anti-war?

Or did you still think you should be able to receive surrender?

The facts were none of them.

Yes, it was just beginning to repeat the grand debate.

"You will not see the Emperor, Your Majesty."

The heavy ministers, starting with the ministers, simply repeat various responses to the mastermind-warrior-western men crying out that way.

"Your Majesty is in good health, but no one is seeing you right now."

Just repeat that.

Once disbanded in the evening, the Heliatium Defence Forces summit, which had been reconvened in the middle of the night, had ended in farewell.

In addition to the Western clergy and Esperalgo and the mercenary corps, the leaders of the National Alliance of Commercial Cities, who decided to stay, kicked their seats and stood up.

Their claims and interests were not entirely in agreement.

But it wasn't to escape that they took their seats.

While loving the heavy ministers of Heliatium who do not seek to determine their position in this way, they went to their respective places to defend their second homeland.

The Necessity of East-West Trade: Heliatium is also a sea-facing city.

Even Osmadra has a navy.

For example, if you are distracted by all the defense of the land side = castle fortress, you will be poked behind your back.

The men of the West shared roles and each led their own fleet to defend the fortress at sea.

The remaining heavy ministers of Heliatium have left themselves in their seats as relieved, wandering their gaze into the universe.

Even though people from outside the country have been treated as literary emperors and so on, this is the first time they have come to know the weight of the responsibility that a man named Lucatius has ever fulfilled.

There Osmahim came to poke his decision.

I don't know the citizens who defended the castle fortress = volunteers and proselytizing soldiers about how the Heliatium leadership was feeling.

But they were aware that there was no such thing as the Emperor: Lucatius, who, if always, would come first to inspire the citizens.

One incident at the Imperial Palace last night was covered with a warrant.

That was still miraculously protected at this time.

But no creature is more sensitive than the people about these kinds of anomalies.

I didn't need time for the vague anxiety that something was happening to Lucatius to spread like a disease.

"Something for His Majesty."

"I don't know. But we fight for this city, for St. Ikes."

The men on the western side were full of answers to the crowd stuffed with frightened eyes.

And dawn.

A question that no one could answer visited the city with the morning sun.

Harmony or otherwise.

No one can answer.

The price of silence, which also clogs the breath, is therefore paid for by immense destruction.

The triple walls, regarded as the strongest in the western world, instantly turned into rubble to the second.

Miraculously, few soldiers were placed there.

This was a fortunate event, arguably the only one of indecisive summit extraction.

The cannons capable of firing a detonator type shell were not as numerous as the Osmadra Empire.

Furthermore, cannons of this era are not yet suitable for continuous use.

But the Osmadra Empire wasn't just a cannon for the most sophisticated detonator-type shells, it also brought it to the battlefield in the old days.

I blew the fire so that they would cover well between each other's shelling.

Stone bullets and iron balls that are shot in as they continue to stand reliably widen the wounds opened by the first blow, turning a 20-meter wide moat that draws in sea water with its debris into a miserable shallow water

The uninterrupted shelling lasted for hours.

Volunteers occupying most of the defense forces = the general public nodded by holding down their hidden helmets in the shadows, and could only utter a holy sentence.

Soldiers from Western countries, unluckily attempting to fight back with old-fashioned artillery, were directly hit by a detonator type shell and burst apart.

Less than a day and a night later, the citizens of Heliatium were to glimpse both heaven and hell while they were on earth.

"No, no, no. This is it. Let's surrender. We can still make it."

Who the hell ran his mouth?

That was when the giving up tried to burn into the hearts of the people like a fire running into a conductor.

"We don't have to go. To his promised land, the home of our true souls, that place we dreamed of..."

It was a faint, too faint singing.

Slightly, almost like a prayer, like giving up a baby.

"We who were born equally poor and lived in distress, Ooh. Now is the time to know how to use that soul. Let's go home, to our true homeland. To the Holy Land. To the promised place, O great who sits in heaven, guide us."

Did you come out of nowhere?

The singing went from slight to small, and eventually big streak.

That's a Crusade song.

It just doesn't belong to the 200,000 large army approaching Heliatium right now.

It was once the song of a poor and unnamed people who stood up burning ideally to take back the land of the birth of Ixism, the Holy City: High Ilem.

It's the song of the men most of whom never returned.

I don't even know when or where this song was born.

Of course that's not on the church choir list either.

But among the people, it somehow became a small famous psalm (anthem).

From hard work in the countryside to the kingdom of God (or so) in heaven, let's go to the Holy City that was said to be closest there: Hyalem - because if we recaptured his land, we would surely be welcomed into the blooming kingdom of heaven (or so).

It's a song with a real 'twist' that goes beyond that kind of prayer.

That took its place sometime before giving up.

Even the men of the West, who were so admired in their accomplishments, join the chorus in tears at some point.

That kind of "chi chi" was in that singing voice.

"Dive through the rain. Scratch, under the flashing blade. Friends, let's fly our flag. There is no way before us, and after us the way becomes. Even in the middle of the road, trying to fall down the grassroots to the pillow. I'm going. Oh, we're a sign. It's just that God wants it."

As the shells burst and the debris poured, the grand chorus eventually became a great hymn (anthem) that suppressed its roar.

And then they made sure that the singing pushed them, and they saw one man stood up, suddenly.

Ripped dirty coat in a snag.

The man in the hood appeared from among the people.

Shiru, and a dirty cloth slip off as if it were a curtain covering a work of art, revealing the hidden truth.

It was a pure white knight there.

And what he lists is the Holy Sword: Estradius.

"Beholder. Give me this blade that shines in the glory of God. And listen. We don't know how to lose this army."

The soldiers, who he had pulled out the blade or crouched, stood up and beeped together.