Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Masso apparently immediately understood Cecily's intentions.

"Oh, my God."

"If I die here you will not be able to serve your 'purpose'...... what do you say? Isn't that a picture star?

Masso's fall is that if he could, he ran his mouth off wanting to get it intact.

If you want to kill me, then this hand won't work.

but he wants to get a piece of 'art' called Cecily Arklite.

From his eyes and what he has said and done so far, it could easily be deduced.

Then you should want to avoid situations where you lose value as a 'work of art'.

"Or... even if you don't die, maybe just slashing and tearing this face apart just makes it worthless to you?

"So, you can't... you can't... you can't. A woman puts her face... herself, what the hell"

Maso bites his tight lips.

You seem to recall something.

His expression had begun to give rise to strays.

"No... I can't tell you there will never be, or... damn it...!

Masso asks, holding his forehead in agony.

"So, what are we going to do? If I did it, it would be worthless, and I would end up killing both of them?

"But you won't be able to serve your purpose either. If you look how it goes... you really want me to be worthy of art, don't you?

Masso grinds his teeth.

"You're gonna miss it, aren't you?

Here, Cecily just continued the conversation.

"There it is."

"Ah?"

"Deal and why don't we?

"What?"

"If I guarantee my grandfather's life, I promise not to commit self-harm"

Masso frowning.

"... so, what happens?

"I, the out-of-shoulder hostage, will fight you one-on-one... squarely. It's just that."

Masso bent his mouth to the letter to as he laid his hand on his chin.

"I see. Oh well... without the hostages, you think you can beat me? Right, right."

One of the cuts running all over his body was Maso, with his hands attached.

"Certainly, Cecily, my lady, Sama fought this man well enough."

An invincible grin returns to Masso's mouth.

"Fine? Let's make that deal. I mean, you're playing" square "with me without a hostage, right?

"Negotiation concluded, is it?

"Oh, it's done."

Then Masso began to examine Guiden's condition.

Looks like he's ascertaining the degree of stunning.

"And one thing... I came up with a good thing. Because of this, I'll show Jizzy where my beloved grandson gets spoiled."

Masso, who finished the test, whines that this won't happen for a while.

"Shasha, maybe I finally figured it out a little. Zemekis says sweet despair. Oh, what does this jizzy look like when she sees Sama getting her precious treasures all the time? And what the hell does Cecily Arklite look like then? Shashashasha! Just satisfy your desires. Then you never get it. Pleasure... is that what you get by imagining the feelings of others, pleasure? And if it be-"

Masso that gently lays Guiden's body on the ground.

"Let Jijii die here. Don't even bother with me?

…………

Lose, it doesn't look like it.

They also created a reason not to kill Guiden inside Masso.

and nevertheless...... I was fortunate to have picked up Guiden's life, whether temporarily or not.

And then...

Cecily exhales thinly, aligning her legs and restarting her sword.

- Depends on me, huh?

To be honest.

Even if we fought on the one-on-one condition of no hostages, the odds would be thin.

There is so much difference in power between the two of them.

Nevertheless, it is also impossible to escape here.

I don't think I can escape Masso's bouncing and walking power, and that leaves Guiden here.

That said, I wasn't even going to surrender right away and make that guy like me.

Besides, Cecily turns a blind eye to the phosphorescence emitted by the blue Flias.

This holy sword is following me.

Cecily remembers the words that Currier uttered during the archery of the sword.

"The new holy sword, is it?

One day after school.

Cecily was in Training Ground I, receiving sword arches from Currier.

During that break, Currier brought up the story of the Holy Sword.

"Instead of... a holy sword that suits you, something like that."

"The holy sword that suits me, is it?

"Even when I saw the battle against the small species at the Holy Ruins, when you wanted to move like this, the sword wasn't following the movement in your head... that's what I felt."

Currier cheeks as he bends his mouth.

"I'm sorry, I can't describe it well."

"No -"

Drop your gaze on the holy sword at hand.

The Holy Sword is not just cleavage, some have the ability to amplify speed.

Holy Swordsmen often assume combat movements in anticipation of this increase in speed.

Currier said as he wiped his dirty palms with a cloth.

"With a Holy Sword with better power, I think you can go further."

"... thank you"

"You don't have an excellent expression. Hey, what's up?

Cecily lay down her eyelashes and smiled.

"It's a long way off, I thought."

"Far away?"

"I think I have definitely become stronger than before, thanks to Currier for the archery. I appreciate that. But the stronger you get... it hurts that Currier and Crohiko are far away."

"I see."

Currier seems to have guessed what I wanted to say.

Twice on the ground, Currier stuck with his toe.

"but... I don't know"

"I don't know, what?

"I might feel that way now. But I think you're gonna be stronger. In the future...... or better than me"

Cecily smiles unexpectedly.

"Yeah? More than Currier? Exactly. That's flattering, isn't it?

"No, it's not a compliment. I heard a little bit about" that day "from Krohiko... I was a little concerned that Hibigami said something like" If only there was an environment "at that time. That hibigami tried to throw you into the end of the world until he grabbed you, and that's all he bought you."

Cecily, heel on the ground.

"Yes, what is it"

"I guess Hibigami lost interest in you suddenly because Crohiko came out shortly afterwards. I don't have a choice. Crohiko is... he's not comparable in the sense of qualities. I've never seen one run up in such momentum."

Currier laughing bitterly.

He seemed happy anyway.

Cecily looked up at the sky, which had grown blue.

"Can you be strong?"

- With you and Crohiko, enough to line up your shoulders.

"I have qualities. I guarantee that. So..."

Currier looks up at the starlit sky as he wipes the pattern of his sword with a cloth.

And slightly loosening his mouth, he gently poked Cecily's holy sword at the tip of the sword at hand.

"The rest is up to you."

- Depends on me.

The battle with Masso had already begun.

Cecily has also been successful in hitting the offense.

However, from the sight of it, it will never be seen as an advantage.

"Shashasha! How dare you! You're so cute! That's how you fight like crazy, Master Cecily!?

The cuts caused by Fryas are like no problems.

I guess it feels like twisting the baby's hand.

The grin I looked down from Masso's face will never go away.

"Hmm? Wonder if it hurts to get cut off. You look at me? Shasha! I am particularly dull in pain among the four brothers!? I've been dealing with all the miscellaneous fish for a while now in the first place, so I've never felt a painful pain! Sorry, be strong!

More impetuous Masso attacks at your fingertips.

Hands that will be rolled out if not captured.

Every time I escaped from that big hand, my whole body grew gross.

Until then if you get caught even once.

This divine evasion is supported by sharpened concentration.

- When you're out of focus, it's over.

As the attack is repeated, the power difference clarifies its contours.

Masso leaving plenty of room.

Cecily finds herself in a deadly situation if she makes a difference in judgment even for a moment.

It is clear that whoever sees it will be more powerful than Masso.

Cecily, on the other hand, gets her nerves shredded every time she avoids an attack.

Still - Cecily doesn't cut the focus for a moment, she sustains it.

Obviously there are differences in force, but it is also significant that the conditions are special.

The opponent, that corner of the Four Homicides.

First of all, we're not normally opponents who can win.

But Cecily is now under favorable conditions.

Masso wants to get it without hurting Cecily Arklite.

Therefore, it is out of the question to inflict fatal injuries, etc.

In other words, there will be no fatal attack.

Maso, I can't be serious.

That's where there's got to be a gap to follow -.

Rigiri's defense continued.

And how much time would have passed.

The battle was in some sort of adhesive state.

"Yo, shut up and grab it! It's only a matter of time before they catch you! Ah!?"

I can't afford to respond to Cecily.

It's best to distance yourself from your slippery, looming hands.

And the moment you take the distance, the souvenir where the slaughter was placed.

Though slightly, Fryas' blade cuts off Masso's skin.

"Shit, I could've done it so far. I just wasn't expecting it..."

Finally, the frustration began to blind Masso's face as well.

Although there is no blatant emptiness, I have never been able to touch Cecily before.

In the beginning it was a tearing atmosphere, but over time Masso's expression changed to something that was a hassle before him.

It will also be thanks to Guiden that the evasion has been successful so far.

Thanks to him, I was able to get used to Masso's offensive behavior.

But that's not all.

"It's your flowing move... but if you polish it, you might be able to use it as an all-in-one model."

Remembering Currier's words, he kicks the ground into small pieces and moves, twisting his body fluidly.

A movement similar to the dance, flirting with Masso's arms.

On several occasions in it, slaughter is carried out.

"I don't know how much I can help, but I can help."

Currier's cooperation is all the more important in sublimating this sword shape to a more operational one.

She created this mould together.

Now for Cecily, Currier Verstein was a good friend as well as a good teacher.

- Thank you, Currier.

Inside, express gratitude to Currier.

And while running sword strikes many times, one day, Cecily thinks.

One day, I want to be able to shoulder to shoulder with Currier and Krohiko.

At a time like this, Cecily will be fine, and I want to be there for you to say.

I just don't want to be a princess just to be protected.

So,

- Take this man down here.

It was then.

broke Cecily's knee.

That movement, which was constantly in motion, finally stopped.

Masso doesn't miss that gap.

I see it as an opportunity, and it just stretches out my arm.

"Shashasha! You finally got a limit on your leg!?

Masso to grab Cecily's slender arm.

Moments, Gu, and Cecily put her strength on her knees and hold it back.

My leg was about to be stupid, it wasn't acting.

but the fact that it was not an act led to the inadvertent behavior of Masso.

I don't even think about it, a good opportunity.

Tease the arm that misses the subject and enter the nostalgia.

Masso's arm to cut the sky.

At the same time as jumping in.

Cecily unleashes a slaughter as she flies away.

Evade the whole thing.

And

- Right here.

Even with Flias, you cannot cut Masso's skin deep and tear it apart.

Therefore, Masso also didn't seem to care about being slaughtered.

He also said earlier that he was in a dull state for pain.

Not daring to evade slaughter may be its broad body and unsuitable for evasion.

Anyway, it's hard to break through Masso's different skin stiffness.

but

What if you could attack the same wound more precisely than once?

At first glance, it shows as if she was obsessed with herself and put on a grump, a number of wounds.

But those wounds were covered with the same wounds again and again.

All, is.

All wounds were 'about the same number of times', bewitched.

Even with regard to the depth of the wound, there is no difference.

How many wounds can you scrape in a single blow?

Cecily was sensibly grasping it.

Force applied and subtracted almost perfectly, maintaining constant.

Every wound comes just before it reaches deep with one more blow -.

Reach a 'wound' that can be called a wound, in front of it.

In sight, it should be.

Cecily was betting at this moment.

It's tough to take the deep hand with a single blow.

But if it is a wall thinned out by being shredded over time - can it be destroyed with the next blow that squeezes its power?

If there is an opportunity to be deeply wounded, Masso is sweetening himself, now is the only time.

"Shasha! That attack won't work on me, and that much -"

When Cecily squeezed all her power, she unleashed a series of attacks that could also be called sworddance.

Brilliant sword flashes strike Masso's wound in unison.

And

"... ahh?

The blood of the four fierce calamities danced through the universe.

"What, to? Normally, yes, it hurts...?

Masso did his hand to the neck muscle.

"Ouch... right? This, me...? Bethgum or Zemekis. Hey, with his attack... usually hurts, I guess...?

Masso distorting his expression.

Blood comes from the gap between the hands that hold the neck.

The primary aim was the carotid artery.

The second, by the way, is the wrist tendon.

Unlike tendons and vertebrae of the foot, it's a place where you can aim enough from the front.

"Oh no... Cecily, Arc, Wright - Ew!

Masso's blood-running eyes opened.

"I don't know if people are going to do this... but they're going to do it! This, Ama!

Flat-handed, I think it was.

I think it was, because there was already a view in sight.

I don't even know if I screamed.

Apparently, they packed the distance in a flash, and they flattened it.

The speed was different.

Until now, obviously.

Pain similar to paralysis spreads to cheeks with fever.

I think I cut my mouth a little bit too.

The taste of iron spreads.

Apparently, he made me mean it.

Four murders.

"Shit! I did it!

Masso rushes over with his head, looking back at me.

"Aha, and it's your face! Shit, what are you doing? I am!

I tried to wake up my body somehow, but my knee wouldn't get up laughing because of the attack I was under.

Masso, who approached me with a face that had done irrevocable things, saw Cecily failing desperately to stand up.

And, Masso narrowed his eyes with a straight face, he did his hand to his chin.

"Well...... is that it? I succeeded in catching them as a result, so should I? But, ah, didn't you have swollen cheeks... and cut your mouth, too? Damn, this could get you blood on it. Ha, the world doesn't work surprisingly well..."

Mourning Masso.

Cecily holds Flyas backwards, who didn't let go, and tries to poke Masso.

but they easily twist the wrists of their hands and take away their swords.

"Knock..."

"Look, I'm already settled. If they kill speed, that's what I'm talking about. Give up already?

Masso bent in, grabbing Cecily's thin jaw and causing her to turn up.

"But well, whether my cheeks are swollen or bleeding out of my mouth... again, I fall in love. Oh, I've waited... for this moment. Occasionally."

Cecily stares at Masso, who looks impressed.

"No, I'm sorry I stuck with you for being serious, Cecily. Lady Sama?

That sounds like an obvious mockery.

"Shasha, you worked so hard because you thought you could win? I'm sorry, Cecily. Your daughter? I'm too strong."

Cecily spit blood on Masso's face.

Raise your shoulders so that Masso makes a fool of himself.

"Oh, my God, by the way"

As he licked up the blood attached to his mouth, Masso hoisted the end of his mouth in a three-day moon.

"Shasha...... it's kind of been a while since my chest has grown on Koch, dude!

Masso pulled away Cecily's left shoulder to wrist clothes.

"... Huh!

Cecily glances at the ripped ends of her clothes and bites her lips.

Still, soon, stare at Masso.

"Shaggy! You have incredibly beautiful skin! You can do whatever you want with such a lying woman! Damn, I'm gonna try to live longer!

Next Masso pulled the black tights on his right leg and tore them away.

I'm enjoying Cecily's reaction.

but

"... what are you laughing at?

"No, you know what?"

Cecily said as she leaned down and dropped her gaze to the ground.

"Anyway, you won't let me bite your tongue and try to die... right?

"Ho, you know exactly what I mean, don't you?

Watch and I get it.

Instead, that was what Masso was most vigilant about.

Don't hesitate to get stuffed or something in your mouth if you show off your bare hands.

Then you won't even be able to talk.

"Then I even thought I'd give up and pretend to be submissive and kill the gap... well, I stopped doing that too"

Reason...... and is it because his face is flimsy?

I couldn't help but move on to the action of luring Masso as a woman.

I feel like I'm losing something very important... that's what drove me.

…………

In this state, it would be difficult to move your hands freely.

Therefore, it is also harsh to draw a surgical ceremony.

No weapons either.

Fryas is falling in a remote position.

Above all, it's obvious that Masso is faster, even if he tries to get into some sort of action.

And... I can't even hurt myself.

- No hitter, right?

But Cecily shrugged.

"Still..."

"Hmm?"

"I will not lose. Doesn't work the way you think. Even if you disgrace this body..."

Look straight at Masso.

And he made a resolute look, and Cecily made him laugh invincibly.

"Until my heart be unclean."

Masso laughed, turning away, wondering if he looked like he had been taken aback.

"Shashashashashasha! You're really the best woman, Cecily Arklite!

……

I thought I'd regret it, but Cecily was a little upset when the unexpected reaction returned.

I also thought if Maso was upside down in his current statement, and he hit me again and hit me flat, I could go get Fryas...

"I know this! Zemekis is right! Don't want to break that spirit to Bekiveki! Oh, she's a big mouth slapping woman, which is why she wants to try to recess by the time she has no skin!? I know, Zemekis! I finally know how important it is to perform! This is it! This wasn't enough for me!

Then Masso restrained both Cecily's wrists with a slice of clothing he had just torn.

When Masso stands to cover Cecily with that large upper body, he begins to wipe her body's blood with a cloth that was Cecily's cloth sleeve, mixed with a nose song.

But even in the meantime, the hard eyes don't let go of Cecily by holding onto her.

"I'll tell you one good thing, Cecily."

…………

"Human beings can't beat excessive pain and pleasure, no matter how they are raised. No matter how strong the will is, you will never endure a wave of endless pain and pleasure. Next to Zemekis I've always seen people like that... so sure to fall. I assure you."

Cecily missed her gaze and did not respond.

When Masso wiped away the blood from the wound he was bleeding, he threw away the red-stained cloth cuts.

Seeing, the wound's already stopped bleeding.

"Come on... Cecily, would you like Sama to expose all her beautiful skin a little more?

Masso reaches out to me as I follow.

Cecily pulled her strength out of her body.

…………

Can we survive?

With them again - will we be able to reunite with him?

If I could survive, I could.

How would he react if I told him what had happened to him?

I don't think I'm the kind of person who hates me for this.

Instead, I guess the more he cares about it the more excessively.

I guess it breaks my heart more than I do.

Desperately, I suppose you'll keep putting on words of comfort.

I feel that way.

So - I'm sure there's nothing to worry about.

Still,

- Still.

"Sorry."

Cecily remained depressed and crumbled.

"... I'm sorry, Crohiko"

Why did the words of apology poke out your mouth?

I didn't even know that.

"Ah?"

I have seriously observed Cecily's face with a delightful look on Masso's face.

"Hit me... are you crying? Shashashashasha! What the hell!? Just breathe. Is that it? But it's reassuring! From now on, let me cry plenty..."

"Who are you touching with your filthy hands?"

Cecily did not think to the voice that suddenly came into her ear, but raised her face.

- Huh?

Something's black.

Yes, sir.

From side to side, something black is flying at a tremendous rate...

Masso in one blow, blew it up.

Masso, with a blown impact, rolled gobbly down the ground and fell on his back as he was.

Something black is an instantaneous rate, approaching Masso.

Before that fallen giant, I stood.

Masso pokes his hand at the ground and tries to wake up his body.

"What, what? What..."

A sound that I didn't think was roughly a beating sound, sounded.

At the next moment, Masso's gigantic body crushed and dug the cobblestone into the ground.

On the surrounding cobblestone, a crack runs.

"Damn, ha......!? Hmm...!? What, this, power...... Huh!? This, the power... Ha ha!

Masso turns to the universe, vomits blood.

At the same time, a black fist waved down its face again.

Even the bursting ceremony sounds like a burst.

Fragments of cobblestone, as if it were an explosion, bounce and fly.

The more invisible its head, the more Masso was submerged on the ground.

A man who looks down quietly on the Four Felonies disaster.

The end of the bandage wrapped around his arm and head was in the wind.

There is blood seeping through the bandages that are wrapped around it.

I could see a brand new wound on my body as well.

That's like after all the death fighting...

Black wings.

Different left arm.

I can't say I'm roughly a 'normal' human figure.

But I found out with my voice.

No.

I don't know, there's no way.

"And I mean"

- Here, he says he's coming.

Something hot seeps into my eyeballs.

- What is it, that?

Zero from the eye drops on the cobblestone.

- Why are you here?

I don't like princesses who just get protected... I thought so, even though they just do.

But...

But...

If you come and help me like that...

- It makes you happy, doesn't it?

I can't control my emotions well because of what's overflowing in my chest.

- What's that now?

Cecily squeezed her plundering voice out the back of her throat as she managed to shape her shaky, unspeakable lips into the form of a grin.

"That's a bad idea..."

More seeping ahead of his sight, his appearance.

"... Krohiko!

To Cecily's calling, he turns around slowly.

He seemed a little sorry for that face with a bandage around his left eye, but he smiled like he was trying to reassure Cecily somehow.

"Sorry I'm late, Mr. Cecily"