Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

"Lord Vanstos, what the hell is that?

A member standing beside him looked up at Vanstos and asked.

Vanstos Troia's face and upper body are tattooed which, if seen by strangers, would only show up as a face demon.

The tattoo still leaves its shape firmly behind, although it is somewhat flowing off by the light rain that lingered until a short while ago.

What shapes the tattoo is the color of red blood.

No - it's the blood itself.

"My tribe of Troia was a people of war a long time ago. My mother wants to erase it, but there is still literature that she was a barbarian on the border."

Vanstos holds the sword of his spectacularly scattered companions in his hands and looks to his fellow fighters who struggle against odd people-shaped species.

"The people of Troia drew a tattoo on their bodies with the blood of those who died in the battle, and fought. And when the dead, who became souls, fought together, they believed so, and were there. There was also a ritual significance of sending the dead to heaven in battle."

"Lord Vanstos..."

"I survived. I was brought to life. My irreplaceable companions let me live. I was entrusted with protecting the people of this country."

When he woke up, Vanstos immediately guessed.

that my dear companions risked their lives to keep themselves alive.

Vanstos stares at the people-shaped species that have popped out of the midst of the conflagration, a figure reminiscent of the gods transmitted to the Eastern countries.

"I will fight with you. With the souls of our companions - to defend this country, to squeeze our lives, but to fight through."

"But I don't have an excellent complexion. Again, you should still be resting..."

"To care, thank you. But if we fight now, when do I get paid? Protect the people of this land from the anomalies and crises that loom upon the king's capital. For this reason I entered the Knights of the Holy Tree. Protect, for."

The saint next door turned forward.

"As the same saint tree man, I respect you"

"You're here."

"Me, we... but?

"My health is not adequate. But there are so many comforting people beside me, fighting with me. The dead and the living will all fight with Me. So I can safely entrust my back, just do my best, squeeze."

Deep readiness and determination are engraved in everyone's face.

There is not a single person who would be tired of Operation Fort Recapture and round-trip journeys, but who would show a grim appearance.

Glad to hear it, Vanstos feels it.

I'm glad to be able to fight with these people shoulder to shoulder in this place, even as I'm self-conscious that it's a funny story at a time like this.

Yes, I feel it.

I've been told I'm poorer than I was when I was a kid, and I'm an unfathomable kid.

Strict father with few words.

My brother has to be cute to be a bad mother.

My brother stopped responding whenever he spoke.

Always looking up while playing alone was the giant Holy Tree.

It was the nobles living in the neighborhood and their sons who gave such a gentle voice to Vanstos.

I thought it would be a good idea to be a saint if we were to take advantage of this large body.

It would be best to be a knight if you were to protect the Holy Tree, who always watched me warmly, and those who were kind to me.

So I became a saint tree man.

I kept trying day and night to be strong.

One day, he was chosen by the Eight Swords of the Holy Tree.

The Holiness also came third.

But Vanstos questioned Sochute that day.

"I have three places and eight swords. Eight swords in particular, as troop leaders, often also lead troops. It's heavy on me."

"That giant and" heavy "? Yeah, say stupid. '

'I'm not kidding, is. I'm a lousy talker.

"You're more than a lousy mouth. You're an honest man. And strength, impeccable. '

"Yes, but"

"This story ends here."

pull the chair and sit back, Sochute said.

"To be honest, in terms of personality, you are much higher than me or Dearless. Number one. I have a crooked character in my roots. A man like you is close to me, and I want one."

The Knights were a cozy place.

Many admired themselves like this.

I thought this was my place.

Everyone liked it.

But...

Behind Vanstos' brain were the faces of those who fought and died.

"I just want one thing to be selfish, listen, I want it"

"Ho? It's a rare thing for Lord Vanstos to speak of selfishness."

A slightly smiling air flows through the line.

"... and what is that selfishness?

"Make sure you survive, give me that."

Neighbor Saint Tree speaks out the following words:

"In this battle, don't die, give me"

The sound of Vanstos' voice was an incisive wish, a prayer.

"Please."

Wipe under your nose and the saint who asked opens his mouth.

"You heard me, you guys? It is unacceptable to die here. We'll survive, absolutely. And -"

A saint by his side raised his sword upwards.

"Let me show you here - of the Knights of the Holy Tree, the proudest and most powerful knights of the Kingdom of St. Renounced!

A saint raised his voice and waved his sword forward.

Continuing, a whisper.

The distance from the humanoid species that glowed the fangs narrows.

"Attacking people, unknown demons, or... in the giant commotion of Holy Ruins, it still has something to do with witnessed demons,..."

Cutting ahead, Vanstos Troia.

What he is holding is a thick-bladed sword.

It's smaller than the two swords I used to use, but still powerful enough.

Vanstos grips the pattern in with both hands and taps the sword from the upper stages into the humanoid species in a semi-circular trajectory.

The half-broken man-made species plunged straight into the ground, and from the broken cobblestone, the rain Shizuku bounced off.

He emits a low, creeping roar, and Vanstos throws the great sword in a lateral sword.

Crush a few humanoid species.

Vanstos does not stop moving, hands a wet sword in the rain scattered across the ground, and pierces its blade into one humanoid species after another.

When he uses it, a sword the size of a line looks like a dagger.

Together, fight.

Sword of the dead.

A sword with traces of blood.

Vanstos punched a small species trying to pick up one of his swords with a fist like a chunk of rock.

A fist runs down his head.

Bollocks, and the head collapses.

The ensuing saints have already entered a state of battle.

"- Huh!!!!!"

Vanshtos kicks one after the other the creepingly light-shaped species as they roar in a stunning haughty appearance.

The figure may have been seen by the beholder, or it may have appeared as if he were whispering.

"Lord Vanstos!

Vanstos turns to his fellow voice.

There seems to have been a leak about two of them.

One of the saints raised his voice.

"Vail, sire, gamos! Follow him!"

Three saints follow two humanoid species.

And then...

A shadow of a man's sword flashing from the side of the street jumped the neck of a man-made species with a single blow.

The second blow that follows also flashes, stopping the roots of the humanoid species' breath.

"Oh, you're..."

The person who appeared hanging out on the boulevard,

"Hmm, now what? Instead, is Nong's grandson safe? Well, if it comes down to the curse of the example of defeating the Four Violent Disasters, are you okay... No, but I'm worried..."

"but Guiden, my lord......!? Why, in a place like this!?

"Hmm? He passed out and was transported to the castle, but as soon as he woke up, the castle people said, 'Good, Lord Guiden! Good, Lord Guiden!' And I'm confused... I'm glad you're happy, but oh, I wish I could push you in a big way... rest quietly in my room, but it's only after I see a doctor that I walk around... Damn, if I'm in such a noisy place, it sounds like an extra weak old body"

Guiden throws his gaze far forward.

"Well, the castle's in Kingsguard, and Wagnus, who looks like a non-good man court magician, is fine. But rather than this brightness at this hour... what the hell is it that only the King's Capital is bright and only outside the King's Capital remains at night? Is it even the end of the world?

At that time, Guiden ran and discussed the whole humanoid species that had been coming through the walls.

"See! I don't care how much you slap for wasting your mouth, but it's not like you're finally going to be a stick on the battlefield! Stop those creepy monsters from going down this road!?

"Ha... yes!

Saints returning to battle as bounced.

"Fighting over there is... Dearless, is it? Well, as always, I hate the way he moves, he's so similar to the old Non... genius."

"Guiden, my lord"

"Yo, Vanstos"

Guiden, who has come as far as the vicinity of Vanstos, cuts and kills yet another human species with a stunning sword that pokes precisely at the steeple.

"You don't seem to have a superior complexion... are you okay?

"The words, I'll give them back exactly as they were. Don't worry about yourself more than you worry about Jijii, Sanctuary Third."

Side by side is the third place of the present Holy Position and the third place of the former, Holy Position.

When Guiden picked up the holy sword that had fallen, he crossed the two swords and took the erection.

And he looked so bad at the villain.

"In the unlikely event that I die here, tell my dear Cecily, 'I fought and scattered like a' scoundrel 'to the end,' ya know?"