It was my brother's influence that I started watching the offensive footage.

My brother seems to have been influenced by my father and started watching.

My mother didn't seem to like it very much.

I brothers and sisters and admired [the brave].

And both my brothers and sisters became [brave] at the age of ten.

It's more impossible to talk about not aiming.

You shook my own mind over the screen, a good brave man.

I can't help what I want to be.

But neither me nor my brother tried to make their dreams come true and couldn't get results.

I honestly don't want to remember how I felt then. I get stale as soon as I try to tell people, but still, if I were to say it, I felt like the end of the world.

So my brother recreated the world for me.

In the new world, there are people who admire me, yellow cheers come from all over, and I am a beautiful and gentleman 'Silver Prince'.

But that's the effect of the mask my brother prepared for me.

I'm the one who made the effort to move according to my role, but it was my brother who wrote the script.

I wonder what's wrong with that world. There's nothing wrong with it.

In the visible part.

Customers are happy, other people are satisfied, lots of money comes in, and the track record is doing well.

If there's a problem, it's just that I'm not filled.

Sometimes in sports, popular players move to different teams.

I guess there's a reason we do that because the athlete wants to go up there, or because he's been longing for it for a long time.

Some fans will support me, others will criticize me for being a betrayer. I don't know which is right. What is the right person? If so, who decided?

I can just say that all of those players thought for themselves and decided on their own responsibility.

It's not like you can't think about what your teammates and fans think. After thinking about it, I made my own decision because it was about me.

What I didn't have was that kind of strength of mind.

Past failures are always at the bottom of my mind.

My resulting brother hesitated to pinch my mouth about the party.

That day. The day I visited the room where Mr. Leme and Mr. Mira were.

In a conversation with my brother, I cried. What was so sad.

Because I thought my brother had changed.

Though I'm not going to deny the party I can sell. That should have been the process.

We admired the brave, tasted the frustration, and got back together.

But that's not to be a popular party to make a lot of money.

Because I need people to see it first in order to be like the brave people I admire one day.

Because people needed personalities and elements that would make them understand and attract interest.

I had a longing. I had a dream of being like Mr. Hervor, now third in rank [Demon Sword Brave].

Yes, I still do.

Your brother had it, didn't he?

You admire the brave man, you dream.

- "Come on, grow up. Your aim, brave man. Then it won't be gold. '

- "I can't live without money. You're the one who chose this for work. Results are also available. Stop the child-stained selfishness. '

That day, I thought,

Well, Brother Phil, he's grown up.

I was the only one watching the video board (TV) so that I could eat in.

No more boys were as excited about the battle of the brave as they were when they turned next door to each other.

That made me sad.

But I'm sure it's not.

I don't think his thoughts, spoken for Berito, are a lie.

So he affirmed his sister's dream in a light-hearted manner, living now to atone for the past?

That's much sadder, but there's one salvation there.

That's...

"Without the support of [Black Demon Instructor], you don't seem to be able to use the grand moves"

"Without the support of the [White Knight], silver doesn't seem to crush either."

The battle was glued.

I grow silver arms from the ground, sometimes with those fists, sometimes holding weapons and attempting attacks.

But I couldn't break through [Vajra's Brave] defenses.

In addition, he developed the Vajra, which covers its entire body with rock plated textured armor. He doesn't seem to like it because it looks like an artificial sub beast golem, but his defense increases exceptionally in exchange for agility.

Conversely, he has been unable to destroy my magic since earlier.

Precisely because of the increased number of attacks necessary for destruction, we began to choose to avoid them over destruction.

Marc is excellent, but rest easy on the enhancement by white magic.

It's just magic, so it can be made more effective depending on the conditions.

Squeeze the target and increase the amount of magic you pour.

By doing so, his offensive power, which had originally been to such an extent that he could not crush silver slightly, had managed to reach the realm of crushing silver.

Mr. Lemme interrupted that, to this day.

My attack lacks a decisive hit, and his attack doesn't reach me one step later.

But I wasn't just wasting my magic.

Throw everything you think at Mr. Lemme round and nothing will change.

If you have something you want to be, you have to figure out how to fight for it.

I'm ready.

"Lord Phillip, we will win this battle."

"How will Marc defeat us when he defeats Lord Lemé?

I can't take one of him down. What am I talking about?

I know what it feels like to say that.

Mr. Lemé can't help you.

If it's the way it was done beforehand, we can also get the last push.

But if I don't, I have to try to win.

So far so scattered, so many people have helped me.

Today, here, from now on, about now.

Yourself.

With this silver magic, neither Vajra nor his regrets.

Shatter it.

My right arm is wrapped in thin silver.

"I'm coming."