- One day, I remember someone saying.

Don't throw away what you believe.

I heard it where everything was still, the word. It is the word of a friend, heard when he wanted to throw everything at the spiciness of the rigorous training given to him by the Son of the Spirit.

Do not forget this word if you want to grasp what you are aiming for or pursuing and be everyone's hope. Always keep it in the deepest part of your chest and remember it when you're frustrated.

- Yes, believing in others, believing in yourself. And that you never give up what you believe in.

So don't throw away what you believe.

You don't have to believe in the goddess. You don't have to wish for a miracle. But if you believe in yourself to the end, whoever you are will be rewarded. That way, I'm sure your hopes will pass, and you'll be able to protect what you want to protect.

Someday in the past I heard such gentle but strong words. Because it happened, because the words only resonated in my chest, so I never threw the thought away in my chest.

And I still believe that. Because I believe in you, I'm here now.

Run. Yeah, just even. My legs are just broken.

Because there are people who will wait for themselves. Just to that fact, so that I can be rushed.

Refile was driving alone down the road he came from.

Using the unusual force which he has lodged in himself, with his crimson, shining disease blessed by the Spirit, he slips through the trees and forcefully steps through the twats and roots of the trees that surround his tibia, so as to break the forest and tear apart the slopes of the mountains with his feet.

The worst assumption comes in the shadows and sticks to the running back, but still - without giving up the possibility that those who wait are safe, trust me.

........

In the meantime, she stops where she plugged into the middle belly of the mountain and skips behind.

Speaking of what you can see, there's only the dubious dark skies of clouds somewhere and the unnatural twitches of trees that host the creeps - but what emerges at the end of your gaze is what was on the way.

Yes, there are countless corpses in the places I've been running. It is the end of all the demons who have stood in the way of their trespasses, who rush to come to those who wait.

Apparently, they were already gathering around here. They must have called back the guys who were letting them expand everywhere to try and defeat themselves. If it had been a few more minutes late, the ten mile boundary between the forest and the mountain might have been filled with demonic hedges and could not be cut through.

Perhaps Demon General Rajas is around here, too.

Its magic to take everything that matters from you, to lay your loved ones to death in pain, and also to hang them in the hands of irrelevant ones. He's waiting for you.

As I say that only making man suffer is his own pleasure, whilst he is.

Therefore, I can hear voices that I'm not supposed to hear.

He asked me to help. One day I will hear the salvation of the voice. The voice of those who could not defend themselves, whether they heard the word or reached out.

So you can never leave it like this.

And yes, that was the time when Refile reconfirmed the buried fiery rage he now had in the back of his chest.

- Don't go! Refill!

"Ah..."

Is it the remnants of your memory that struck you in the ear? The illusion of a voice that can't be heard anymore shakes the heart burned by anger.

Did you have a gap that reminds you of that voice because you tried to calm your heart before the showdown?

Once I was caught in the thought, I couldn't resist overflowing memories anymore. Coming in and out of your chest is a pale glimmer of loss that is excessive to shake off, like losing something important.

Yes, there is a strange boy who has recently become an acquaintance ahead of me in this run beyond people's knowledge.

First name, Suimei Yakagi. He is a one-of-a-kind wizard I met in Metail, the capital of the Kingdom of Astel.

A boy who looks like he could be anywhere without such characteristics as this, except that he has rare black hair around here. If you mention anything special, do you mean you have gentle eyes?

He had solidified himself with clothes that were not considered common around here, but drifting fun was exotic. No, he had an atmosphere that couldn't be explained in those words, and it was either the magic of his hometown or the magic he'd never seen before that he dealt with in battle.

But if that's all you felt, you'll end up feeling and nostalgic that you're just an unusual person. But it's not, and what he's brewing is, it's weird.

I called myself a traveler when I said I was going to Nerferia, but what about the truth? If it's flowing through the world, it should have to be correspondingly sharp in the timing, but if you open the lid, it's negligible to public opinion, negligible to knowledge.

But it's also a recent story that surprised me by showcasing my knowledge that makes me feel hazy.

That personality, in brief, would be good for you. Because I'm a wizard, or I'm trying to be clever and cool with a bachelor's degree, but every bit of compassion and childishness that I can feel from my actions, every inch of my speech, denies he has any ruthlessness.

Let's just say that it was one end of the spectrum that chased me from the merchants to the woods that day. He came after him with no intention, although he should know the danger of coming with himself being chased by the Demons, the losses he would bear. Think of yourself. Later, his own backward mind, which complained that he should not come, also shook away vividly.

You can never call it a smart decision. Because they will definitely be targeted.

Still followed. That's why I know.

Besides, it's not only from that that that I get a glimpse of his personality.

That night the curse hung by the Demons was activated. When he could not move after his shallow deeds.

(That's right. At that time, I...)

- Yeah, I was scared then, for sure.

The boy who had rushed to detect his own anomaly was scared. I got scared.

No matter how compassionate you are, the other person is a man. If you expose yourself like that, you don't know what you're going to do, and after all that shallow behavior, you don't know what behavior it's going to extend to.

Those moments when both arms wrapped themselves up. Even the boy, who tried to be a help given his own fate, had immeasurable fears.

It would have shrunk and become smaller like a weak animal.

But his eyes, which looked at themselves if he opened the lid, contrary to such fright, were as if unrelated to fierceness.

Indeed, the light in which his eyes dwelt had a color of sympathy and pity. I guess I felt sorry for myself for exposing myself to misery.

But still. That hand I touched myself then, it was sweet. Without being caught in the inferiority that would gush, the palms that touched my skin were just full of compassion and shivering quietly with anger at the curse.

Oh, and. When I realized that, my voice dropped apologizing for my impudence. I can't break this curse on my own, so there's a heartless voice apologizing for my helplessness.

Even though he doesn't have the blame for having to break the curse. There can't be such things as sayings that he has to apologize for. Still, like I said, this is my fault.

And even at the time of his untimely breakup, what he complained about was the words of restraints in his thoughts. There can't be any kindness in his actions that made me think I was safe.

"Suimei..."

So this is good. That's why I won't let him be in any more danger. We have no choice but to associate ourselves with his destiny to ruin.

If you keep it grown up in the woods, it'll be over in time. Will they defeat Rajas themselves, or will they not achieve their purpose? Consider any of them.

Yes, if you're safe, there's nothing more.

Yes, even if you'll never see that sunny smile he shows again.

Even if my hair is pulled back by that chasing clasp voice.

Even if that face of grief and impatience is the last look he sees.

I know this is what this choice says is unsaveable selfishness. He said he wanted to help those who cut himself off, and he betrayed him without exaggerating his thoughts when he came to help himself alone. There can be no salvation for such a man.

But still, still...

"This was good. Now..."

The heat that accumulated at the moment could not be contained. From the depths of my heart, a wave of heat that doesn't pull off like a wave tao. That's what I accuse you of grieving.

It was hard. To myself, if I didn't have this destiny. I wish we'd met in a different way. If there was such a thing, I wonder if there would have been another different end to it.

When you followed me, and when you held me back, I would have loved to have exposed you inside my honest chest.

So, in retrospect, it fills me with emotions I've never had before. It's not the spiciness that separated me from my loved ones, it's not the sorrow that I think of my late home right now, it's a scorching sorrow. Such thoughts mourn parting as untrained.

But I didn't want to run anymore. Someone dies because I didn't want to anymore. Because I didn't like being there without doing anything, even though there were those who could be tormented by the devil tribe.

"............"

So right now, I just had to run alone, shaking off the enthusiasm spilling out of my eyeballs.

Slashing apart what stood in the way of the disease, Refile eventually got there.

If you sharpen your senses, the signs of multiple people and the signs of the devil tribe. And then I felt the nasty signs from behind the tree, cut them off that held back my way, and I jumped out there myself.

A place in a mountain of turbulent trees, unnaturally flickered. It was there with the heavens and the dull air that precipitated it, even before it was over.

It was miserable, hell.

"- Tz ?"

Hoping to make it, it was the smell of blood so dizzy and the smell of meat that it first hit the refirs who slashed and leaped out the trees.

And soon the cause of that smell pops into her clean eyes. What spread in front of me was a sour nose sight. Battlefield. No, this was no longer an execution site.

Rajas' men? There is a multitude of demonic tribes brutally with their black throats, and of those who are driven away by them, and who are in need of their own lives, and of those who have been slain by demonic tribes, or have sunk in blood with excessive wounds. Flying is only anger and screaming and deafening laughter.

No one here will stain Zhu any more, and no one will flush Zhu no more.

Warriors, merchants, men, and women were all equally their sacrifices.

Refill's heart boils down to this sight he saw one day and never wanted to see again.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

And he left himself to the burning of passion, slaughtered by a nearby demon clan.

There can't be any action the Demons can take against the accidental assassination of Refill.

The red brilliant vertical single-letter break blew up before the Great Sword even the earthen mass (snagged) and the interrupter between death, which wound up with the roar, slashing the demon clan in two.

The end of the demon clan, divided into two parts, breaks through the sound of the wind and rips the battlefield apart.

Numerous gazes, poured by it. Those who still fight and survive, and a multitude of demons. Everyone aligns their eyes on what happened and on the intruder who finally got there.

So one noticed.

"Oh, you are!

I ask who you are. Who you are. Not what. There is such a voice that I recognize the beholder.

It wasn't too late. There was still someone alive. Someone waiting for help. There were those who fought against the invisible predicament that lay ahead, surrounded by demons, to fight against death.

Yes, I made it. To protect those who wait for hope.

I kept running even according to my rare voice and came to help them. Yet...

Yet.

"Why are you here?"

It was such a relentless voice of anger that I was showered.

"Become... ?"

Surprised by abrupt disgust and hostility, the body moves dull. How can you turn such anger here? Knowing his predicament, he said that he was in trouble.

"Mr. Grakis......"

Now I hear voices from somewhere else. The weighted, magnificent man's voice, yes, it belongs to Galeo. Were you still alive while you were a merchant who had no connection with the battle?

But no words of joy were uttered against it.

Because his trembling voice, which was emitted with blood, was spinning with certain anger.

And dwelling in those eyes was resentment. When the location of this sin is here, it reveals the resentment just saying so, and turns a strong spot on this one.

"Lord Galeo..."

"I told you to stay away from the merchants... because if you were here, the demons would attack you..."

"Well, that's true, but if you're saying that now..."

No. On the contrary, they are already eating demonic raids. There's nothing more we can do about it, and we'll talk about it later. That's about it, you know.

If you show the gap, the Demons will attack you relentlessly. Not if you're having an unprotected conversation.

But contrary to the thoughts of such a refir, those around him react.

"That's what...? That's why we're being attacked!

"Ugh..."

There was no room to return the word to that allegation. I can't blame myself for having a demon clan. Therefore, we have no choice but to take that harsh word.

One of the guards who had been exasperating from earlier accidentally turning his blood-sprayed face into something suspicious as he chewed his teeth at such anger, which was unreasonable, but not off-the-shelf, while holding the Demon clan in restraint with cutting-edge and spiritual power.

"Wait... how did you know we were being attacked?

"I'm here to tell you that an adventurer, who was one of the escorts earlier, is under attack. So."

"I came to tell you... where could I possibly be? To you?

"Oh, oh."

"How could you rush here so fast?

"So it won't be if we're talking about that right now -"

And, caution, but the escort doesn't listen at all.

"Answer me."

"Ugh..."

The sayings of the guards, who let out their voices to say whether or not they were present, disturb the air. That shape, which was full of blood and pregnant, had that much awesomeness.

But why?

Why would they want to pursue all that barren stuff when they should know better about the bad situation.

(No...)

If it's not a good time now, we need to be alert, and I think so again.

And when I looked around on my guard with my mouth stopped, the demons were all over me.

It's like watching from the standpoint, bystanders, the scene of a more ugly feud.

"Huh...?

It's not like I'm going to set you up here.

You never get your hands on me, because of something. A spicy laugh drives an unspeakable chill. Why the hell are we keeping our hands red stained with that blood when we say that this is the perfect opportunity to fight in the inner circle to kill ourselves all?

An unusual atmosphere that drifts. It's supposed to be a place for the exchange of lives, but this poorly done play-like exchange that plays out ignoring its foundations, the hell.

"Hey, are you listening ?"

Confused by this inexplicable situation, the escort has suddenly growled.

"- I don't care what you're talking about right now. ? If you want to get back on your feet, you're going to run away."

"Run? Where the hell are you telling me to run in this situation? You! This neighborhood is already full of demons! I don't care what you did now!

"That may be..."

"How did you get here, you?

"If you're talking like that, yes."

"Whoa!

"Whoops! I rushed here when I heard you were being attacked by demons! So!"

I slightly think of the eating escort and scream back to slap him. No matter how you explain the power of the Spirit to them, you can't possibly tell. I just have to give it back.

Then the escort bites, regardless of this one's tone.

"Lie to me! You've been wandering around us for a long time! That's why I could have come so early! You must be ?"

It is not. We have used the power of the Spirit from the woods to drive ten miles. I was never close.

But what the hell do you say that is? Even if we talk about it here, what's the point?

"Isn't that why we were attacked! They even attacked us, who were close because you didn't leave us!

"No! I'm not!

"Aren't you? Otherwise you wouldn't be so quick!

"Knock, uhh..."

So it is. The bad luck of not being able to return words strikes me.

The chilling part about what would happen if we were to talk about that here and the waking part about what would happen where we explained it doesn't allow us to scream as emotions do.

Pursue, uncover the roots of blame, and so is it?

No, do they want to pack themselves up until then? Is this the same thing about a man standing in the abyss of death who can't help but hit someone with his emotions? By so long can a creature called man be relentless?

"Mr. Grakis, are you..."

"I..."

As if he had been struck many times lying around, a quarrel shocked from around him and shook his head.

It's like saying that all the responsibility lies with you, being attacked by all that stuff, and falling into the illusion that the scenery spins around. The words of hostility, blaming, take away their own equilibrium.

How can you blame yourself? Do we have to be blamed here? I've come to think of everyone. I thought we were all in trouble. I thought of everyone, and I shook off the hand he reached out to.

"Why... I'm here to help everyone..."

"Shut up! It's your fault! Because of you, we all saw this." "

"Wow, I..."

Words that can be showered are like a curse. Is it my fault? Everything. Without one exception. Is the place of sin for me?

Even if I come here hoping for the safety of those who cut themselves off, shall I be abhorred as a serpent scorpion?

Suddenly, a scream filled with pain echoes around my head as the blame swirls around like that can stand.

"... ahhhhhhhhhh"

That scream was before life was taken. Running his gaze that way, from the chest plate of a single escort, a thick arm, like that made of scraped round-tails, grew unnaturally for a long time.

It is undisputed, the arms of the devil clan.

With that penetrating blow, the body of the desperate guard collapsed powerlessly, and appeared from behind him as he fell forward -

"Looks like you're here. The swordsman of Nocious."

It was Rajas, general of the demonic tribe, a resentful enemy.

"- Rajas, you!"

"You're as prestigious as ever. What, you wanted to take my neck so badly?

Fly killer to Rajas, who mocks you like you don't like it. Now what? I wonder if it's natural. Because you have been deprived of everything important, like the devastation and the tyranny of tyranny. You are rightly responsible for this killing and hostility.

Yes, because I have that grudge.

"Because of you, this... this!

It's about to be repeated again, so I can't contain it. From that thought, it was a word I uttered to leave it to you.

But how did the enthusiasm sound to him? Rajas glances around and catches his mouth as if he were waiting for the word.

"Say what, it's your fault, Norsius woman. Because you're here, these guys are seeing this, right?

What is the period of disgusting laughter at? Sure, there may be a distant cause, but there can't be a qualification to be able to say such a thing to Rajas, who created such a tragedy.

But Rajas is in trouble. With the kind of eyes that look at the fool. Those who stand behind themselves.

(Ah -)

By the time I realized that the words that Rajas had spoken were coming to pass, everything was already too late.

From behind, my gaze pierces my back.

It's like falling before the winter's arrival, cold, hard, icy and rainy.

In return for that sign, a raging glance of anger was directed at us without one remaining.

"I knew it was your fault..."

"Oh, if it wasn't for you..."

"It's your fault..."

Those voices were no longer the voices of men. It sounds like resentment and stiffness were solidified and spit out of your mouth with profusion of malice.

Besides, it was a word of denial that came out of my mouth for some reason.

"Chi, no! No, guys!

"Shut up! It's you! It's your fault!

Those with breath raise up their cursing voices.

Even Galeo, who had been relatively calm if he had noticed, had uttered cursing words.

Coming down from all sides, grudges.

Why do you not believe in yourself that you have come to help and respond to the demons that come to kill you?

If you think about it, you'll see. I don't know why they just get caught up in the immediate matter and the words, and don't try to see the essence...

"... no, it's not my fault! I can't believe I'm going to be anybody's nuisance..."

It's a lie. It's your fault. It's your fault. Because you were there. The Demon Clan also says. Murderers. Reapers.

All those voices, I can hear them. I stand when I am evil.

"I can't be bad! How come they don't understand?"

It was just a scream. Maybe it was the heart I kept in my heart the whole time.

Rajas watching it makes a big laugh.

"Phew, phew, ha-ha! You humans are really stupid! If anything, I only curse and disparage others! In a nutshell, he's always an ugly creature inferior to maggots!

And after he had spoken so much, and he had rejoiced, Rajas turned to the demons around him.

- Do it.

Yes, I let my life go.

The worn heart is now excited by the words. His face, irritated by excessive reproach and almost tearing with remorse and spiciness, his distortion, devoured his teeth and pressed away.

I can't let you, he said.

But.

"Huh -?"

My body doesn't respond. Doesn't work. The power to rush out, as usual, is not in your legs, and a certain agility at all times is as if you have died.

How much in the end was the slowness of the foot that stepped out?

The movement was dull. Without excuses. Perfectly.

I can no longer ask why. They were shot at themselves. It's not Rajas, it's not the demons around, it's to humans who are supposed to be brothers. To their blame, they themselves had lost control of their bodies.

And the delay was, hopelessly, deadly.

"Gwwwwwwwww!"

"Ah, ah, ah! Ahhhhhhhh!

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Ah, ah, -!"

"Don't come! Don't come! Come. Oh, shit. ?"

People around them are killed without the art of becoming demons. A guard who rebelled against himself, a guard who cursed himself, a gaze of grievance, Galeo, the adventurers.

And when the demon clan struck the last one, he finally realized what his body was going to say.

I can't make it. Even though I knew it in my head, my mind didn't allow me to stop.

Slash and tear the covered demon clan from its back.

The blood of the demons, and those stained bright red with their own blood.

That's a girl. The wizard of a party who had previously received a request from the Alliance and crusaded demons together.

She became the most intimate of the parties, yes, a friend.

Careful, I can hold her on my knees.

"Hold on!

"Ah, uh..."

Girl groaning painfully. Hands stretched out to themselves tremble in small pieces, dyed with blood.

If she noticed, she was spinning words with a slight voice between wheezes.

"... oh... what..."

"Huh...?

"I wish you weren't here..."

Yeah, at the end of the day, with the curse on her mouth, she was out of breath.

All that remained were the crimson bills placed around her neck to strangle herself and her remains, unrelated to peace.

It's a hate distorted look. As if even the Demons were there. Until the end of his death, he was turning his hatred towards himself.

... shoulders holding her, arms hanging down without force.

At the same time, I felt like everything I believed in had collapsed with a sound.