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next day--

I visited the hill southwest of Mid Hayes early in the morning.

He threw his thunder sword into the best view of the hill.



Now, the owner of this sword is me. If it wasn't Shin or Ray, you wouldn't be able to pull it out.

"Graham continues to perish"

I spoke to my father's sightseeing thunder sword.

"In the depths of this root, even its emptiness will disappear, and it will taste infinite destruction, even to true nothingness."

Even now, deep in my roots, there is his emptiness, and it has been exhausted. T r ans l a ted by jpmt l.c om




"I will not lose his emptiness, even if this body will be destroyed someday. Let's lock it into the abyss of hell "


There is no eternity. Eventually, it will perish as void.

If it were wrong and he would live in eternal nothingness, my destruction would last forever. The emptiness of a man sinking into the abyss of this root will endure forever.


"I found Emperor Shaps in the dungeon of Etilthoeve"

Faced with my late father, I kept saying.

"Bomilas seems to have taken advantage of the emperor's value or not. It is not yet a rule, but the Emperor of Inzuel is expected to join the royal council. Azzion is in the hands of volunteers wishing for peace. Aiming for a better future "

Tra ns l ate d by jp mt l .com One more step, the world is approaching peace.

"Mid haze is calm"

A thunder sword pierced the hill. From the tombstone, you can overlook Mid-Haze.

"That town is full of smiles, as if it were two thousand years ago."


Now that I'm not afraid of the battle, I've finally arrived. At the end of my father's repeated destruction, at the end of the struggling struggle, there is that smile.

"Based on countless dead bodies"

If you live in this age now, you can hardly imagine. But that's fine.

"I will never forget it again"

I look back on the past that I saw at the creation star Arial.

"The brave figure of the precious knights who fought for tomorrow without making a name in history. He was tossed by the war and lost in those who should be protected, but still his noble back who penetrated himself."

I chase it and I may have come this far.

"I'll take over that will of peace."

Don't repeat the tragedy.

"The ghost has perished"

Words I said on my father's 17th visit-

To destroy ghosts and change the rough world. In other words, build an era where there is no need for the Phantom Knights. Transl at ed b y Jp m tl.c o m

I guess she was ignorant. I wanted to see the real face of my father playing the ghost.


He believed he could. There's nothing you can't grasp in this hand.

But as a result, my words made my father firm in my last decision.

"... Did you come to help me to defeat Graham then?"


Then, if we spoke different words, there might have been a future where we could see the city side by side.

No matter how you think about it, it's nothing.

Maybe so, maybe not. Either way, it was over two thousand years ago.

No need to hesitate. If I'm not looking ahead, I'll float.

"Thanks to my great Father"

With my eyes closed, I offer a silent prayer.

Sleep peacefully―

I couldn't find that word in my throat.

I may have wanted to keep this as long as possible.

A gentle morning where the warm wind gently strokes your cheeks. In the silence that was Shin, thanks to my father endlessly, go overflowing.

T r a n sl a t ed b y Jpm tl .c o m I remembered Misha's words.

Don't rush. You may be immersed in sentiment for a while now.

It is more peaceful and my father feels relieved.

While listening to the slight sound of the wind, I was following the little memories of the father that Seisei showed.

Riding in the wind, you can hear various sounds of peace. Peaceful and peaceful sleep, bouncing footsteps, spilled laughter.

Everything is what the unnamed knights sought.

then--

"Hmm!"

This is a frank voice.

"Trip!"

The sword, which has descended vigorously, cut the wind.

"Do, u, ri, oh, oh!"

I couldn't be silently praying at the loudly insisting voice, and I stared.

Dad glanced at him while swinging his sword.

"... What have you been doing since the morning?"

Tra ns l a ted b y Jp m t l .co m "Oops, Anos.

Dad stabbed his sword and took a posh pose.

"It's strange."

I should have definitely known.

"Hide what, it's actually my dad's daily routine. I'm swinging my sword here early in the morning. It's to sharpen my forged sword soul!"

Again, Dad pulls his sword and swings down.

"It's my first time, but what's the daily routine?"

"of course--"

The sword cuts off the wind.

"--From today!"

Not a daily routine.

"How about, as usual?"

"Always?"

Walk to my dad.

"A guy who sharpens the heart of the sword together"

Hmmm. Or rather, I only met once during this time.

"Hey."

Dad forces my hand to hold the sword. Then, with a light step, walk toward the basket that was rolling on the hill.

"Oh, no, oh ..."

Dad is speaking out loud.

"Oh, no, Anos, after you came back, that's it."

Dad says, fishing for the sword in the basket.

"What is that?"

"No, somehow, honey, I'm not fine."

I became serious.

"Do you see that?"

"Oh, well, what, if you care, it's okay! There's one or two walls that don't work. ''

Choosing a sword, Dad turned around.

"I'm not boasting, but my dad was too buried with walls."

I imagined my father stuck in the wall. Certainly, not boast.

"What happened to that wall?"

Suddenly Dad peeped at Nihil's smile.

"I'm still buried now."

I don't seem to get over it.

"That's what life is like, but Anos is different from his dad and he can do it.

"Well."

Dad laughed.

"Dad. Did you get up early to say that?"

"I told you, even by chance."

It was quite difficult for Dad to dress himself. It's a problem, but ...

It was strange and I felt better than before.

"Thank you"

"... What, what's so sudden? In addition, I don't want to be thankful just to say the obvious."

Despite that, Dad was very shy.

"Now"

"Oh"

Dad said he was going to return or turn around.

"I'll do it!"

"... Do you do it?"

"Well, I'll do it."

Dad's eyes were really serious.

HM. Well, good. It's fun to go out with my dad who is worried.

"I'm going seriously."

Of course, I don't really go seriously.

"I want it."

Dad laughed.

We keep our distance from each other and hold our sword.

"You have no resentment, but I will die for peace!"
He had a sword in his right hand and a Thunderblade sword in his hill with his left hand.

"My sword is one!"

I put a lot of effort, but of course the magic sword doesn't bounce.

I'm saved because I'm the owner, but otherwise I would have been shot by Shiden and turned into ashes.

"... Nuh, oh oh oh ..."

He throws away his sword and tries to pull out the Thunderbolt with both hands.

“…… Nu …… Lost…”

It was a natural result.

"-I don't think this is my attitude."

With his hands on the thrusting thunder sword, Dad is forcing himself to be ready.

"Do you care who I am? My name is the king of swords to destroy!"

Dad continued forcibly. As always, asking her name makes me scream.

Yeah, it can't be helped.

"Who are you?"

As I say, I walk slowly towards Dad.

"Huh"

Dad laughed just here.

Isn't it something you claim to be?

Disagreeable.

That face-it's just a face that just tells me to outsmart me.

Another pattern?

I'm going to attack with the same words halfway, make sudden changes, and keep me from reading my behavior. However, he was already used to his father's disease.

No matter how many lines of dialogue, no matter what strange thing is said, it will no longer move.

"A ghost doesn't need a name!"

For an instant, I heard that voice double-blown with my father two thousand years ago.

It's a plain line. It would be a coincidence. I stepped further, saying that my father's disease was a problem.

"You are perishing, remember this name in your head."

I felt time was flowing slowly and slowly.

Grandmaster "I'm the Phantom Knights,-"

I just listened to my father's words.

In retrospect, we couldn't hear beyond that.

Destruction Sword King "--Gardera Hippopt !!"

Along with his father's words, a thunder sword flew vigorously off the ground. Like returning to the hands of the original owner.

"Wow!"

A sword swayed out of bounds. As I proceeded, the thunder sword struck my head straight.

"Uh oh ... oh, oh ... Anosu ...?"

Dad screams.

"I'm sorry, dad, look at me ..."

Graham said he had died. My father, Celis Voldigord, has died.

Anyone who is decapitated by the blood of Zeiron will die, not die.

Resuscitation When its power is deprived and neither <> nor <> can be used, the root remaining in the neck is released.

It will re-encounter the slight consciousness, sparse source that remains in the detached body, and then the source will rise to heaven and die.

If you cannot be revived or reborn, death is equivalent to destruction. That means it will die.

Still, Arcana had said before. The root turns around.

Change shape, change power, lose memory.

Still, my father was here. I was by my side.

"... Anos? Is it OK? Does it hurt?"

A drop of tears was falling down my cheek.

"I remembered my father."

Dad immediately listened to my voice and took a serious look.

"Two thousand years ago, my father, Celis Voldigord, was deeply affectionate and intense. For my peace, for my future, my father, who fought like Shura, I looked back on my life and lamented. "

Dad gently stares at me, suddenly starting to talk, nodding.

"He was just a tough, unloving, stupid father."

How remorseful you were.

"I wasn't allowed to say that. My father's back was speaking to me more eloquently than any other words."

The voice shook.

"I was proud"

Clench your fist.

"I'm sorry for the regret of my dying father that peace did not come true."

Then Dad put his hand on my head. He hugged me strongly as if to cross my shoulders.

"He was a good man, Anos's father."

With that said, Dad had an incredibly mature expression.

"I'm a dad, I guess, Anos's father did not lament his life at the end, right?"

Asked in the gaze, he answered.

"Dad knows Anos now, so he knows. Dad doesn't think about himself when he dies."

"... So what?"

"Well, it's you, I think your father has lamented for you who can no longer receive his father's affection. I lamented. "

Dad's words come straight into my heart.

"……Really?"

"maybe……"

After that, he rushed to restate.

"No, absolutely, absolutely! That's why. Everything is up to you."

Dad speaks more seriously than ever.

"Then I have to live to grieve my father."

"Oh, and that, that, that! I lamented that your father couldn't do it, because instead Dad would do everything to Anos. I don't play sick! "

As usual, Dad was a little crazy to cheer me up.

"And then your father will be a little relieved in heaven."

"Ku ..."

Involuntarily, a small laugh spilled.

"Kuhaha"

"Oh, you're crazy.

"Dad, there's a lot of stupid tales. Did you want to do something like my father who lived like a shura and was just buried in a wall?"

Then Dad said as if he was talking in secret.

"My dad knows. Surely your father was buried in the wall of life in a shura-like form."

"Kuhahaha"

That's a stupid story. Is there really such a stupid story?

If that father, who lived harder than anyone, wanted to be such a dad, nothing was so funny and peaceful.

After a laugh, I said.

"It's about time my mom is ready for breakfast."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sure mushroom gratin from morning."

"Why?"

"Well, Anos wasn't fine."

Do you expect your mother too?

"Let's go home!"

Dad walks up the hill with his shoulders on me.

"Is this the case?"

"Sometimes it's good. Dad, I wanted to walk with my son and man cross shoulders like this."

Good grief. I can't help helping my father.

"Occasionally"

Dad laughs.

"Oh, no, what do you do with this sword? Bring it, it's bad."

Dad saw the Thunderblade in his hand.

"It's my father's keepsake. My father keeps me."

"Are you good? Is that important?"

"Father hopes it too."

"I see. I see."

Dad says gladly.

"Now, let's keep it."

Dad slaps my head with his hands crossed. I was very kind, but I was very kind.

"It's getting bigger, Anos"

Dad says, as if his father was two thousand years ago. Surely, he just wanted to say.

"Not as good as my dad yet"

"Hah, that's it!"

Dad laughs happily from the bottom of his heart. We go down the hill slowly, using no magic, shoulder-to-shoulder.

I'm convinced that this calm, ridiculous and lovable moment will continue in the future.

As I laughed, I suddenly remembered the little creator God.

The world is not kind, she said. Be sure to tell this when you meet next time.

This world you created is so kind



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