Thought communication <> The magic circle disappears.
Evil Eye The past footage was interrupted, with Rey and Barzalond showing only Ordov.
His magic has been lost more than before.
It is strange that it does not perish right now.
"......... the throne, on the day ..."
Ordov uttered a roaring voice, as if to squeeze his last force.
"... As I told you ... Lebla ... Hald ... Prey on us ... Beast ... Beast ... Noble hunting nobles ..."
Tran s la te d b y Ｊpmtl.ｃ o ｍ Ordov probably knows that he will not be saved anymore.
Therefore, he is trying to convey his last words to his sons.
"Blessing the beasts only for cravings ... the hunting aristocrats ... the beasts who abandon their cravings and gain reason ... become humans ..."
Barzarondo listens to his father's words.
If I couldn't hear every word, I concentrated all my nerves there.
"... I believed it was the right way ... I believed it was justice ... but ..."
Gasping, Ordov asks.
"We were ... were you really right?" T rans la ted by jpm t l .ｃ o m
It is a big question that came to the end of the journey as a Holy King along Rainbow Road.
Barzalondo, who had not arrived here, would have been right.
However, he had a glimpse of Ordov's past, and he couldn't dismiss it, feeling the weight of what his father was trying to sue at the moment.
"... I was wrong ... Is my father wanting to say that ...? We didn't have justice ..."
After a few seconds of silence, Ordov opens his mouth again.
"... I don't know ..."
Did Barzarond's voice reach him, who should be almost deaf? Or is it just a coincidence?
The father speaks to answer his son's questions.
"... I don't know ... I looked for the answer ... I kept looking ... I was looking for a true rainbow road somewhere ... but I'm finally ..."
The sadness oozes in the weak voice.
"I can't see it ... I can't ... I can't ... walk over ... I can't ..."
Ordov's hand shook slightly.
"... but to me ..."
I could see a little hope behind my eyes.
T r ansl a te d b y jp m tl .ｃ om That alone keeps his life about to disappear. It seemed like that.
"... breath, child ... are there ..."
Rei holds his hand to respond to his wishes.
Mid-Enshi, dying warriors will do the same, even though the world has changed.
Let's at least die peacefully, even if it's an ad hoc lie.
It was a modest hand for Ray, who had passed through many battlefields, and presented it to a brave who had been fighting in a different world.
"... this path, instead ... walks ... a young hero ..."
Earlier, Ordov's eyes, which do not reflect the light, still appeal.
"How about? Lebla ... Hard ... You're still ... Can you walk ...?"
A lean body.
A source that is dug by a magic bullet and is about to disappear.
But still, Ordov has not given up on his dreams.
Rather than hunting the beast, rather than setting up the blessing of returning the beast to man, he sought a more ideal answer.
To receive the blessing of the Lord God in his own world and to go on a truly right path rather than the rainbow road that is righteous-a dream far away.
"... how is it ... ?? Rebrahard ..."
T r an sl a t e d by jpm t l .c om Barzalond looks down.
"... I'm walking ..."
Playing Lebrahard, Ray said.
Just courtesy for those who die.
"Father, I noticed."
The light of the sanctuary wraps around Rei and Ordov.
Even if you can't hear your ears and words don't reach, your repeated thoughts will certainly reach you.
Believe it or not, Ray tells the old bravely.
"There were days of seeking justice, believing in conscience, and continuing to fight. I struck down the enemy in the name of justice, and judged evil in the name of condemnation. I knew a world. ''
Ordov says nothing.
However, the back of his eyes seemed slightly anxious.
"The justice I believed was wrong. There were no enemies anywhere. We just tried to protect each other."
He says he looks back on the battle two thousand years ago.
"But I didn't see it then. The right path. The real enemy was the fear and hatred in us. Obeying your conscience doesn't mean you have the future you want. Disagreeable--"
Shaking his head quietly, Ray restated.
T r an s la t e d b y jp ｍ tl.c o ｍ "Sometimes we don't even know what we really wanted."
Sanctuary The light of <> enters Ordov's body as thought flows.
I felt that his expression was slightly softened, as if Rei's thoughts were clear.
"I think we should doubt our conscience. If we believe in justice and blindness, people can do just how cruel it is."
Justice is sometimes more ugly than anything else, like the revengeful demons, like the hero Gerga.
"I think we should continue to worry, think and be lost. When we believe we are right, we lose our right."
As a commandment to himself, Rei exudes that feeling.
"Probably the true rainbow path is something we keep looking for. We will never see it in front of us. We will find nowhere to find it, such as a road that we believe is justice."
In high folia, where the right path appears as a rainbow road, the idea may be terribly unacceptable.
Still, he believed that it would be transmitted to Ordov, who pursued his dream in the Hyfolia, and reiterated.
"But if ... if it's time to see True Rainbow Road"
While hesitates, Ray says.
"I think that's what we can do behind us. Behind us, who continued to get lost and walked straight."
Ray's hand holds Ordov's hand, and the light gathers.
"father"
Gently says Ray.
As if to tell his true father.
"My dad said he couldn't see the true Rainbow Road, that's evidence that you've been searching for the right path and continuing to this day."
The thought has certainly arrived, and tears bleed into Ordov's eyes.
"I believe. After my great father, I walked on this invisible way, and when I looked back one day, I was there."
Powerfully, Ray appeals.
"--There is a true rainbow path that shines brightly."
Satisfied, Ordov smiled.
And said.
"... Sure, I entrusted you ... breath, child ..."
A gentle breeze blew.
The magic of Ordov is swept away by the wind as the lights of life go out.
"... Father goes up ...!"
Barzarondo shouts to keep the consciousness of his dying father.
"Yet ... my father ... I'm still ...!"
That's when.
The goddess sword shines, and the divine soul king Deionatek appears there.
The wooden hand I picked was labeled "Extended Life."
The ball of light that emerged was slowly sucked into Ordov's body and assimilated with the root.
The magical power that seems to have disappeared is slightly restored.
Dionatech's voice echoed.
"... I can't save my life ...... save his thoughts ...... save ..."
The light spreads out.
As it gradually subsided, the soul of the soul of death was suddenly gone.
"father……!"
Barzalond touches Ordov and calls.
But there is no reply.
He was loose with his eyes closed.
Staring at the situation, Ray cuts out to Barzarondo.
"Take me to our world"
"... In the Militia world, is there a saver?"
Barzarondo asks. Rei shook his head quietly.
"If--"
"You may be able to reincarnate. In this state, a decent incarnation is impossible, but it is still more likely than it would be in another world."
Barzalond bites his back teeth.
"... What happens?"
"I don't know. I don't have any memories of being reborn. I may never meet again."
"It's ridiculous! What exactly is that ?! I need help!"
"Your feelings remain"
Lose words, as Barzalondo surprised.
"Someday somewhere, your father will be reborn"
"... it's not ... a Hyfolia religion ..."
There is no concept of reincarnation.
Anyway, if the memory is completely inherited by reincarnation <>, we do not guarantee this time. First, it is uncertain whether reincarnation will succeed.
Barzalondo's decision will not be out of the question.
"I want to take me back to Hyfolia once ..."
“If it ’s a holy goddess Aife, what ’s possible?”
Barzalondo cannot answer immediately.
It will be difficult. If it is easy, there is no need to get lost.
"... I have to see my brother ... if I still have a life ..."
Barzalond clenches his teeth.
He squeezed out the words, as well as the tough decision.
"... It's a shameless thing to know ... my father will die satisfactorily thanks to you ... but I can't thank him, but I'm skeptical of Militia's order ... It must be a business ... but ... "
Barzalond falls down.
"... If you're an older brother, do something ..."
Quiet for a moment, and he restates.
"... I'll regret if I don't do anything, even if I don't have any help .... At least, I have to say something ..."
Barzalondo turned away, looking bad. Ray puts his hand on his shoulder.
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