Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Shadow of the Holy Blue

It doesn't matter what is right, and there is no trade-off. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is the story of a fool.

Born in an era of war, when wars were commonplace, persecution, destruction, and displacement filled life.

It is also a time for youth to rise.

Fighting for the ideal, but also for the protection of the sword, the original wanted to protect the person has left the cruel world, but the rest of himself, but not turned into a vengeful ghost.

It's just for the figure that I can never see again, and I want to create a world where everyone can be happy.

In that case, even in another world, she can smile and be happy, right?

So, in the crimson of destruction, the boy packed his bags and embarked on a new journey.

Alone, voluntarily burdened with longing and expectation, he stepped into the deserted wilderness.

Hunting, sword dancing, walking through village after village, what was the boy looking for? and why did he persistently walk in the wilderness, refuse countless solicitations, endure countless loneliness, and keep searching?

I don't know what he thought at that time, even he himself is already difficult to remember.

But he still walked.

Stick to your own beliefs, pursue no one is unimportant, nothing is more important, the place you see is where your faith lies, pursue your own justice, and travel alone.

Then, I don't know when it started, the teenager has become an unimaginably strong man.

The breeze that once whispered in his ears turned into a majestic guard, and the giant sword that once made it difficult for him to adapt to it was no longer a burden, wielding the giant sword with one hand and holding the image of a knight with storm and thunder in the other, I don't know when it began, it has gradually spread among the countries.

However, he is still walking.

More than one king has sincerely handed over olive branches, and more than one lord has offered inducements.

However, all of them were rejected.

At that time, the teenager was clearly waiting for whom.

Until, finally, that day came.

There, the boy meets what he's been looking for...

I can't remember exactly, but the light and shadow of that day are still well imprinted in the young man's mind, even if the vicissitudes of life, even if he is no longer the original self, but it is still clearly visible.

The wind was not strong that day, but it was singing, obeying the laughter and invitation of the elves, and came there itself.

At the end of the turquoise waves, came there.

At the end of the endless green sea, suddenly opened.

There, there was an old man and a young girl.

In between, there is a sword stuck upside down in the rock.

The magnificence makes people can't bear to take their eyes away, the enamel and the rich metal decorate the blade, and the majesty of it reflected in the light is not lacking in sharpness.

"Are you going to pull it up?"

I couldn't help but ask, and looked at the girl, the boy at that time, and couldn't suppress the sadness.

The grief that comes from nowhere is as unavoidable as the sadness that has been witnessed and what happened later.

When I looked at the sword, I somehow understood.

That's the real King Sword.

Somehow, I knew that it was a sword that only a king could draw.

“・・・”

Looking at the boy wordlessly, the girl's expression was more surprised than confused.

'Who are you and why are you here?'

Her expression was clearly like this.

And the teenager, it is difficult to answer.

Why... It's hard to say.

However, after a moment's hesitation, the girl still held her head high and replied.

"Yes, I'm going to draw this sword"

The awe-inspiring temperament can't help but remind people of a lion.

It's clearly just a girl...

So, he looked at the hooded figure sitting on a rock not far away.

He...

"Artoria..."

He called out the girl's name, but before he could call it, the boy knew that he already knew it.

A sense of suddenness arose.

Originally...

"Before you pull out this sword, it's better to think about it."

Is that so?

"Pull out this sword, you will no longer be human, you will lose everything as a human being, you will be destined to be alone... Even so, is there no problem?"

That's a matter of course...

The man's eyes could not see, but whoever seemed to see it, and it was doomed.

"Of course"

However, the girl made up her mind.

The girl's answer was as if she didn't know the gravity of the words, but it was impossible.

In his eyes is the tenderness he has ever seen.

When I was young, I longed for protection, but I couldn't protect it, and the figure that dissipated in the wind with the fire is so similar.

"I saw a lot of people laughing... I thought, that must be wrong."

She placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.

Inexplicably, the young man stepped forward and stretched out his hand in dissuasion.

"...

“？”

The girl turned her head in confusion and looked at the young man who was wandering.

"Don't you, then, the one who is smiling, may not be you?"

"No, it's okay"

"It's going to hurt..."

"No, it's okay"

"Yes..."

"I said, it's okay"

Standing awe-inspiring, the girl's hand already grasped the hilt of the sword.

"I don't care if I can save this country."

Sincerely, the girl exists for salvation, and the girl firmly believes in the meaning of her existence.

Fearless, gentle but strong as iron, the moment he holds the sword, the final enlightenment has been done.

What to give up and what to gain is incomparably clear at the beginning.

Let the boy shed tears.

It's so cruel...

Why does it have to be this way?

Why won't the world be gentle with everyone?

Kindness is often brutally suppressed, evil is rampant, and the blood and tears paid by gentle people usher in a sad end.

Why does it have to be this way?

This was the case in the past, it is like this in the present, and it will be like this in the future.

Confused, but, wiping away tears, the boy had something to do.

"Then, please at least let me follow you, and if you have to choose such a path, at least let me be able to protect your tenderness..."

Unambiguous, tearful teenager knelt on the ground and bowed his head.

However, the girl shook her head gently.

"No"

She smiled and refused, with a deep regret.

"I know you, you're Rodritte, right? Prince of the Wind, Rodritte Saltisius..."

The sword was drawn, and a dazzling light bloomed from the sword.

"How can you follow a king, right?"

・・・

・・・

It was a long, long time ago...

"Wow...!!"

Puff...

He fell to the ground hard, the pain all over his body was unbearable, his armor was torn, and his blue robes were shivering with blood.

Struggling to get up, the tendon of the left arm has been severed, if it weren't for the timely dodge, I'm afraid even the bones would have been cut off, right?

"Phew..."

Mixed with minced meat, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Squinting his eyes, the recovery speed of his body has long been unable to keep up with the speed of destruction, although the magic power is still abundant, it is embarrassing to be of great use.

How can I remember what happened at that time?

"What's the matter? Did Knight give up? In that case, I'm going to take the Holy Grail?"

Squinting his eyes in pleasure, the golden king was unharmed, and among the swords that covered the sky, the king wantonly mocked the fools on the ground.

"I want to be beautiful..."

How is it possible, just admit defeat?

Stubbornly stood up, and as far as the situation was concerned, it seemed that he had lost.

However, this should not be the case.

Rodritte, it's impossible to lose.

Like a gambler, but not crazy or desperate.

Rodriit calmly pondered the situation, at present, although the road to victory is chaotic, he will not give up.

Because, it's already been said...

It's been said a long time ago...

I will never give up, and her, and with her, I have promised, I have sworn that I will never give up, I will not give up anyone, I will not break any oath.

"It's not enough to hurt me, Hero King, if you want to kill me, you can show a little more ability, right?"

The blade of the spear and the sword are framed in the shape of a cross.

"Cut... Dying Struggle"

Sneering and shaking his head, the king looked at the knight with a little pity.

"Sometimes, it's a virtue to give up, you know?

yes, of course I do.

The knight understood early on, and because of this, he was already covered in bruises.

But if that were a virtue, Rodritte was determined to be a fool.

It's not that everything has to be done in the best direction, and not all the goals are for the approval of the majority.

There are things to look forward to in your heart, and what is surging in your chest is always an obsessive mind.

A man who will never be a sage, but also a brave man who is proud to move forward towards the only future.

Rodritte's unchanging style is also the pride of his heroes.

"Of course, shrewd Gilgamesh!"

Facing the metal storm of death, the storm swelled, and Lustia wrapped around the knight's body, and behind him, spread its brilliant cyan wings.

Huge and brilliant wings like angels, holy blue, wings entwined with storm and thunder, persistent and determined, wings that chant softly in praise.

"But, it seems, you're the least qualified to speak of virtue, right?

scolded, and then stomped on the ground, the earth shattered, and the cyan angel turned into light arrows, running in a straight line.

"Stupid!"

Of course, it will not be put in the eyes, such an attack is directly stupid.

With a wave of his hand, countless swords turned into a stream of light and pounced on the light arrows.

"Storm Lord—!!"

But there was a roar of pride in the light.

"Guns of the ------!"

In an instant, a new color was born from that light, red and blue, entwined with flames and ice wind, twisted and turned into spirals, shattering all interceptions with one blow, and piercing the night sky with a heroic blow, as brilliant as a giant pillar in the epic.

From the destruction of heat and cold, the two-colored storm roared forward, bringing up a tornado.

"Reckless!"

Still no effect.

The serious Ancient King is invincible.

The king's treasury was not limited to weapons, but at the first moment of the two-color storm, countless richly decorated shields of square, round, crescent, or mandarin duck appeared around his body.

One side could not resist and was blown to pieces.

The two sides are overwhelmed and fall apart.

Wailing and moaning on three sides, it finally fell apart.

But the king's treasury is endless, recognizable, unrecognizable, manifested, hidden, present, and still asleep in the river.

In the end, it is unknown how many heavy shields were shattered and how many barriers were breached.

The devastating energy diverted by the shield turned into a rain of red and blue flames in the new district of Fuyuki City like a torrential rain, like sulfuric acid poured on the paper, causing a devastating disaster.

Shallow pits of reinforced concrete were scorched, the ground was cracked, and large swaths of the city wailed during the night.

But until the last ray of light was removed by the shield and rushed helplessly into the empty sky, the golden king remained unscathed.

"Anything else?"

The arrow of light is still moving.

The king is still looking forward to it.