Garon, the warrior's body decays over time, but the spirit becomes stronger and purer.

The holy war will soon begin.

Although I know this, I don't have enough time to sustain it until then. I could feel the deep uneasiness in my heart, not because of nostalgia for my own life, but because of fear for the future.

Something is happening, but I don't have the power to stop it.

Sachar's qualifications are indeed excellent, but just by virtue of his strength, it is not ...... Perhaps the strength of just twelve men was not enough to win.

For this, your strength is necessary.

I know very well that you don't have the consciousness to bear the honor of Saint Seiya, so I will use a more appropriate way for you.

Give the power you need, in exchange...... At the beginning of the Holy War, it was used for the sake of the Lord.

I didn't expect you to protect the adult, but at least...... Use the power I have given me to destroy the enemies of that Lord.

Please, born under Gemini.

"For the sake of the final victory, destroy ...... The Adult's Enemy ......"

On the broken bricks and tiles, the red-skinned man covered his forehead and said intermittently.

"Who is it?

Who is she?

Who am I?

What am I going to fight for? ”

Kill, kill, and leave no one behind, except for the adult.

There seemed to be a voice in his heart shouting like this, urging, pulling him back into the whirlpool of madness little by little.

"Garon!" ，

A crisp female voice came, causing his body to froze.

He looked up, and there were no narrow alleys in his view, but wide streets.

Unlike the peace of the past, the road is now full of potholes, rubble and rubble, and the collapsed houses are all across the road, as if a huge mountain rock has blocked everything.

In the distance, several trembling figures hid in the dilapidated shop, beside the broken walls, staring at Garon cautiously and fearfully.

Only one person stepped forward tentatively and said softly.

"Garon, is that you?"

The girl's black leather boots stepped on the rubble, making a small sound that made Garon make a vigilant gesture.

"Garon, it's fine."

Frightened by her anger, she forced herself forward and tried to regain Garon's senses.

The face that gradually became clear coincided with the appearance in the memory.

"Nozomi ...... Luda. ”

The long white hair fades from the ends to restore its pale blue color.

But the ferocious aura still remained on the surface of the body and spread around.

Why am I here?

By the way, I'm ......

"Garon?"

Garon turned his face sideways, and his scarlet eyes stared at the girl in front of him, startling her.

A simple beige shirt and black trousers, she was no different from what she saw on weekdays at the moment.

"I'm sorry, I can't control my power right now."

Garon said hoarsely, took two or three steps back, and began to dissipate the power in his body, regaining his sanity little by little.

"How did you get hurt like this?"

It wasn't until the other party was roughly back to normal that Shiluda stepped forward and asked, holding the man who was about to fall.

"I-",

Garon looked abruptly at the ruins to the side, frowning.

The next second, he bent down and hooked Heroda's legs, took the other in his arms, and stood on the roof with a jump.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Hold on to me, I'm leaving."

"Ha——?"

The figures of the two gradually faded and soon disappeared without a trace.

"Kara,"

The old man's back stood up from the pile of dirt, he thumped his back, and sighed in pain, "Athena's saint warrior is unexpectedly powerful." ”

The bruises on the surface of his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he breathed a sigh of relief, observing for a while, but he could not find the shadow of the other party.

"Young people are really fast."

Is it because the odds of winning are not good?

Or is there no reason to fight?

Eccentric man, the priest shook his head, and did not draw any conclusions.

With such a level of strength, there is no doubt that it is not a pawn, and it is speculated by common sense that it should be the golden saint of the Zodiac Palace of the Holy Domain. But that kind of ferocious aura does not match the rumors.

There is no will to protect anything at all, and there is no trace of warrior quality.

It's not so much a warrior as a ...... Dead man.

"Could it be that the Sanctuary has also begun to cultivate 'blades'?" "If that's the case," muttered the priest, "it would be a shame to die here." ”

The sound of footsteps sounded in his ears, and the priest came back to his senses, smiling and greeting the belated guards.

On the other side, the two people who hurriedly found a small shop to rest were finally able to stop and relax.

"Why are you there?"

Garon sat down on the bench, leaned forward, and asked the woman beside him.

"Didn't I tell you that I was going to find that famous priest this afternoon." Hiluda took out her handkerchief and said as she wiped Garon's sweat.

"You...... Got into trouble? ”，

"Of course there is." Shiluda nodded, seeing the other party's worried look, and continued. "Because I didn't have anyone with me, I came here alone and got lost several times, wasting a lot of time, and I almost couldn't go back."

"......," Garon sighed deeply, "I mean, if anyone is unruly to you, you must know that this city is also a very dangerous place. ”

Hiluda covered her mouth and said with a smile.

"Who else but you would behave against me?

.......

Okay, okay, don't look at me like that, there's no such thing, don't worry.

I had just confirmed the location of the church when I bumped into you, where do you have time to run into trouble.

It's you, how did you get hurt like this? ”

Garon rubbed the corners of his eyebrows and thought for a moment.

"It's nothing, maybe I misunderstood...... Anyway, you're fine. ”

Syruda nodded, not quite understanding, but also knowing that he was reluctant to explain.

"Then be careful yourself, don't be so impulsive next time."

"Heh~ I also want to calm down, who knows that when I react, I was already fighting." Garon sneered at himself as he spread his limbs out against the back of his chair.

After a moment of silence, Garon continued,

"By the way, don't go to the priest, I'll take you home in a while."

"Huh?" Hyluda wondered, "Why, I came to the city to see him, and I heard that his paintings are very famous." ”

Garon smiled bitterly, I'm afraid his strength is still above the level of paintings, and I may not be able to win him next time.

If, don't gamble your life.

"He's not the only one who is a great painter, let's change someone. As long as it's not that priest, whoever it is, I'll accompany you to find it when the time comes. ”

The fragrant body fragrance invaded the tip of his nose, and Garon opened his eyes, only to see that Heroda had approached him, staring at him suspiciously.

"It always feels like you're hiding something, man?"

"Just something you don't have an interest in knowing."

Garon said, holding Heroda's shoulder.

"Alright, we'll go home when we've rested enough."

"Hmm, did you want to go back after entering the city......

In the quiet shop, a delicate maid came,

"Well, two guests, could you please stay a little longer?"

Garon glanced at the girl, who was about twelve or thirteen years old, with average physical fitness and no danger.

Perhaps sensing that Garon was a little unpleasant, the maid began to talk to Heroda.

It's not complicated, because the store where the two settled has not been opened for a long time, and it has not yet accumulated enough popularity.

In order to open up sales, the store manager invited a famous painter to come over, hoping that she could use a few beautiful paintings as a store to attract more customers.

However, the artist hired by the store manager with all his favor and money arrived as promised, but ...... A man and a woman who were models disappeared.

As a result, a store manager who had long heard that the painter's temper was not too good, and he couldn't find anyone, was now in a state of semi-anxiety and madness.

"Please agree to my little request, and gamble on the survival of all the small shops that have just opened, and leave it all in the hands of the two of you."

The unusually flamboyant female store manager knelt down in front of the two of them and asked.

"Even if you say that, I ......", Garon struggled to resist the other party's momentum, "After all, we haven't tried this kind of work before, and it may or may not mess things up." ”

"No, this gentleman! As long as you can maintain a good posture, the master will take care of the rest! ”

The store manager stood up abruptly and took Heroda's hand,

"This lady, we have prepared comfortable chairs and cushions for you, as well as black tea and snacks, so you don't have to worry about anything else."

"Well, I'm not very hungry, so-"

Heroda tried to pull her hand back from the other's arms, but was unsuccessful.

"That painter, Milani Liana, the flower of the greenhouse, is on par with the church priest, don't you want to be the spirit of her paintings?"

"Miss Milani?"

Catching a glimpse of the sparkle in Heroda's eyes, Garon let out a big sigh.

I didn't have good luck today.