"What is your dear thing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

"What is it that you hate. ”

"What are you afraid of. ”

――――

The wind blows from far, far away.

What is cast on the face is the warm glow of the sun.

She lay in the haystack and covered the upper half of her face with a sunhat to block out the bright sun.

The spiky grass stubble touches the skin, tickling and making people feel amazing.

'Where am I?'

She should know the answer, but when she thinks about it, she can't think of anything.

All she knew was that it was all so warm and lovely, and it was all so nostalgic.

'Nostalgia? or just longing?'

In the distance, white windmills were spinning in the field, and the mill servants were carrying bags of newly harvested wheat into it. The exit coachman on the other side flicked his whip and pulled a cart full of flour mules, flicked his ears and walked proudly towards the town.

She stood up.

"Whew-" When I lay down, I was used to the breeze, and I felt its intensity only after I stood up.

But the wind was not annoying, though it was so great that her long white hair was blown to the ends, so great that she subconsciously pressed her long skirt with white and brown stripes and a big straw hat on her head, so big that she could not even open her eyes, because of the magnificent scenery and the brilliant golden sun, she could not even hold back tears.

But this wind does not annoy people.

As I got used to the distant horizon, the scenery became clearer.

At the end of the ocean of wheat, lakes are connected one by one. From this angle, the lake reflects a clear sky with only a few idle clouds, which is a beautiful sight.

The water and the sky reflect each other, the windmills spin, and the warm sun shines on the earth.

When the wind blows across the lake, the ripples are as soft and even as fine silk.

What kind of view is this?

'It must not be real,' said a different shadow somewhere in her heart, but she was willing to indulge in the beauty of the moment.

Because it's already something that hasn't been experienced in a long, long time.

The wind had changed, this time from the mill. The change in the direction of the wind brought the windmill to a halt, and the mercenaries with short white hair raised their hands and clenched their fists and shouted, "No, here we go again!"

The miller, on the other hand, walked towards them with two bottles of wine that had just been fished out of the lake and were still dripping with water.

"Shhhh

The warm wind was accompanied by the aroma of freshly ground wheat, which made her feel like the worms in her stomach were screaming.

Where is the view?

When has this been a view?

The picture flashed by a cold and dark hut, and even the firewood was not burned too much to save it. Somebody seems to be saying that to themselves.

"In our hometown, it's summer—"

"No, that's not real. ”

A voice said that, but it wasn't the same as the one before.

It's ethereal, nowhere to be found, but it hits the softest place in the heart.

"Go home. ”

It says.

"Go home. ”

'Home-' she turned her head, and there was a blur in the distance, followed by a multitude of houses made of wood. Smoke billowed from the chimney above the hut - yes, I'd been playing all morning, and it was time to go back.

It's lunchtime.

Every year when the wheat was harvested, my mother would always make pancakes. The freshly harvested flour pancakes are fresh and delicious, and although they are not as delicate as the maltose added ones that the nobles eat, they will never forget.

She ran.

Ran across the endless sea of wheat fields.

Ran past a field of gently swaying sunflowers.

Ran through the path where the heavenly butterflies danced.

"Squeak-squeak-" She pushed the door open, so loud that it startled the white-haired woman with a side ponytail inside.

She was stunned for a moment, and then a smile on her face was as gentle as the sun and the earth outside.

"What's the matter, are you hungry? ”

"The pancakes are almost ready, just wait a little longer. The woman said.

"My Mira. ”

Tears.

Dropped down.

'I think so much that I believe it's true'

――――

Memories are cold, and since the beginning of the fight, there has never been anything that could be called beautiful.

"Why. ”

He often asked.

"Why am I the only one who has to carry all this? ”

"Why do people who clearly have better conditions than me just enjoy them with peace of mind and take them for granted? ”

"I'm better than them, why should I go through this? ”

Inside the cold tunnel, the condensation of water vapor drips from the ceiling. The undried clothes and even the whole environment exuded a musty smell, and he walked alone.

"It's the right place for an incompetent person like you. The condescending ridicule of men and women was still etched in his heart.

"How incompetent am I, compared to you vulgar people who only know how to have fun all day long!" he retorted hoarsely.

"Where the hell did you come from to sit above the clouds and accuse me!"

"Where did you come from, you have the qualifications to enjoy every day and do nothing!"

He roared, he retorted, his black curls scattered in anger, like a lion.

A defeated and devastated lion.

"The pedigree gives us qualifications. The men and women replied.

"Do you think you can really change everything?" said someone standing behind him, who turned back and roared hysterically, "Did you even betray me!"

"Betrayal?" "Oh hehe-he-" The man laughed, "You overestimate yourself, do you think you're in charge?"

"This ignorance and arrogance really match you very well!"

"You bastard, from the poor countryside of the cold dead, combining with you will only pollute my bloodline. The man continued, "Say anything until death separates us, I am just enjoying your foolishness and arrogance!"

"You don't think she's your own daughter, do you?"

"All damn it. ”

"What did you say?"

"Damn it!!" He turned around and grabbed the man's slender neck.

"Uhhh

"Ahhhhh The resplendent ground and various antique artifacts that have been passed down for thousands of years are all contaminated with blood and dirt, and he continues to kill, laughing insolently as he kills.

Blood splattered everywhere, and they couldn't escape. The women fell to the ground with their legs limp, and they wet their long skirts in fright, and they burst into tears, clasping their hands together and begging for mercy. The men turned around in embarrassment and tried to run away, but slipped and fell on the bloody marble floor.

"Well, this is the feeling of despair that I've been experiencing, and how it feels to have all paid back to you!"

He laughed maniacally and continued to kill, his entire face covered in blood. The hair was curly and glued together, and everything except the eyes had turned blood-red.

"Demon! Demon!"

"You demons of the Northlands!"

They struggled and cursed.

"Yes, exactly—" He raised his broadsword, which he had caught in his first choice of weapon at the age of twelve. Even if he couldn't pick it up at that time, he still didn't give up.

He still remembered the stunned and terrified expressions of the others around him, and he understood what kind of concept this weapon represented, a character who had been so deeply ingrained in their hearts and minds that they still talked about it today.

The character he longed for.

No, the character he wanted to be.

These abominable, hateful, damned traitors.

Being in a high position but not doing anything meaningful for this country, only knowing that he is corrupt and using his identity to exploit loopholes, he is ignorant of the suffering of the people of this entire country.

Hate!

He hated these inactive, indifferent so-called relatives.

Hate!

He hated a country that had achieved so-called ethnic tolerance, but still distinguished people by blood and appearance.

Hate!

He hates.

There is nothing you can do, you can only be at the mercy of others.

"Haa

This sword is his spiritual sustenance, and taking it is like incarnating that legend.

Be happy and revenge, and completely smash everything you can't get used to.

"I'm your new nightmare!"

He waved again and again, while there was no other living creature present besides him.

Abruptly, as if it was another person who had been arrogant before, he stood there again, hesitating for a long time.

Is that my weakness? ’

――――

What is fear.

For most people, this is a deep instinct, the nature of living beings to seek advantages and avoid harm, and it is an imprint that comes from the depths of the soul and cannot be removed.

Dreams are irregular.

It is full of mysteries that cannot be explained in words.

It is these irregular, unspeakable places that create fear.

If everything is understood and everything can be explained clearly, then fear will not arise.

"It's not true, you're not here, I'm not here. Henry stood there and said to the black-haired woman.

"Do you want that?" she asked rhetorically, chuckling.

"Your heart is shaken, Hamilin. The woman called it that, but by an unfamiliar name: "You're in fear, how long have you not experienced this feeling again?"

"Almost forever. Henry replied calmly.

"Oh, that's fresh, though. She smiled and circled around the sage's side, "I really didn't expect that your fears would come true in my form." You know, we used to be best friends, and it's a little chilling that you're like this. ”

“...... Didn't waver, it's really ruthless enough. She paused, her expression grimacing, "Are you guilty of me, no, no, no, how can you feel guilty about anyone when you're alone, oh - yes." ”

"You're not worried about me asking you for compensation, but it's something else. ”

"You've found it, right? She tilted her head and stared at Henry tightly: "That is precious to you." ”

"It's a rare thing. ”

"The invulnerable Hymirin, at last, has his own weaknesses, hahahaha-" Like a madman, the black-haired girl clapped her hands and cried out: "It's called Mira, right, that innocent girl." ”

"Are you worried that I will harm her, this is your weakness, right, you are still living for others, Hamilin, your life is worth this point, right!"

"You're worried about me, as the ghost of your past, and the future you've so hard to find, right! That's why I'm here, isn't it!" she cried, her beautiful face reddened with an air of evil and arrogance, but it made her even more thrillingly beautiful.

"......" Henry was silent for a moment before he raised his head.

"Do you think that's the weakness in my heart?"

There was still a calm in the gray-blue eyes.

"I know you're watching, and if you've spied into my heart, you should know that this trick doesn't work for me. He didn't look at the woman in front of him anymore, but raised his head and said in a steady tone around the entire dark space, "You're just a half-asser after all. ”

"No matter how hard you try to imitate it, you can't compare it to the real thing. ”

"She. Henry raised his hand and pointed at the black-haired red-eyed woman, and said word by word.

"Never say anything like that. ”

“――――”

Like glass, the woman's stiffness shattered in place, and then disappeared completely.

"Is it a newborn? Henry whispered, and then the darkness around him receded, and the light of the campfire shone back beside him. The sage glanced around, and Orno, Margaret, Constantine, Mira, and the Imperial knights and mercenaries were all lying crookedly on the ground, unconscious.

He was the only one standing in place.

Soup bowls and horned cups containing food were scattered to the ground, and the knights in armor with amazing physical defense could not stop the magical attacks mixed in the mist.

That's the terrible thing about magic.

That's the terrible thing about witches.

"Bang-" On the periphery of the flickering firelight, like stars lit up one after another, dozens of pairs of gray-green eyes opened.

"Shhh

Its physique is far stronger than that of other ghouls, and its pointed ears still have the appearance of the race it belonged to.

Then she walked out.

Simple clothes can't hide the bewitching figure, nearly 1.7 meters tall and pointed chin is very in line with the aesthetics of modern people, if Filippo is awake at this time, I am afraid that he will be at a loss again, his face is red and he will stutter.

But what caught Henry's attention the most was her long black hair, which was slightly shorter than Orno's ears but still had a pointed outline.

"At least on the outside, it's really like it. Henry reached for Krammel behind him.

Then he closed his eyes.

"Whew—" The tattoos on the sides of his neck began to glow blue, and the ghouls all cowered at the glow like dogs holding their tails.

"Bang-"

The linen cloth is untied.

Kramer, who had not been unsheathed since coming to the East Coast, shone again in the moonlight and firelight.

"It's a feeling. ”

"It's been a long time. ”