After I regained consciousness, the snow-covered snowfields disappeared.
"Your Majesty!"
I only heard Marquis Villefeld calling elongate instead of the sound of the whirlwind.
The voice was no longer strangely realistic. I had to stay silent for a long ti.
"Sire! Sire! Now that you've called soone, wait a little longer! "
Marquis doesn't even know I'm awake, and he keeps screaming.
I felt like I had a pale face.
I held up my hand against dizziness, for it would be great to leave it as it is.
"Sire! Sire! Tell .. Urban! "
Then he stopped the marquis's mouth.
"It's okay, but I'm not trying to be okay with Marquis. "
Marquis opened his eyes and looked at .
"So stop yelling. It's falling a little. It's ringing my head. "
The marquis nodded and took his hands off him.
"I'm sorry. Suddenly, His Majesty grabbed my heart and stopped being surprised by the groaning..."
The marquis, who was moderately distanced, said to with a relieved, yet still worryless, face.
"All of a sudden, I got a little cranky. I don't think the curse of Magog had any effect. "
"Then it's no big deal. I can't believe the curse of such a horrible object has moved. "
The Marquis drops the shovel again soon.
So I answered him, not so great a problem.
In the first place, running was not a weapon high enough to leave scars on my soul.
As far as I'm concerned, I did.
The problem was that it was an answer that did not take into account the 400 years I had slept.
You may not know it, but those 400 years of running would have consud countless amounts of blood.
To the extent that the sword butterfly that never touched my toes affects .
That didn't change the nature of the turbulence, so the runner only had to cut off dozens of tis and show one illusion.
I recall the visions that the lunar eclipse had shown .
I rember the inside of my head, kneeling in snow-covered snow.
None of the iron armor around the body was intact, and none of the cloaks and garnts had any black marks left.
How long have you been in the snowfield? The snow on your shoulders and over your head is piled up, and the bare flesh between your torn garnts and your armor is frozen blue.
The sa figure as the body frozen in the cold in the middle of winter was still vividly rembered.
Uxin.
Just by stabbing the mory again, the heart ca to rest.
I recalled the pain I felt when the man put a sword in my chest.
"Your Majesty...? "
Had it not been for the Marquis' voice, I would not have been able to escape that fox for a long ti.
"Oh, no. I have sothing to think about for a mont. "
"Are you really okay? "
"She's fine."
Despite how many tis I said fine, Marquis only broke his stubbornness after Gear called the other guy and looked at my body.
"Rember, many people want the Knights of Dawn to rebuild. So am I. "
After a long ti, Marquis left the room and I beca alone again.
I rembered the sight of the snowfield.
I drew a vivid picture of a man with a sword in my chest and his lips twitching.
I looked at the shape of his mouth and moved my lips.
But even though everything was so vivid and strange, the face of the corpse was blurry, it was not easy.
He repeatedly reproduced the shape of his mouth without giving up.
"Dawn. Darkness, sunshine, periter..."
List of fragnted words that do not know their aning.
After countless attempts, Gear was able to complete the first sentence.
"Morning cos between the dawn and the torn darkness...? "
Suddenly a terrible headache occurred as soon as the completed sentence was spit out of his mouth.
I open my mouth as if I was shaking my head with a pitchfork of fire.
I barely even thought about the words I weaved. I wanted my hair to be white.
That's how I had to struggle for a long ti.
When the pain disappeared, my whole body was soaked in sweat.
My body was agitated.
A mistress of pain remained all over her.
His body was full of blood.
Nevertheless,
"Look at this. "
I laughed.
This is all because the situation was overarching.
"It wasn't just a fantasy. "
At first I thought it would be the mory of soone from the poor soul that the lunar eclipse swallowed.
But not now.
Suffering from the dreadful touch of words, the timing was too sophisticated to be a re coincidence.
That's why it's like...
"I don't..."
It seems like sothing unknown is deliberately interfering with your thinking.
In my mind, I recalled a combination of words that I had chewed a little while ago.
The headache started again before I even spit the word out of my mouth.
I wanted my eyes to be white for the pain that seed to burn in my head.
"Morning is coming between the dawn and the torn darkness. "
I struggled with pain and did not stop the combination of words.
"In the glorious sunlight, Erasmus beca without question. "
My tongue twisted like I was drunk.
Everything was telling .
Stop here. Stop here.
Of course I had no intention of doing so.
Rather, the more severe the pain, the more difficult it beca.
"There is no place to stay, night and day. "
Glug.
A nosebleed spills. Sothing bitter rises from the inside.
Beep beep.
I ate the ear. It was just a sharp tinnitus.
The sky is turned upside down, the earth rises.
I didn't even make a distinction whether I stood on the floor or stood on the air.
My body slowly began to fall.
Down, down.
Squirrel.
I heard a deafening sound in my ear.
A cold energy surrounded my body.
Cold war is over.
Until a little while ago, my head seed to burn, and now my body seems to be freezing.
Even then, my body was sinking.
I reached out. I couldn't hold anything. I shook my foot. I didn't touch anything.
All I could do was sink endlessly.
I looked down.
The darkness of the Moose Gang opened its mouth and waited for .
I looked up.
It was like a peek at the world on frozen water beneath a lake in the middle of winter.
I saw my room.
It's where I stayed until a little while ago, and I felt strangely far.
The touch disappeared. I didn't even feel it.
The sense of sll and taste were paralyzed. I couldn't feel the bitter taste or sll that filled my mouth any more.
The world around has faded.
The karma I made, the connection I made. Everything was scattered like an imagination, one or two.
Among the blurred and unclear, I began to distinguish between real and fake.
Then I ca to the conclusion.
I thought I had a dream. I had a pleasant dream while I slept long and long.
I was relieved, and at the sa ti I was wasted.
Murdi laughed at the comfort of a hardened iron, not a mature human body.
I groaned at the senselessness of my body made of cold iron balls.
I was confused.
Whether I'm a human or a sword.
Whether I'm happy or sad.
And at so point the confusion disappeared and there was nothing left.
In a world where I went back so perfectly to nothing,
Morning cos between the torn darkness of dawn
In the glorious sunshine, Erasmus beca without question
I recited it aloud.
The comforting darkness that surrounded turned to stone.
He rushed to , revealing it.
Waguwa-ku.
Darkness and darkness tear my soul to pieces.
There is no place to stay at night or day
Instead of screaming, I kept running my lips.
In the pain that seed to dissipate my soul, I completed the last sentence of Gear.
The dawn just drifts through its boundaries.
That's the mont.
Heh heh.
There was a rift in the world around .
And, uh...
Warr.
It collapsed completely.
Aggravation.
The touch is revived. The sweaty clothes are incredibly turquoise.
Taste and sll have returned. The mouth was filled with blood and the impression was distorted.
"Whoo."
I forcefully spread my face and took a breath of fresh air.
After so many tis and repeated breathing and drinking, the sowhat faint reality returned to its original form.
So the senses of the whole body beca intact, and the senses that I felt a little while ago were more vivid.
I was overwheld.
"I'd rather die than go back to the sword. "
I felt the sensation of my ti as a sword, it was just a matter of challenging it.
Nevertheless, I felt the sa pain as Young Fear.
Being trapped in a lump of iron was much more horrible than I rember.
He grabbed his fist and breathed deeply as he moved.
I enjoyed my sense of humankind for a long ti.
"I don't know which one broke my soul, but it's really bad. "
Then I got angry late.
If I could, I wanted to find the one who imposed the gold on without even knowing it.
Unfortunately, the chances of him being alive were extrely slim.
Now it's older than the biopsy I rember, before the Great War.
I was standing on a woodcutter, holding the sword hanging from one side of the room.
An ancient na engraved on the sword ca into my eyes.
The fact that the na of the sword I got ans dawn, the song I recited is about dawn.
How cunning.
I rembered the man who had put a sword in my chest.
I didn't feel the sa pain a little while ago.
It was just a complicated screening.
"Was it your previous life..."
I believed it was a sword from the beginning, but it might not be true.
I felt like I couldn't make it.
I once again recited an in-house song that I might not have had in my previous life.
Morning cos between the torn darkness of dawn
In the glorious sunshine, Erasmus beca without question
There is no place to stay at night or day
The dawn just drifts through its boundaries.
Solitude, groaning, and unwillingness that were not felt by the sufferings of gold ca late.
My heart was pounding.
The man who put his sword in it hurt so strangely.
I shattered my head.
It didn't matter what I was in the past.
What really mattered was the present and the future, not the past.
And now I have sothing to do right now.
I can see the Great Sword standing in a corner away from my bed.
Stupid devil sword that can't cut a soul called Bear and cut the wrong gold.
I grabbed the runner.
The ominous energy seeps through your fingertips.
"You drank so much blood. "
It slls like blood.
The impression frowned on .
It wasn't just because it slled dark blood. I was not afraid of the blood I caused during my life as a sword.
Nevertheless, I felt very unpleasant.
Most of the blood the lunatic inhales is not soldiers and knights on the battlefield.
"A child, a woman, an old man. "
It belonged to the powerless.
"This is not even a sword. "
It was too bad that the moon even had the na Sword.
This was just a horrible monster.
And I had no intention of leaving useless creatures in the world.
I turned my head.
On one side of the wall, there was still a sack of prestigious swords that coveted my half.
I called out loud and grabbed the body.
He imdiately shook his body and vomited cold.
The air froze in an instant.
"It's al ti. "
The air that was scarcely frozen before the horse was taken out lted.
The coldness that emanated from the smouldering was also gone.
Ooooooooooooo.
He shook.
It's like flirting.
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