Star Slashing Swordsman

"... I didn't think it was time to come, but I bracketed Taka with all the things that wouldn't come until Julius left the village. I say it because I can't even hide it at the earliest, but... it's harassment from the Kingsville people."

He told me to go home, and I had no choice but to accept, but more than a dozen minutes after I got home.

I thought my father had gradually returned, and he had proclaimed it so with a bitter look on his face.

"... Harassment?

"Ah. Let people out or pay more taxes. Those two choices are coming up periodically."

Though a despicable village, this village also pays taxes to the Wang capital. I had the opportunity to hear from Alec, the village chief, several times about that.

So I know, too.

... Perhaps if you refuse that offer, you will be the feather that will make you pay more taxes.

And from my father's graffiti, if I manpower him -- almost certainly, maybe even death.

Send people out knowing they're going to die.

Woohoo, ah. I see.

That's disgusting. If you do that, the village will definitely crack. For example, there is only one option available. Just the option to turn down that offer and pay more taxes. Indeed, it is harassment without further ado.

"Look, Julius." Princess of War "--Vieira Aylberg. Whatever happens to him alone, don't get involved. No kidding, it's like they call him" Reaper. "I hear that even the knights of the offering are mostly dying in a few months and their substitutes are being repositioned in that span"

To too much mortality, my father says it's a rumored level that Vieira Aylberg is killing allies.

"... you know very well, Father"

"... that woman is a nasty one who can make a bad name for herself to such a despicable village. If you find out, forget about today and leave the village tomorrow. I don't think so, but if I get my eyes on you, I'm gonna have to wait for the end of the road."

Though I exchanged all those words, my father says just in case.

... but I knew why.

That woman —— Vieira Aylberg is probably a race that doesn't have an interest in others by the point of despair.

From my first impression, I thought it was like a doll, but perhaps that's never a mistake.

"By the way, what happens if I go with that Vieira?"

So far, I can see and wonder if I'm still thinking about it. My frightened feelings are affixed to my expression, and my blaming gaze is directed.

And a deep sigh that comes late.

"... from here to southwest there is a city called" Minaura ". It is a city roughed up by demons, but at first it is a city.... massive demons regularly appear in the vicinity. And Vieira Aylberg is one of those responsible for the demon crusade in Minaura. … probably used like a rag to crusade demons."

At least until this demon crusade is over.

And most humans cannot live until the end of that demonic crusade.

And, my father says, I wondered.

So how is Vieira Aylberg safe when she says it's something that most humans can't live with?

From what my father said, it's hard to believe that this is the first time she's come to the village.

In addition, if she thought she would only give instructions in the rear, Tsujitsu would fit, but I didn't think she would do it very well, but I couldn't imagine why, having stood up for what I could only call a swordsman from anywhere.

"If I'm wrong, don't make an extra imitation, Julius. Look, I don't want you to die."

I know.

That's why my dad has been telling me to wait two years.

But my greed (...) gets in the way everywhere.

I know by the head.

Even Sophia waits in Wang capital, and my father taught me a lot of things so I wouldn't die.

However, my fever for 'star slaughter' gets in the way everywhere I try to make rational decisions. Be strong. Beyond the wall. Let the limits be broken. That's what you whisper.

Now it's like, I'm crazy about death.

I know that it takes experience and skill that is not always thought possible to form Star Slash. And I learned two years ago that I had to risk my life to get it at all. Hence.

It won't arrive.

Voices that no one knows will ever arrive unless they take the appropriate risks and surrender themselves to the act of fighting through keep whispering to my heart. Keep whispering disgustingly with certainty.

I'm sure this voice won't stop ringing until I say yes.

"... Julius"

Ri, and his father bit his teeth hard.

The reason for this is that I won't reply for long.

Two years ago.

The look on my father's face is unusual because I know he is unwary of standing up to an orga without even having a sword.

... Even if you can't look at me like that, I know it by my head. Because this is just what I deserve.

Admire it on your own.

Be on your own.

Set on your own ideal.

On my own, I was afraid it wouldn't arrive.

I admired the act of 'star slaughter' on my own. I'm just about to be crushed on my own.

On my own, I'm just haunted.

"Yes, no, I know. I know, Dad."

When I was in Auga, I had the clear purpose of helping Sofia. I could have run if I wanted to, but I had reason to stand up to it.

But this time it doesn't.

And, the moment I try to force myself to convince myself, blurring and something covers it all up.

I wonder if that's any reason.

I can hear the devil whispering.

As long as I'm across the street, at least the taxes imposed on the village won't increase.

Dive into the dungeon, like men, toward the king's capital. Oh, that would be happy.

Definitely normal (...) happiness comes. It's just that then "Star Slash" would be another dream of a dream. And the fantasy of hearing it from somewhere makes me laugh.

So I gradually understood.

Sophia was waiting for me, and I wondered if I could go to Vieira because I thought somewhere in my mind I should go. I guess it's because I wanted some kind of wall to go beyond.

The standing wall must be far above its own height. Yes, the voice repeats that Auga would have told me.

"Well, I know."

I even say words that are not convincing.

But my consciousness has always been better suited to the earlier story, not my father.

It's for the village. Consciousness was suited to Vieira Aylberg, who even called herself the "princess of war", with the absolution mark in one hand.