The God Slaying Hero and the Seven Covenants

Thick clouds covered the slightly cloudy sky, and the world darkened about the evening when the sun fell, even though it was still daytime. The air is damp and the ambient temperature drops slightly.

Griffin, who was warming his nest on a distant plain, noticed the changes around him and looked up at the sky. Is it a wild inquiry or a blessing of wind spirits (silves)? Anyway, I guess you felt something was happening in the sky.

Check that Griffin's reaction at a distance and gaze at Ami, who is focused a little further away.

Contrary to the darkening world, the golden magic that overflows from its body illuminates its surroundings and feels as if there is only sun in this place. So dazzling (blinking) and warm light.

Furong Ami's magic. The power of the 'Great Demon Mentor' who can strongly inherit the power of the goddess Astraela and even fight the demon gods if it is just a magical shootout.

Miss Francesca and Feirona, who felt the power close to them, do not let their gaze slip away from Ami as they were fascinated. Same user of magic, I guess there's something to feel.

Conversely, me and Mululu, who are almost irrelevant to witchcraft, are dazzling, I can only think of enough. That makes me feel like I have a lot of problems.

"As always, you're amazing magic."

"Right."

Agree with Elmenhilde's voice and take your gaze to the sky.

The thickening clouds seem to be gathering around Ami, and the clouds that were gray are already turning dark black. There is no magic at all. The pressure is even stronger than I can tell, and the grass around me is shaken by the magic running, apart from the wind. Proportionally, the clouds are moving fast, and we have black clouds swirling over our heads.

So, Gow, and. As the world would know, there was a painful thunderbolt that seemed to echo into the back of his belly. Black clouds turned into thunderclouds. I wonder if the black clouds glowed blue and white, so that I can peek at the thin thunder from everywhere.

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If you look closely, Ami's mouth is slight but moving.

We're spinning spells to reveal the magic of lightning strikes. If you're just going to express witchcraft, it's enough to imagine. But in order for the magic to manifest itself more forcefully, broadly, and stably, its imagination needs to be clarified.

'Spells' to help it (imagine). A spell that burned down enough demons to fill the sky, scorched the scales of Fafnir, king of dragons, and even spinned when the demon king shed so much thunder.

You think you're whispering so you can't hear me this way, because you're not entering your world, and that's how you're ashamed to say the spell? Well, I don't even know.

It's enough for both of us to chant a spell out loud or scream the name of a special attack. I mean, I know exactly how embarrassing it is to fight with you. Screaming the name of a Special Attack is very useless in real life. I'm sure you're in the mood, and I don't know that makes you more powerful and powerful to wave swords. It's just that they realize what they're going to do, so it's with revealing what the Special Attack is like.

... Even though I explained that, I didn't listen to you because my temper was important. How tired that wasted effort is.

"What's up?

I just remembered something I didn't like.

"Is something wrong?

"Once upon a time."

Next time I find Kotaro, I still decide on my mind to hit him about a shot and stroke the knife pattern on his hip with my finger.

"That's amazing magic."

Lady Francesca, who came next to me like that, speaks in a flattering manner. My left hand shakes my hair in a magical storm, and my empty right hand holds my skirt. When the weather is nice, you can enjoy the luster of the black stockings that wrap your legs around them.

I don't particularly care about Mululu tying his hair, but Faerona also holds his hair down. Long hair is inconvenient at times like this, I think.

"This kind of magic seems difficult to me"

"Well, it's Ami who's using it."

"Yes."

He looked remorseful, even though it was a light reply. I feel like I know exactly what that look is thinking. I'm not Miss Francesca herself, but... I know how it feels to have a talented young man in front of me who can't help it.

Because I was the same.

I've been jealous of Soichi and the others. The look on Miss Francesca's face, the emotions put on that voice, somehow understands.

"It's okay. There are only things Francesca can do."

"Huh?"

"Ami is Ami. Miss Francesca can't be Ami."

'What do you mean?

"... you ask"

When I sighed, the wind that was shaking my coat (cape) so hard became stronger.

Miss Francesca screams adorably and circles her body. Loosen your mouth to its appearance and move your standing position to become a wall of wind.

"Mululu, don't let the wind fly you."

"It's okay."

Mululu, who says so, was hiding himself in the shadow of a nearby rock with Fayrona.

Should we do the same? When I thought about it like that, Gow, there was a louder thunderbolt than earlier.

"I'll go."

Ami declares.

Arc Griffin hasn't noticed this one, who was wary of the sky.

I can do it.

Yes, I'm sure.

"Miss Francesca, you should take a good look"

"Ha, ha."

"This is the magic that burned down nearly a thousand demons in an instant."

Gow, and. The back of my stomach, my legs are screaming. The moment Miss Francesca couldn't bear to hold my coat (cape), the world was engulfed in light.

Light so intense that it's going to be so illusory and so explosive that the tympanic membrane is going to tear. The impact penetrates the core of the body, causing a sense of equilibrium to twist for a moment but completely. Are you standing or falling down now? I don't even know that. I can't keep my eyes open to too much glare. Cover your eyes with your right hand. Yes, use your left hand to support Miss Francesca, who is holding me back.

The shock to the point of paralysis is momentary. Eyes glare (kura) Instead which light quickly subsides, slapping the silly ear several times with a roar. That's all, I almost got dizzy.

It didn't feel right back, but it still managed to withstand without falling. So much shock. Instead of a direct hit, it's damaged to say that this is all the distance away. That's Ami's magic. Even though we're still far from serious, we're going to be damaged. If it had been a little closer, we would have been in danger by earlier sorcery.

"Les, nj...... ma'am?

"I'm here. Looks like you're okay."

The coat (cape) is strongly pulled. Reply to the kind of trick you're looking for me with a little effort to the arm you were holding in your arms so that you wouldn't fall.

Then something cold hit my cheek. When you understand that's rain, it starts falling hard as soon as possible. The thunder fell, so what's next is the natural flow? Rain shelter somewhere before it gets cold...

"Mr. Lotus, I'm coming."

Ami raved her voice so hard that she couldn't beat the storm.

"Ermenhilde."

Moments hold a long sword made of the magic of Ermenhilde by whipping it successfully onto a powerless limb.

And at the same time, rock walls appear in front of us. Shortly afterwards, the rock walls burst violently. Even though it is a strong wall that Ami would have built, it can be cracked with a single impact.

Only one enemy can think of on this occasion carrying out such a powerful attack.

"Lady Francesca, to the Faeronas -"

Go, before I do, I felt my gaze.

Point your gaze over the rock wall. There, there he is.

Three turns is bigger than a regular griffin. I didn't know it in the long run - it's huge enough that I've never seen it before. Probably living quite a few years. Those eyes caught me without being distracted, and if I were to do a few things, they would come straight down from the rock wall and attack me. Her throat rings low and her eyes open.

Angry. I felt it on my skin rather than understanding it.

To what?

- He tried to kill us, to us.

"Range."

"Chip!"

You were swallowed by that intimidation, freedom returns to the body that was facing Griffin like a fool. Returning to sanity with Elmen Hilde's voice, she flies back with Miss Francesca in her left arm. There was an adorable scream that didn't resemble this occasion, but ignore it.

Shortly afterwards, Griffin stepped down to where we were. You probably don't care that it's raining because of the wind junction that covers Griffin's perimeter. Normally, the line that should be invisible can be seen by the rain. That windy wall shifts away the light flying tools like arrows.

Again, it's really huge. Just the body part, I wonder if it's the same as or bigger than an ogre. The intimidation emanating from the spread of wings to intimidate reminds me of feelings I had when I was relative to Fafnir, king of dragons.

You'll never win, he said.

Griffin. A kind of warcraft. Even so, Griffin in front of me had enough presence to make me think so.

Eyes and eyes. There, a definite will is felt. Firm will and emotions, separate from anger emotions. You think we're more than just enemies?

Slow motion distracts its gaze. It's right behind me. Probably Ami's. After a while, it moves again. The Faeronas are next.

"Ren -"

"Quiet. Don't talk."

Ermenhilde silences Miss Francesca, who tried to call me. Even trivially, I didn't want to stimulate this griffin right now.

In that time, think. How could this Griffin be alive?

Ami did thunder. Though unintentional, it's magic that even surprised Fafnir. No matter how long you live Griffin, it shouldn't be something the Warcraft can stand.

But now Griffin, who was supposed to be after him, is alive. There are two things I can think of. Was this griffin lightning resistant, or did it somehow disable lightning?

And there are three things to know. This guy survived Ami's sorcery. Ami can't seriously use magic when she gets so close. And.

"Mululu, stay with Ami and Miss Francesca."

It means we have to deal with this guy.

Release Miss Francesca, who was holding her to shelter with her left arm, to the ground and rush to Arc Griffin with all her might. You knew it was coming, and there were no shards of upset over there.

The head turned this way, and I could see the force caged in the limbs so that I could get up. Grab a strong sword in your right hand ready to be intercepted. Fayrona releases an arrow to cover my approach, but it still deviates in the invisible wind junction - The Curse of Arrow Removal (Seriously).

My right leg is shaken up. The timing is perfect. If you stick it in like this, you'll be trampled with no room for resistance.

With two steps left, I think desperately. Enemy enough to withstand Ami's magic. It would even be suspicious if I could get wounded in the present situation. To defeat it, Ami needs to use real magic.

I know Ami's serious. If he really uses witchcraft, this whole area will be a burning field. When that happens, I can easily imagine where we're going to get rid of the charcoal together.

"Let's go, Elmen Hilde!

"What are you going to do!?

Running into Griffin's room, his right leg is swinging down at the same time. Discard what you receive from your thoughts and focus on avoiding it. Concentrate. Think.

Watch Griffin's movements so much that the core of his head hurts, he decides it's inevitable. Even if you see an attack, your body can't react. Rather than that, the response is dull due to the shock of an earlier lightning strike. Shortly before the right foot hits, the swing of the baseball is appropriate, and the right foot is struck off with a well-shaken sword.

I hold my sword with both hands, and my arms are paralyzed even though it was full force, and the divine sword flies in the direction of the day after tomorrow.

Still, he succeeded in deflecting the attack on his right foot - but was beaten out of sight with his left foot, which reacted immediately. He is about to be blown away without being able to withstand the shock that makes him want to suspect that his right arm may have broken, but refuses to distance himself by stabbing the knife of the dragonbone that he pulled out immediately to the ground. It's a state where the body reacted more than thought. When I looked at that left leg, something was wrapped around it. The grassroots. Ami must have pulled a thousand pieces to thwart the attack. So this is all the power, so I wonder what would have happened if it had been a direct hit.

He immediately stood up and hugged Griffin's body, ignoring the thought of complaining of dizziness (dizziness) and nausea with just one blow. I feel my right two arms have a burning fever, not pain, but now I ignore them. If you care about that, you won't be able to care about it at the next moment.

I can't stand shaped vibrations. Grab stiffer body hair with both arms than it looks and don't let it drop. I didn't have time to put the knife in the sheath, so it's proof that I'm desperate to put it in my mouth. When I push my head against my hair, it smells like a beast.

Cover me.

Elmen Hilde gives instructions to everyone instead of me, who can't speak out because I'm holding a knife.

At the same time, Griffin rumbles out to shake me off. It was only for a moment that I tried to drop it on impact by spreading wings and kicking the ground. Over the past few years, I've felt Griffin trying to blow me away with magic.

Preparing for that impact goes hand in hand with Griffin's resistance stopping. In the meantime, I succeed in riding on its back with all my strength enough to pull a thousand hairs. So I finally realize that Griffin's limbs are captured by grassroots stretched from the ground. Ami and Miss Francesca would be, but the roots were pulled in an instant by force.

"So, what do we do?

What should I do? It would be nice if Griffin's back was crossed like riding a horse, but what's wrong with it? Behavior with the cheap idea that you wouldn't get an attack on your back, but when this happens, you'll be reminded of yourself without a decision hit this time.

Pull out the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword by delivering the knife of the tortoise to the sheath. And I stuck my best to Griffin's back.

In experience, I thought stabbing it to the root would get it to the heart - but before that, the sword didn't stab it.

It should also be the feeling of pointing to something like stiff rubber. I couldn't break through my tough skin. Damn, I'm going to cry over my weakness.

While you're at it, Griffin, who's released the restraint, moves out. What a strange feeling it is to say that it resembles what it feels like to be on a horse. Looks like you've decided I can't do anything on my back, and the target is moving to Fayrona, who covered me earlier with an arrow, not me.

What's moving slowly is you think we don't have the means to resist?

"Range, I think I can do something!

"Don't make it easy for me."

Faerona says as she shoots an arrow to restrain Griffin.

Really. I'm sorry about the guys who don't have decision-makers, at all. Yeah, talking to myself, looking down at Griffin moving around with me on.

"Don't lick me, fucking bird"

Throw down the Spirit Silver (Mithril) sword and pull the dragonbone knife out of its sheath and hold it in your left hand. On your right hand, manifest the dagger with the magic of Ermenhilde. The colour of the corpse is the same silver colour, with the jade line running. There are two constraints that are being liberated.

Confirming that, he swung the two knives backwards to its back with all his might.

Moment after moment, Griffin's back turned back like hissing.

If you don't have enough strength, the sharp battle is next. The two knives who win the battle break their tough skin and pierce their backs. But only a little overflowing blood. Not so deeply stabbed is still my lack of arm strength.

He runs out to shake me off again, but now he can stomp with a knife that sticks up his back.

Griffin, who rambles to drop me stomping, runs around ignoring Amida's restraints and Faerona's arrows. As a result, Amida and I will not be the only ones in a position to restrain her, but I suppose you thought that would not reveal her. Besides, I spread my wings.

"Shit."

Understand what you do, try to push your whole body against your beast-smelling back to stabilize your posture and put your strength into both hands holding the knife. My right two arms developed dull pain, but I endure eating up my teeth.

At the next moment, I felt a flash of flotation and closed my eyes only for a few moments.

And when you open your eyes, you can tell - the earth you love is far under your eyes. It's flying.

"Okay. Unfortunately, you're on schedule."

'... is that true?

Elmen Hilde makes a frivolous voice.

Well, if I were in the same position, I'd turn to the same words. I just want to make an excuse that I was going to let this Griffin fly into the air somehow, but I wasn't going to fly with him either.

"If it were empty, Ami would really be able to use magic."

"I see."

Didn't you really notice? Exhale as you put your strength into the hand holding the knife.

I don't know, that's good. It's all right.

"So, how do you get off?

"I don't know what to do."

"Just give me a break about this nasty way of dying."

"Don't tell me you're not going down or anything. This one's desperate."

'I know, but... I'm glad you take care of yourself a little more'

"Usually in the habit of acting like a hero."

'That's right, but this is gonna be something different'

I was stunned.

Yeah. Again, if I'm in the same position, I'll turn to the same words.

I think I'm going to jump like this, but no one's going to be able to take me for a member right now. Ami is supposed to be guessing our intentions because she's smart, so she'll be getting ready for magic. Do you want Faerona or Miss Francesca to use magic that can take me down?

It will be a bump production, but I think that's the only way.

I don't really have good memories of flying. I had flown with Anastasia before, but I still remembered that I was about to fall. It's a bad memory.

How can unpleasant memories be clearly remembered? And again today, we have one more bad memory.

The moment I thought about it, Griffin turned me upside down in the air trying to shake me off. I was surprised because I didn't think the bird could fly in this position, and the motion of holding it to my back was delayed for a moment. Moreover, the pain in my right arm increases, and I get to support my body with one left arm.

I can desperately focus on my left arm as I almost feel the fear of being thrown into the air. I know it's turned upside down by the power of the Wind Spirit (Sylph), but birds - the nature of the wings should make it impossible to do so sooner or later.

The idea seemed right, and I'll be right back in position. When I rush across to my back, I now use my whole body to hug Griffin, without alarm, without shame or outside hearing.

'... So, are you okay?

"You look okay, motherfucker"

Instead of the heart rattling, I desperately set my breath disturbed in an instant, feeling so terrified that I could feel a cold sweat coming out of my whole body.

Probably again...... no, you should repeat it until I fall. - I'm going to cry just thinking so.

"Because I will never fly again."

"I think he said the same thing before."

Ugh.

"But there's something I can do in this situation..."

"Thoughts -"

Ru, faster than that. Once again Griffin turned upside down in the air. Now there was nothing to panic about just being prepared, but there was still a limit to stomping, and the lower body was thrown into the sky.

And as I turned my gaze to the side, I saw another Griffin coming this way.

"- Huh!?

I don't have a voice.

All I can think of is the amazement of whether this one was alive, and the unpleasant future that's going to happen.

Get your hands off the knife that was supporting your body immediately. I feel floating right after me and my throat is so cramped that I can't even zero screams.

"Elmen Hilde!!

Twist down the fear of falling with temper and imagine the weapon of God's killing (Ermenhilde) in your left hand. The shape is well stiffened and long - the whip.

Immediately wave your left arm and tangle the whip to the foot of the other griffin, separate from the arc griffin. I spared death from falling, but I can't get down to the ground after all. Plus, I'm out of the arc griffin junction, so it gets a lot wet in an instant. Cold rain cools the body, but instead tightens the mind.

The arc griffin is swirling heavily at me, which is nothing but a good (mato) float in the universe.

Coming.

I'm not ready, but I'm not giving up. As he prepared to shake his body wide and avoid the assault, his vision was painted white.

Lightning from lightning strikes. I left Ark Griffin, so there's no reason for Ami to hesitate. Thunder strikes dropped by accident dye vision white.

"Damn."

Poison, pass the whip with your eyes blinding and ascend towards Griffin.

A blinding moment. I did see it.

The wind junction, which could only be done to the extent that it would have missed the arrows, had missed the thunderstorm. I'm not familiar with chemistry, so I don't know if I can do that. But anyway, that Griffin can deflect a thunderbolt. Powerful magic so far. And I don't think you understand the principle of thunder, but do you think you instinctively understand how to get thunder out of the way?

Arch Griffin will pass where I was just now. Confirm with a vision that has not completely recovered. And that would be the same over there. Thunder strikes can't be missed, even to that light.

Even the first time he looked down at me, he probably didn't attack me because he was blinded.

Even so, there's nothing I can do about it now.

After two shots, did Ami realize that the lightning strike would not work on Arc Griffin?

"Ermenhilde, is your voice hard to reach Ami?

"Sorry, it's too far away"

Then there's nothing I can do. You believe in Amida, and I'll think about surviving.

You can't die here. Return to earth alive.... just me, and I'm going to cry to a reality that's more difficult.

Finish up the whip and grab Griffin's leg. But Griffin doesn't seem to like me grabbing his leg either, and he suddenly rumbles and tries to shake it off.

"Shit."

One tongue punch, the whip becomes a jade magic and fogs. Instead, hang the dagger out of the sheath on the back of your hips, sticking it against Griffin's leg.

I have not managed to free myself from the fear of falling... but there will be no sudden falls when I dare not. Arc Griffin, whose vision would have been restored, is coming towards me that defenseless.

Besides, now it looks like there are some invisible spheres floating around it that play rain. Wind bullets. I can also see a sole that I don't normally see, now that it's raining.

- I can't avoid it satisfactorily in the present situation because I can see it.

"Coming."

"I know."

Yelling back at Elmen Hilde and thinking about what to do. Think. Think - there's nothing you can do about it, take it like this.

Keep your gaze down - point to the ground. It's not deep down there, but there's a forest full of tall trees. Still expensive, but I wouldn't be able to say luxury. If you stay like this, you'll be sniped by a bullet in the wind.

If you're going to fall, I'm tempted to say how much better it would be if you decided to fall on your own. I am very anxious that the leaves are not growing because it is winter, but there is nothing I can do.

"Range."

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Shortly after breathing heavily trying to take a deep breath, Elmenhilde's voice. Half-hearted, he threw himself into the sky.

Heavy rain and wind slap me. Is it supposed to be cold rain but you feel good because your body is on fire next to the fear of death? It feels good - I can think.

Two griffins are coming after me falling.

Fast. It's like two meteorites. I've never seen a meteorite fall.

"Come -"

A jade light gathers on your left hand to shape your bow. Core is jade, decoration is gold. What it looks like is back-to-back, qualitative construction. Grasp that bow firmly, arguably practical, and pull the string with your right hand.

What stands out is the jade arrow. Set your aim as you fall from the sky to the ground. I feel the ground (death) looming over my back, but never in a hurry. The best thing to do in this situation is to rush off target.

It's all right.

"Range"

"Oh."

The voice was calm. Do you believe me, or do you not think you will die in this place?

It's all right.

I can do it.

... us.

You're gonna die. In this place.

Promised. Live, go home, when you point to chess.

I keep my promises. Now is the time. Absolutely...... keep your word.

- Give me a hand. Elmen Hilde - Elle.

Towards the arc griffin, release the arrow. A slice of light rips through the dim sky. The jade arrow is deflected by the Curse of the Arrow, but the other Griffin, who was ahead of the deviation, was shot through the head of the stallion (male), which would be the turn of the arc griffin.

For a moment, Arc Griffin stops moving. I see a stallion flipping in the air and falling powerless. Distracted. From me and - from Ami.

The arc griffin, whose movement stopped, was crushed by stone spears so enormous that it did not mean to do so, such as the Curse of Arrow Removal. It is crushed. Splashes apart into pieces of flesh, as if even in a car accident. Turning his gaze towards those whose stone spears flew in, three giant magic formations of gold. I could see them lining up as if they were cannons.

I also fell off my back when I saw the demon squares become a golden magic light and misty.

Eat up your teeth, round your body, and scatter as much shock as you can. He was held by something soft where he fell to the ground, devouring his teeth by the pain of being slapped into a thin, bare branch.

The coat (cape) protected by the wind spirits (silf) seems to have weakened the momentum to some extent, but even the word water on the baking stone is temperate. He moves without even being able to groan at the impact of his body falling apart.

"Glad you're safe."

The voice is the voice of a fellow I'm used to hearing. Opening his thin eyes, he would be holding me, Mululu's face right beside him.

Turning your gaze around, you can see in the fragment position that it is a little far from the tree where I would have fallen, unbroken branches.

Probably picked me up in the air while I was falling. I think it's a unique way to help the light-hearted Mululu. Because if I had been slapped on the hard ground like that, I wouldn't have been safe no matter how many wind spirit (silf) coats I had.

"Bu... bu ji, to. See, ru...?

"Alive."

That's what I said, I narrow my eyes and laugh. It won't be my fault that you seem like you're smiling relieved somewhere.

Look at that smile, and I'll pull the power out of my body, too.

"Sure, you're right."

"I think I'm gonna cry, you know... I'd love to."

Trying to move slightly, it causes your body to cramp into general pain. But pain means being alive.

But.

"It's kind of weird that you're holding me."

"Really?"

Whatever, Mululu is a fifteen-year-old girl with an older appearance.

Twenty-eight...... the only time a man about to be twenty-nine is being held by such a girl would be to say surly.

Ask Mululu to lower himself and lower his back to keep his back to a tree that was nearby. So finally, I took a breath.

"The sky is already a punishment"

"Yeah. If it's empty, I can't go help"

"I'm scared when I fall."

"... seemed a little fun"

Give me a break.

I can't faint because of the pain, and I wait for the Francesca ladies to pick me up. It would be nice for Mululu to hold him and return, but that would make him embarrassed and unable to walk the boulevards of the commercial city (Merdiole) any longer.

The body, which had previously been lit by the aftermath of the battle, is also now wet and cold in the rain. Nor would it be my fault to feel more pain in my body.

Both hands and legs move, as far as I can feel, but it doesn't mean that the body and pain are hard to breathe, even if it's terrible. The bones won't be broken.

Self-judgment, but are you lucky to have done so much to say you fell out of the sky?

"Mm."

Mululu's wet ears move pimply at the same time as Ermenhilde notices the signs. So I finally noticed the sound of someone walking in as I stepped on the grass.

When you look up, these are also the Faeronas wet in the rain.

"Hey."

"Totally. Don't worry more about watching"

"There's no excuse"

In the first place, I wasn't going to fly.

"For a while, I don't want to fly"

"Are you going to fly again?

One more time.

To cross the Arbenelm continent, we need Fafnir to carry it. I mean, at least one more time... considering I'm going home, do I have to fly in the sky twice more?

Just thinking makes me depressed. Sachitaro also has the means to carry it with metastatic magic, but I'm afraid because I don't know the principle of metastasis (warp). I don't want to use it if I can. Than metastases...... either.

Let's go home.

"Once you've finished the nest."

"... you did"

I'd like to go home and sleep in the inn bed.

Standing up with Faerona's hand, he walks out with his shoulder borrowed intact. Miss Francesca helps me stand looking worried.

"Lady Francesca, you've done your best."

"I don't know if Range would say that."

"Really."

I groan in pain, trying to clasp my shoulders at my usual rate.

"Also, I've been helped"

"Never mind. I didn't mean to help you."

When I say that, I look up at this one with a strange face. I couldn't clap my shoulders, but I'd be able to laugh enough.... I hope it's not a convulsing grin.

"As far as I'm concerned, we fought together."

"Hehe. Yes...... Yes"

"Right. There was a lot of strain on the range."

"I don't think so."

Now, I'm going to let Faerona do her best. This guy's going to move around better than me.

Slightly, but with a grin on everyone's face.

I like that. It's easier for everyone to laugh than to worry.

"Mr. Lotus."

On his empty right hand, Ami's hand was overlaid.

I'm shaking because it's cold... I guess not.

"Thank you, Ami. Thanks."

My whole body hurts, but I ignore that pain and laugh.

Truth is, an adult, or a man, is a spectacle. Because no matter how painful it hurts, you try to laugh patiently.

Look at me like that... after sighing, Ami laughed at me too.