Chapter 543

Chapter 543: Brave Choice 2

“Wait, Naia. What are you talking about?”

I get up in a boulder feeling like porn.

Naia was still naked, too, but I felt like going somewhere to do the rest.

Go to the royal palace. I mean, go to the liner.

Giving yourself to a liner who is likely to have distant grudges against Naia means that you can be killed after all the humiliation from it.

“So are you going to atone for your sins? Don’t think stupid. You think Faria let you survive until she sacrificed herself for something like that.”

…………

Naia shakes her head quietly.

“I don’t think so anymore”

“Then!”

“But we have limits. Me, Brian, and the four Smythsons… together, we can’t carry everything intact. We’re not the only ones, if the liners today care about that, they won’t have enemies in the Northwest Plains or the countries on the Central Lake. That’s all there is to it, the power of the brave and the authority over a dozen dragons.”

“………………”

“You would understand. If you’ve touched so many strong men and so many dragons”

… It was a fact.

Liner’s army of dragons. It’s a force that doesn’t compete where people have worked so hard individually.

A dragon can destroy one country if only one person cares about it. People have no means to reach for their ability to fly, and the ravages caused by dragon braces can only be unilateral killings.

If that’s one head, there’s still no chance of conquest. That possibility is the Great Sword Saints and Master Nights, the Dragon Slayer.

But there are a dozen of them, and no matter how many dragon slayers they align, I don’t see humanity winning.

Even the dragon slayer just doesn’t necessarily work special for the dragon, it doesn’t mean you can definitely defeat it if you don’t even strike it by accident.

And if even one of you abandoned the melee, that’s it. There are limits to convenient assumptions as well.

We connect our minds with Mr. Deane as long as he returns… but Naia analyzes his hopes in cold blood.

“Deane Hundred Chiefs may indeed be battle geniuses. But I don’t think I can beat the liner even if I gather all the gear I can and bring all the warriors I can find to get here…. and the last hope or gain of being able to contain the dragon is Mr. Smythson himself… can you continue to control the dragons with your power? Can you seal the liner motion?

“Naia.”

“Please don’t deceive me with those words, like I’ll try and figure it out…. That’s what the liner is after. Nothing should just be a matter of personal grievances to take me away from you. You’re creating a situation where you can’t help but move a cannon. If you, the dragon rider, face your teeth and crush them with dignity, the troubles in the silver dragon will be calmed.”

Naia remained naked, but works insights deeper than Tess, and conveys them with a careful and serious look.

I guess you’ve been thinking behind it, waiting for me to hold you tight and your tears to dry up.

I was beginning to connect, all meaning.

“I deliberately expired my spare time to convince the Silver Dragons. And let you ponder, and let you slacken… it will also be to make you head for a confrontation with the liners themselves at your discretion. Forced to crush you, you may not qualify as a dragon rider, but if you face a liner from you, there’s no reason why the liner is irresistible.”

“… then it’s like you’re saying it’s blocked in all directions”

“It’s cruel, but it is. Ignore the end of the country and such stories and simply focus on the part called liner overthrow… if you die, it will be almost completely impossible”

…………

I want to argue, but the words don’t come out.

I knew I needed it, but that also meant… I should never be impotent based on aspirations or dreams.

That’s why they use me for taking care of Naia.

Without abandoning Naia, victory as a whole would be impossible and I would die, too. If you abandon Naia, you’ll also lose a lot of ground in me for saving Carlwin.

The deadline is approaching, even to speak of irresponsible hope. There is no way I can assure you that Mr. Deane will be here in the next six days, and I can’t believe that more and that Mr. Deane is equipped with as much fighting power as he can control the liner… in his desire to believe, but realistically, he also knows he won’t leave the realm of paranoia.

“… it will be enough if you and everyone in the craftsman village survive. After that…… for you who wanted to get me as a female slave, though it may turn out to be a story that I see nothing in return…. If I could, I would ask you not to abandon my dear compatriots”

“… that can’t be good. Ugh…”

“Right…. but there are times when you have to throw away something you shouldn’t even throw away. There are times when you have to commit a sin you didn’t want to carry…”

Naia says as she looks sideways at just a few flashing swords in cape.

Naia, too, abandoned Faria. I had to abandon it.

─ ─ A brave man. Protecting someone and dying is a profession. You know, Naia, one day you’re gonna die protecting someone too.

… I’m sure Faria’s words that will keep Naia alive and tied up until now are very resentful.

I can’t wait to deny it all when I wonder if that’s convincing Naia.

But I don’t… I can’t say anything.

The inevitable is imminent. There’s nothing you can do to make Naia turn her mind upside down and get lost.

But I wanted to think there must be some salvation.

I was suddenly told that I couldn’t do it now, and I was convinced that yes it was, and I couldn’t give up.

“Flashing sword! Don’t shut up. Say something. Say something!

Yelling at the flashing sword like eight hits.

After a few seconds of silence, the flashing sword says.

“… what do you want from this sword other than the facts”

“You! I thought you wanted to save Naia!

“I think. But what can I do?”

…………

“It’s not God or anything like that. It’s not even possible to act. I will dwell in the sword. That’s all. … in all times, it is the sword-wielder, not the sword, who can change something in man’s world”

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“Running away… now!

“… I don’t mind if you take that. I can only think and talk. And the conclusion is the same as Naia’s. … I can’t think of a way to save Naia”

To the flashing sword I told him to roar low, Naia gently.

“If it’s a conclusion you’ve thought about, too, it’s enough. … if I may, to the next brave man… to be connected to the will of someone who tries to save this country”

“… I understand”

The sword and the brave cut the words to say goodbye.

And Naia slowly tries to wrap her clothes around her.

“… wait”

“… what is it”

I’ll grab Naia’s arm and stop.

And then again hug Naia, who is not yet dressed.

That would have looked like a lifetime goodbye. Like the last consolation.

But I prayed for Naia, who gave herself up without strength, as if she were a holy mark.

I want to save this girl.

I want to make you happy.

I want a miracle.

Is that wrong?

Somebody. Somebody.

The faces of all sorts of people float. From the superior beings who are just worthy of prayer, such as the statues of the goddesses of the Church, the Holy Beasts, to those who are only familiar, but now out of reach.

They all urge me to give up, even if they affirm my wish.

If that’s Chief Duke’s reasoning, I guess it’s the weakness in me.

I’m trying to realize I can’t save you. That’s what I’m trying to take shape in my prayers.

And at the end of the day, my father’s face floated.

Dad, I…

My father, in his heart, stared at me praying and opened his mouth.

Open your eyes.

“… Naia”

“Yes.”

“Cooperate…. I don’t have time”

“Huh?”

“And a flashing sword…. Ask Tetes and Maia, and everyone in the craftsman village, to cooperate”

“… hey, what…”

I get up.

That’s right.

I haven’t done anything yet.

There’s still something I can do.

(cont ‘d)