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I have an unexpectedly little memory of my parents. Less than 40% of life. No, itâs worth it to count things before it comes to mind. In the life of the situation continuation which is comparatively not interesting, the polka age was happy to let go and it is a very important memory for me. But itâs short and limited memory. I and my father were nothing but a relationship between a dad and a young child and we couldnât end up with a relationship between the adult me and my old father. I am not particularly unhappy. It is not unusual, however, to say that merchants, carpenters and blacksmith children who are not wealthy cant return to their parents until they are ten years old and so on. But anyway, I didnât see the death of my father and my memories of my parents are completely broken by the day I went on a journey as a 10-year-old.
Thatâs why there is a part of me that sees old man Bonaparte as a father figure. Ah, my dad was gambling addicted, easy to be deceived, a rough loser, a useless man who was beaten by my mom, but also a helper who did everything with bitter laughter. In fact, we donât look the same. However, I feel that I was watching the âafterâ parent-child conversation that I couldnât realize with my father in the conversation with Sir Bonaparte. So I didnât want to believe that he is rebelling. Surely there is something. It is not like him to betray the king, but I donât understand it well and I think there should be something behind it. Of course, I canât do anything, either with my power or position.
It is well understood. But at least Laila and Maia were on my side and with their help, I could just jump anywhere in Trot and if there was a reason to treat me, I could only think of it. If we can meet and talk, he may be able to tell me what this all means. If so, maybe there is more to it than that. Stop giving strange things, or deal with them.
ââŠâŠI want to bet on that possibilityâ
We see the dawn from the Snake Mountains on the right, as we flew over the capital city.
âIt, Itâs coldâŠâŠâ
âBe patient, Apple. Itâs almost daytime, so itâll be a little more comfortableâ
âFrom here there is snow. The temperature itself is still fallingâ
âYouâre not bullying too muchâ
We arenât in a hand-held carriage, but take a flight on Lailaâs back, so we need to endure the cold despite how much we wore.
âBut if you come here, itâs not that farâ
There are towns intermittently between the capital city and the holy place. It is a so-called post town. In the first place, the number of people who make a pilgrimage to the holy place, which is a religious base, never ceases and on the way, there are many small-scale post towns that are blessed by the roadside banks that they drop. There should be the revolting Sword Saint brigade lead by the old man in one of them. Or rather, they declared it on a large scale and start advancing, but arenât sneaky in the process. The advance should be easily confirmed from the sky.
âWhat if we get down to a suitable place and ask the people of that town, they can easily tell us where those guys are nowâŠâŠâ
âItâs a calm or solid opinion for Lailaâ
âHo, hohoho. I am not spending my time with you. I understand that the reason for humanity is understandableâ
I feel a little doubt about Laila who has a strangely white attitude, but I will put it into practice as the opinion itself isnât wrong. Even if the Sword Saint Brigade itself hasnât arrived yet, the speed of rumor transmission can surpass their march. After all, people are moving on the pilgrimage route.
âIf it is the Sword Saint Brigade, they will be around Pastoral by nowâ
âThe third post town from Laika. It is said that they are advancing slowly and deliberately to give time to the weak soldiers to run away and to avoid useless fightingâ
âYou, are you a soldier? Donât you think itâs stupid to do something about the Sword Saint Brigade? It is said that many people fell by the arms of the Great Sword Saints in the past and it is said that the Sword Saint Brigade is still at its heyday. If you do, youâll have to bring your putting from Celesta overnightâ
âHo, the third post town? âŠâŠEh, ah. Thatâs right. âŠâŠUmm, itâs too late to come back after wanting Laika. What is the number of the post town here? How many are there in total?â
ââŠâŠLaila, you are strangeâ
If I think that she has a very strange time, she says something very common sense or something solid.
âDo you know the number, or not?â
âAh, yes. 13 in all, because this is the fifth from the southâŠâŠPastoral is probably five more towns aheadâ
Laila starts flapping her wings fast. âŠâŠUmm. Something is wrong. It seems that someone is putting in wisdom in real time. âŠâŠNo, No way.
In just one hour, Laila jumps over the five post towns and arrives near Pastoral. âŠâŠ There were the figures of citizens who enthusiastically follow along the road as a group of old people slowly marched in the middle.
Old man Bonaparte is also moving forward at the top of the formation. He carries his greatsword on his back while waving with his hands to the cheering citizens and smiling, it feels like a heroâs comfort. Then he stopped the old swordsmen who walked behind him at some point and sat down and started talking on the wayside.
âGood, my beloved Trot people. Ulysses III is an incompetent manâ
âThe king is useless!â
ââŠUmm. The former Sword Saint Brigade was forced to ruin by his mistake of ruling and hundreds of Sword Saints died. I lost my eyes once and half of my body couldnât be moved and I became bedridden. That is Arthur Bonaparte. However King Ulysses still clings to the throne and as a result of his scrambling to keep his own position, there is no shame to the officials of Celesta and he is still taking up most of the royal power while still being âkingâ and continues to reign as it isâ
The old man slowly exposes his strange colored eyes and continue to talk after a nod.
âDo you know, my people of Trot. It is assumed that that man is fine to be a puppet that the officials of Celesta are satisfied with and now he still serves as a king. Even if he does nothing except waving his hand at festivals and pushing the seal such as the King work, he is still called the king. Can the Trot kingdom be under such a king?â
âKill the king! Itâs a revolt!â
These words come from a certain villager. Is it a hired applauder, or an enthusiastic servant who has always been along? But when the old man was satisfied with it, did he swung his fist.
âTake pride! You are the people of the kingdom of swords and the people of Trot who brought up the strongest invincible Sword Saint brigade! I prove! The soul of Trot is still unchanged! Letâs show the guilty of the incapacitated King Ulysses and once again establish the strongest testimony in this northwestern plain!â
âHooray! Long live the Sword Saints!â
âLong live the new king!â
When the old man raises his fist, the people are excited. The old swordsmen stand up again with an energetic face. Besides Sir Bonaparte, four servants handed a giant sword to him. Bonaparte lifts it with one arm and removes the cloth it is wrapped with. What appeared from insideâŠâŠis a large sized blade used by ogres and an intricate, inconspicuous pattern is carved with rainbow light. âŠâŠThat is.
âTskâŠâŠthat man, howâŠâŠâ
Laila clicks her tongue and Selenium is startled. The old man raised that huge sword which isâŠâŠa dragonslayer in front of us. Looking at me, yes, indeed, looking at me, he laughs insultingly, and blow the snow on the ground away with one swing. At that moment, the ground exploded. Dogoooooooonn!!
âThis is the power of a Master Swordsman! The power of the Sword Saint brigade!â
âSomeone who canât be beaten like this!â
People are irresponsible. When the snow that has evaporated and becomes misty is blown off by the wind, it cant be compared to General Lucasâs blowâŠâŠand a wasteland that has been crawled over a length of about several hundred meters appeared.
ââŠâŠI will definitely make the revolt a success! Without fail!â
And while being engulfed by the cheering people, they resumed their slow advance.
Night. We secretly followed the Sword Saint brigade and the old man and entered the next post town. There are a lot of people around, so we arenât bothered with the somewhat suspicious half-elves and dwarves. And when I was going to visit the lodgings of the Sword Saint Brigade from the back of the alley to get a chance to get in touch with the old man, Sir Bonaparte appeared in front of my eyes.
âHey, young man. âŠâŠItâs been a monthâ
âYou saw my daytime speech. It would have been a bold one. Well, the manuscript is left to my subordinates, but I have a good reputation for my speechâ
âThatâs notâŠâŠthatâs not the story!â
I said those words while standing in front of the old man who plays dumb as usual.
âWhat are you going to do? Youâre not the one to do that! If you defeat the kingâŠâŠthere will be no meaning! Itâs not time to break the weak Trot!â
âI donât know where you heard it, but I donât think it would be your assertionâ
When the old man smiled, he turned his eyes to the darkness behind us.
âI will kill King Ulysses. âŠâŠWhat do you do?â
When I look at the darkness behind me with a glimpse of uncleâs intention, I noticed that there was a faint view of people.
ââŠâŠTsk, I got itâŠâŠwhat your aim isâ
Darkness makes the contours stand out and eventually changes to a beautiful woman.
I see. Is that so? The reason why Lailaâs behavior has changed from a while ago is that Dianne advised Laila while hiding in an illusion.
âWhile trying not to let us take the initiative by saying something only to Andy, you expected Andy to move when he hears this rumorâŠâŠso did I catch you?â
âHahaha, itâs not that far awayâ
No way. âŠâŠHe was going to get rid of Diane in this wayâŠâŠ!?
âNow, war god. âŠâŠWe will soon make the capital a battlefield. What do you know about that? Standing in front of usâŠâŠyouâre the only one who got the dragonâs mobility, right?â
ââŠâŠYou mean revenge?â
âYouÂŽre free to take it. âŠâŠOr are you going to do it right now? Itâs not too bad to fight two dragons and the war godâ
It is here that the fight is bad. The opponents are a dragonslayer and a group of Great Saints, although they are declining. It may be possible to kill the old man with a blow now, but that is almost impossible. And it is impossible for only three people to fight against that force.
ââŠâŠWaiting. On the battlefieldâ
The old man turned around. âŠâŠWe had to see him off.
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