Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Hahahahaha..... Hahahahaha....
　A surprised expression on his face, Roe 2 laughed for a moment as if he were bobbing his body, and then softly patted Minori on the head.
"Is that your answer on this battlefield?
In this war, that's the answer.
　The eyes behind the round glasses narrowed softly.
'Even if it doesn't change everything?'
It means you can change parts of it.
　The words of the question echoed encouragingly.
'At this time when Touya is cowering?'
'I'm just taking a break. I'll be up in a minute.
　Warmth rose gently to Minori's cheeks as well.
'Maybe Minori's words won't reach you.
But I'm here with you.
　Some important choice had been made. It wasn't that Roe 2 showed him a choice and Minori had to choose. Roe 2 was the maid of honor for the answer that Minori had carved out from within herself. Like when he decided to protect Choshi, like when he decided to serve as the rear guard of the Balance Festival, the decision came from deep within Minori and dyed Minori.
　Minori's chest trembled at the prospect of change. That premonition wasn't a vague assumption, but a false one that changed Minori and changed the world. As he had experienced before, the battlefield changed its hue from under his feet. In the midst of the rapidly repainting vision, Minori looked at Roe 2.
　Roe 2's graciousness was put away deep within Minori.
　It mingled with Shiroe's words in Minori's mind and became the root of a new great tree. It was clear to Minori.

'I've heard your request,'
Yes, sir.
Yeah. Good, Minori. Good. I'm your big sister.
Yes!
Summoned.
　Roe 2, regressing into the sunset, waved his arms carelessly and a powerful magic circle appeared.
　Roe 2 rushed to the scene, astride a faded pale horse, and reached out to Minori, who grabbed it, enjoying the coolness of the horse's touch.
　Minori clings to Roe 2 in surprise, feeling the vigorous movement of the strong thoroughbred.
'Indeed. I guess I've been overlooked. We have a duty to be the first to go. It's very uncool to shake off your hand.
　With a powerful hoofbeat, the pallid horse galloped through the air.
　Minori was taken aback by the true ability of the horse, which she never showed when she was pulling the carriage, and was unable to open her mouth.
You will not abandon your sister. Let's internalize that pact (rule). I'm probably the first person to stand beside you, the 'wake species'. I didn't expect this to happen, but I feel pretty good about it.
　Minori let all of those words sink into her mind.
　Unfortunately, I don't know the meaning of them one bit.
　But every word was some important piece of it.
　Minori set himself the task of delivering it to Shiroe without anyone telling him. Now Minori was in a special world that had been reborn, and in this world, encounters were an important part of the mystery and had a special meaning there. Touya's grief and pain was still painfully felt, but Minori's heart leapt at the prospect of a storm that would blow them away.
'The larger the elemental cluster, the more stable but deterministic the behavior of the elemental set (elemental cluster) becomes. Countries, planets, and bridges behave the same way. And so the little pieces fall away.
　The pallid horse jumped off the falling iron pillar without taking a detour.
It's not a bad thing," he said, "but everyone deserves to be happy. It's natural for everyone to want to be happy. --But it's also a source of sorrow. Like Arv, who once shook off his neighbor's hand in the history of Seldesia. Like the man who destroyed Arv, in the history of Seldesia, who shook off his neighbor's hand. The fallacy is synthesized and grows to a size beyond the control of the individual and destroys the world.
　Roe2's words were soft, but they seemed to have an emptiness behind them that was beyond compare. It sounded like talking about a failed past, like the legends of a ruined history.

'Don't you see?'
　Minori nodded at Roe 2's back.
　He didn't want to say he understood.
''Your language is an inconvenient one. These restrictive protocols are limiting the thinking engine, the Inference Engine, to its upper limits. You can't even organize a cloud properly, and you're losing a lot of money doing it. You don't even have a method to expand the set in a stable manner. Do you live in this unreasonable solitude, like in the stone age?　It's a mess. It's not looking good.
　I didn't sound like I was blaming him. Nor was it pity. There was just understanding and sympathy.
　Minori squeezed her cloak, which fluttered in the wind.
But the empathic child (empathy) can be understood. We've been suffering from a shortage of resources, so much so that we don't even know what we're doing. Isn't that what you guys do?　This.

　A huge explosion of flame went up.
　This was probably a suicide attack by the Phoenix. In the midst of the swirling flames, the pallid horse rushed in a straight line. When he arrived there, Minori finally got a better view of his surroundings. There was a struggle. Everywhere it was, it was there.
　Roe 2 controlled the summoned horse and with a skillful run, defeated the 〈Steel Tailed Dragon〉(Wyvern) and the 〈Squire of the Dark Spirit〉. He showed the ability of a 90-level adventurer.
　Minori cast the Luojian Barrier.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.
　While busy with the fast-changing landscape and battlefield, Minori came to a strange conclusion.
　What Minori now unleashed were countless barrier spells. They are barriers to stop HP loss and are the core of the heal work in the Kanagi. They are one of the main spell systems that construct combat.
　Minori wanted it to be something other than a means of conflict.
　For the Daichijin running away from the flames, it's the water of dry times, a life-saving possibility. For the Odyssey Knights of the Odyssey, wielding their swords like madmen, it was a small reminder of the preciousness of their bodies.
　All of these are Minori's hopes (ego) to save lives and end this place. Hopefully, that ego will become a prayer, Minori continued to put up the Misuse Barrier for as long as the re-cast time.
　The confusion on the battlefield seemed to have no end.
　Several times, he saw Serara and Touya. The two of them were also fighting.
　In the midst of the dizzying melee, Minori almost caught hold of something strange. It was the 《Full Control Combat》 《Full Control Encounter》 that he had heard about from Shiroe and had been following for a long time, but it was something that was partly an extension of that. The father and son of the Daichijin, who repeatedly expressed their gratitude and fled, and the knights who knelt down as if their strength was exhausted, were not Minori's friends, but they were friends who shared this place now.
　It was as if Minori heard their unvoiced voices in a spiritual world that was neither predictable nor cloudy, as Shiroe had shown him several times. It was a voice of disgust for this space filled with sorrow and a desire for better choices.

'Brothers and sisters!'
　Roe 2 raised his voice.
　A white light gathered on the Thoughtful Conjuring Wand, which was held high, and the expression on her face with a small smile mischievously declared.
''Your sister will not abandon her sisterhood!　The first friend I made in this world is angry to a place that can only produce this sorrow. The exiled princess, once unrecognizable and forsaken, is crying out within me.
　Protruding into the rubble, Touya, who was stacking swords with knights, suddenly looked up.
　Rundelhaus, who was trapping countless "steel-tailed pterodactyls" (wyvern) in the ice coffin, also looked back.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　Isuzu, who continued to sing without wiping away her tears, saw the spreading white wings that enveloped the town.
　It was white as snow that covered everything.

'You have broken your covenant, walk with me. Sword Princess: Al Quinje!
　Roe 2's summoning spell was activated with a flash of light that illuminated the area.
　It was a woman with a lyre, known as the , the . Minori looked at the spell, which she should have known from Shiroe's class, as if it were completely different. It couldn't just be a . He couldn't see the spirit's expression because it was hidden by the veil-like sealing cloth that covered his face, but it gave Minori a sense of calm that was laced with sadness. The beautiful woman on the lyre, who radiated a divine light, raised her arms in a gesture that traced Roe 2, overlaying the echoes of the harp on the song of Isuzu.
　Within the sound of the lyre played by the Six Tilt Princess, Roe 2's expression was indeed proud.



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'Rondark. .........it's all of them.
　Nyanta's sword was aware of its own limitations. If it was a battle, he could win. He could send Rondark to the temple, or put away ten or twenty of the black spirits. But that was not a victory for Nyanta.
　The awareness of this slowly seeped into Nyanta, causing him to experience such pain that he wondered where it was left in his withered mind.

　He thought of Touya. I thought of Minori. He thought of Isuzu and Rundelhaus.
　He thought of the children of the Crescent Moon Alliance.
　And then I saw Serara's scowl.
　She thought of the younger Nyanta's friends.
All children are like that, aren't they? Rondark. People, or at least all children, are unreasonably born alive, in their view.'
　The thin electric light binds Nyanta's arms like thorns.
　The HP bar is diminishing.
　There is little time left, and there are only a few words that can be spoken.
　And Nyanta knows that those few words will not reach Rondark. It is a miracle that such a message can reach the suffering man, and Nyanta is unfortunately a helpless man, unable to manipulate miracles.
I have parents who tell me, 'You are born to be loved. Those are beautiful words. But those words are nothing more than the self-satisfaction of the parents who gave birth to them. It can't override the fact that they didn't ask for their consent to be born into the world. There are children who can be saved, but you can't change the fact that they're victims. That's how all people are born. In this world or the original world, or any other world.
　So, be patient.
　I couldn't say that.
　Even if it's a pain that everyone experiences, each one of those pains is unique (original) to that person. Just as Nyanta, who was at the bottom of his suffering, responded with his fist when he was told that, Rondark is now shaking his fist. And Rondaq is not the only one shaking his fists.
　This world is filled with sorrow.

　At the very least, the laws of the Earthmen do not bring him to justice. Nor will the laws of the Adventurers allow him to do so. Rondaq is not one who has agreed to participate in the process.
　He is not interested in the damage he has done and the destruction he has caused. Nyanta felt as if he could understand the pain. When you lose someone you care about, you lose the world. Nyanta was able to get it back, but it had taken a long time. He was also blessed.
'Kill me, cat swordsman (swackler)!　I don't care if you got killed. There is no death here. I don't have an endgame, and you can lecture me, but you can't expel me for good. Am I wrong?
　It was no different.
　So Nyanta danced the sword's round dance with her aching chest in her arms.
　It was one apocalypse.
　An abyss existed before Nyanta, a rupture. That irresponsible, throwaway attitude of Rondark's was to this world. Rondark has stopped being an inhabitant of this world anymore. So I don't care what happens to the world. Of course, in order to keep the body alive, to pass the time, Rondark has to do some kind of activity too, but he calls it a quest. Longdark has decided that the world is "that way". So perhaps Nyanta's words will not reach him.
　But even if that's the truth about Ronderk, there's more to the world than that.
　I remembered Minori. That sincere girl had decided to go for Shiroe. Touya was to protect her sister, and Rundelhaus was to become an 'adventurer'.

　Young people are born again.
　The infant born into this world as an unreasonable compulsion becomes a young man and decides to be born again of his own volition.
　They take to heart who they are and begin their own lives as babies born into this world for the second time, the one they desire. It is a sacred covenant, and that is how people have been linked together. That is what has kept people together until now.
　Nyanta was willing to reduce himself to ashes to protect it. If only Rondark would know that, he would do whatever he had to do.
　Nyanta's favorite Shiroe was also willing to do so, because that's how he signed a contract with her, and she was to have the Horizon of Records (Guild).

　But that wish is in vain, as unlimited magic overflows from Rondaq's wand, and a half-crazed spell that relinquishes both hate and control swells up.
　And now, just before it was about to swallow Nyanta, it disappeared.

'Geez, geez, it's so noisy!
　The military saber that had pierced Rondark's neck from behind slipped out with a sly swipe, revealing a red-haired woman from behind it. Her expression was cruel and lustrous, full of amusement yet steel-like, as she smiled with her eyes.
　Rondark circled his bloodshot eyeballs and looked up at the woman from her crumbling body and seemed to mumble something. However, the words were only transmitted in the form of gurgling, overflowing blood bubbles.
　The woman made a slightly surprised expression. When she lost her chemistry as proof that the surprise was a deliberate service, she said to Rondark, "Oh, dear, a message? I ask him. At the sound of bubbling mucus, he said, "Oh, that's too bad. I don't understand that word," he said, kicking back and looking at the kitten in an agitated manner.
　The chuckle at what was so funny was like a warning to the squad leader about her abnormality.

It's a great thing to be an adventurer. You can kill and be killed as much as you want.
'Huh!　Why?
'What?　... oh. It's just a bit of silence. Hey, it's kind of like moving to the next room. Isn't that right?　The Adventurer.
No!
　She screamed, but Nyanta could not prove it.
　He couldn't convince Rondark, the woman of the Daichijin who had killed him.
　What difference does it make in this world where death does not separate us all?

I'm Mizfa-Trude, Field Marshal. I'm a field commander," she said.
　I'm sure you'll find a lot of people who are interested in this kind of thing. The woman who twisted the beauty that would be the envy of the beauty princesses of the Free City Alliance Eastal with a wild smile stood in front of Nyanta with a thoughtful attitude.
"So you're the client of Rondark, aren't you? Is that what the Daichijin does?
　Nyanta had the illusion that his body was covered in white flames.
　He couldn't suppress his hostility.
　It was probably impossible to convince Rondark. Nevertheless, it felt as if the female general's army in front of him had taken that chance. The frustration was unrelenting, akin to self-doubt.
''Hahahaha. ''Sleepwalking after all this time. 'Daichijin?　Adventurer?　It's none of your business.
　Mizfa laughed at Nyanta, who clenched her teeth, in a lustrous voice.
'Every creature born into this world kills each other with their own cards. The strong use their strength as a weapon. The strong use their strength as a weapon, and the weak use their weakness as a weapon.
　Mizfa slashed at him with a smile on her face, as if it were an everyday occurrence. Nyanta's expression twisted in surprise as he tried to tame the curved sword. It was heavy. It was so powerful it was hard to believe it was the sword of the Earthman.
"You, who cannot die, are asking for control and supremacy?
Why do you want a war?
　I thought of Shiroe. I thought of that clumsy young man's dream.
　Nyanta's guild master's overly bypassed good intentions had probably foreseen this battle. Shiroe's insight had been right. He had been too right. We did our best to prevent it, but we couldn't.
I'm going to burn my life away with the alcohol of war. "I burn my life away with the alcohol of war! Come on, undead!
Viper Strash!
　I could instinctively guess the meaning of the words.
　Adventurers (undead).
　From the point of view of the Daichijin, they would never die, and they wouldn't even be alive.
　Nyanta couldn't deny the ominous name.
　Nor could she say she was wrong.
　But offense and defense were different from that. The swordsmanship of the Thief (Swashbuckler) dug through Mizfa's defenses like a venomous serpent seeking its prey, slicing through his shoulder. Nyanta is an accomplished swordsman. He is also enraged. He had no intention of forgiving the female soldier in front of him.
　But Mizfa didn't pay any attention to the rose-like blood that dripped from the wound, and she thrust and swung her half-saber, thrusting and waving it to flesh out the nyanta.

'Hahahahaha. It's amazing, it's wonderful, the brilliance of your sword is so sharp you'll fall in love with it. But there's no killing intent in the sword.
You're proud of that? You're proud of your murderous intent!
　An electric light lace pattern was drawn in the air.
　Repeating the leaping sword lines, Nyantar blazed with white fury and aimed at Mizfa's throat. Already, the chase, Early Thrust, had broken the female soldier's stance.
　When the world stopped cowering in the face of the decisive blow, it was the hilt of the white scabbard, which had not even been drawn, that stopped the clash.
　The man who interrupted between Nyanta and Mizfa fluttered his full-length hair and splashed them with a pained expression.



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　A graceful white woman with a graceful figure passed through the streets as if she were walking in the afterglow of a mild spring day.
　At times she stopped to think, looked up at the sky and started walking again.
　The air was filled with a slight amount of black smoke that smelled like burnt smoke, and there was a lot of noise around. Magic flames don't usually make smoke, so this must mean that something has ignited. I'm not going to be the only one.
　I'm not sure if they've identified the white beauty as their prey, but one of the steel-tailed dragons went from a turn to a dive. The undulating tail gives the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl a ferocious maneuverability, and its steel claws could easily pierce the soft flesh of the Earthman.
　Without even looking up, Dariela raised her left hand and muttered a spell in a breathless voice. Astral Hupno. With that alone, as if entangled in an invisible web, the 〈Steel Tailed Dragon〉 stilled its spirit and body.
　The white woman's figure blurs against the background of the pterosaur, which falls like a cone and sinks into the dust and debris, as if enveloped in a jet-black flap of wings. The phantom tail, which contained an enormous amount of magical power, swayed lustrously as if caressing the atmosphere, and a jet-black beauty with fox ears appeared.
　The Astral Hupno spell freezes a subject into a deep sleep, freezing their spirit. Despite its lack of offensive power, the damage it caused was devastating. Not only the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl, but even the Odyssey Knights' Forest Curse Master (Druid), who was caught in the fall, was killed by the massive damage.

　Natsuwa let out a small sigh and began to walk in the same manner as before.
　Passing between buildings and under the shade of thick green trees, he walked on the battlefield at sunset.
　Strangely enough, neither the Squire of the Dark Spirit nor the Steel-tailed Dragon, let alone the Daichijin or the Knights of the Odyssey seemed to be able to recognize Wet Feather.
　Nenuha stopped them with a small spell, as if to playfully or as if to get rid of the sparks of fire that were rushing at him. With that simple act of stopping them, Wet Feather scattered destruction and despair across the battlefield. Among the Grantor (Enchanter), a construction (build) that specializes in action-blocking spells is called the Freezer (freezer). It is named after its ability to freeze all enemies around it with a frigid snow storm.
　Wet Feathers seemed to embody that word. Sometimes he would stop, sometimes he would mutter something, and sometimes he would walk through the town.

　Wet feathers gave a small sigh.
　|He had intended to leave the cramped duties of Plant hwyaden and just walk around West Yamato for a bit, but he had a chance encounter.
　There was no malicious or harmful intent. I just thought he was a member of Shiroe's guild and I messed with him. And I got hurt.
　Wet Feather had to admit that he had been poking fun at her from above. Shiroe was special, but he thought that even his companions couldn't be special. He thought that if he smiled amiably as usual and showed a little attitude and gesture of consideration for the others, he would blend in easily.
　In fact, Minori, Serara and Isuzu, the girls, didn't notice anything. Probably not even the former Daichijin called Rundelhaus.
　I don't think we were caught off guard.
　I'm sure I was trying to keep my distance, but that's because I was tempted to give in to the temptation to see the same view as Shiroe.
　We don't know what the boy named Touya saw in the biographer of the "Earthling" (Dariela). I don't believe that his true identity was exposed, but I am certain that the boy, Touya, had a special ability to see something in Dariela.
　Dariela was pitied by that not-so-aged boy.
　You don't have to be nice to him.
　That's what he was told.
　Such trivial and trivial words became a thorn in Wetu's side. The small pain was not too great to ignore, but it was sharp and new to forget.
　It was true that he felt a sense of mischief, wondering what it would be like to recruit the boy named Touya to Minami. The only thing I wanted was for Shiroe to bother me. But that boy was not just a mere backdrop to Shiroe's 'recording horizon'. Even though he was young, he had claws that could stand on wet wings. The same is true of the air in the battlefield. Don't you see the sparkle in the eyes of the earthlings as they flee with their injuries under control?　Isn't there a lute tone in the air?
　Shiroe is still special. If he borrowed Shiroe's eyes, this dingy, cesspool-like world might look a different color. Wet Feather smiled sadly at the thought of it.
　Shiroe's teachings were that boy's blade. Thinking that even a small pain is a bond that leads to Shiroe, it felt somehow sweet. And at the same time I felt envy. Shiroe has someone to tell him something. Not to Wet Feather.
　But there was no hatred. Perhaps the clarity of that honest boy he had seen in the morning mist had removed the cloudy emotions from Wet Feather.

　In any case, there is no such thing as Wet Feather.
　Even with the magical power of the Astral Hupuno, Dariela's form and name will reappear once the reuse restriction time (recast time) is up. Even that Dariela is a false form. Even Wet Feather is like that.
　There is no such thing as the real you.
　I smiled a small smile at the ridiculousness of my ghostly self.
　She was so annoyed by the way she had chosen to look, and wanted to be sought after, that she had run away from that form, and while gaining a beautiful and bewitching appearance, she had disappeared from the steel carriage because she was too depressed to be spoken to, and now Wetou had changed her appearance again.
　It's incoherent, even for me, and the misery and ridiculousness of the situation is enough to cover my eyes.
　It is as if Wet Feather is cursed to spill over like sand, no matter what he obtains. After having abandoned everything so much, Natsuwa doesn't even know what to get. Even if it was something of value that he had discarded, he has already discarded any regrets.
　Shiroe is the only thing that illuminates such a mute. The Shiroe in Wet Feather was always in profile, looking somewhere in the distance. Perhaps it was because of the strong impression he made during the first time they met in a large scale battle. Even until she was able to speak, Shiroe only wore a distant look on her face as she recalled it, until she wanted to speak.
　Natsuwa clasped her small white hands together in front of her chest to embrace those memories.

''Nenuha-sama.''
　Wet Feather took one look at the knight who rushed over and hung his head down to kneel.
　Lorail-Dawn. His golden hair, usually cut in an unnerving manner, was disheveled, and even the holy knight's armor was flimsy. He must have been running around the mountains and fields in search of Wet Feathers like a dog. Feeling contempt for the shallow figure, Wet Feather was silent.
　There were no words to say to the pro-guard knights in name only who wanted to lock Wet Feather in.
　However, Lorail seemed to take his silence in a different way.
''Wetu-sama, it's somewhat dangerous here. I don't think it's important if it's still magic of Wet Feather-sama, but could you please evacuate?
'What's going on in this town?　What is Mizfa doing here?
　Wet Feather asked.
　The situation in this town is abnormal. If the Squire of the Dark Spirit is showing up in this many places, it means that Mizfa is dropping the Red Night's troops into this town. The appearance of the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl was no coincidence.
"It seems that this town has become a battlefield under the orders of Master Mizfa.
Yes.
　Wet Feather walked.
　He stared at the ground and mumbled Shiroe's name in a small way.
　He didn't have any thoughts on the matter.
　He approved Mizfa's plan because he didn't think it mattered.
　He also reviewed the review because he was asked to do so.
　I know the dream that Mizfa has in mind. We all want a world of our own. In his own kingdom, one becomes a king. Mizfa's dream kingdom is a sacrificial sheep lying under the sword wielded by Mizfa. With the sweltering scent of blood, Mizfa wants to confirm the fact of his conquest.
　That dream is similar to that of Wet Feather. Wet Feather also wants to live in his own kingdom, surrounded by happiness. Wet Feathers' dream is a tiny one. He wants it all because he can't find happiness.
　But in this town, there's a boy with a grumpy expression on his face.
　This is the boy who insulted Wet Feather so severely that he said, "You don't have to be smiling to have a funny face.
　Is it right to smash up the town where the boy is staying?　The answer is obvious if you ask yourself, "What do you think?
　Nenuha was the master of Yamato and this was Nenuha's garden.

　As they passed through the war zone, Nenuha instructed Lorail Dawn to follow him like a slave.
"Slaughter as many of the Steel-Tailed Dragons and the Dark Spirit's followers as you can.
Ha. ...But are you sure?
This is an order from the West High Priestess.
　The words had the effect of a high-voltage electric current on Lorail.
　Jumping away in a flat position, Lorail didn't even have to say a second word before he ran off into town at once.
　Looking back at Lorail's armor, Wet Feather knew it was time to go. Her own shadow was shifting into a haze, her nine tails caressing the air. The Information Disguise, which had stopped working, reactivated and took shape in a new way.
　Wet Feather's time is up, and Dariela will return.
　At that vague boundary, Wet Feather smiled. Surprised that he was smiling properly instead of his usual throwaway one, Wetuwa decided to exercise his command authority as a guild master for the first time in a long time.
''Shiro-sama. --I'll give a little assistance to those children as well. Although their days were short, they treated me as a traveling companion, you know. Do you think White will notice? Will he think I'm in his way? Or do you think you've done well...?　This is not just a whim, a gift.
　Nine tails grew long out of the long shadows and flew away as an effect of raven and feathers, and then there was a gentle-looking, lone "Earthman" writer.

　In the white phosphorescence of the battlefield, she began to hum a little tune.
　It's another popular song from the Earth that the Daichijinshi don't know.



　The song was a popular song of the earth, unknown to the Daichijin.




Kazuhiko.
Good to see you, sergeant.
　Kazuhiko, a ronin-like young man dressed in a kimono with a kimono and a uchikake-style hakama, looked much more mature than Nyanta remembered. The frowning wrinkles between his eyebrows clearly reflected Kazuhiko's distress.
　He had always been a young man with a sense of responsibility.
　This Kazuhiko was the one who had led the attack on the Tea Party.

"Get out of the way, Kazuhiko!　I've got some things I need to make right.
No, I'm not going anywhere.
　Kazuhiko took a step forward and cracked at Nyanta's feet with a sharp slash.
　Nyanta did not stop. His eyes flashed with a penetrating glare as he closed in on the transformed form of Kazuhiko, the man he had once spent time with. Kazuhiko stared back at the kitten with his equally strong eyes.
'You're involved in this kind of thing?
The law of passage.
　Kazuhiko was a former comrade Nyanta knew, but he was also a different man. His eyes, which showed a resolute will, were dark and stagnant at the same time. It was the figure of a man who had pushed forward with his inseparable thoughts and carried a number of scars.
　Nyanta had heard from Shiroe about Kazuhiko's current situation.
　In Plant hwyaden, Shiroe had told him that he was responsible for his health from the inside out. However, Kazuhiko's eyes were not what one would call "healthy". It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of it.

I'm tired, you adventurers. It's always kind. Operation Red Night is already in progress!　That's why you are not the master of this world. So go to sleep!　You're not going to die anyway!
　However, the encounter between Kyanta and Kazuhiko was just a waste of time for Mizfa. While being kept in place by Kazuhiko, he launches a swordfight that engulfs his entire body.
　Nyanta is ripped away from Kazuhiko as he flicks Mizfa's curved sword.
　Just when you want to question your former comrade's true intentions, the Shogun's army stalks you to no end.
I'm sure you can run through Hades Place and Halos Prison.
I'm a runner.
　It was a memory like a summer afternoon that passed in the old days of the prodigal tea party. They were like summer afternoons gone by. But the days of adventure for Nyanta and his friends are different for Mizfa. She laughs, her beautiful red lips tinted with red, twisted in humiliation and annoyance.
The first thing to do is to get your sword, boots, and gloves down to your magic. I can feel the power of your magic as it drips down your spine!　With an unbeatable combination of power.　We don't have anything like that, you know.
　Nyanta couldn't understand the meaning of that smile.
　Nyanta was also a resident of Akiba, as innocent as a child when it came to the strong malice of the Daichijin. The next moment, he was reminded of this.
　It was a glittering sword dance.
　Mizfa, a warrior unlike any earthling, and Nyanta, the swashbuckler, a swashbuckler with two fine swords (Twin Rapiers), the fastest of all the adventurers.
　The attack and defense went on for three or four rounds, leaving shallow wounds on both sides, but without showing a fatal break. It seemed to be the turn of a pair to fight each other.
　But the end of the line came abruptly.
"You adventurers are strong. Yes, strong. Yeah, strong. But no. --Your kindness will get you killed. Your desire to help kills the earthlings.　Now what are you going to do?!
　Mizfa exposed her white throat to the tip of Nyanta's sword.
　Nyanta's sword would not stop. The high-speed attack and defense deprived the kyanta of such room. Just before the nyantas pierced Mizfa's throat, their sword was grabbed by their ally Kazuhiko, who has run through many raids.
''Mizfa. It's over.
　Kazuhiko controlled Mizfa, who was shyly stepping forward, with his outstretched left hand.
　With his gaze only on the nyanta, his mouth is drawn tightly together and he is trying to appeal to her in some way.
'What a joke!　Kazuhiko, you're just a chaperone!　Have you forgotten the tenth seat?
Orders from Wet Feather. I just received a superlative order from Wet Feather to Plant hwyaden. You are to retreat. The operation is now aborted.
Kazuhiko!
　Nyanta's former companion's voice was like cold mud.
　Nyanta doesn't want to forgive Plant hwyaden for that one thing alone.
　But the man leading Plant hwyaden is Kazuhiko and Intix, his former comrades, in other words.
　What had happened to him?
　Nyanta feels awkward and frustrated.
What do you think the Plant hwyaden are thinking, Kazuhiko?
I don't want to take crap from you.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're doing. The impact of the sword's bright, brilliant impact was enough to split the earth, perhaps an assassin's strike called extermination, but its power was beyond what even a ninja could see.
　It was beyond the realm of an adventurer.
'This is still better.
....
　Unable to speak, Kazuhiko clenched his words and turned his broad back to Nyantas, who could not speak. It felt to Nyanta like the dark cloud that had swept over this world, which had also befallen his former companion, the Tea Party of the Prodigal.
"The squad leader... we won't have to kill the Daichijin.
....
　Kazuhiko's words were those of his former friend, and that's why they were infinitely more bitter.


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　　I just plucked the strings incessantly.
　My throat screamed at me to wither too.
　I don't care if it's fake or real. Isuzu would sing all the songs he knew.
　Running, running, running through the streets, Isuzu was now an eighth note and bouncing in the reddish sunset. Arching quatrains and strokes of chordal white balls. Isuzu's footsteps were a snare and her heart was a bass drum.
　Isuzu crooned, letting her endurance enhanced by the Bard Style.
　The repertoire played filled the space with the music of seven colors.
(The dage of the trapped lion!
　The group of servants of the Dark Spirit stopped moving in the rush of the undulating musical scale, like a mechanical doll out of oil. Isuzu didn't even catch a glimpse of them. Isuzu didn't even glance at them, because she knew that Isuzu's partner would slip into the empty solo part.
''Orb of Rava!
　The rough riffs were more like drum solos than melodic riffs, and by the time the song moved to C after the interlude, the color of the song had already changed to rainbow colors. By the time we moved to C after the interlude, the dark spirit's servant had already changed to rainbow colors.

　We met the eyes of the Daichijin, who looked like a rabbit brother and sister, as they peered into the basement.
　They were huddled tightly together and looked as if they were about to cry.
　The town is caught up in this kind of battle and there is no place to escape from it. Their mouths, which were half-open in a shameful way, seemed more stunned than angry, more than despair. One of the Knights of the Odyssey collapsed in the street and turned a rainbow of colors in front of them.
　In front of that brother and sister, the world must now have fallen apart. Any hope of being saved has been crushed.
　Isuzu slapped a melody on such a scene.

(I can't do anything about it, but I'll sing.)
　I raised my voice.
　My throat twitched as I shook out the impossible volume of my voice. Still, I didn't want to add or subtract.
(I'm looking at you.)
　I created the phrase with that in mind.
　There's really nothing else Isuzu can do. All she could do was play the lute and shout.
　Isuzu nodded to them while avoiding the 〈Servant of the Dark Spirit〉's magic. The siblings ran like rabbits. While patting their chests, they sang a song to see them off and to support them.
　Singing is a tiny thing. There is no guarantee that Isuzu alone will be able to save the siblings just now, even if he or she is the only one who flails about. The reality is that this town as a whole has suffered a lot of casualties. Even if Isuzu sings, it won't change that anymore. I like John Lennon, but I think world peace through music is absurd.
　The music that saved Isuzu, the masterpieces of great performers, can probably only do so much.
　That recognition was incredibly bitter, and hurt Isuzu with a completely different weight than the mangling of a peaceful world. Not Isuzu, not to mention Isuzu's father's guitar, not even Seishirou's song could save the world.
　That's just a matter of course.
　Even Isuzu, an ordinary high school girl, knows that.
　But Isuzu had never thought about the meaning of their fists in the air. She even felt it was just a fashion statement.
　But now, I think I understand a little bit more.
　That's the strength of emaciation. You have to raise your fist, or you will fail, so you raise it. I raise it to shout that I am here. You sing to tell me that you are watching me. I know you, I know how you feel. A song is a prayer that they are reaching you.

　They say it's because we are defeated.
　They say it's because you can't be saved.
　If you can't be saved, then you don't need a song at first.
　A song is necessary for us to face up to it again.
　Isuzu has been embraced by music all her life.
　Even when no one understands her, the music seems to understand her. On those lonely nights when she was all alone, the ballads she heard on her music pod seemed to be singing about her. When it was fun, the old rock numbers took Isuzu out for a drive on the endless coastal highway.
　Despite being surrounded by so many songs, Isuzu didn't really know the singer.
　Now he could understand. I'm sure they were trying to tell Isuzu that they, too, were trying to tell her. I know how you feel. I feel the same way. Don't mess around, keep up the good work!　He shouted at me. Because that's all I can do, anyway. Isuzu's song is powerless, but Isuzu's spear is just as powerless. I am sure this world will not be saved.
　But Isuzu didn't stop.
　She ran off to pick a fight with God.
　Surrounded by the magic of Rundel House, he ran through town in his winged shoes.
　He would run to his friends who were waiting for Isuzu's help. He went to Touya, who was bounced back with a fist unreasonably. They jumped on the glacier-like magic released by Rundelhaus and ran to him.

　Even now, Isuzu couldn't say she had a special talent.
　Her forceful voice lacks clarity, and her fingertips can be tangled as she follows the melody. That's something he knows very well, and no one else. That's why I can't say I'm going to be a professional. Just thinking about making a living out of music scares me and makes me cower.
　But Isuzu will never forget this moment in time.
　I won't forget this evening when she began to sing with all her bravery.
　I can't say that I will become a musician (artist), but I can promise that I will love music for the rest of my life. That's the best Isuzu can do, and in truth, it's enough.
　The heavens made an angry bursting sound and electric light flashed through the air. Extinguishing the laminated magic circle with a swing of his arm, Rundelhaus caught up with Isuzu's side. The profile of the young man who surely didn't know about Isuzu's secret determination warmed Isuzu's heart.
　Rundelhaus had said it all along. You will find a lot of people who have been in the business for a long time. I'm not talking about a profession, but a way of life. Rundelhaus wouldn't give a d*mn how unprofitable the job of an adventurer was. The golden young man who chose that way of life to fight against unreasonableness knew from the beginning the answer that Isuzu had finally arrived at.
(Nope. Rudy drew me to him.)
(You gave me my song.)
　I recall my father's thinly veiled smile and somewhat inspiring words to myself.
　Now that I think about it, those lines were not just directed at Isuzu. They were the words of a musician who hid bitterness and regret, but still made up his mind to live by music for the rest of his life.
(Dad was right. I didn't have any talent. I didn't rock at all thinking about whether or not I had talent.
　A small laugh broke out.

Isuzu Mmm!
　More members. I nodded to Serara, who came running up with a bright white wolf, and swung my lute head around. The sounds of battle could be heard from everywhere. A tired sword fury and the chanting of attack magic as if they had lost their way back. But still the town was beautiful, dyed in the afterglow.
''Miss Serara!''
Thanks.
　Clumsily tripping a couple of times and still heeling with the Rundelhaus flight spell, Serara smiled a bit in embarrassment as she kenched with a serious face. A warmth swelled up inside Isuzu's body.
''It's okay!　We've searched every building west of here!　The people of the People of the Earth have all been evacuated by Wolf-chan's nose, you know.
　Isuzu, who had been playing continuously, wanted to shout out a goody-goody, but he put his feelings on the song.

　Suddenly the heavens were filled with light.
　The three of them stared at the magical glow as if they had never seen it before and immediately recognized it.
　A high-pitched scream came from the party teleconference (chat). The three of them rushed out as if they were bursting at the seams. Underneath that glow were Roe 2, Minori, and possibly Touya.
　Isuzu could see Touya's pain. Touya had heard the distressed cry, "This world can't be real, And Isuzu and the others also shared that cry with the party telepaths. It was a tense, sad voice that showed that the one who shouted was hurting, and it was almost tense and sad.
　That sadness was Isuzu's enemy.
　Defeating it was the fight to God.
　We might not stand a chance, but we wouldn't let it go without a fight. Underneath that glow is my friend (Touya).
"Brother, step back!
Quiet. Don't interrupt me. This is the Odyssey Knight's war.
'It won't go down!　I'm not going to throw you away! I'll never, ever throw my brother out of the picture!
"What do kids like you know about anything?
　He heard Touya's cry as he approached.
　Isuzu was relieved at the sound of his voice and nodded with Rundelhaus.
'It's all right now,'
Yeah!
Touya-chan is not to be outdone!
Yeah.
　You're covered in scars. You haven't even been able to convince the Odyssey Knights to join you.
　But Touya wasn't going to stay cowering in the rubble!　He got up and ate up again, fighting next to the .
　With that alone, Touya is no longer defeated.
　Serara is right. You are not defeated at all. Let's get you out of here right now. That's totally fine, Isuzu thought.
'Touya!　Don't miss anything until I get there!　This adventurer, Rundelhaus-Code, will join you.
　Even a small smile broke out on my face at Rundelhaus' shout.
　As soon as I heard Touya's voice, my energy increased a hundredfold. She was quickly transformed into a bullish Rundelhaus. The mature Rundelhaus who worries about Isuzu is cute, but the current Rundelhaus is very boyish. If you let go of the lead, he will surely run to the horizon.
　The same is true for me, Isuzu thought.
　It's a good thing that Isuzu has the same idea.
　We're almost there.

You're going to be the first to fall prey to the Onslaught, if you don't do something about it.
Why don't you just do it?　But I'm not backing down.
　Turning the corner, it was already a vermillion-dyed river. A number of flying dragons are silhouetted against the burned and shattered bridge. The group fighting in the backlight are the Dark Spirit Squires, the Odyssey knights and Touya, all of whom have become more powerful and more dangerous.
This is our place to die. Do not block the path to Hades!
　Isuzu's lungs burned.
　A cry of "don't be silly" lodged in both legs and turned into wings.
　Tears filled the corners of my eyes and blurred my vision, but it wasn't because of the sadness.
　This world that played its lute in the bright white light
　I've traveled a long way in this world with my friends.
　This is the world where I met Rundell House.
　This is not the road to Hades.

　That's why now is the time for Isuzu to sing the forty-third song.
(It's kind of an uncool song.)
　Still, that was the first song Isuzu wrote.
　To tell you that I get it right, I'm going to support you. Even if no one else approves, Isuzu is the only one who will bless this world. The forty-third that God didn't make, and the seeds of more songs will be scattered throughout this world.
　Minori was seen at the front of the group of friends who were rushing into battle. He was one step ahead of them, reaching Touya and protecting him. At his side was Roe 2, flipping his white cape cape. Roe2, like a large bird, looked back over his shoulder and nodded. Rundelhaus, Serara, and Minori also exchanged glances with Isuzu.
''I'll protect you,''
I'm not gonna let Rudy protect you.
　The short exchange was enough to fill Isuzu's chest with courage. The energy meter was at 100%. The intro, which was played on a high note, made the best sound of the day. The reddish sky seemed to hurry Isuzu, or to bless eternity.
　Isuzu pushed out the first word as if she were praying.
　The seven-colored notes encouraged the world as the shimmer of the lute danced as it bounced across the water. Right now, Isuzu is cheering for all the 'adventurers' and 'earthlings' on the battlefield.
　The new sounds and songs of Isuzu have cast a spell on the world.
　The songs that spread like ripples were approved by the world (Seldesia) and were born. Pebbles the size of eggs emerged from my fingertips. Dancing like squirrels everywhere, they became an instant defense, striving to deflect the magic by hitting every attack on the battlefield with their bodies.

　It was a tiny poem, really. It was only a small stone dancing, and its effect was small, and it was doubtful that it would add even a fraction of what it did, but Isuzu did not give up on her poetry.
　But Isuzu did not give up on the poem.
　It is because of the frustration that it makes her heart burn hot.
　The despair of not being able to reach anyone now is the blessing of being able to reach someone else. Isuzu thinks she may be a wimp for needing such logic, but she can walk to the end of the world with a single hope. That's what rock music is.
　Now Isuzu is music (43). The world belongs to Isuzu.
　Bright lemon yellow notes were sprinkled into the Akane colored sky.
　Everyone should be able to hear this melody. It shatters and sprinkles down like stardust. To the earthlings who are angry at their helplessness, and to the Odyssey Knights who are crying like children for their home.
　The seven colors of light from the soap soap bubbles that float in the air when they are dying are, come to think of it, the same as the seven colors of the musical scale. Isuzu felt a small sense of surprise at the resemblance.
　When the sun was setting, the glow of the seven colors ceased and all that was left was to climb up to the moon.

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　It was the day after the battle that Rundelhaus and his men left that town.
　They talked it over and decided not to travel any further. They agreed that they had to report back to the guild due to a number of events, and by defeating the Steel-Tailed Pterodactyl (wyvern), they were able to achieve their original goal of obtaining materials for the Magic Bag.
　Focusing on the objective, Rundelhaus and his team's journey could be said to have been a success.
　However, the bitterness remained.
　The north side of the town has been turned into a battlefield, and the damage to Saphir's town, including the collapse of abandoned buildings and bridges, is extensive. The casualties of the 〈Daichijin〉 were also in the tens.
　From the perspective of Rundell House, this is tragic, but it is not unusual. In the harsh world of Seldesia, the life of the Earthmen had been a series of trials from the very beginning. The home of Rundelhaus now lies in the ashes.
　The Earthmen neither hid the damage they had done nor made a fuss about it. Rundel House was concerned about this point, and was worried that the responsible siblings Touya and Minori, the pure-hearted Serara, and the gentle Isuzu might blame themselves for the death of the Daichijin.
　But strangely, the atmosphere in the town did not turn dark.
　The Daichijin had grown accustomed to supporting each other, and there was still much hope for this town. The center of the city remained intact, and the town's core industries, fishing and street trading, hadn't been damaged. The town of Saphir had been hurt, but it would be able to get back on its feet.

　The morning after the battle, Roe 2 and Dariela were traveling after saying goodbye.
　The monster had appeared, albeit in a hurry, and it was only natural that they should hurry to their destination rather than put off making a decision, and Rundelhaus and his party saw the two departing in the morning mist. Roe 2 was so completely at home with them that Selara and others were even hugging her.
　She was a strange woman.
　The summoning magic she used included many things that Rundelhaus had never seen before. Rundelhaus is a highly skilled mage as an Earthling, and has amassed skills and knowledge comparable to that of a court mage or grand mage. However, he is only an intermediate adventurer, and even though he resides in the city of Akiba, it is not clear that he has mastered all of the arts.
　But even so, the necromantic magic controlled by Roe 2 was rare and left a strong impression. Although there were other users of necromantic magic in Akiva, this was the first time he had ever met one as good as her. A vast amount of magic power, judgment, and an outstanding fighting sense. The sword princess (Sword Princess) she summoned was more graceful, more like a mortal princess than a sword spirit.
　It seemed that Roe 2 had given Minori a letter and asked for a favor.
　At that point, Rundelhaus easily abandoned his thoughts. Minori is one of the best commanders Rundelhaus has ever known, and she is also the twin sister of his best friend Touya. If Minori deems it necessary, Rundelhaus will be asked to help, and if he misses the timing and the danger comes up, he can go and help. Although the news was surprising, looking at Minori's expression, I couldn't imagine it was bad news at all.
　The goodbye word was "again". It was short, but it was a promise of a reunion.
　Rundelhaus and the others also promised that they would never see each other again.

　The other traveler, for some reason, was more interesting to Rundelhaus. This was Dariela, the writer of the Earth People. This beautiful, ladylike woman was on her way to Icoma. Even though she is well-traveled, I feared that the journey would be difficult for a woman on her own, but I heard that she would be able to find an escort to Sanal.
　Unlike Roe 2, this woman, who unlike Roe 2 didn't fit in well enough to be her companion, looked on quietly, smiling while Roe 2 was surrounded by Serara, Minori, and Isuzu and the others as they parted. It seemed a gentle, aristocratic demeanor, even from the point of view of Rundell House, born on the edge of an aristocratic family, but it also seemed somewhat distant now that it was steeped in Akiva.
　In any case, the two women said goodbye and departed. They will be heading west, while Rundelhaus and the others will be heading east to Akiba.
　Dariela said goodbye with that soft smile of hers, "I hope to see you again somewhere," and Rundelhaus and the others were able to reply, but Touya was the only one with a somewhat hard expression on her face.

　After seeing them off, Rundelhaus asked Touya as they walked slowly toward the center of the town that was hurrying to recover.
''Are you glad you let them go like that?''
What?
I mean Miss Dariela.
Yeah.
　Touya looked up at the sky, and Rundelhaus looked up with a grin, too.
　Even though it was the morning after such a battle, the sky was clear and the blue was crystal clear.
　As they walked in silence in the March breeze, they could hear the three girls ahead of them talking in silence. They were already familiar to their ears, the voices of their friends. In this moment, walking next to his best friend Touya and listening to the voices of his friends, Rundelhaus felt he belonged. It was Rundelhaus' duty to protect his younger friends.
'It's okay,'
Okay.
　You liked it, didn't you?
　And Rundelhaus did not ask. If he had, he had already forsaken it, and if he hadn't, it would be rude to do so. Love affairs were difficult for Rundelhaus. Some feel that it's something women think about and that gentlemen should be more relaxed and composed.
　Whenever Touya calls out to an older person of the opposite s*x, she always uses the term "sister". For a man, it's "elder brother. Even the adventurer of the Odyssey Order who taunted Touya did not hesitate to call him "big brother".
　I'm sure you've never once called Dariela "big sister". So, I guess that's what it means, Rundelhaus thinks. Rundelhaus didn't know the pain in his chest yet, but Touya's profile looked much more mature than it had when he'd left on the trip.
''You know what? Dariela-san,''
　Touya looked up at the sky and continued to talk to himself.
'My nails, they're so gnarled. They're so painful, it's like I bit them.
　Rundelhaus hadn't noticed. Probably Isuzu, Minori, and Serara hadn't either. Touya did notice. Rundelhaus imagined Touya's feelings when she realized, and he imagined the feelings of the Lady of the Earth who bit her nails. There was a pain there that Rundelhaus did not know, and Touya thought he had come into contact with that pain.
　He thought about giving her some advice, but Rundelhaus decided against it.
　I am not wise enough to go that far, and I am even less bright about the subtleties of men and women. Besides, Rundelhaus' best friend, Touya, is a warrior. It's a good thing that he or she decides to do it.
I'm not sure if it's a good idea. Well, Touya. If you have a problem, you can talk to this Rundelhaus-Cord about it.
No, I'm not going to talk to Rudy about it.
Oh, my God!
　It seems that Touya, on his own, was properly convinced. She had her usual honest smile, so Rundelhaus was able to answer her cheerfully.

　It was already late in the afternoon when we left the inn, ready for our journey.
　It was Rundelhaus's opinion that they were in a hurry to leave, and although he didn't tell his companions, it wasn't certain that the Daichijin's irritation and slander would not be directed at them.
　Rundelhaus and the others fought hard, but the Odyssey Knights had used the town as a shield.
　Rundelhaus is now both a man of the earth and an adventurer.
　So I understand both feelings. The Odyssey Knights have no duty to protect the Earthmen. That was not their belief, nor was it their duty. They were free to do as they wished, and they didn't have the Earthmen at their disposal. The number of Daichians who were saved by the presence of the Odyssey Knights was probably quite large. At least in the early stages of the battle, most of the damage to this town had been stopped by them.
　But Rundelhaus knows that the heart is not always convinced that way. When you are in an unreasonable disaster and there is someone there who is capable of helping you, it is not unreasonable to expect that you will be able to do so. If there were so many Adventurers, why didn't you help my family?　Rundelhaus understands that grief. I'm sure that there are probably some Daichi-jin who would shout out in grief and resentment.
　I'm sure Touya and Minori would be heartbroken to hear that, and Serara and Isuzu would be hurt. In the end, the Daichijin will be hurt for saying such things. That's why it's best to leave this town as soon as possible now.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing, but it's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to be doing.
　As a practical matter, the town needs to be rebuilt. They don't have the resources to bother Rundelhaus and his friends, and the innkeepers are looking for help from the west. It is a good thing that we are not the only ones who can help.
'I suppose we're done for,'
It was tough at the end. I wonder if this town is safe.
Don't worry about it. This is a key point on the Red Clay Road. We'll have it back in no time.
But we...
　Rundelhaus placed his hand on Isuzu's shoulder.
　Isuzu's expression was cloudy, probably thinking of the victim. He could understand the feeling, but when the hazelnut-haired singer sank down like that, Rundelhaus felt very uncomfortable. It's unreasonable, but Rundelhaus feels responsible for her smile.
　That's because it seems to have been influenced by the violent declarations he made later in the Great Temple. Even though it was half compulsory, Rundelhaus seems to have come under her blessing. Not that she was convinced, but still, a promise is a promise. It was his duty to stay by her side and keep that smile on his face.
　So, Rundelhaus tried to say something to her.
　But his voice, like a whisper on the wind, stopped him from doing so. On the contrary, he even hid his breath.

　She could hear that song from afar.
　Isuzu, with her good hearing, of course, noticed and rolled her eyes.
　In that battle, Isuzu had sung, and only Isuzu had sung, it was music.
　An eagle lion (griffon) swooped down from the sky, and Serara started to run. Minori and Touya followed a beat later. Bright, joyful voices washed away the dark shadows of their friends.
　But Isuzu and Rundelhaus were forever listening to the sound of a small child singing from the town. The town was the end of this tour. The limits of the helpless Rundelhaus and the others appeared at the end of their journey.
　But that song would surely head further west. Isuzu's song is neither helpless nor meaningless. He tried to tell her that, but Isuzu's eyes were full of tears, to the point where they were flowing down. Rundelhaus held out a handkerchief for his tearful partner.
　It is the world and Isuzu's, birthday song, that echoes through the town of Saphir.