Just like everyone else was born instinctively and can move their muscles.
　I was instinctively able to move my magic at birth.

　It was as if I was a new creature that had adapted to the 'demonic poison'.
　The movement of my limbs is faster and sharper when I control them with my magic power than with my muscle power.

　It was during the fight to the death against the "water logic thief" that I understood the innate difference. When I was reminiscing about the battle within the Winter's Other World (Wintry Dimension), the noble knight who was thrown off earlier called out a command.

''Let's go!　Go on!

　He led his new companions and rushed out.
　This time, from all sides, nearly ten knights attacked us from all sides.

　But even though their numbers are increasing, the situation is the same as before.
　I'm going to calmly deal with the approaching knights.

　If the cutting edge of the enemy's sword is close, I also swing my sword back and flick it.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.
　If the enemy's magic came flying in, I changed the shape of my sword to my hand and crushed it.

　At first glance, this dizzying melee appears to be an exchange of advanced "body art" and "sword art". But the reality is a completely different story.
　I'm not even close to a 1.00 in my "body arts" and "swordsmanship".
　Most of these movements are not done by muscle power, but by magic. It's a different and vicious skill that should no longer be referred to as "magical limbing", as the 15.00 muscle strength body is freely moved through "magical materialization".

　And the control of that "Magic Power Limbation" is unusually precise.

　After all, I've been reading and fantasizing about heroic tales for a long time.
　I dreamed of being a swordsman and never stopped training.
　I have watched and practiced the swords of my idols (Kanami) from afar.
　There are more reasons.
　The basics of "Body Art" and "Sword Art" were taught by the "Sword Saints" of the Aleis family.
　In the Confederacy, I discussed applications with Rustyala and Maria.
　When I was traveling, Snow accompanied me in many mock battles.
　In the end, he competed with Flanruele, trying to perfect his own fighting style--.

"'From the beginning, I've been living with a heroic tale...'

　I'm overcome with emotion and compose another poem.

　It was an obvious gap.
　Still, the knights can't catch me.

　On the contrary.
　Gradually I begin to overwhelm the knights, who can't even touch me.
　I take care not to let any deaths occur, and then I start to let out one after another those who are unable to fight (retire) due to broken bones and fainting.

　It's not that they are weak.
　However, if I can't help but compare them to the 'things that steal reason' that I've fought against until today--
　His magic is slower than Fafner's, the one that stole the logic of blood, which he won overwhelmingly.
　I'm not going to be able to get my hands on any of them.
　It's really too late for anything compared to the most recent enemy, the one that steals the logic of water.
　-- The battle until today had made me look like a hero.

　There was even a feeling that they could annihilate the force of the temple in a melee alone, as it was.

''--'I want the world (you) to read that book as well.''

　So, he called out to the Sith, who were motionless in the rear guard, to mimic not only Kanami and Rustyala, but also the 'ones who steal reason' who were enemies until today.
　Instantly, the Sith's expression changes. They look at me, who recited the poem, and are surprised - and even more so, they look at the empty space behind them and shout while paling.

'Hi, step back!　That's enough!

　With their instructions, the knights faithfully interrupted the fight and took their distance at once.

　Like the first, they refrained from surrounding me.
　The knights' expressions are grim, and they seem to sincerely regret not being able to achieve results in the current time.

　I'm sorry for many things.
　But today, I'm going to face the Sith alone.
　I'm staring at the Sith, and for some reason, I'm not sure why I'm staring at her, and she's complaining to me.

''It's funny. I was told that your sword is at the level of a common knight.

　I'm in the middle of a struggle, but I'm a swallowing guy.
　But I dare to talk to him, wondering if I'm the same kind of person who drinks too much.

It's because of the magical prosthetic arms and legs you taught me. The more I use it, the more I'm able to apply it in many ways. Heh, look at that. It's amazing.

　As soon as he boasted of transforming his right prosthetic hand into a sword, the Sith lifted his hand to imitate it.
　The magical prosthetic hand, which looked as if it was wearing a large glove, was quickly completed. But the Sith couldn't move it as fast as a 'body art'. Even as he tried to change it into a sword shape, its blade tip was round and trembling like a newborn fawn.

''Hey, Dia. I'm not going to be able to do the same thing.
'I suppose. It takes an image, or rather an experience. I can do it because I've been working out for a long time, admiring the heroic tales I read about in church.

　The Sith could do it if they worked out.
　Of course, you can't do it overnight. There's a condition that you have to do image training every day and continue to train your sword.

　Sith seems to understand that, and he gives up on learning 'Magic Power Limbation' and speaks.

''I suppose. I know. I've been watching you work very hard and I've been watching you inside for a long time. You weren't suited to the sword at all, but you had a strange obsession and continued to work in vain, day after day. Truly, you are an idiot. A great fool.
'A weird obsession or ....... Sure, I kept obsessing, unlike Maria and the others. I wasn't handy enough to change my way of life (class) along the way, even though I knew I should focus on magic alone. ...... Only, I don't regret a single thing. It's a good thing that I don't have any opportunities for close combat now.

　Finally, I piled on the bragging by creating a muffled force hump on my left arm.

　That said, things are as good as they get, I think to myself.
　For the record, I'm inferior to Maria even in close combat.
　This is because Maria is extremely good at long range fire magic and the byproduct of this is that she perfectly compensates for her weaknesses at close range.

　If you look at Kanami and Maria's outstanding strength top two, Sith's words are correct.
　The path to strength is undoubtedly to master one's strengths. And it's precisely because of my "weird obsession and continuous futile efforts" that I fell off that shortcut to the strongest.

　In the words of a Sith from the past, "I swung my status the wrong way.
　However, I have confidence and pride in the fact that I made a mistake, and I continue to hold the 'sword-shaped mass of magic power' - the magic sword.

Anyway, as long as this 'swordsmanship' exists, let's just assume that it's impossible to seize me.
''Dear, that's not 'swordsmanship', that's 'magical combat'. It's 'magical swordsmanship', even if it's a hundred percent. ...... Whatever it is, I'm pretty sure you've devoted your life to something useless. Originally, your magic power and divine magic was even more outstanding. There was even a chance that you could have been replaced by our Lord. ......

　The Sith looks unworthy and still goes on complaining.
　I guess she's right, since she was trying to be the 'Lord of the World' herself at one point.

　Then, the Sith removes his gaze from me and looks at a single stone pillar.

'We don't need weapons (vines). We can leave that kind of barbaric stuff to our men. At ......, my stalling is over. Just in time for my weapon to arrive. It is one of the four great lords of nobility who are cooperating with me on this final tale.

　A primitive man emerges from behind a nearby stone pillar.
　He has many wrinkles around his eyes and between his eyebrows, and he carries a short white beard. He is old, but his body shows no signs of weakness, and he is full of life and magic. The outfit he wears is an improved version of the knight's uniform worn by the young man nearby, with improved ease of movement. As if to prove that he was going to throw himself into actual battle now, the first man drew his sword from its scabbard.
　The Sith welcomed his majestic appearance.

''Welcome, Fenrir, the former 'Sword Saint' and the nineteenth head of the Aleiss family. I'm glad you arrived so early. ...... The other knights (all of you) please step away for a moment and pray for me and his victory. Those prayers will help me.

　It was the appearance of old Fenrir, my guardian and master of the sword.
　I didn't welcome his untimely appearance with a bitter face.

''Geez, it's old man. You're here.''

　After all, apart from Kanami, he has the world's best 'swordsmanship' skills, even if you include the three existing 'stealers of reason'.
　It is difficult to fight in many ways, so I would have been happy to be elsewhere, but the old man shook his head in disgust.

It's your fault I got an emergency call. I mean, I'm employed in this cathedral, so of course you're going to come out of it if you rampage here.
But you've said before that you're an honorary advisor and almost retired.
The honorary counselor's first order of business is in an emergency like this. Foolish disciple.

　At the end of the swallowing conversation, I reflect on my own ignorance, wondering if that was the case.
　The old man looks at it with a sigh, and as an older man, he gives orders.

'Dear. You are the adopted son of the Alais family now, and as your grandfather, I would advise you.　Come over here now and help the Sith master.

　He pointed the tip of his sword at me and gave me the reason for my family name.

　Once I was 'back home', I started calling myself 'Dear Aleis' at the urging of my friend Franlure.
　He told me to act on the basis of that Aleis name, but that's not the point - not only that, but that's why (・・・・・・), he pointed the tip of his right prosthetic sword at me and refused to do so.

'You know that, old man. What do you think I would do if I had an ancestor of the Aleiss family here?　That 'Stealer of Earth's Truth', Rowen Alais.

　I've never spoken to him in person, but I've seen him and heard about his personality many times from the Reapers.
　If that man who lived by the sword was in The End of the Tale Festival, he'd be doing something similar to me, even if the person he's picking up isn't a Sith.

　...... No, no.
　Now (...), Rowen Alais and his friends are surely doing the same thing.
　That's why I never backed down from a fight with the Alais family's grandfather.

"Master Rowen. ...... Haha ....... Do you still think you want to be a swordsman like that one?

　The old man continues to sigh.
　It's the same tone as when I was once a level one trying to go to the Confederacy, and it's somewhat of a stopper. So I give him the exact same response as I did then.

'Yeah, I still want to be one. The sword is my aspiration, my guiding light.
'......, but do you really think you'll be able to be like Master Rowen one day?　You have to look like that.

　A little bit.
　With the tip of the knight's sword, the old man pointed at my magic-soaked body.
　I respond to his rude manner by pointing back with the tip of my magic sword.

I believe I can be. ...... Of course, I'll admit that my 'swordsmanship' is an evil way of doing things, and I'm taking the long way around. But that's because I've got something else important to do, and it can't be wrong. This is still me, and I think I've been following my grandfather's teachings, you know?

　I reported to the first person who gave me the sword that I had followed the path correctly.
　Hearing this, the old man's face becomes as if he were looking at his helpless, selfish grandson.

　--even though the old man and I pointed our swords at each other, there was a sense of communication between us.

　It's like we've found a new 'we're all together' in a different way than I expected. But in the meantime, the Sith interrupted and cast a battle spell while blaming him for the warm questioning.

''Fenrir Arrais, there's no point in trying to convince him. If you're a grandfather, even if you're a righteous grandfather, stop your grandson Diah Aleis' murderous actions. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. --Magic.
''That is of course, Sith-sama. It's still my pride and life that I was a 'Sword Saint'. ...... And once the Founder is gone (・・・・・・) at this 'End of the Tale Festival' (・・・・), I'll be back to being a 'Sword Saint' again. More shameless deeds will be required.
'Yes, you're right: ....... That's right. When the Lord is gone ......, you're the 'swordsman' again.

　One thing was confirmed, and Sith's voice shook.

　The old man looked at the upset with cloudless eyes. Then, slowly comparing it to my appearance, ...... old man let out the biggest sigh of the day and walked away.

''Hah ....... Well, it's the 'end-of-town festival'.

　With the tip of his sword still pointed at me, the old man smiles like a predator that doesn't fit his age and carelessly closes the distance between us.

　Suddenly an uncommon chill rushes up my back and I shiver.
　The old man's magical power is not even close to my feet.
　But there was an alien and peculiarly intimidating feeling.
　While hitting me mercilessly with it, the oldest swordsman in the Confederation walks leisurely and continues to laugh belligerently.

"Hey, Dia, we're going to fight. "Hey, Dia, we're going to fight. It's hard to believe how much you've grown since the day I gave you the Sword of the House of Aleis. Let this short-lived old man have a souvenir from the underworld.

　I immediately say back, trying not to be put off.

'Oh, come on, old man. You're in a lot of danger when you're talking about me that day, aren't you?　I'm not just a 'sword saint', I've fought fierce battles against great people from a thousand years ago. I don't know if the old man who's been in hiding for a long time can keep up with my seriousness ......, I think it's going to be a little tough, don't you?
It's so rude, it's funny. That's why I like you guys at ......, you know.

　He muttered.
　The old man's body was shaken.

　Suddenly there was a haze, and then it was gone. But from experience I had caught the old man low and looming from the right. That assassin-like movement would have been completely lost on me if I hadn't been used to seeing it in Kanami and Lagune.

　And the old man's movements were so agile and sharp that it was hard to believe that he was old enough to want a souvenir of the underworld - and he was not.

d*mn it!

　Heavy.
　My body didn't make it in time, so I prevented it by bending the blade of the demon sword outward from its base and changing it into a hooked shape (hook).

　The demon's curved sword and the old man's knight's sword struck each other, sending a shock through the temple.

　Following that, the old man's knight sword scrambles as it slides across the surface of the demon sword and is aimed at my neck - as quickly as possible, I jump back like a spring by extending the length of my left prosthetic leg.

　However, at the end of that retreat, I quickly catch the old man approaching again in a low position.

　Fast.
　Our level is three times higher than theirs.
　You can say that the difference in status is an order of magnitude greater than that of the other side, since the "qualities" are also more than three times greater than that of the other side.
　However, the former "Sword Sage" Fenrir Arrais had the skills to make up the difference. His footsteps, reminiscent of the final match of the "Dance Tournament," greatly surpassed my "body art".

　But even my "magic limbing" is as fast as it gets.
　Even if the body can't react, the magic power still responds.
　The belly of the ever-transforming demon sword always goes ahead of the enemy's swinging sword to reach its destination.

　Hence, in just one breath.
　While I move a few steps, the old man moves more than ten steps.
　The knight's sword and the demon sword are clashing again and again.

　A high-pitched sound rang out incessantly.
　When the thirty-odd matches have been struck, the Sith, who understood the battle situation, shouts out.

''............?　--Oh, Alais!　That wiggling magical arm and leg of yours, striking it again and again!　I'll do the damage!　--Theon!

　Magic activated at a distance, and a bubble of light adhered around the old man's sword.
　The old man, ordered, replies shortly.

'--yes.'

　With the Sith's support added to the mix, we are struck again.
　But this time, after they bounce each other, my magic sword is slightly whittled away.

''Ouch, this--!

　The 《Sion》 caused the sword on the other side to reduce the magic power.
　Under the guidance of "The One Who Steals the Reason of Water" Hitaki, I have pseudo nerves running through my prosthetic arms and legs. So when a wound enters there, it causes a lot of pain.

''Yes, that!　It's not safe for Dia to go after the meat, so use that magic sword to cut down on her magic!　Aim for the same spot over and over again, and you'll get slashed in time!　But it's best to make him pass out in pain!

　However, due to the care (and gentleness) of the Sith, the old man is able to block all of his rapid-fire aim.
　The instructions like a boss who doesn't understand the scene, the old man accepted with a bitter smile, "-- and moreover, I understand.

　The blatant aiming of prosthetic arms and legs began, making it much easier to fight.
　There was more room for sword fights.
　But instead, the pain transmitted through the prosthetic arms and legs piled up.
　Seeing me contorting my face, the Sith laughs out in triumph.

''Hmph!　You're the man!　Indeed, the Sword of Aleis is the sword that cuts out demons!　I've thought that was a really great family tradition for a thousand years!　With just one sword, he can avenge the demons he hates!

　The Sith clapped and praised him like a child as the old man used his sword to cut down on my magic.
　With that cheer on his back, Fenrir seemed to be unable to hold back his laughter.

''Ha, haha--''

　It must be cute and funny for a Sith whose knowledge hasn't been updated in a thousand years.
　I, who was recently adopted by the Alais family, have the same kind of smile on my face.

　After all, there are no family traditions left in the Alais family now, as Sis says.
　It's a good thing that you're able to have a good time with them.

...... So much for the prep work for now. I've gotten quite used to Sith-sama's unusual "growth". It's a good thing that I'm now almost at my prime body. Even though it's ......, it's going to be a pain in the ass to get past that magical barrier. Your body hasn't caught up with you, but your magic power is moving too fast, isn't it? It's a nuisance that reminds me of the one in Kaikwola.

　The old man thrusts his sword roughly into the floor and then waves his hands in a dangling motion.
　I can't afford to lose, so I give him a jerk of the neck and say back.

I'm done with my preparations, too, I suppose.　It's about time I got used to the old man's speed and footwork.
'............. ...... You're being serious. Haha, being young is seriously good. Growing up really fast in the old man's sense.

　He doesn't seem to think my words are strong.
　The old man continues to critically observe everything about me, gauging my strength and analyzing it without a hitch.

　As a result of his analysis, he slowly began to roll up his sleeves and roll up his arms.

I don't want to be stingy in the slightest. After all, it's the last day of the festival.

　Nearly a dozen bangles of various sizes were exposed on those wrinkled yet muscular arms.

　Obviously, they were all expensive magic tools.
　From among them, the old man selected one, placed his hand on it, and through his magic power, crushed it.
　The 'magic formula' inside was activated, and a breeze arose from the old man's feet.

　It seems to be an auxiliary system, not an attack system.
　Amidst the wind that seems to increase the speed further, the old man sternly announces.

'Dear Ares,' he says sternly. I'll show you the Sword of Aleis, which is different from your ancestors' (Lowen). --It's the complete opposite of the Sword that Breaks Demons. Therefore, you should know that there is no way to reach the Sith master.

　He called me Aleis and swore an oath to defend the Sith to the death, not to capture or overthrow me.

　From the change in language, I could tell that he was serious.
　And with the oath sworn, the wind that was blowing around became even stronger.
　The open windows in the temple were not enough to allow the wind to escape, and the building began to shake as if it were shaking. A large crack appears in the stained glass windows that let the sunshine shine through, and the knights who are blocking the escape route around them are upset.

　It looks like he's going to use special magic, but the wind magic countermeasures have been prepped a lot with the liner.
　Any magic (thing) will not be a perfect first time - and when I was optimistic that it would not be a perfect first time - that reading is far off.

'............!　Na......!

　The wind blowing told me everything without hiding the answers.

　The wind pressure pushed my body backwards. That's all (・・・・).
　Contrary to my expectations, the wind did not strengthen the old man's body or his sword, nor did it turn to attack, such as the invisible blade.

　It just filled and circulated throughout the temple.
　Just the 'magic of the headwind' that was constantly blowing.

　From that choice, I feel a strong will to absolutely protect the Sith.
　At the same time, I could understand that this is the way of the modern 'Sword of Aleis'

　--The only family motto is 'The Sword of Aleis will be the sword of the weak'.

　Therefore, the sword of Areis will protect your rear before the sword of Areis will cut off the demons.
　It is the complete opposite of attacking the enemy with all one's might with a single swing of the sword.
　The swordsman, Fenrir Arrais, will devote all of his energy to protecting his back.

　-- I thought it was one of the perfection of the 'magic swordsmanship' that I'm aiming for.

　Our gaze meets with the old man's eyes as we face each other.
　I really don't like the way his eyes seem to see everything I'm thinking.

　I solemnly declare back that I can never lose.

"'Swordsmanship (...) Fenrir Arrais, I will definitely go to the labyrinth with the Sith today. I'm not going to be the only one who has the ability to do this, but I'm going to use my sword to cut you down for being a swordsman. ...... I will definitely surpass you head on,

　Then the old man, with his back to the wind, made a strange excuse while drawing his stabbing sword - and was proud of it.

''No, let me tell you, I wasn't gifted in 'swordsmanship' either, you know?　If anything, I was also on the side that was laughed at for being a wasted effort ....... But if I followed the family motto of Aleis more than anyone else, before I knew it, I was called the 'Sword Saint'. That's me.

　I know.
　That's why my grandfather trained not only the straightforward 'swordsmanship' but also various skills such as magic and assassination techniques.
　Squeezing out all of his natural talents and wielding a sword with all his might to protect someone else is the Sword of Areis in my grandfather's hand. And if the Levantine meaning of 'sword saint' was not 'the strongest swordsman in the world' .......

　I got a glimpse of my grandfather's life, and I was a little jealous.

''That's cool, that line. Someday I'd like to say something like that, too.''
Yeah. You can copy (crunch) all of today's stuff. ...... Only if you can beat me and Kanami-sama in this 'end-tan festival'.

　He laughed and said, "If you can go beyond, go beyond," and the old man started to move.

　He began to move lazily, as if he were walking. But with a refined gait and the force of the wind, it was fast and sudden, as if he were looking at a deceitful picture.

　Crack, the swords touch each other.
　Before I knew it, my prosthetic hand and the old man's sword had collided and the battle had resumed.

　And unlike earlier, it is accompanied by a strong headwind.
　It's hard to move.
　But not fatally so.
　On the contrary, it even had the advantage of being easy to retreat. If he wanted to go down, he could go down to the entrance of the temple in one breath. But the true value of this wind magic would be to drive the opponent who keeps retreating like that into an impasse. Taking retreat out of the choice, I continue to face the headwind.

　In the midst of such a particular sword fight, the word that comes to mind is "hard to fight" rather than "strong". Most importantly, it was the word "unscheduled".

　Honestly, today I was thinking that if it came down to it, I could just ignore everything and forcefully kidnap the Sith.
　The old man's eyes must have seen through my sloppy plan early on.
　The success rate for kidnapping is low in this headwind field.

''d*mn it ......!

　What's more, it's the chemistry between the Sith and the old man.
　With the overly beautiful vanguard and rearguard completed, the old man complements his wealth of experience and skill, while the Sith complements his inexhaustible magical power and strength.

　Hence, it takes a lot of work.
　The two types of swords continue to strike each other fiercely.
　The marble floor, which they both stepped on, cracks one after another.
　The magical wind continued to build up and finally the stained glass on the platform shattered and every window was forcibly opened.

　In the aftermath alone, the cathedral trembled.
　The Sith at the back of the room quietly muttered as they struggled to follow the battle with their eyes.

...... A little different than I imagined. ...... but that's fine. In fact, it's more convenient for me, with my many sources of magic power, if it's a long-term battle. The longer I wait, the more reinforcements will come. The longer it drags on, the worse off Deer is without supplies--

　From now on, my enemies will be increasing more and more.
　If one of those reinforcements is the 'Celestial Knights', the balance of this battle will be upset.

　But by no means, it's not all bad.
　The longer it goes on, the more advantageous it will be for me.

　For example, I'm on my way to the Temple (here) now: .......
　A noisy friend almost popped into my head and I quickly drowned it out.

　In addition to that guy, I have many other friends in my life.
　Thus, the more noise I make in the cathedral, the more empty the hands of my other friends are.
　Of all of them, the empty hands of the two who were with me until yesterday should be the most important in today's attack on the labyrinth.

　Even before I came to the Confederation, those two were renowned as the 'Beastmen' that rivaled the twelve on the continent.
　I've been watching them closely for a long time, and I trust in their strength.

　That's why I don't care how much trouble I have to go through.
　You can continue to persist in the futile effort of forging a sword, even after this period.

　The important thing is not to use "foul play" against an old man, but to overcome it head on.
　And then, carefully, one by one, without leaving anything out, bring him or her into the labyrinth.
　Because that is my role--

　I've been entrusted by Maria and the others to conclude (...) the End of the Festival.
　In order not to betray that trust, I suppressed both my temper and my barbarism, and continued the prolonged battle - deliberately, I caused the Temple to shake violently.


◆◆◆◆◆ ...


　Feeling the tremor, the one who muttered was the knight Sera Raydiant.

''--Dear-sama has begun to move. Although the planned 'magic offset (counter magic)' cannot be confirmed, but people are gathering one after another in the shaking cathedral.

　The morning of the "End of Tan Festival".
　In the back alleys of a busy city, Sera was checking the war situation in the distance, with her ears, which had a more pronounced wolf's features than usual, on the ground.

　She was originally the most 'beastly' person in the United Kingdom, but after a trendy 'witch return', she was now the strongest 'witch' in the history of the United Kingdom.
　She concentrates her power in her ears and can hear all of the Allied countries.

　I told her, "Eavesdropping is my specialty, so you shouldn't 'witchdoctoring' just yet," but she didn't listen, "It's my mission to send Snow-sama back to you in perfect physical condition," and so before the battle she did the 'witchdoctoring' with only her ears.

　Sera-san, who was wearing a large cloak over her used knight's uniform, had a determined expression on her face.
　I also wore the same cloak, and underneath it I wore my usual sturdy clothes and the green armor 'Rui Fenrito' that I inherited from big sister Titi. In addition, he also has a large sword, the Brave Florite, at his waist.

　It's quite heavy equipment.
　But with my physical abilities, I should be able to move without any problems.
　In order to make it even easier to move, I take off the hood of my cloak once and tie up my long hair, remembering Titi sister when we parted.

　Among the enemies waiting ahead is the man who was my 'substitute' and mentor.
　He's a delicacy-zero bastard who has no qualms about grabbing a girl's hair and swinging it around, so I'll reduce the risk as much as possible.

　Then I put my hood back on and start walking down the street.
　I leave the alleyway and head towards my destination.

'So let's go ahead then: ....... Ah ....... By the way, it's a really nice day .......

　The blue sky spread out beyond the alleyway.
　The clear, cloudless sky reminded me of my hometown of "The Village of the Dragon King".

　I'm going to be able to fly comfortably today.
　And that too, with all my might.
　I'm not afraid of failure, I'm going to fly high and high.

　--Because now Snow Walker is free.

　Someone I love taught me that.
　So we head on.
　And we're going to return the favor.