Moluwehrd noticed a sudden change in his physical condition and suddenly turned his head to the right side, where he felt awfully heavy.
　There, a pitch-black sword blade was pierced deep into his right shoulder at close range.

''Ho!　Giaaaaahhhh, ooooh, my arm!

　The pain that stabbed deep into the marrow of his brain shut down all senses except pain.
　The constant stream of blood seeped into his clothes, making them heavy and lumpy. It was wedged so deeply into his shoulders and mouth that he couldn't get it out with a little shaking. It's a wonder the arms are attached to each other in this state.

　The lazy sweat that poured out of me was cold and had nothing to do with exhaustion. With no strength in my legs, I could only kneel down with a crunch and look at the wound that was too deep in my kneeling position as it was, wannabe and in pain.
　I can't wait to pull this dagger out, but I don't know what to do. On the contrary, if I moved my body even 1 mm, the pain would run through my entire body.

　I've never seen anything like this before. It's been a long time since I've even shed blood, and the fact that I'm facing death in the first place is unexpected.

　The vast amount of blood that seemed to be pent up in a puddle showed no signs of stopping, even now. It was as if the faucet had been covered with cotton.
　I can't even feel the blood trickling down to my fingertips.

''Hagiaaaaah!　Hurry up, hurry up, get the paramedics, wha, heal me fast.
Arsssssss!

　Even Vizayst's angry voice, which was almost a reprimand, couldn't shake Ars's consciousness as if.


　From his arm, which only dangled in the dalliance, Morweld raised his gaze to Ars, the source of the attack. His eyes, tracing the chains extending from the hilt of the knife, mingled with the boy's vacant gaze.

'Hee!　But wait. I-I didn't do anything wrong. I... I... I don't... I don't swear to do anything else. So, yeah. You have to pull this out of me. Help me, help me, you know, fix this. Viziest, you tell me what to do.　You have to protect me!

　His hands clutched at the sleeves of his clothes as if he were in pain.
　It was beginning to go numb, as if the right half of it had already been lost. As if that was the only thing that could help him, Morweld asked for help without any formality. It was a desperate plea as he spat out a splash.

　It was an irrational slap in the hand for what he was doing now and what he had done so far.

　Viziest looked down at this man with a blank stare. There was nothing to spring for the pathetic appearance of a man at the core of the aristocracy nestled in the military.
　There were no words to put to him.

　Inwardly, more than pity for this man, an inescapable self-loathing welled up in him. How far had Beric assumed that he would go? I guess he never assumed that Ars would even evoke the past.
　Right after he made a clenched fist.

'I'm uncomfortable.'

　Creepy words rang out softly in the distance. However, no one in this place could pick up those words.
　The clear killing intent was directed at one man, but it was inevitable that they all braced themselves on the spur of the moment.
　Viziest and Morweld turned their faces to Ars at the same time.

''--!
No......

　What the two men saw was not magic. So much so that even Morweld could easily imagine what was coming to him. The unconscious rejection moved his mouth as words as it was.

　A large, rippling chain, it was a sentence to death. Who knows what would happen if the waves were transmitted to the dagger that was bitten into it. The vibration that seemed to gouge open the wound with a chattering sound gradually became stronger.

　The teeth clicked and clicked erratically, and Morweld gingerly put all his strength into his eyes and meditated. The horror of waiting for that moment reached an extreme behind his eyelids.
　Regret always came only when the situation was inconvenient. At this time, Morweld regrets with a single-mindedness, as if he were praying to God that he does not want to die.

　But--.

　The sound of jangling and tangling chains resounds continuously.
　
　Therefore, the palm strike, which is far superior in power, causes the dagger of the Arsenal dagger to leave the shoulder and fly in the air. Instantly, the chain was pulled and returned to Ars's hand.

''That's enough!

　The wound in his side is slightly open, and Vizayst bites his back teeth with a guffaw. And once he let out a big breath.

'I'm a soldier if I'm going to kill this guy. I won't be able to overlook it. Of course, you're a soldier. Don't forget that, Ars.

　He swears while holding his hand on his side (you gave him a Texan healing, I'll complain about that later). You're out of absolute rest, so you're in no position to actually complain. Perhaps knowing this, Viziest immediately relaxes his body. The desire to sit down quickly was prevalent.
　But the reason I can think like this is because I am confident that no matter what the situation is, Ars won't turn to the enemy. Of course, it must be the unfounded confidence that Froese says it is.

　He points his thumb as if to point behind him.

''Don't worry. As for this guy, we're moving too.......!　Hank, you're out, you little f*cker with a lot of balls.

　He made a mocking face and Vizayst turned his gaze to the side to look into the distance.

'You're finally here. You're not good in your current situation either, get going.'

　The light returns to the eyes as if to switch that the battle is over as well as Ars, as Vizaisto's hands flutter with a sissy hand, sheathing the AWR and taking a glance at Noir, who is in a feverish state.
　Seeing that indecipherable expression, Vizaisto raises his cheeks.

''Leave it to me.''

　Vizayst told him to lead his mind, which was on either side. She would help.
　There were signs of change at last. It is not possible to close it down. It would mean a great deal to Ars, for helping her would mean a great deal to him.

'We'll have to help you.
　Ars, who politely bows his head, Vizaisto still only waves his hand with a flutter. Feeling deeply moved, of course.

''If she were alive, would you please tell her? ....................''

　Viziest nodded, "Okay. His face was still delighted, and I saw a definite difference between him and Ars when he was in the unit.　
　The reason he still hasn't retired from the army is probably because he wants to see Ars grow up like this, who is as good as his son.

　Beyond that, Vizayst does not use words. There is a tacit understanding that when Ars is in the unit, if he does not have a specific instruction, he is free to move around. That is probably why Ars did not open his mouth any further to Vizayst either.

　Vizaisto, holding his side and kneeling on one knee, checks on Noir's condition. His internal organs were damaged by the broken ribs caused by the Major General lying next to him with his white eyes. I'm no expert, but I'm close to bug breath.
　Soon, the troops Beric had released would be arriving, but they were on the verge of not being able to make it.


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　With his mind uncluttered, Ars saw it as a breakthrough. It's a good thing that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about the fact that you're not going to have to worry about it.
　It is not in the best interest of Ars and the squad to have a face-to-face encounter, even if it is the wrong thing to do. If you are looking at the backs of the alpha mages who are running away with their fingers, you cannot escape criticism from other countries.

　In the current situation, it is the worst possible outcome to be taken as defending the country.

　Confronting Ars head-on would only lead to more unnecessary casualties for Alpha. Of course, it will finally be impossible for Ars to back down, too. He is truly one of the criminals, both in name and reality.

　There was no time to catch a breath. Scratching the back of his hair with a wisp, he shouted, "Loki, let's go!
　Normally she would have come right next to me when the battle was over, but Loki stayed by Tesfia's side until I called her.


　Scrubbing and wiping away the tears with his sleeve.
　I take a big deep breath to quiet my mind and Loki says firmly.

'So much for you continuing to stand by him without any resolve. You understand, it's a different world. So...........no more......

　Loki found it hard to spin the words that followed. Because perhaps they were very far from Ars's intentions.
　The girls have already learned a lot from Ars. It may be that they will continue to........

　But if Tesfia and Alice were to take a step further from their student, they would have to know about Ars. Her reaction to seeing this part of the story could be said to be perfectly straightforward, but she couldn't help but feel somewhat lonely.
　It was probably because Tesfia had stepped into his realm that she was saying this. Even Loki noticed it. I noticed it.

　Because when the topic of engagement came up, Tesfia's expression was probably very similar to the emotions that Loki himself felt. I became convinced that it was so.
　That's why I had to say it. It's a pleasure to see even one more person close to him who can understand him before he's a romantic enemy, because it would be a joyful thing to feel a lightness in his heart.


''Then, Tesfia-san (,), goodbye (,), goodbye (,).
..................

　Tesfia had nothing to reply to that stranger's parting words. The horrific scene she saw rather than the information coming into her ears painted her thoughts.

　Then Loki ran and Tesfia collapsed from her knees without a word in return. Cicero's voice is distant from behind her, "Miss.

''Hahaha, ugh...''

　Instantly, I held my hand over my mouth. I would never throw up. For some reason, with a completely blue face, I refused to do that, even though I was determined to do so.
　It must be a small thing. No matter what I do, I know it's too late to do it now. But I had a feeling that what I was going to spit out wouldn't just be in my stomach.
　I was afraid I was going to hate myself.

　Loki's two words of refusal lingered in my mind. Because that's exactly what it was. The desire to reject me made me look away.

　I know. I know. It is a betrayal of me. It closes the world off to see only what you want to see and rejects what you don't want to see.
　I was just a lousy person to bask in the peace I was given. What it comes down to is that Tesfia couldn't get out of the sweet tub of peace even when she was told about it.

　What would allow Ars to kill a human being without emotion was something he could never understand. Still, it shouldn't be all about him.
　It must not be everything about him in the academy either.

　After all, Tesfia was frustrated now that she didn't know anything about him. So much so that she wanted to mock herself for her flimsy love interest.

　Tears pooling in the corners of her eyes distorted her vision, and Tesfia looked vaguely at Ars.

　Ars, who half-heartedly took a glance at us, looks somewhat pensive. He turned on his heel and once again didn't say a word to Tesfia.

　That's probably true, too. Ars himself thinks it would be best if he could live without knowing about this kind of thing.
　That's why no one has the right to blame Tesfia if she leaves because of this.

　However--.

　Tesfia makes a fist on the ground. He clenched it with all his strength, not caring if the dirt dug into his nails.

(Pathetic. What do I expect, I........)

　Was I expecting him to say something kind to me? I'm ashamed of myself for being so buoyant. What did I know about Ars, even if I said I liked him?
　And as soon as I found out, I was in this state. The more I think about it, the more I look like a petty person.

　The more I thought about it, the more remorse I felt, the more tears rolled down my cheeks. The more I thought about it, the more remorse I felt, and the more tears rolled down my cheeks.

　She wasn't allowed to chase after the back that was going, or even to reach out to it.