It was my brother's influence that led me to watch the attack videos.
　My brother seems to have been influenced by my father to start watching them.
　My mother didn't seem to like it much.

　The older brother and sister both admired the [Brave Man].
　And both brothers and sisters became 【Brave Man】 at the age of ten.

　It's impossible to tell them not to aim for it.
　A cool brave man who made my heart tremble through the screen.

　You can't blame me for wanting to become one.
　But both me and my brother tried to make my dream come true and failed to achieve it.

　To be honest, I don't want to remember how I felt at that time. It's a bit cliche to try to describe it, but it still felt like the end of the world.

　So, to put it that way, it was my brother who created the world anew.
　In this new world, there are people who admire me, yellow cheers are coming from all over the place, and I'm a beautiful, gentlemanly 'White Silver Prince'.

　But that was the effect of the mask my brother had prepared for me.
　It was Boku who made the effort to act in accordance with his role, but my brother wrote the script.

　What's wrong with that world? There's nothing wrong with it.
　Not visibly.

　The customers are happy, the people are happy, there's a lot of money in the bank, and I'm getting good results.
　The only problem is that I'm not satisfied.

　In sports, sometimes the most popular players move to a different team because they want to move up.
　They may do so because they want to move up, or because it's something they've always wanted to do, or because it's something they've always wanted to do.

　Some fans will support him and others will criticize him for betrayal. I don't know which one is right. Is there such a thing as right? If there is, who decides?

　All I can say is that those players thought about it all by themselves and made the decision on their own.
　It's not that they can't think about what their teammates and fans will think. It's not that I couldn't think about what my teammates and fans would think, it's just that I thought about it and decided for myself.

　What I lacked in strength of mind was the strength of heart.

　It's always been there in the back of my mind.
　I couldn't bring myself to mention the party to my brother, who had achieved the result.

　That day. The day I visited Leme and Mira's room.
　I cried when I talked to my brother. I was so sad.

　I felt like my brother had changed.
　I'm not going to deny him a successful party. It was a process.

　We wanted to be brave. We've had our setbacks, we've had our setbacks, we've had our rebirths.
　But it's not to become a popular party where you can make a lot of money.

　In order to be like our dream guy someday, we need to be seen by others.
　In order for me to be seen, I needed to have a personality that was easy to understand and interesting.

　I had my own aspirations. I had a dream to be like the current third-ranked 【Magic Sword Hero】Hervor.
　There is. I still have that dream.

　You had that dream too, brother.
　The brave man you admired, the dream you aspired to be.

　--It's time to grow up. You're not getting paid for being the brave man you want to be.
　-- 'I can't live without money. You chose this as your job. The results are in. Stop being childishly selfish.

　I thought to myself that day.
　So, my brother Phil had grown up.
　He was the same as when he was the only one watching the TV.
　When I turned around to look next to him, the boy who was just as excited about the battle of the brave is gone.
　When I thought that, I felt sad.

　But I'm sure it's not the same.
　I don't think his thoughts spoken towards Belito were false.

　So he lightly affirmed his sister's dream, living in the present to make amends for his past?
　That's much sadder, but there's also one redemption on that side.

　That is--.

''Without the support of the [Black Mage], it seems that you can't use your great skill, right?

''It seems that without the support of the [White Knight], white silver won't shatter either.

　The battle was a stalemate.
　I'm going to attempt to attack with my white and silver arm, sometimes with my fist, sometimes with my weapon.
　But I couldn't break through the defense of the brave man.

　Furthermore, he deployed "Kongo" which covered his entire body with armor with a rock-like texture. He doesn't seem to like it because it looks like an artificial sub-beast/golem, but in exchange for his agility, his defense strength goes up significantly.

　On the other hand, he's also been unable to destroy my magic since just a few minutes ago.
　To be precise, the number of attacks required to destroy it has increased, and he now chooses to evade rather than destroy it.

　Marc is excellent, but the enhancement by white magic is comforting.
　But since it's magic, it's possible to increase its potency depending on the conditions.
　Narrow down the target and increase the magic power that pours out.
　With that, his attack power, which was originally only slightly incapable of shattering white silver, had managed to reach a range where he could shatter white silver.

　Reme interrupted it, and it has reached the present.
　My attack was not decisive, and his attack was one step short of reaching me.
　But I wasn't just wasting my magic power.

　It's not going to make any difference if you just throw everything you think about at Leme.
　If you want to become the person you want to be, you should at least think about how to fight to become that person and do it yourself.

　I'm ready.

"Mister Phillip, we're going to win this game.

"How can Marc defeat us when he can defeat Lord Leme?

　I can't even beat him, so what am I saying?
　I know what you're thinking.
　Leme has been a constant help to me.

　If our plan is correct, we can get the final push.
　But if we don't have that, we should at least try to win.
　A lot of people have helped me out in the past.

　Today, here, and now, at least for now.
　By myself.

　With this silvery white magic, Kongo and the regret he has.
　Crush it.

　A thin layer of silver clings to my right arm.

I'm coming.