"It's when the Void game is already starting, all you have to do is wait for Nilsh to hear from you... Soon, soon, Sialisa, my time and yours will begin..."

An empty, dark room with sun slipping through a small window.

When he drops his eyes on a luxury watch by the window and learns that he is around the start time of the second game, Yorzev distorts his mouth with disgust.

From Cialisa, who is incarcerated in the same room, he was admired for his disgust, but without breaking his attitude, he deepened his flavour.

"Until such a child… even if everyone in the world does not realize your conspiracy, and everyone in the world tries to affirm you, I will deny without forgetting the facts I have seen here for ever. Coward."

Next to Cialisa, the detained Lunaquin had fallen unconsciously.

A glance at the two made Yorzev laugh at finally being impatient. They are here - because it seemed like something that promised him victory and a future.

"A person's love is a pain in the ass... see, Django at your place, he didn't think of you until the end and got his hands on you. Looks like he's still asleep in the intensive care unit."

Cialisa's temper was so sunk that she couldn't feel her usual elegance.

I just couldn't help but gloat over the future of that child...

If only I had the strength to cling to this man, if I hadn't been imprisoned...

What she thinks was about the godchild.

Seeing what was in her heart like that, Jorzev went on to say "Not at all..." in an awkward manner.

"It's your fault. If it had been mine from the beginning, this would not have happened."

"I am with you…"

"With its beauty also mentioned, above all, the blood muscles of the Westerian royal family and the ability of Saint Blue Photon… deserve above all this as my bride who will eventually be Marshal of the Federation. This is my destiny and yours."

"I will never marry you. Even if it's your father's decision."

The Ordian family is one of the most prestigious in the country, having assisted the national government while subjecting it to the status of prime minister of the Westerian state before the war.

Although he lost his position in conjunction with the departure of the Westerners due to the opening of the war, the man who was then Prime Minister had an extraordinary brainchild on the federal government and remained in the Confederate army.

When we produced outstanding bureaucrats and military personnel as a prestigious family lineage, we dragged into what could be considered immovable status within the Federation.

Finally, some explicitly state that 'even within the Federation there is influence, and if our people move, the Federation moves'.

One of the sons of this sectarian house - the one who followed the governor and became the next head of the household - was a man named Jorzev-Ordian.

In fact, he also has an extraordinary talent not to be ashamed of the blood muscles of a famous family. It was revealed in colour, not as a brainchild against bureaucrats and politicians, but as a photon capable man for military personnel.

Since I was in my early twenties an instructor who on average would have more than a mid-thirties knighthood class, I have been in this position for more than five years without a certain track record of dismissal.

"But a teacher is a terrible thing. Don't you agree, Cialisa... when I was a student, I had more power than an advanced knight class. All the cunts of the same age who can't even train busily, they pull their legs off even when they compete in militant festivals, losing their first battle to the Empire guys. Totally, really crap."

"That's how you've lived looking down on your surroundings, you dry, pathetic person..."

"That's right... because people like me were born in a time of truce with no battlefield or nothing like this. There was no civil strife, and there was no other way to achieve merit than this amulet of a child. I hate you so much."

"For such, nonsense, take Django... to the godson of Lord John..."

Since the ceasefire, there had been feeble fewer places for military personnel to be active.

When it comes to military personnel in modern times, they are being recognized as something of a convenience store, such as controlling crimes occurring in the country, as well as undertaking escorts and security from military dependants to civilians, etc.

Even if we do our best to get a promotion, we have to keep up the trouble and the time.

Without the battlefields we should be, there are few other avenues to engage in them.

"As a faculty member who has made a new career today and raised students to compete in militant festivals for six consecutive years, I will return to the Federation to take my place... and I need you after that. If I were to marry a Westerian bloodline... hehe, that would be nice, you'd have a foil on you."

"I..."

"As you know, my house and yours are old friends and intimate. Your house, which is on the verge of collapse, will be restored to this marriage. Your father wants his promise to be fulfilled... he told me when we met at the party, please be close to my daughter... haha I guess he thinks it's awesome"

"Stop... already... like this..."

The Ordian family has a policy of 'the clan should gain status without merit'.

Out of self-esteem for the birth of a famous family, Yorzev doesn't intend to fall for a single soldier. That's why he became an instructor at the Knight Training School, from a Confederate soldier.

Raising students to compete in the Martial Arts Festival is indisputably one of the great achievements. If you have the strength to eat at the top of the Confederate army, all you have to do is show your track record and be recognized for strength.

And another hope is to make the world aware of the blood muscles that can be proud of as the next principals - whether they will give up their outstanding offspring later.

"It's about the end of the game...... hey cialisa, don't worry, I'll make you happy"

"I am... I am..."

They catch up with my heart, and Cialisa snorts at me.

Kneeling by her side, Jorzev pinched that jaw and pressed it up. "Oh man," he shrugged his shoulder as he watched the tears flowing from his angry eyes quietly pass down his cheeks.

"Almost there... Soon, Sheareeza..."

"No more..."

Cialisa had also lost her temper as she behaved.

This man's ambition will one day make a lot of people unhappy......

No one can stop this man anymore, I am with this man...

No, no, no, I'm not... someone...

With a heart full of despair, she wished - that was the time.

The next moment, the noise arrived on the spot.

The uzu dark room ceiling, which was visible over Yorzev's shoulder, disappears in Cialisa's sight.

A blue and white storm following the rest left only their surroundings and turned everything from nothing to dust. By the time it subsides, the scenery is turned, with coniferous forests across the street, blue skies over the head and lakes on the back.

The wind pushing through the air that was staring swayed her hair and plucked away the tears that had accumulated in her lower eyelids.

"Yes, what the hell..."

In an instant, the fort disappeared.

By Jorzev and Cialisa, who were bewildered, someone appears as if they were traveling instantly.

It was Nene with the alias of Divine Speed who preached this speed.

"For the last minute!

"Damn......!?

With a strong knee kick in the side from Nene, Yorzev rolled hard off the ground from his head.

"Oh, Mr. Cialisa, are you okay? You'll want to get into a lot of things, but now you'll give priority to our students. Ask John about the situation............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Nene, who untied Lunaquin and lightly carried him, leaves him with a quick mouth. The reaction that Cialisa was able to make was just to make her mouth pucker - that was all in a moment.

"Hey, what do you mean?!?

Jorzev quickly heals his crushed cheekbones and yells at Nene, who has already run away.

I didn't drink well, but I thought it was natural that the harm was done and the plan was interrupted.

"Hmm. Is this photon unmistakably real? There seems to be a slight disturbance... oh, is the example ring causing this? No, you're safe..."

"Dear John... Is this you?

From the wind, one walked in with a reassuring, joyful, gentle complexion.

The students involved in Yorzev's conspiracy - it was John the instructor.

"Oh, why are you here!?

Jorzev is terribly jealous and asks questions.

"I said third-rate work, but it's something that I think has been dancing to... my students are being struck by the Lord's conspiracy. Well, as a teacher, I suppose that's too much, huh?

"... haha, stupid, you don't know the time? It's already been twenty minutes since the game started, what a long time the game is over!?

Even if Jorzev laughs at me coldly, John's attitude doesn't change.

Rather, from his mouth, which looked gently into the sky, it was spilling like this, as if he could see the result or something.

"Well... I don't know about that"

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