It's a good idea to take a look at a few of the most common types of shoes and boots. It's a good idea to take a look at a few of the more common ones. In fact, it even feels good to be able to support that weight right now.

　Dried blood sticks and stains the floor of the Great Temple. His nose, which had been sensitive to the smell of iron, seemed to have become numb and useless.

　The open wound on his shoulder coughed up blood, as if it were tearing at Kalia's nerves. The breath that escaped her lips was so hot it almost burned.

"Can you stand? I can't afford to help you right now. My owner is very heavy.

　Erdis says, letting out a breath even deeper than Caria's. Her blue eyes snapped slightly wider.

I hate it. I'm a descendant of elves who run through mountains and forests. My legs won't fall apart over this.

　As he stood up, Erdis's complexion was far from perfect. Her gait was that of an exhausted soldier. I don't think she is the Queen of the Elves.

　Kalia didn't know much about necromancy, but at least Erdis had put everything she could wield into this man. Then it would not be so easy to walk anymore. And yet he still wields his stubbornness, perhaps he has a similar nature to me, I think.

　However, even with all my stubbornness, the situation is not very good. In fact, it's the worst. Lugis looks like he's dying, and Elddis can't even hide the fatigue that's building up in her body.

　I think we should retreat. Kalia half-closed her eyelids and bit her lip between her teeth. Her heart was about to burst with regret.

　What had happened here, what had been done here, Karia had no way of knowing. The only thing he knows for sure is that Lugis has stepped into some kind of danger.

　Yes, he must have stepped into it as a matter of course, as lightly as he always did.

　It's bad. It's not the situation. It's that I wasn't there for Lugis at the time. She had never felt regret in her life, but she could at least call it what she felt now.

　At first, Kalia was convinced that she had done the best thing. She thought that biting off Garrus Gargantua, the natural enemy of Lugis, would do more for Lugis than anything else.

　That's why he wielded his silver sword and tried to stitch the jaws of that fierce beast.

　But what about the result? Unbeknownst to me, Lugis is licking the Reaper's fingers and embedding iron into his body.

　Nonsense. Nonsense. What are you doing? Unknowingly, Kalia bit her back teeth as if to chastise herself. Her white teeth made a dull sound as if they were about to shatter.

　This time, I know better. I understand it deeply, down to my very core.

　No matter how much you think you've done your best, no matter how great a path you've paved, sometimes Lugis still goes astray and lets himself fall.

　In other words, leading the way as a guide is completely meaningless. In any case, if I don't watch her with my own eyes, she's so dangerous that she'll disappear soon.

　So what should I do? Simple. You have to back off. Hold it tightly so it never leaves.

　No, it doesn't matter. Isn't that what a shield is supposed to do? If he won't take my hand, then all I have to do is bite him.

　While supporting Lugis' body, I grasped his hand. The rugged hand seemed to have grown again since the time when he had dredged himself from that house. His silver eyes slowly narrowed.

　At any rate, I have to leave now. I have some reservations about taking Lugis out into the snowy mountains in such a state of disrepair, but it's still much better than lying here.

　You can't even pull out the white blade that's pierced deep into his body here.

　There were a number of problems. One was whether Lugis' strength would last. Where was the enemy that had caused all this devastation? When it bared its fangs and showed hostility towards me, would I be able to forcibly bite it to pieces now?

　And there is another problem, or rather concern.

　Where is the Fialat-La-Borgograd that was with Lugis?

　Kalia looked around in the darkness with her silver eyes running fast.

　She knows and believes that he would not have left Lugis so easily. If anything, she thought, she should have been standing beside the bloodied Lugis. It's more natural.

　But no matter where I looked, there was no sign of her. There was something else. Something that would make that woman bend the knee. Kalia bent her fingers lightly.

　It was about that time. That's when the sound came.

　--Oh, where are you going? My darlings.

　Such an ear-piercing sound at first. Then the next thing I heard was something big crumbling. It sounded like something unimaginable had fallen to the ground.



　Silver and blue looked at each other as if to indicate. Then they looked at the source of the sound, the temple.

　After letting her eyes take in the scene, Kalia stopped and said with twisted lips.

I see, I see. So that's the culprit.

　Kalia muttered to herself without conscious thought. It was just a hunch, with no basis or reason whatsoever.

　Yet, somehow, the words seemed to be right. At least, Kalia's heart didn't doubt it in the slightest. Her silver eyes narrowed as she stared at the thing in front of her.

　There was a scene that could be called strange itself. There was a crack running through the hollow itself. It was as if the space itself was being ripped apart, like a glass amusingly cracking its own body. The cracks kept widening and widening, and then another space was visible.

　At the end of that space, there was gold. A figure in the garb of a High Priestess, with her head of hair swept back. I knew her all too well.

　With a smile that seemed almost cheerful, the golden said.

I'm scared. Please don't stare at me with such a stern look. In the past, you would have shown me respect.

　The weightless sound of the strange voice was cutting away at Caria's earlobe. The strange voice's weightless sound chipped away at Karia's earlobes, and the string of meaningless words strangely pressed on her heart.

　In the dim darkness, only the gold appeared as if it had been cut out. What it was, he did not have to think about.

　Alueno, the saint of the Great Sacred Church. The atmosphere has changed considerably since we first met in the mercenary city of Belle Fain, but there is no doubt that the face is hers.

　I'm not sure what to say. The first thing you need to do is to look at your eyes. I'm not sure what to do. I'm not sure if it's a good idea, but it's a good idea. All the while, his eyes only pierced the enemy in front of him.

It's as if I don't remember. There is only one person in all the land I would show respect to.

　As he spoke these hostile words, Kalia felt sweat trickle down her spine. It was a strange feeling. She was just one person, a woman who had probably never been trained in combat.

　She couldn't be a threat. To me, cutting off her head would be like twisting the hand of a baby.

　And yet, I wonder why. Why am I being pushed by something like this to put my hand on the silver sword?

　It seemed that not only Kalia, but Elddis as well. Her blue eyes widened intensely, and she breathed more heavily. It was as if her whole body was taking in the oppressive feeling of an approaching tsunami.

　Out of the corner of my eye, the saint smiled and said.

There's nothing to be afraid of. Happiness and salvation are here. Now--come here, my dears.

　The saint's lips quirked in amusement as she reached out her hand lazily.