150 A golden evening, far beyond

- The winning chance, I certainly should have grabbed.

The maneuver my friend launched was perfect, and it did help me defeat that earthy giant, and I hunted him down to the point where he was just one step away.

But the giant who gave me dirt couldn't be defeated, and it's still moving.

For one thing, it didn't come to me, but it would. I didn't have enough power to take down that dirt, so I stayed just one more step and hunt it down.

So I wished. He asked me to respond to Sacramento. I asked for it. Again, just one more time, to respond to my voice.

- Fulfilling the next moment, it was a world I had never seen before that I myself descended.

It's not in a long tunnel like before, or in a muddy darkness. I was supposed to be in the garden of Hadrias Mansion, standing in a place where Wheat Ho shines golden in the West, as if it were in a view in a Western painting.

"This place..."

Where the hell is it? Even looking around to find a way forward, the only thing that spreads is the wheat fields, and the distant mountain ranges are foggy and uncertain if there is even a foothold. Sometimes the wind blows stroke the wheat hoe, and yet, like a golden wave, it just goes out of its way and twitches.

Walk in and out of the way.

There are no markers to indicate ahead yet, but as you progress, you will eventually see a white Shi 'a (Azumaya) in the back of the wheat field.

Yet it was like a decaying ruin or something. If you come close, the bright white struts are broken, and they still have bright white cobblestones and ceilings, and chairs and tables.

"What the hell is this place..."

When you touch a pillar that just stands up even when it decays with a mouthful of confusion, it conveys a tingling sensation and a slightly tingling, weak current of pain.

The bright white strut also looked like a stone strut, but contrary to its prediction it was not a stone strut. Metal. Yeah, that was metal. Touch me. Yes, I understand. No matter how well I understood this, it was nothing more than because I felt it when I gripped Sacramento.

"Then all this white..."

Is this all that makes up Shi 'a the same metal as Sacramento's body? I look up at the collapsed strut, surprised by the strange material, which is metal while holding the appearance of white magnetism.

"- Whoa, I didn't expect a guest here. No, I'm probably more of a guest in this case."

What I heard from right around the corner was a young man's voice. Turning to the voice, however, a Nordic man with a single letter wound on his forehead was sitting on his back as he was stuck in Shia's chair.

How long have you been there? I certainly shouldn't have been here when I got here. He suddenly shows up here, but sits down as if he had been there all along, throwing his arms and legs out and relaxing there as he thinks.

The wounded man cut his blonde hair short and his eyes blue. Dressed in white military uniforms with armor everywhere, with white spears on one hand. And it brings together a vibrant atmosphere.

Only his left ear clung like an elf, and it was tripled and divided. The right ear belongs to a normal person.

"Ahh."

And it was the moment I realized it. I could understand it. This man says he's not human. To be human, but to be something else, something bigger.

But the man looks at himself from various angles in an intriguing way, elsewhere. When I was confused by the gaze that wasn't even worth it, I gave him an unexpected look and slapped my hand.

"Ho? You're a human lad. It's the end of the world to be chosen to be straight like you. It's been a long time since the end of the world."

The wounded man starts laughing at one person karakara whether the rhetoric he has spoken has even gotten into his bumps.

To such a man, myself,

"Um, you?

"Me? I own it. I guess that means you're here with the word 'before' or 'ex' - but I don't care about that. That's what I mean."

"That?"

"You have it in your hand now. That's it, that's it."

Looking ahead the man's finger pointed out, there was his own hand gripped firmly.

Without knowing it, he was making a fist grip. And the man's fingertips were apparently pointing into this fist.

When I saw a man snort and opened his fist, there was...

"Sacramento......"

"Yes, it's a crystalline sword Ishar cluster"

What was there was Sacramento, the mystical arm that helped me during the battle against Ilzar and against Glazillas. I used to watermark it and say it was outrageous, the weapon I got in this world, what it looked like when it was an ornament.

But this was kept dead in the temple of the Autonomous Prefecture. If you call yourself the owner, you won't fall for the man's words.

"The previous owner said he was dead..."

"Oh, yeah"

"Oh yeah... then what the hell are you here right now?

"Well. But like you said, I'm pretty sure he's dead. I still have my memories of my death here."

The man taps his head, temples, with his fingers all the time and laughs in a self-derisive manner. If you're just a little confused by its luxury and ease, the look on the face of a flipping man becomes something serious,

"Well, it's none of your business if I'm alive or dead right now. More than that, call me."

"Yes..."

The man recommended the chair of Shi 'a, where he lowered his back. The tingling metal feel and still tingling irritation rush up from my glutes.

The man, by contrast, lowered his back somewhat, seemingly unrelated to the word refrain.

"But what is it? This didn't happen to me when I was, but that's funny. Are they sometimes informed of many things in this way? You, maybe you're in the presence of something you're not, huh?

Ask the man who laughs slightly with a translator's face, frankly.

"Um, what about here?

"Right here? I don't know... I don't really know the details either. Is this the only place in the Astral Line, the end of the sword that Sacramento gathers, or the ultimate dusk of everyone getting there? I couldn't find out about it after all. However, I'm pretty sure it's where those chosen for the roots get to. Me and you are here. That's what I mean."

"Root......?

Sure, that's what Shuiming used to say when he was talking about Sacramento. He said that all the energy consumed in the world was the place to go and the key to saving the world from the thermal end.

"... what. Are you a pamper, too? What the hell is that? I don't even know how old you are. Did a kid pick you up without knowing anything? Oh, really, it's the end of the world."

"Um..."

"There, take a look."

When I don't understand the man's story and I'm confused, a man sighs loudly at the pretense and whispers his fingers. Ahead, there was a boulder black as if it were a palm stone in a cemetery.

"Is that a grave mark......?

"Stop tomb marking. Inscriptions. Inscriptions. He's not dead yet. He's got his name on it."

I walked away from the chair and stopped by to take a look at it, and it did mention the letters in Lapis blue on the black ground. Letters are written in various national languages, and there are two types: glowing and not. He was blinded by the pale remnants that appeared at the edge of his sight, and turned his gaze there.

"... this is my name"

The black inscription did mention Trinity II, and his name in blue, shining.

Then the man,

"That's what you guys call a paste of the acceptance announcement, and it's a booking form"

"Acceptance announcement and booking table?

"Yes, now if you die too, you'll go away. Swallow by a swirl of pale light. Either that or they'll be returned to the dusk well..."

I don't know what a man is saying. I know intuitively that I'm talking about something else, something very serious, but I couldn't do it right now, either to linguize it or to find meaning from it.

And

"Hmm. What the hell are you doing here? - No, this was a stupid question. He who comes here alive wants the strength to resist. You came here for help, too."

Exactly. I asked Sacramento to defeat what stood in my way and arrived at this place. Yes. Yes. If so, the man in front of you is surely the only answer.

Therefore, I asked.

"Um, I need you to tell me how to use this. I'm not free to use this..."

"To use it freely means too much to be perceived. Do you want to use it, do you want moves, or do you simply want Ishar Cluster's own sword magic? I don't know."

"... Really?"

You want to say it's too abstract. I accidentally drop my shoulder in a man's vegan words. Then the man got a frightened look somewhere,

"Come on, don't look like that. You're the swordsman who got this far, aren't you? You must have come here with one thought, too, huh? Besides, you didn't end up at the end of strength, did you?

"I really need strength to get past the threat in front of me. Whatever, I have the power to fight."

Yes, when he exhaled his true intentions without lying, the man sighed loudly as he touched his own ears.

"... shaggy. You must be tough on your hands - right. I'll give you one trick."

"Moves, is it?

"That's right. But... Hmm. The Circle Sept is still early."

"Ha ha..."

"Ma'am, it would be appropriate."

"Estrique?"

"That's right. The rest of Sacramento's abilities."

"What's left..."

Remaining cuss. I hear words I can't hear, and they stick to my face. Then the man smiled inclusively,

"I don't care what you do with the rest of it. This is a hell of a move if you try it right now. Which, lend him."

To the hand offered by the man, give over the Sacramento he had. Shortly afterwards, the pale and dazzling light overflowed, and its light took the shape of a sword, eventually changing into an Ishar cluster.

"Look."

With that said, he takes an attitude that can't even be described as a setup. It is an uncrafted outfit, but it is as if it protrudes the cutting edge into an invisible being.

And when you create a roughly invincible grin, the pale light is released from the pale gem of the Ishar cluster, the shattered blue blue blue (Lapis eudaix), and the two white magnetic rings floating around it move quietly.

When I wonder if the wind that has lost ground around me has begun to gather, the sound of a thin crack of ice starts to sound from around me with a pimp, pimp, and clump together, and as soon as possible, a number of columns of crystals stand.

What you want to be made is a giant pale crystal. The man sets his aim at the center of it and sticks out his sword. Then the surrounding crystals gathered to its tip with a blue lightning bolt and reached the center of a giant crystal.

The sound of each hand that blocks his ear is torn apart is scattered around with the shock waves.

Turning to his eyes, the giant pale crystalline columns were scattered, crumbling into space like fine ice (diamond dust).

"- Crystal sealed sword (Crystallios), jailbroken (Zeud las Ciaras). Seal your enemies in the crystal and crush them. Simple moves that don't require much ingenuity."

"This is Ishar Cluster's, Deep Righteous (Estrike) …"

Halfway stunned by the sight shown, suddenly a strong breeze blows through the wheat fields and the surrounding scenery begins to glow. That's like, a precursor to waking up from a dream.

"- Whoa, that sounds like your time already. If you do what you do, do you mean you're used? I don't really taste like saying goodbye at the end of the role..."

"Oh, time!

Is it over now? That's not all I want.

When you think so and you put a rush on your face, it's still like the man is guessing,

"Don't be so anxious. Simple story. If they're strong, you can bust them with something stronger. That is the norm in the world. Oh, shit. Your dick did the meal to end the puppet game, didn't he? All you have to do is do your best."

"How could you..."

"That's not what you care about right now. Ma, Sacramento is a sword that rips apart phenomenal events. The only thing that can't be torn apart with that sword is the bond between people."

That's what the man says, and he's laughing joyfully. That hit him with the anxiety he was still staring at in his chest.

"But this time it's not that simple."

"Are you still anxious that you're not serious about that doll?... Oh man, think about it, huh? It's gonna take a lot of work to get it back together once it's flaky, right? Then we're talking about knocking it down before the hassle is done. As we just did, before you poke Sacramento, quarantine him with crystals and knock him down. That's it."

That's what the man says, and he trumps this story out of the blue. That reminded him of a question he hadn't asked yet.

"What is the self-proclaimed image (circle cept) that I just mentioned?

"You'll find out soon enough. Want it if you don't have enough strength. And listen to your inner voice. More than chosen from the roots, the roots will always meet your thoughts."

That's what the man says, he gives me the Ishar cluster he had. When the man deposited it in his own hand as he pressed it, its appearance gradually began to glow.

A dream awakens, and the characters of that dream are also such signs that they will be gone.

"Please wait! I still don't know how to use this as a weapon!

"Don't you know that too..." the man sighs with a mixed twitch as his sumptuous body.

"I'm only gonna say this once, okay? Listen to me."

And

- Crystalize into the brilliant brilliance of my Lapis, Sword Spirit. Crystal sword, outgoing summons.

"When you crave a sword, you can say so"

"Departure, summons..."

"That's right. If you answer that to your inner voice, he'll be a weapon."

The man hoisting his mouth with a grin turns his back like he's done getting home. And I pointed my finger in return as if I remembered what I forgot to say,

"Let me give you one last piece of advice, okay? You could be swallowed up in a hell of a fight from now on."

"A hell of a fight? Is this a battle between demon kings and evil gods?

"Unfortunately, that's not it. It would be like a demon king or an evil god - if you worked hard, you could defeat him, but what I'm saying is more outrageous."

"More outrageous... stuff?

What the hell is more outrageous than an evil god or demon king? Confused and stuck in words, the man,

"Maybe. There was a little confusion between me and you. Maybe the world I was in and the world you were in is something different. If it wasn't, it would be tough."

That's what the man says, waves his hand flashly and walks out for the other side of the wheat field. To him like that, he chased himself again.

"Um!"

"... is there anything there yet? It's over, isn't it?

I asked him, in return for trouble,

"Um, I say Shining Trinity! Tell me your name!

He said the first question he had to keep was the last one. When he yells at Alankari, the man rounds his eyes with surprise - exploding laughter as soon as possible.

"Ha ha ha!! Oh, yeah! Right! Sure, he's important! - My name is Risea Lubern. You don't mind if I forget? You don't need a name anymore."

"Thank you, Mr. Risea! I will never forget your name!

"It's Knight Risea. If you're gonna use my name, call me that way."

Knight Risea, so abandoned, walks out again. Eventually his appearance will also be in the pale light with the wheat fields and dusk.

- Say hello to my partner. At best, use it well. "

At the end of the knight Risea's words, Trinity's consciousness was swallowed by the pale light again.