Chapter 200: Fierce Fight (2)

A year ago the Magician Diabolic she met in the courtyard. That appeared on Earth, she obtained information of attacking Leas and the newcomer. No good, must go help, thinking. ’Truly? The likes of Doris Stan? Can help?’

But the already broken useless Doris raised a shout. You who could not even understand the heart of the other party you thought an equal friend and thoroughly cornered? Think able to protect a shining star? Despite ruining everything! Reason is saying. Should move, with her impossible, must help or ruin. With Leas’s personality cannot overturn that situation, therefore quickly. But emotion paints over that kind of reason. What flashes back is that day, the instant stabbed by Meldiana in the courtyard. If that passes the mind already no good. Only able to kill the voice and cry in her own room. (Therefore that day.)

The instant he appeared. Seeing the figure of the Vigilante who overturned the friend’s ruin she obtained two emotions. The first is favor. Thank you, thank you, thank you for helping Leas. The second is self-hatred. See, as I thought she alone was no good. And yet what was she doing in this kind of place? Why did she do nothing? Something she could have done? Ah. Truly herself Doris is a hindrance. A good-for-nothing who only shouts complaints whether moving or standing still. If that hard better die, if becoming an empty vessel she would act a better personality. But the heart remains broken, remaining as wreckage. She cannot help wanting to cut that which scatters noise in the head like a broken speaker. Same at Knight’s time. Why did she end only by contacting the newcomer, Knuckle? There were things she could do? Why, why, why? Ah. About to vomit. Even if heading to rescue what can the likes of you do? Despite understanding comrades are in a pinch why did she do nothing? The noise of antinomy is constantly overflowing, precisely because of that thinking next time properly do, but the heart shouts can this kind of herself do something. In that kind of investigating Doris understood this raid. Its intent. (Movement of dividing Sacred and finishing the Vigilante. Atel...)

Must help. The instant she thought so the body moved. Because him however he struggles is lower rank than herself Doris. The shout of what are the likes of you saying is now small, and she was able to somehow move. Actually Atel Octo was a man sloppy in various besides the lowness of combat ability of course. Strange to a degree the identity not exposed earlier, strange to a degree why able to fight with this degree of ability. And she ends up holding a sense of superiority, and at the same time hates that kind of herself. Even though she understands he is desperate. Even though working hard even if unable, saved everyone. And yet she is better than that? What a shameless, die. He is doing well, doing nothing, unable to do anything, far far more than the likes of herself. ’Therefore please. Doris Stan. ’The strongest Sacred in the work’, Sacred Arrow.’

Therefore. When she heard those words she thought an auditory hallucination. The head confused hearing an absurd word like game world fabricated words convenient for herself? But he was serious. Seriously. Wanted help from Sacred Arrow, came asking. With me already impossible, help, lend power, please, that way. (Ah, come to think of it.)

The decoration peels, the exposed broken wreckage is staring at the tentacle Vigilante as if clinging. There were times she cooperated with everyone, but this way facing and told ’must be you’, ’want help’ was the first time maybe. Happy, ’precisely because of that’ no way that, whether her head went crazy, or desperately thinking whether there is some back in these words. But in the words of him facing and asking no lie was seen. If saying the true heart she wanted to cling. Use up as you like, dispose as you like. That fine, I will do anything, because as the words say, please, please, please. The broken junk’s heart shouts. Shamelessly, at the place of dust who ruined both fight and friendship. Even so able to keep up the surface was because she is Sacred. If she exposes an ugly appearance the value of other everyone also falls. Therefore even plating must behave as ally of justice someone. And now. "Please, lend power...! With me cannot do an imitation of leading everyone and fighting...!"

Atel Octo shouts. To go under Leas, leave this place. The broken heart is still shouting. The likes of you? Think able to fight the opponent who beat Knight this far, the princess who became an enemy? Conceit beyond! Because that kind of thing you dropped both friends and the duty as Sacred! Ah, but. The feeling of ’you can do’ directed straight stopped the body’s trembling. (What for are you standing here? What for have you been desperately keeping up Sacred?)

At least not to forget herself in this place? Yes, still she cannot believe herself Doris, but even so she wants to respond to that trust. "...U, n... no need to be said! Atel, that child please!"

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Arrow continues releasing arrows. Making the twin tails flutter, while running through, one shot, one shot. That strengthened by Knight’s flames and power also increased, but Alter while weaving lightning speed knocks away with the spear, the princess receives with raw defense without defending. The current state her attacks not reaching even one. But Arrow’s heart was quiet as if calmed. (Even becoming that appearance the princess’s ability seems original. Alter probably not using light that much regarding defense. The right arm contacting the holy spear aside, others almost remaining darkness. The remaining all diverted to attack and ability as Sacred. Exception is the eyeball. Charm countermeasure maybe? For only that the magical power poured seems much.)

While running, while attacking, she analyzes the other party’s suited or not. Currently since Knight is not in full condition frontal match disadvantageous. Then search for an opening to enter that surely exists in those two distorted. Yes, distorted. Alter transplanting light and forcibly operating of course, the current princess also. The figure of the princess of the correct path fighting style originally fighting for justice someone swinging the sword as desire. Ah, certainly weaker than the time of the last mock battle. A warrior is an existence fighting with the trinity of mind skill body. And yet the current princess is largely collapsing the balance of the heart. The fighting way of swinging the holy sword as emotion is fierce, but the movement is rougher than original.