"...I will always wait for you." Under the girl's peaceful voice, the blue eyes that were close to the thin soul smiled. Holding him who no longer existed in my hands gently, tears finally rolled down uncontrollably, but a smile naturally appeared on my face. I didn't have the chance to say this, but - Understand the world, meet him, and know yourself. Now I can finally say it out loud, and I believe it. He spoke in a hoarse voice about the emotions that were welling up in him, his whole body trembling. "Avia, I love you." The last real conversation between the two Hun kings who swept across Europe in 400 AD has left no trace in any history, picture books or oral records. However, in that dark prison on the moon where even the gods could not grasp the whole picture, in the eternal loneliness, the last words of the two people did meet.
The man's name is Avia. The giant's name was Attila. ................... A glimmer of morning light appeared, illuminating the world. Taizu Long seemed to hear a cracking sound in his trance. In the red volcano, with flames flickering among the magma, Typhon woke up in surprise, and looked dazed as if he was looking for something. Here, there is still only the lava that has not changed from the past, and the heat that is still the same as before. But at a certain moment, she seemed to see a human figure in front of her, waving goodbye to her happily, and then disappearing. "Avia..." The girl at the bottom of the volcano stared blankly at the lava for a long, long time, then she curled up weakly and burst into tears. I just want to be together forever. As long as it's like this, it's enough. But no matter what, now she is truly free, just like when she first gained her freedom. ......... Time passed, and on the Scandinavian island, an unknown number of years had passed since that day. Facing the resurrected red dragon, the frail and old Beowulf fights alone. All the subordinates he brought with him have fled. Can he defend against the dragon's breath with his own body? Even if you can defend, how can you defeat the dragon? Where is its weakness? How much perseverance and difficulty will it take to pierce its weakness? Time passes so slowly, but there is plenty of time to think. Why am I fighting, why do I want to fight.
The enthusiasm of youth has long gone, and what remains is only the desire for stability. ".....No, I am the king, and I will take you with me even if I die!" The fighting spirit that had already disappeared was rekindled, and he recalled the memories of parting with his friends many years ago. Even though he knew it was a thing of the past, since he resolved everything with Avia and Siegfried that day, countless people on the island were enjoying simple happiness, and he would never allow this to happen. Even though this world is cruel, there are occasionally such wonderful moments. "Yeah, luckily I made it in time." The silver-haired man, who had also grown old, appeared in front of Beowulf and helped him slay the dragon. "Hey Siegfried, can you drink more than me now?" "I'm afraid not. I never really drank much." "Really? Never mind then." Siegfried nodded and looked at his friend. He said, "In that case, as we agreed before, let's fight naked and see who is stronger." Beowulf laughed in response. "Yeah, next time, if we have the chance, the three of us should still have a drink together." ........ Where there are encounters, there will also be partings. And so, after the last nightmare returned to Avalon, it put the changed holy sword back to its original place. On the sword, the memory turned into a seed, sleeping there forever, turning into a breeze to soothe everything in the world, returning the bound soul to spring, until it met the next spring of reincarnation. A flower bloomed beside the holy sword, a unique fantasy flower different from the native species. It moves with the wind like a repetition of memories, as if it is being told in a dream. Always sitting on the rocks and watching, and all this was surrounded by the sound of waves. Suddenly, she had doubts. Is the self in this memory a human being, or a nightmare? Or is it both? It doesn't matter which one it is, because no matter what, what you have there will always be surrounded by warmth, comfort and satisfaction. I still have this feeling, and because of this, I can recall it as long as I close my eyes. A good ending, a bad beginning, including both sides, repeating, repeating. I hope that the world that person left behind also has such sound of waves, and I also hope that the world he is no longer in is filled with new vitality, colorful and bright. "Fu." "Well, hey, what's wrong with you? You said that your master is always sleeping, so you want to go out for a walk? Oh, why didn't you say it earlier? From now on, you should stay with me." It may seem like nothing has changed, but it hasn't.
"Well...you said you wanted to be the ideal king..." One day, she listened to the choice of the blonde girl in front of her and felt a little confused, but she soon remembered something. So she said: "In that case, why not try to follow the footsteps of the 'King of the Wild Hunt'?" And after that, after a long, long time. After saying goodbye to the girl who chose to go against her own identity as the Holy Sword Knight King and live as a human being and become the 'Storm King', the white-haired girl who returned to Avalon heard a certain girl calling out to her: "Merry, can this really convey my voice to that great magician..." "of course." "Hey, is it true, really, Lady Merry? But there's no one in front of me?" "That's right. I don't know why, but I am speaking directly to your heart now." "I never thought I could receive a gift from the great magician! I am so touched!" "Well, this is only natural. After all, my reputation is well-known throughout the entire inner sea of the star. Everyone knows it. By the way, what is your name?" "Bradamante, the White Feather Knight, one of Charlemagne's twelve warriors!" Suddenly, when the white-haired girl heard the name Charlemagne, she recalled the conversation they had in the Alps in the past. This story happened because of this. The reason behind it is—— What exactly is it, and what kind of brilliance is it. ".....So, this is the gift you gave me." The girl murmured. "Hey, hey, hey, we've only known each other for a short time, but if Lady Merry gives me a gift, I will accept it without hesitation... Hey, Lady Merry, can you hear me now?" After breaking off contact with Bradamante, she came to the water's edge, invited by thousands of stars. In the warmth, the girl squinted her eyes and her vision became blurred. I saw the light, the light of blue stars. Why do I feel this way? Is it because the light and color remain the same? I thought the tears had already stopped flowing, but now there is no sign of stopping. There is no way to stop them. The tears flow and flow, as if they are dissolving everything in them and flowing away. However, they still cannot stop. Then he scooped the water reflecting the stars into his hands, and the scooped water flashed only for a moment before falling down like tears. Glancing at the boundless sky, she continued to scoop up water as if cherishing something. After the silence, the words I wanted to say failed to become clear sounds. no answer.
He was no longer here, she knew, but she couldn't help it now. "It's beautiful. This is a truly beautiful thing." I said what I had hesitated for a moment and kept searching, even if it took countless years just to say: "You still owe me a promise that has not been fulfilled." 【Name】:Avia 【Occupation】:rider [Attribute]: Neutral, Good 【Muscle Strength】:A 【Durability】:A+ [Agility]: A 【Magic】:A+ 【Lucky】:D 【Noble Phantasm】:A+++ [Class Abilities] Magical Anti-Ashes Armor: EX Because he possesses the armor of the incarnation of the Great Dragon, he can render the structures and concepts of many magecraft ineffective in front of him. To break the shell of Mount Etna, which sealed the Great Dragon Typhon, it is necessary to have the power to destroy Mount Etna, which has an area of 1200 square kilometers, with a defense strength equal to that of the machine, with one strike. In other words, it is an invincible armor made of the incarnation of the storm that devoured the Olympus gods with conceptual defense. There are often lava-like red stripes flowing on the surface of the armor. Once the color becomes strong, it means that Typhon is nagging, and he will be very unhappy if he is disturbed by outsiders. Riding:- Logically speaking, as a rider, one should have something to control, but just by calling out Typhon's real name, the armor can be transformed back into the form of Typhon, which can be said to be the embodiment of a volcano. Moreover, compared to the traditional rider, the current posture is more like the rider popular in the Far East. 【Character Introduction】 In the fifth century AD, the king of the Huns established a huge empire, dominating a vast territory covering West Asia to Russia, Eastern Europe, and Gaul. He was recognized as the king of kings in the secular world and the magic world. As a rider class, its main ability is derived from the concept of "King of the Wild Hunt" and "King of the Storm" among the Kings of All Kings. In history and mythology, there are many figures who are considered to be the "King of the Wild Hunt", and their appearance foreshadows some terrible natural disaster, such as war or plague. In the Nordic region, there are Odin, Freya, Frigga, the German Walton, the Silver-armed Nuada in Irish mythology, the Welsh demigod Gwyn, or the British Knight King, etc. All have the title of "King of the Wild Hunt". As the most famous 'King of the Wild Hunt' in the world, it can even be considered that he himself is the source of the King of the Wild Hunt, and the rest are partial manifestations of the 'King of the Wild Hunt' that are indirectly or directly derived from him. 【Skills to possess】
Trial of the Wild Hunt: EX