The Second Generation of Knights Encountering Demons Reappears

"...The ceremony is about to begin. If you want to stop it, just come here, but I will definitely defeat you."

Kurumi watched quietly for a while, and finally chose to use time erasure to leave the scene, leaving Tohka and Wan Yuri standing at the scene facing each other.

"hateful!"

Just when Tohka was about to use his special attack to escape and chase Eren and others, Wanyuri put away his sword and turned around to leave. It seemed that the swordsmen lost interest after the number of swordsmen was reduced to a certain level.

"It's strange. Is it over already? Fortunately, I even speeded up and ran here."

The orange-haired girl appeared next to Yakuya, who was unconscious on the ground, and touched the latter with her toes. Tohka looked over and wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the natural disaster.

"Anxin, this guy just fainted, nothing serious. Someone probably helped her block another attack. What a lucky guy."

"Is there anyone else?"

Tohka, who arrived after the "death" of the natural disaster, didn't know why she used the word "and". She stepped forward to take Yakuya back to the North District base, but was stopped by the natural disaster.

"Stop. If we take her back now, this guy's path as a swordsman will be completely cut off."

"What's the meaning?"

Tohka looked at the other person in confusion.

"It's annoying. Literally, if you don't find something by yourself, it's meaningless. This guy is at this stage now. By the way, why don't you go after the Holy Sword? It might still be too late now, I can I smell that smoke girl hasn’t been gone for too long.”

"Do you want to find something on your own?"

Tohka recalled the situation when she first obtained the "Ice Beast Chronicles" and bowed to the natural disaster.

"Miss Yakuya, I'll leave it to you."

"What a shame! I only do what I want to do, so don't give me orders."

"It's not an order, it's a request. Then I'll go after them first."

"The Ice Beast of the Sky!"

White wings spread out, and Tohka chased in the direction Allen left.

Natural Disaster looked at Tohka who was leaving. After thinking for a while, he moved Yakuya back under the overpass, where there was the tent recently used by Yakuya, and then picked up the soaked instant noodles.

"It tastes terrible. It's all those swordsmen's fault! By the way, this bastard didn't even add red ginger!"

Cursing, Scourge finished two cup noodles. 】

171: The arrival of the Lord of Truth

[The time went back a few minutes ago, when Eren and Yakuya had just started fighting, Origami came to the park at the promised place.

Looking at the big tree in front of me that has not changed much even after 15 years, the memory of origami drifts into the distance, as if I once again saw the scene of three girls playing under it.

"Shiori, Mio..."

Memories of the past brought thoughts about the future. Origami recalled what she had seen and heard these days, and her originally rock-solid heart was shaken again.

The appearance of "Elemental Dragon" is no longer an exception. After that, neither Yoshino nor Tohka, who was supposed to die in the battle with Bist, suffered any casualties, and even something that did not exist in their memory appeared again. "Ice Beast War".

Although it is very small, the future is indeed changing.

"If that's the case, maybe things can really change with Shizhi like this..."

With his eyes flickering, Origami stopped talking to herself, and the vision of the worst future that she had always hidden flashed past.

The world is slowly being repaired. Amidst the ruins, I can still vividly remember the sight of myself crying and crying while holding Shizhi who was about to disappear. 】

Fantasy Killer: Why does this memory not feel like the scene when the world was destroyed?

Almighty Man: Rather than being destroyed, it is better to say that it is recovering. This is the future when the world is saved!

Pink round face: Huh? But didn’t Origami-sama say that there is only a future of destruction?

Commandment: She lied, no, it would be better to say that she voluntarily abandoned the path that could save the world, because...

Origami Daishi: Because in that future, Shiori died.

The audience who realized this fell into a brief silence, because through the recent video, they all knew that Shizhi was the person who could do such a thing. If sacrificing oneself is the only way to save the world, She would probably leave with a smile.

Pure Love God of War: I see, no wonder Origami-san is so firmly unwilling to fight with the swordsmen. It’s not that she didn’t count, but if she did, Shiori-san would be one step closer to a future of sacrifice.

The Arataki faction took the lead: Damn it, it would be great if I were in that world, I will not let anyone sacrifice!

["Only this, I won't allow."

Origami's originally wavering eyes became firm again. She grabbed the dark sword Tsukiyami stuck on the ground and prepared to leave, but at this moment she saw the future again.

——The white-haired man wearing gorgeous red clothes slowly walked from a distance, holding the Thunder Sword Huang Lei that he once gave up in his hand...

"This is……"

Origami was stunned and looked in the direction where the man appeared in her memory, but she saw a very familiar blue figure. Shizhi happily pressed his hat and ran towards it.

"You are indeed here, Origami-chan."

"Shizhi..."

A hint of helplessness flashed in Origami's eyes, and she wanted to turn away, but her stomach seemed to be dissatisfied with this, and she screamed in time to stop her master.

Looking at Origami, who looked a little embarrassed, Shizhi smiled a little happier. She recalled the scene when the three of them were playing here together when they were children, and their stomach growled because of hunger.

"Are you hungry? I brought rice balls. Let's eat together!"

As if being infected by Shiori's smile, Origami finally softened her heart and nodded silently.

The two of them came under the tree, Origami silently ate the rice balls made by Yoshino, while Shiori talked about the past.

"Origami-chan, this is the first time we've sat down and chatted since I recovered my memory, right? It's really nostalgic. You, Mio, and I used to play here all the time, because everyone at home is very busy. , so we always eat lunch together here. Speaking of which, I didn’t know that Kotori-san was a swordsman at that time, so I thought she was teasing me about her job of protecting the world.”

Thinking of this, Shizhi chuckled and continued.

"At that time, for the first time in my life, I had the real feeling that living is a happy thing. It was a really happy and interesting time. It's a pity that everything changed after that day 15 years ago. Mio disappeared. After losing your memory, you also started practicing as a swordsman. Everyone seems to have changed a lot, but I know that Origami, you have never changed. You are still the same you. You even rescued Sophia with your own hands some time ago.

So, Origami, please fight alongside us again..."

Origami interrupted Shizhi's invitation. She looked at a badge in the bag, on which was drawn a picture of hands folding her chest. The Q version of Origami revealed a little bit of pride in it, which formed a perfect match between her now somewhat unkempt self. There is such a huge contrast that if you don’t look carefully, you might not be able to tell that they are the same person.

"Sofia is a copy of the daughter who connects the world. She is an indispensable and important tool in the ceremony of the Holy Lord of Truth. I only rescued her because of this. The topic ends here."

Picking up the Dark Sword Tsukiyami, Origami stood up and prepared to leave, but was grabbed by Shiori's shoulder who stood up faster.

"Don't just end the topic casually! Every time you bear everything without saying a word, it's the same this time, and it was the same time when you went to see Kotori-san alone. Can't you rely on us more? "

Face to face, Origami could see that there were tears in Shiori's eyes, and he was obviously trying hard to keep a smile, but it was distorted by the sadness in his heart, which looked very heartbreaking.

"I don't want to lose you anymore, Origami. Please tell me the future you see, okay? Let's find a solution together! No matter what kind of difficulty it is, we can definitely overcome it!"

"Shizhi..."

Seeing the sad look of his best friend, Origami still felt guilty and shaken even though he had seen him countless times in the future.

"I……"

Just when she was about to speak about that desperate future, she seemed to feel something. The two swordsmen turned their heads in one direction at the same time. Something terrible was coming.

"Is it time?"

Accompanied by Origami's solemn words, a golden thunder fell from the sky, creating a small crater in the distant ground. A white-haired man in red clothes held the Thunder Sword Huang Lei in his right hand, and held a red book in his left hand. Out of it.

"Good afternoon. Two beautiful ladies are enjoying lunch elegantly. How about I be the one?"

The man he had met once had a humble and polite smile, but Shiori could feel the arrogance and madness in his pupils. Origami looked at the man, anger ignited, and she squeezed out the man's name through her teeth.

"The Holy Lord of Truth, Isaac Ray Pelham Westcott!\