Chapter 267 (2/2)
The cheers explode. It would not be interesting as a king, but he also gained a great deal of faith from the people in a vector different from Karl. Personality, behavior, and experience to blow them away. There is no reason not to be popular with the man who saved Arcadia who fell into a stern area from Gallias and Nadercus.
“Good to send in the words of friends”
The king falls and William climbs. The flames of the fire that spilled from the eyes of the king, the king also gave up this place because of popular business, but since it was originally a state funeral, there is nothing higher than words. Emotions appear in the eyes as a swirling flame.
In response, William stands on the stage. Thousands and tens of thousands of people spread beneath your eyes. Horizon that extends out of Arcus. This is the view of the king, everything that can be seen from here, even the invisible end of the king’s territory. Even in this situation, my heart bounces a little. Such anger is disgusting.
“I am the General of the Kingdom of Arcadia, William von Liwius. I will have this opportunity from His Majesty, and finally I will have the opportunity to talk with my friends in this way, and I will be in a state of extreme depression.
Last but not least-
“Sometimes I talk to you a long time ago. I met Karl when it was far from Laconia, where I had not yet applied this mask.”
Let’s face each other nakedly. William unmasked the mask uncommonly in front of the public. A face that many of the people rushing to this place have not seen. Adequate to a hero, there was a powerful light in his eyes.
Unlike Carl, who had a gentle, enveloping aura, it is the man named William who swallows with overwhelming presence and brilliance. The mask had already become a trap for restraining it.
“Everything started from one soldier. He was timid and I had no power. I was taken from Laconia, I took back Laconia and we started to walk together. Many battlefields, many death battles, never clean It wasn’t just victory, we ran away from the one we couldn’t win, and sometimes we were covered in mud and we won, little by little, and we got stronger, he saved wisdom and courage, I saved power and knowledge. ”
It was a passing voice. There is a part where everyone misses a word or even a breath, but there is something more than that in his voice. A cool and cool voice resounds in the clear sky. I am not shouting. It does not mean that it is rising. But why-
“The cowardly, wimpy moth got the courage. The weak, skinny I got stronger. They filled in each other, raised each other … I think now would not have been such a fulfilling day. We were lucky to have survived in it, and really, that’s why he couldn’t forgive. ”
Why are you so jealous?
“We were not special from the beginning. We were willing to do our best and did our best, but there would have been a lot of people who lived in the same way. By chance we survived. Beyond the numerous sacrifices, there happened to us, he made more efforts because it could not be forgiven, and he loved the people, the victims he wanted to protect, the nations they wanted to protect. He was kind, fair, untouched, dealing with you guys. ”
A way that I can not think of a hero, I think. Yes, whether they are William or Carl, they are not born as heroes. One was a thin boy who had muddy water, and the other was a deadly root that was not as competitive as a nobleman and was a dropout.
“There are many sacrifices at our feet. It is yesterday’s sacrifice that supports everyone living here. To protect our loved ones, for wealth, for honor, for anything, whatever. The people who gave their lives to live up to us are keeping us alive! Carl has also been with them. As a spirit, it supports us. ”
William spread his hands. Big and bold-
“I want to respond to them. I want to connect the country that they love, protect and nurture to the next generation. Until the day when I will be with them yesterday. Until the day that will be the foundation of this country as history. Everyone’s the same too, your efforts will make you tomorrow, each and every one of you will one day also become history, just like them, so let’s move forward, so today Let’s cry all the way, Tomorrow, to reward them, at the precious sacrifice they died in this war. ”
Those who knew William well could not hide the surprise in the sight. A man who does not show weakness or other fine dust does not even try to hide the large-grained roar that floats on his eyes. Their strength, heroism, cruelty, cruelty, so that they know them, their words and attitudes,
“Karl was my friend. It was my first and best friend to come to this country. Wait a while, I will make this country the best and the best in Laurencia. And let’s connect next, so that we can come to the next era with peace of mind.
It looks so lonely somewhere.
Stronger than anyone, hero than anyone. The tears of jealousy shed tears on the weakness that such a man showed last and the gentle hero who leaves with it.
Rain drops fall on the blue sky of Arcadia. Let’s cry today for tomorrow.
Living healthy tomorrow, because it is the hope of the dead-
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Alfred was disappointed at hearing his father’s speech. It was too young to understand, but it is still the moment when something has sprouted in him. I saw tears of the surroundings, the tears of my beloved girl, and a strong, always good-looking aunt who was crying,
Look at the tears of my father stronger than anyone else, and the tears of a kinder mother than anyone else.
Perhaps the word was a word directed to this little boy. For the first time on this day, the boy learned of weakness. It is important to know the strength. Someday the day when this word makes sense may come.
“Haha, I am”
First of all, Alfred’s face to the mother and tears of my beloved mother. What kind of words would you like to say, let’s hold it silently, what would you do to stop crying? While thinking about that-
“……”
to see. Slowly, the figure of my beloved mother who falls down.
“Hahae!”
As a matter of course, the children’s weight could not be supported by the children, and Alfred’s hands were underlayed to support them. It hurts, but that doesn’t matter.
“Rutto!”
Hilda, who had been crying for a while, rushed to here. Einhart also ran with changing blood phases. The helpless self is just looking at it.
“Prepare the horse! I carry”
My helplessness hurts.