One year... How much time do we have to get out of the shadow of life...
One year... How many chances do we have to get rid of the shackles of fate...
The order to march westward to Northern Ireland was received at the beginning of the month. The highest person in charge was Suzaku Suzaku, an honorary Britannian citizen who had just been promoted to a member of the Knight of Rounds, a force directly under the king's command.
"It's all a joke." The brown-haired boy said slowly with completely cold eyes.
"Let me see your methods! Shumu Suzaku, you should cherish the status you gained by betraying your friends..." Saruru. J． Britannia sat expressionless on the solemn throne.
Those bone-chilling words became the worst beginning.
But even so, there is still warmth greater than loneliness.
"I will stay with you forever." Kino. Bayin Belugu looked at the other party with his blue eyes, and there were faint soft waves in his eyes.
Feeling of loneliness.
It was transmitted through the contact of skin, but the war could not conceal the remaining beauty in life.
Then there will be no recovery.
In the end, the weapon Nidhogg became an evil spirit that swept across the battlefield, and Tristan was instantly immersed in the dazzling red light.
At that moment, the world stopped.
"Mordred, please answer! Mordred!" A heartbreaking cry came from the bridge.
The last place where you can be happy... Even if you become the god of death, you must protect it!
Lancelot raised the Varis filled with ammunition of completely different destructive power.
The trigger was pulled.