Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha - Chapter 634 When we break up.

There stands the four gods, the Tree Four God.

3D magic formations were depicted, and the center was pale and glowing.

If you gaze at the demonic eye, you can see Oldov lying in that light.

The end was almost there.

Wenzel the Birth God shields, Dilfred the Deepening God wands, Anahem the End God swords, and Getenaros the Transforming God whistles.

The light that wrapped Oldov began to shine more forcefully, illuminating the indoors.

Tra ns late d by jpｍtl .coｍ Deepening God Dilfred opens his mouth strictly.

“The roots of this man were tempted to the border where the end turned into a transformation. The last glow is emitted. Or the possibility will arise that you can exchange words with him who travels.”

As Bellamy turned around Ray, he nodded.

She steps forward and stares at Oldov, who is closing her eyes like she’s asleep.

“… we’ve eaten years, each other…”

Pompous and bellamy groan.

“When I set up my workshop in Hyphoria III, independently of each other, you came. As soon as I saw my sword, when you asked me to get on the boat, I didn’t eat it. It hasn’t been a month since I set up the store.”

T r a ns la t ed by jp ｍ t l.ｃoｍ To the unconscious Oldov, Bellamy begins to tell an old story.

Warm, somewhere sad, such a voice was echoing indoors.

“When I told you it was my dream to have your own workshop, you said you would let me strike the sword of the Holy King. I don’t think I’m going to be the Holy King. I thought the chick who just came out of Hyphoria blew a big bola.”

“But…” she smiled with a nostalgic face.

“You made it happen. Ever since I first met you… you never had a word for not being able to. Thanks to this mess, I realized I was the head of the Birdie Louis.”

Oldov’s body adds more light.

The roots exert their power strongly, but he never opened his mouth.

“That’s a hell of a story. You know, I complained a lot, but every time we talk about this, we run away. One day, I was going to ask you to apologize.”

Bellamy pulls and ties her lips.

I stared at Oldov’s face without a vibe.

“We’ve got to get out of here. We’ve got to go.”

Oldov doesn’t answer.

Bellamy grinned sadly and went on to say:

“It’s my loss. It’s not a bad life. I don’t like people. I can’t believe I’m surrounded by mountains of disciples. I thought you were gonna screw with a weapon.”

As usual, the look on Bellamy’s face, speaking at the same pace, was very calm.

“I don’t know why. Sometimes I remember these days. That year we traveled the Silver Sea together on your ship. I didn’t miss you then.” Tr a ns l a te d b y ｊpｍt l .c o m

Her hand reaches out and gently touches Oldov’s face.

“… at all. Don’t be great…”

Bellamy stared at her old friend for a while.

Like engraving that face in your heart.

So, after a while, Bellamy quietly let go of her hand.

As she turned her heels back, Barza Rondo carefully bowed her head.

“I’m sure my father would be delighted”

“… don’t think too much of it. Lebrahardt, it’s not like you don’t want to come either.”

Bellamy slaps him softly on the shoulder, as he cares about Barza Rondo.

“… my brother will surely come…”

Bellamy looked back silently.

Barza Rondo draws his lips together into a single letter, with a stubborn eye.

He believes his brother is coming.

No, you want to believe it.

“His Holiness also has a position. Hyphoria can’t just admit reincarnation. So you’ve been forced to take it, too, haven’t you? Tra n s la ted by ｊp m tl .co m

“…… it…………”

Barza Rondo fell preoccupied with the reply and leaned down.

But I looked up as if I had noticed something immediately.

From the waterway leading to the ground, a shadow appears.

Misha, Sasha, and Mass have guided us to the Holy Catholic Eife and Baron Leowulf.

“Lord Leowulf, Heavenly Lord”

Barza Rondo welcomed them both.

“Well done for coming.”

Leowulf just glanced, not trying to open his mouth.

It was obvious from my attitude that I didn’t mean to visit this place.

If you’re a hypocrite, there’s no way you can think of taking Oldov, the late king. Still, I guess you followed me reluctantly for the protection of the Lord God.

Eife said.

“What about Oldov?

“Here.”

Tr a n slate d by ｊpｍt l .c o ｍ Barzalondo will guide you to Oldov. For a moment, he did his gaze at the exit waterway. As if looking for someone.

Have you noticed that, Eife says in a quiet voice.

“I have kept a message from the Holy King”

Barza Rondo turns around Eife.

He said he’d be at the funeral.

“… does that mean you can’t come to Militia?

Eife nods quietly.

“Why…?

“Why, nothing”

Instead of Eife with a sinking look, Leowulf said pizza.

“In the first place, yes. Sir Barzalondo, your Holiness has disobeyed the life of His Holiness the Holy King and carried the Predecessor to Militia, the reincarnated world. I’m just glad you didn’t punish me.”

“Leo Wolf. I commanded him to go, and therefore the blame lies with me.”

Aife says embarrassingly.

Close your mouth for a moment but again, Leowulf said.

“It was because of the heavenly palate that this matter went unquestioned. Only, so far. His Majesty the Holiness does not wish to make the transfer of the prince public.”

“Even if you don’t make it public, you should be able to come.”

Barza Rondo eats down.

“I am not the one who can walk the path of untruthlessness.”

To Leowulf, who said pale away, Barza Rondo raised his voice by burning his righteousness.

“Is it untrue for your lord to see my father?

“If you are dissatisfied, appeal directly to His Majesty the Holy King”

Said softly, Barza Rondo pushes silence.

“I was unable to bring him because of my responsibility”

That’s what Eife apologized for.

“… no”

Nothing more could be said, and Barza Rondo silently drove the walk forward.

Arrive at the magic team’s location.

After a gentle exchange of greetings with Bellamy, the Blessed Holy Catholic Eife walked out before Oldov.

“Oldov.”

A gentle gaze strokes his body.

“I met with you and wanted to make sure. But that’s nothing to worry about. Our brave never gave up, no matter what mighty wall stood in the way. You, your sons, and the brave men of the other worlds your sons have brought, have done miracles and protected our hypocrisy through”

Like saying goodbye, she says.

“I also have the courage to move forward. So…”

Eife spreads both wings.

The rainbow light lit up to bless Oldov.

“Thank you, Oldov. O great brave man who kept fighting for the Holy Sword world to the end. Be happy for your upcoming journey.”

She prayed silently, as she sent Oldov out.

Eventually the light of blessing subsides, and slowly Eife opens her eyes.

She took a few steps back on her heels and turned to him again.

We’re in a circle, watching Oldov in the center.

It won’t be long now, it’s time to carve.

“I thought I’d talk to you when you came.”

Bellamy told Eife.

The voice has a hint of loneliness.

“It was his life that never stopped him and kept him on that right path. At the end of the day, take a break.”

“Sure, ’cause I worked too hard”

The two sadly watched the traveling brave.

“- The hour is full. Crossing the border, now the end turns into a transformation -”

Deepening God Dilfred says, the Tree Reason Four God makes the Magic Formation of work each order.

He will die, and be reborn anew in this reincarnated world Militia.

Someday, somewhere, we might see each other again.

That’s the reason for this Militia’s – kind world.

“………………”

Someone whined softly.

“……………… not yet………………!

Everyone turns around.

As Barzalond complained, he said to the Tree Reason Four God.

“Just a little more…… I need some time. My father is waiting. To tell my brother the final words. So…”

He squeezes out the plundered voice.

“So… we don’t talk… a little more… just time for my father to pass away satisfied…”

“If we stagnate at the border for a long time, we will be drawn back to the end”

Dilfred tells pale.

“The reincarnation of this man will be impossible.”

Losing the word, Barza Rondo eats away his teeth.

On his shoulder, which drifted, Bellamy turned her hand.

“I… haven’t… done anything to my father yet…”

“Don’t be silly.”

Powerful, Bellamy holds Barzalondo’s shoulder.

Tears were seeping into her eyes.

“You jumped into the dead to protect Oldov’s honor. I thought you defended the dreams of the big fool with your life. I don’t have such a filial son. Look, Oldov’s happy too.”

The light emitted from Oldov becomes stronger.

With Bellamy holding her shoulder, Barza Rondo spills a large tear.

Eife, as well as Leowulf, seeped tears at the moment when the great brave man disappeared.

“- Be patient.”

An arrogant voice sounds like it smashes through a strained air.

It was a pale-haired man like the tenderness of a beast who came there with the cold bottom air. He was the Führer and Isaac the Disaster, the Lord God of Evezeino in the Abyss World.

Leowulf became the shield of the Blessed Holy Catholic and pulled out the Holy Sword so as to be vigilant. It froze in an instant and broke the pokin, even though it stirred the body of the evildoer.

Leo Wolf sits up.

But Isaac moves on as if he’s not in the eye.

That’s how I stopped in front of Oldov.

Hey, old man.

Isaac says.

“You’re going to screw me.”

He slowly raised one hand and showed the liquor bottle he had gripped.

“Bring it.”

Beside Oldov, Isaac places the bottle.

Then his eyelids moved pickly.

Balza Rondo looks out for him as if he was stifling.

Everyone on the spot watched in solitude, staring at the magic of the slightly returned Ordov.

Slowly, really slowly, Oldov opens his eyes.

That’s how I did see the face of the evil man.

He opens his mouth small.

“… I’m sorry. I’m Lower Door.”

He shows his fangs and the disaster laughs violently, as usual.

Still not like usual, somewhere happy.

“… Isaac…”

Oldov moved his powerless lips to the fullest.

“Hey… my son… it would be a big deal…”

in a weak voice, and still proud, he said.

Slightly Isaac rounds his eyes.

But after a moment of silence, Isaac answered with a face such as understanding.

“Oh, you look a lot like me, cancer.”

Satisfied, Oldov laughs, and his appearance turns into a grain of light.

“If… you really mean to be reborn… next time…”

Shivering Oldov’s fist stretches out to the disaster.

He didn’t make it microscopic, he watched.

Desperately stretched a fist that didn’t go on as late, and it did hit Isaac in the knee.

“… you and the road… without differing…”

As he was exposed to the wind all the time, Oldov’s body becomes a complete grain of light and is flushed away.

Looking up at the light moving away, Isaac said.

“Goodbye, you big fool”

Together with the magic formations of , the roots of Oldov disappear completely.

Only the Medal of the Five Swords – the Heinriel Medal – that was left behind lived his magic during his lifetime.