A scree wind blew over his head, and the faint blade gently rolled up a breeze and swept down.

ha--

The red knight exhaled and closed his abdomen, bounced his body on the ground, moving several feet horizontally to avoid the deadly blade.

When he stood up again, Archer summoned the double blades in his hand again, and was wary of the figure who returned with cold sweat on the other side.

"Humans can only live in reality-"

The young warrior turned around and stood firmly, holding the sword in his right hand across a graceful arc, and holding the sword in his left hand at the hilt.

"No matter dreams, noble, holy... all beautiful emotions will eventually disappear in reality."

The screeching murderer looked at Archer, like the cold wind in the cold winter, cold and cruel.

"Your dream is nothing more than a fleeting phantom-"

Coldly, the young murderer denied the dream of the Knight of the Bow.

His sword swing was cruelly trying to crush Archer's unrealistic fantasy with reality.

The red servant was stunned, and then—

"You kid..."

As he was talking, Archer suddenly laughed out loud. He said with a mockery while holding the wound on his chest.

"If it is an illusion, you and I are also an illusion of the dead. Why should I say so much to you? Or because I regret it, I was called here. Perhaps the real me, even the last regret and regret, will not be entangled by the dead again - this is the full meaning of truly giving out his life."

Yes, after wandering for so long, this dream should be awakened.

On that day, I forcibly responded to this call, but why did I forget it?

I want to see the person I lost, the person I gave up on in order to save others.

If you have been hesitating about something, you can only think of yourself after seeing that person and you have never been saved.

I am just a man who is so arrogant that he wants to save himself.

I am nothing more than a phantom left by a trace of regret on the way forward.

“yetthosehandswillneverholdanything.”
Chapter completed!