"Somebody! Get me a freakin 'junctioneer! You're going to sleep again!
Usually the hustle and bustle surrounded the temple with one bird chirping and no bug chirping. The crooked, gray-haired old ladies of their hips turn right and left, and the witches run around with the mundane as they listen to their orders one by one. Since the old ladies' directives are exactly what they make of themselves in such a way as the Morning Warrant, when the witches who should be hands and feet move to hear one order, there was no way that the order was being executed in such a way as to be given a new order a few moments later.
There was a group watching this hustle and bustle. Each one had twitched silver hair, sending them a cold look and gaze.
"I'm old, and so are the women."
"But he was once our leader."
"When you couldn't fight as a warrior, you should have self-determination."
"You saw ahead in here, too."
"Isn't this the end of a tribe left over from the times?
"After all, you should have gone out into the field and mixed with people, as the princess said. If we don't take in new blood and air, we'll starve in as many fresh streams as we can."
"But this will make it clear. Will it be on the women's side or on the princess's side? Or neither of them?
"You've decided that. We must obey the strongest."
We both nodded at the same time. But the silver-haired warrior, the most calm of them all, groaned like this.
"Two, four, five, seven, eight, nine are here for sure. Six is too free, but three could be thinking nothing"
"Uh, Chaska? She has a desire for ruin."
"It's not that kid's fault? The power given is too strong to control. 'Cause you're in that position even though you're not in control of your powers as a warrior? I can't believe it."
"You once said the princess was also a threat to its existence. But the merciful princess did not dispose of Chaska. He said we should treat any child with charity. But the women did not understand the mercy of the princess, and imposed a harsh fate on Chaska. It's only natural for Chaska to run wild."
We nodded together. But one of them stood his finger up and gave his opinion.
"But when Chaska got out of here, it was foolish not to do anything."
"Don't tell me, it's the rest of the festival. And by the time Vaika was empty, there was nothing anyone could do."
"So, as soon as Vaika heard about it, this is it. Long time no see, that kid's pretty. Even so, if you look like an adult, you won't be able to get your hands on it when it starts rumbling."
"I wonder when it was. I noticed a bunch of people manipulating and expanding the war from behind, and I smashed it. There, you had Vaika's belly sister, didn't you? They were raised completely in the lower realm, and they didn't draw our blood, so they didn't have any fighting power."
"All of Vaika's sisters died in combat training. I wonder if you wanted a blood connection."
"Vaika never talks about what happened, but if you let that kid ram, the country will break. Attack enough to move around at speeds beyond sound and break through all defenses and magic. No scratch can be made with the same weapon, and no one can kill that child who sleeps on the clouds of the sky when he sleeps.
Even that Vaika wakes up the princess at the end. It's a mighty sign coming from Arnelia, maybe worse than I imagined. "
Thus, as a group of silver enters into conversation, the Vaika of the day sweeps away the boundaries of the conjunctors who seek to stand in front of him with a knife. The junction crumbled like vitreous, with a few columns slashed and collapsed in the aftermath of the knife. Part of the roof collapses, causing no small damage, and Vaika moves on as the witches and witches go right and left.
And when they came before a door that was so large that no man could open, the old ladies stood before Vaika.
"Stop it, Vaika! Don't wake the princess yet!
"The princess's power should be stored for when she still needs to come! It's not something you can use to do something like this!
"The Son of Doom in prophecy, the only being that can resist it. That will be Princess Sorca, the most powerful warfare princess in the Silver Clan! I'm not planning on doing this!
"... Shut up"
When Vaika imitated pushing her hand, a mass of air struck the door. Doon! and a loud noise, the old ladies butting.
"Hiya!
"Va, Vaika! Hands up to us, huh?!?
"I just knocked on the door. Princess, I'm Suzuke Sleeping. I'm not gonna wake up until after this."
"Oh, is there such a way to wake me up! To wake the princess, congratulate her, and dedicate the dance seven days and seven nights -" "Trouble, step aside"
Vaika pressed the air in a row, every time a loud noise sounded and the company rocked. The pride of falling flat from the ceiling and the collapse of some of the building materials made the old ladies flee to scatter spider children without the courage to stand in front of Vaika.
"No! Somebody stop this son of a bitch!
"Gather the top princesses of war! We have to stop Vaika!
"Uh, Mullimley"
What appeared on the spot was a princess of war with abundant hair enough to reach the ground. In contrast to Vaika, who was dressed in formal attire and carried a machete, he was lightweight and hand-held. A slight look at the murdering Vaika. The only similarity was the length of the hair.