(Myla's point of view)

I came to Albion with a mere plain sword. But I managed to pick up a large shield and an arming sword. I suits my way of fighting.

I am not the best attacker but my defensive skills with shield and sword is top class.

Thus, even this man is attacking from the air, nothing hit my body. The only problem is I barely touch him with my sword.

Amber managed to scratch him many times as she stands behind me. It is turning into battle of attrition.

But many knights turned into monsters appear. 

Kurotsuchi is forced to join forces with the normal knights to fend off them. 

We have to kill this monster before more pouring in.

Nothing much has changed in my predicament.

Just having a sword and shield in my hand wouldn’t mean that I could overcome this situation.

After all, it only makes a difference in the last few seconds of my life span.

Although the monster itself may have been intrigued, it doesn't seem to be surprised enough to stop moving.

I find myself being pushed back as he begins to close in again.

It is burning.

My blood wells so badly that I feel as if my whole entirety is burning.

My emotions, my soul, my everything at this moment.

The longing, the thirst, and my fighting spirit— all on fire.

“…Haha.”

What distress I am in.

All the danger signals are clearly lit.

I steady my feet, disregarding the danger of the crisis I am in right now.

I am standing on this ground.

Why is that? Why am I standing here?

That is a given.

I already know the answer to that question, I am more aware of it than anyone else.

I am afraid to no end… The sole feeling of “fear” envelopes me.

I am afraid that I wouldn't be able to achieve what I'd set my heart on, to let go of the longing I have.

I couldn’t not ignore all of the life-threatening cries that are going in and out of my brain even if I want to, and what I am more afraid of is dying in foreign land like this.

“How… unbearable.”

I spent my days constantly swinging a stick, hoping to be a “Paladin.”

But the repetitive act that I was doing towards a vague desire had somehow led to a small doubt that even I, myself, was unaware of.

To put it simply, it is far away.

My dream of being a “Paladin” is just so far away.

So far away from where I am standing now, that I am doubting if I will ever be able to reach it myself.

The way to do so don’t exist.

That’s why it is unbearable.

I encounter a wall, one that someone like me could overcome.

That, more than anything, is more unbearable than anything else.

And in the meanwhile, the fierce battle continues.

And my eyes, narrowed like those of a cat’s, catches every strike from the monster, sparks flying everywhere as I parry them all while Amber strikes him.

The monster’s mouth twists into a smile and let out a giggle.

His revealed ugly face is painted with glee, hardly seeming to feel any pain, despite the fact that one of his eyes has been crushed and his neck is badly wounded.

He keeps swinging, swinging, swinging his blade.

Our blades and shield struck each other, slashing the atmosphere to shreds in all directions.

I am fighting for my life.

“In order to be a 'paladin,’ I must always keep challenging the walls that stand before me! 

From the very day I saw that dream, I longed to be a paladin.

I had a thirst that no one could understand, and I continued to train in a foolish way.

But it wasn’t good enough.

That level of training wasn’t good enough.

I lacked everything, nothing I had sufficed.

But there is one thing that I need, and that is to keep pushing myself.

All I had to do is to break the wall down and exceed my own limits… and reach what I would normally have never reached.

I inhale the chilling air as much as I could and take it into my lungs.

Then, I bend down and stare with my eyes, which have been getting used to the dark night, bloodshot, and exerts all my strength.

Sweat gushes out of me.

Knowing that there wouldn’t be a next time, I stand with only my willpower.

This would really be the last time.

No matter whether I cry or laugh, this would be it.

“CUT— THROUGH!!!”

A desire, a longing, and a hope.

It cut his body but I know it won't be enough. I immediately crash his face with my large shield. 

"Iyaaa!" 

Amber jumps from behind me. As his sight is blocked by shield, he can't dodge that attack. Amber smartly cut off one of his wing. 

He then flies away but now he only floats slightly above the ground.

It is within our reach.

Amber attacks again and again. He dodges and blocks. Amber's all out onslaught hit him at various parts of his body but in return she receives cuts on her body.

He kicks her away. Her raw strength is too much for her.

I throw the shield at him at that time.

As he focus on kicking Amber away, the heavy shield cleanly crashes into his face again. 

He falls to the ground.

I jump and stab his chest.

I then decapitate his head.

As the infected men coming at us, I pull up Amber and escape towards the room, passing the uninfected knights who are fending off the violent knights.

I notice a figure is floating in the sky. He is masked. Another of such monster. 

He flies towards us in high speed.

I wrest a shield from a Templar and block the monster's attack.

He floats above me.

Suddenly, two figures jump to his height and cut his wings simultaneously.

Sekrit and Clementine.

He crashes into the floor.

He exchanges blows with Sekrit and Clementine and is being overwhelmed.

Deep cut is accumulating on his body.

Soon, his head is chopped off.

"Good. The four henchmen are dead. But Mozgus should be coming here soon!" A Templar who looks like a commander shouts to us. Based on his armour, he must be among the top.

"Rowan. Back off. Mozgus is up there!" A noble lady who looks like his superior calls to him.

She points towards the sky.

There is a large man flying in the sky. 

"Ops. My instinct tells me that is really bad news." Clementine who usually nonchalant is now anxious.

"I have a trump card." 

His Majesty's' voice. He is here, holding Lyla's body. 

He seems to be doing something to the unconscious Lyla.

He says in hushed voice,

"I borrow your ability, Lyla. Third bonus: Points transfer is activated." 

Suddenly, his presence felt very different. He reminds me of Lyla.

He picks up Lyla's large sword like it is nothing.

What is happening? I never know His Majesty is this strong!

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