Racial World Is Different
Prologues

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The sound of the sharp objects they used echoed and sounded loud.

"Do you want to continue this fight?" the male baringtone sounds.

"Whatever happens I will still protect my territory" said one woman firmly.

She lay down and tried to gather all her strength against the enemy before her.

That guy doesn't want to do this. But.. This is already the fate of the fight for territory and to protect the race they must carry out.

"Please stop Lucia, I don't want you killed." This man's heart was slashed to see the woman he loved hurt.

"I. I can still fight you." he said. He tried to stand.

Too many scratches of his sword as well as his strength were injuring the woman he loved.

If he succumbs because of this woman, he will make the woman in front of him suffer much more. It is better to kill him himself than the king who put him down.

There's no other choice. He took a holy water hidden from his armor and spilled all the liquid into his sword.

"I hope it works." the woman stared firmly at the man before her.

"You fight me, not because I'm so badly hurt. Then you feel sorry for me." she said fiercely.

"Have you forgotten the memories we went through with Lucia?" shush that man.

I want him to hug his woman.

"Forget those memories, hosh... There is nothing between the two of us... It's time to fight. Only taking into account your side or mine will win." he shouted.

The woman was unwilling, willingly unwilling to kill the man before her. He certainly has to do it.

"good. If that's your choice." They give each other strength.

Only they decide which side is stronger. The other soldiers have been killed.

The woman unleashed her magical power. But the man was able to overcome it with his agility the man darted towards the woman and as a result he stuck his pearl silver sword into the woman's heart.

The woman was stifled. There was a strange liquid mixed in the man's sword.

"You.. what are you mixing with your sword, huh.." he felt his breath supply constricted.

"I'm sorry... Lucia." spilled the man's tears.

"You don't love me. The good memories you give me are nothing but a prank." the man stroked his woman's face.

The woman could not stand up, her legs trembling. His legs were unable to support his body, the flow sucked his heart.

The sword sucked up a few milliseconds of blood. It's falling.

Slowly his eyes began to fade. The man still stroked the woman, "Really, I love you. I hope we can meet again." The woman started losing her breath.

"This sucked blood will find you later, give birth to my queen." she kissed her lips one last time.

The woman shed tears before she died. He heard his last words, the man loved him.

Slowly the woman's body faded away like the light of a firefly.

The man rubbed his face wiping away the remaining tear.

"Lucia, wherever you are. I'm sure the destiny of the gods will always stand between the two of us. I don't know what way, I'm still waiting for you. Even if it's years."