［324ｐ］アーベルジュの戦い

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「・・・ア－ベルジュ」時代が求めた英雄

それとて満ち足りた事ではない

いや むしろ欠けてさえいる

大切な何かを 置き忘れてきてしまった・・・

「・・・ア－ベルジュ」理由などに意味は無い

斬ってしまえば同じ 悪意なき剣など無し

身を寄せる場所もなく

ただ血の雨の中を駈け抜けた時代・・・

「・・・ア－ベルジュ」繰り返す痛み

願わくば 戻りたいとさえ想った

何も知らなかったあの頃に

何一つ歴史は 変わらないとしても・・・

－ 最初の惨劇 －

「若者よ臆するな

震える膝を鞭打って進め

迫りくる敵軍は五千

何としても この森で食い止めろ・・・」

幼き日の思い出よ

泣き虫だった少年は

戦士の誇り 信念を胸に

絶望が渦巻く戦場へ・・・

その身朽ち果てようとも

守りたいものがあった・・・

母さんと木の実を拾った森・・・

父さんと釣りをした川・・・

君と約束を交わした丘・・・

幼き日の思い出よ

あの夏の少年は

右手に剣 鈍い光を放ち

死神が手招く戦場へ

その身朽ち果てようとも

守りたいものがあった・・・

彼は逃げない 運命は誰を選ぶ・・・

彼は逃げない 未来は何を映す・・・

～ 324ペ－ジ 『 ア－ベルジュの戦い 』



"...Arbelge" That is the hero sought by an entire era

However, there was never any satisfaction

No, rather, there's something still missing

He's forgotten something important to him...

"...Arbelge" There is no meaning behind his reasoning

No matter how you slice it, when he strikes his blade is drenched in malice

There is no place close to him

He simply dashed through an era endlessly raining blood...

"...Arbelge" Repeating pain

If it were possible, he would wish to return

return to those days where he knew nothing

Even if history never changed in the end...

-The First Atrocity-

"Young men, do not fret

steady your wobbling knees and march forward

The approaching enemy forces are five thousand strong

We must end this here, stop them in the forest no matter what..."

Memories of his childhood

The boy who was once a crybaby

Now carries the pride and honor of a warrior deep in his heart

Heading towards the battlefield, engulfed in despair...

Even if his body were to break down

There still something he wanted to protect...

The forest where his mother picked fruits

The river where his father fished

The hill where he shared a promise with her...

Memories of his childhood

the boy from that Summer day

Now carries a sword in his right hand, giving off a dull shine

Heading towards the battlefield, plagued by the reaper

Even if his body were to break down

There is still something he wanted to protect...

He won't run away, Who will destiny choose...

He doesn't run away, What does the future reflect...

～ Page 324 『 Arbelge’s Battle 』



“…Arbelge.”

The hero sought after by an era.

However, there is no satisfaction to be gained.

No, there’s even something missing,

He forgot something important…

“…Arbelge.”

Reasons have no meaning.

It all boils down to the same thing when he strikes.

There is no blade without malice.

No place to call his own either.

There is only the era he dashed through in a shower of blood…

“…Arbelge.”

Repeating pain.

If it were allowed, he even wished that he could return

To that time of ignorance

Even if history wouldn’t change one bit…

-The first atrocity-

“Do not fear, young ones

Whip your shaking knees into shape and march on

The approaching enemy forces number 5000

We have to stop them in this forest, no matter what…”

Memories of younger days.

The boy who once was a crybaby

Now carries the pride and conviction of a warrior within his heart

And heads towards the battlefield, swarming with despair…

Even if his body were to crumble,

He still wanted to protect something…

The forest where I gathered fruits with my mother…

The river where I fished with my father…

The hill where I exchanged a promise with you…

Memories of younger days.

The boy from that summer

Now carries a sword in his right hand, letting off a dull shine,

And heads towards the battlefield where the reaper beckons

Even if his body were to crumble,

He still wanted to protect something…

He won’t run. Who will destiny choose…

He won’t run. What will the future reflect…

~Page 324 『Arbelge’s Battle』



«...Arbelge», el héroe buscado por la era.

Sin embargo, no había satisfacción.

No... más bien faltaba algo aún.

Algo importante había sido perdido...

«...Arbelge», no hay significados detrás de sus motivos.

Lo mismo cuando cercena a una persona... no existe algo como una espada sin malicia.

Tampoco hay un lugar en el que pueda refugiarse.

Simplemente, una era en la que corrió a través de una lluvia de sangre...

«...Arbelge», un dolor que se repite.

Quería poder regresar, con suerte, a aquel tiempo en el que no conocía nada,

aún si la historia no cambiara ni un poco...

－ LA PRIMER CATÁSTROFE －

«Jóvenes, no teman.

Mantengan firmes sus temblorosas rodillas y avancen.

El ejército enemigo que se aproxima cuenta con 5000 tropas.

Cueste lo que cueste, debemos detenerlo en este bosque...»

Memorias de su niñez.

El joven que antes era un llorón,

con el orgullo de un soldado y fe en su pecho,

se dirige hacia el campo de batalla donde la desesperación se arremolina...

Aún si su cuerpo se desmoronara en polvo,

tenía cosas que proteger...

El bosque donde recolectaba frutas con mi madre...

El río donde pescaba con mi padre...

La colina donde intercambié promesas contigo...

Memorias de su niñez.

El joven de aquel verano,

con una espada en la mano derecha y emitiendo una tenue luz,

se dirige hacia el campo de batalla donde la Muerte hace señas...

Aún si su cuerpo se desmoronara en polvo,

tenía cosas que proteger...

Él no escapará. A quién elegirá el destino...

Él no escapará. Qué reflejará el futuro...

～ Página 324 『 LA BATALLA DE ARBELGE 』