Ideals

As Black had hurt his arm due to the continuous recoil of Gunther . He collapsed on the ground with pain .

But keeping him off from instantaneous death .

MC : Without being true to yourself , you can never beat me .

He was hesitating he looked around for Zel but she was too engrossed in her own fight . It was like she was having fun .

MC : They are too busy to even notice .

Black: When you'll see my true form will you be different.

MC : Thats for me to decide .

So he finally revealed his true form .

Golden hair . , pointing ears floating freely and a strip of red mark connecting from this belly button to his back on the lumbar vertebrae. A mark indicating that he has been banished from the elves .

What is a banished elf doing here of all places ? .

Black : So what do you think feel disgusted or feel pity for me yet .

MC : Doesn't matter . In the heat of battle the only thing matters is the warriors spirit .

Rest all things race , class , religion , Idealism , wealth matters not .

Black : Thats where you're wrong .

Black :

Your race decides your characteristics. Your physical pro and cons .

Your class defines how you fight .

And your Idealism defines why you fight .

If you don't have these when you fight . You're nothing more than an empty husk with an weapon on the battlefield .

Black : I know you're trying to reach the tomb .

I ask you to step away from it . It will lead to catastrophic once opened . The fate of the world depend on that tomb .

MC : I have no idea what you're talking .

Black : Then don't blame me .

He vanished from my eyes and I was suddenly walking on air as if I was pushed away .

Before me wa a spike wall make of thin har spikes made of stone . I crashed into them and started bleeding .

Black : I'll make you understand whatever it takes .

MC - Same here . MIR .