At this moment, the silver-haired girl felt a strong rush of memories from the pact in her mind.
There are infinite minuscule fragments of memories flowing into the memory core of the Divine Armament.
"You were born in the wrong time."
There was once a person from a distant time who told him this.
In the memory from a long time ago which was forgotten, there was an ancient yet simple dojo and in it was a middle-aged man. The old man's eyes were only half open, as if that was the furthest he could open them. The man breathed heavily and his eyes were filled with astonishment looking at his son who defeated him that was standing in front of him.
"You have surpassed me in every way."
