Vale Ballerhard frowns.
My nephew has been so annoyed by the sound of the unknown. But it really offended him.
That eye, that face.
At first I didn't know what kind of gaze it was. I couldn't even figure out what that twisted purchase ant.
It was an uncomfortable look that he had never had in his life and never encountered.
Compassion.
It was definitely compassion that ca to my nephew's face.
I couldn't understand.
The distinction between the strong and the weak is obvious. Not only the parties to the match, but all those watching know which one is strong and which one is weak.
If either one of them had to get compassion, that was the niece's share of the eunuch.
But what does that look an?
What is the look of the strong looking down at the weak, and what is the compassion in it?
Unknown feelings and attitudes were truly worthless.
"You can't reach the" Transcendence "with the Mana Chain. "
But what really bothered was the fact that I was shaking.
"You need to know. How much they've lost. "
The mont I heard that thirsty voice, my heart snapped, and I fell. I really felt like I had lost sothing big.
My breasts are getting cold.
Kirr.
Then I heard a sword that seed to gnaw iron.
"Why didn't you take out that ridiculous sword? "
I pressed down on the confused emotion and grabbed the sword.
I was going to see the end with a single sword. This rivalry, all the delusions in my heart.
"I can't cut it with any of those autopsies. "
It was at that ti that an unknown song flowed out of her niece's mouth.
"I chop the dragon's scales and drink its hot blood. "
The mont I heard the humming old words, my heart tightened.
Baleard instinctively hears the sword. I pushed a ring of Mana into it.
Ooooooooooooo.
The sword wept low. It was then that my nephew's sword was forged.
Cocktails.
The turbulent noise that seems to be splitting out, Vale Valrhhardt opens his eyes.
I saw a trainer who had not even set a blade, eating his sword from the outside while holding it tight. It stings like your complexion is ripped off.
Card acquisition.
Half of the wooden sword is chopped out. The greedy appetite is full of fur.
The new rings, which I don't know, begin to spin.
One, two, three. And one more.
Bang!
The heat exploded.
Quadantang, his nephew rolls out of the floor one step late.
"Your Majesty!"
"Enough! Don't co! "
Surprised court knights rush in and retreat from the hands of their nephew.
My nephew spit on as she got up.
"You said you only used one. "
Tons of poisoned voices.
"Then what is it? "
I turned my head along my nephew's gaze.
There was a blade of light rising less than a tre.
It was the light of destruction, the blade that appeared only when the four rings were interwoven.
I saw a chopped wooden sword under the blade of translucent light.
He mobilizes four rings and does not prevent the wooden sword from being cut off.
If it wasn't for the Orrablade who rushed out at the last minute, it wouldn't be just the wooden sword that was cut off.
"Mmm."
He scatters the blades to co.
Ugh.
As the light fades, the cutting edge of the wooden sword becos more pronounced.
It was an unbelievable sight.
The Mana of the Heart is lower than the Mana of the Ring. There were fatal disadvantages of being unstable, slow in growth, and susceptible to ring resonance.
It was common sense, it was the truth.
But that common sense was wrong in front of my eyes. By the sword of his nephew less than half a year after he began to learn it.
His face sank further.
I put out a sword to see the end, but I couldn't cut anything.
A nephew's sword, a delusion in his heart.
"You lost. Count Valrhaud. "
His nephew's voice was as sharp as a veil.
"Sire! Sire! "
My nephew, who stood still, collapsed. The court knights rushed in and looked at his niece's details.
Vale Ballerhardt watches him.
* *
I had a dream.
I was a prisoner trapped in the cold days of my dreams, and a slave who was exploited. He was also crippled by all senses except vision and hearing.
Nevertheless, the breath of a mineral dragon was just as vivid as the pain of the soul. Enough to forget it's a dream.
So when I woke up from my dream again, I had to feel a terrible disguise.
Whether I'm a sword or a human being. It was a ss in my head.
"Argh."
If it wasn't for the muscles tearing apart so well, I would have been wandering around the boundaries of reality and unreality for quite so ti afterwards.
"Fuckin 'Muhunsi. "
I spit it out.
Nightmares were a price for dragging the power of Muhammad. The sa was true of the pain in the muscles that seed to tear. The headache was a dump.
It's probably hard to recover for a while.
It was already taken aback.
[Poetry of the True Dragon] was a poem about [myth].
"Slash the Dragon Scale"
All I used was three phrases, not a single verse, and that alone allowed to draw the sword of an outsider.
In return, I was a slut.
It was worth the risk.
"A hundred victories is my pride, my strength. "
I endured a thousand waves while fighting a hundred tis.
My first self-assembled amusent,
Even in the presence of a greater wave.
A passage was added to it.
[Poetry of Confederation] 's rank has been weakly increased.
And that new verse beca my power.
This is why the Knight has to fight for all his life, and the greatest honor he can enjoy as a knight.
"Now it's worth it. "
You can't use [Poem of Zangryong] to worry about the backstabbing every ti you fight soone. In that sense, [The Poetry of Daejeon] was the perfect amusent for .
A chicken knife for catching chickens and a cow knife for catching cows.
The upcoming battle with the Three Princes was enough [poetry of the battle].
"Your Majesty?"
I'm killing myself, and Adelia shows up.
"Hmmm."
I coughed and looked at her.
Seeing my frivolous head and half-naked eyes, I think I've been keeping my side until now. She smiled softly and called out her na, and she looked like she was upset and couldn't help it.
She no longer existed in the past, when the air color that followed was forceful.
In the anti, it has been rewarding to imprint on her who is the owner.
"Wake up, it's ti to wake up. "
"Didn't you want to wake up? "
"You are unjust. "
Her Majesty said that she was able to properly greet her aunt and sister, and she said that she wanted to be thorough.
"I'm joking. How much more insane was I? "
"The Dot Bird is past. "
"Dotsai?"
I think I had more after-effects than I thought. When I said I was losing my mind for five days, I asked what had happened.
"After you suddenly lost your mind, there was a commotion. Your condition was so precarious at the ti..."
Adelia explained the situation at the ti.
The muscles of both arms were discolored blue and just before necrosis, and the mouth was vomiting elongated blood. It is said that the blood has barely stopped and the skin has returned to its original state, but there has been quite a disturbance.
"I've never seen the Queen do that. "
The late queen caught like a rat.
The Queen's fury grew even more when Carls confessed that he had mobilized the blades to co and wear only one ring after the outsider's death.
Thinking that the twisted half would have been cut off, I got all worked up.
"Let's flirt. Flirt. "
I told her to keep giggling, and Adelia calmly explained the rest of the story.
The outsider was dragged to the Queen and told her how many tis she had co to check my details, but she had not stayed as long as before.
"It was dark without the newness of the Count. "
"Of course it has to be dark. I've decided to use only one ring, and I've even heard of AuroraBlade, but if you have a conscience, you should be ashad. "
"And when you woke up, you must have asked for a separation. "
Adelia's face seed to ask what to do.
"Don't tell yet. I'm gonna take a break for a while. "
I asked you to excuse the fact that I woke up as soon as possible.
I really needed to rest for a while, not for a while.
Sequelae due to the excessive use of fuzzy cloth did not only affect silk flesh, so it was necessary to remain stable for a while.
If you do not recover the soul that was struck properly, you will pay a terrible price.
First, the reality and mories of the past mix into a ss. Then, at so point, the boundaries of reality collapse completely and beco an ending photon, repeating the sa mont.
In a troubled world, the mont of futility is relentlessly reappeared. Whether it's a terrible nightmare or a glorious glorification.
That was sothing I never wanted to speculate about. I've been human all my life, and I can't help but imagine being trapped in the mory of my sword.
"Your Majesty, I have prepared soup, so rule over the breach. "
Only after listening to Adelia did I realize that I was starving. Feeling a lately pushed bluff, I heavily ate the soup she had brought.
I was filling my stomach like that, and I rembered what to do.
"How far did you hear about and the outsider that day? "
"I've heard that Moo-hoon Shi and 400 years ago, the knights made mistakes. "
"I heard about it. "
I told Adelia the story I put off.
Who her ancestors are, and what Muhammad is.
She refuted the fact that her ancestors were such great knights, but was just curious about Muhammad.
"I will tell you a very special amusent. But that's not it now. "
The post-mortem poem of Agnes Bavaria was as powerful as the poem of the Zangdragon. Adelia wrote such a poem without any preparation.
No, I wondered if I could properly understand and implent poetry that had never been touched before.
It was not a problem that could be solved with S-grade swordsmanship or A-grade manna sensitivity aptitude. The upheaval of the soul was not necessarily proportional to the gift of the body.
Then there's one thing left in the end.
Adelia made her own amusent, just like I did.
"That's why. What do you want to do with your sword? "
In response to my question, I have yet to think of her as a difficult face. I just learned to make it, and I looked ashad, saying I had never had any aspirations.
"So think about it from now on. "
In my words, she imdiately beca the expression she thought.
No, I'm not asking you to think right now.
I'm going to say sothing, but she takes her mouth off first.
"If I could really be a knight. "
Adelia looked straight at . It was a stubborn gaze before.
How sparkling his eyes were again.
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