Almark – Northern Sword, Southern Wand

"Galai's Duel...?"

The monkey frowns.

"What's that? Ha!"

"Don't you know?"

Kilieve snorted.

Well, it's impossible for a monkey to know that.

Strangle me.

The monkey peels out its teeth.

"Na insulting the referee." Next thing I know, stick your back to your back. "

"Let's retract the foreword."

Kilieve said in a hurry and coughed herself up to regain her mind.

"What is the essence of the Garai duel?"

Kilive bends her chest.

He said, "You know what?"

The monkey and Athl looked at each other.

"Don't call yourself La, Poloce was doing it earlier."

The monkey sandwiches its mouth.

"It's the same as that."

"It's not that simple."

Kilive shakes her head.

"Let me name myself more firmly." It would be strange if people who risk their lives didn't know who they were going to kill. You're going to end this man's life on your own. That's why we express each other in the form of our own lives. ”

Fumu

The monkey nods.

"That's all I need, La Maa"

"Not yet. Listen to the end."

Kilive raised her hand and blocked the monkey's words.

"When you're finished, the next step will be to say something. What are you fighting for? What kind of muscle would you like to use to kill the opponent? It won't be a good fight if we don't understand each other. This is a duel, not a drunken fight. They argue majestically with each other about their legitimacy in the duel."

Fumu

The monkey nods.

"Is that it?"

"Not yet. When you put your swords together, this is your last chance to exchange words." After that, you can die or live. Show off your strength and point out your opponent's weakness. First of all, words can discourage the opponent. When it's over, it's time to start fighting. "

"It's a long fight."

The monkey blinked many times. It looked like he was in shock.

"I don't know what's funny when I do that. Noblemen are free."

"Say something stupid."

Kilive throws up.

"Originally, a life-threatening duel should be based on such a ritualistic holiness." Well, you two over there, but I hope you're a little casual enough to surround the game board in the conversation room. It's not a duel or anything if you ask me. It's just a fight. "

"I said I was going to fight the sword, but no one said I was going to duel." Including your people. "

The monkey objected, but Kilieve did not listen.

"Anyway, I can't risk my life in such a frivolous way." As a nobleman of Galilee, we must behave in a proper manner. If so, you will give up even if you lose. "

"He's a pain in the ass."

The monkey sighed like a human.

Often chatter.

Then, I turned my face to Athle.

"What should I do, Asuru?"

"Pugfus is right, there's definitely a long way to go."

That's what Athl said and laughed thinly.

The battle itself doesn't change, does it?

Yeah.

Kilieb nods.

"The battles are the same. The first to hit the sword was the winner. Is that your armor, my breastplate... my chest..."

Kelly tries to slap her chest and blackens her eyes when she realizes that she is not wearing a breastplate yet.

"Oh no, I'm not wearing a breastplate."

I knew you'd need some protection after all.

said the monkey.

"Either you die if you lose, or I thought you were motivated without armor from the beginning." From what I see, he's quite a brave fellow. "

"Say the idiot's rest."

Killyb shakes her head in a hurry.

"And this is a different story."

"Whoa, Kilive."

Kol 'en's loud voice resounded from behind.

"Here you go."

At the same time, Koluen's unplugged breastplate flew like a slide through the sky.

Floating magic.

Kelly praises Koluen for his reluctant face, who stopped her breastplate firmly at Kelly's feet while performing the healing procedure.

As usual, even if it's cluttered, this kind of control is fine

Yeah, I guess.

Koluen laughs. There is no more blood on his face. All crouched feet were dyed in red with blood.

"I'm sorry, it's pretty dirty with my blood."

"Yeah, I guess so."

Kilieve looked at the monkey without even touching Koluen's breastplate.

"Judgment, this breastplate is covered in blood." Request a Replacement "

"I don't know."

Answering, the monkey pointed its right hand at Killyb's feet.

With the dull sound of a thud, the breastplate is shattered and scattered, and Kilive pulls her face.

"It's confusing that there are two."

When the monkey said so, he took out another of the same breastplate from the empty space.

"Put this on."

Umu

Kilieve nodded to the eagle and took the bra and began to wear it.

But as soon as I twisted my neck, I turned my back to Athl.

"I don't know how to wear it. My people are right, help me."

Asle looked surprised for a moment, but immediately reached for the breastplate strap.

"I don't know if you're cowardly or if your liver is sedentary."

"You don't understand."

Killyb replies as she quietly asks her to put on her breastplate.

"Is there cowardice or shit in such an unusual situation?" I don't even know what I'm talking about. "

"This is my first time."

The monkey extracts its teeth and laughs.

Asuru. The opponent who made you wear a breastplate.

Umu

Asle nodded.

"Expectations will rise."

Don't raise it on your own.

Kilive pierces the nail a little while ago.

All right.

Athl slapped Kiliev on the back.

Let's do this.

"Ohh!"

Kilive turned to Athle and turned her shoulders around.

It's heavy.

Enough, Na...

said the monkey.

"Asuru, you agree to do it in the Galilee."

Umu

Asul nodded.

"I don't mind."

“It's Si.

The monkey raised his hands.

"So, let's get started."