Black Haired King

"Get out of there. I'll save your life now."

"Damn, there's no way I can fight a strong man like you, but I can retreat. Let's go!"

The man in the robe comes at me laughing. Shit, you're a battle freak.

"Ha!

The man goes for my face and punches me with his fist. The man looks like a boxer. I avoid a man's fist... hmm? I'm wrapped up in this man's fist...

"What's up, kid! Shit, I thought you were a strong man."

After all, this move... The man sees me think and move slowly, and instead of rejoicing, he raises his voice of dismay.

But I observe the flow of magic wrapped around a man's hands and feet, without worrying about the voice of such a man. Again, this magic is haunting.

I've never seen anything other than Mr. Mistrea or Mr. Helenay. But, well, when Mr. Mistrea was young, the entanglement seemed mainstream.

"Whoa! What's up!?

This man, you didn't speak a word until earlier, but you rapped the moment you got into battle. I ignore such a man's words and avoid attack.

"Shit! Why can't we hit it!

Men's fists and kicks cut the sky without plundering me. Sure, the robe guy moves fast, but now that he's using the entanglement/true, I won't take the delay.

"Wow!

The man turns and kicks at me, but I jump and avoid. Keep kicking the guy in the face. The man rolls on the ground but rises immediately.

"Gu."

"What the hell. I thought it might be a little stronger because it's called the Dark Alliance."

Lambert was still stronger for this. Because his physical strengthening was a real pain in the ass. The man gets angry at my words and comes straight into it. I lay down my sword, and I scratch a man's beating arm, and I wave my sword.

Cut to flow with the man's right arm, flank, left foot. Whirlwind Flowing Sickle. A move that cuts fast enough that you don't even realize it's been cut.

"Damn, haaaaaa!!

It's too late when you realize it. Bottom-bottomed sounds and falls are chopped right arm and left foot. The man has only his left hand left to keep his painful hands and feet under control. If we hold down somewhere, we can't hold down somewhere else.

"I'm sorry, but I hear you've put the Lornas in danger. Bye."

"Ma, ma..."

I wave my sword down as it is. The man's head flew away wearing a robe.

"Well..."

I'll see what's left of them. You have eyes with me, hii! and frightening balt. Gluckass is still trying to escape beside it.

Naturally, there's no reason for me to do that, but I take the knife that's falling to the ground and throw it at Gruckus. The knife stabs Grukkas in the right leg. Gluckass leans around the ground in the pain of a knife stabbing her.

"You think I'll miss it? Gluckass. I thought I told you. 'If you think about it the same way you used to, it would fit your painful eyes,' he said. No, if it gets this far, isn't it the same as it used to be? I guess you're ready, huh?

"Yikes! Oh, wait, Master Redius! Wow, I had no choice but to obey Lord Baltic's orders!

"Behold, you, Grucchus! You betray me!

The two of them called out on their own, but I don't care about that now. I slap the ground with my sword in frustration.

Two people freaking out at the sound of it. You just shut up. Let's move on.

"Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye. You guys have no choice. Die here. That's all."

"Stay, wait, wait, Redius. Oh, we're family, aren't we? are not brothers who divided the blood, albeit half? Trying to kill my brother like that doesn't break your heart?

... does this guy say such crap over this period? There was a buzzing sound in my head. When I wave my sword, Baltic's left hand flies away.

"Bye...... oh, oh, oh! My arm, it's mine!

"Don't be ridiculous. Who's family? Who's the blood-split brother? The only family connected to my blood is my dead mother and sister. Other than that, we're not family. Don't let this get out of your way!

I wave my sword straight down to Baltic. But the sword never reached Baltic. The reason for that.

"... why are you stopping, Mr. Grimd"

Because Mr. Grimd, who grabs my right arm with a sword from behind, stopped me.

"I'm sorry, but the Duke tells me that if you try to kill Bart Gremond, you can stop him. And he told me to bring in the criminal Bart Gremond.

You must be listening, too. That he's crushing one of the villages. I think I need to talk to him about it. Don't worry about it. It's been decided that this is the death penalty. "

That's what Mr. Grimd says and gives instructions to the other soldiers who followed him. I have tied up Baltic and Grucchus, who have lost their minds because of so much pain and fear.

Mr. Grimd will be contacted by a magic device that can be contacted by a late team, that he is coming to a nearby village. They say we leave the disposal here to those people.

We're going home like this. Kurt says another soldier will put him on the horse, and Rona will follow me. Rona grabs my clothes sleeve and follows me back without a word from then on.

And when Blanca comes back to where she is, she'll stop by and see if she notices us, too.

"Les, Lady Redius, what about this beautiful horse?

"This white horse says Blanca, and he's the one who got me this far."

While I'm teaching Rona about Blanca, Blanca looks at Rona. Carefully as if to make an observation. And you're convinced, you're bluffing, and you shake your head on your back like you're telling me to get on.

I'll get on first and help Rona pull her hand on it.

Rona, hold on tight.

"Yes!

Rona turns her hand around my waist and hugs me. Whoa, there's something soft on your back. I don't know about that, Mr. Grimd.

"We're staying overnight in a village on the way home today. You can't just run a horse all day. Okay, let's go!

Everyone runs out on his decree. Well, shall we go home, too?

"Let's go home, Rona"

"Ha!"