Fantastic space, in the middle of that large space, the round table had nine chairs arranged and all of them filled. And a luxurious chair arranged overlooking that round table is seated deep down by an old man with a wrinkle on his face. And beside the chair where the old man sits, there is a chair that is equally luxuriously decorated, and the chair is empty.

"This time, the Kingdom of Bandham is marching in three directions, as well as to our Saint Orion, where the barbarians of the Far East and the Kingdom of Hon in the West are the empires."

The man in the seat closest to the old man among the nine round tables presents a respectful report to the old man.

It's hard to say that all the war situations reported in turn are good, and the old man opens his mouth at the end of the fourth report.

"Use That"

For a moment, nine people make a scene, but the first man to report immediately fits in makes a confirmation.

"Do you have that? May I?"

"I don't care, if you can do it, just dispose of it."

"Okay, I'll arrange it immediately."

When the nine sitting at the round table leave the room, only one old man sits in the upper seat remains.

"Hihihi, I don't know if they're going to invade us this far, but if we put that in, it's going to get rid of us."

"Hehe, you better not look too sweet"

"What? You think that's gonna fail?

"Hehe, what do you think?

An old man having a conversation in a room where there should only be one person. The opponent is not even visible.

"See how you are, Pope."

"Well, Bandam or something like that makes me like it any more, this country belongs to me!

Who the hell is the old man called the Pope talking to? Unfortunately, I don't see them. Confirm it. Atrey Sun crosses from shadow to shadow.

But Atrey Sun's behavior was overshadowed by someone who was invisible.

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Strong winds shake trees so depressed that the sun does not slip in even during the day. Next time, the tree will be swept down so much that it may be called the Oki tree.

"You're alarmed, I didn't expect this to hurt me.... So who are you?

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"Can't you get an answer? It's like a muscle haunting, but those ears are elves, right? Without those ears, you wouldn't look very elf, but why would an elf take sides in Orion?

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"Is it Danmari again? Huh!"

A blade of wind released without chanting strikes Atrei Sun, but a muscular elf kicks the ground like a piece of paper jumps its blade wide diagonally backwards to take a distance but chases Atrei.

"I hope you missed it, can't you?

The muscular elf flaunts the silver with a beautiful and radiant sword, passing in front of Atrei. An invisible blade of further pursuit from the silver sword tip that should have passed in front of you.

"Don't worry, I don't have anywhere to include you, so I'd like to avoid a fight."

Prevent the invisible blade with the fog of darkness and watch every step of the muscular elf in front of you.

"Tell me. In Orion, elves are inferior races and subjects to be repressed. And why do you give it to Orion?

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Only Atlei is talking. The muscular elves attack Atlei without any voice. Atrei avoids muscular elf attacks at critical points as he talks.

The forest is cut open by two offenses. It's a nuisance to try in the woods, but no, there's no sign of a one-sided attack on the two of us, the muscular elves, stopping.

You're an elf, aren't you? Even if you're wearing clothes, you have enough muscular flesh to admit that you're an elf, but my common sense is getting in the way. "

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The muscular elves wave the silver sword as if they didn't know the fatigue against the slightly more scratched Atrei, and activate the magic unchanging.

More wounds cannot be chased down by the race specific super healing of the Atrei of things that have no fatal injuries.

"I thought the sword was slow to heal."

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"I didn't know you had a holy sword. Where did you get it from? It's wild to hear that."

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The number of countries in possession, such as the Holy Sword, is known. Naturally, that includes St. Orion, and on record it is St. Orion that possesses two waves of the Holy Sword.

Such a rare holy sword is now directed at itself in front of you, and the cuts with the holy sword are famous for ignoring the superhuman resilience of vampires and inflicting difficult wounds to heal.

Attacks with silver are a weakness for vampires, but they have little effect on Atrei, the lower vampire and true ancestor. However, when it becomes the Silver Demon "Mithril", even the true ancestor's Atrei suffers less damage and becomes even more resilient, but it is still ineffective. And even Atrei, the vampire of his true ancestors if he were to be the Holy Sword, is wounded like an ordinary man was slashed with an iron sword, and even more of a troublesome nature that lurks superhuman resilience.

"Apparently you are close to the heart of St. Orion. I don't hear that you're an elf..."

At that moment, Atrei, who felt a tremendous amount of magical movement from his muscular elves, activates defensive junctions multiple times.

There is so much flame that I think it will blow up the whole forest. At its center, Atrei was repeatedly destroying when he activated the junction, and destroying when he activated it.