Dorei Tensei: Sono Dorei, Saikyou no Moto Ouji ni Tsuki

After hearing the woman's voice, the people in the shop look at us.

I wanted to say a word to Celestia, but now it's not the time.

"Me, what can I do for you?

"You don't seem to speak very well. Don't you know who I am?" The woman approached with arrogance.

"You don't seem to be from this country. I am the First Princess of the Kingdom of Carlitz, Festerisé Ditland. Leave the store now."

"Princess..." I can't hide my surprise.

The First Princess means that this girl is my niece and the daughter of my brother Iris.

It's definitely the worst category I've ever met.

"You seem to know your position a little bit. If you understand, get out of here."

There was no way to bother the store, so when I left the store, there was a familiar face on the street.

----Dallas, the leader of the Knights of the Kingdom.

I have more gray hair than Dallas I know, and I have a fine beard on my chin, but my sharp eyes have not changed.

Festerizer stepped back behind Dallas and stared hard at us.

"You're the adventurer who fought the goblin zombies," Dallas says with a lower voice than before.

"There's no such thing as rewards," I replied, making a little fool of myself.

Celia and Naya stand behind me and Dallas's eyebrows glitter.

"Are you the sword princess? I heard they settled in a country called Euresia, but are they Euresian?"

"That's right. Now that you know that, what can we do for you?

Naya kills Dallas.

But Dallas doesn't seem to be dealing with him, he's just passing it on.

"Naya, don't. I'll take care of the rest," I said, blocking Naya's face, and Naya calmed down a lot.

"So, what do you want from us? I don't want to thank you."

"I have to thank you for killing the goblin zombies, but if it's what caused it, it's different," Dallas says seriously.

"What are you talking about? What's the cause? Hahaha - please leave me no joke."

"I'm not kidding. We got testimony that we saw a man enter the woods last night when a goblin zombie appeared. I've even found out that it was similar to you."

Dallas and Fester came to me with certainty. But Naya and Celestia behind me don't seem to believe this story at all.

"I don't remember being able to cast such suspicion just because it was similar. I was guarding this Celestia that night," I replied in a strong tone.

If Celestia suspects me here, it's all over.

If you tell me what you were doing, I can't disobey you.

Or just asking me if I can use my magic will eliminate the elements that Celestia trusts me with.

I turned to Celestia with all due care and without asking any questions.

"Wallace is right. I want you to stop making weird suspicions," Celestia said to Dallas.

Dallas shook his head lightly and sighed and threw out his sword.

I felt that the swordsmanship had not faded since that time, but that it was even more amazing. At the time, I was a prince, so I might have been in trouble.

Signs of tingling and puncturing skin come from the power of Dallas with a different sense of intimidation than lethality.

"I also know that you were asked to destroy the cult. There is no better place to hide."

Looks like Dallas is treading on us spreading a cult.

"If it's just speculation, isn't Ars Ditland dead 17 years ago? If you look at the decline of the kingdom of Carlitz, you can be convinced that it's a cult."

The moment I say it, Dallas has a clear intention of killing.

"Where did you hear such a rumor? No insult to the royal family is tolerated."

You don't have to tell me.

Festalise grabbed Dallas's killer shoulder from behind.

"My uncle is alive. I said hello again this morning... this insult deserves to die, so you're ready."

I don't feel like I'm lying to Fester Lise.

Above all, I don't think an honest man like Dallas would react honestly and angrily to the word "death" and act like I can't see through the lies.

"The Knight Commander will prove it to you, won't he?" and I let go of my hip sword.

"I have to talk to you, let me remind you of the difference in power before you die."

"I'm old, so please do your best. You can't make excuses later."

Dallas holds the sword and further releases a swordsmanship that does not seem to be 57 years old.

It's time to fade, but it still seems to be active.

I also held my sword and concentrated all my nerves on it.

Don't die, kid.

Dallas said that as he stepped in, he fired hundreds of slashes. It should already be called a shield that covers the whole body, combining the strongest defenses and attacks. But my understanding of the attack means I can only see hundreds of slashes.

My body is not so poor as to be able to cope with what I see. And that's enough to give Dallas a break.

You're old, Dallas.

If Dallas had lived seventeen years ago, he might not have seen a gap at this level. But for the past seventeen years, it must have been avenged to maintain this much power, and no one who is more powerful than himself appeared. Chronic mind is enough reason to make a gap.

I tried to play all of Dallas's swords, but I completely deprived Dallas of his freedom at a faster rate than that. After that, Dallas poked the gap he showed in an instant, grabbed Dallas's head and hit the ground, holding it down.

----And if I was alive as Arus, I whispered the name of the Spirit that should always follow me in Dallas's ear so that no one could hear me.

"Is Aines following Ars?"

The expression of Dallas changed as if I had seen the heavens and the earth flip over, and I found it clogged in words. But soon, he threatened me with a voice that only I could hear, "How do you know that?"

I don't know. But it doesn't look like they're following. "I let go of Dallas's hand, which was holding his head down, and I made up the distance again.