Dungeon+Harem+Master

"Aim only at the enemy's starting head. Throw your neck away. Don't worry about fleeing mutton fish. Turn on the cat at once! By the time enemy reinforcements arrive!!

In his experience, the collector knew that the U.N. crowd, scratched with gold like mercenaries, would not stop and fight until after they had taken the host. They have no two letters of loyalty. Only because I want to smoke more juice of flavor than anyone else, but my wounds are minimal. They were, even if they were good at making noise on winning horses, once they stood up, it was visible that they would easily break down.

The collector laid eyes on the biggest man in the group with the most beautiful armor.

He shook his long sword sharply as he leaped with a breezy lightness. The mercenary's neck was deeply broken and fine splashed with cloudy dobwater-like blood.

about, and kick the part of the torso that collapses. The mercenaries, slashed with their heads under one sword, showed their wanderings. I can't help it. The battle was over and it was the moment I was distracted to clean out the sewage from my hips that I was about to accumulate in the accumulation.

Once you've calmed down your ferocious mind and figured out what you want to kill each other, you can't afford time to get your mind back early. It's like, for example, being slashed into relaxing in the bathroom for work. As the radishes taken in the field are thoroughly chopped, the royal knights cook the atrocious and incomparable mercenaries as interesting.

Just about twenty more enemies left.

If you calm down and take command, the mercenaries outnumbered you never lost.

But it is in the ranks of the insurgents.

They took all the commanders in charge from one end, and as they fought three or five times, it would have been ridiculous for them to fight for their lives, and when they returned their heels they fled first.

"Heh. Fuck you! Turko!!"

The collector, when he put the soldiers together, quickly freed the samurai and left the fort. If we stayed on base, it would have been imperative to be put to rest in the hands of the mercenaries who had regained their sanity and turned back.

"Mr. Klando. Believe me, I've been waiting for you. I'm sure you could come. I believed it. It was Elina. I thought I couldn't do it anymore. I thought I couldn't do it anymore. All the time, all the time..."

"Oh, wow. Whoa, calm down. I don't think so."

Among the samurai who had been imprisoned was Elina, whose collector had sent his emotions. When the outlaws dispersed, she ran out as if an abandoned puppy admired the old lord, slamming toward the beginning. The knights and soldiers around them turn their raw, warm gaze at Nyonyo with their blood-soaked faces.

The treasurer swung around his somewhat tired shoulder, waving his sword too far, as he swung away the cluttering Elina. The defeated soldiers of the King's Army naturally began to have their keepers as their heads.

"Let's just get out of here"

After the burning cottage, a group, without anyone, fumbled up, and it happened to be more than a hundred.

"Isn't that fristfoll?

"Lord Klund. Are you okay?"

It was a blessing for the collectors to be able to join an army led by Fristford as soon as they had gathered the defectors and started moving.

"Your husband!

"Klando, this whoa! No after I make you worry!!

Tearful women come forward.

"Wow."

The treasurer did not put them aside and dared to take them. I cuddle hard, one at a time, even though I screw up. From them, a strong and exciting smell was exuded, and a certain feeling twitched through her chest.

Sadly, the Pordinas and Marc are also safe. Surrounded by thick soldier walls, he also saw Prince Nicolai spanning a striking white horse.

The wrath of the King's army, which was burned down the fort, is not much in line.

"Took me a long time to gather soldiers dispersed in the mountains, but now it's our turn"

When the knight in black distorted his face, he shook his lips and gave him an awesome grin.

Fristford launched counter-attack operations when the assembled troops reached as much.

With more than a thousand rides divided into three hands, he cleverly pushed and wrapped the jumping mercenary troops, trying to squeeze the netting to take it away. It is a mountain that every individual general knows at will. Royal knights who exploit the terrain and are less than capable of weapons and skill will chase away mercenaries as a result of the fierce fire.

Red and black stained with a bloody tide of snow falling, screaming across the ridges, in the valley, at the summit of the mountain, in the shadows, wanting to cover his ears. It was a unilateral massacre.

By the time the sun was approaching, the Legion of Rangers had disappeared from the mountains like scattering little flies.

More than two thousand enemies want to fight.

It is a grand victory, but strategically we have to raise our arms to Stanislav. It was the republican army that surrounded Wilhelm that multiplied this period to almost complete control of the mountain area.

If you are destroyed a strong base, you cannot continue to fight by the mountains. That's right, the fristfolk judgment of the war was quick.

Avoiding the republican army pushing over like a wave tao, down the mountain, he laid a formation with the Ronin River on his back. This means you can no longer retreat with the river behind you. In Sun Tzu's military law, it is a "place of death". In denial of retreating, it was a wager between a tick and a bee that wanted the whole army to demonstrate "superhuman power".

"Oh, my God, these guys"

I made death my present, and I felt comfortable in the line. The soldiers say their castle has fallen, laughing and doing the usual military work flat.

- Well, did you decide where to die?

The collector did not enjoy it as depression. First, our position is too unclear. That was the same for Marc, who is silent within the same curtain. He is a historical Republican soldier, but is now in a position to be pursued by his own army.

The Collector and Fristfol got the mysterious psychotropic Beryl Itadli, the goal of the Blue Dragon Crusade, but how much will it be worth if the castle is now dropped? Where the disease of Ekacherika, the queen of Prince Nicolai, has been cured, there is a good chance that it will be quenched tomorrow.

"Tea."

Pordina silently switched the cup out as the collector sat on the floor table.

Momentum opened up the tea and a severe cough arose as to whether the tea leaves were clogged somewhere in the trachea.

Marc went like that.

"If you drink so much, you'll soothe your body."

"Leave me alone. It's my belly. It's special."

"You'll be ashamed to kill each other in the stomach."

"Well, I'd like to be nice to someone."

The treasurer sounds and twitches his stretched jaw as he ponders about Alexei, who carelessly bellies down. Even though they descended from the mountains, the wind blowing through them caught their bodies because they were facing by the river. The cloudless night sky is littered with sparkling fine stars, like silver sand. As he raised his face jiggly, he turned the curtain and Fristford appeared. Am I going to see you in battle? The question was iced off by the person who arrived from behind him on a tanka.

"Pollina!!

"Ha, I want to..."

With a blue face, barely throwing up a thin breath was Deputy Pollina, who should have broken up at the top of the mountain. She crushed Marc's name with her bloody lost face. Behind it was also a skinny woman who erased her expression. An adult of the republican army. He was a Clementina political commissioner who was said to have that person in the Republic, without knowing his name. She says she was suddenly targeted for her life by Stanislav, who suddenly appeared. What was taken as a measure of distress was a messy operation of hiding from enemy forces. He went off on the way to Alexei, where he was with me, and Pollina showed him this far. She was seriously wounded dying while protecting Clementina.

"This man, he was falling before the camp"

That's what Fristford said, he looked sorry for Marc's face. Pollina already had a deep hand or a bandage wrapped around her belly stained red and black like a simmer. You noticed the noise, Nicolai and Ekacherica, who were resting next door, showed up. Ekacherika senses that the woman's life in front of her is a moment in which she can disappear, with tears in her eyes. Hold the queen's thin, small hand so that Nicolai wraps it gently.

"Why, why not? Why are you here?"

"I want to.... I didn't betray the little thing I wanted... so I just wanted to tell you about it. 'Cause, Captain, you know... you're gonna help me..."

"So I hope you didn't bother getting out and coming to the enemy!

"Don't blame her, please"

Clementina snaps. Thready blood was dripping from his strongly chewed lips.

"... always, terrible things, I'm sorry to say.... but I always liked it, of.... Gentle, Marc's, Things"

Marc was crying and dropping countless tears at Pollina. Raise your voice and cry. The ears of the hearers were filled with pity.

"Was the rumor true that Pollina was in trouble for money about her family back home! I have to be a poor soldier! If I could make him more money convenient, not that one!! I didn't know you were in serious trouble! Sorry, sorry!!

Just because you can't watch, Nikolai screams.

"It's a fristfol. Give me that medicine."

"That's the last one. King."

Fristford shook his face left and right on a tannic surface like he had chewed down a bitter bug. I already prescribed the secret medicine that I gave away from Blue Dragon. Beryl Itadli, divided between the two of us, is no longer only in the hands of the collector. Nicolai also knew how hard the Romless adventurers struggled, so he couldn't do anything about it.

As he put his arms together, the zodiac exhaled deeply and looked around the faces of the Pordinas.

You perceived the intention, and there was a loving grin on the women's faces.

Finally, Liza and I catch sight of each other.

She showed her bright white teeth and poked her right bush up into heaven.

"Ooh! It is!

"... right"

When the collector pulled Beryl Itadli's secret medicine out of his lumbar bag, which he had taken care of for the afterlife, he relaxed the wound and scattered it without leaving any contents, with an unattended hand.

Was this behavior too unproductive? Too shocked, even fristford, opened his eyes and revealed his surprise.

"Yes, do you mind? Kland. because, you know, you've come all the way to this country for this drug...?

"No, it's okay."

Polina's breathing, which seemed painful, softens.

The effect of the secret medicine was unpleasant. He regains his blood tone as his complexion looks like that of a dead man. Karen and Liza hugged each other and jumped a little. Pordina and Loulou dye the edges of their eyes red and stare at the Lord with all their heart.

"No. Now, that's okay."

"Klando, I'm sorry."

"Nah. I mean, that's good, right?

The collector is originally an unspoiled character. Even the Ethiopians, far less obsessed with the gold grain than the Romles, were stunned by the generosity with which he had purposefully expedited to the East to see the fruits in his hands as the difficulty of others, as if to throw away the dust mustard but give it a great share. Marc could no longer hold his breath, and when he shook his body, he took the hand of the treasurer and continued to weep.

Well, it's Clementina's treatment. For the King's army, Nikolai, the leader of the bandits who took over the country, but who knew that defeat was no longer avoidable, treated her politely as a guest.

"Stanislav is trying to get the army to me"

The division head of the third division of the Republic of Etoria is Major General Vladimir Borkonsky, but Stanislav flickered the power of the commissioners and took full control of the front lines.

"So I guess this presence of mine is in the way. He's going to take this opportunity and bury me every king's army."

Stanislav was manipulating a highly ascendant Logion Squadron Commander to control information and create the fact that Clementina had already left the scene. If you erase people who are superior to you, you gain more power by rolling up. What Stanislav wanted was a glorious war effort that just didn't matter once.

The next day, dawn. When the world began to stain blue and white like clear water, six thousand avant-gardes led by Stanislav and three thousand kings clashed on the banks of the Ronin River.

The king's army is not left, it is the dead army. Let the cavalry storm as Fristford waves his sword on the front line himself. The opposing republican army is the general general in substance, Stanislav, who was one of the political fields. He is not incompetent. I saw signs of reading and fishing for the military code on the occasion of my defeat ten years ago, but all this made a huge difference in talent. The Republican army was pushed for almost a few kilometres by the undefeated soldiers who could not retreat behind the river. With more than double the number of soldiers, it was as if we could not hold back the raids of the legions that set this place as a place of death.

"Die or die!!

General Cradle, Fristford's katana, decided this place was his last flower path and fought hard on the line. The Black Legion broke down instantly to the eighth formation on the frontline laid by the Republican Army as it clung and burst into it all at once. Throw down the spear, knock down the flagpole and crumble.

There was one brave warrior in the republican army.

His name is Lactua, and he is slightly sixteen young knights.

Because of the overprotrusion, he received multiple arrows across his body, and saw a cradle of halibut, challenging him to strike one.

The strength of the two is to befriend each other, poking dozens of spears together, but they cannot be settled.

Lactua screamed.

"No, no, no, no."

"Oh, do you want to put it together?"

The two jump off the horse and form.

At the end of the day, the victorious goddess cheered on the young and elusive lactuer.

But to the extent that we have lost the cradle, the King's army's march will not be loose. Fristford cleverly manipulated the cavalry and infantry, whilst roughing the army of the Republican Army left and right. There was a lot of bleeding as the cone wore a thin cloth to the place where the footprint was disturbed. Flat battles are overwhelmingly more advantageous with higher troop numbers. Nonetheless, the Republican Army suffered an unlikely blow.

In the evening, the King's army, fearing pursuit and not deep pursuit, rose to victory. Less than 300 casualties. In comparison, the King's Army abandoned more than a thousand bodies and framed them for transferring their barracks to the rear. It is an overwhelming victory. Everyone in the knight who gives Kai a song and returns looked so refreshed that it was unlikely that they had ever killed each other.

(I'm winning now. But this momentum doesn't last)

The Republican Army is losing a lot of power, but it can be augmented from the rear.

I understand falling into Jiri poverty.

Still, it should be noted that Fristford's heart was always full of refreshment.

"Also, a lot, Ningen is dead...?

Karen squeezed her voice as she saw the wounded soldiers being carried, shaking her long lashes.

Only about a month has passed since the end of the step elf war. For her, her old heart wound had not yet healed. It was an act of tearing the flesh, which the very event in front of me was about to exuberance, with a sharp blade.

Meanwhile, Prince Nicolai's heartache was immeasurably great as well. The boy king was very clever and probably had the region's unique, earthy, hot blood. It is common sense of the world that you are weak. However, Nikolai was unusually substandard for the most intense heirloom of the dynasty. For him, every minister who worked hard together was an irreplaceable family and everything.

If you really intend to take Etria back from the government of the Republic, after a thorough battle by this river, it would be best to raise your martial name high, defer to another country, roll back to earth, and connect your hopes in later years. At least, it was a moment when judgment was needed to ruthlessly trump the handkerchief more than to stand over every man.

Nikolai, at night and a half, called Fristford, told him sternly.

"It's enough to fight this far. The rest will surrender here."

Half, I understood. Fristford had a hunch that at the time of his descent from the mountain, this boy king had made a decision that the ruler would never be. By Prince Nicolai, Clementina, who had been encountered as a guest, stood as secluded as a shadow.

"If we're winning, we can surrender on valid terms. Guarantee the life of the prince, his clan, and all soldiers, including officers. This is my cover letter. At any rate, I want you to break through the front line and send a letter directly to Major General Vladimir"

Clementina's measures appear generous to the King's army and are cunning and extreme.

not by Stanislav, her opposing horse, but by delivering it directly to the head of the Republican Army division. It blocked the rubbing and crushing of things, and yet her kung fu was immense, no matter what she thought. Without compromising a single soldier, he surrendered thousands of troops at the tip of his tongue alone. The facts are different. If she did not know the humanity that remained like Nikolai or Fristford, she would have tried to move a cold-hearted and playful pawn and defeated the enemy in distress with all her might.

However, once I have identified the person with my own eyes, I have decided that I can continue to use it in the future in this republican government, and I have decided not to use it with much courage.

"Do you want me to deliver the surrender documents in my hands? Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty? I'm sorry to finally be king. The rest were kings of wonder to them. But more than that, it is difficult to snub my faithful knights to harm them senselessly. With one more neck, if their, and the Lord's, lives can be preserved, it is easy. You're the only messenger I can ask for."

Fristford cried in a man's cry when he poked his knee disappointed.

Ten years of aiming to rebuild the kingdom pass through the back of my brain like a running lantern. The burning fire in the formation burned strongly, and the fine snow scattered touched the orange lights, making a light noise.

"I didn't have to worry about that, but I wrote that the lives of the soldiers and Prince Nicolai were paramount. You guys are still young. For the sake of the forthcoming Etria, I must be asked to work again. Life would be something to cherish."

"Lord Clementina. Thank you."

When Fristford stood up as if nothing had happened, he slapped the patterned head of the sword, poked one knee, and performed the prayer. For the Etrian knights, it is a way to show the greatest gratitude.

This serious covert discussion took place in the middle of the night in a small group of three and was carried out immediately. Though reduced, the Kings had some relative nobility close to Nikolai. Most of them are intoxicated by the daytime winning reports and this time is the White River Night Ship with a winning cup. Clementina put on Fristford's guide a man named Ricardo, who was just one left in the Marc Squad.

This man had disappeared for a time, but before anyone noticed, he had returned to Marc.

Thirty elite units, led by Fristford, were to break the thinnest part of the enemy front line with Ricardo's guidance and hand over documents directly to Major General Vladimir, the division leader.

This turned out to be the decisive bad hand, even though it was fateful. From the beginning, Ricardo had a hand from Stanislav.

It was, in fact, Clementina's responsibility not to know this. She hasn't had time to exchange information with the collectors since she came to the Royal Army formation. The only thing I could hear about Pollina was about a nearby marc, and I didn't pay much attention to her words.

Ricardo no longer held the connotation in himself to remain among the defeated. Therefore, the action was not betrayal or anything else, but only the final phase of the operation, which had been decided from the outset. Ricardo falsely went down the trail as a way out, and in the meantime he let the demon rat dive into his chest to contact him, and the republican army was brilliant, making Fristford and his party, among other things.

No matter how much, Fristford is rigid, it will not be a battle if he is attacked with a flying tool by more than five hundred enemy soldiers.

(If this happens, all I have to do is pray for Stanislav to jump on my surrender document (feed))

"This is, I don't know, a long time. Notorious General Fristford. How about a ladder tonight?"

You look like you're having a lot of fun.

Stanislav broke up when he saw the enemy general who had been snubbed in the glue and the wilderness. Apparently, he regretted being escaped at the top of the mountain. By my side, the watchdog is greeted by a grand soldier obese magnificent named Rigon, who freely handles the Great Shield. Other than that, I can't see the soldiers, but I guess from the fierce killing that radiates from the back of the curtain, it seems obvious that a large number of generals are making me lurk.

(This is the kind of man I am. I want to be seen as bold, but I am afraid to confront me in a small number by the time I am unusual. Is it the end of your luck that such a man put your eyes on you)

"What happened to my men?"

"Oh. If those miscellaneous soldiers don't stay, they're done. I didn't mean to. Thank you. There's no food for the rebel soldiers."

Fristford glanced at him with a glance that seemed to kill him just because he saw it.

But Stanislav didn't change his spare look at how much he trusted Rigon to refrain instead.

"So, let me read this letter. That's crazy, it's not addressed to me, it's Vladimir. Why not? I can't believe a human being named you would make such a mistake."

(White bastard)

"Hey, you fucking feather bastard! Katombo!! Your Eminence will be listening! Shaki-shaki, don't answer that! Kuraaaa!!

When Rigon stood up and stopped, he continued to hit the immobile fristfol cheek with a palm that seemed as likely as a seated futon. Its speed and destructive power are powerful enough for a soldier in a row to pass out in one shot. Occasionally, Fristford's cheeks swept up bright red and a blood splash broke out of his crushed nose beam.

"Around there. Rigon, untie the rope."

"Uh, so. But, my lord."

"Untie."

"Ha"

When Rigon shriveled the giant, he reluctantly untied the fristfol rope.

Once again, Stanislav ordered him to carry the floor table and advised him to sit at a circular table and go to the fristfoll.

"I let you read the script. Well, what you didn't send it to me, though, I'm angry. You can swallow this condition."

"... is that true?

"I doubt it. It doesn't make any sense to keep fighting. It is no longer a difficult undertaking for me to pick up wins from you magnificently in this state. Wasted soldier wear and tear, only to drop my name. Then it would be more convenient to raise your reputation as a wise man if you surrendered by negotiation. And one more thing."

"One more thing?

"Send me Clementina's neck in your line. Of course, you took it and signed it. The Central Committee will tear you apart, but Prince Nicolai and his generals will surely help me. You're not wasting your life over this period."

"If you're willing to surrender to that extent, I hope so."

(bad for that woman, but it looks like she's going to have to die)

Fristford closed his eyes when he split it in his heart. I have been outwitted since I began to serve my life and others. Now that the dream of restoring the kingdom has been defeated, it will be so much more effective to take advantage of many young knights, even one, than to survive an old bone like yourself, to lead them to the morrow that supports the king.

"Now let's celebrate your acceptance of surrender. Hey, Rigon."

When Stanislav had the bottle ready, he put it in two glasses. First, I recommended the cup to Fristford, and I was left behind.

"No way, you suspect it's poisoned,"

"That's not..."

"Then shall I replace it?

Fristford stared at the cup for a few seconds before shaking his head.

Both cups open at the same time.

- The effect was remarkable.

"I thought if it was your personality, you'd refuse to exchange it. Just in case, I drank the poison."

Fristford felt intense upset in his stomach and stuck to the ground.

Poison cup! Yes, when I realized, everything was probably too late.

His eyes blinked, his whole body covered with severe pain and strong disgust. I instantly stick my finger in my throat and suffer to spit out what's in my stomach. The spasticity goes to the fingertips and, due to the fine tremor, the position is uncertain. From his back to the centre of his chest, as the cold and heat dashed brightly, he continued to strike as much as an electric fire.

"You were simple and helpful."

So Stanislav pulled out his lower back sword and stabbed him in the tofu, and pierced the warrior-braved Daikon. Pull, stab, pull, stab. I dealt with a man who didn't move, until he was stubborn.

"Rigon. Peel this man's torso. Let me give you a whip."

"Understood!"

Rigon exposed his torn torn upper body to cold as he tore his poisonous Fristfol jacket.

Stanislav had his penis stiffened and pointed as he waved a prickly whip and struck the back of a man suffering from poison.

And when he saw the man who lay down depressed, he saw the little wing on his shoulder, a remnant of the wingman. Stanislav sliced the knife into the base of his wings as if it were a cockroach when the nose was mixed.

"You can't even fly anyway, but you can grow something like this on your shoulder. It doesn't make sense, so let's take it."

Throw away the cut little wings.

Pippi and the remnants of the blood tide were removed from his fingertips so as to pay off the dust and mustard.

Rigon also smiles wildly, hissing, whether he likes the Lord's tricks. In the midst of the two of them feeling good and staring at their superior enemies. A thunderous anger broke the tent and blasted.

"What are you doing? Bye! Stanislahu!!"

Alexei was in a royal position with a red tide on her face. Is it up to you to decide never to turn your teeth to yourself, Stanislav has a cool face?

"This is it. What's up, hero?"

"Whoa, bullshit! Why are you doing this? I've never heard of East or West, poisoning surrender messengers, etc.! I reluctantly took it on because you asked me to just escort you!!

Alexei shook her head saggily as she held up her fristfolk.

"I apologize for cheating on you. Understand. People are craving new legends. A glorious legend that I lead the army to the head of a filthy dynasty."

"Is that what this is about? Shall I tell you what to do with a man like you? I'm a coward."

"Wow. You see how much I don't need my wife's life"

Has this curse just come true? Stanislav narrowed his eyes, hitting his hand.

Immediately from the other side of the curtain, the poor girl showed herself with her sides solidified by soldiers.

"Amy."

It was Alexei's wife, and she also remained a prisoner.

Alexei was being held captive and forced to act as an escort.

"What do you say? Do you still criticize me for this? Lord Alexei the Brave? In the first place, the man is an enemy general. Even if the M.O. is dirty, it's appropriate. Do knights defile their swords to kill wild dogs"

"I'm afraid of that wild dog because it's a cowardly breeder."

"Alexei. Have you rusted to the contents of your head, not just your eyes? If you turn your back on me, you're going to kill my new wife, who was brought here from the Romles on purpose."

"Amy, please die."

"Yes, you"

Alexei went to his wife to ask her to shop.

Amy agreed, as it should be.

Stanislav and Rigon stiff in an outfit poked at the void.

"- Become!?

It's not Alexei who doesn't miss that gap. Like the wind, flying, he circled behind Stanislav and squeezed his neck with his arms.

"but"

"Come on, you guys. Why don't you let Amy go? Otherwise, his neck will fall."

"Oh, you guys! Listen. Yeah. Listen to this man. Yikes!!

Mixed talent. My lack of guts was exposed. Alexei's strength is what he calls the rigidity he developed in the dungeons, building on the battlefield. Such as Stanislav's weak neck root, it will be destroyed with the ease of breaking the albatross.

In front of overwhelming power, you can't take care of yourself.

Also, a man without his possession had no choice but to command Rigon, calling him unspeakably.

"All right, Amy. Take my place, please. Stick it when it moves."

"Yes."

"Hiiyi. Stop it, stop it. Whoa!!

Stanislav fought in response to the little girl who obeyed her promises.

"What. Because if Chi and I get away from here, I'll let you go. Yeah, I'm not scared, but yeah."

Thus Alexei took his wife Amy and her half-dead fristfolk and succeeded in escaping. Alexei said he once weighed in with the Republican Army, but now he's in charge of a man who was thus the general of the enemy dynasty, running through the chills that tear his skin apart. What irony. Amy won't have much physical strength either, but she doesn't spill one stupidity and quietly follows the rest. Walk the moonlight more often than not, remembering the urge to embrace the health of my wife. If you notice, the heat on your back is diminishing. It is fatal. It was an Alexei that I couldn't help but encourage, even though I knew it wouldn't help.

"Hey, you're going to die for not giving up. There's nothing left for you to do when you get home!

"That's enough. Disease, take my neck."

No matter how much Alexei, you can't be content to fight a chasing woman with weak feet and a man who can't move with his back. Besides, a brutal personality Stanislav would take his neck off the wreckage of a fristfol and expose it as he deserved. For a man who was a knight of honor, it was a matter of no patience.

"Happy for you..."

"Fristford, you remember me."

The old wound under the right eye is distorted as if it had been caught.

Alexei realized, after a while, that was what she laughed at.

Fristophore manages to sit on the spot when he wakes up and takes off his skin. I guess I no longer feel the cold or anything in the falling snow. The sharpened, undressed wings were all over the place.

"This wing. If it is real, I will send you to heaven and earth untouchable, and delivered you."

An uninterrupted voice sadly strikes me in the chest.

In ancient times, wingmen said they used wings grown on both shoulders to drive through the sky.

Fristford closed his eyes softly.

Amy burst into tears, and Alexei raised her sword overhead.

The rays of the moon lit a wide range of bodies white and cold.

Ooh, and the wind sounded so strong, its deeper.

The loyal knight finally folded his wounded wings.