From a terminal Soldier to Monarch

I hope not. ’

Bayern liked his nickname.

Beyond Love Day.

Maybe one day he was willing to get married.

A fairy blade flew in. It was a short, quick stab.

Bayern gazes at the sword's movements to the end and extends out a small shield worn on the back of her left hand.

Tucan!

After the thrust, Bayern draws her sword from top to bottom.

Boom!

The elf steps back and dodges his sword.

At the same time, two men rush to the sides of Bayern and draw their swords.

Puck!

A sword pierces the elf's ship. The fairy draws its sword in that state.

Bayern reaches forward and strikes the elf's final blow.

I'm fine.

The grip rings, but the shock is all resolved.

As he straightens the sword, the swordsman picks up his foot and kicks the elf back.

Seeing the elf fall to the ground, blood gushing out gradually, Bayern moves toward the next target.

‘It will be too much. ’

Bayern was trained enough to feel the bone shaving.

I ran, I ran, I swung my sword.

Unofficially named, Alice's shield.

Official name, first infantry.

Inside, Bayern did its best. And I felt limited.

Alice, his commanding officer, was a genius.

It wasn't because of Weiss Knight. She was mad about the sword.

‘If it's a one-on-one duel, I'm betting on my goddess, not Whelken. ’

Bayern thinks she won't be able to stand next to Alice's sword for a moment.

The banal of courtship, that nickname, has now become really ridiculous.

Boom!

A running fairy blade aims for his helmet. Bayern is cautious and blocked with a shield full of swords and the back of her left hand.

“Bayern! Let's go see the wings of the goddess. ”

Asshole, you're the official surrogate commander now, aren't you supposed to use the euphemism?

He was an assistant and always a confident young colleague.

The charge was a risk taker. It's not a wedge, it's a straight shot.

A path stained with blood and sweat.

Bayern thought about why she was running.

“Come on, let's go see. ”

Why?

‘For my goddess. ’

Win!

Bayern sees the blocking fairy holding his jab in a defensive position and kicks his shin.

"Aah!"

Screaming, the elf shrugs and slams with all his might towards the rear.

Win!

No one could live with a broken neck. The infantry eventually made its way.

Before that road, there was their goddess.

It was just when she tried to spread her wings.

* * *

Why didn't I know?

I never thought wielding a sword would be so much fun.

“Black is just iron. ”

That's how many tequila said it.

“I'm not wrong. ”

That's what Rheindochf said about making swords.

“Have you improved a bit? ”

The Lord who used to be a provocation and those vicious knights around him.

Digo's guillotine strikes hard, and Jenryd's axe doesn't know where to spatter.

Royse's sword has always flown in the best of ways, and Lynd was able to conquer them all with an arrow if he had a distance.

What about me? ’

He had a five-story vice, and the vice began to change at will.

From the back of the foot to the back of the hand, from the back of the hand to the thigh.

Alice was not sensitive to the change.

‘You'll figure it out. ’

She swings her sword as she ponders.

Wheelken and Chris were difficult to cross. Thanks to that, she was greedy.

“This is not good enough. ”

Flow, the sword his father taught him was excellent. I wasn't blaming the sword.

But it was hard to break the wall just by riding the current.

“Actually, it's a basic sword. ”

Tequila said.

“Foundation?”

“Yes, the basics. ”

“So what's the deepening process? ”

He would have asked with a dazzling look in his eyes. Tequila looked at it lovingly, and Lind happened to see it, and she said, "Why are you looking so scary? I don't do that to my dad."

“You want to know? ”

Alice hurriedly shakes her head. What it means to feel inadequate.

It means you want to fill that shortage.

Alice was able to find her own.

I believed that.

I fought Whelken countless times and swung my sword like crazy.

I grabbed the sword until my palm burst and my muscles twitched.

“That's absurd.”

Kaga River!

Flow, the flowing sword is blocked by the fairy warrior's blade.

While pretending to be aiming for the stomach, the elf stops it easily.

Bayern is the same technique that was done five times.

“Do you know the biggest difference between a man and a fairy? ”

The nobleman's sword swarms with horses. Alice calmly takes five steps back.

Ping-Ping!

His sword grazes the end of the gauntlet. The end of the gauntlet is split in leather and chains.

It was a terribly sharp sword.

‘You're as sharp as a quake. ’

“A sensation. Are you enlarging your senses with vice? Arthur. We are born with more precise and sensitive senses than humans. So."

Phoebebibbing.

The Fairy Sword has flown again. Funnily enough, it resembles his sword.

A flowing sword.

Alice backs away, wielding her sword from below to above.

A thin sword, but the Quake was an artifact and believed to be unbreakable.

Quake slaps the opponent's sword.

Blah, blah!

Thunder struck between the two. I felt a hook and pressure from the shock.

Alice bends her knee halfway and straightens, pointing her blade at the target.

“It's possible. An absurd swordsmanship, Human. A crude skill, Human. ”

Alice clenches her wrists, showing no signs of an enemy attack.

‘Quite heavy. ’

Jab is not a lightweight weapon, but a weapon on the heavy side.

“The expansion of your senses can be based on your opponent's clumsy skills. I guess I'm better at completing things."

“Whew.”

Alice slumbers, exhaling a boiling vice.

‘Barely. ’

It was uncomfortable. The master tried to give himself some armor, but he refused.

Alice didn't need any armor.

“What did you say? ”

Alice can't hear you because she's focused. She only listens to the target's final words.

I thought you said it was high.

I can see the elf's face in her eyes.

A unique helmet that doesn't cover its ears, revealing its face as well.

I can see the eyes, nose, and mouth. Soon her eyes stopped at the elf's nose.

“You snore a lot? Are you bragging about how pretty you look? My man likes a tough girl. ”

“Who!"

You hear Lynd's voice from afar.

The fairy is not angry. I just opened my mouth to Alice quietly.

“I'm a man, and I have no taste for humans. ”

“I'm a woman, and I have a taste for killing fairies. ”

“Madman. ”

When the elf grabs the sword again, Alice notices that the vice has moved beyond her hands and thighs behind her shoulders.

Flow is a flowing sword. It was a sword that made reasonable choices in combat situations.

Then I couldn't beat Royce.

It is a sword with a cripple that cannot exceed Royse's talent for judgment.

So Alice made a new one.

Flow was actually the basis of this sword. She crossed the flow and was able to create a new flow.

It was a moment when Tequila might have shed tears.

Wing.

Quake, the lightweight artifact sword cries.

Tsk.

It was like the sound of bee wings.

“Have you ever heard that the fifth floor isn't all the same? ”

Alice said.

“Human longevity. ”

The elf gives out a jab as she watches Alice's movements.

The Root Stage Nymph believed in his ability.

Bam!

Air burst between the two. Alice takes a step and a half to move her sword.

The shivering vice focuses on a single point and wiggles its sword endlessly.

The name of the sword is Eid Wing because it's too fast.

It seemed to have eight wings, so it was named after him.

There was also help from the artifact.

Quake was a vibrating sword, and the tremor helped her with her sword.

Wee-ing.

Alice's sword did not show that day. It just became a wing.

The Fairy Sword and Alice's wings are attached.

Ugh.

Alice instantly entered another time stream. My arm muscles are tingling and my headaches are coming.

Aside from the pain, the opposing elf's sword catches the eye like a still.

The sword was moving very slowly.

‘Let's avoid it.'

The shivering sword moved at the moment of my mind. The user's sword is as slow as the target's.

The Fairy Sword pursues her blade. Alice dodged it again.

The Fairy Eye still pursues her. Both of them fought over time at the human level.

One tries to push with force and the other tries to avoid.

‘Lynd helps. ’

His words reminded me that good trickery doesn't have to be complicated.

Alice dodged the third time, too. The Elf's Blade is now aiming for her without a fight.

I changed the location of my feet twice and I changed the location of my target 16 times.

And Alice confronted the Fairy Sword instead.

The power of the vibrating sword isn't just speeding up.

* * *

Lind looks back.

And you see Alice's sword shatter and crush the opponent's blade.

It wasn't a cut and stab. The moment Alice's wings touch the opponent, it's a grinder that shatters everything.

The elf's torso appears to be decomposing like it's grain.

Even with that horror, Lynd felt another emotion instead of fear.

Rind shouts as he feels the heat running through his chest.

“Baisa Alice! ”

“Wooooo!”

“Baisa Alice! ”

The battle cry of the Violent Swordsman echoes. It was the cheer of victory.

At the same time, Lind was more impressed with the man who commanded this battlefield than Alice.

This is Chris Fraunmoont, the commander who regulates the flow of battlefield.

Coincidence?

No, there are no coincidences on the battlefield. So, did Chris calculate all this?

That's not true.

So how did this happen? Lind looks back with questions.

It was where his master was.

* * *

The Sword King is fully aware of his limitations. I showed them all the skills I had and everything I had.

However, there are some opponents who cannot be defeated.

‘Power.’

The target is superior.

‘Technology.’

His nickname was the Black Lion of cunning.

A creature that had lived as a companion with a spear for a lifetime was the price of skill.

‘Body.’

Often said the real Weiss Knight should have three beats: skill, trained flesh, and vice.

The opposing Pokémon's body cannot be believed to belong to the aging one. The Sword King saw the results he had made.

One wound to the forearm.

His shredded sword reveals Abel's arm muscles.

The red bitten muscles wrap around his forearm to make him look good.

‘Vise.’

“Geez.”

The Sword King seemed to be smiling.

Weiss, Weiss, Weiss.

He spent his whole life with it. Trained and polished.

So I knew the power of Weiss. Nevertheless, Abel the Spear King was at the top of his class.

“Sixth floor?”

“Wishy, yes. By the way, the clumsy man who built the Nine Towers is on the sixth floor. But those standards are actually different. ”

“I know. ”

The vice grows in different forms in the human body. There was no other way to achieve the same form of performance.

It was only after a certain level of Weiss Knight that I realized.

Woojik.

A piece of ragged breastplate is torn apart and thumps to the ground. Armor worn to protect the body, but the weight is gone, making it easier to stand on two legs.

The armor was worn during the Fogaton-weight phase, but a myriad of useless attacks remain on your body.

Abel breaks the opposing team's armor.

“And wearing that heavy armor isn't necessarily an advantage. ”

Abel said.

It was different from what I had initially ignored him.

“It was worth it. ”

Abel's assessment was that he was sentenced to death.

The Blue Dragon Knights and Dual Moon Warriors fought bravely, but this battle was defeated.

‘I underestimated the power of Teggis. ’

The Knights of the Sky have overwhelmed Armor's forces.

How could I not ride on their proud day?

Did you lose?

What will the aftermath of this defeat bring?

The Sword King wanted to think more, but he knew he didn't have a chance.

“I want to save you, you know? We're at war.”

It said that if I sent it back, it would be a relief. The Sword King nods.

“Can I give it back literally? ”

And then there's the voice.

Pearls.

A quiet walk, unrelated to the noise of battle, and a knight walks through the woods.

“Goddamn Demon Powder. I wish I could stop snowing. Right, Moonlight?”

A knight approaches with his helmet around his side, talking to his sword.

The snow falls over the redhead and splits to the side.

Abel's eyebrows twitch upon seeing it.

“Greetings, old man. I'm surprised to see the man still walking into the palace. I just wanted to let him go, but the lord wanted to wrinkle his neck. ”

“Whipken Ludwig. ”

Abel's mouth dries up and vomits.