The sun is shining.
Outside the Ronia Territory.
There are many corpses beyond the outer walls. The prisoners stand dumbfounded on it.
They looked up at the rising sun and said,
“... is over. ”
All the undead who invaded have perished.
I was deaf to the screams of the demons until now, but the pain came as I burst my neck with excitement.
I could no longer care less about such little pain and guidance.
The feeling that comes from the heart.
It gave me the fantastic word 'victory’ in my head.
Soon, the prisoners opened their mouths, feeling unruly pleasure.
“We…. ”
“I won!”
“You defeated the Undead once again! Haha!”
The prisoners burst into laughter.
The shout of joy resounded in the battlefield.
Charlotte looks at the prince who is far away from the center of the battlefield.
“Hail the Prince! ”
The prisoners lift up the tired prince and rinse his throat.
The prince hated it, but he left it alone to stop him.
“Long live the High Septon! ”
Next, Elise flashes.
“Hail, saint! ”
“Hail, Holy Virgin--! ”
“The Palace of Justice will last forever! ”
The more she heard the scream, Charlotte smiled bitterly.
There was very little she could do in this war.
Most of the work was done by the seven princes and Elise.
Charlotte feels bitter in the distance.
“You've grown since I've never seen you, Alan."
Suddenly, Charlotte looks away.
You see Spell sitting on the floor exhausted.
He drank water from his leather pocket with a bitter face.
I recognize the look on Spell's face.
It resembled itself.
It's the wind.
It is the eyes that pursue beings far enough away to reach them.
Spell glances at Charlotte.
“Ms. Paladin, please take good care of Alan. ”
When the eyes met, Charlotte stopped and looked at him in surprise.
She looks back at the prince.
“He's strong, but he's reckless. I don't know when it's going to collapse unless you back him up."
The former Crown Prince of the Divine Constitution and the man who put Allen in danger.
Thinking back to the time of Aslan, there is still no forgiveness.
Charlotte gripped her teeth and turned her back calmly.
“Of course.”
I won't have to say it.
For her, the Seven were the goal and the will of life.
I've already made up my mind.
I will throw away even the swords I have worked so hard for.
That's the first thing she has to do.
Charlotte walks with her back to the territory of Ronia.
Now I had to get the equipment to make a solid decision.
To do that, it's the largest arsenal of the Holy See.
Quest must be placed in the territory of Hilda.
Charlotte heads for Lonia, and Alan watches her behind the scenes.
* *
“You are the Crown Prince. Guia has chosen you! ”
As I rode to the mansion on my horse, I had to listen to the strange words of Lord Jennard.
I sighed and spoke to Lord Jennard.
“I need you to stop talking and take care of the rest. ”
“Is that okay? ”
Behind-the-scenes command with prisoners.
The exterior wall collapsed, making repairs and restructuring of the detainees inevitable.
At a time when the command system was lacking, Lord Jennard was a necessary talent.
“You're the only one I can trust. ”
Lord Jennard's expression is flattering.
“Very well. I'll see you then. ”
Lord Jennard gladly bows his head, riding his horse toward the outer wall.
The man is full of energy to be sent back to prison.
I watched Lord Jennard's back and looked at the mansion.
You can see Charlotte already arriving, and in front of the mansion there are dozens of wagons with Lonian regular troops.
Supply troops from Lonia alternating the Hilda territory to replenish their equipment.
I watched the wagon's chariot and Charlotte talk in front of the mansion.
The wagon nodded and said.
“Can I pass it on to Queen Hilda? ”
Charlotte hands out a letter to the wagon.
“Please. I need you as soon as possible. ”
“Very well. The waves of death will be upon us soon, so we will be ready as soon as possible before then.“ ”
The wagon checked the letter and put it in his arms.
Charlotte nods and leaves her position and enters the mansion.
I approached the horseman with curiosity.
“What's going on? ”
I endured the horror of the wagon and tried to be polite.
“No, thank you. So you're going back to your sister's territory? ”
Hilda Territory is home to the Dwarves and Elves of Craftsmanship.
What does Charlotte write there for?
The horse replied lightly, whether it was treated as a secret or not.
“You asked me to make equipment. ”
“Equipment?”
I tilted my head, and the horse nodded.
“Just in time for weapons supply. Lord Charlotte has asked you to make a custom piece of equipment to supply the soldiers' equipment. ”
“Which one? ”
“Because I don't know exactly about it.... ”
The wagon carefully took out the letter.
There seems to be an equipment quest in the letter.
A situation that cannot be forcibly torn.
The wagon is worried about taking the letter, too.
I thought about Charlotte's equipment.
A white armor fitting for the body and a sword descended from Herze for generations, that is all.
Do I need something else as a paladin?
Maybe they need new armor or a sword.
I looked at the horseman and said,
“Then do me a favor. ”
“Yes?”
The wagon tilts its head.
I removed the cargo from the item window and loaded it into the back of the wagon in the cargo compartment.
The carpus was quite light, but it sounded heavy considering its size.
The horse's eyes widen.
“To my sister. ”
“... What kind of bones? It looks like a fang, but it can't be a monster's fang this big..."
The horse horse looked at the carina with a curious expression.
“Dragon bones. ”
The wagon's face hardens.
He looked at me and asked.
“You're kidding, right?”
“The real one. Oh, I'll give you the Dragon Scale in return. Tell her.”
“Oh my...! ”
The wagon showed great interest in equipment supply.
I couldn't take my eyes off the dragon's fangs in the cargo hold.
I told the horseman.
“Tell your sister. Make this equipment for Charlotte. Armor is as good as it gets."
“Oh, I see. But where did you get it...? ”
It's not just a caribou.
The hardest part of the dragon.
An awl that doesn't melt even the breath of a dragon.
The hardness is said to match the legendary metal, the Oricon.
“Then please. It's a gift. Tell her to do everything she can. ”
The wagon nods.
Then, the area around the mansion became noisy.
I turned my head and looked at the road leading to the mansion.
“You! Don't you behave yourself! ”
“What's the power of this business! ”
“Careful, if you're careless, you're going to get stung. ”
Dozens of prisoners shout.
The Lycan captured among them roars in horror.
Threatened with spears, shackled limbs, and restrained in chains.
Dozens of prisoners have been pushed away from their forces.
Haman, who was leading those prisoners, rides to the mansion on his horse.
“Your Highness.”
Haman approaches me from the horse.
“I want to talk to you about this case. ”
What did they find out?
I asked Haman.
“Did the Vampire do this? ”
“Yes, that too... ”
Haman nods and lets out a cold sweat.
“Looks like you're preparing for something quite troubling. ”
“Jotun came out, Lycan mentioned the warp, and it's quite suspicious. We need to find out more...."
Haman turns his gaze and looks at Lycan.
I asked Haman that.
“How long do you think it will take to get information? ”
“... for at least two weeks to a month. We have reports in the Great Depression, so we need time to get them. ”
“A week. Can you do it in there? ”
Haman bows his head.
“I'll try.”
I sighed and watched the Lycans being dragged into the mansion.
“I hope you don't get involved in any trouble. ”
I didn't expect much from the Giants in the legendary Jotun.
Somewhat expected
Hans' warp coordinates point north.
As soon as I found out what their purpose was, I was going to subdue the Vampires of the North.
* *
Hilda region, the largest armory of the Holy See.
The First Princess.
Hilda was watching the letter that was delivered to her.
In my opinion, it was a letter sent a week ago.
The letter was written by a girl named Charlotte Heraiz, the Lord of the Hundred Crusades.
There are polite greetings and simple matters.
It's straightforward, not backward.
You are as rude as you ask.
But there was a phrase that appealed to Hilda most.
- I want to protect you.
I felt desperate because it was a short word.
Hilda smiled.
She looks at you.
A cavalry of supplies stands, and beneath it you see dragon fangs and scales wrapped in silk.
The horseman bowed his head and told me the news of the seven princes.
“The Crown Prince wishes to present a gift to his precious sidekick. You asked me to do everything in my power to make the equipment."
Hilda stands up.
“Of course. You should listen to your brother's request. ”
She came out of the castle.
Where she's headed is a minefield off the coast of Hilda.
It's full of blacksmiths.
A place of Dwarves and Blacksmiths who can make even the Dagger of the Apocalypse in just 10 days.
Hilda made a bold move.
The Green Cross escorts her.
“Oh! Hilda, good morning! ”
“Beer of the day, I hope! ”
The dwarves carry the stones from the mines.
Hilda nods lightly at them.
A forge flowing through a volcanic furnace is where she headed.
The gates of the forge open and the hot heat touches Hilda's skin.
Ding-! P-!
The iron rings as the air expands.
It sounded clear and cheerful, but it was intense enough to make it sound like a loud noise.
And a blacksmith with a cheerful voice.
Little tall, bloated beard.
There is a Bellogue, the leader of the Dwarves who work in leather gloves with goggles on.
In the heat, Hilda clamps her arms and shouts.
“Bellogue!”
Bellogue glances back in surprise.
When he sees Hilda entering the forge, he stops his work in a surprise.
“No, Hilda! How many times have I told you not to come in here? That fine skin might burn! ”
Bellogue approaches Hilda and pushes her back.
“Hey, Green Cross. What are you guys doing? I can't believe you brought Hilda to such a dangerous place! ”
Bellogue shouts like a parent who cares about her daughter.
I was more worried about my behavior and tone than I was about my manners towards the Empress.
Hilda said what she wanted to do while being pushed behind her back.
“I came here for a favor. ”
“I'll do you a favor and get out of here. The one who can't marry is hurt by his skin..."
Hilda's eye muscles falter briefly.
She clears her throat and stares at the bellogue pushing her back.
“I've been saving the caribou. ”
Bellogue looks up at her, flawed.
"... You're kidding, right? ”
Hilda flicks her fingers.
The Green Cross pulled out a large cartilage.
“Oh, my God. Really? ”
Bellogue opens his eyes wide.
And I couldn't take my eyes off the carousel, forgetting to push Hilda away.
His eyes turned dazzling.
What kind of armor is born if you refine that fang?
I was thrilled to imagine.
Hilda rolls her mouth up, looking at Bellogue's face.
“What do you think? Will you do me a favor? ”
“W-whatever Hilda commands, of course. But what kind? ”
Hilda corrects her posture.
I folded my arms with my legs shoulder-width apart.
I raised my head and spoke boldly like a man's blacksmith.
“Use the scaffolding to make equipment. ”
Bellogue's eyes widen.
Hilda raises a finger and presses the bellogue on her forehead.
He adds words with a playful expression.
“As this is a special gift for someone precious, make it with all your heart. ”
The bellogue nods with a shivering face.
I think I will.
I can't just throw away this precious thing.
“How long does it last? ”
The Green Cross gave the dragon's fang to Bellogue.
The size of the bellogue is so large that it can't balance it, it's rattled.
“Well, it depends on what it is. But we can make it in 10 days. ”
“Short.”
“A long period of time doesn't make a good piece. ”
Human and Dwarf standards were different.
For the dwarves, the equipment was the same as working hard to refine for the best quality.
Rough stones can also be crafted to reduce damage and make sturdier and more powerful items with less time.
Bellogue was curious.
What kind of things are you asking yourself to make by entrusting the carousel to yourself?
“But what equipment are you talking about? ”
You heel the bellogue's question and curl your mouth and spit out a word.
“Shield.”
Then he glanced down at the Bellogue and said with confidence.
"Make the strongest shield on earth. ”