Iron Blood Earl Riccianne

Glug glug!

The wall collapsed in a single stroke. And three masks groan beneath the rubble of the crumbling wall.

“You bastards! ”

It was Caith who was screaming. His face was distorted by anger and not a human figure. This is because I saw Father Annes' face, which was so shocked that my eyes opened.

He has neither armor nor long sword, but the speculation emanating from his body is a more formidable weapon than anything else.

Popot!

Five shadows strike down at Anness and Caith, with the sound of lightly pulling the floor.

“These things!”

At the sound of a thud, Caith's body flutters like a violent wave.

Phew!

The user pushes two masks into the ground simultaneously, running into a single extended fist. At the same time, stretch your feet without looking back at the faces of the three masks running behind you.

Pa-bak!

Five people fly like a broken kite and fall to the ground. A shout that struck Caith in the ear.

“You're out! ”

I turned my head in a hurry and saw Lycaen shouting with a long candlestick for the ceremony. The candlestick in Lycaen's hand was already glowing with blood.

A shadow suddenly enters Caith's arms.

“Huff!”

Surprised, Caith stops, not hurrying to retreat. The shadow is Joel holding the duchess.

“No, you scared me! ”

“Take him away! ”

Joel hands over the Marquis of Dorbon he was holding to Caith and blows away without delay.

“Profit!”

When Caith does not intend to retreat, he is ready to fight, and Lycaen shouts once more.

“Hey, bear, aren't you going?! ”

“Leave these alone?! ”

“You fool! Should I put blood on my hands on the day of the wedding?! ”

In a short conversation, the candlestick in Lycaen's hand was holding the strong wind and pushing the masks away.

“Ugh!"

Caith pauses silently, dumbfounded by Riyaen's cry. Seeing Anness sitting there, frightened, still unconscious, I realized what I had to do.

Caith, a warped man, holds Agnes and Lord Dovern in both hands and blows away.

“I'll take care of it!”

“Leave it to me!”

A ballroom full of two voices echoes out loud. At the same time, Caith throws himself to the entrance of the banquet hall. A few masks stand in front of Caith, but they roll the floor back into Joel's hands.

For a short moment, Caith nods at Joel and walks out of the ballroom. At the same time, Joel stands blocking the entrance to the banquet hall.

“Heheheh, today was a day my friend should be very happy about! Those who go out will die! ”

Joel smiles grimly and shows his willingness not to send one of them out of the ballroom.

Even so, Lycaen's hands were restless.

Quadruple!

Riiien's body pierces the space like the wind, as if stepping on a heavy gravel. And as the wind passed, three or four masks rolled around the floor.

It was then.

“Suck!”

Suddenly, Mana whirls from everywhere. I feel like Lycaen knows it well!

"How to drink!"

It was not magic, it was alcohol. Likewise, while using Mana, Lycaen was able to clearly distinguish between the two.

Pablo!

I lifted myself up without seeing anything else. At the same time, a huge flame rises from where Lycaen stood, digging a huge pit into the floor.

But it's not the end. Three strands of energy rush towards Lycaen, floating in the air. A white flame holding two winds and the power of the wind in its embrace.

“Grrrgh!"

Lycaen gives a twisted smile.

At the same time, he pushed out the candlestick in the air and rotated very slowly. In the meantime, the flame increases its heat and speed, and it hits Lycaen with a white-white force to burn.

At that moment, the slowly spinning candlestick stopped. The moment when the tip of the candlestick collides with the exact flame that strikes it.

“Huff!”

“No!”

A frightening shout erupts.

It was because he saw the flame that had struck Lycaen circling around the end of the rotating candlestick. Moving too slowly to be recognizable by practitioners without developed vision.

And the moment the flame on the end of the candlestick rotated exactly once.

Shhhhh!

White sparks twist and fly towards the druids.

Kuaang!

Three magicians lay in the ashes, unavoidable.

“Oh, shit! ”

Lycaen screams.

The drunken arts returned, but their strength was so strong that the candlestick couldn't hold and half melted.

And the masks didn't miss the opportunity.

Three cooler stalks converge toward Lycaen. And the masks collapsed without realizing that they had a chance to die for what they thought was an opportunity.

Then Lycaen picks up a dead mask's sword. It was half the length of the usual long sword, but it didn't matter. "Bloodshed" was a sword that was not bound by the length or sharpness of the sword.

Whoo-hoo!

A terrifying sword echoes through Lycaen's hands. It echoes through the banquet hall like an envoy's cry. And Likayen's blood created the river of blood as it was called.

I can't hear any screams. Everything was immersed in the giant currents created by the bloodstream.

The alchemists who were intermingled among the masks used to use chi and blow up the technique, but even then they get caught up in the rush of blood.

The floor of the banquet hall was filled with red blood. A hundred men were drowned in Lycaen's sword under a river of blood.

The terrified masks quickly retreated, shouting, but Lycaen's sword was still generating turbulence.

“That monster! ”

It was Joel who was spitting out a word. Around him are the bodies of the masked men who were trying to chase after Caith.

“Huff, puff! ”

Keith's bedroom sits on the high floor of the Gronst backwriting.

Caith was sitting in the corner of his bedroom, beautifully decorated for his wedding night, already breathing heavily for over a decade. However, the beating heart is rarely soothed by anger.

I wanted to break into Circus' stronghold right away.

“Kill them all…. ”

Caith mutters to himself, unable to bear with his anger. Suddenly, his words blur. And I closed my eyes quietly, taking a deep breath. Anes, who has just recovered his mind, hugged him tightly. And a quiet, ringing voice.

“Hold on, hold on, hold on, Caith. ”

He was still shocked and trembling, and Caith couldn't help but look at Agnes, trying to drown the anger of her loved ones.

Caith, who grabbed Anness by the neck and lightly sweeped her back, said in a small voice.

“Thank you, Anness. ”

Just then, Annes' thinning shoulders began to calm down.

With a light sigh, Caith, lying on the bed holding Anness, bows his head toward Marquis Dovern, who is sitting quietly on one side.

“I didn't look good enough. ”

“That's okay. A man shouldn't have that blood. By the way... ”

Then the bedroom door opened wide.

“Phew! Hah……. ”

Caith, who was about to get up in surprise, sighs again and sits there.

The people who came into the room were Lycaen and Joel covered in blood.

Lycaen bows down to Earl Dovern and Annes.

“You put me through something terrible on a good day. I'm sorry."

“That's okay. My son-in-law seems to be involved, too, so I can't say I blame you. ”

“Thank you for thinking that. ”

“You're making all the noises. Do you have any idea what this is about? ”

“Long story short. In fact, it has something to do with what I asked you to do on your way here. ”

“That must have been pretty bad. ”

Seeing the Marquis Dovern nodding his head, he expected Lycaen to say this.

“Yes, but I don't have time right now. It's a little difficult here. Could you wait a moment, please? ”

“Of course.”

With Lord Dovern's permission, Lycaen turns to Caith.,

“I guess I'll just have to do it that way. ”

“Hehe!”

Caith frowns without my knowledge.

Lycaen once again urges Caith to make his decision.

“It's obvious that today's failure will make their next attack much larger. I don't want to sit on my ass. I don't want to see it. ”

Caith looks at Anness for a moment, expressing a conflict with her young face, then nods with difficulty.

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