Manowa

Kingdom of Soldard.

Once about to enter into a head-on clash with its neighbor, the Kingdom of Minciana, that country was now usurped in a state of civil war between Balom and the fallen nobles by a man named Balom Soldard who suddenly appeared.

Having said that, the royalty was now the third princess, Miliere Soldard, alone, and there are few great names the nobles can have for Barome, his husband and current king. Even with Barome again, it was just to say that he was daring the rebels to swim until some domestic solemnity was over.

Something that is easier to manage if left as a flag than being lurked underground poorly. While the uprooted nobles were moving in that way, Balom continued to thoroughly oppress the royal marquis nobility and build and transform the country the way he wished.

"Barrome, the sky is dark today."

"Oh, it will also rain in the evening. This cold breeze could be poisonous in that stomach. You'd better be inside by now."

Royal Castle Barolga in the heart of the Wang capital Mauerdent. In the balcony dedicated to that royal family is Miliere Soldard, once called the Third Princess and now Lady Soldard.

Speak to that woman with a young appearance like a girl, and then Barome proceeds among kings. He's just over twenty years old. He's still a young man. But the expression was the sole of the warriors of war.

"That's a perfectly good thing."

'Well, you know what? Was it strong inside?'

There is a voice coming from somewhere to the words that went in between the kings and whined.

'I understand that it is desirable to be a foolish woman against you. If I had a child, I would be willing to join hands with the nobles outside and embark on your assassination. "

"You must be the one guiding me that way."

Barrome sat docilely on the throne, saying so.

'With that kind of bait, you can even say you're following. It's nothing but a business belly for me to have a boy from Ichii. "

Balom laughs at the voice.

"Let me kill my own flesh and blood. If it wasn't for the blood to inherit, I'd like to finish it as soon as possible."

'Don't bother with that. For some (it does), Soldard's blood muscles disappear just like his own loss'.

"Anyway, it would have ensured a flow of blood I don't know about."

The voice laughed faintly at Balom's sarcastic words.

"It would be a classic story for a king's blood man to regain his throne from his usurper."

"Chip, you're the same, ElBaron. If you think you've been back a long time, that's it."

"Even if you say you're back, the main body of a certain (if it is) is always this one."

The Lord of his voice was about four meters of bright white armor standing behind the throne. No one is in it, but surely the signs are out of it, and so is the voice.

The identity of that armor is the guardian uniform of Soldard, the guardian knight 'Elbaron'.

It is a willed armor that can connect with the river of magic (etherline) and wield mighty power, similar to the treasure sword of Minciana: the White Sword, the guardian beast of Tuvara: the Ruby Griffon, the divine spear of Hyvern: the Gungnir. And he was also as godly as Norman of Heyvern.

It was not only the princess who was put on the throne by Barrome Soldard, who is out of the city well, but it is significant that this Elbaron recognized Barrome. Barome asks that elbaron.

"Regardless of the main body, your consciousness should be in possessed armor. Surely you weren't supposed to have been to the Kingdom of Lindo?

To Balom's words, Elbaron returned the words with some joy.

"Failed"

"... ho"

Balom's eyes narrow in the words.

"That's all you've been doing here lately."

'Not really, but, well, this time, it's because the foolish fellow got his hands on the opponent he was supposed to avoid. So you got burned and came back with these bodies.'

"Oh, my God, that. Do you have someone you're afraid of?

Ballom laughs delightfully.

"Run Ri. He's a tough opponent in many ways to get our hands on." A White Bunch, "I didn't expect to be that strong in just a few months.

"Well, I've heard that name before."

Barrome remembers it's a party of raw dragon slayers who have killed so many dragons in the last few months. He also heard that he was close to Minciana and the center of Hyvern, but naturally he never thought Barome would speak his name here either.

"What did they do? No, you guys tried to get stopped?

"It takes a lot of work to erode the kingdom of Lindo. They tried to show us our strength when they killed all the men who were in the way... '

"That's a doodle."

"All I'm saying is what kids think."

Barrome laughed "Ha ha" at Elbaron, who answered not so well.

'Cause a certain person is just a helper.'

Yes, Barrome laughs even more at Elbaron, who talks like an excuse, but when he finishes laughing for a moment, he says one thing.

"Terrible story."

"Nevertheless, they are the ones who keep hoping for immortality while gaining weight. If I had succeeded, I wouldn't have had a problem. '

"But if you fail... you look happy with that split"

From earlier on, Elbaron seemed in a good mood.

'Well, yeah. The reason I helped this time was to fight a strong swordsman, but they were different, but I could accomplish that too. "

Balom sighs at the words returned with joyful voices. And for a long time, I mourned in my heart my country, ruled by this battle junkie.

"No, wait. What happened to that weapon?

Barome opens his eyes and asks ElBaron.

"The armor of the Booster was destroyed. The Great Shield of the Night King's Sword and Heavenly Mirror would have been taken away. '

Balom will be in the words. They were all powerful enough to be controlled by the state.

"No, it's taken from my country, so why don't you tell me to return it?

'Only the winner has the right to have the arr. That's an innocent idea, common man.'

"Yes, sir. It's a joke, damn it."

That's what Barome says and tongues.

'Nevertheless, my companions were also hurt so hard that they could not move for the time being. The issue of black potion will probably be known as well. At least your intervention in the Kingdom of Lindo will end in failure.'

It's sad.

As a matter of fact, I know the existence of the black potion itself and that it is causing problems, but I am not particularly involved just in acquiescence.

There are only a few places and means that can be manufactured, and there is no fear of being disturbed, so as long as control is in place, there will be no leaning of the country, so we let the Elbarons do what they want.

"Well, I've accomplished my original purpose, so there's nothing wrong with that."

"Is that the one you said earlier about fighting the mighty?

Barrome asks that as he looks at ElBaron's armor.

'No, it's an experiment in black potion. Building a network through a river of magic (etherline) mediated by alle. It was hundreds of people in size, but it did show behavior beyond the line of estimates'

Elbaron speaks that it was superimposed that confirmed that the intake leading up to the runoff of Hilcolation was lower than expected. Regardless, most of Balom doesn't understand the meaning of the word.

"It was more efficient than unmediated interference by psychiatric interference waves, and it seemed fine with intake and trace amounts. In other words, it turns out it's not that much of a problem in terms of quantity. I've been thinking about plans to increase production, but that doesn't mean I need it much anymore."

"Neh-wah? Was that definitely like taking your soul away from you efficiently?

'That's what it is. Those who were once devoured by the devil via a thunderous information network are wackos trying to repeat the same thing. Cause and effect. "

I don't know.

Elbaron's laughter echoed in Balom, who answered so.

'Well, I hope you're able to move the country right. I don't care if Soldard stays where he is.'

Whether the rulers changed or not, it was one story that was not a problem for Elbaron as long as he had faith. And when the word was finished, one of the armor decorated between Gashan and this king, left and right, moved out.

"Then I left the country to you"

"Well, good luck at best."

Not from behind the throne, Barrome answered with his hand raised to the voice echoing from the moving armor, and sat sloppily on the throne as the armor went out. And I think as I look at the ceiling between kings where no one is.

(If it's a white bunch, or if it's a bunch of people, we can take care of it...?

God Killer. The possibility was also contemplated, and Barome set out to gather information on a whiter group than at this time.