Manowa

◎ Royal Castle Griffonias Courtyard

Tong.

and Blair Deckerman stepped down into the courtyard.

The giant griffon behind him was also following down. The look is a mixture of red and black, and the wind sounds are different in color from the ruby griffon I saw in the game.

"Blair Deckerman...... right?

Blair laughs niggly at the words of the wind.

The soldier behind the wind sound finally swallows the circumstances and sets up a spear, but his face is bright blue. The most guardian beast of the country is staring at this one. That would also be impossible.

"Are you Kazane? Well, you look like you're just a kid."

"I hope you missed the contents because they're just kids too. I hope Tiara returns it."

"Tiara? Is that lady out there somewhere?

The wind sounds view the ruby griffon.

"King, you killed him, didn't you?

Ask that in an emotionless voice. My anger seemed to be on the table if I tried to be conscious and calm. But it only pleases the person in front of you.

"Then who's calling Ruby Griffon?

Blair narrows her eyes to the question of wind noise.

What do you know about that?

The smell of King Mephirus' blood drifts from Blair, and Tiara from among those summoners as well.

"You're a big lady at all"

"Compliments don't answer anything. So, you won't give it back to me?

"You can't," Blair shook her head at the wind noise she mouthed.

"I am. It took me five years to get ready."

Spread your hands and Blair will say so.

I don't even claim the wind sounds of any... Needless to say, if you can talk to me, it would have been more convenient for me to keep talking.

"The curse I've developed is something that I'm going to send in and penetrate little by little. Little by little, little by little, through the veins of the earth, through food, from the wind, from the water and into the body of the king."

"You didn't find out much."

"Each of the components is harmless. It's not that kind of thing that humans realize. In fact, nobody would have noticed until you got here, would they?

That was true.

"Well, I don't know how you did it, but I guess you have a lot of powerful purification or spell-breaking skills. It's a big deal for human beings."

Blair praises the wind sounds as heartfelt.

"I won't open the seeds."

"Not now. Enjoy the conversation."

The wind sounds to Blair, who says so and laughs.

"You were at the Second Prince's to make it easier to see how things were going, right?

"Oh, if we don't get close, we won't know exactly when it's harvested. Best of all, it was out of the math that got in the way before the best of times."

"I'm sorry about that"

"It's a whole lot of trouble. Thanks to this, I was halfway to pruning, and I had to get substitutes."

Blair looks at Ruby Griffon.

"You're gonna do the same thing to Tiara as the king, aren't you?

"He's a smart kid. Right, now I've decided to take care of it. I already rewrote half of it. The rest won't take five years."

But...... says Blair.

"What matters is the will of the contractor. We have to give despair and try to give up our own will. I was going to leave the country early when I got my Ruby Griffon from that old body because I'd only have more trouble roughing things up, too."

That's how Blair sees the wind.

"It's really troubling stuff. If it was just that weak old man, I think he could have pushed his spirit far enough, for example, to cause useless strife between his sons or to have his granddaughter killed."

(Was that a pioneer, that kidnapping?)

"But I wonder about that young girl named Tiara. You seem to have a pretty strong spirit, and you'll break a bone to despair that one"

"Then give it up. You can't have a dog with a pet."

Blair laughs at the words of the wind.

"I see. Nice suggestion. Well, I say no."

So I cut it off.

"For example, yeah. I wonder about you. You are the hero who saved her. That you will be mutilated, beaten, nabbed, offended, and decided by me."

The sound of the wind frowns upon the words.

"Suppose I pull you to the front of Tiara as she carefully crushes you from the tip of your fingers to the base of your hands and feet, eats off your breasts, and pulls off your eyeballs. Then what would she say?

"Well, I think you say it's a bad hobby."

Blair laughs out loud with great pleasure before the wind sounds that answer so.

(Ugh, I'm a little chicken)

I know they mean everything they say. I understand the wind noise in the instinctive part that that would do exactly what I just said without even hesitation.

"Goddamn it, no. Excuse me. She's a really delightful young lady, you are. I don't know if I'd enjoy it without killing him for the moment."

"It's clear, so I think you'll be able to peel off your tempered skin soon."

This is an honest feeling. The wind noise still screams and doesn't escape, because there is still a winning chance. The wind sounds smell and I feel soldiers from this country gathering around me. Apparently, the person giving the instructions is excellent. He understands the wind noise time buyer and makes soldiers position themselves around him.

"Well, even if you know it, it's usually something that screams and runs away. The men behind you are already incontinent and down."

"You're dirty."

I put myself up on the shelf.

"You have no mercy. Well, maybe it's something that grown-ups can't help but work so hard with such an old girl."

And Blair asks the wind noise.

"So, is it time?

The wind sounded like cold sweat pouring down my cheeks.

"A little more...?

(Well, you understand. I'm standing in the middle of a courtyard with such grandeur)

I guess the man in front of me is confident he can win even if he contends with the soldiers of this castle. That shouldn't simply be a win for the existence of a ruby griffon behind it.

"I guess. The soldiers of this country, especially those in this castle, thought they were quite highly skilled from me. I guess it's about time I finished prep gymnastics."

"Ah, yeah."

Blair's perception is generally correct. All you have to do is timing the attack. The wind noise that was sensing it with the smell of the surroundings tried to postpone the conversation for now, and noticed signs of impending from behind.

"Ho."

Blair looks behind the wind sounds intriguing.

(Wow!?

The wind noise was also noticed by the smell. No, I've noticed from the beginning that I was exactly there. I thought it was okay. I believed you would enjoy it.

But there was also a miscalculation in the wind noise.

There he was, a pure man who felt no meaning whatsoever in his intentions for battle or in his calculations for victory on this occasion.

A man who was supposed to have taken back what was taken from him,

A man who was deprived of everything shortly afterwards,

The man who killed my beloved father,

A man deprived of his beloved daughter,

I didn't even notice the wind sounds, such as feeling for victory and not having fine dust, just making me hate, waving my sword, only wishing to kill.

That's how the love of the parents, the love of the child, ruins everything.

I mean, what does that mean? The answer is simple.

"Blaaaaaaaa!!!

It was Audine Tulug Tuvara's blood-running eyes that slashed her into a single blair.