Maouyome

144 Above the Bridge (Sword Saint's Cry 5)

There was something that should not have happened.

In front of Suzumori.

Lord Lynn Filet is rambling in town looking like a ghost.

The awkward man sat back with his small and large scores, and went to the place where he had heard from the Alliance's users.

All that floats on the road are questions about why, why, and why.

Didn't you already leave town?

Why are you exposed to ghosts in public?

What happened to your two children?

Why has something happened to you?

With resentment for standing in idleness, the awkward man ran through with all his might, with the anxiety of recruiting and the unconvincing confusion.

"Since I came to Kensei, I've had more time to be with her.... Actually, that's just a little bit, I'm glad '

Lord Leanscheid was desperate to endure as young as he could and not to cause trouble to anyone.

"Even if it's not as good as that, Kensei is also strong.... Me too, I want to be strong. I want to be stronger, and now I want to protect you and Leanscheid, like Chi."

In the face of the remnants of his unbearability, he let his strong will dwell, and Lord Adolphus had his lips bitten.

It's cheap for both of us to pass through the chest.

Something to protect, something to be protected.

... its life.

It was as if my head, which had come here and moaned at my own loss, was finally waking up.

A number of suspicions I missed without realizing.

In the first place, there was no such thing as the insolent Lord Linfilet, or the silent disappearance of him.

I don't care what happened.

Whether it be Lord Adolphus or Lord Leanscheid.

Take that...

Awkward people are in the hazz of knowing very well.

Haz I knew, but the awkward...

It is in this matter that I love my stupidity.

'Please despise me. I chose to protect these children rather than take my husband's revenge.'

Let's resent it. Come on, let's hate it.

How itchy is that?

But even the hatred of her husband swallowed up, and Lord Lynfilet, who defended his two sons until he fell silent. In addition, expose yourself to the eyes of the lurking haz.

... first, definitely.

Something must have happened to both of us.

While the awkward are wasting their moments because of their stupidity.

Under the moonlight, we rushed through a number of residential blocks to the streets that separated the city from Otsutsu.

The smell of tension and blood that becomes stronger every time you bend Shitsuji as the disturbing air increases tingling and humidity. Disturbing signs lurking in the dark at a tense night. When this was real, I could follow the awkward for different reasons.

Something that should not happen.

Hazy things that will happen.

I want it to be some kind of mistake.

There is something wrong.

The desire of the awkward man in the blink of an eye was there, however, as a sight of reality that was not distorted.

White princess night fork nestled under the moon.

The lofty pointed angle showed heaven unchanged, and the silky grey hair in the night breeze was moonlight, as if it was slightly lit in the darkness at night.

There is no shame in standing at ease. Even if you lose your words to a graceful and resolute look, the only thing you can carry in your hand is a pale spear one day.

It will be in return blood. Lord Lynfilet, still dyeing his body with a red splash, just looked down quietly over the bridge at the wreckage of several people rolling at his feet.

I felt like I saw a slight upset there when my red eyes were turned for a moment to the awkward man who stopped at the loss of words.

In that appearance, one day Lord Lynn Filet, who could be illuminated by soldering, was indeed overlapping among the awkward.

"What's going on here?

Drinking in the mood to calm the place down.

Lord Limfilet is in Lord Limfilet.

Once again, the awkward man who was able to confirm the matter retrieved me, put his hand on the pattern, and tried to rush over the bridge.

To protect Lord Limfilet from such disasters. Of course the awkward had intended it.

For a moment there was a voice that Lord Lynn Filet had given him earlier, even if he did not say anything.

"Oh sword temple! This is a comforting ally that wanted to show up! The Temple of the Sword is here!

If you pay attention to the familiar voice, the figure of the Kingsguard with the royal palace was there among the soldiers sloping across the bridge.

Some of the familiar guild buddies' faces are also lined up there.

Expected ringing plates had also emerged from the surroundings, as if in line with the Lord Commander of Kingsguard.

But in it, Lord Limfilet, distracted by the awkwardness, responded to the voice, swordswallowed to kill, and stared at the men.

Nod softly and discern for a moment that the enemy is not in the hands of the Demon King.

"I saw you with Lord Kingsguard. Aah! Master Shi, what the hell is going on here?

"Hih, it's a princess night fork! This is how I broiled out a previously reported" Suzumori Mitsuji "lurking in this town!

... Broil it out.

Strangely enough, the Kingsguard said so.

Take it to the awkward. The word is puzzling. Ultimate. I didn't feel comfortable sitting badly.

"... how the hell is that? How did the Kingsguard know that in the first place?"

"I was half-hearted when I first heard it, too, but the two little ones are already in our hands! All you have to do is discuss that ghost! Sword Temple!

... Heard that?

That's what I said, behind which Lord Kingsguard shifts his body. Two unmistakable children, held in the hands of a man standing on his back.

Together, the monkeys have been mocked, and their bodies have been tied up so hard with wilderness rope that it hurts to see them.

Stunning and upsetting, I had a strong grip on my heart's heart.

… why.

All those who are in incomprehensible and unconvinced situations have realized that the current situation is at its worst.

I don't even know how or why I was able to catch them, but to help them. For this reason, I only understand that Lord Limfilet is now impatient with the Lord...

If I could tell, I had enough.

If you are, you will not be lost in what the awkward should do.

There was no such thing as any stray there.

Readiness is exactly what dwells within a moment.

The awkward man tried to run right past Lord Lynn Filet in order to remove the white blade from the low position and cut off the men in line to save them.

For a second.

"No!

An unexpected blow of a pale spear protruded from Lord Linfilet, who tried to pass beside him.

If the blow is obviously hands-on, even the awkward can take it with their blades.

If you take it, naturally, you can't even walk.

The spear source, which is pushed further in, is subjected to the pressure of the knife, but nothing else than to stay on the spot.

Lord Limfilet pushed further with a pale spear and caught an awkward man in his red eyes.

Why should I?

As if to seal the words of the awkward man who was about to come out of his mouth, Lord Lynn Filet had shaken his neck slightly beside him.

"... you can't. Mr. Kensei."

While desperately indulging in boiling anger, I dared to be small and not know it around me. Yes, I whispered.

"If Kensei, a man, puts a blade on a man for us, a ghost, you can't."

Even at such times.

The voice remained unchanged and sounded as clear and clear as if it had rolled the sound of a bell.

"Get lost!

"Please,... listen to me!

"Then it must be!

Replace the axial foot against the pressure from the approaching spear source and turn it against the side, and if you jump up diagonally from the gap where you were born, there will be no spear source in front of you that will stop you from going.

He twisted his body with the momentum of a sword swung backwards and tried to flush his back through it.

"Don't make me!

But Lord Limfilet is still a boulder thing too.

When the flushed spear tip was controlled without precipitation, the upper body was placed in a low momentum and the spear source was pulled in, and such a gap was poked at the foot of the awkward person without any indication.

The supreme ultimate without its aim or the madness of its dimensions.

The awkward man flew backwards in unison, but the blow was not meant to be. Because it was a blow without glory.

"You think you can stop the awkward with a left-handed thrust!

The awkward are still found in one samurai only if they think of anything at such times. Something that also feels some anger at an unintentional blow.

If that's who you admit from the heart, it's still true.

If I returned the blade to the moonlight with a deep grip and an irrevocable will, there would have been light in my relative red eyes.

Something that hurts in Lord Lynn Filet's heart.

Now this sword saint. Outside of this place for our own protection.

"Push through. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Put such momentum into Tanda and pass the will.

"... you stubborn man"

Whether it was Lord Limfilet, who grumbled faintly, the two fists holding the pale spear he had erected had only been re-gripped.