Not in previous experience. No, the win shouldn't waver, and Isle, so convinced, found an obvious contradiction in his view map to spin his thoughts in full as far as countless thoughts were concerned.

I don't have enough orders. I don't see exactly the soldiers that Tesfir ordered to move. That's hard to tell if you have the other soldier in action. However, it is not synonymous with just being difficult to discern and not completely discernible.

It was also conceived that the hand consumes orders in vain, but that is not a meaningful choice. It doesn't make sense. What's the point in consuming them at this time now, even if there was an intention to confuse them?

Yes, nothing makes sense. It's like asking Isle to settle for me quickly because Knight is completely non-combatant and exiting.

Given Tesfir's character, it was the first unlikely choice.

Then is it a mistake? If it's most likely now, if Tesfir presses the command button as unconscious or force majeure. I have to give the order because it will consume the number of times.

No, but there's still some movement to be made. The practice of retreating but not moving any soldiers leads to suspicion for Isle.

The other soldier has not been overlooked since the time of mapping. Should be. I know for sure.

Even so, Ir was confident that he could not give all his soldiers the order to proceed.

Calculate rational reasons in your brain and gradually start to bite your nails out of a rush. There wasn't enough time to relieve the discomfort that something was wrong. This discomfort has been felt for a long time.

That's now Ir realized as uncomfortable to finally get enlarged. By then, however, there is no longer a sense of discomfort, and there is an unlimited possibility that the intent of the target is so imminent that the footsteps of the released assassin will plunder the eardrum.

The crisp heart-bouncing Isle hears an unnatural leaf rub behind her back. At the same time it grew gross and led to one conclusion.

Immediately, hit the command button in a row and give Silsila the order.

"Return now!! Fast, NOW!!!..................?

It's like an instinctive, reflexive thing. Isle looked back when he recognized it as an unnatural sound. I guess it was natural behavior as a human being.

One thing I can tell you is that should have been a sight I don't even want to see for Isle.

"Who... who are you!! You YEAH!!!!

A voice turned into grief drove a potential fear, and her throat trembled at will. It would also have to do with the first sight, what was the first time.

♢ ♢ ♢

The soldier was surprisingly middle-aged. The combat clothes you wear are also superior. But it definitely doesn't look good because it has a qualitative feel to it somewhere. There is a slight discomfort when it comes to surrogates because of their appearance and appearance.

In fact, he was the first person to raise his hand to the convocation of Froze. It was no exaggeration to say that I felt greatly grateful.

He belongs to the lower ranks in the sense of nobility. Such a man was not very aristocratic and was somewhat of a race close to the common people. I don't luxury, I take the house and it's not big. Neighborhood dating also lived there in full family circles.

Even as a magician, depression wouldn't rise, the crown that was too aristocratic was supposed to end up in a man's pay. My only daughter had no magical talent and was forced to offer her as a maid of honor apprentice to another family. Early then, my daughter was told by her husband there.

Even though the daughter of a subordinate nobleman knew there was no choice, she did not entrust herself to the body. The man who is my father didn't blame me for that. I blamed myself so much.

But then, my daughter scratched her husband with her fingernails. That was the beginning of it. I couldn't help blaming myself for not being able to spot myself as a shady aristocrat, keeping my head down asking for forgiveness. As a result, they bore enormous debts and the family got lost on the streets.

The accumulation ran out early, and the man bowed his head to more nobles than could be counted only by his daughter, sometimes trampled on and defiled his forehead.

I was able to eat a few months out of a neighborhood relationship, but that's also a faint shadow once upon a wife and daughter who are getting worse by the day.

I was refused all the time if the other nobleman was holding out behind me in an attempt to find a job. But still, the man was able to work in a neighborhood store where he was getting better on the edge of a small city.

Small town factory. Sorting and processing of metals with AWR materials. It was a simple task and a cheap salary, but I couldn't starve my family, and I powdered myself to work. But it didn't last that long either.

The man didn't know what happened. When I went to work, the little factory was on fire. A man can only stand up for noise like the battlefield around him blankly.

When I saw it, the factory owner, who made me plead at a distance where the firepowder would descend, broke my knee, and the difficulty also appeared to slap the ground.

Then the day went on when the man wouldn't even take a meal a day. The poor and smiling families stopped watching from that day on. It was the limit already.

The man was proud to have lived a shameless life, it will always be the same. A man without a handle was the only one who took pride in protecting the family name he inherited from his parents and lived it right. No matter who asks, it's a life I can be proud of. Hard to say wealthy but still toured with the best wife in the world like this and was blessed with a baby.

But I'm done with that, too. Seeing his wife, seeing his daughter, the man cemented his determination to cross the line day by day. Only once, only once... and imposing constraints on himself, the man takes the AWR he couldn't let go until the end. The man doesn't know if that decision was wrong. It just shouldn't have changed my behavior no matter how many times I repeated it. Because I knew it was the nobility of the example that set the fire.

I'm sure AWR wouldn't have done this either if he had sold it. But at the end of the day, the man could not forsake his power to protect his family.

The man snuck into the darkness at night. To the house of the aristocrats who despised themselves, to the dwelling house of the inferior man who lays his hands on his daughter.

Because the sight of Kasumi continued to starve. Still, he unconsciously climbed a fence with a martial bone sword in one hand, letting his guard faint from behind with all his might.

A heart that is tightened to breathing and guilt that makes it less rough. It is full because I take an oath that I will never kill the culprit in front of him. I wasn't even sure I could protect it in a real way. It's just... I just wish I could have taken back as much gold as I could eat.

Even in this situation, the man was not given priority in pushing his opponent to ruin. To apologize to the factory owner who got it done well one day, and it's always about the family that still prevails.

But even a little hope did not allow me to do evil. Soon rationality for a man is called irrational in the world. The man thought of the woman in front of him.

I didn't know why Froze Favell was here, but he was abandoned. That's all I understand. We couldn't stop everything from going bad to bad.

I can't dream of three nobles before I happen to sneak in.

But Froze just reaches out against such a man.

Looks like the Favels, who later judged it a protest between the nobles, embarked on it. Listening to all the history, Froze imposes sanctions independently.

The other nobleman belonged to a faction in Oomruina, but was never given a hand, as had been abandoned.

Originally the Favel family seemed to intend to make contact once with a man who was a lower nobleman, but the man's house was after he had already been seized. I looked into the history of it and it seems to have gone to the Lord of this House. Such an arrow-tipped arson.

It meant that we came to this House to declare war because everything went into Froze's ear by the investigation of the Deacon of the Favel family.

Then, the man deposited a glaring warmth that lived in his dreams. The family reclaimed the seized house and the factory was rebuilt with the owner as the former Favel family member and employee.

Of course, the man explained the situation to the man who was the factory owner many times, bowing his head beyond counting.

My daughter stays in each other's shape by serving the Favel family in public. But I felt that nothing could be preserved for a man. I just can't help but keep crying and spitting out words of gratitude like a snivel.

But this took at least the means to make it work for Froze. That's for a man to remain aristocratic. Of course, there was no objection to the man.

That is why this ruling of nobility (Tempram) is an opportunity to give back a little. That's what I raised my name for, no matter what. I don't even have a moment of hesitation.

Give me my daughter's name. [Minasha Bronsch], my loving daughter.

And if you can repay the Favel family for inspiring me to get my wife's smile back, the man even thinks it's not enough to throw and hit anything.

Kikelo Bronsch scratches the grass as he kills his breath and looks at himself as he hides himself in the trees.

(Thank you, Mr. Froze, for giving you the chance to give me some credit)

AWR in his hand was added strength and jumped out of the bush all at once.

"Who... who are you... YOU AHH!!!!

"Whoa, whoa!

Earl, whose hips pulled, covered his face with his arms and meditated his eyes. Clogged legs and buttocks.

The sword of Kichero twirls directly beside him and dimensions him.

It was the flag that fell. Kikelo picked up the sign of victory that fell at Isle's feet and raised it high.

The buzzer that informs all the games of the settlement rings out loud. The name of Tesfir, the winner, followed.

♢ ♢ ♢

The battle with Orneus stopped perfectly, and Ars relieved Ho. Orneus didn't aim for the bracelet all the time.

It was definitely a battle for physical injury. Still being pushed, Ars was fighting nearly as hard as he could.

The struggle is inevitable in a circumstance where magic is restricted. Not to mention Orneus' magical rebellion [Gilty Gift] exerts tremendous power in melee combat.

What would have happened if it had been settled a little late?

Ars forms a magic knife at the tip of his right hand in a change that grabs his left arm, to Orneus' left elbow.

The result of each other's injuries will be no more than a short time ago. It was then that if the buzzer at the end of the comma few seconds was slow, Ars would have ruptured his left arm from the inside out and Orneus would have grown a magic knife from his elbow.

That was the fight.

After a moment of silence, the two distance themselves as if they had been played.

"Unfortunately for you, I enjoyed it. The next time we meet, we'll do everything we can..."

With that said, Orneus persisted in indifference when it came to winning and losing, turning back his heels with a pale expression.

Ars looks at that back silently until he is completely gone.

"You're the one I don't want to do anymore."

Als, overflowing by one, switched his mind and turned back to his own formation. Ars decides not to speculate but to ask him what the hell Tesfir did.

I guess that's better. After all, at the end of the day, she herself had the key to unlock it.