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“… Yes? Hmph 45871;!"

Zahan grabs her arm and drags her into the barracks.

“Ahh! You scared me, why are you suddenly going inside...”

Cullen blushes for no reason, touching his grabbed arm.

“Hmph. What can I say? ”

“… Ah. ”

She opens her eyes and mouth and spits out a huge elasticity as if she had just remembered.

“.. what the hell. ”

She sits on the bed with a smile on her face and makes a chair for Cullen to sit on.

“Sit down.”

“Yes. ”

“What can I say? Are you here so late in the morning? ”

“ … ”

Cullen failed to answer his straightforward question. Instead, he blushed his face and only cut himself.

“... What? ”

Saehan once again asked. Cullen's lips just opened up. There was definitely a voice, but it was too loud and small to hear.

“... what? ”

Curlin lowers his head in frustration and wriggles his hands.

- No, it's not.

One more murmur. I could hear it pretty well this time, but...

“What the hell...”

As the frustrating shiver gives way, Curlin is dense and screaming.

“No! Between him and me... there's no chance of progress... so don't get me wrong.”

Since then, his voice has become smaller as if crawling back, but it was enough to understand what to say.

“... what, is that why you're here? ”

He said as if it was nothing.

“.. Yes? ”

Curlin looks at him with his eyes wide open.

“It's okay. I don't care. And they were great together. The boy seems nice, and I think it's okay to try. ”

As the words continue, Curlin bows his head. I squeezed my hands.

He said that, and deep down, there was a strange feeling of awkwardness and stuffiness, but he believed it was the right thing to say.

“... No...”

“He's got a lot of character, he's a little smaller than me, but he's big enough, he's fit...”

His words continued. Kurlin lowers his head and listens to his voice, sighing for a moment.

“…… so I'm cheering…”

“No!! ”

Cullen finally raises his head and cries out. Tears echo through her eyes, staring at her forgiveness.

I hated the 'self' who blames him for not knowing him, or pretending not to know him. His situation was cylindrical, both like and inaccessible.

“You're the only one I like, the only one I can like!" ”

She shed tears and confessed like vomit. It was a faithful, pure, pure, desperate cry.

It was the only answer I had for many years, constantly worrying and troubled.

A bit of a miserable conclusion, that he would only have one man.

“… Ah! ”

After spitting out all her emotions in one sentence, she took a deep breath. Then reason comes like a ghost.

She hurls out at the speed of light, shaken by the incoming shyness and the agony of saying what she shouldn't.

Leaving a note to the dumb-ass Sahan saying, "I'm sorry."

* * *

Arban has changed a lot.

There is no Manago in the atmosphere, and only Margie is full. The walls rust and the gates are clearly open. Even the undead and the Horsemen guarding the place couldn't wash their eyes and look for it.

However, unlike the desolate appearance of such an exotic, the resistance that seemed far away seemed to be stronger than anything else.

A black castle covered in ominous purple magenta. The Democratic City, divided into basements and ground floors, was four times the size of the previous Arban resistance.

“... march on. ”

Along with Sahanna's endless command, a thousand of the finest marched slowly towards the Demon King.

*

Sahan is nervous. The more we march, the closer we are to revealing our identity.

I thought of an optimal scenario. Having Mana stockpiled up without any involvement in the brawl inside Castle and then revealing himself in front of the Demon King.

I thought about it enough to surround myself, but I couldn't help but get nervous.

“Hmm?"

He walks nervously, and Susan knocks him on the shoulder.

“... don't worry too much. ”

She looks at him with a pitiful, pitiful look, whether she had taken Saehan's tensions in a different way.

Are you really projecting my brother's image of yourself...? Sahan was really curious about how he reflected Susan's eyes.

“Yes. ”

*

“... come up through the basement. I am on the top 5 floor...? ”

Sahanna arrives right in front of the Castle of the Demon.

There was a sign on the front of Castle Marwan that was too kind to consider a solemn and serious interracial war.

“... The Demon King... What the...”

George and the Knights stared at the sign with a ridiculous and suspicious look, but what to do? A dysfunctional Black Iron Castle in another world is nearly impossible to destroy unless the Demon King dies.

“The Demon King has no concept of death. Just because he's summoned from another world, there's only the concept of" summoning back. "That's why the Demon King seems to take this situation in a funny way. ”

- Taking life for a sport, that's ridiculous.

Sahanna takes a slow step in her footsteps, reciting in a bold voice the fury of her anger.

“All troops, enter Castle Crane! ”

* * *

The interior of the lower second floor of Marathon Castle was a shallow cavity that felt dark and dark. But Sahanna, who has greater cognitive power than Sahanna, was able to notice the energy and faint shape of the undead that was placed there.

An undead that is invisible to the public, but only seems vague to trained knights. It's, uh...

“... the phantom knights." Draw your swords. ”

An unseen undead who only reveals himself when attacking. The undead is more powerful than the Desknight, but its nature is too difficult.

The number of such monsters is roughly 200. It's never been the same from the start.

“Enemy numbers approximately 200. Don't let your guard down!”

The knights feel that ominous sensation, but they are frustrated by the unseen situation and draw their swords.

“Spread out according to your military training. ”

The knights tremble in a low voice of Zahanna.

The Phantom Knight is not a herd by its nature, and this is a larger group than they are. We should kill each knight and wizards, one by one, in order to spread the word.

Towards the stairs going up to the upper floor in the center of the wall at the end of the cavity, the troops move slowly, killing their breath.

And it was just a matter of time before we got to the center of the joint. With the cool sound of metal striking, the fire flashes.

“This way!”

“Over here!”

“You!”

At the same time, the resounding shout of 200 phantom knights finally reveals themselves to the knights and pushes my teeth into them.

“Do as you've been taught! Protect the Wizard first, in groups of 3-4! ”

In a closed space like this, a wizard is only good food for the Phantom Knights. That's why the knights surrounded the Wizard as much as they could and stopped the Phantom Knight from getting shot.

“Hehe!”

Sahanna swings her sword at the faint figure she feels. I have a hunch he's been slaughtered by a heavy feeling.

Whether the best knights did anything remarkable or not, he quickly crumbled and collapsed powerlessly.

“Ahhhh!! ”

“Khhh!”

But not all the knights were like Sahanna, so many knights couldn't escape the classics against him.

Sahanna quickly gripped the dragon's scales and skeleton, a prestigious sword made of bones, and swarmed at them.

*

Serzin felt anger before embarrassment in the presence of a slender phantom knight that appeared only moments after the attack, as if it were extinct.

“… Ugh!! ”

She was so consistent with silence that even during her usual duel, she was filled with tears.

She shoots a machete with Mana where the Phantom Knight was exposed earlier. But I can only feel the touch, it's still far from a fatal wound.

“Oh... damn it. ”

Ser Jinn uttered an unfamiliar curse.

For a moment there. You feel the shimmering figure of phantom knight behind you, and Serzin quickly rolls over and swings his sword, avoiding the blow.

A consensus slash hit the air was a success this time.

A long arm that falls to the ground. It must be his.

She curls her mouth. I think it's because I punched the weak ones. I cut off one arm, but I felt unbearable joy.

“... bam! ”

But without even the slightest crack of joy, I heard Cullen's groan not far away.

She can't escape the classics with her clothes all over the place.

The phantom knights that are invisible even to Curlin, a lifelong merchant, are like the natural enemies, so she can't help it.

Behind the struggle against one, the Phantom Knight reveals another, and Serzin quickly breathes Mana into his calf.

Then, it charges towards the ground behind Cullen.

It was a really quick moment. As the internal debris scatters through the swarming path of Serzin, she reaches behind Curlin in an instant, wielding her sword at him with all her thrust.

Even the earth is torn apart by a faint tornado.

This was a critical hit. The heavy sensation of cutting the heart has been transmitted to your fingertips, riding the sword.

“... thank you, Ser Jean! ”

For some reason, Ser Jinn tilted his head and nodded.

As such, the battle with the invisible knight continued for a while.

*

“… zero deaths, 47 injured. But the wounded are all cut to pieces, making it impossible to move forward in the battle. They keep all the pieces, just in case, but they're unconscious except for one healing wizard.”

After about three hours of continuous combat, Sahanna nods.

“Who is that one? ”

“I'm James, but I've had a long career. I only worked for three years in the Royal Magic Society...”

Sahanna laughed.

“Are you still going to hold on to the severed limb? Send it.”

Originally, James, or Zahan, had planned to act as a porter rather than a wizard because of the special color Mana called 'black', but Katena had made a special device, so she was just incorporated into the healing wizard.

And that particular device...

“That's enough.”

Saehan smiled and announced the end of his healing.

“... Oh, I thought you were useless...”

“What kind of habit is that? To the man with the severed arm. ”

“... No, I was going to say thank you.”

“.. it's nice to say it nicely from the start. ”

Susan clears her throat once.

“... But you're really good, aren't you? I thought it was just for a head start. ”

“Haha..”

The special magic item was the bracelet on her wrist.

This bracelet can hold up to 30,000 Mana, but it can also hold natural Mana, which is blue in its body.

And Manat that had been absorbed into the bracelet did not turn black because it did not go through a process called the 'body of forgiveness'.

It was now that Sahan was using the Mana of the bracelet, not the Mana in his body, to cast healing magic.

He liked this method. It was because healing magic grades up to grade A and only applied limbs after a few hundred, so 30,000 Mana wore out quickly. Most of all, natural mana was not the best mana like death, so it was not necessary to listen to a man's groaning while casting healing magic.

“Next!”

At that shout, Curlin, who was all ragged, came to Forgiveness with a dull grit.

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