Story of The Ancient Demon King!

When Chrono was running away from reality with red wine on an unexplained edge...

In one of the rooms of Lionel Mansion, two samurai were meeting the sword.

"Nnnh!!

"Hah!!

The more wooden sword fragments scatter, the more intense the meeting is.

In that room, which was designed to capture a lot of light, the splashing sweat of both was reflected in the moonlight and sparkling.

Halmar now only concentrates on the sword without his mind.

"Hah, hah, hah"

"Come on, let's get this over with. I'm tired of the boulders."

Lionel, who stood with his sword, said to Hamar, whose breath continued unabated.

"I understand....."

Welcome the sudden visit to Hamar and finish the conversation with the sword by the father and son of the usual greeting.

Cleanse yourself in the well before returning to the sword stadium.

At the back of the room, the walls are decorated with the E family's treasure sword, called the Magic Sword, and face each other as if they were watched by it.

The serenity of the night and the familiarity of the cold wooden floor calm Hamar and Lionel.

"--You 're still lost."

"I'm sorry about that..."

As if my stepfather had noticed, Harmar leaned over and felt a strange sense of security at the same time as he was sorry.

"Fine. You don't have to apologize. Lost is everybody's business. Life is a continuum of mistakes. (12) I don't think that's a bad thing. I even think it's a daiko (daiko) flavor.... well, there's only one thing he wants to say to you."

"... please tell us"

Tell heartfelt Halmar that Lionel is not something special, but something obvious.

"You're just saying you're the son of a bitch."

"Nh!!

Halmar trembles at the pressing emotions in her chest.

"If you are to avenge the kingdom, the sword of the sword will stand before you. But still, you're the son of a pigeon."

"Gu,... kuu..."

I can't bear the tears that come down.

He took the magic sword behind him and approached Hamar, pressing it against his chest and telling him gently.

"Whatever choice you make, you push for what you think is right!! You are the proud son of a pigeon!!

"Nh... nh... yes!!

Harmar responded vigorously, trembling, to Lionel laughing happily.

Hamar's fate was determined by Lionel's words of happiness or misfortune.

♢♢♢

The sun rises.

Aristocrats from the Kingdom of Light and guests from all over the world will enter the training hall, which will serve as the venue for the game.

Normally, people from other countries do not attend games in front of the King Wright, which is a demonstration of the high level of force of the people.

However, a large number of people from outside the country wanted to participate in the past few years.

Purpose, of course...

"... oh... what a beauty... every time I see it..."

A dedicated matrix spins the same words of praise that you don't know many times.

Behind those words was Celestia, who sat down in her chair. Wearing silver light armor, along with the usual extraordinary love and beauty, the vibrancy of the goddess of war appeared more intensely.

Marie and the other guard on the left and right. And there are many knights and soldiers around, constantly watching the trend of the noble guests who are sending warm words with luxurious gifts.

"Please accept this Mob loyalty."

"- Contact is prohibited"

Marie immediately stopped Count Mob from approaching Celestia.

Thought I'd put a mouth on the back of my hand. Because it is a clear violation of regulations, many people in line are also exposed to a mixture of killers.

"Didn't your parents teach you? Either way, I'm sorry that you won't be able to see Celestia in the future."

"Such an idiot!? I am noble in this country!!

Take him with you.

The mob, which is not rough but is transported like a sinner by soldiers, becomes a shame, and the subsequent visits are smooth.

Words to Celestia are common sense, no contact with Celestia is allowed within two words, and gifts should be placed in a dedicated space.

If you are mainly careful with these three points, you will not be interrupted if there is not much left to do later.

"... as always, His Highness Celestia has a tough guard against men."

"Mm-hmm. Don't be so thorough. It's enough to stand up to rumors of manhood, but on the contrary, I think we still have a chance."

"Hahaha. The boulder is the Marquis. That's a great idea. Whoa, whoa, it's my turn."

Everyone appeals to him with ingenuity in a short amount of time, and finishes his greeting to the incarnation of beauty.

"Well then... I'll see you again..."

"Yes, I will see you again if I have the chance. Goodbye."

Starting early in the morning, when the sun reaches its peak, the last is finally over.

"Thank you both."

Celestia, who doesn't feel tired at all, leaves half a day to speak to the two guards.

"We don't mind. In addition to that, there was still an increase this time.... isn't Celeste tired?

As the number of visitors increases with each event, Marie becomes worried about the boulders. No matter how much Celestia you are, you will also accumulate stress and exhaustion.

However, Celestia returned with a smile that seemed more pleasant than ever.

"Yes, I am totally. So let's go back to your father right away."

"Ha!

Put the sword on your waist and hurry to King Wright's waiting area.

The imperial castle is heavily guarded by knights and soldiers, with a tingling and tense feeling.

According to the information of the amazing assassin, the seriousness of the battle can be seen in the eyes of the knights and soldiers.

"--Father, Dr. Shiloh, thank you for waiting."

Rendezvous with the Kings and their escort, Shiloh Yusia, at the entrance to the luxurious spectator seat on the exercise floor.

"What, on time.... you may be tired, but... please."

Shiloh answers silently, and Light King struggles with Celestia.

There is another important role to be assigned from now on, and it is a look that feels painful when you close your eyebrows.

"Yes, it was my plan (...). Of course... let's go."

"Hmm. Well, then... open it."

In the king's words, the knight guarding the entrance opens the door to the audience.

And he threw himself at the head of the king in a cheer that sounded overflowing from the door.