Tearmoon Empire Story

- Oh, oh? That's crazy......

Meer was tilting her neck to the situation unfolding in front of her.

- I told you, didn't I? Prince Abel says he's here to see you... In Ellis' story, at times like this, I wonder if it would have been like this..., giddy, good vibe, and that would have solved it...?

That's why Meer said she was waiting with her arms wide open and ready to hug Prince Abel......

For some reason, the center of the story had moved to two people, Abel and Zion, not Meer.

- Oh, this has happened before. Sure, that's when I was having a sandwich for lunch at the sword tournament. Even then, you left me and the two of you proceeded to talk...

"The streets of our country are wide and flat. Then there will be no shortage as a place to fight"

While doing so, Theon and Abel were walking out.

"Prince Abel! Thank you for waiting, dueling!

Meer panicked and tried to run over to Abel, but by the inch, Bernardo stopped her.

"Bernardo, I command you specifically. Protect her, by Her Royal Highness Princess Meer of the Empire. Never scratch her."

"Are you sure?

"I must ask the princess to testify that my duel with Prince Zion was a legitimate one. Neither Lemno nor Sankland, if she says so, the King of Sankland will not complain."

"No! Prince Abel, no!

"I just wanted to reunite with you in a different way... more..."

Abel shakes her head small and smiles at herself.

"Ha, you're unconcerned, while I..."

As if to break that feeling, Abel took her gaze off Meer...,

"Prince Abel!

Never looked back at that voice again. It was one boy whose gaze stood ahead of him.

"Did you not get Meer's word?

"No matter who they are, they can't stop. You would know. Prince Zion."

"Martyr for the Rotten King, Abel Lemno"

"Still, we need royalty. More people will suffer in a world without order. Even if it's rotten, we need the king's sword."

If all the royalty and nobility were swept away, security would be rough, and the thieves would tread.

"If power is corrupt, it's my job to make it right."

Resolutely speaking, Abel quietly pulled out her sword.

"Still, I can't overlook you trampling the people"

To that end, I will not resign my own intervention either. Until we abolish the corrupt powers and a new governing mechanism is put in motion, the views of Scion and Abel, belonging to the Lemno royal family, which also look at their own country assuming that role, are far from the same.

"If you are to join in the slaughtering of the people, scatter here before my sword, Abel Remno"

With a sharp gaze at Abel, Theon pulled out his sword.

Same as always, Abel swung high overhead, aggressive upper structure.

The opposing Scion drapes its arms around the lower structure, aiming at the rear end.

"It's unexpected that it will be the same as then. I'm not alert today."

"I don't think so, though. But there's only one thing I can do with you."

The next moment - I set it up first............ it was Scion!

Surprise!

Stay low and jump into Abel's nostalgia in one foot.

Zion's pre-emptive attack, which is based on waiting for the enemy to attack. It definitely poked Abel's mind.

The aim hit. By accident, Abel takes a step back and breaks his posture.

But - that's all that worked out for me. The slaughter of the interception unleashed as it fell…, because its acuteness exceeded Zion's expectations.

"Gu!"

He takes a heavy blow with a shaken blade. Step back at the same time, kill the shock.

"Even if it's not a full attitude, is this power? I wonder how powerful it would be if they did it properly."

Take yet another step back and open the door.

"I see... you mean I wasn't the only one who was building a workout for a rematch"

"We're going to outsmart you, genius. Let's get in the mood. Anyway, I'm clumsy."

Abel, who has rebuilt his position, strikes out on the attack this time.

"Let's buy the effort. But don't think it's a cheap neck the easier it is for you."

From a powerful step, a rigid blow rolled out in a flowing motion, through which Scion leans and receives the sword.

A spark scattered over the blade, and a cut ran on his arm to the shock he couldn't take. However,

"Ha!

Shortly afterwards, Scion's slaughter finally runs.

Zion's original sword of return, which was not even seen once on the day of the swordsmanship tournament.

It precisely, sharply, cleaves Abel's flank. but......,

"Haaaa!

Raising her temper, Abel twitched her body from her shoulder to Zion.

"... come on, dare you come close, take your time off. Do it, Abel Lemno."

"There you go...... If I hadn't killed you in time, they'd have done it by now. It would be nice to slit the clasp gently, Prince Zion."

Abel laughed as she gently tapped the flank where the blood seeped.