Tearmoon Empire Story

"Oh, Abel! Abel's here. Wow!

Cheeky sounds, Mia's energetic weather cheer approx......, Abel couldn't take her eyes off the man.

My skin pops......

Tension seeped a little sweat in my palm.

The clear-cut structure of the man in front of him and the intense killings emanating from his whole body...... It was felt by Abel, like the magnificent of the kingdom of Lemno, the rigid iron spear Leonardo Virgil and the empire's mightiest knight, Dion Alaia.

- This man is a terribly powerful man... Besides...,

While trying not to divert attention from the man, Abel glances around. And, gradually, I could see the wolves packing the distance.

- Wolves are a pain in the ass...... If we don't do something..., huh?

All the while, inadvertently behind Meer, I saw a slow, rough storm walking by. He leaks his rough nose and stares at the wolves.

In addition, next to it, even the flowers on which Abel had been riding, as if to protect Meer, had come to himself.

- Reliable, but just as with wolves and horses......

I thought Abel, but strangely, the wolves, when they saw the horse, stopped there.

"This is............, oh, I see"

Seeing how it goes, Abel is convinced.

Horses are property.

Running on the battlefield, Junma is worth a thousand bucks in one head. Perhaps the enemy wolves are clinging to avoid attacking the horses.

"Does that mean... for now, you don't have to worry about the wolf? Meer, stay away from the rough storms."

"Yeah, I get it!... Oh, oh? Rough storm, kind of, my nose is sore......, uh-huh!

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Again, he glanced back at the man in front of him.

"You saved me with a well-groomed wolf. All I have to do is take you down."

"Abel…, of the Kingdom of Lemno, Second Prince…?"

The masked man crushed meaningfully and looked at Abel.

"Oh, you know me? It's an honor."

Keeping a glance at the man in front of him, Abel sets his sword on the upper stage.

As a matter of fact......, the situation hasn't changed much. In front of you, there's an assassin of the same size as the empire's most powerful Dion Alaia, and even though it won't strike, the wolf is also aiming by his side.

Nor is it a situation where we should just throw ourselves away and buy time.

This is a situation where we have to retreat from our enemies and open the way.

- To me... can you do that?

anxiety that, only for a moment, is going to rise from the bottom of your belly......, it will

"Phew..."

Drink it down with a deep breath. And

"Let's go!

If you don't, then what you don't is simple. If so, just exchange it.

Abel steps in big.

Stepping all over the ground. At the same time, swing the blade down.

Worked out, put his most trust, swing down from the top.

Blurred flesh becomes a Special Slash just to leave behind the residual light from the reflection of the moonlight.

It's like a beautiful slaughter with a dripping Shizuku of the moon.

Genius, even Theon Saul Sankland was a brilliant blow, doubtful if he could react......

Gun, and a heavy noise.

After the moment, being illuminated by the moon, was the appearance of Abel and the man impatient.

- Damn, I didn't know this kind of sprouts would be accepted...

Abel tongues with remorse after being stopped from blowing all over her body. To him like that, the masked man said cold.

"A brilliant blow, but not enough to defeat me"

Shortly afterwards, the man's slaughter was now released.

One hair at a time, Abel receives it in the belly of the sword, but the attack never ends. Abel was on the defensive side of a stormy streak.

- Come on, it's still strong.

Without being able to attack, there are more small scratches on your body. In the moonlight, a splash of blood splashed.

"Damn, not yet!

Still, Abel never breaks.

He knew exactly what he was wearing on his back.

You can't lose her in here.

You can't just give up!

The beliefs in your chest are hard and never break......, but......

Pakiyin ', I heard something shattering ominous.

Immediately afterwards, Abel hurries to distance herself from the enemy. Thus, I turned my eyes to my own sword…, abominably distorted my face.

"With such a sword, trying to deal with my opponent is foolish..."

low, said the masked man with a mocking voice.

The sword Abel had…, it was a training blade pulled. It was not strong enough to withstand the battle in action.

On St. Noel Island, weapons are subject to extremely strict controls. It takes time to get permission to take it out.

But there was no time for that. Then we didn't make it.

Asked about Meer's anomaly by Riola, Abel rushed to the rescue with a training sword in one hand, the only horse who could catch up with the storm, Hanayang.

I was awkwardly fast and awkward, so neither Riola nor Abel made it..., but it was awkward, so I didn't get to leave the werewolf.

Stiff doors to close the future remain to be opened...... I needed to rely on another thread of fate to rip it open.

Another thread of destiny - the loyalty of two silver coins - leads to the summoning of the strongest forces in St. Noel's School in the wilderness of this showdown.

That's......

"Abel! Take it!"

A voice sounded abruptly. At the same time, the slaughter of the horizontal giraffe released from the masked man.

By jumping straight up, Abel scolded it and reached out in the air.

A single sword fits in its hand, as if it were sucked in.

"Thank you, Theon."

Saying, Abel pulls a knife in the air.

It glows black under the moonlight. It's forged steel.

A battle knife launched to defeat a few battles of enemies.

With the sword in both hands, Abel waved it down with all her might.

Gummy dull metal sound.

The man, who took a powerful and incomparable blow with his sword, groans small and falls back.

"Didn't you have a paralyzed arm? His blow is heavy."

Slowly walking over was a boy with a cool grin.

Theon Saul Sankland. The sword genius, quietly, gracefully, pulls out the sword.

Then, uh, see Meer by the rough storm. That looked terrible.

Slightly wet clothes, cheeks and hair, black and muddy adhered.

"I'm ready to be rewarded for working disrespectfully on my people..., I guess I'm done"

In those eyes, burning a quiet rage, Theon said.

... By the way, Meer is worn out because, of course, she has fallen off a horse... but more than that, she was sneezed by a rough storm, fell, and got muddy...

There was no reason to know that.