The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

The knights and mercenaries who run up the stairs and get stuck in the way move on as they restrain themselves in the 'swamp'.

We have to hurry. There's not much of the word 'add or subtract' in that little lady's dictionary.

Not to mention pulling it out until "Zhenzhu" … Whether there is a fire resistance junction or not, we need to worry about this building itself.

I don't miss the Prince's magic because I grasp it in the Royal School training ground and the Kingsguard's exercise area. No, rather, it doesn't seem to have moved since earlier.

The map of the building is slamming into its head. There's a prince - open the big door with both hands. What popped into my eyes was the wide dance hall? Cancer, no furniture, even broken window vitreous.

Nonetheless, there are lights all over the wall. A blonde young man standing here with his back to this side in the center of the room. Spin magic while taking distance.

"... you're here, you fool..."

"Huh!"

I look at my face slowly turning around and unexpectedly say no.

Prince Gerald was the one with the contents, but at least it was common to say that everyone on the outside was a beautiful young man. but... it would be very difficult to remember that from the face of the man in front of me right now.

Her cheeks peeled slowly, and reddish marks like earthworms swollen all over her face. The proud blonde hair is also dull, most importantly its eyes.

From the eyes the light is mourned and staring. It's like a dead man.

... but it definitely floats there - bottomless hatred.

"... even you... would not have happened without you... Everything will work out as long as you give that woman over to me, and by now, I... Make it… a sin that was born into a royal family and, on behalf of that wretched brother, took over this kingdom and defiled this glorious path of mine, which was supposed to be a great king - worthy of death. Today is the day to die! Die, die, die!!! It's not a sin to die and be forgiven, but while chewing on the fact that a lower bitch like you and my future are worth something different, die and look as miserable as you can!!!!

Still...? The world this man lives in and the world I live in is too different. It will never be compatible.

Bump your gaze straight and say it off.

"I refuse. No matter how many times they say it, the answer is the same. I can't give you Lydia, and I'm not going to die here."

"... then - die not!!!!

A prince pulls the Devil's Sword from his waist and instantly activates dozens of flaming magic that he has never seen before.

... what? This magic. Everything was built with ancient cryptography?? Plus, I can't believe you didn't even deploy it and activate it all of a sudden.

The flaming magic that came towards me was like a snake. Whether you do or not, they follow you. It's a mess.

Expand "water wall" and "dirt wall" as you run to get distance but penetrate instantly. The three digits of the magic amount included are different. Seeing, the entrance and exit are already blocked by flames. Are you not going to miss it?

Sure, he was quite a person if you just looked at his talent. I also thought that if I tried, I would climb to the top of the Kingsguard knight.

... but growth is too rapid. This is still.

Think of a way to open it while doing something. Fire hands are raised one after the other indoors. I'm not far from burning to death as it is.

The magic remains connected, so if there is too much haste, the lady, who is actually overprotective, rushes to settle, slashing everything, and bursts into the ground as it burns down.

If I can do that, I don't want this guy and that kid seeing each other.

"Don't think it's just magic!!!!

"Shit!"

It was the prince with the sword who was waiting for the "Flaming Snake". Wind magically distracts the track, rolls to the floor and dodges.

"Look, look, look! What's going on? Oh, yeah! Try using your prized magic control."

Spiritually outshine the relentless sword and the magical pursuit, while circling thoughts.

Is the breakthrough an earlier cipher? And the sword is the key?

You need to let them use magic again to make sure.

- While I was doing that, I was pushed into the corner of the room. There is black burning all over the clothes, slight bleeding and blood seeping.

"What, don't you feel much better? Ha! You don't know what you're talking about. My supreme flame will burn you to death!

"... I'm sorry about that. I'll wear it. Even so, there are children who are angry when they die. First, if you call this a crisis, Lydia will scare you."

The prince, convinced of his superiority, when he heard my words, gave me a frustrating look. More flaming magic in an instant. Totally prevented the escape route.

"Now you can't run anymore. Knock it off... it's that abominable woman after you. Whatever it is, I'll kill a woman who doesn't understand my worth - but that woman, only the look, is fine. A little easier."

- You can count on me. Come on, you rotten outdoor road.

".................. ho"

A prince dyed his face bright red and scattered his anger raised the Devil's Sword directly above him and waved it down. Hundreds of flaming snakes will kill me all at once!

Defense in other attributes is thin. Even flying in the air is tracked.

Then!

- Expand and activate the same number of 'Flaming Snakes'. Offset all bullets.

Normally, it intervenes and disassembles before activation, but there is absolutely no "while" in the Prince's magic. Therefore, all I could do was offset all bullets.

... I guess I should thank the professor for the decryption results he brought in. Something's wrong.

A palm bottom enchanted with magic on the right wrist with a sword, packed all at once with a distance from the prince who is flashing. High metal sound along with dull sound. Kick the prince's belly as much as you want and slap him against the wall.

Oh, boy. Take the sword that's poking at the floor, poking it.

"... that's it. Surrender. The royal family will take no life."

…………

The prince, who was breathing roughly, stares at the cutting edge of his sword with cloudy eyes.

... Eventually, the distorted mockery began to sound inside the room.

"You idiot. You idiot, you idiot, you idiot!!! From now on. From now on - kill you, that stupid bitch, and that king who set me up. Ooh."

... Let's be honest. I hesitated at this moment. Waving the sword.

I'm sure this was my pride and sweetness.

The result - it manifested itself. I did.

The body of the prince who tore away the dirty white clothes on his upper body was stamped with surprise by that magic ceremony.

- Yes, the magical ceremony of the great magic 'Flaming Lin'.