The Little Duchess’ Home Tutor

Take the blow of the sword with a cane and twist the protruding spear around your body, while knocking the kick into your opponent's knight.

"Damn!"

The face of the beard distorts into pain. Scaffolding your face, jumping. Landing in the spacious hallway of the Royal Palace.

Immediately after, countless attack magic arrives.

If it's in perfect condition, where it intervenes in a magical formula and turns it off.

... but I can already see the bottom of the magic. I can't turn it all off.

Approaching the Kingsguard knights while eliminating only the lowest possible limit, and also being able to injure and move. Put your hands on the armor and blow the wind magically to the rear position.

"Ready!" "I have no grudges, but I want you dead!

"Huh!"

I've been moving forward. Two knights of arms men and women roll out spears to see. He wears light purple armor.

Slash and tie several times with a cane. Rolled out, cane serial strikes are bounced off and disabled by the Great Shield.

- Strong. Orthodox avant-garde spear knight!

From the diagonal rear, use the magic of None to pour down the "Thunder God Spear" at the fastest speed, while activating the "Fire Divine Wave" directly next to it.

The knights retreat while embracing magic with a great shield and junction jewels.

Quiet voice out of place. An old knight with a gray hair and a gray beard discusses me pale as he grinds his beard.

"O knights and magicians of the flourishing Olgren, do not be upset. His, be a rare warrior and a wise man. I can also snort an alias with" The Brain of the Sword Princess ". I see, its magical powerlessness. If we defend ourselves, we are not afraid."

Enemy yet brilliant analysis.

If you're one-on-one, you don't have to know, and with so many, and controlled, military opponents, if you recover from the mess, they'll kill you right away.

... the number and quality seem to be on the rise.

Leap back to the fifth position built by the Beltrans.

An enemy commander flies the command in a calm voice.

"Number. Thoroughly push it in numbers. No."

"No!!!!

The old knight - presumably the old Harclay, who was told that there was that man at the Duke of Olgren's house. You have served the Duke's house for three generations, and you have raised a glorious medal. That's all I can do, a book.

In other words, it is the House of the Duke of Olgren who forms a storm of attacking magic in the foreground - the most elite 'purple ready'.

I glance at the rear and see.

None of the intact Kingsguard knights. Though healing magic is glowing one after the other, the healing knights are sometimes depleting their magic in a series after a series of wars, and their recovery is dull.

- Since the invasion of the royal palace began, we have fought well, even modestly.

Crushing enemy offenses at the entrance to the royal palace, four waves indeed.

Initially, it was the knights and mercenaries who were only mobilized, not high in war and quality, who eventually dragged the knights from the Duke of Olgren's house out.

From now on, Richard and I won't be on the front line against a rebel opponent who will strike in unison and corrugated form, and the Kingsguard knights will thoroughly work out a tactic to increase the number of wounded anyway with ranged attacks. Although he retreated to a third position built in the hallway of the Royal Palace while defending himself against delay... from there, the flow changed.

Frontline troops were replaced and the spear knights, wrapped in light purple armor, thought Old Harclay, were led by the knights and began the offensive.

As a result - heh, exhale, sit on the floor, and speak to Richard, the bloody paint that is being cured by a few people in a cliché. The wound is too deep, and the healing magic for the battlefield is going to be severe.

"Richard, can you move?

"… of course. Give me a break, I got it. Well, shall we get another rampage? Damn, old Sir Harclay's in trouble, too. Beyond eighty, that strength is against the rule, I think."

"Not at all. - Richard."

"Hmm? What?... Allen, now, back off, nothing. You bet, guys!

"Naturally!" "From now on. Ugh!" "Me, when this fight's over, tell that kid," "Hey, stop fooling around," "Block your mouth!

The wounded knights cheer.

These people... yeah, the Kingsguard Knights are probably the strongest in the kingdom.

The older friend, who was red-haired even more with her own blood, stood up and meditated on one eye.

"Look, right?

"Yes, it seems so."

"All right, then let's go - Sir Harclay! Thanks for waiting!! Linster's sword moves and flames, I have trouble being considered to that extent!!!

A pleasant voice that I don't think is seriously injured. Responding to the war, little flaming feathers are dancing.

Don't let Richard notice me, Mr. Beltran.

The old knight uttered a quiet voice.

"... His Royal Highness Prince Linster. Your Majesty and Kingsguard, and the young brave men there, fought bravely. It's incredibly brave. Placing a sword here is not damaging to honor. I want to be surrendered. Your safety is assured in my name."

"I can't do that."

"The battle is already on. The escaped will never join Linster, Howard."

"I guess. Information leaked from the traitor -... damn! A, Allen......?

I kept talking, hitting Richard's neck with a long wand wrapped in thunder magic.

I tremble and look back, reaching out and grabbing my neck. The color of anger I first saw in those eyes - I fell.

Hold your older friends and squeal. "I'm sorry, but I don't want you to forgive me".

entrust Richard to the Kingsguard knight in charge of healing, while pulling his sword out of his sheath.

"Dear Beltran!

"Ha! First or second detachments, those who can fight in will retreat!! Get the others out of here with the vice president!!

"That's it!" "Dear Beltran!" "Not yet, you can fight!!

"Shut up, young people!! This is our privilege to be old. Dear Allen!"

Multiple activation of the planted Fire Divine Waves, Dark Divine Chains, and Earthly Spine Thorns from all sides.

At once, it disrupts enemy lines and temporarily blocks traffic.

The Kingsguard knights retreat to the back of the royal palace.

- The old knight and his gaze intersect. Sharp question.

"Why!"

"For the honor of my name and the life of my friend! Oh, and."

instant answer, niggling, and laughing.

A one-handed sword with Richard's blade ruined in his right hand.

An old long wand that Lydia chose for me on my left.

"You'd know, wouldn't you? -" The Kingsguard will not surrender. "

"... brilliant. If you can, who are you? - No, I won't say anything at the earliest. Mmmm!!!!

The old knight unleashed it with the mood of tearing, the blow of the spear smashed my magic.

The battle line breaks, and he advances with a tremendous killing spirit.

"The Duke of Olgren is the minister, The Hague Harclay"

"This is Allen, the Brain of the Sword Princess."

"No." "Always."

"" Win or lose!!!