"Don't, Lord Arthur."
I was amazed at the cry of Chancellor Gilbert, and when I looked down at his feet, it was a moment when the chain was about to tangle in my feet like a snake. Bad, and stick your sword up to the ground and let your feet float, your body floating vertically on the axis and rotating to avoid it. It was dangerous, you can't even slash it with a sword with an iron chain on a boulder. Pretty nasty if you get caught. I was still conscious, and when I saw the big man in the chain, he hadn't already moved while falling into depression.
... What do you mean?
"Huh? Huh?"
Turning around, the chains were now tightly wrapped around Val's neck, which had fallen. Each chain compresses the neck, and Val desperately resists removing it by hand, putting his nails up, but the chain remains fixed to the neck without even being vicious.
"Drop the sword.
A man with his face hidden to his mouth walks from the crowd fighting against the knight. Same outfit and appearance as the rest of them. I have a hunch I'm going to hurry up and stand in front of that man from Lord Pride.
What the hell is that?
"... showed up during a deal with Val, you were among the five...
I fall for the words of Chancellor Gilbert behind me. I just looked thin, and all but the big guy in the chain wasn't in my head looking the same. Even if it did, it's about the guy who threw Master Pride in the bag. The rest is the guy who took charge of me and the guy with Stayle and Chancellor Gilbert on both sides, and...
There's a man who didn't have anything, one.
"Is the big man in that chain a hideout... or something like the man in the chain's luggage?
Chancellor Gilbert stares at the man as Lord Pride stops bleeding on his shoulder. "I can't believe Bail couldn't grab his name with a noose," he muttered, keeping it small.
"Put the sword down. Or I'll kill the man first.
Against me, a man who also seemed quite alert pointed at Val with a trembling finger. Strip the cloth off his mouth and reveal his face. At the same time, Val groaned that it was tighter.
Honestly, I have no reason to help Val...
He tried to kill my father four years ago. I still didn't allow that. I still remember clearly the hatred, the remorse, the intention to kill and the fear of that time. So much so that I thought I might have fallen asleep as soon as I noticed him. That's what I just knocked down, like that big guy in the chain.
But if Lord Pride decides to punish me, I will obey it, and if I hurt Val even more, who was sentenced to a servant contract, it will have made a mistake in Lord Pride's decision. It's all because of Lord Pride's will and his promise to Tiara.
So I personally have no feelings for him. Rather, it's just hatred and resentment. I can't stand the danger I put in to Lord Pride, Stayle and Chancellor Jilbert for throwing away my sword. Vengeance and important people, I don't even have to compare. But...
"Give Val back.
Chemetho and Sefek.
"I live. Chemetho, Val and the three of us.
For only seven and eleven of them.
'I won't forgive you if you hurt Val.
Val needs it.
I could only mourn losing my father four years ago, and if those two had seen the situation now, that would surely be the same.... No, it doesn't change if you haven't seen it. If I'm going to kill Val here on a scale.
Unconsciously, the power moves into the sword gripping hand. The man who noticed it yelled at me, "Throw it away," and I remember my vow to Lord Pride four years ago.
"Let me protect you, your precious things... my father, my mother, all the men of the land, as long as I can reach them... to such a knight."
Master Pride said. Val also said, 'You must be a people of the country you love'.
Then what should I do as a knight?
Protecting the people in front of you, whom Lord Pride loved, with his life at stake.
Roll the sword with your back hand. He slipped through the ground with a few spins and stopped moving at the midpoint between me and Chancellor Gilbert and the others.
With Val's neck tightened, he opened his bloody eyes at me like he saw something incredible. I hear Captain Alan yelling, "Stupid bastard." If I looked back small, he would have protected the Stales with the other knights.
A man laughs.
Don't resist or the chains will crawl up twitching at me at the round hips, stabbing the nail. A little flutter with wrapped weight from the foot. As it is, the chain rolls up from foot to hip and from hand to chest to neck. Now I've just been systematically restrained, but if I wind up so far, I'll probably strangle me later, or break this neck for a moment.
An irresistible man cramps his mouth and laughs at me.
"It's not easy standing in that amount, is it? You don't have to do it till you're dead, do you?
Gugu, tighten into twitching chains. The chain falls into my neck, groaning unbearably, and still I answer.
"... ah... good... n... that's right"
There's a man in my words who says, "Ah?" and uncomfortably distorted his face and opened his mouth. At that point, the tightening becomes tighter and I can't breathe at last. It was bitter and my vision stared.
"Tell me what's good, kid."
I give up making a voice in my nearly crushed throat as the man's winning anger echoes in my ear.
... Yes, it's good.
Continue to stand as a knight by becoming the walls of Lord Pride and his men. That's what I do now.
That's right...
It also reminds me of old words and makes me laugh at men even as they nearly strangle me.
A man got angry, and now it's time for me to snap my neck, and the power of the chain intensified.
"Ha-ha-ha."
Rin's voice echoes in his ear. At the same time, the whole chain of bodies that was tightening me up.
Split on wood tip dust.
The chains crushed in two with the sword along with the bariiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
Suddenly I can take in oxygen and I kneel on the spot, drooling and coughing. Keeping his neck down, he exhaled and sucked with his geese, in the corner of his sight. Now the chain that was tightening Val's neck was just as crushed with a sword.
Yes, it was crushed.
An iron, thick, sturdy chain. It's just a sword.
There is only one person who can do this kind of artistry.
Chancellor Jilbert rushes up to me, "Are you okay?" as he holds the style.
... After all, I'm glad it was you.
I'm more relieved that my choice was the right one than the bitterness of still coughing and laughing.
As a proper knight, I was able to hide Prime Minister Jilbert and his men. That's right...
"Who are the people of my country, I will not let them be unhappy"
Because he's bound to get up.
It was only my head just before I was released from the chain, that guy's words are reminded me again and I laugh like a haha kid.
"My lower leg. What do you do to my people?
I looked up unexpectedly at the words that unleashed a tremendous hegemony.
Long bright red hair. That guy who can carry long, supple hands and feet that have changed from what a child looked like until just now and stick out of the lower class of children's clothes.
The knight used it, waving up a heavy sword and staring at the man.
His Highness the Pride Royal Ivy.
She rises with her sword in one hand again.
My hero.