Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't.
"Hey, Leon wasn't even locked when the keys came in."
Bad, he said. The man thought.
I locked the door from the inside and sealed it with all the furniture and loads I could think of. But I also understood that this would only buy me time.
"We'll take care of this. You go to the ambulance."
"The Knights of Anemone will lead us to His Royal Highness Prince Leon's Ambulatory!
"No, Prince Leon, if anything happens to him, he leaves the kingdom of Friesia in command."
The man dried up his throat to the voice of a knight heard one after the other from across the door.
Eat and bind your teeth and figure out how to help while holding down your melted face. My left leg was injured, my face was ugly and changed if I looked in the mirror. Furthermore, the concealed passage is blocked with entrances. The door is also sealed off by Leon, but he didn't even know how to open it again, which was originally operated by Pride. I roughed up, slapped, and pulled all the mess around me, but the entrance to the hidden passage doesn't naturally open. A man who was wearing out just sealing the door of the room with his injured left leg doesn't have much blood on his head either already.
There's no way I can beat multiple knights on my own, let alone the Creature Knights. But the knight outside the room already seemed to be picking up the keys. Because of the Queen's room, there's no way multiple knights can break it, even though it's locked inside only.
The man gives up the hidden passage and wonders if there is any other escape. There is only one door. But there's a window. Inside, size was the key to passing through one's body, and there were windows that were embedded with vitreous but that were likely to escape if they flew successfully through window edges and wall decorations. It would be difficult for a normal person, but it is not impossible for me to get off to the extent that I do. Worst of all, I can handle it if I'm prepared to sacrifice my injured left leg.
Breaking the window, the man dives there without hesitation. He was a big guy with a body, but threw his jacket out the window first, and if he was forced to screw his shoulder, he went through critical.
After he fell out, he let his jacket shine through his arm without even stopping in front.
I also know how to use the body in case of a single leg injury from years of experience, that there are no problems. The man who went out thanked him for the fact that it was already dark outside. Fallen in the dark night, he gently follows the wall, paying attention to his surroundings. He lurks his breath, dives himself into knights and guards who sometimes pass under his eyes, one cleverly and surely descends. Tong, tong was quite far from the room where he came out, but still far from the ground. If this happens, you might want to sneak into another room with no shadows and lurk for a while, stopping your eyes at a window hidden in the branches of the garden trees. It doesn't stand out from the outside over there, and there's no light in the room. The man flies to that window, balancing himself with the force of his arm and one leg
─ Ru, just before. A knife was released on his right leg.
Between the bundles only the ears could react to the sound of cutting the wind, the unique sensory sound of a blade or prick in the flesh echoed through the body many times, and when I turned my eyes, a good number of knives at a time skewered my right leg like a needle mountain.
The sight and so much pain makes the man raise his voice as if he were roaring. I missed the timing and rolled off the wall before jumping to the desired window.
Soothes the impact of a man's crash while several branches that were beside him are broken. A succession of bakick-ass and painful sounds ended up falling off his back on the flowerbed.
Crush the beautiful flowers with their backs unbroken, not much of a shock and bruise in their own breath and not a voice. As I fell on my back, I glanced at the window where I was supposed to fly away wondering what had happened. Left leg followed, now unluckily right leg. Furthermore, some of the stabbed knives are not the only ones that fell out due to the impact of the fall. Some pierced further into the back and splashed every piece of flesh as they shredded weirdly. He blues his face due to back pain and difficulty breathing, and his expression can't keep up with severe pain. A quiet voice was showered by a man who had the best of his ability just to understand his current situation.
"I found it.
Shit, and the hegemony emitted with his voice alone prevented the man from sucking up oxygen again.
A faded face due to lack of breathing loses his blood again for another reason. I was so illusioned by the overweight voice against the quiet that I was now being buried alive.
The sight I looked up was the night sky and moon with a clear outline of the stars. And only the branches of the trees and the windows from which I was supposed to fly. Yet now it is covered with something else.
Hair as if it were melting in the dark night and violet eyes glowing brightly.
For a moment, I can't take my bloody eyes off you enough to wonder if it's not from the world. It was as if the long hair dripping from my leaning head toward me covered all my sight.
"I kept looking for you.
The gun stops the man breathing while his throat goes against his own peril that the sword is gone, not after it's all taken away. The unusual sweat overflowed and dampened to the bottom of the garment.
The man had the certainty that he would be snapped in the neck in an instant if only one move were made. And when you tried to ask with your dead throat, the man's right arm was twisted in an instant along the way.
The right arm is severed from his shoulder without any foretaste with Guaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa The scream unleashed by his dead throat was like an old man. The bouncing blood overflowing with momentum stains the knight's uniform red for snatching a man's arm.
To the man's cry, the knight kept dropping his gaze without a single eyebrow or blink, moving his mouth again.
"The price of the right arm you took is far heavier than its life.
The heavily, darkly murderous voice felt pale but also definite anger.
What do you mean, eating and tying the teeth off to the knight, thinking it was this way who took his right arm?
I don't have a voice if I want to curse if this is what knights do. Critically ringing, he continued to explore the meaning of the knight's words. But I don't know how. Roughing my breath into pain managed to secure my breathing but it didn't come true any further. My head awakened to a new pain and my blood was slightly chilled when it was released. Gradually the faded face became red with twitching and anger. But that still doesn't change the look on the knight's face. His purple eyes are burning much more with passion.
"... let me ask you something. Where is our First Princess, or your Lord?
Asking pale, the knight still does not blink.
My glaring eyes were more dazzling than the moonlight. But a man doesn't talk with his teeth eaten and tied. Return only the roar of willingness not to speak with saliva stored at the ends of your mouth. Bushwoopssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Even if a man shuts up to ask, the knight still doesn't care. The wound, which lost its bassali arm from his shoulder, was severely tied to stop the bleeding as he stepped against the man's left arm with his right foot.
"... then don't answer as you are.
The knight, who stopped the bleeding so that the man would not die, now grumbled low as if he were talking to himself.
A man feels a vestigial vision in a knight who politely even stops the bleeding while cutting off his opponent's arm himself. I remember too much to reconcile what it was or when.
"It's better if the capital (...) is also (...) good (...) (...)"
It was closer to a declaration than a threat.
When the knight finally raises his peeping face, he slowly moves to his feet. Understanding also that a man can no longer escape, he clutteringly pulls the knife out of a man's foot like a simple task. When it looked like it pulled out, I put a knife in my clothes with blood on it... and threw it away for good. It was uncomfortable for a knight to even possess a dirty weapon in the man's blood if he was merely an enemy. The bleeding was also remarkable on the legs, but I think it would be troublesome to stop all bleeding due to too many wounds. However, in case of bleeding to death, the man's jacket was stripped off after thinking about it.
You can't wait until you take it off, pull your truncated right arm jacket, and use your sword to tear it in half from your back area.
Stopping the bleeding by wrapping the contents of the cloth around the man's feet with pieces of clothed jacket, sprinkling them appropriately on the ground. Then I just checked the personal effects of the man I dropped on the ground for stolen goods. Pick up and retrieve only objects that are not deeply contemplated. In fact, the man who escaped from the Queen's room, but escape was a priority, so he couldn't afford to increase the amount of waste.
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The squeaky voice was like talking to herself again.
A man who listens only to his ears without being able to move, roughs his breath with a breath he remembers. But without seeing it, the knight grabbed the foot of the man who had stopped the bleeding straight from the top of the cloth and pulled it out. The man moaned at the humiliating treatment of being grabbed by the compressed wound over the cloth and, above all, grabbed and dragged by the foot. I moved my legs to resist, but they grabbed me with more grip and arm strength, and I don't even freak out. I keep being dragged down the ground with force that I don't think is supposed to be a skinny man more than I am.
"He broke his left arm, crushed his right arm, and crushed his throat.
When the groan finally became the word "let go," "do what," and "remember," the knight muttered the word again.
I was blocked by my own voice and clearly didn't even sound like a man, but just part of the word was enough to stimulate my recent memory. I remember what I recently did to a man I had with the words arm, gut, throat, and crush. The fact that the man who wasn't even wearing a team uniform was called "Knight" and Pride.
"To die, when it was discovered, it was also hemostatic.
It was a place I was used to working for a man.
Even then, I applied hemostasis to leave the knight alive as Adam instructed. Continued blaming and bitterness on his opponent, or suffering without letting him die, was also a pleasant stunt for him to suffer, as was torture on his limbs.
"It was Adam Borneo Nepentes who gave the instructions.
He said. So finally the man felt more at stake than he had understood earlier.
Why, who told you why Adam is known to have instructed you? Everyone watching should have been buried in a state equal to death, but why?
By nature, a knight is proud. In keeping with the chivalry spirit, even if it is the enemy, it is a "sweet" being. Even if I were caught once, it would be impossible to escape, but to the extent that I would be questioned or tied up. At least until this invasion was over, it was supposed to be safe. No matter how much you try to resist, you have to keep yourself alive. But right now, all I get is a bad feeling when I think about what the knight in front of me is going to pull himself together.
"The knight wanted. Lost, corresponding to the right arm, and the result.
Rarely for a regular knight was the mouth count growing.
Although every word is short, it is rare to speak alone. Besides, right now, he's not in the right mood to turn it off.
The man dived his ear this time to hear every little word of the knight. To that word, I forgot the pain and shame for a moment of fear.
Impossible, there is no way that an array that should have undoubtedly taken the means of transmission can be communicated. But the knight's remarks were mouthful as if he had heard directly from me.
"He took his life as a knight and dared to live to expose himself to shame.... the knight wanted.
Suddenly a vivid sound reached the man's ear.
I have no pain in myself, I also expected a knight dragging me to have been attacked, but it wasn't. Once he stopped, the knight helped him crush what he was grasping with the opposite hand from grasping his foot.... cut himself off from the man, his right arm.
The sight of blood squeezing out of the bumps and incisions aroused disgust and fear from the man's eyes. Unexpectedly speaking out and leaking his breath, the knight stopped once. While dragging the man, he mounted an unusual killing intent and skewered sharpened glances.
"General of the Radiya Empire, Ashton Egger.... die in atonement for my captain, who took my arm from you.
Captain.
Man to the horror of the word...... Ashton got goosebumps all over his body and frightened out.
I was wondering if that young man was captain of the Knights. And the knight in front of me surely desires revenge on himself.
Normally knights are not trapped in revenge or anything like that. But this knight, who has taken back his right arm without hesitation, is sure he will come to kill if he gives him a great name to kill at all. Ashton shook his rattle and body, raising and lowering his throat buddha.
If that man is the captain, and if he's already known to be Adam or his work, there's also a lot of resentment from the Knights. Besides, the knight in front of you is from a mouthful, that knight's men. I finally understand why those eyes are so open that their pupils are open that they host an unusual willingness to kill themselves.
"Your felony outweighs even a maximum sentence.
That's it. At last Harrison stopped walking.
Now it's time to use the fast legs and pull Ashton's legs out. Dragged around by Harrison no matter the steps, ground or obstacle at more speed than he pulled around in a carriage, Ashton hit his back and head again and again. Ashton still didn't understand while being relentlessly pulled around the castle. the meaning of Harrison's words, and
That we are now waiting for more reprisals.