At that moment when my eyes met, I was issuing a decree.

"Shoot and take."

Because he wasn't a good opponent with a decent fight.

"Unmeshing" enemies while also gaining strength.

"Ha.... three simultaneous shots!

To Yul's loud voice, an arrow flew from darkness in all directions to the courtyard in a brilliant light.

It's a hit situation. Would seven or eight men have been defeated, mainly those in light attire?

But the core of the enemy, or the heavyweight, bounces the arrow, or puts up a shield.

I've been twitching forward like a turtle.

A group of trained men who do not show any collapse even in situations where defeat is imperative.

... I would have known that it wasn't a hall that could be dropped by thirty.

"Use stone bullets, spears, crossbows."

Big voice instructions fly accordingly.

The enemy still keeps moving forward as even full-body armored warriors succumb to one knee after another.

Would half have been "shredded"?

A young man lined up in front of the main entrance on the ground floor, standing on a balcony upstairs, was standing up.

I'm not scared.

I know how they feel. "I can't handle arrow warfare."

The half-threatened desire to "it's time for us to make an appearance..." was overflowing with hindsight.

Both Serge P. Montescu and Domenico Duomo are struggling with this.

But this enemy is dangerous. I don't see him as a decent contender.

It's not a group that moves with the same logic as we do with "family names."

- Still, is it worth a try?

raised his jaw and called while conscious to sound as calm as possible.

"Baron Calewara and I know where you work! If I disturb the peace of this Iwamori by depositing it with His Majesty, I will slaughter it as a thief! If there's a reason why you did it, name it! Pick it up and inscribe its name in the military book!

As things stand, what they do should be regarded as "night theft" and "riot thief".

I'm not in a position to let you fight one-on-one or anything, that's about as understandable as it sounds.

They're treated like criminals, stones are shot and bodies are exposed.

You wouldn't want to die a dog like that, would you?

No, I don't want you to.

Name it. Tell me why.

Wait two beats. One of them peeled off from Faranx when the tortoise was standing.

"My name is O X!... challenge the brave and high Baron Karewala!

After all, can't you say why?

Chosen is the mouth I put on. But an all-purpose complaint for the excuse at the moment.

And anyone with a family name knows the response to this.

"Guess what! Before challenging my Lord, be the first to bear witness to his valor! I refrain from the ancients, Percival, my name is Harvey!

Can't stand it anymore, or have you received my thoughts with that clear brain?

The men name five and six. Neither did the enemy generals attempt to retain them.

Enemies with family names...... it was also against the elite, and the Karewala Party crowd struggled a lot.

In personal martial arts, it does not suck, and I am deeply satisfied with the fact.

While many were knockouts, there were some unions with distinct differences in strength.

Anne Willis writes down Harvey's proud winner.

Some fraternities were hunted down and not scratched exactly in the neck.

String rips the darkness apart when the enemy sees him horseback ridden.

An arrow stood on the enemy's back, alongside a high-sounding sound (both).

Without returning the bow, Peter inherits the two arrows.

The Brotherhood Party crowd is also concerned. One of them stuffed it.

"You! What a one-on-one battle! This is why civilians..."

I can't even fool myself.

Do I have to follow up? Not to be in battle......

But Peter was also no longer a warring squire, a man who made his master go to work.

He had pulled the scabbard out of the sheath containing the scarlet fan's family crest and was stuffing it back.

"Look. Don't you see? Those guys aren't decent! Mostly this is a fight! Chivalry is a battle, that's not the occasion!

"No, but... and if you hit your side..."

"You're right, if you misfire, you die. But if you release an arrow, the enemy will only scratch you in the neck. It's the same thing sooner or later! If hitting an enemy will save the lives of your allies, there is no reason not to shoot!

Unwavering Peter.

Five unwavering enemies.

Bandits and scolded, but men who don't want to go through with it, whether they're going to degrade the bodies.

I don't even care about honor, loyal people.

He scratched the arrowstone and finally stood in front of the stairs leading to the balcony.

Some bleed, and some dragged their feet, and yet they lay their feet on the floor.

- That's good enough. Enough. I'm gonna end this.

One of them was torsoed by Yul Reinen's axe spear (Halvard) and fell.

One of them jumped. Hey - Avon cracked his helmet with a pirate knife (Cutlass).

You two, I beat you down with a long-winded pattern.

Peter puts in a stomach.

Akaius blows up the remaining commander as he drives down the stairs on horseback.

A fume that appeared all the way out of the darkness was roping.

While chewing on different procedures to prevent suicide.

Whether that was necessary or not, I learned to linger for a moment.

He was a man who even abandoned his honor when he thought of it and challenged him to a battle without a chance.

It's for teaching that I kill myself, I throw away my doctrine. I wouldn't even hate that.

Because the man was a heretic inquisitor, Augusto Mondo Hara.