I guess he decided it was a good opportunity for the boy to turn his attention to Ghizalte. A subordinate who was next to Delane stepped sharply in and waved his sword down at the boy.
It was an intense enough slaughter to be considered excessive to deal with a child.
Now, the boy could barely move against the attack. I thought Ghizalte had slashed him.
But the attack cut off the sky.
At the same time, his men collapse by spraying blood from his neck.
I didn't fail to move. Gizalte understood. It didn't work.
It took only a very small amount of movement to shake the body, and at the same time it fought back.
"You're from the North."
Gizarte speaks up.
The boy sees him.
"In that year, mercenaries? Have you been hired by the people in this house?"
All I could think of was that. But for some reason, the boy let his anger seep into his eyes.
"I..."
On its face, the corresponding young age seeps through.
"It's that kid's friend."
"You think we're friends?
To unexpected words, Gizarte raises her eyebrows.
"A noble maid and a northern mercenary are your friends? Even if I did, I'd lie a little bit more."
"Mercenaries."
Delan blocked Gizarte's words.
"I guess I was in some regiment. Where were you?"
There was a strong curiosity peeking into his eyes with anger.
Here are all the mercenaries in the north. If your opponent hears of a mercenary, you can't help but ask him which regiment he was in and where he was fighting, and who he's fought before.
To Delane's question, the boy looks baffled for a moment.
Gizalte took control by hand that his neighbor's men were likely to react to it. That's not a gap. If it's slashed, it's just two dances.
After a slight hesitation, the boy opened his mouth like he had decided to.
"Deputy Secretary of the Black Wolf Cavalry." Shadow Fang. "Son of Rays, Almark."
Oh, and Delane spoke up.
"Oh, well, you know what?"
Gizarte also understood why he looked familiar in this boy's eyes and why.
Delan screams.
"of those black demons who broke down the Fire Dragon Mercenaries and destroyed our Blood Mercenaries."
At the beginning, he was there.
In the hustle and bustle of the battlefield, that man who was not drunk with blood and had some sad eyes.
"Son of a bitch, the Shadow Fang!"
Hearing that, the boy slightly broke his licence.
"Well, you know the fathers."
"I can't believe you know. I resent you. I resent you. I resent you."
"How are you?"
"Ah!?"
"No, you're gonna ask me that."
A boy shakes his head. Deran spits at the words.
"Kid, name a mercenary you've worked with."
"…" The Great Shield ”Ninang,“ Reaper ”Geel,“ Lu Xu ”Angola…"
Isn't it just top notch? Ghizalte looks out and Delane laughs.
"Gizalte, I'll do this kid"
Delane is a different type of mercenary than Ghizalte.
I like to fight strong opponents, well-known opponents.
I've stopped saying that publicly since I couldn't stay north in the defeat, but if you have a strong opponent in front of you, it's not the story. His instincts as a mercenary seek battle.
"Ace of the Blood Mercenaries, Delane of the Blood Axe."
To the name, Almark said a word.
"The Blood Mercenaries... I've heard of them"
Besides, I don't know your name, he said.
"You're the last person to fight."
Delane says, slowly packing the time.
"" Shadow Fang. "Rays' son, Almark, etc. I'll admit you're strong enough to be a kid."
Almark holds up his long sword silently, pointing his cutting-edge perfectly between Deran's brows.
At that moment, Delane's body became a whirlwind for a while. Two swinging axes strike Almark like separate creatures with tremendous speed.
Almark jumps away from it and scratches it, but Delan doesn't loosen his hand in pursuit. The twisted wind of two axes chases him to Almark.
Almark is on the defensive side. Irresistible, blood scattered from cheeks.
But at that time, sewing the gap between the axe attacks, Almark's long sword slaughter struck Delane. Delan takes it with one axe and strikes back with the other. Almark releases an intense slaughter as he spreads it.
The two reposition and continue their fierce offense. The axe plunders and there are several scratches on the door.
Shit, and Gizarte pounded his tongue.
At first, it was one side of Delane's offense. But gradually Almark's attacks began to mix, and now the two strikes are five-fifths long. It will be reversed one day.
Not if you're waiting for the silly side down and relaxing. Ghizalte glanced at his men.
Almark's long sword takes Delane's axe and sparks scatter, and Almark jumps back to kill the shock. The space in front of the door opened in front of Gizarte.
"Now."
At that moment, Ghizarte and his men moved at the same time.
His men were slashed by Almark, and Gizarte hit the door with all the strength of his body.
The door opened with a blunt sound, and Gizarte leaped into the room.
I feel the wind.
The window in the room was wide open.
I ran out the window or cooled my liver for a moment, but my intended daughter was still there.
A classy looking girl looking at this one in front of a window with a frightened face. I saw it once in Galentre, it was definitely my intended daughter.
"I missed you."
The laughter spills.
For Gizarte, the only life to take in this raid.
Ghizarte rushes over and waves up his sword.
A girl tries to scream something, but she doesn't give me that time. I chopped that neck off under one sword.
Pick up the neck of the girl who rolled on the floor.
That completes the purpose. I don't need to deal with that nasty kid any more.
"Morgen, now!
Almark screamed from the outside.
From the blind spot in the room, a little fat boy jumped out. I have a cane in my hand.
Speaking of which, Gizarte recalls. The watchman said. There were two kids, he said.
Little fat boy sticks out his wand.
At that moment, a strong wind rolled up and Ghizarte's body floated in the universe.
"Become"
Mage, who are these kids?
Keep blowing in the wind, outside the open window.
Gizarte fell from the third floor to the ground, holding the girl's neck.