Gizalte, who had fallen to the ground, was fortunate enough to have gone into the implant without much injury.
"Shit."
As it poisons and rolls out of the implant, it rises quickly. The body still moves fine.
Put your sword in the sheath of your hips and hold the girl's neck back with your left hand.
Probably not for the Delans. My men were wiped out.
But it served its purpose.
My men just need to get together again. All you have to do is retreat.
With his eyes on the mansion's walls, he runs out two or three steps and for the first time realizes the discomfort on his left hand.
The girl's neck I had turned into a broken vase at some point.
"Silly."
Almark jumped down in front of the bewildered Gizarte.
Lands beautifully and turns back to Ghizalte.
"You're the only one left."
Almark says, but it didn't matter what Gizalte knew that way.
Kid, what the hell did you do?
Almark looks back at the angry look of the ugly, distorted silver cloak with no expression.
"You're not gonna let him kill you, you guys or anything."
To the words, Gizarte realizes that she was all, dancing on the palms of this child.
"You fucked up."
Gizarte threw the vase at Almark's feet.
Fragments of a vase broken by cobblestones splash, but Almark doesn't even try to avoid them.
"You parents and children are plague gods to me. He's a shitty parent and kid."
As I say, I remember a playful song played in the north.
"... watch out for the Black Wolf Jerus. I have one tooth in the shadow..."
"It's about my father."
says Almark.
Black Wolf Cavalry Regiment boasts of strength.
There was always a Deputy Rays presence in the shadow of Captain Jerus, who led that main force, leading a powerful separate team.
"Rays had a hidden fang too."
said Ghizarte.
Let Almark, who looks surprised, sneeze with his jaw.
"It's about you."
There was a horrible kid.
The moment his neck realized it was fake, blood went up on his head, but Ghizalte had already begun a sober calculation.
From now on, it is impossible to go and kill the lady of interest.
I don't know where the real thing is hiding, and besides this kid, there's some magician kid who's not good at it.
This request has failed.
I made the wrong choice again.
But.
Gizarte thinks.
That's nothing, not death and equals.
"... you're not gonna let me get away with this, are you?
"You're not going to surrender, are you?
They ask back the other way around.
"None"
"Then you can't let them get away with it. I'll remove that kid's anxiety."
"... then your life is for me to take"
Ghizalte pulled out his lower back sword.
My life should take precedence over anything else. You can't protect this kid without killing him.
"I can guess."
"" Silver "Gizalte. There's no shortage."
To Almark's words, Ghizarte feels uncomfortable.
"I'm not in your name."
It's not like a warrior temptation like Delane. I don't name my street names to my enemies.
"Why, my name?"
"I know."
Almark answers.
"A mercenary in the north probably knows your name. My father told me the bedtime story about you bloody mercenaries."
"Ha."
Gizarte smiled bitterly.
"Bad deed. That's what I thought."
"But my father admitted to you. At least as a warrior, as a mercenary."
Almark's words could only be accepted as ironic depending on how he heard them, but the tone sounded sincere.
"So, mercenary gizarte. I will defeat you with respect."
"Thank you, it's an honor..."
Gizarte scratched her head and smiled bitterly.
Really.
A totally incompatible mindset with Ghizarte.
But I didn't feel strange or bad about this incredibly talented boy telling me that with a serious face.
"Then burn it firmly in your eyes before you die. The Mercenary of the North, the Gizalte of Silver.
Gizarte slowly took a step forward and put up a long sword so that Almark could fit in with it.