"That was no doubt!"
A man running in the forest of Makai Kosas. Out of the woods, out of breath, is a man formerly known as Marquis Holguin.
I was mistaken. No, I couldn't see it.
I knew the Thousand Swordswoman was a powerful man who set it apart from the rest. Former marquis was born at Takemon. In addition, he was assigned to the military since his teens, and he established a number of martial arts and came to be called a military leader.
In the process, I have seen many influential people. That's why I was confident that I could see someone who had dangerous abilities, whether it was an ally or an enemy.
Certainly, the thousand sword sorcerer is strong. Fuyo Cup Although he is a magician, he has the ability to survive swordsmanship alone. The Fuyo Cup, however, is a champion of a victorious priest with the help of a priest with a deep religion and the help of two hundred soldiers, gathered with the help of Lord Tria. I thought so.
But the overwhelming power of the thousand swordsman was far beyond the expectations of the former marquis. Attack of a monk soldiers who crossed at the same time with more than a hundred elites alone and abandoned their lives were only slightly injured. The twins and fellow women were successfully injured, but the fight was unilateral.
Just violated. The story of overwhelming Chiki in the Imperial War is probably not an exaggeration.
"I need to change the response ...!"
The former marquis finally realizes that it is not a good opponent to challenge from the front. Lost child rearing soldiers, the strong mercenaries and the monks, and the soldiers borrowed from the prince of Tria were probably annihilated. Father Fukumi recognized that he was running away at the edge of his sight, but lost his way while running through the woods, and now he can't tell his life or death.
But I am still alive. Many pieces have been lost, but if you are alive, you will have to start over. The question was how to persuade his son, the current Marquis, and how to safely escape the now dangerous forest.
"This, if you come here ..."
A heart beats violently before it explodes, calling for rest. The former marquis stopped and leaned against a nearby large tree, holding his breath while dropping his gaze to the ground.
"The royal capital is ... which one?"
There was a voice answering the question that muttered rather than expect anyone's reaction.
"Either way doesn't matter? It's a place that has nothing to do with you again."
"Now!"
The ex-Marquis raised his face with astonishment, and a black-haired boy stood with strong light of hostility against his eyes, contrary to his cool face.
"Sen, the magician of the thousand swords ...
"Oops, don't run away"
A sky blue sword is swung over the nose of the ex-marquis, who is trying to turn himself reflexively.
"Hitsu"
The former marquis collapsed and leaned to the edge of the blade, which had been grazed.
"I'm nervous if I'm calm. It's a lot of playful remorse."
"What, what ?!"
The former marquis decides that there is room for negotiations, although he realizes his opponent is not willing to appeal immediately.
"Do you feel like it?"
I said, "You must be misunderstood! You just had to send troops at the request of the church! The church is leading the defeat! I was not reluctant to begin with!"
"Why?"
"Oh, I'm going to be your backing. The Marquis of Holguin? If the duke of Nilesteria and my marquis let me glare, the kingdom can only compete with the royal family. What a backing? "
Asylum "Are you an idiot? Keep that outright hostility and put it under yourself now? Do I look so friendly?"
"Are you going to turn the Marquis into enemies?"
"Whatever you're going to do to the enemy, you probably chose to be my enemy without permission. The enemy crushes. There is also a limit to my patience. If you don't, there's no end to it. ''
A magician with a thousand swords spells words in a face with no expression. The intense gaze of burning the former marquis just reflected his feelings.
"I'm ... I'm a marquis! It's not a stray dog like you!"
"Another man should be Marquis Holguin right now?"
"Guh ... I'm sure you're still a Marquis! There's a lot of shame on trying to get a noble mercenary like you to grab the nobleman! It's not forgiven. ! "
"Hey," I won't forgive you ... "
The swordsman who smiled with his nose smiles with his mouth alone and asks the former marquis.
"And who doesn't allow it?"
"Nation, royal family, and other nobles are all!"
"A royal family? Another noble? Where's that?"
After deliberately looking around, the magician of Senju continues to talk.
"I don't remember belonging to a country, and this is not the territory of the kingdom of Nagras, it is a forest of Caucasus."
"Yeah, even if you know that it hurt me--"
"Who tells you in this situation?"
"What ..."
The former marquis stops thinking for a moment when he asks a question interrupted by his words.
Rampant This is the forest of Caucasus, where dangerous beasts live. Stepping into it is something like a daredevil investigator or a mercenary who has to come on request. Of course, the numbers are small and it is unlikely to encounter humans in the forest.
Only the former marquis and the Thousand Swordswoman are here. Even if a thousand swordswoman picks up the former marquis, no one will tell the truth unless he speaks it himself. Only then did the former marquis understand his position.
A noble is a strong man. But that is the strength of the deception that humans have given to humans.
Laws, customs and traditions protect nobles. Power, authority, and wealth are the weapons of nobles. But all of this is because of the background of people and the human society they create. It makes no sense in this situation, without society or third parties.
"Are you finally aware? This is neither your home nor a village. It is not an area where humans live. You may be a noble, but what is it useful for here?"
The ex-marquis is astonished by the words. As a born aristocrat, nobles are powerful and worthy of others, and the only consciousness is that the commoner is an unconditional follower of the noble.
In fact, it was the world where he has lived. Territories, courts, social circles, and even the military are fundamentally organizations composed of human groups.
The ex-marquis was isolated for the first time in his life. Killing A space where only the person who tries to kill himself exists, in addition to himself. When it comes to that, it's only for the first time that the first marquis is scared.
"I was bad ..."
The words of apology that came out of my mouth so as to spill out.
"I was terrible. I apologize like this. I fully excuse the Fuyo Cup. I swear I will never go out. I will also work with the church to withdraw heresy."
Turn back to the Thousand Swordswoman, and put a head on the ground that never fell down once against a commoner. It was an incredible shame for a nobleman, but his survival instinct surpassed it.
"So ... please help me, please, only life ..."
"What are you doing now? It's not time to apologize anymore. I'm not too friendly to trust your words."
Without listening to the bequest of the ex-marquis, the Thousand-Mage Swordsman retreats a few steps when he pierces a swinging sword into the ground.
"But I apologize for the apology and give me only the possibility. Take my sword.
Knowing that he no longer intends to miss this, the instinct of the former marquis orders that he fight. Emotions that emerged in the face of faint fear filled the chest with anger and humiliation. The former Marquis raises his head and stares at the Thousand Swordswoman with an expression that is just piercing.
"Ku ... this stray dog is me"
He stands up with his sword in hand and the former marquis slashes at the momentum.
"Die, boy!"
Although he is old and retired from the forefront, he has been in the military for more than 30 years since he was young. Of course, he is a high-ranking aristocrat and has little experience of swinging his sword at the forefront, but he has not always lacked discipline since turning to the commanding side. A normal mercenary opponent has the power to cross each other.
But still the opponent was bad. The moment the Thousand Swordsman swings his sword to the side, the sword of the former marquis breaks in half with a hard sound. The right hand was played with that momentum, and the next moment, a severe pain ran.
"Guu!"
A sword grew on the right hand of the former marquis. No, it just looked like that. A sudden swerving sword pierced the right hand of the former marquis, sewn to the trunk of the big tree as it came from.
"I just cut off my head if I only wanted to target myself, but you've taken a lot of care. Now, Minerva, who has been targeted for his life and deprived of her future as a daughter, Minutes. "
The word of a thousand sword sorcerer is not heard by the ex-marquis. Right thigh The former marquis tried to pull out the sword with his left arm in an instinct to remove it despite the severe pain, but this time the sword was pierced.
"This is the wound of Philia"
Another sword pierces the left shoulder earlier than understanding the severe pain that falls on himself.
"And for Liana"
The two newly penetrated swords sew the former marquis on the trunk of a large tree like the right hand.
"Igii!"
"I want you to feel more regret more slowly, but I can't be too slow. There's a human being who has to catch up again."
The marquis desperately begs for forgiveness with a dignified face with a drip and tears. He was no longer one of the king's greatest nobles, but only a human being, who escaped pain and suffering, abandoned shame and hearing.
"T, help--"
"That's why I told you what more."
A merciless voice of a thousand sword sorcerer overlaps a voice of a poor man seeking salvation.
The sword swings in the tears of sight, looking at the head of the ex-marquis. At the next moment, the view of the former Marquis slowly collapsed while tilting, and eventually everything was covered in darkness.