Welcome to Japan, Mr. Elf.

Hihi and the military horse float their front legs in space screaming.

I look backwards with desperate eyes, spitting a lot like that.

It is this military horse who wanted to escape more than anyone, whether he was not whipped or screamed by soldiers to proceed.

I've never seen a night like the one I anointed with this ink, even if it's a trained horse. The twitching and eroding cold air is filled with disturbing signs, and behind it, what should be called a monster is manifesting its nature.

The horse's body was wrapped in white hot air by an exhilarating sweat.

"Kuh, no, not enough horsepower as if! Tell them to drop in more from home base!

"We're gonna break our chains! No, I can't keep it down anymore!

The screaming soldiers also want to get out of here quickly for a moment.

The thunderous knight (Lightning Night), who sips and stares, knows how this disturbing evening came and why up to half the time.

There is something in this land that you should never lay your hands on, where you live in relaxation. It's the person I serve that I'm trying to reach out to and expose.

I sip very much and throw words at my husband beside me.

"Prince, why don't you invite us to a catastrophe?

"Well, it's a hidden disaster. I'm just skin peeling. Hurry up with the main office and the Oasis."

The words became heavy, and the soldiers nearby looked dark at the same time.

Even though they are fighting to the limit in night wars. His energy is running out, and he turns his attention to whether he can fulfill it and fight the men in front of him.

- Goo!

The bumps, and the chain broke continuously, and I saw a bright red mouth full of fangs. An even bigger demon, Ozo, feels everyone's heart shrink.

"Whoa......!

As the scream of the soldier echoes, the front leg of the freed dragon rocks the ground with Zushin. What followed was the animal breath of fu, fu, fu.

Prince Walth echoes a calm voice to the soldiers trying to stay away.

"Quiet, are you still royal armies? Don't wander around when you're a junior dragon who hasn't reached level 100."

Even with that voice, a knight standing next to him can't be as relieved or anything.

Behind the woods, and the stairs leading to the lower floors, many eyeballs shine. Those guys are also disturbingly ringing with Golgol, at least enough to cool the liver of everyone on this spot.

And I think they're saying this.

Release your people now.

Otherwise, we can spill all the organs.

But the prince, who watched how everyone was doing, breathed with a calm look.

"Never untie that restraint. Maintain the scene until the numbers gather. We're going to fight."

".................. ugh!

And by the word, those around them perspired in aversion. I am proud to be a regular soldier. But I'm desperately trying to push my anxiety to death, and I'm really all over my expression.

Why does the prince obsess with that monster?

Why do you always feel your gaze from somewhere when you reach this land?

They were raising such questions, swallowed by the signs of demons who were still going rampant and crazy.

Such folds and shoe sounds. It is a well polished leather shoe and can be seen as an excellent substitute.

"What is this? You've been a pain in the ass."

"It seems to convey the seriousness of the matter to you, too, fool. I'm sure you're sensitive to horrors because you dropped one of those eyes puffy."

"... you know, my eyeballs don't matter, do they?

the soldiers colour to the two men who appeared with a clatter.

Especially the man with the eyelids. There are no strangers in Alirai. Because he holds the title of a brave candidate, and he is also a man of fierce majesty in this ancient labyrinth. In a good or a bad way.

But why are you wearing butler clothes, not armor? Though he hangs a fine sword on his hips, he doesn't even have a shield in his hand.

He has turned his blue eyes while wearing perforated leather gloves.

"This is Prince Walth. Looks like you're enjoying yourself in this lodging. And of thunder... excuse me, I haven't been good at remembering a man's name for a long time."

Are you reading the air or not? Zarish looks at the demon, which is becoming immense in a relaxed movement, and leaks "Hmm" as he joins his hands behind his back.

"Well, Your Highness likes to cause so much disaster. Because you want to destroy this Alirai country?

"No, I'll put a piece on right here on the spot. I'm not going to lend my ears to the words of a traitor and a sinner."

If you look at it, Zarish's neck is fitted with an object that indicates he is a slave. That is the mark of the sinner, and if you do not follow royal instructions, your neck is literally a flying substitute.

"That means I can draw the king's blood and make you a dead man. You know what I'm talking about?

"Oh, you can do that if you want. Hopefully."

plainly as he strokes his neck. He answers. And he stood in front of the demon, sounding the knack and the leather shoes, trying to block them. The same goes for the other unfamiliar long man.

But we are entrusted with the administration of this mansion.

"Yeah, be quiet here on the second tier. If you want to make a scene, it will be an inconvenience for other customers. Please keep picking it up."

Placing his hand on his chest politely, a golden ring shined on each finger.

Keep the sneering grin, it comes with force to the point of being stingy and odd. The barometric soldiers went a step further.

But some take a step forward to counter it.

"I've heard rumors. You don't think you can handle attacks below sound speed?"

The man so leaked pulls his sword out of the soldier beside him. The thunder currents running all over his body would be precisely a move to show his name.

It was the thunderous knight (Lightning Night) who did not make the retreat a good idea. They thought that the existence of royalty was absolute and would never be tolerated, such as lowering people against them.

"Well, do you use thunder? If so, it might just come through. Unless it's handy."

Bachiti, and Thunder Flow regain further momentum. The blue eyes of the brave candidate stare at the hand stretched from next to them, not the knight with the silver hair.

It is the work of a man who has never spoken in silence before, the one known as the omnipotent officer (agent), who brings about the amplification of thunder. There were also rumors that he could perform all kinds of force manipulations.

Even more massive armies are approaching from the rear.

Multiple shields separated the two sides, sounding their footsteps.

He was pointed at the tip of the spear and heard the sound of a bow to be squeezed, but the two butlers shrugged their shoulders, "Oh man."

"I still don't seem to know where this place is."

"I had no idea there were more foolish people than you. In our time, we never even thought about dragons having bow drawers. Is that what you call a joke?

"Do it," the prince sends a signal to the way he doesn't change one of his complexions.

Then the eartips and arrows that lay side by side shone together. The power field manipulation of the omnipotent officer (agent) dispensed the power of the universal lightning.

The corners of the second hierarchy gleam blindly, illuminating the appearance of those gathered.

Prince Walth slowly hits his thoughts as he looks at Dohihi, Dohihi, and the arrows that continue to be unleashed on the edge of his sight.

A daughter named Uridora should have shown up here if she was supposed to. He was injured by a demon, a family member, and thought it was something that came at the blade with an angry mind.

But it was those who appeared cowardly and received a little shoulder watermark.

The same goes for this second tier. Nobody even realizes that there are beings who secretly master people behind their back. It's a gathering of incompetents.

"Demons have always been good at hiding."

Yes, blush and twinkle.

By virtue of the power given to him by the National God, Prince Walth has the skill (skill) to read the power of all things.

But only as far as that woman is concerned, she's hidden for some reason, and she can't grasp her strength. Then maybe it's blood as royalty that instincts are about to sue you to crush it.

Those two are guilty of the same crime.

It is obvious that we are involved in knowing the situation in terms of words and deeds, and we have no hesitation whatsoever in shooting to death on this occasion.

When I reached into the void to end the Brave Candidate by means of a collar, I realized there.

The butler with the fluorescent red hair, also, to the fact that the true figure is covered and hidden.

"Abominable hierarchy at all"

The prince's cheeks trembled to show frustration.

The same goes for the countless arrows that are played as a matter of course, as well as the new junior dragons who get used to Zushin and his footsteps and approach him. irritate him without this.

"Wow... Huh!

A soldier grabbed by a grunt is lifted as if he were a toy. The other soldiers stared flashly at how they could be smacked to the ground with a bang like that.

The way you live or peek in is similar to the way people move, but the way you grow a ton of fangs right in front of you with Meki, Missi, is close to a nightmare.

"Hih, no, whoa!

There are surprisingly black scales growing on his round-tailed hands and feet, with lots of golden eyeballs glowing behind him. It would not have been as if the soldier's living comfort had approached them as if they had been untouched.

"Prince, the power of thunder is not enough yet! You won't be able to destroy that sinner's 'realm blockade'!

"Join those who were waiting in the oasis. Back off."

"Back off! All units, retreat!

The retreat begins by aligning the footsteps.

But the bipedal demons, who came with straws from around them, seemed to try to extinguish their courage without them.

And that blonde guy who invites you with his fingers for a little while. By an obvious provocation from a brave candidate, the knight set up a blue muscle with Bikiri.

Zarish opens his mouth with a dusty, refreshing grin on the field. That must have been what I learned from losing to the boy, and it would have been about attacking him on the tip of his mouth, not the sword.

"Hmm, you're called the royal katana, aren't you? Excellent. Perfect name for the job. He would also be good at peeling saucepan apples. So, what do you usually spend time doing? Is this still how you do it on your pillow?

No matter how many retreat orders you take, you can't stop being angry when you're being manipulated to peel apples with a knife. I want to kill him, and I know that's what he's after.

I don't care if they try to eat apples...

"Za, every sinner! Prince, let that traitor die..."

"It's a total slap. I didn't want you to cry and get help right away. I've heard rumors, but the knight has deteriorated badly lately. It's hard to see. Yeah, okay, okay. Enough, you go back to peeling."

Sissy was paid with his hands, and he looked like a halibut was about to boil back. He's shivering when his sword-helding hand hits him, and he'll want to cut that angry face to pieces.

But the prince took a hard life.

"Didn't you hear me, it's retreat. But before you do, finish that junior dragon now."

The commanded knight immediately lifts one leg and steps on the chain connected with the restraint with all his might. Ringing the sound of jac and iron, that's how the knight tried to make his whole body so incandescent that he could see bones.

The flesh of the van, the bavan, and the ozo explodes from the inside.

White smoke was raised and his eyes narrowed, even if it was a servant ancient dragon Lavos, for the appearance of electric shock and severe cramping.