Along with those words, the Royal Snakes began to retreat from around the Mental Imperial Castle.
And then...
"Now, Baron Van Pelt's army, let us join the Snakes kingdom. Fall back!"
And Baron Van Pelt shouted.
Abbott Border Guard, let's go home.
"Baron Wylie, pull back!
Leaders of the so-called Snakesh aristocracy, such as Uncle Abbott and Baron Wile, continue to retreat.
The aristocracy of the western realm almost returned with the soldiers, and a large army, the Abbott Border Army, retreated to the north.
"Vicomte Canaan's Army....."
And when Decaux tried to say,
"Brother Decos, wait!
And the voice whispered in the ear of Decor.
"Pa"
And Patrick stopped Decaux from speaking up.
"Shh! Be quiet! Brother Decos, take your side with His Majesty William. Maybe Lord Andretti was right, but protect His Majesty William.
"Is that okay?
"You're Sona's brother. Those aristocrats, the Dark Elves I hired at home, they look like magical symptoms that control jealousy. My eyes are bloody, I can't talk rationally, and my eyes are cloudy. That's why I want you to protect my brother, the same Wizard Decor. I don't have confirmation, so don't say anything yet. Well, I asked. I'll talk to Wayne."
"Okay... so if Pat is good..."
"Please. Bye bye."
That's what Patrick said and left the scene.
Wayne.
And Patrick finds Wayne and calls out to him.
"Pat, you flew.
And Wayne answered Patrick in a small voice.
"I came right down and came back. Andretti's grand lord seemed to be fine, but the nobles around him had strange eyes. It's probably magic. Defend His Majesty William with Brother Decause. Besides, the castle has been scratching around, so I think we might be losing power. You can win without us. Good luck to His Majesty William!]. Bye bye."
And Patrick slapped Wayne on the shoulder.
"Oooh!
Without turning to Wayne's voice, Patrick ran away.
"Shouldn't we march toward Snakes territory now?
"Can you beat the Winged Dragon?
About a dragon.
"No, he's got two of them!
"Follow them now! We've already got three people killed!
"You won't make it! The attic is flying!
William stares at the nobles with a gruesome thought.
"Patrick, I'm sorry. I'm just being rude."
And when I murmured,
"Your Majesty, may I have a moment?
"Hmm? Wayne Simon, what's wrong?
"Pat, no, it's a message from Snakes. Actually...."
As Wayne told me,
"Thank you, Patrick. I'll take care of McClane with my hands. As promised!
William's eyes were full of fighting spirit and readiness.