Afterwards, before the battle begins, the William soldiers who escape the royal castle take it hostage.

Aristocrats such as Bendrick and Keserowski, who surrender with a sense of consciousness, saw the number of soldiers go down.

And finally, McClane came out of the castle.

"Brother."

"McClane"

Two princes to confront.

"I have looked into this case. Probably induced by the dark elf magic of Arnold. I found a magic crystal cracked from his body. However, it seems that the rumor that you can't translate what you don't think into action, the jealousy at the bottom of everyone's heart, has been controlled. Therefore, I am aware that I am not responsible. You can take responsibility and do yourself harm, but that may interfere with the future operation of the mental kingdom. It was probably Snakes who solved the disturbance. There is no one to serve the King without Power, and here is one to fight with honor and sword?

"McClane, are you going to die? You know my sword arm?

"The best skill in the kingdom! I know. But I've never cut a man because he's gentle. Then I wonder if there's a chance."

"I made a promise to Patrick. Don't let me take McClane's neck, I just threw away my kindness this time."

"Then let me show you. Prepare your brother! Here we go!"

"Very well! Come on!"

So a one-on-one match started before everybody saw it.

William looked closely at the running McClane.

Avoid a McClane with a double-handed sword to the right and kick the hand waiting for McClane's sword with his left foot.

McClane breathed slightly into the pain.

"Sweet, McClane! You can't beat me with that arm.

"Isn't it sweet on your brother? If I slashed him with a sword instead of a kick, I would have decided to win or lose. You still can't kill people?

"Next time, I'll kill you!

"Can you cut it?

"Slashed. I swore to Patrick."

William shouted with his sword in his hand.

McClane ran over again and waved his sword from the side, staring at William's belly.

William took a big step with the sword and avoided it by sneaking. Hang the right knee of McClane in front of him in that position and transfer the sword.

When I thought I heard a bang, McClane's right knee danced to the sky.

"Ugh"

And when I raised my voice to the pain, I fell facedown and collided with the ground. I rolled vigorously and finally stopped lying on my back.

McClane fell to the ground.

"Goo, couldn't you beat my brother? But he screwed up my life. His first job was to crush Baron Stein's house, and my first job was to stop Shoboi tax evasion. Because he is the third prince, I thought he would get a throne and run the territory. Henry's brother was executed for treason, and the right to inherit the throne became second, and the story of running the territory independently for the time being disappeared. In the meantime, I was told to be the Count of the court nobles, but I'm not convinced of that! Due to his lethal intentions, I couldn't sleep well at night, and I was afraid of getting a lethal intent nearby, so it became very impossible to get ahead in battle, etc., and all the things I wanted to do were crushed, so I thought it would be better to be king if I lived as a reserve for the king. Bendrick's sweet words there. I thought it would be a chance, and I wanted to be king, but this way. I wonder what went wrong. I just wanted to make my life better. It's all his fault! This wouldn't have happened without him! That plague god!

McClane looks back on her life.

You could've poisoned me.

William told McClane,

"Poisoning is tough, isn't it? Even so, I didn't want to see Brother William suffering over half the blood. You were cute when you were little. It was fun back then."

"We were friends back then."

"How long has it been since the three of us went crazy?"

"When Henry was about ten years old. Ever since the Raven family flicked behind him."

"Oh, back then? My brother Henry grew up fast and had style. I had nothing to do with the faction at that time, but my surroundings no longer forgive me. I wish my father had just given up his throne to Brother William... now. Now, brother, it's time to tease me. Your consciousness is getting hazy from the loss of blood. If possible, I want you to skip your neck so you don't have to suffer. You can do it, can't you? My brother's sword arm is super first-class."

"He was a weak-minded prince who had never cut a man just because of his skill. Farewell, brother. Hope you can be brothers again the next time you're reborn!

That's how William's sword rises.

"This time, I like brothers of friendly civilians."

When a tear flowed from McClane's eyes, which spoke in uninterrupted fashion, William's sword, which was swinging down, moved McClane's neck away from his torso without sound.

William's eyes, staring down at McClane's head, were also overflowing with drops.

A few seconds later, William raised his face.

"The rebellious Prince McClane Mental III, this William Mental, has taken it down!

William shouted out his sword into the sky.

The voice of the prince's nobles and soldiers,

Oooh!

And he raised his voice in honor of William.