Kingdom Bloodline

Chapter 435 A Bitter Flower, a Bitter Fruit
The Knight of Punishment launched his attack without warning, his figure pressing forward along with the wind of his blade!
Thales instinctively raised his sword to parry, and amidst the clanging of metal, he withstood the enemy's saber.

"clang!"

Sacel's slashes were delivered at tricky angles and were extremely skillful. Thales struggled to keep up and felt his hand slip.

Fortunately, the silver blade longsword confiscated from Ricky proved invaluable; its excellent feel and balance prevented Thales from dropping the weapon on his first strike.

But the other side gave the prince no chance to catch his breath; Saxeel immediately released his saber and lunged forward.

He clenched his right palm and fingers into a knife shape, aiming straight for Thales' throat!
Thales lifted his leg and stepped back, trying to force his opponent back with the edge of his sword.

But he soon realized he was wrong—the Knight of Punishment's attack was far more than that.

"Boom!"

As Thales retreated, he felt a jolt in his front foot, and he was tripped by his opponent, causing his longsword to veer off course!
Damn!

Losing his balance, Thales used all his strength to try and twist his head amidst the opponent's palm strike!

Sacelle's fingernails grazed the prince's neck, causing a startling sting.

But it's not over yet.

"Shh!"

The Knight of Punishment caught the saber with his left hand, and with a backhand, he deflected Thales' crooked blade, leaving a trail of sparks as he aimed straight for the prince's forehead!
Thales, who was falling to the ground, had no time to dodge and could only watch helplessly as the blade came hurtling towards him!
In the instant the blade pierced his bones, the sins of the Hell River surged relentlessly up his arm.

The next moment, the prince in mid-air gritted his teeth and raised his elbow, pulling out an irregular and strange 'Iron Body' stance, his left elbow hitting the opponent's right arm, using the opponent's force to push himself away!

"laugh!"

The blade whistled through the air, grazing Thales' scalp and taking away a small piece of skin.

thump!
Thales fell to the ground in pain.

He had no time to think, pulled his arm back and turned to the side, where he met the opponent's heavy kick on the ground!
"Boom!"

His beatings during his beggar days and the personal vendettas of the Fallen Ones in Dragon City saved his life: Thales blocked the vital area in front of his chest and abdomen with his elbow, and with a loud thud, rolled out.

Until he crashed into the wall.

The first round of the battle has now come to an end.

Sacelle frowned, tossed aside the nicked saber, and turned to look for a new weapon.

Thales used his longsword to prop himself up, albeit shakily.

The boy was panting heavily, drenched in cold sweat, and pale-faced.

Damn!

He grimaced, his left arm bone momentarily numb with pain, trembling uncontrollably, a testament to the prince's earlier injury.

not only that.

Thales touched the bloodstains on his neck and the missing scalp on his forehead, feeling a sharp pain.

Throat, forehead, waist and abdomen.

Just now, three times in total, he almost...

Thales stared at the other man, gritting his teeth in hatred, filled with lingering fear.

In just over a second, the opponent unleashed a series of attacks: a straight slash, a thrust, a trip, a counter-slash, and a kick.

saber, hand, leg.

Front, back, up, down.

At that moment, Thales even had the feeling that he was being attacked by several people.

This was neither the sudden, unexpected move of Nikolai, nor the unstoppable, overwhelming charge of Kingdom Wrath, nor the head-on clash of Fire Knights, nor the fleeting, breathtaking strike of a Yordle in the dead silence.

Instead, it is a deadly siege launched simultaneously in the blink of an eye, with killing intent everywhere and leaving no blind spots.

Thales took a breath, but shivered repeatedly, feeling a sharp pain in his lungs, unsure whether it was from his internal injuries or the aftereffects of the magic energy.

The prince stared at the knight in disbelief, his face contorted in agony.

In such an attack, let alone using the Fate's Blow to counterattack, he couldn't even defend for a single round!

If it weren't for the fact that I had developed excellent resilience under the relentless attacks of the Meteorites over the years...

If it weren't for experiencing the unparalleled strength and relentless attacks of the orcs in the desert...

If he hadn't witnessed countless high-stakes battles where victory was decided in an instant...

"Northern military swordsmanship, is that it?"

Thales was slightly taken aback.

Sakel picked up a fighting axe from the ground, turned around and grinned:

“I remember there is a set in the royal treasury, the ‘73’ version passed down from the empire—seven offensive styles and three defensive styles.”

Rather than the 'Nine One' version inherited from the Knights' Temple in the Tower of Ending.

A faint sense of nostalgia welled up in Saxeel's heart:
“When I was a clerk, Tony would occasionally pull out a few tricks from there to temper the restless rookies, and they were very effective.”

Thales stared intently at the knights who had turned against him, frantically trying to figure out a way to escape and protect himself.

Sacel observed Thales and noticed that the boy's eyes held only apprehension and seriousness, but no fear or timidity.

His gaze swept over the wounds on Thales' neck and scalp, his eyes showing approval.

Although they only met once, the Knight of Punishment knew that he had held back almost no force in his attack.

Four attacks, three deadly moves, all fatal.

However, this child was far inferior to him in terms of physique, strength, experience, and skill...

Sacel stared into Thales' eyes.

Although it was extremely rushed and chaotic...

But the child still found a way to withstand the attack and miraculously survived.

And then, he stood up again.

This is more than just luck.

The Knight of Punishment tested the fighting axe in his hand and thought to himself.

His actions and reactions were like...

Just as he had long been accustomed to powerful enemies and to fighting desperately when at a disadvantage.

They've become accustomed to finding a glimmer of hope in matches they know they'll lose.

They were used to fighting with swords under immense pressure.

Accustomed to struggling against the current and fighting to survive.

On the other side, Thales, his hands stained with blood, sadly discovered that his attempts to re-enter "out of control" were always accompanied by excruciating chest pain.

Magical power... it seems we can't count on it.

"I have to think of something else," Thales thought, struggling to his feet and getting back into position.

Sacel raised an eyebrow slightly.

It was the swordsmanship of the Northern Army again.

It seems he doesn't know any other sword techniques...

and many more.

This reminded Sacelle of something, and a thought flickered across his face.

He looked Thales up and down again.

"Your actions..."

Sacel squinted.

Despite being a prince of the Star Kingdom, he lacked any of the traditional Star Kingdom fighting style.

On the contrary, the child's movements were simple and rough, with a direct and clear purpose. He was neither bound by elaborate and well-defined moves, nor fascinated by fancy and tricky stances, nor did he follow any dogmatic habits or conventions.

Every sword strike, every step, every movement of his is more like an accumulation of experience and instinctive understanding of combat—or rather, being beaten up.

Coupled with that fighting style of going against the tide...

Thinking about this, Sacel suddenly realized something.

It turned out to be the case.

“Ext.” The knight said calmly.

Thales raised his eyebrows.

The Knight of Punishment wore a complicated expression:
"Your fighting style is that of a Yankee."

That group of rude and reckless men who believed in real combat, despised training and techniques, and thought that "good soldiers are made by beatings."

Therefore, the child's outstanding resilience and survival instincts in combat stem from this.

For some reason, Sacel chuckled softly.
"No wonder he can take so much damage."

Thales' face darkened.

Yankees...

It can take a beating.

He thought of the Fallen Star.

That damn, annoying, deadpan face that says "you owe me a girlfriend".

Can take a beating?

Recalling the endless bullying and abuse that the other party had carried out under the guise of training, Thales sneered inwardly.

forget it.

On the training field, that deadpan face would only beat him up again and again, never correcting him, and rarely explaining anything—if mockery and sarcasm count as explanation—let alone teaching.

When Thales argued and questioned him, the Meteorite would always just give him a look that said, "You weakling, what do you know?"

Then they continued to use their positions to settle personal scores.

They beat him even harder than last time.

pity.

In just a few seconds, countless thoughts raced through his mind. The Punisher Knight looked at the boy and shook his head slightly.

He has already mastered the basics.

If he grows a little older, becomes more skilled, and gains more experience, he will go a step further, undergo a complete transformation, and begin to learn how to turn a life-or-death situation into a chance to win...

Thinking of this, a shadow fell over Sacel's face.

pity.

He wants to stop here.

He must die here.

This is the only way.

The next moment, the Knight of Punishment raised his weapon once more!

“Do you still remember your vow, Sacel?” Thales hissed.

"Throughout his entire life, he never betrayed the Starry Sky Royal Family?"

Sakel's axe came to a sudden halt.

He looked at Thales, a chilling glint in his eyes.

“But now you’re wielding an axe against the descendants of the Starry Sky royal family,” Thales gritted his teeth and raised his sword:
"So, all the oaths you made to Samir before were just empty promises?"

For a fleeting moment, Sacel's figure swayed in the air!
This startled Thales.

The Knight of Punishment took a step back, clutched his forehead, and closed his eyes in pain.

"Shut up!" Sacel growled with his eyes closed.

At that moment, Thales didn't know if he was talking to himself or to someone in 'another world'.

Sakel was trembling:

"It will all be over soon."

"Finish……"

"There will be no more...nightmares."

He was breathing heavily in pain.

A few seconds later, Sacel regained his composure.

He slowly released his grip and looked coldly at Thales.

"Please don't worry, Your Highness."

The knight stepped forward again, making Thales tense once more:
“After your misfortune, I will take full responsibility to atone for the injustice you suffered here.”

His dry voice became sorrowful and angry:
"And your secret will be buried, without damaging your reputation."

To console me for the injustice I suffered?

My reputation?

"So it really was you, wasn't it?"

Seeing the other person's pitiful and generous expression, as if saying "it's for your own good," Thales sneered:

"The lineage of a noble knightly family from the imperial era, Sacelle?"

But Sacelle did not answer; he took a step forward.

Frustrated by the failed communication, Thales exhaled and resumed the Iron Body stance.

"Hey, you, stay away from that boy!"

The sudden shout broke the standoff between the two.

Sacel and Thales turned their heads.

I saw my tavern owner, Tampa, standing on the other side of the corridor, clutching his newly bandaged arm, and saying fiercely:

"Didn't you see? If it weren't for him, we would all be dead here!"

The three rescued hostages noticed this.

Not far away, Marina retrieved her twin swords and looked suspiciously at the two people facing off.

Quick Rope blinked, puzzled, and pointed at Sackel, mouthing the words as he silently asked Thales: I thought... he was on your side?

Thales gave a strained smile.

He used to be.

Now, he'd probably rather kill me.

Sacel snorted and turned to the tavern owner.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.

and many more.

Thales' heart skipped a beat.

He recalled what the other person had just said.

And your secret will be buried there, without damaging your reputation.

Buried here...

That means……

"In the desert, you'd better show some respect to your savior..."

Tampa continued, gritting his teeth as he spoke to the seemingly restless Sackel:

"So you're just leaving that child alone..."

Before he could finish speaking, Sakel's eyes flashed with anger, and he swung his axe!

"No!"

Thales instinctively reached out and shouted:

"Be careful--"

At that moment, all Tampa saw was the man with the brand on his head stretch out his arm!
Amidst the howling wind, the fighting axe shot out with lightning speed!

"call--"

The wind howled fiercely, heading straight for Tampa!
No, no, no!
Thales stared intently at the axe, almost grinding his teeth to dust.

The tavern owner was stunned for a moment.

He couldn't react at all.

Until the axe reached his face, and it looked like it was about to split open his forehead.

But the next second.

"call--"

The sound of axes echoed.

The fighting axe, however, mysteriously...

Disappeared.

The wind, leaving behind a sense of unease, swept across Tampa's forehead, ruffling his bangs.

The tavern owner shuddered and instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes.

"boom!"

The sound of an axe hitting the wall followed, accompanied by the sound of countless stone chips falling.

Sacel frowned deeply and looked to the other side.

There, Thales clutched his chest, gasping for breath in agony.

The fighting axe was now embedded in the wall beside the prince, its handle trembling slightly.

"run……"

Thales stared at the terrified Tampa, feeling the excruciating pain in his chest that felt like it was about to split open after subconsciously using his magical energy.

He lay prostrate on the ground, painfully squeezing out a few words to the hostages:
"Run!"

"Split up..."

"run……"

On the other side, Quick Rope stared blankly at the axe that was still shaking, then looked at Sacel, who was full of murderous aura, and exchanged glances with Marina.

A second later, Tampa came to his senses.

"madman……"

He looked at Sacel with a mixture of shock and anger.

Tampa glanced at Thales, then turned without hesitation and ran into the darkness: "Hold on, Wyman—or whatever you call me—I'm going to the surface to find help!"

"And you'll die right here, you madman!"

The curses from Tampa gradually subsided.

Sacel watched Tampa's retreating figure, remaining motionless for several seconds.

He then frowned and asked Thales, "Why?"

"As long as I kill him here..."

He didn't go on.

But Thales knew what he was going to say.

If you kill him here... you'll have less trouble.

If you can escape.

Thales climbed onto the longsword in a daze, feeling as if someone was cutting open his chest.

The price of forcibly using magical energy seems to be...

Is it serious?
"No reason."

He gasped for breath, each breath feeling like torture.

"I just... from the chisel to Ricky, and then to you, I just... I'm just fed up with you guys, always pulling out knives to kill people..."

Thales raised his head and said with difficulty:
"Scumbag..."

Sakel frowned.

Thales turned his head, looking at the bloodstains he had left behind in his out-of-control state. He thought of the Blades of Calamity's enjoyment of killing and the Shadow Shield's indifference to killing, and suppressed his discomfort.

"If we disagree, we'll kill."

Thales swayed as he stood up, waving his hand tremblingly, signaling to Quick Rope to escape quickly.

“Slight offense? Kill. Conflict of objectives? Kill. Conflict of interest? Kill. For the sake of secrecy? Kill,” Thales sneered sarcastically.
"Including you, Sacel, to correct the mistake, kill."

The Knight of Punishment's expression turned somewhat ferocious, and the brand of sin on his forehead reappeared.

"Kill, kill, kill, it seems that only killing is the way to solve the problem."

Thales screamed in pain, desperately rubbing his chest to relieve the excruciating pain.

He felt as if he was about to collapse under the combined effects of excruciating pain and resentment.

"It's as if your entire life is an absurd drama performed for vampires. Only by resorting to violence, decisively killing, and showing blood can you win applause and cheers, prove that you are the damn, handsome, and ruthless protagonist, and win a longer and more popular stage career in the worshipful eyes of vampires."

Sakel didn't speak; he just clenched his fists.

Thales strained against the pain, managing to utter the words haltingly:
"Don't you know that taking lives and killing one's own kind is the most unavoidable choice, the hardest burden to bear, and the choice made at the last moment..."

"Is this the most cowardly, escapist, and irresponsible answer you give after encountering the ultimate problem you believe you cannot solve, after completely surrendering to all the possibilities of this world?"

Quick Rope didn't leave; his eyes, gazing at the Star Prince, were filled with profound depth.

Marina initially seemed to want to run away, but she eventually stopped and stared blankly at Thales.

She suddenly remembered that day.

That day, she trembled and hid in the crowd at a distance, watching her grandfather, grandmother, father, mother... on the stage.

Her brother, meanwhile, stared in despair at the thick rope around his neck…

Until the messenger gave the order...

Marina closed her eyes.

Thales took a deep breath, feeling the pain in his chest subside somewhat, then gently wiped away his sweat and gave a bitter laugh:

Even those who live in the desert know that bloodthorn lizards cannibalizing their own kind is one of the most horrifying things...

In that instant, Sacel seemed to remember something, and his face turned sorrowful.

Thales sneered.

“Those who actively choose this path and are not ashamed of it are mostly cowardly failures unless forced by circumstances.”

"Because you are helpless against this society, and you are at a loss when it comes to interpersonal relationships. Because in the game of life, you have failed to the point that you have no other way out but to overturn the chessboard."

Thales took a difficult step forward.

"Are you a coward?" he asked, raising his longsword and pointing it at his opponent.
“Sakel?”

Sacel took a deep breath, his face contorted with struggle.

But a few seconds later, he regained his composure.

This made Thales very wary.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” the Punisher’s voice trembled slightly.

"But you, you must die here."

The voice just fell.

"Boom!"

Thales felt a chill run down his spine as he saw Sacel instantly kick up a half-sword, grab it, and charge at him at high speed!
The prince roared and forced himself to break free of the Iron Body stance, despite the pain.

It seemed that they were about to clash with Sacel again.

If no one intervenes.

"clang!"

The deafening roar of steel clashing!
Thales only caught a glimpse of the figure of Quick Rope appearing beside him, a hammer slamming down on the executioner knight!

Sacel paused only slightly, then quickly flipped his right hand, which was holding the hammer, while inwardly showing contempt.

That's quite powerful; he must have been trained.

He coldly stared at the rope, its face contorted in a ferocious grimace, seemingly exerting all its strength to block him.

That's just too foolish.

To recklessly charge in from this angle...

With just a slight adjustment, he can—wait, what?

The next second, Thales was surprised to see that Quick Rope, who had looked like he was ready to die, suddenly changed his expression and raised his left hand!

A large handful of dust was scattered out?
Thales was speechless.

"Ahhh!"

The Knight of Punishment was covered in dust.

He covered his eyes, roared as he retreated, his right hand flashing the blade of his sword back and forth, clearly filled with extreme resentment!
But Thales just stared blankly at the smug-looking Quick Rope, letting him pull him away.

Sprinkle, sprinkle lime?
You clearly have incredible arm strength and are so good with a hammer, yet you insist on...

Are you really a prince...? Ahh...it hurts...

Thales snapped out of his thoughts and clutched his chest.

"Quickly, quickly...we..." Quick Rope threw the hammer at the Knight of Punishment, too nervous to explain, and half-supported, half-dragged Thales away.

Until Sacel's sword was once again in front of them.

"Utilizing dust..."

Sacel lowered his left hand, and Thales was surprised (or perhaps disappointed) to see that his eyes were well protected by his left palm and were free of dust.

But the Knight of Punishment had lost all his former grandeur and sorrow, leaving only hatred and resentment:
"This is something I've been playing with since I was six years old!"

The Knight of Punishment thrust his sword forward, his anger palpable!

Thales gritted his teeth, pushed aside the unarmed rope that had been used to support him, and gripped the longsword.

But at that moment, the sound of wind blew behind Sackel!

"clang!"

The Knight of Punishment turned and slashed away a flying torch with his sword!

Sparks flew everywhere, burning him and making him wince.

When Thales and Quick Rope saw who had come to their aid, they were both taken aback.

It's Marina.

The red-clad female swordsman held her twin swords, staring at Sacel with hostility.

“Listen, you surnamed Canxing,” she said through gritted teeth, half hesitantly and half painfully.

"You saved me once."

She picked something up and tossed it to Thales from a distance.

Thales hurriedly grabbed the bag, only to realize that it was his confiscated luggage.

I don't know when Marina retrieved the bodies from the assassins.

"but now."

Marina stared intently at Sacel before her, and launched an attack: "I don't owe you anything!"

Thales hadn't reacted yet, just staring blankly at the backpack in his arms, until the rope gave him a push.

"Run for your lives!"

The female swordsman left behind her last words, then without stopping, she lunged forward, her twin swords flashing like afterimages as she unleashed a rapid barrage of attacks!

Directly targeting the Knight of Punishment!

"Ding, ding, clang..."

In two seconds, Sackel was forced to take a step back.

Thales and Quick Rope, who were about to run away, were suddenly filled with fear: Was she really that powerful?

But the good fortune didn't last long. The Knight of Punishment's next sword strike was like a wild horse galloping across the sky, yet it accurately pierced Marina's left hand amidst the phantom of the twin swords!

Marina cried out in pain and dropped the sword from her left hand.

Thales felt a pang of sadness.

“After ‘Heart in the Rain’ passed away, dual swords were no longer popular.”

The next second, Sacel reached out with his left hand and grabbed Marina's right hand tightly!

She also threw her last sword to the ground.

"I was fortunate enough to meet her once, and I wanted to challenge the legendary Rainstorm Sword that could break through all defenses."

Marina gritted her teeth, wanting to kick her opponent, but Sacel didn't move or dodge, acting as if nothing had happened, and used his right elbow to block her kick!
Sacel looked at the two swords on the ground, clicked his tongue, and shook his head:

"But unfortunately, she was already suffering from illness at that time and was so weak that she couldn't even lift a cup."

Sacel grabbed Marina by the neck and lifted the struggling female swordsman into the air!

Seeing this, Thales felt a surge of anxiety:
"Now!"

While the rope skipper was still confused and hadn't reacted yet, the air in this small space seemed to ripple slightly.

The next moment, a gray blade mercilessly pierced through the air!
"Shoot-"

It went straight into Sacel's back!
"Ahhh!"

With a deafening roar, Marina was violently thrown aside and fell next to Thales.

The Knight of Punishment, like a cheetah suddenly pounced, swiftly turned around and slashed out with his sword!
But it can only draw an arc in the air.

The gray blade was gone; only the blood-soaked wound on Sacel's back proved its existence.

Until another figure appeared in front of the knight, kicking straight down with his right leg, striking Sacel squarely in the chest!
"Boom!"

The Knight of Punishment cried out in pain as he was thrown backward, landing awkwardly on the ground.

It crashed into a scene of blood and ruins, stirring up countless clouds of dust.

Thales breathed a sigh of relief.

He quickly reached out and, together with Quick Rope, helped the badly injured and exhausted Marina to her feet, then smiled at the figure that appeared.

"Ahhh-"

Amidst the dust, Sakel groaned softly, whether from pain or anger, it was unclear.

"what."

The knight lay on the ground, looking disheveled, and said, "It's because I've grown old and regressed over the years..."

"Or have you gotten stronger?"

A hoarse voice came from the other end, deep and concise:
"Perhaps all of them."

Sakel burst into laughter.

"So, all that nonsense about killing or not killing," Sacel sighed, quite impressed.
"Just to give you an opportunity?"

"What great teamwork."

He took two deep breaths, tensed all his muscles, and slowly sat up.

He stared intently at the masked figure in front of him.

“You shouldn’t have come back so early,” Sacel said coldly.

Opposite him, Yordle, who had returned, brushed the blood off his Supreme Sword and said hoarsely:
"I shouldn't have let you out."

The knight of punishment and the masked guard stared at each other silently for a full three seconds.

Sacel smiled.

“Why can’t you be a little smarter, kid?” the knight sighed, standing up.
"Just leaving that child's side once..."

"He'll come back after he's finished with dignity."

The wound on his back has stopped bleeding.

As he spoke, Sacel glanced at Thales, who was in poor condition, and narrowed his eyes.

Thales gave him a cold smile, then nodded to Yodl.

Yodl glanced at the prince in the distance and nodded slightly.

“I left him once.”

The masked guard withdrew his gaze, stepped aside with his left foot, and held the gray short sword in a reverse grip, preparing for battle.

His words were unwavering:

That was the last time.

His figure gradually disappeared, and his voice spread out like waves, echoing softly.

Sacel watched the dark purple mask dissipate into the air, his gaze unfathomable, lost in thought.

"For the sake of the past, I don't want to hurt you, little Yod."

"Don't push me."

Yodl's succinct reply echoed in the air:
"Feel the same."

Sakel pursed his lips.

Thales watched Yodl disappear and smiled.

Yodl did not leave.

Just like he said.

He has always been there.

Sacel remained silent for a few seconds.

"You didn't ask me why I took action."

Sacel glanced at Thales, then looked around, his face somber.
"So you know that too, right?"

"You knew that already."

I already knew.

There was no answer in the air.

Quick Rope frantically tried to signal Thales to leave, but Thales just clutched his chest and shook his head decisively.

No.

Wait a little longer.

if only……

A little while.

"But does King Kessel know?"

The Knight of Punishment's voice suddenly rose, filled with chilling intent: "Does Lord Hansen know? Does Master Vitano know? Do the six Guardian Dukes know?"

"Do the stars know?"

Yodl remained silent.

Sacel picked up an axe and angrily pointed it at Thales:
"Do they know that the evil flower of many years ago has already borne evil fruit?"

Thales felt a chill run down his spine!
Evil flower.

Bad consequences.

“What are you waiting for?” Marina pushed Thales’ arm away and glared at him fiercely. “Aren’t you leaving? Are you waiting to die?”

Thales shook his head again, his brows furrowing even deeper, and his hand clutching his chest tightened.

In a little while...

Just fine!

"No, sir."

A hoarse, simple response came from the air:

"The only evil flower and evil fruit here..."

"only you."

The next moment, Sacel roared again and strode up, charging towards Thales!

Quick Rope and Marina were both startled!
Almost simultaneously, Yodl appeared to his side!

"go!"

This is the masked guard's briefest tip.

Thales gritted his teeth.

Before his eyes, Sacel's unstoppable figure drew ever closer, and Yodel's grey dagger hurtled forward at breakneck speed.

He released his hand from his chest to relieve the pain.

He knows what to do.

The next second, Thales raised his arms without warning, and to the surprise of the two, he wrapped them around the necks of the rope and Marina, and put his arms around their shoulders!

He closed his eyes.

come on.

select.

"boom!"

Sakel's axe slammed heavily onto the ground!

It even broke a floor tile!
It stirred up countless stone chips.

Yodl arrived next and stabbed him in the left arm with a sword!
But Sacelle had no time to care about the masked guard who was both an old friend and an enemy.

His eyes widened and his teeth clenched.

I don't know when it started...

in front of him.

Thales, Quick Rope, and Marina—three people with nowhere else to turn.

already……

Disappeared.

Oh dear, well, these past few days, just like a year ago, I've been taking the college entrance exam again (serious face).

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