I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

But that's not a problem; you'll develop confidence as you become stronger.

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Chapter Sixty-One: Giving a Chance [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Castor's voice was very faint and delicate.

But it conveys a firm will, a desire to become as dazzling and powerful as Du Wei.

They want to protect their homeland.

Du Wei gently stroked Caster's head, his expression conveying a sense of relief.

"Well....."

Castor lowered his head and gripped his staff tightly.

You can feel the warmth and heat in that hand, which undoubtedly conveys an emotion that is very close to love.

The fairy's eyes see only pure beauty.

Every time I look at Du Wei, I can see this warm glow, unlike the dawn that pierces the darkness; it is the very existence of dawn.

This also brings out people's purity.

She liked Du Wei the most, and he was the only person she wanted to stay by her side and never leave.

Bang! "170!"

The dark sword blade unleashed a chilling aura that sliced ​​through the earth.

However, the rice paddies were not damaged.

This chocolate field is not something Artoria wants to destroy, so she won't go all out like before.

The swaying, cold blade of the gun sliced ​​through the air.

Artoria dodged the attack by millimeters.

The armor seemed to have been torn by the oppressive yin energy; normally, this attack should have been easily blocked.

There was something unusual about these soldiers.

Although I didn't know exactly what was going on, all I could think about was how to defeat the other party.

Did they sense a dangerous odor?

No, the smell isn't directed at me.

The root of the problem lies with Noknarea, who harbors a void in her understanding of this demonic realm, a void that feels like a mistake.

It was as if the very essence of truth was falling away around her.

It felt almost quite magical.

Neither Artoria nor Melusin noticed anything amiss, but Castor spotted something was wrong.

It was just a feeling that something was off.

It's impossible to explain exactly what happened.

"Tsk, this unreasonable and tyrannical power...!"

Noknarea smacked her lips and jumped a few steps.

The magical energy fluctuations stirred up by the azure sword energy spread out, forcing them to quickly retreat and create distance.

The soldiers were quickly wiped out one after another by the enemy.

Melusine's extreme speed is gradually becoming apparent.

Before even opening or closing their eyes, they could sense the soldiers dying, and their ears were filled with the horrifying "whoosh" sound of blood splattering in the air.

It wasn't just Melusine who was killing.

Artoria is also wielding the sword of punishment.

Both the armor and this demonic sword exist because of their Master; such is the will to protect the ideal land of Britain.

In the end, all the soldiers were wiped out.

They were all killed, as if they were crushing insects.

"Hmm! Don't think I've lost just because of this! I can still do it!"

"Stop being stubborn. It'll look too ugly if you keep going. Or do you want to end up like these soldiers, dying under my sword?"

The tip of Melusin's sword sheath rested against Nocnarea's jaw.

It was only a few millimeters away from the throat.

Although the scabbard was not particularly sharp, it was not difficult for her to decapitate someone with a blunt object.

"Goooo!"

Noknarea realized she was now a prisoner.

Resentment, anger, and unwillingness lingered in my heart.

He faced defeat before even challenging Du Wei himself, and could only face Du Wei in this embarrassing manner.

“If I could kill it, I would never let it exist here. That’s not Albion’s protection…it carries an even more ominous aura!”

This was the first change in Melusin's tone after she put on the mask.

His cold indifference remained unchanged; the only emotion now on his face was pure disgust.

There was no particular reason.

Intuition, by its very nature, requires no reason.

"...Unknown?"

Noknarea was puzzled.

She probably doesn't even know the reason herself.

The one who could see through it was Caster, while Artoria and Melusin felt uneasy about it.

“Melusyn, have some manners. After all, she is a resident of Britain. Noknarea, your soldiers have all been wiped out by my knights. Now you understand that force won't work, right?”

Du Wei stepped forward and interrupted their conversation.

Du Wei, who was at the center of the matter, was unaware of the problem and did not perceive Noknarea's abnormality.

Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly.

The one thing a person can never truly understand in their lifetime is themselves.

This is often the only explanation one can use, failing to see the difference between the other person and oneself...

Others also find it difficult to explain.

It will only be effective if the person involved is aware of it.

"Force cannot defeat you, but that's only now! It doesn't mean I can't defeat you in the future! I said I wouldn't lose! I will defeat someone like you who craves the same old thing!"

Noknarea remained defiant.

Melusine frowned slightly.

It's rare to see someone so fearless; he still dares to speak to Du Wei in that tone.

"Staying unchanged? Is that what you're thinking?"

"Ha, of course! Isn't Britain the best example? That's why I dislike self-righteous guys like you the most!"

"I see....."

Du Wei nodded slightly as if he understood.

Even if Noknarea is so disobedient, it doesn't matter; she is someone who can survive by adhering to her own beliefs.

Fundamentally, it is the pure beauty that one recognizes.

Therefore, there is room for conversation.

Currently, in Du Wei's understanding, there are generally only two types of people.

First, there are those who can live and love within their own beliefs; second, there are hypocrites who are rejected because they are not accepted by their own beliefs.

However, people cannot be divided.

Therefore, this kind of thinking cannot be used often; as a person, one should know how to be flexible.

"Noknarea, you want to become queen, don't you? I can give you a chance to become queen."

"A chance to become king?!"

Noknarea's eyes flashed with astonishment.

I never expected Du Wei to bring up this development.

She had prepared herself for a punitive expedition, but to her surprise, the other party not only did not attack her, but even offered to make her queen.

Even though it was just an experience opportunity.