172 (7) Against the Darkness

With the power of Tasserton, the Duke will die if he touches him, and then he will be able to punish Clay legally.

If it fails to cure Melchior.

'I'm only level four now. If a Level 7 driver really attacks you, you can't stop him.’

The peacock's bed had to pass through several thick doors from the hall. If Clayo cries out for help, he will only ring an empty hallway without even a guard standing.

'I see. The only reason I brought a man here was because he had no eyes on the secret room.

The last man in this room could not even open his eyes, and it was a perfect place to pursue things that could not be seen.

That means Clayo's words were also a place where there was no escape.

"Depressed, are you feeling very ill?"

"…there seems to be a golden fly in my veins.”

Melchior's innocent answer was finally clouded. It was clear that even his aristocratic patience could not prevent the pain now.

Clayo recalled the message of 'promise' that he saw earlier.

'The limitation of his unique skills is that if he uses more than a certain number of times, the penalty will be increased. If you ignore the limitations and go through a collision, you're half dead.’

It really hurt to see the complete collapse of the human-like author.

"…I see. I'll put on some magic. I hope I don't know what the Duke of Armoryk's punishment is like in this lifetime.”

Clayo opened a circle of size that would cover only the target and himself.

In pain, the prince did not stop staring at Clayo's dazzling circle.

It was the first time for him to witness Clayo's magic in person.

The prince's face, which had a light defense, seemed to be out of place, and also looked despondent.

I couldn't imagine how terrible it must have been for a person like Melchior to lose his control.

In fact, even if he had not been threatened, he would have treated him.

"A major figure like the crown prince can't die suddenly because of the prohibition of his skill, and he can't go crazy.’

Clayo was in a position to hope that the future would proceed as much as he could with the manuscript he had read.

Melchior was a man who had to leave the stage, but that moment wasn't now.

"If this guy is out of the picture, Aslan will be crown prince, which is the worst development.’

Even in misconception, the four magic expressions overlapped exactly the same shape.

The prince and the sorcerer were entwined by a clear, gold-casting ceremony.

Melchior's platinum hair looked white in the glare of the gas lamp.

At that time, the man's face looked like a 10-year-old or an ancestor who survived for a thousand years.

It was right after the proper recitation of Jebedi's words. Clay felt dizzy as if he had a tight grip on the gut.

A huge amount of ether was escaping. Despite the increase in the number of ether bowls, it was difficult to handle.

'This is like... almost the same as when Arthur died last summer... Damn it.'

Light has healed the prince.

The veins that had been raised with the white forehead subsided and the jaw, which had been tightly closed, were also relaxed. The prince, who barely escaped from physical pain, could not hide his face.

Extremely expressed separation makes even time feel slow.

thoughts.

Thoughts run through the cracks in time.

It occurred to me that the incident that led me to observe this phenomenal existence too closely might not have been intended by the author.

In that sense, did I join you in screwing up the author's teacher? Things happened to come this far.'

Melchior is the world's most powerful man and the most hopeless fighter.

His objections are not kings, emperors, revolutionaries, or politicians.

It is the author and the one who exists beyond their time. Their god and author were the ones who eventually shook Clay's own fate.

Is that why?

A question that doesn't suit you.

"How many times has this suffering been repeated?”

Clayo remembers the crown prince, who was talking about the repetition of history with his killers lying on his back.

If the dungeon didn't open then what would this man have to say?

This night, for the first time, Melchior makes a smiley face.

A face with a faint gender distinction and a young pure smile have no purpose of fascination.

But that's just the moment. Melchior slowly regains the expression of 'The Prince'. Coming back is a cold answer.

"Try a double rash. If you succeed, I'll answer."

Clay just started the double rash as ordered.

A faint smell of blood grazed the throat.

"But I don't eat less ether because I don't fly it outside the circle. Is it because we're using the ether of mana stone? It's a hell of a lot of money, but I'm glad I saved Ether.’

Clay, who left a trace of ether on the bottom of the bowl, floated the fifth machete entirely on the mana stone above his hand.

As he stretched out his arms to move the ceremony to the prince, his hand, which had a faint body temperature, pulled Clayo, who held the mana stone. It was the hands of the urgent man.

The onyx of saliva, along with the development of a double rash, is ash between ten tightly bound fingers.

Gradually, Melchior's eyes become clear transparently. The turquoise rim was clear in the middle of the eyes.

Clay thought.

"Now that the distracting time has passed, you won't answer it or anything. Oh, but why can't you...?’

Melchior's body, which had always been upright, tilted and collapsed. It was completely impossible for Clayo to catch the tall prince.

I could hear the tasserton behind me swallowing his breath. Since magic was still going on, it was clear that he could not intervene.

Clayo was swept to the floor by the unconscious prince.

At the same time, all the magic works.

Clayo also had no power to stand up in the aftermath of Ether's escape. It was not a matter of courtesy.

The fast-moving Tasserton did not care whether Clayo fell in love or not, but he supported Melchior in a very polite manner and sat him next to his bed.

Then he stepped out.

[Level 7 Examination]

Title: Knight of the Lake]

'Well, what is it? I can't thank you for saving my life...!’

This is how the paramedics feel when they're being grabbed by the collar in the emergency room?

Boong!

Tasserton suddenly launched a sword into a circle of advancement.

Clayo breathed in vain without even turning on the defensive magic. Even though I left "disturbance" on, my whole body stood on end. The sword fired by a seven-level prosecutor came at an inevitable pace.

The sword, which seemed to break the bones and cut off the gut, passed through the ears of a hard-fisted Clayo and headed toward the narrow window behind his back.

Kiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

It was a familiar smell of grass and a familiar roar of the beast.

Clayo looked back reflexively.

in a flap

The black man was flapping his wings after the sword.

Wounded by Tasserton's attack, Masu did not go far and wandered around the duke's bedroom.

[Pyton]

—classification: the number of deaths

—Level: 6]

The disturbance came later than the shock.

Bboo, bboo, bboo!

Ppooooooooooooooooooooh!

The trumpet sounded the whole of Tristane's peacock.

The sound of a soldier's weapon bumping, the sharpness of his armor, and the soldiers' cries were detected at "Lateness." Despite the assault during the banquet, Rothan issued a swift order, and the soldiers responded quickly.

I'm out of control! Attempt to break through the front door.’

'Attack detected from the air. It's Phyton the Maasu.'

'Lisa, you're at the front door! Trudejo is authorized to use the Mana Stone Silver Arrow. All articles are aligned in their area!'

'Okay!'

I accept your orders!’

"More fire! The Shadow Mazoo is afraid of fire!’

'Fire!'

Clayo forced his shaky knee up and ran toward the window, which was heavily drilled by Tasserton's attack.

The bitter winter breeze rippled the boy's loose hair.

On the high floor where the peacock's bedroom is located, the castle and mountain range were seen at once.

At first, I thought the mountain was moving.

But what was really moving was the number of deaths, the number of deaths.

In Clayo's eyes, the whole mountain seemed to light a lantern in unison. It was because of the message of 'promise' announcing the appearance of the death penalty. The item soon became hot and overloaded.

'It's because there are too many...!’

Small, slender, long-legged beasts were climbing over the wall, covering the cliff tightly.

[Shadow triched spider]

- Categorization: Dead number

-Level: 2]

The level of the beast was low, but there were too many.

Ordinary soldiers were also pouring oil and setting fire to chase the beasts, but ethers were essential to completely extinguish the existence of the beast.

'Oh, my God. There's no way this author's son-in-law will end the case with a lower level of difficulty than the last manuscript!’

There were still two more editors left, but I didn't know where and how to prevent them from appearing.

Besides, what if we touch the complicated parts of Arthur, who becomes a time bomb, and Melchior, who is like a time bomb when we are just there, and then we have a bigger problem?

Hey, hey!

Phyton, who returned one big round around the castle, pushed his snout back into the broken window.

The size of Phyton, which was not young, was equal to a small boat. The black snake, which spread its wings, covered the remaining moonlight like a thread.

Tasserton blocked the spot where the window was and grabbed Clayo's ball and pushed him inside. Clay, bent over the carpet, looked up close.

Tasserton, who had lowered his posture, rose up and called for another round of advancement.

Whoooooooooooooooong.

The sword cried.

Blended with blue light, a black flag closer to silver than gold crossed the night sky.

In an instant, blood spattered from Pitton's body, unable to avoid the burned sword.

Kiehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

While struggling wildly, Pitton constantly tried to break into the duke's bedroom as if he had been possessed by something.

Clayo, watching the fictitious confrontation between Masu and Tasserton, found something strange.

"What's that tangled in Phyton's back??’

The scale of the beast was black and was not easily noticeable.

A shadow that seemed to be lumped with dust was wrapped around Pitton's neck and wing roots, pushing the tear-in-blooded beast in front of the black man.

Tasserton's pure and strict sword seemed to soon cut off Pitton's breath.

While Confucius continued his offensive without rest, Pitton's front feet scratched the wall outside the bedroom.

Tasserton, who was even more energetic, pulled out a long sword. The thunderous sword pierced the open mouth of the beast.

Masu struggled with his sharp forefeet, scrambling through Tasserton' However, not a single article was backed down to cut off Masu's breath.

Kie-eh-eh-eh-eh!

Finally, Masu, who stuck his toenail on the wall, burst into a frenzy of blood everywhere. The whole bedroom of the duke was shaken by how hard Masu's struggle was.

Quick!

The pillar of the silk bed broke and hit the peacock's parched body. Clayo reached out reflexively, but the defensive magic was not activated in time.

Tasserton's sword tore Mazu's neck and gutted him.

As the long-winded sword broke Phyton's heart, Masu began to turn into ashes from the tip of his wings.

The black shadow, which had been entangled with Phyton, crawled on the floor like a worm with several legs and slowly disappeared.

Clayo, who was trying to follow it, was soon forced to look outside the broken wall in a loud noise that shook the heavens and the earth.

Beyond the dying fragment of Phyton, two more black snakes, even larger than him, were shooting into the citadel from the distant sky.

Quay!

Key it!

As the angry wings of two horsemen brushed past, the watchtower, which was ringing the warning bell, exploded, and two turrets on the citadel, which was firing bullets, collapsed in one fell.

Outside the walls were a shadow spider, and in the air two phytones were invading Tristane's castle.

Tasserton, who snatched the Onyx from the dying man, took care of Melchior's safety in the meantime.

"Your Majesty. Are you all right?"

In the midst of the riot of the whole castle, the prince, who could not stand up on his own strength, sat on the bed, alone orphaned and quiet.

Even the aftermath of pain and fatigue seemed to the author to be an expression of painting.

It was the man whom Clayo knew well.

The prince spoke in a voice of no regret.

"I'm fine. But it seems your father's life is numbered."

The duke's body, which was tangled with a insignia on the broken bed, was exposed only to the outside of his head and hands.

The half-open peacock's lips were breathless, and there was no movement at the end of his mummified hands.

Tasserton, who came across the bedroom, pulled his father out of the broken furniture.

As he laid his head on the heir's lap, the peacock's eyelids twitched and half lifted, but stopped.

It was then.

The shadow on the corner of the room seemed to be a great sensation, but it quickly rolled over the whole room.

Tasserton's sword quickly cut off the darkness, but some of the broken darkness was finally sucked into the peacock's skinny body.

'Promise' flashed a warning.

[Grendel]

- Categorization: Dead number

-Level: -

*Follows the level of the body used as a host]

The Duke's remains jumped out of Tasserton's arms to an angle where no one could move, and pulled out the ephod that had been decorated on one side of the wall.

Whoo! Whoo!

The complicated knotting that had been woven into the ceremonial sword failed to beat the sword-wielding Sakaman Ether.

Clayo's face turned as pale as a dead man.

"It depends on the level of your body that you've used as your host."!’

During his lifetime, the Duke of Theo Tristane was one of only four Swordmasters in the kingdom.