I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

Could it be that he has to climb Mount Lu once again?

Thinking of the legend of the grown-up, I had already walked to Chinatown before I knew it.

- Ahhh.

Some naive and down-to-earth knights greeted the guys who seemed to be familiar, but in fact they didn't remember a name.

During dinner, I met an acquaintance of antique dealers. The merchants who knew a little about the mystery were going to Turkey to do business. Just in time, they hired Tony.

And then...Tony met...meet the boy with dark red hair that looked like he was bathed in dragon blood.

"You are a dragon!"

The boy shouted, and Tony lost consciousness.

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Italy, Milan.

Kurumi came back here with the two little ones.

The monastery, which has been preserved since the Middle Ages, is now in ruins.

The towering white spire buildings were broken at the waist, and the banner of the [Bronze Black Cross] also lost its brilliance in the past.

Starting from the atrium of the monastery, a ferocious cross, like a scorching and huge sword slashed from the sky, divided the entire [Bronze Black Cross] station into four parts.

Even after several days have passed, the power left by the torn earth still makes people tremble.

After all, the gods are irresistible to human beings.

In the vestibule of the monastery, a silver-haired girl like a moon elf descended into the world, her whole body trembling.

The knights were busy preparing for the repair work and salvaging the secret treasures. They carried heavy white stones, bypassed the girl, and entered the monastery.

Liliana leaned down tremblingly, almost as if suffocating, and grabbed the black soil from the hideous cross trench.

The vicious burning breath instantly invaded the girl's delicate skin. The girl's right hand quickly charred black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the flowing lava-like rock veins extended from the fingertips and spread upward.

This hard, resolute, 'steel'-like girl didn't seem to notice the pain, but clenched her hands even tighter.

"Lily!" Erica exclaimed, panicking.

Although she always enjoys playing with Liliana, it is the greatest joy in life to see the blushing face of a girl who is determined and upright but is extremely embarrassed.

But she knew in her heart that she was her best friend.

The two are Milan twins who are linked by the 'fetters of fate'.

click-

The world is painted with a heavy tone of black and red.

Kurumi appeared in front of Liliana in an instant, a huge golden clock appeared behind him, and the hands stopped at the moment of [IV].

On Liliana, the burning flame poison was still spreading upwards, like the fiery dragon breath, eroding the girl's body little by little with a firm pace.

That's why the [Bronze Black Cross] didn't remove the humiliating cross, and could only wait for the flame poison to dissipate.

The black-red shadow condensed into an ancient flintlock gun in Kurumi's hands, and aimed at Liliana's eyebrows.

But... at that moment, Kurumi hesitated.

The little girl raised her head and looked at Kuang San.From the lower right side of that flawless face, there were spark-like burn marks, like dragon teeth.

The clear water-like eyes rolled up with an unyielding red tide, burning fiercely.

Wanted... to defend the honor of the knight.

Want to... give that guy a look of color.

If it was His Highness Kuang San, she would definitely be able to defeat the disobedient saint, she seemed to be pleading, her watery eyes looked like a deer.

Kuang San sighed, the little girl was not cute at all, she used herself as a bargaining chip, and presented herself as if begging the gods to kill the evil enemy.

Kurumi crouched down and looked at Liliana.

The scorching rock dike has climbed up to the neck.

Kuangsan rubbed the little girl's head and said helplessly.

"I really can't help you."

The flintlock gun in his hand dissipated, and Emperor Keke sank into the shadows again.

The world returned to its normal color, and it became noisy again. From the courtyard, the old man who was very strict with Liliana was running frantically.

Kurumi lifted Liliana's hair and gently rubbed the little girl's eyebrows.

"Alara, if you want to defend the name of a knight, why don't you go by yourself."

"I'm... too weak." The burning pain had scorched all over Liliana's body, and her vocal cords seemed to be burnt withered.

She is a genius, and only a genius.

Fortunately, she was lucky enough.

In the world of godslayers, luck is sometimes more important than strength.