Story of The Ancient Demon King!

On the stage where the Black Knight left, there was a fierce battle.

"Aahhhhhhhh!!

"* Giggle *!

Hamar's pretentious obsessive sword strikes, roaring like an animal.

Even though it's just a sword that's not a magic sword, the hack that gets hurt is covered with wounds.

"Hakt-kun!! Hmm!"

Oswald's arrow from behind Hakt and the others.

However, Halmar has experienced the battlefield and fights on a man-to-man basis are handy.

He moves himself in a straight line between Hakt and Oswald, easily avoiding the arrow.

"Noooo!!

Erica's knife was pulled out of Hamar's path.

"--Nuoooooooo!!

"Eh!? --Ghhh!!

The distance was reversed before the blade was cut, and the blade was slightly received in the abdomen and blown off by the body as it was.

"Ha, ha, ha."

"This is the power of the Knights of the Kintetsu..."

Halmar, who was supposed to be breathing in a bug, kept the three Hakts in the vanguard.

I was ready to throw myself away.

……

Everyone watches the stage, including soldiers and spectators.

Inside, there were even tears in the face of Hamar, who was supposed to be a rebel.

"--That's about it!!

Halmar's anger echoes.

He spits blood and keeps screaming with his fluffy legs.

"That's how you can entrust your country... to the people!!

I was more stupid than anyone else.

Everything is for the people.

The mindset was different, but the intentions were the same as those of Hakt and the soldiers.

I was inclined to Enzionism because there should always be someone to be saved like myself and my family.

"Ugh... you're killing me in vain, goho, geho"

……

Halmar's desperate words on the verge of death.

He spits blood in his body full of slashing wounds, and he can't stop breathing.

I can no longer do Enzionism or the country to myself.

At the very least, to entrust the country to the younger generation, I will only show my way of life.

If the Black Knight missed without taking his life, then this man and the Huctors will have a point of contact.

A sad cry sounds, and a fire of readiness lights up Hakto's chests.

Erica.

"Yeah."

With the sword you hold, you can put your strength into the sheath you carry.

I'll take care of the backup.

"Thank you."

With that short and trustworthy word, Oswald pulls his bow again.

It pours all the remaining magic into it and takes charge of the end.

――

Erica ran as I showed her.

The moment Halmar started to focus on you, the arrows were fired.

"Chi! --hahhhh!"

Halmar realizes the crisis with many years of intuition and turns his back on an arrow.

In addition, I swing my sword down to Erica as I rotate my body.

"─!"

Erica picks it up with a magical sheath (...).

"Hmm!?

How dare you, Hamar, hold that sword in one hand.

A blow to the sheath by Erica's technique is a heavy and hard blow to Harmar's sword.

"Giggle, kuuu..."

There you go.

"Ooooooo!!

Hakt, who came to King's Landing a few years ago, knew.

Kidnappings around the Wright Kingdom are mostly carried out by people looking for brave men.

Those whose hair color was close to white, the characteristic of the brave, were seized.

Even if the task of monitoring the ruins, which is the role of the brave, was lost, it was forbidden to come forward as a brave man until the informant within the Kingdom had been identified.

Of course, kidnappings continued in the meantime.

I was convinced of the reason, but we were responsible for the sacrifice of innocent people.

It's not like it doesn't hurt.

From now on, I will try to protect myself as a brave man.

Halmar's appearance was enough to convince Hakt to do so again.

Every step you take, your painful body slows down Hakto's movement.

But I don't mind.

Instead, step deeper and get more pain.

Because I learned that pain can be dispersed by pain.

The last step was a momentary one. It creates a blow to the body that weighs more than ever before.

"Aahhhhhhh!!

"Ooooooo!!

Hakt's sword meets Hamar's.

"Ooooh!!

"Gah!?

Hakt's slash breaks the sword and reaches Hamar.

"Ga... hah..."

Halmar sinks into a pile of blood that collapses.

"Mr. Halmar!

"... you can't honor a rebel..."

Halmar laughs bitterly at Hakto, who looks down at him with tears in his gloomy sight.

The brown-haired rattles that blew up in the middle of the sword earlier were gone, and the gray hair as beautiful as snow was exposed.

The last thing I see is that it was my favorite color, and my heart calms down, Hamar.

"Hakt... and then I'm gofufu..."

"Hah... hah..."

With a blade pointing at the king, and feeling happy to die with someone holding his hand, Hamar leaves himself to the consciousness of falling.

"... shit, I'm sorry, nh... and..."

Leave that word with a tear, one from the Kingdom of Light.

The Knight has left.

♢♢♢

The hot air in the exercise area is a cold and heavy air holding tower on the back.

The rattling sound of the boots hitting the rocks.

Give instructions to send the soldiers to the exercise area and walk effortlessly to their destination.

And the top floor.

It is a floor reserved for important criminals, lined up in several large jails.

The iron key I received from the soldier who stood in front of me earlier...

"--there's no Sealy here, right?

Behind the shadow that arrived in front of the prison where Shirley Shawk was supposed to be captured was a crystal-clear voice.

"Celestia... light..."

"Yes, I'm afraid I've been working on a lot of things."

Gently draws the sword and tells it with a blade that shines on silver.

"You will die in battle here, sinful. ― ― Lionel