I left the five of you with you and attacked the two warriors who were using the power of Zeon. Thatâs accurate up to that point. Until then, itâs okay to have two. I killed one of them, but why are there two left?
â¦No, itâs just one person again.
There were clearly two just now, but when I looked again, it turned out to be one. Well, thatâs right. There were two of them, and I killed one of them, so there must be only one person standing in front of me. Thatâs right, but why were there two of them earlier? Thatâs strange.
â Flash.
I blinked my eyes slowly, as if trying to wipe away my blurred vision. Only then did the focus return, and the two warriors were clearly seen as one.
âAh⦠Thatâs right. I was almost scared because I thought the guy I just killed came back alive.â
I thought there was another guy like me.
He blinked as if checking again. One person is right.
I tapped and kicked the floor with my toes a few more times. By applying force to the hand holding the sword several times, I reawakened my senses that were trying to fall asleep.
â Flash.
Five people can be seen exchanging sword strikes from a little distance away. I blinked a few times again, wondering if this would be the case. One out of five would be a pea, so one of the prosecutors would have been reduced.
You could just wait and deal with Lord Hertz until he comes. Otherwise, it seems like Iâm on the same side as you, so we could just watch things amicably until the third prince dies. But anyway, thereâs not much flexibility, so theyâve reduced the number of prosecutors. see. No way.
âYou must have been pickled a lot again.â
No way.
â Shhh!
As I was about to let out a short sigh, the warrior who had caught his breath rushed towards me. Because of this, I raised my sword without even having a chance to breathe properly.
â Kaang!
â Kaga River! Kang! Kaaaang!
The successive sounds of metal awakened my hearing.
There was still no feeling in my lower back, but the pain in my heart continued to rise and I held on tightly to my fainting thoughts. It is rather fortunate.
I dodged the sword of a warrior who was attacking me by playing with my feet, which I couldnât tell whether I was stepping on the ground or a shadow. I stubbornly held on to the sword and stabbed it at the guy.
Four caught at the beach. The one I caught a little while ago. And, including the one standing in front of me, there are a total of six warriors sent from Zeon to the Great Desert.
âI guess I wasnât very close to those guys. I saw them standing there completely blankly for almost 30 years.â
I was curious and needed to get rid of my drowsiness, so I asked a question. Until all the prosecutors died, they remained motionless with the expression on their faces as if they were watching someone elseâs house burn, so how can they be considered on the same side?
âWe were still unfamiliar with each other.â
I thought he wasnât going to say anything, but the guy who was competing with his swords answered in a low voice.
Our relationship is still awkward.
different affiliations. It may have been a while since we met, or we met for the first time today.
I just nodded. There was no further conversation. Instead of words, he sent a sword and he struck it hard.
â Kaaaang!
A spark flew. When he quickly retrieves the sword and swings it, his sparsely white hair is cut off and falls to the floor. Since earlier, I saw two people again, so I thought I was aiming correctly, but it seems I was wrong.
Iâm crying.
Once again, I swallowed the blood that hit my throat like a habit. I laughed.
âNot until I became this weak.â
This is why we canât make fun of someone who is as weak as a parsley sprout.
â Kaaaang! Kagang!
I know that the moment I stop, I die. Because of this, I constantly played with my feet and waved my arms. Of course, that would be the same for that guy as well, but at least he wasnât in a state where one enemy could be seen as two. So, I moved faster and more stealthily and took advantage of the guyâs gap.
â Excited!
My eyebrows naturally furrow.
I can never get used to the sharp feeling that comes from my heart. The sound of my heart pounding indiscriminately, reaching its limit, buzzed in my ears.
-â¦â¦ Exciting!
The sword that was emitting red light disappeared as if it were falling apart.
âHaaâ¦â¦â
I blinked.
I look again at the human figures in the distance. I see them dealing with three people. Another one has been shortened.
As a result, the parsley buds all wither.
â Ugh!
He created a sword as if squeezing it. I blinked. I moved my feet. I played with my arm.
âA guy that looks like it would die on its own if left alone is holding up well.â
Instead of responding to the warriorâs words, I just laughed.
If a very smart person were to say that I would never die, I would feel like that statement, which I had no confidence in believing was true, would be denied as it was actually a lie.
The warriorâs sword was pushed away once again. The sword disappeared again. made again If I had known this would happen, I wouldnât have struck the dead guyâs sword until it broke first. I laughed again, feeling like I was holding onto the edge of my heart as the sword was about to disappear again.
I took advantage of the moment to look toward the plant once again.
And I couldnât laugh anymore.
âwhy.â
I saw peas.
okay. It seemed. I tried to blink, but I just stared. Because it didnât even look like two people. Because it seemed like one person. So I just stared. I couldnât smile any more and just stared.
I saw a lot of pickled peas, exactly as I expected. It was running. why.
âCalian.â
called.
The guy who was planning to run with three sword-wielding guys hanging on his back called me.
ââ¦â¦ receive.â
The sword flew out. I received a sword.
ah.
That brother must be crazy.
I do something foolish again. I guess I forgot that itâs not a sword that splits in two just to look cool. I guess I mistakenly thought that my swordsmanship skills were at a level where I could fight properly with a half-sized sword. I thought I was smart, but I guess I wasnât.
I must be really crazy.
I must be really crazy.
He kicked his foot towards the warrior. They hide and show up. I stabbed him with my sword from behind and in front. I cornered him. Then, I saw him in two again, so I stabbed him in the air again instead of his neck. Damn it.
â Kaang!
The sounds of Planz and the prosecutors stationed nearby could be heard trying to save each otherâs lives. The sound was blocked by peas. Now that I can understand short words, I guess I can also understand the sound of a sword being blocked.
This is where the ear-splitting roar should have been coming from, but the sound was louder there.
â Kang!
Pea blocked again.
The next attack was dodged. No. I think I got hit. Did you get a bad cut? Did you get stabbed? I donât know. One sound disappeared. It looks like the peas have reduced one more person. Looking at that, it doesnât seem like he got cut a lot. I donât know.
My heart is twisting again. I donât know. How long can a pea survive with a half-sword? I donât know that either.
â Kaaaaang! Kaga River! Kaang!
As if all that was left was his instincts, the sword, which was of course a blue-silver color, was covered in aura and radiated deadly force. He really raised his claws and swung his sword as if he was going to show his teeth. Meanwhile, my two intact ears were steadily picking up sounds from other places, not the sound of the sword fight with the warrior. Itâs fun.
Peaâs attack was blocked. The next sound is not heard. why? I took my eyes off the warrior in front of me and looked in the direction the sound was coming from. The gray sword can be seen being held in the grip of the guy on the other side.
I can see everything clearly.
I can clearly see what you were thinking, what you were putting down, and how much you were worrying about nothing.
âThisâ¦â
Donât think ahead and lower your sword first.
Thatâs what I said.
âFoolish pea.â
ran.
The warrior follows, swinging his sword. Did you get hit on the back? I donât know. Are you sick? I donât know. ran. He swung his sword towards the hand holding Sinasta. He grabbed Pea by the shoulder. Moved it to the back. The smell of blood becomes thicker.
My back hurts.
A foolish bastard who forgot everything I taught him. Damn you. Heâs like an enemy brother.
âno.â
Heâs not dead.
Thatâs it then.
I understand that.
* * *
âWouldnât it be unfair to leave like this? Prince Planz.â
In a corner of a flower garden filled with nameless red flowers, a knight who introduced himself as âa person who felt sorry for the prince of the neighboring country and could not bear itâ opened his mouth like that. I thought about putting all those flowers in his mouth, but I held back once. I nodded my head telling him to continue, and the guy continued.
âPrince Calian is the person who murdered Prince Planzâs mother.â
The way I live while holding my motherâs hand.
A path for everyone to live except me, letting go of my motherâs hand.
It was I who chose the latter. It was not Calian who murdered my mother, but Silike, and it was Brisen who abandoned Silike. I know that, Kalyan knows that, but that guy doesnât know. Since I was saying this because I didnât know anything, I understood it and moved on. It is said that ignorance is not a sin.
âNot only that, but isnât he the person who took away everything that Prince Planz had?â
What did I lose when I had nothing to begin with?
Was Brisen stolen?
â Even if there was grass all around, the peas were pea-colored.
My brother is trying to shake off Brissen from me, but should I say he stole it from me? I think thatâs wrong. If not that, what else would they have taken away? I donât know what my younger brother, who only gave me by cutting off my flesh, took away, and I couldnât even remember what I had taken away.
I held back twice, wondering if it would look like that in the eyes of guys like Brissen who only look at what is visible on the outside. Ignorance is not a sin, but stupidity like Brisen is.
âso.â
âI will help you. If you help us a little, we can go back to the way we were before.â
third time. I held back.
âIt doesnât matter when, please come out of the palace together. âWe will remove anything that gets in the way of the princeâs walking.â
I was thinking about holding back one more time to commemorate coming to see the sea, but then I remembered what my brother said: If you donât feel comfortable or donât like it, donât bother holding back.
âRemember that.â
So I decided not to tolerate it any longer.
And it moved.
Chase was at the end of the plan. Although he wouldnât mind having his life threatened, Calian would clearly be opposed to Chase leaving the palace. So I didnât say anything. So things got messy. Everything went wrong.
If I had known that the consequences of my impatient behavior would spread like this in order to save Calianâs life from being threatened and to confirm the identity of the suspicious people hiding among the nobles and hand them over to Chase, I should have endured it one more time. If not, I should have just talked to Calian before coming out.
â⦠Itâs late.â
Anyway, it is now a thing of the past.
A blue-haired crazy wizard has arrived.
Plantz, who briefly looked at the long gash on the back of his younger brother, who had cut off all his flesh and was now about to cut off his life, just nodded without answering. At the same time, the ice barrier broke. They moved.
Their target from the beginning was not Arsene but Calian. Calian put a shield in front of Plantz, and after one of the swordsmen died at Plantzâs hand, he targeted both without distinction, but Calian was the priority.
Therefore, the swordsmen approached Calian and the warrior swung his sword towards Arsene.
A bright blue chill appeared in Arseneâs hand.
â Damn it!
-Ssam! Scum!
As soon as the warriorâs feet froze, three ice spears flew towards the swordsmen.
â Kwasik!
In an instant, the two swordsmen collapsed without even reaching Calian. His body was pierced by a long, thick spear of ice. It happened almost at the same time that the swordsman who managed to avoid the ice spear received a long stab wound on his neck.
The swordsman stopped in place, not even realizing that the blue-silver sword had sliced through his throat. He looked at Calian for a moment and then turned his eyes towards Plants.
â Boom!
No, I tried to turn it.
Calian, who had kicked the guy in the stomach who had not even noticed his death and knocked him down a long way, grabbed his sword again.
The warrior stopped as the ground was frozen and he strengthened his feet. The frozen ice shattered and sparkled, and four ice spears rained down on the guy.
-Ssam!
â Kagaga River!
The warriorâs sword moved quickly. The guy who had blocked all the fast-flying ice spears swung his sword at Arsene in front of him, but it was blocked again by the ice wall. An unpleasant sound rings in my ears.
Arseneâs fingertips pointed towards the warrior once again. Dozens of ice spikes flew towards him. A frost-like white energy tried to surround the guyâs body.
The guy raised his sword. With that, Calianâs sword swung towards the bastardâs heart. Instead of laughing at Calianâs sword, which flew at him at a significantly slower speed, the warrior carefully struck it away.
â Kaaaang!
â Kagang! Kang!
The warrior, shaking off the ice under his feet and out of attack range, blocked Calianâs sword and struck up. Taking advantage of that gap, the long ice spear flew again, but it too was blocked.
â Kaang! Kaga River! Kaang!
Calian stumbled once. The warrior stretched out his sword. Calian raised his sword. Plantz stepped forward. Calian blocked it.
â Damn it!
There was a sound like one would hear on the frozen Senegeu River in the middle of winter. There was a sound like solid ice expanding its size. Itâs Arsene.
The tip of the warriorâs sword was frozen white. Just as rainwater flows again over a dry, cracked river bed, the energy of pure white ice spreads out in all directions and flows down the sword.
Arsene moved. The prosecutorâs hands froze. Calian moved. He extended his sword. The warrior raised his arms. The two swords clashed with each other, making a loud noise.
â Kaaaaang!
That was the beginning.
Starting with that, a crack appeared in the warriorâs strong sword. There were minor cracks in the strong sword that was made to contain aura. Arsene didnât stop. It continued to send cold energy to the warriorâs sword. Calian swung his sword once again and struck the guyâs sword.
â Ughâ¦!
The blade, unable to hold on, let out its last cry. Broken. It scattered in all directions. Arsene, who quickly used his magic power, put a shield on Plantz. It was not applied to Kalian. I know it only gets in the way.
The warrior took a step back. I picked up the swords lying around. run again
Calian stretched out his hand.
Plantz handed over the sword in his hand. I accepted it. Two swords combined into one. This time, Calian held the intact Sinastar in his hands.
I stopped breathing. I kicked my feet. He extended his sword. The guy blocked it. do not care. With a sword like that
â â¦â¦ Kwasik!
I canât stop it.
The warriorâs newly picked sword shattered. There was the sound of the warriorâs sword, the heart beyond it, and the life within it falling. The warriorâs body leans. I collapse.
Iâm not breathing anymore. dead. Killed. no.
I kept it. this time.
I understand that.
* * *
Red flames soared.
It was Arseneâs fire to destroy the bodies of the attackers before the Knights of Secretia arrived here. I knew that if I left their bodies behind, it would be a valuable negotiating tool, but I burned them all without any hesitation.
Itâs the same reason as always. If we leave evidence that not only Calian but also Plantzâs publicity skills were far from the truth, the fact that they attacked may be used to our advantage now, but not later.
â ⦠Kalian must have been hurt a lot. How about Prince Planz? I donât think itâs okay.
â Itâs alive. both.
I thought for a moment about how to wrap the couple of bandages Arsene gave me, then gave up. If I had the strength to wear it, I would have been able to ride on Estinaâs saddle by myself without having to be helped by the crazy blue-haired wizard.
In any case, Chase didnât ask any more questions about the twoâs status.
They were together and if either of them needed to contact Chase, it would have been Calian. If Plantz had contacted me, what help would it have been to ask about Calianâs condition?
â Donât come out.
â I know.
Plantz finally had a proper âconversationâ with Calian. I donât know if the fact that Plants spoke and Calian nodded a few times could be called a conversation, but in any case, I was able to understand what Calian had prepared. So Plantz decided to completely forget about his original plan.
Chase, who had been silent for a while, spoke again.
â From where you are now, if you go through the forest and take the path east, you will find my motherâs villa. It would be best as a place where his father could reasonably notice that Calian was injured and where he could hide away from the eyes of other nobles. Arianneâs people are managing it, so you donât have to worry about other words leaking out. When the two wizards who went to Brigitte Forest return, I will send them with Kyrie, so it would be better to go there first.
â Youâre quick-witted.
-Whose brother is this? Thereâs no way you donât know the extent of it.
Plantz chuckled.
â okay.
â I will do my job here. Please contact me if anything happens.
â okay.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
After finishing his conversation with Chase, Plantz slowly raised his head.
There is a smell of blood that I had forgotten about. I can finally see the dried blood stains on my hands. After looking down at it for a while, I turned my head and looked at Calian.
After the battle, Arsene, who had attacked without even being able to introduce himself because he was in a hurry, went about finding his own business, while Calian was standing upright leaning against Raven and closing his eyes without saying a word.
He knows that his condition is so bad that he canât even use mana to talk to Chase, but he doesnât show it. I didnât like that and was about to say something when Calian opened his eyes. And then I looked at Plantz, who was sitting on top of Estina.
The cloak that Alan had given me as a gift, the light blue jacket, white pants, and even the white shirt underneath had all lost their color. My once green hair was soaked in blood. I didnât even think about wiping the dried blood off my hands.
Calian, who had been looking at Planz for a long time with an expression that made it obvious what he was thinking, let out a short sigh. And moved the mana.
[Clean]
The guy who couldnât even infuse mana into a bracelet used magic.
After finishing his work, I left the crazy blue-haired magician who was walking away and wiped off the blood with my own hands.
âyou.â
âNo matter what.â
Calian interrupted Planz.
Then, with a bright smile on his face, he raised his hand and pointed at Plants. And said.
âThe color of peas.â
no. barked
â Boom!
And then I fainted.
I fainted again. After he finished barking, he fainted. At this point, I think I have to be a bit suspicious.
The blue-haired crazy wizard who came close urgently bent down and helped Calian up. Even in the dark, you can clearly see the trembling of the manâs shoulders as he hides his face.
ââ¦â¦ Do not laugh.â
âI will try my best, Prince Planz.â
After holding back for a moment, Planz raised his head and looked at the sky.
All the stars in the sky looked like peas, so I thought I would stop looking, but I just kept looking at the sky. I was told not to lower my head, so I just kept looking at the peas in the sky.
Even if it looks grassy, itâs probably the color of peas.
My brother, who cannot lie, said it was the color of peas.
That would be correct.