For a moment, Thales felt as if he had returned to six years ago. He returned to Dragon Clouds City's Shield District, where he had his final confrontation with Giza in the hydra Kilika's body.
They were both calm and rational, isolating themselves from their emotions.
It was the same feeling of wonder, and his thoughts were indistinct.
The Sin of Hell's River was incredibly quiet.
Another kind of power surged up from nowhere.
The Prince of Constellation stared at the Alchemy Ball in his hand and sensed the magic within it.
He could see the internal structure of the Alchemy Ball. A strange energy was wrapped in countless metal discs, gently and steadily rotating like a sleeping animal.
He even knew that as long as he lightly fished out one of the lock plates, the tame energy would turn into a surging wave and rush out, releasing its vicious nature and devouring everything in its surroundings.
It was clear now.
It was so simple.
Thales raised his head in satisfaction and slowly swept his gaze over the assassins in front of him.
The young prince strode merrily forward.
Wherever he looked, wherever the Alchemy Ball pointed, the enemies retreated in panic.
Zakriel frowned as he watched Thales move forward. "Hey, you —"
"Don't worry," Thales said faintly.
"It will be over soon."
"You're in charge of picking up the scraps."
Zakriel stopped talking.
Pick up scraps?
What does that mean?
He scratched his head in confusion.
A new term in the kingdom?
"Step back, Your Highness!"
Stake suppressed his nervousness and hissed,
"If you try to threaten us with the Alchemy Ball …"
But Thales merely chuckled and stuffed the Alchemy Ball into his bosom. Then, he raised his longsword.
"Alchemy Ball?"
"Do I look like such a tasteless person?"
Stake was stunned.
In the next second, the prince extended his left hand, and his expression turned cold.
"First …"
Thales released and retracted his palm, as if he was scooping something out of the air.
"Watch your step."
His expression was cold, and the assassins in front of him immediately prepared for battle!
Unexpectedly, nothing happened to the enemies in front of Thales. The ones who were in trouble were the ones on the other side.
Thump!
With a dull thud, an assassin who was holding a chain tightly around Yodel's right leg staggered and fell on his back.
"Careful!" Stake's gaze froze, and he shouted.
"That mask!"
But it was too late.
The assassins locked onto Yodel lost one of their corners, and the balance was broken.
The Masked Protector did not let go of this opportunity.
In the next second, he kicked his right leg!
The chain that was originally binding him sprang up like an agile snake and firmly wrapped around the neck of the fallen assassin. Then, it instantly tightened!
Thales curled his lips into a cold smile.
He extended his hand again and aimed at the chain that controlled Yodel's right arm.
But in the next moment, Thales furrowed his brows tightly, and a puzzled look appeared on his face.
His left hand tightened twice in the air.
But nothing happened.
Yodel was still fighting against the remaining three assassins, and Stake was still retreating step by step.
Looks like …
Thales sighed.
He still needed to practice this ability.
"Zakriel." The prince calmed down and waved in Yodel's direction. He tightened his grip on his longsword again.
"Give him a hand."
Zakriel snorted in dissatisfaction.
"I think you're talking about 'picking up scraps'?"
Thales snorted.
"Exactly."
In the next second, Zakriel charged into Yodel's side like a ferocious beast. His saber struck an assassin!
Bang!
When they met, the assassin who could not dodge in time covered his neck and fell under the Knight of Judgment's saber.
The weapon in his hand could only leave a slight scratch on Zakriel's saber.
Thales did not want to show weakness. He coldly wielded his sword and charged forward!
He charged towards Stake.
The situation instantly became chaotic!
"Wait!"
Stake took a step forward in anger and shock. He seized Quick Rope's throat, causing him to moan in pain.
"They … Your attendants are still in my hands, Your Highness!
As long as you let us go — "
However, in the next second, Thales, who was a few steps away, suddenly appeared in front of Stake!
It was as if he had taken a few steps forward in an instant.
It made Stake break out in a cold sweat!
* Swoosh — *
Thales' expression did not change. He swung his sword with both hands, drew an arc in the air, and went straight for Quick Rope and Stake's heads!
The leader of the assassins, who held Quick Rope hostage, was shocked and furious. He could not dodge in time, so he had no choice but to push Quick Rope forward to face Thales' sword!
Quick Rope instantly felt his soul leave his body!
"No, no, no, wait, my good highness, my obedient highness." As he watched the sword gust draw closer, Quick Rope began to speak incoherently.
`I am your faithful and dear -- '
But Thales did not care.
He just continued to swing his sword with a cold expression!
"Hu!"
The sword wind mercilessly attacked!
Stake rolled on the ground in a disheveled manner and barely avoided the tip of the sword.
When Quick Rope saw that he could not avoid the fatal strike, he felt a chill in his heart. He subconsciously closed his eyes, but he did not forget to shout.
"— Wya Caso! Ahhhh!"
Hu!
The tip of the sword cut through Quick Rope's neck!
"Chi!"
Fresh blood spurted out.
A head flew into the air.
"Thales!"
Quick Rope cried out in pain and despair. His face was covered in tears as he felt the pain of his neck being cut open.
"I hate you for my entire life —"
At this moment.
"Pa!"
There was a crisp sound.
Quick Rope's words were stuck in his mouth. He only felt a burning pain on his face.
Hmm?
"Wake up!" Thales' cold voice rang out.
"Pa!"
After another slap, Quick Rope finally opened his eyes while trembling. He stared in shock at Thales, who had his palm raised high.
Quick Rope was stunned.
"Didn't you behead me …?"
He turned his head, drenched in cold sweat. Then, to his surprise, he realized that his head was still on his shoulder!
'Oh my God!
He's still alive! '
Quick Rope's expression changed from mourning to ecstasy.
'This is great!
'Huh? Then just now … '
* Pa! *
Another slap. Thales frowned and said, "Wake up!"
"You're not the one who turned around."
Quick Rope subconsciously lowered his head. Beside him, there was another head rolling in a pool of blood.
It was the head of the assassin who held him hostage earlier.
Quick Rope was stunned.
'Strange?
'Didn't that sword cut me just now?'
On the other side, Stake, who was in a disheveled state, grabbed the arm of a subordinate and stared in disbelief at the assassin who was killed.
'Impossible.'
'I saw it with my own eyes …
'That brat's sword had already cut him …
'Why did the other target's head fall to the ground?
'It was clearly so far away …
'What kind of trick is this?'
"Stay here." Thales impatiently pushed Quick Rope to the side and raised his sword again.
"I can't cut you!"
Quick Rope, who was still in a daze, fell flat on his face and screamed.
"If you don't want to untie me, then forget it …
"At least be gentler!"
On the other side, Zakriel had already quickly dealt with the two people who bound Yodel. The Masked Protector finally regained his freedom, and he was unchaining himself.
'Damn it!'
Stake was anxious and angry.
When he turned his head around, Thales was already charging towards him again!
"Stop him!"
Stake ordered in a hoarse voice.
* Whoosh! *
Behind him, an assassin immediately hurled out a hand axe!
It was aimed straight at Thales, who was right in front of him.
Thales twitched the corners of his mouth, but he only said one word.
"I missed."
'They don't know,' Thales thought.
'I don't know what I can do right now.'
In this amazing state, he was incredibly calm and rational. It was as if he would never panic or act on impulse.
He could even feel that everything around him was in his palm. It was as if he could touch it if he stretched out his hand.
For example … the enemy's weapon.
Thales silently watched the hand axe fly towards him in the air.
In the next second, the hand axe strangely disappeared in the air!
The hand axe appeared out of thin air again by Thales' side and flew into the distance.
* Clang … *
The hand axe fell to the ground powerlessly, and it let out a helpless clang.
Just as Thales said, it missed.
Stake's pupils trembled again.
'No.'
The moment he attacked, he saw very clearly that the hand axe could not miss.
'So this time …'
When they saw the strangeness in front of them, the assassins burst into an uproar again!
"Not a bad trick."
Zakriel's hand froze for a moment. He watched Thales' performance with a contemplative expression.
"Many years ago, a circus came to Eternal Star City. There was a Psionic with the nickname 'Throwing Knife Clown'. He could make throwing knives appear out of thin air, and he could even take things from a distance. Even Princess Constance was amused by him … Until that circus provoked a powerful person, and Blood Bottle Gang destroyed it completely …"
* Clang! *
Thales resolutely turned his longsword and clashed with the other assassin in front of him. He blocked the weapon in his hand.
'No.
'It's different.'
He knew that this was not some 'Throwing Knife Clown'.
It was not a simple shift either.
In the next second, Thales' longsword suddenly disappeared, and suddenly appeared in front of the assassin's chest!
* Shick! *
Under the assassin's shocked gaze, Thales did not even need to use his Power of Eradication. He just gave the assassin a light push, and he ended his life.
'So convenient.'
Thales grinned.
'This is a battle where I will never miss …
'So convenient.'
* Swoosh! Swoosh! * The sound of something slicing through the air came.
Thales waved his hand gently. The three darts that were aimed at him disappeared before his eyes and crashed into the wall on the other side.
He raised his left hand again, and two daggers shot out in a crooked manner, "returning the favor" to the assassin who shot the darts.
The prince did not stop moving. In just a few steps, he arrived in front of Tampa.
The assassin behind the tavern owner was still looking for his dagger, which had disappeared into thin air, in surprise, when Thales easily pierced his throat. Before the assassin died, the assassin swore that he should have avoided the trajectory of the sword.
Against Thales' expectations, Tampa, who had been dispirited and listless, suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes. While the other assassin was panicking, he fiercely knocked the back of his head against the assassin's nose!
Tampa gritted his teeth and threw himself backwards. His back crashed right into the assassin's chest!
"The last time someone did this to me was an orc …
"Its skull is still hanging in my bedroom!"
Tampa, who had been a hostage just a moment ago, stood up while cursing. With a fierce look on his face, he kicked the assassin's neck!
* Crack! *
Thales furrowed his eyebrows slightly as he watched the terrifying sound of bones breaking.
Tampa spat out a mouthful of blood and shook his head at him. "Don't daydream, do what you have to do."
It was only then that Thales raised his eyebrows and turned around.
On the other side, Zakriel broke through the encirclement head-on. No matter how many people stood in front of him, they could not fight against him. Yodel disappeared into the air after he was unchained. Only the occasional assassin's corpse that fell down strangely proved the existence of the Masked Protector in the shadows.
Stake watched as the situation in the field turned around completely, and he felt his heart grow colder.
Thales moved forward steadily. He might seem to be alone, but he was unstoppable.
None of the hidden weapons that were shot at him hit their target. The blades that were aimed at him would be strangely deflected, and the swords that stabbed into his body would not exert any force.
In fact, some assassins only noticed that the weapons in their hands had strangely disappeared when they arrived in front of Thales.
In comparison, Thales' longsword was like an unstoppable force of fate. Every time he swung it, he would definitely break through all defenses, ignore all evasions, and hit his target.
The strangeness he displayed caused the assassins to tremble in fear.
In a moment, there were less than ten assassins left.
Stake struggled and gritted his teeth.
He knew that he had to make a decision.
Thales did not see Stake's increasingly unpleasant expression, nor did he care about Zakriel's complicated gaze. He only focused on sensing his new ability.
He could easily take away the dagger from the hands of the enemies in front of him, as if he was picking up a teacup from a study table.
It was as if distance no longer existed for him.
He could even change the position of himself and his longsword.
He could make it appear where it should be.
He could also make the hidden weapons that were shot at him from afar, such as the hand axe just now, change their positions.
It was like pulling the fishing line on a fishing pole.
As his movements became more and more skillful, Thales slowly came to a realization.
He could take things out of the air and move. These were nothing to him.
However, there were more or less some restrictions.
Compared to the flying axe in the air, the dagger in his hand …
Compared to his entire person, the longsword in his hand …
The smaller and lighter the target was, the shorter the distance between them, the slower the target was, and the easier it was for his ability to be used.
'Very well.'
"Retreat!"
The sudden shout interrupted Thales' train of thought.
With a ferocious expression, Stake seized the struggling Marina. He held her in front of him and retreated.
When he looked at Thales, his gaze was filled with wariness and fear.
'If this prince has this kind of power …
'Then his behavior in the tavern …
'Is he trying to lure us into his trap?'
"Retreat!" Stake roared.
Thales narrowed his eyes. He watched as the assassins retreated in a well-trained manner, as if they had been relieved of a burden.
They were about to disappear into the darkness.
"This is why I hate the game of Fox Hunt." On the other side, Zakriel had practically turned into a human-shaped forbidden zone. Wherever he went, the assassins would flee.
"They will run."
'But they can't run.'
Thales thought.
'No matter where they run to, they will be in my hands.'
In the next second, Stake, who was holding Marina hostage, discovered to his surprise that Thales, who was five steps away from him, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye!
'Why is he …'
He did not have time to think too much. Stake used the same trick and pushed Marina as a shield!
* Whoosh! *
Thales' gaze was still fierce. He slashed Marina's waist with his longsword, who was unafraid of death!
Stake cried out in pain and rolled a meter away with blood on his face.
Marina, who thought that she was definitely going to die, opened her eyes with a shudder, but found that she was unharmed. Even the rope on her hands had been cut open without her realizing it.
"You're fine, Madam."
Thales extended his hand to her and sneered. "Looks like you need help?"
Marina pushed his arm away and got up. She gritted her teeth and snorted angrily.
"I don't need you to save me!"
'Alright.
What a bad temper. '
Thales raised his eyebrows.
"By the way, about what happened in the tavern just now …"
However, Marina's first reaction when she heard this was …
* Slap! *
Thales felt pain on his face!
"Pervert!"
Marina gritted her teeth and retracted her hand. She elbowed him away and rushed to find her weapon.
"Bastard!"
Thales turned around with an unpleasant expression as he watched her back. He said in a self-deprecating manner, "Ah …"
"… You're welcome."
He endured it and pretended that he did not see Quick Rope mouthing "wow" behind him.
Zakriel and Yodel efficiently harvested the assassins' lives. In the few seconds that Thales delayed, almost all the assassins were killed. Only Stake, who was covered in blood, was left running away.
'I can't escape.'
Thales thought. He intended to vent all the grievances he felt just now on the culprit.
He appeared in front of Stake in an instant!
* Clang! *
Thales' longsword parried Stake's short knife, which he had taken out of nowhere. Stake, whose face was covered in blood and looked incredibly pathetic, was forced to take a step back!
Stake's arms trembled as he said ferociously, "You can let me go … you know!"
"Eighteen years ago," Thales retorted coldly, "you could have let Herman Jadestar go too."
Stake was first stunned, then his expression became fiercer.
Thales chuckled. He continued to sense the mystic energy that had "gone out of control" and prepared to deliver the final blow.
'As long as I move the tip of the sword to …'
At this moment, Thales suddenly shuddered violently!
'Pain.'
A bone-piercing pain came from within his ribs!
'Aaaahhh!'
Thales was in so much pain that his movements changed. He trembled and knelt on one knee.
He sucked in a sharp breath!
'No, no, no!'
He was familiar with this kind of pain.
He had faced the assassination in Eternal Star City, blocked the Mystic Gun under Broken Dragon Fortress, and faced the Blood Mystic in Dragon Clouds City.
Even though it was not as serious this time.
But there was no doubt … that this was the price to pay for using mystic energy.
At that moment, Thales felt as if he had just woken up from a dream and escaped from that magical state.
'This is …'
Thales felt the throbbing pain in his chest. He leaned against the blood-covered longsword and looked at his entire body in disbelief.
'This is … I really …'
It was as if in the span of a breath, the emotional emotions of panic, fear, and hesitation returned to his mind.
At the same time, the rational state of calmness, fearlessness, and decisiveness was no longer a matter of course.
Along with the pain, the smell of dust, the smell of blood, the sounds of battle, the noise, the dim tunnel, and all sorts of other things instantly entered his eyes, ears, throat, and nose, reminding him of his situation.
He wiped the blood off his face, and only then did he realize that he was covered in blood and was sticky and wet.
Not far away, the heads he had cut off, the enemies he had cut down, and the severed limbs were all over the ground.
There were nearly eight or nine people.
Thales suddenly shuddered.
'This … is what I did?'
'That's right.'
His memories were still clear.
However … when he looked at the battle just now, it was as if he was looking at another person.
Another calm version of Thales.
"Thales!"
An anxious shout traveled into his ears.
Thales finally snapped out of his daze.
* Whoosh! *
The sound of wind came at him!
Thales instinctively wanted to use his mystic energy, but the pain in his chest deepened, and his expression cringed. He fell down powerlessly.
'Sh * t.
'Sh * t!'
* Bang! *
At the critical moment, Quick Rope rammed into him from the other side and pushed Thales away from Stake's blade!
Quick Rope hugged him and rolled a few steps away. He got up and gave Thales a slap!
"What's wrong with you?"
Quick Rope looked at the dazed Thales, gritted his teeth, and said, "You had facial paralysis just now, and now you're in a daze …
"Did you take drugs?"
Under the reminder of the pain, Thales looked at Quick Rope, who sat on him, and was still in a state of shock. He recalled his experience from the moment he 'lost control' until now.
Mystic energy.
Knock on the Door.
Taurus.
Girl.
Anchor point.
Choice.
As if he was in a dream.
"I … I don't know," Thales said absentmindedly.
'Maybe.'
On the other side, Stake climbed up while enduring the pain and pounced into the darkness.
Before he left, he did not forget to throw a hidden weapon straight at the two of them!
* Whoosh! *
Thales was shocked. He pushed Quick Rope away and instinctively reached for his longsword!
But half a second later, the masked figure suddenly appeared in front of him!
* Ding! Ding! *
The gray shortsword danced in the air, and with a few metallic clangs, it blocked all the hidden weapons.
Thales breathed a sigh of relief. His grip on the longsword was no longer tense.
But Stake's figure had already disappeared into the darkness without a trace.
On the other side, as Zakriel dealt with the last assassin, the latter's torch fell to the ground.
The area around them instantly darkened!
Thales only realized then that the battle was over.
The pain in his chest caused by the mystic energy slowly faded away.
He then snapped out of his daze resentfully.
The corridor was silent.
"Wow." Quick Rope exhaled and leaned against the wall in agony.
"Finally …"
On the other side, Marina stared at the corpses on the ground in a daze. Tampa sat in the corner, gritted his teeth, tore apart his clothes, and skillfully bandaged the wounds on his body.
In the darkness, Thales quietly stared at Yodel in front of him, then at the blood on his body. He suddenly felt awkward.
"I … I just …"
But the moment he opened his mouth, he was interrupted.
"I know," the Masked Protector said faintly and helped Thales up from the ground.
"I know."
For some reason, Thales felt relieved.
He stared at the ground resentfully and wiped the blood off his face. He still could not believe what he just remembered.
'Why …
'When we were fighting just now …
'How could I adapt so easily?'
"It was a happy day, wasn't it?
"This is the last one … if we don't count the one who ran away."
On the other side, Zakriel picked up the torch. As he counted the spoils of war, he said to Yodel,
"I suggest that you go after him now and get rid of any future problems … Your ability is the most suitable to face Shadow Shield."
Yodel turned his head around and cast a glance at the depths of the tunnel.
"Don't worry, he can't run away."
The Masked Protector said coldly.
"Then go." Zakriel gestured at him with his lips.
"I'm here."
Yodel nodded slightly, turned around, and patted Thales' shoulder.
Thales showed him a forced smile.
"Go. Do what you have to do."
Yodel nodded. In the next second, he disappeared into thin air.
Quick Rope sucked in a sharp breath as he watched.
He covered his mouth with one hand and pointed at the spot where Yodel disappeared with a terrified expression. His gaze moved back and forth. "H-h-he … human … ghost …"
Thales ignored him and just waved his hand indifferently.
"Go and find something else to do, Quick Rope, please."
"Jokes are the last thing we need right now."
Quick Rope's fear froze on his face. He turned his head around in embarrassment.
On the other side, Tampa and Marina stared at each other with hostility.
But Thales did not have time to care about this.
Perhaps Marina's identity was awkward, or perhaps Tampa was well-informed, and keeping them here was not a good thing. But right now, Thales just wanted to have a good sleep.
The Disaster Swords lost their leader and suffered heavy casualties. The remaining members of Shadow Shield were destroyed here. The Northlanders did not have enough manpower and could not cause any trouble. Besides, the Secret Intelligence Department had set up an ambush on the ground.
The only troublesome one was probably Quick Rope …
He leaned against the wall behind him with his longsword and sighed heavily.
'Oh my God.
Mystic energy. '
Today was the first time he used his mystic energy while he was awake.
'But …'
Even if it was better than how he used to vomit blood at the slightest provocation, there was still a limit to how good he could be in this state. There was a great limit to his time and ability.
'Heh.'
Thales snorted softly. He suddenly felt very tired.
It was not just his body.
It was also his spirit.
Zakriel walked over slowly. He looked disheveled and frowned.
"Hey, young man."
Thales raised his head tiredly and looked at the brand of sin on the man's forehead. He forced a smile. "Your beard is well shaved.
And thank you. "
But Zakriel was frowning.
"That psionic ability of yours isn't omnipotent, is it?"
The Knight of Judgment stuck a torch on a corpse and used it as a source of light. He used his sleeve to wipe the saber, which had many dents on it.
"Otherwise, you would have used it when you were held hostage."
Thales frowned deeply.
'As expected.
'I still have to explain it to him …'
Thales sighed and pressed his forehead against the hilt of the sword.
"Let me guess. Is there a time limit, or does it cause great damage to the body?" Zakriel asked faintly as he leaned against the wall beside him.
Thales snorted softly. He thought that they had probably seen how he looked.
"Sort of."
But Zakriel's next question made Thales slightly stunned.
"Why didn't you save him?"
'Huh?'
"What?" Thales looked up in surprise.
"In the beginning, you could have saved young Yodel," Zakriel said with a chuckle.
"But you gave up. Instead, you asked me to help him."
The Knight of Judgment turned his head. "Why?"
'Save … Yodel?'
Thales tried hard to recall the miraculous experience that seemed to have happened a century ago. He tried to imagine what he was thinking when he was in that state.
At that time, it seemed like he wanted to mess up the enemies who had Yodel locked down, and then …
That rational, calm, and decisive version of himself …
"Urk, perhaps you are more suitable? After all, there are three or four of them … "
But Zakriel shook his head.
"No, I can tell that you value him very much, and he is very loyal to you." Zakriel sighed and knocked on the wall behind him.
"If you could save him, you would not have given up so easily."
Thales frowned.
'Wait.'
"It's not that you don't want to save him," Zakriel said profoundly as he stared at the firelight.
"It's that you can't save him."
Thales' eyelids twitched.
"What do you mean?"
'I can't save him?
'Wait.
Just now, I seem to have tried to deal with the second chain-wielding enemy, but … '
Zakriel turned his head and grinned at the prince. His disheveled appearance and unkempt appearance made him look rather ugly.
"That sword."
Zakriel said faintly, "He has been holding it in his right hand."
Thales moved slightly.
'That sword?'
His first reaction was to look at Ricky's sword in his hand.
But in the next second, Thales understood what was going on.
Once he figured something out, his face turned pale, and his hair stood on end.
'That sword.'
The Knight of Judgment sighed. "It's precisely because of that Supreme Sword, that legendary anti-mystic equipment …"
'The Supreme Sword.'
At that moment, Thales' breathing became labored.
'What did he say …'
"So, your ability is useless against the chain on his right arm," Zakriel said faintly.
Thales opened his mouth with great difficulty.
"Zakriel, you …"
The Knight of Judgment leaned against the wall and lowered his head. He chuckled softly. "It's not strange. I've seen something similar before … Your Highness, did I call him by the wrong name?"
Thales turned his head around while stuttering like a rusty clock and met his eyes anxiously.
'I know …'
Zakriel's smile was sincere and apologetic.
"Please understand, child.
"This is not a personal grudge."
At that moment, as he looked at Zakriel's smile, Thales suddenly felt his hair stand on end!
The Sin of Hell's River in his body instantly increased!
It was as if he had encountered the most terrifying threat.
'Danger, danger …' A voice seemed to be warning him.
In the next second …
Thales' expression froze. He reacted spontaneously without anyone teaching him. The muscles in his legs and waist tensed up!
He pounced out of the corner with the force of a bow!
* Whoosh! *
The wind from the saber cut his face, and it hurt!
In an instant, the blade cut through Thales' hair like an avalanche, taking away a few strands of hair.
* Clang! *
The saber crashed into the wall.
Stone chips flew everywhere!
Thales trembled in disbelief.
He struggled to his feet in pain and disheveled manner. He stared at the person in front of him in shock.
It was Zakriel, who stood up with his saber in hand and a murderous aura. He was staring at Thales with a complicated gaze.
Zakriel's saber had landed on the spot where Thales had just been.
He missed it by a hair's breadth.
"You dodged it beautifully."
* Clang. *
The Knight of Judgment frowned and drew his saber. He seemed to be dissatisfied with the result of missing his attack.
Their movements even attracted the attention of the three people on the other side, who were wary of each other.
"Zakriel …"
Thales was extremely shocked. He held his longsword tightly, and even his breathing trembled.
"What … What are you doing?"
'Maybe …
'Maybe he's testing his skills?
'Checking out my skills?
'It must be … like this?'
As Thales thought about it, he felt his mind tremble.
Then, Zakriel turned around and answered him expressionlessly.
"Correcting … mistakes."
One second.
Two seconds.
"Why?"
Thales stared at him in a daze.
Zakriel shook his head. His gaze was compassionate, but it hid an endless amount of murderous intent.
"You know why, child.
As I said, this is not a personal grudge. "
The Knight of Judgment stared at the teenager in front of him quietly. He slowly raised his saber, and excitement and despondency surged in his chest at the same time.
'Do not worry, King Aydi, Prince Midier.
'No matter how many years have passed.
'Mistakes will be corrected.
'I will defend our kingdom to the death.
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