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- Ugh, uhh, why, like this...
Every time, though, when you are sneezed by a rough storm, it is a meer that subtly snaps.
- Ma, well, but I was helped by a rough storm... and you can't complain. Besides, on second thought... Abel came to help me. You have to be strong supporters......
Meer thinks as she looks at the bell waving her fist up beside her to support her.
- But..., I wanted to support you in a decent outfit if possible... Ugh, what a very exciting scene, Prince, for coming to help the princess... Ugh, what a mess......
And so on, while thinking about it, Meer regained her mind.
- No, you shouldn't. Still, it should be no different that I am the heroine of this occasion. Again, we have to be decent here!
Meer, pampered, slapped her cheeks all the way, then raised her voice.
"Good luck - both of you -!
Oh no... Abel sets me up with support like Meer's heroine or not.
"Ha!
Swinging down from the top of my specialty. In one remembered attack, the masked man shows a frightened appearance.
"Stupid......"
While crushing, I try to avoid myself directly beside myself.
Yes, no matter how powerful, if you can show your fat muscles more than once, it's easy to cope. If your opponent is a first-rate warrior, all the more so.
And even Abel knows that. Nonetheless, the reason for letting it go was obvious.
Because I knew it could be a special blow.
"Stupid...? Is that one of them?
Abel laughed. Keep your enemies alert.
The next moment, the masked man opened his eyes.
"Mmm..."
The blow unleashed, it was, obviously, faster and stronger than earlier.
The masked end of a man dances through the universe mutilated.
Impossible power, unparalleled earlier. That was a throwaway blow.
It's a full-blown blow, not thinking about anything after you've been hit.
If avoided and fought back, there is naturally no way to deal with Abel... So, come on, it couldn't have been a powerful attack.
Nonetheless......, Abel let it go. The reason for this is…,
"It's a little inadvertent, Abel."
Scion steps in so as to crush the gap of birth.
In front of that eye, a masked man who would have been after the counter, leaves his tongue slapped and retreats.
Seeing it, Abel smiled slightly.
"Because I have you... Zion, let me do everything I can."
The word had another meaning, apart from the trust that Theon would follow, even if he exposed himself to gaps.
That is, even if I fall, because I have Scion.
Until earlier, Abel's fall was a matter directly linked to Meer's death. But not now. Then I can't do it here, but later, Abel thought about defeating an enemy that could put Meer in danger.
Theon to Abel like that,
"Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc…, stay back."
I said it with a tough face.
"............ oh? That's weird..."
Two princes fighting together.
To the fact that they were fighting for themselves, for their lives..., Meer, was a little soaked in joy.
- Ugh, something feels a little good...
Abel fighting with a serious face. Not only that, but even that Zion is fighting for me.
I totally feel like a heroine in love stories.
… Meer was regaining herself as usual due to a slight risk to her life. In short......, I was doing just fine.
But such a good mood didn't last long either.
"That's crazy..."
Noticing the discomfort, Meer tilts her neck. In front of her like that......,
"Isn't that a little inadvertent? Abel."
"Because I have you. Scion."
Such a beautiful sight of friendship was unfolding.
A truly beautiful friendship between princes. Blurring at that......, Meer thinks.
- Oh? I thought I was the protagonist in this scene...?
They two should be fighting for themselves...... Nonetheless, I wonder why, nodding at this chest, the subtle alienation......
Earlier, it must have been a passionate scene where two princes of destiny would come to help themselves, the princess…, now unfolding in front of us is a story of hot friendship.
There was no place for Meer!
- Damn, with that said, this seems to have happened before... Oh, I did! Sure, that's when I made that sandwich!
Behind Meer's brain, the memory comes back when she was left behind.
This needs to come back to the Heroin Seat again! Meer, who almost thought so, recalled her own outfit.
Sneeze of a rough storm, with mud, dressed in a mess of dirt...
- Oh, right... After all, that's right, you can't call me a heroine if you're dressed like this......
Meer looked down at her body and looked incredibly sad.
"Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc…, stay back."
Say, Theon holds down the enemy blade.
He brought him into a state of imminence and, at once, kept his enemies away from Abel.
"What do you mean? That's..."
Saying, Abel restarts his sword. You can always participate in an attack. But Theon won't let you do it.
"Don't get the purpose wrong. What we need to do now is not defeat the enemy in front of us. It's all about living and returning to St. Noel."
"But this guy..."
"Look, look at Meer's face..."
I've never noticed Abel before, they say.
Until earlier, Meer, who had raised her voice of support, must be quiet.
Relax, you look so sad that you're going to cry now...
"You know what she's grieving about? That you took a lighter look at your own life!
The allegation pierces Abel's chest deeply.
Sacrifice someone's life to benefit the situation…. Meer was never a person to do that. Instead, she is more of a hater that her life is wasted.
"Think carefully about what Meer would love. If you think your battle will not grieve her, line up with me."
Quickly, Theon leaves the masked man. I wonder, I immediately turn to attack.
Moving through the significance, to the sharpness of the steps, the masked man strikes back instantly, even frightened for a moment.
The sound of steel shredding from one another echoed on the moon and night.
- Right... Did I, in danger, almost make Meer sad...
Abel glanced at Meer. Then I saw Meer smiling just a little happily.
- You were trapped in anger and you couldn't see around... If you don't thank Theon, yeah.
Exhaling loudly, Abel raises her voice.
"Abel Lemno, come!
... By the way, needless to say, Meer is not a slashing Jazz... There's no way Abel can tell how he's fighting. In the first place, Abel's slaughter itself, I often don't see it......
There was no one on this occasion to put a scratch on that.
Abel's collaboration with Theon was brilliant.
Those who practice swordsmanship together know each other's movements well.
But more than that, the two swords were compatible.
Abel's sword is bold and serious.
The power is so insulting, there's something about it that's not accommodating.
I'm not going to match them, I just, with that power, smash every tactic of my opponent. Such simple swordsmanship.
Therefore, it is undeniable that it is easy for the enemy to read…, but it is the same thing for the allies.
And the sword genius, the sword of Theon Saul Sankland, is at liberty of transformation. There was no such thing as moving to make up for Abel's sword.
A special blow Abel breaks down, and Scion pokes at the gap where he was born.
The streak was harsh and powerful.
"Mmm..."
Neither could a werewolf not admit it.
Regardless, it wasn't like we couldn't hit the attack.
There was so much difference in strength between the werewolf and the two princes. Twice, three times, whenever the blades are aligned, the slaughter of the werewolf is scratching the princes.
... but while full of creation, the collaboration between the two princes never broke down.
If we keep going like this, we'll be able to kill them both, but that'll take time.
If it were true, I almost wanted to recall the wolves, but the two wolves at heart had been stopped by the youth of Zion's squire.
"... at tide time, huh"
The werewolf looks up at the night sky.
In a starry sky full of heaven, he sniffs the signs of dawn, smashing his tongue small. Even in the midst of a fierce battle, he listened firmly to the earlier conversation between Zion and his squire.
- Buy some time, which means I guess it's on chase...
That's natural, too. Anyway, he planned to assassinate the Imperial Empress. It's not hard to imagine a tough chase being turned around.
If so, I can't take the time here and get caught.
"... I'm pulling"
Speak to the wolves. And Abel, who heard it, again, unleashes a slash.
And Gain, and the sound of metal, and the sword and the sword loom together.
"You think I'm gonna let you get away with it?
The werewolf laughed with his nose at Abel asking over the blade.
"... you want to stop it? The second prince of the kingdom of Remno. I don't mind, but be prepared for one of your arms then."
The werewolf returned his heel after kicking his belly thoroughly and gaining distance.
By his side, his beloved horse comes to himself where he emerged from. He jumped on its back as it flowed, and no one came after him.
Is it more right that you couldn't, rather than not pursuing...
Abel and Zion sat down on the spot where the werewolf rode and missed him leaving.
"Oh man... you finally pulled me off... come on..."
Theon exhaled as the man left. Did the scratch hurt the applause? I look at her gently.
"You were a formidable enemy... Isn't it a good battle with Lord Dion? Oh, by the way, are you sure you're calling reinforcements?
Likewise, Abel asks as he puts his face to the wound. I expected half the answer......
"Naturally, it's a bluff. I didn't have time for that...... We need to get back to St. Noel and organize a tracking team right away."
Theon shrugged his shoulders and said.
"Both of you, are you okay!?
And that's when.
I could see Meer running from afar. Behind it were Belle, who was supposed to have been kidnapped, Anne and Tiona on horseback, plus Riola running with her bow on her back.
Looking at those girls, the two smile bitterly.
"What are you laughing at, Your Highness?"
Right next door, scratchy Keithwood said with a smile on his face. It was worn with wolf fangs, or its clothes, by the way, have been mutilated, and blood is seeping. It was terrible.
But...
"No, what. I was wondering if this would be a very satisfactory ending for our princess. Hey, Abel."
So the two princes laughed innocently.
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- Ugh, uhh, why, like this...
Every time, though, when you are sneezed by a rough storm, it is a meer that subtly snaps.
- Ma, well, but I was helped by a rough storm... and you can't complain. Besides, on second thought... Abel came to help me. You have to be strong supporters......
Meer thinks as she looks at the bell waving her fist up beside her to support her.
- But..., I wanted to support you in a decent outfit if possible... Ugh, what a very exciting scene, Prince, for coming to help the princess... Ugh, what a mess......
And so on, while thinking about it, Meer regained her mind.
- No, you shouldn't. Still, it should be no different that I am the heroine of this occasion. Again, we have to be decent here!
Meer, pampered, slapped her cheeks all the way, then raised her voice.
"Good luck - both of you -!
Oh no... Abel sets me up with support like Meer's heroine or not.
"Ha!
Swinging down from the top of my specialty. In one remembered attack, the masked man shows a frightened appearance.
"Stupid......"
While crushing, I try to avoid myself directly beside myself.
Yes, no matter how powerful, if you can show your fat muscles more than once, it's easy to cope. If your opponent is a first-rate warrior, all the more so.
And even Abel knows that. Nonetheless, the reason for letting it go was obvious.
Because I knew it could be a special blow.
"Stupid...? Is that one of them?
Abel laughed. Keep your enemies alert.
The next moment, the masked man opened his eyes.
"Mmm..."
The blow unleashed, it was, obviously, faster and stronger than earlier.
The masked end of a man dances through the universe mutilated.
Impossible power, unparalleled earlier. That was a throwaway blow.
It's a full-blown blow, not thinking about anything after you've been hit.
If avoided and fought back, there is naturally no way to deal with Abel... So, come on, it couldn't have been a powerful attack.
Nonetheless......, Abel let it go. The reason for this is…,
"It's a little inadvertent, Abel."
Scion steps in so as to crush the gap of birth.
In front of that eye, a masked man who would have been after the counter, leaves his tongue slapped and retreats.
Seeing it, Abel smiled slightly.
"Because I have you... Zion, let me do everything I can."
The word had another meaning, apart from the trust that Theon would follow, even if he exposed himself to gaps.
That is, even if I fall, because I have Scion.
Until earlier, Abel's fall was a matter directly linked to Meer's death. But not now. Then I can't do it here, but later, Abel thought about defeating an enemy that could put Meer in danger.
Theon to Abel like that,
"Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc…, stay back."
I said it with a tough face.
"............ oh? That's weird..."
Two princes fighting together.
To the fact that they were fighting for themselves, for their lives..., Meer, was a little soaked in joy.
- Ugh, something feels a little good...
Abel fighting with a serious face. Not only that, but even that Zion is fighting for me.
I totally feel like a heroine in love stories.
… Meer was regaining herself as usual due to a slight risk to her life. In short......, I was doing just fine.
But such a good mood didn't last long either.
"That's crazy..."
Noticing the discomfort, Meer tilts her neck. In front of her like that......,
"Isn't that a little inadvertent? Abel."
"Because I have you. Scion."
Such a beautiful sight of friendship was unfolding.
A truly beautiful friendship between princes. Blurring at that......, Meer thinks.
- Oh? I thought I was the protagonist in this scene...?
They two should be fighting for themselves...... Nonetheless, I wonder why, nodding at this chest, the subtle alienation......
Earlier, it must have been a passionate scene where two princes of destiny would come to help themselves, the princess…, now unfolding in front of us is a story of hot friendship.
There was no place for Meer!
- Damn, with that said, this seems to have happened before... Oh, I did! Sure, that's when I made that sandwich!
Behind Meer's brain, the memory comes back when she was left behind.
This needs to come back to the Heroin Seat again! Meer, who almost thought so, recalled her own outfit.
Sneeze of a rough storm, with mud, dressed in a mess of dirt...
- Oh, right... After all, that's right, you can't call me a heroine if you're dressed like this......
Meer looked down at her body and looked incredibly sad.
"Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc…, stay back."
Say, Theon holds down the enemy blade.
He brought him into a state of imminence and, at once, kept his enemies away from Abel.
"What do you mean? That's..."
Saying, Abel restarts his sword. You can always participate in an attack. But Theon won't let you do it.
"Don't get the purpose wrong. What we need to do now is not defeat the enemy in front of us. It's all about living and returning to St. Noel."
"But this guy..."
"Look, look at Meer's face..."
I've never noticed Abel before, they say.
Until earlier, Meer, who had raised her voice of support, must be quiet.
Relax, you look so sad that you're going to cry now...
"You know what she's grieving about? That you took a lighter look at your own life!
The allegation pierces Abel's chest deeply.
Sacrifice someone's life to benefit the situation…. Meer was never a person to do that. Instead, she is more of a hater that her life is wasted.
"Think carefully about what Meer would love. If you think your battle will not grieve her, line up with me."
Quickly, Theon leaves the masked man. I wonder, I immediately turn to attack.
Moving through the significance, to the sharpness of the steps, the masked man strikes back instantly, even frightened for a moment.
The sound of steel shredding from one another echoed on the moon and night.
- Right... Did I, in danger, almost make Meer sad...
Abel glanced at Meer. Then I saw Meer smiling just a little happily.
- You were trapped in anger and you couldn't see around... If you don't thank Theon, yeah.
Exhaling loudly, Abel raises her voice.
"Abel Lemno, come!
... By the way, needless to say, Meer is not a slashing Jazz... There's no way Abel can tell how he's fighting. In the first place, Abel's slaughter itself, I often don't see it......
There was no one on this occasion to put a scratch on that.
Abel's collaboration with Theon was brilliant.
Those who practice swordsmanship together know each other's movements well.
But more than that, the two swords were compatible.
Abel's sword is bold and serious.
The power is so insulting, there's something about it that's not accommodating.
I'm not going to match them, I just, with that power, smash every tactic of my opponent. Such simple swordsmanship.
Therefore, it is undeniable that it is easy for the enemy to read…, but it is the same thing for the allies.
And the sword genius, the sword of Theon Saul Sankland, is at liberty of transformation. There was no such thing as moving to make up for Abel's sword.
A special blow Abel breaks down, and Scion pokes at the gap where he was born.
The streak was harsh and powerful.
"Mmm..."
Neither could a werewolf not admit it.
Regardless, it wasn't like we couldn't hit the attack.
There was so much difference in strength between the werewolf and the two princes. Twice, three times, whenever the blades are aligned, the slaughter of the werewolf is scratching the princes.
... but while full of creation, the collaboration between the two princes never broke down.
If we keep going like this, we'll be able to kill them both, but that'll take time.
If it were true, I almost wanted to recall the wolves, but the two wolves at heart had been stopped by the youth of Zion's squire.
"... at tide time, huh"
The werewolf looks up at the night sky.
In a starry sky full of heaven, he sniffs the signs of dawn, smashing his tongue small. Even in the midst of a fierce battle, he listened firmly to the earlier conversation between Zion and his squire.
- Buy some time, which means I guess it's on chase...
That's natural, too. Anyway, he planned to assassinate the Imperial Empress. It's not hard to imagine a tough chase being turned around.
If so, I can't take the time here and get caught.
"... I'm pulling"
Speak to the wolves. And Abel, who heard it, again, unleashes a slash.
And Gain, and the sound of metal, and the sword and the sword loom together.
"You think I'm gonna let you get away with it?
The werewolf laughed with his nose at Abel asking over the blade.
"... you want to stop it? The second prince of the kingdom of Remno. I don't mind, but be prepared for one of your arms then."
The werewolf returned his heel after kicking his belly thoroughly and gaining distance.
By his side, his beloved horse comes to himself where he emerged from. He jumped on its back as it flowed, and no one came after him.
Is it more right that you couldn't, rather than not pursuing...
Abel and Zion sat down on the spot where the werewolf rode and missed him leaving.
"Oh man... you finally pulled me off... come on..."
Theon exhaled as the man left. Did the scratch hurt the applause? I look at her gently.
"You were a formidable enemy... Isn't it a good battle with Lord Dion? Oh, by the way, are you sure you're calling reinforcements?
Likewise, Abel asks as he puts his face to the wound. I expected half the answer......
"Naturally, it's a bluff. I didn't have time for that...... We need to get back to St. Noel and organize a tracking team right away."
Theon shrugged his shoulders and said.
"Both of you, are you okay!?
And that's when.
I could see Meer running from afar. Behind it were Belle, who was supposed to have been kidnapped, Anne and Tiona on horseback, plus Riola running with her bow on her back.
Looking at those girls, the two smile bitterly.
"What are you laughing at, Your Highness?"
Right next door, scratchy Keithwood said with a smile on his face. It was worn with wolf fangs, or its clothes, by the way, have been mutilated, and blood is seeping. It was terrible.
But...
"No, what. I was wondering if this would be a very satisfactory ending for our princess. Hey, Abel."
So the two princes laughed innocently.
- Ugh, uhh, why, like this...Every time, though, when you are sneezed by a rough storm, it is a meer that subtly snaps.- Ma, well, but I was helped by a rough storm... and you can't complain. Besides, on second thought... Abel came to help me. You have to be strong supporters......Meer thinks as she looks at the bell waving her fist up beside her to support her.- But..., I wanted to support you in a decent outfit if possible... Ugh, what a very exciting scene, Prince, for coming to help the princess... Ugh, what a mess......And so on, while thinking about it, Meer regained her mind.- No, you shouldn't. Still, it should be no different that I am the heroine of this occasion. Again, we have to be decent here!Meer, pampered, slapped her cheeks all the way, then raised her voice."Good luck - both of you -! Oh no... Abel sets me up with support like Meer's heroine or not."Ha! Swinging down from the top of my specialty. In one remembered attack, the masked man shows a frightened appearance."Stupid......"While crushing, I try to avoid myself directly beside myself.Yes, no matter how powerful, if you can show your fat muscles more than once, it's easy to cope. If your opponent is a first-rate warrior, all the more so.And even Abel knows that. Nonetheless, the reason for letting it go was obvious.Because I knew it could be a special blow."Stupid...? Is that one of them? Abel laughed. Keep your enemies alert.The next moment, the masked man opened his eyes."Mmm..."The blow unleashed, it was, obviously, faster and stronger than earlier.The masked end of a man dances through the universe mutilated.Impossible power, unparalleled earlier. That was a throwaway blow.It's a full-blown blow, not thinking about anything after you've been hit.If avoided and fought back, there is naturally no way to deal with Abel... So, come on, it couldn't have been a powerful attack.Nonetheless......, Abel let it go. The reason for this is,"It's a little inadvertent, Abel."Scion steps in so as to crush the gap of birth.In front of that eye, a masked man who would have been after the counter, leaves his tongue slapped and retreats.Seeing it, Abel smiled slightly."Because I have you... Zion, let me do everything I can."The word had another meaning, apart from the trust that Theon would follow, even if he exposed himself to gaps.That is, even if I fall, because I have Scion.Until earlier, Abel's fall was a matter directly linked to Meer's death. But not now. Then I can't do it here, but later, Abel thought about defeating an enemy that could put Meer in danger.Theon to Abel like that,"Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc, stay back."I said it with a tough face."............ oh? That's weird..."Two princes fighting together.To the fact that they were fighting for themselves, for their lives..., Meer, was a little soaked in joy.- Ugh, something feels a little good...Abel fighting with a serious face. Not only that, but even that Zion is fighting for me.I totally feel like a heroine in love stories. Meer was regaining herself as usual due to a slight risk to her life. In short......, I was doing just fine.But such a good mood didn't last long either."That's crazy..."Noticing the discomfort, Meer tilts her neck. In front of her like that......,"Isn't that a little inadvertent? Abel.""Because I have you. Scion."Such a beautiful sight of friendship was unfolding.A truly beautiful friendship between princes. Blurring at that......, Meer thinks.- Oh? I thought I was the protagonist in this scene...?They two should be fighting for themselves...... Nonetheless, I wonder why, nodding at this chest, the subtle alienation......Earlier, it must have been a passionate scene where two princes of destiny would come to help themselves, the princess, now unfolding in front of us is a story of hot friendship.There was no place for Meer!- Damn, with that said, this seems to have happened before... Oh, I did! Sure, that's when I made that sandwich!Behind Meer's brain, the memory comes back when she was left behind.This needs to come back to the Heroin Seat again! Meer, who almost thought so, recalled her own outfit.Sneeze of a rough storm, with mud, dressed in a mess of dirt...- Oh, right... After all, that's right, you can't call me a heroine if you're dressed like this......Meer looked down at her body and looked incredibly sad."Abel...... If you're thinking of sacrificing your life, but defeating your enemies, etc, stay back."Say, Theon holds down the enemy blade.He brought him into a state of imminence and, at once, kept his enemies away from Abel."What do you mean? That's..."Saying, Abel restarts his sword. You can always participate in an attack. But Theon won't let you do it."Don't get the purpose wrong. What we need to do now is not defeat the enemy in front of us. It's all about living and returning to St. Noel.""But this guy...""Look, look at Meer's face..."I've never noticed Abel before, they say.Until earlier, Meer, who had raised her voice of support, must be quiet.Relax, you look so sad that you're going to cry now..."You know what she's grieving about? That you took a lighter look at your own life! The allegation pierces Abel's chest deeply.Sacrifice someone's life to benefit the situation. Meer was never a person to do that. Instead, she is more of a hater that her life is wasted."Think carefully about what Meer would love. If you think your battle will not grieve her, line up with me."Quickly, Theon leaves the masked man. I wonder, I immediately turn to attack.Moving through the significance, to the sharpness of the steps, the masked man strikes back instantly, even frightened for a moment.The sound of steel shredding from one another echoed on the moon and night.- Right... Did I, in danger, almost make Meer sad...Abel glanced at Meer. Then I saw Meer smiling just a little happily.- You were trapped in anger and you couldn't see around... If you don't thank Theon, yeah.Exhaling loudly, Abel raises her voice."Abel Lemno, come! ... By the way, needless to say, Meer is not a slashing Jazz... There's no way Abel can tell how he's fighting. In the first place, Abel's slaughter itself, I often don't see it......There was no one on this occasion to put a scratch on that.Abel's collaboration with Theon was brilliant.Those who practice swordsmanship together know each other's movements well.But more than that, the two swords were compatible.Abel's sword is bold and serious.The power is so insulting, there's something about it that's not accommodating.I'm not going to match them, I just, with that power, smash every tactic of my opponent. Such simple swordsmanship.Therefore, it is undeniable that it is easy for the enemy to read, but it is the same thing for the allies.And the sword genius, the sword of Theon Saul Sankland, is at liberty of transformation. There was no such thing as moving to make up for Abel's sword.A special blow Abel breaks down, and Scion pokes at the gap where he was born.The streak was harsh and powerful."Mmm..."Neither could a werewolf not admit it.Regardless, it wasn't like we couldn't hit the attack.There was so much difference in strength between the werewolf and the two princes. Twice, three times, whenever the blades are aligned, the slaughter of the werewolf is scratching the princes.... but while full of creation, the collaboration between the two princes never broke down.If we keep going like this, we'll be able to kill them both, but that'll take time.If it were true, I almost wanted to recall the wolves, but the two wolves at heart had been stopped by the youth of Zion's squire."... at tide time, huh"The werewolf looks up at the night sky.In a starry sky full of heaven, he sniffs the signs of dawn, smashing his tongue small. Even in the midst of a fierce battle, he listened firmly to the earlier conversation between Zion and his squire.- Buy some time, which means I guess it's on chase...That's natural, too. Anyway, he planned to assassinate the Imperial Empress. It's not hard to imagine a tough chase being turned around.If so, I can't take the time here and get caught."... I'm pulling"Speak to the wolves. And Abel, who heard it, again, unleashes a slash.And Gain, and the sound of metal, and the sword and the sword loom together."You think I'm gonna let you get away with it? The werewolf laughed with his nose at Abel asking over the blade."... you want to stop it? The second prince of the kingdom of Remno. I don't mind, but be prepared for one of your arms then."The werewolf returned his heel after kicking his belly thoroughly and gaining distance.By his side, his beloved horse comes to himself where he emerged from. He jumped on its back as it flowed, and no one came after him.Is it more right that you couldn't, rather than not pursuing...Abel and Zion sat down on the spot where the werewolf rode and missed him leaving."Oh man... you finally pulled me off... come on..."Theon exhaled as the man left. Did the scratch hurt the applause? I look at her gently."You were a formidable enemy... Isn't it a good battle with Lord Dion? Oh, by the way, are you sure you're calling reinforcements? Likewise, Abel asks as he puts his face to the wound. I expected half the answer......"Naturally, it's a bluff. I didn't have time for that...... We need to get back to St. Noel and organize a tracking team right away."Theon shrugged his shoulders and said."Both of you, are you okay!? And that's when.I could see Meer running from afar. Behind it were Belle, who was supposed to have been kidnapped, Anne and Tiona on horseback, plus Riola running with her bow on her back.Looking at those girls, the two smile bitterly."What are you laughing at, Your Highness?"Right next door, scratchy Keithwood said with a smile on his face. It was worn with wolf fangs, or its clothes, by the way, have been mutilated, and blood is seeping. It was terrible.But..."No, what. I was wondering if this would be a very satisfactory ending for our princess. Hey, Abel."So the two princes laughed innocently.
