Divine Costume Holy Sword Fafnir

The building where the sword demon tournament was taking place had collapsed unbroken and many injured lay, and many magicians were being treated at the behest of the school director.

"Dr. Kazt -!?"

In the meantime, Elka-Stack, who realizes what I look like, talks to me.

"What shall we do, Dr. Kazt? The students..."

"I hear more or less about it. Are the students I taught suppressing you?

"Yes..."

"Then we have to go soon."

I was about to walk out, and they grabbed me by the sleeve of my road clothes. Sometimes I'm in a hurry and I say, "Elka - I'm sorry, but that's not the time now..." And I turn around and I say to Elka, "Would that be a little good?" There is blood on every piece of clothing that seems to have been knitted using fine fabrics with a little fat father who grew a mustache that he has never seen before.

"I'm in a hurry now?

"- This time, I'm sorry..."

Suddenly, the man has apologized.

Until we get down to earth.

I don't know what you mean when you suddenly make an apology?

"Elka, who is this guy?

"This is Faldania von Algardo, Duke of Algard."

"Duke of Algard's house...... you don't know. - So, why is this guy apologizing to me?

"Well, that's not the Isperian school teacher, but me directly - this time, among those we hired..."

"I mean, is it your fault that the Demons were getting in..."

When I hold the Duke of Faldania's collar, I lift it straight up.

The demons Granzard and Rahulklein - Rumelia would have been able to stop it on the border, but they couldn't do it on the border because they were guided by the mighty Duke.

I mean, I'm pretty sure I'm saying that all this problem lies with the Duke of Faldania and the nobles who gave the guide.

"How many people do you think your... selfish deeds hurt and died! Do you understand that? The guys you're hurting here hurt because of your crap pride, huh? Some of them are dead! You guys think you can do that if you apologize for that! Damn it!"

"Dr. Kazt!

"Shit!"

I let go of Elka's words.

Not now, if you're dealing with such a clutterfish.

"Faldania, it has already been found out that the mercenaries you have prepared are demons. No matter how many apologies you make, it doesn't change the fact."

After a glimpse of Faldania, I look chilly behind me as I run towards the Divine Soldier.

There's just one nobleman there, pleading and trembling...

"Damn! If you're a scoundrel, make yourself a scoundrel."

irritating.

Why - if there is no catastrophe, I can't understand it without experiencing it...

Then from the start, I wish I hadn't given you guidelines.

Why didn't you understand all that...

"Dr. Kazt..."

Elka looks at me with a worried look on her face.

"I know... now that we've attacked these aristocrats, it's not going to change anything..."

".................. Yes. That's right -"

After seeing the elka that I'm not convinced of anyway, I run out for the Divine Soldier.

If Rumelia were alive, we would do something about the rest.

I can't predict what the laws of this country are like...

I kept running, looking sideways at the collapsed building, and I ran in a few minutes.

That's where a lot of wreckage is rolling around...

"Mr. Kazt?

Turning around, Rumelia stood there.

From his right shoulder, he was bleeding and left his body with me as he approached me in an irresistible foothold.

"I'm sorry -"

"Yeah, Kazt, the man you fought for... Kazt, he's your father, isn't he? I've seen it before..."

"Really?

I swallowed my breath at Rumelia's words.

I mean... the man - all the words Kaisardo was saying...