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The square was full of people.

The sea dragon is guiding us to the square. They are spouting a curse that rides the kingdom. Is it because of Sea Dragon's advance preparation that I have not mobbed hard enough?

Not only the residents you normally see, but also many people who seem to have a clearly narrow view of themselves. Include what we call human beings as beasts.

"Gentlemen! Well gathered!

It was Bakhar, a dark-skinned muscle man, who proclaimed his voice loud. Fisheries guild leader Piercing is sufficient and his voice is a baritone beauty that often passes across the square. Shit. This guy's handsome, too.

"Some of you will already be listening inside, but let's declare it here again!

Ugh! and rage choruses throughout the square.

After making a noise for a while, Bakhar raises his hand. The square went naturally sedentary. It's a big charisma. I guess this role was supposed to be Chelina's.

"We Pilates residents have made a decision! I don't deserve to be king of the present King Pilates! I will take that neck!!

Now it was a blast. Humans all over the square shouted their throats just dried up, and the heat was about to burn down the black heavens as well.

"Originally!"

So the voices of the inhabitants tone down once. Hold down the heat that has gushed in you to encourage you to continue, but be like this.

"In this place! I make this declaration! Your beloved! It was Miss Celina Veliero's appointment!

Ooh?!

A wave of deliberate wonder runs through the crowd.

"But! Cerina Veliero was captured by Pilates II, the fool who found out about this!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Sadness All the rage rises. And out of nowhere, "Get it back," "Get it back," "Get Master Chelina back!," he spread like a wave, and when he realized, all the crowd stepped on his feet and said, "Get it back!," he repeatedly shouted.

"Yes! We must take back the courageous Cerina Veliero!

Whoa whoa whoa!!

A murderous rage spread by the crowd thrusting up their arms.

"We have the righteousness! Who really thinks of this country! Who is the king this country deserves!!

"" "Chelina! Chelina! Chelina!

Hundreds of chants bring up the name of just one person.

"That's right! We must take it back! Don't worry! We have our righteousness!

As Bakhar poked his hand up, the fishermen waiting for him in the carriage simultaneously peeled off the cloth.

The carriage was loaded with tons of swords and spears. In other words, it was a weapon.

"Behold! This is Baron Lettere!

Ooh, ooh! A crowd showing some confusion.

"It is His Excellency Baron Lettere, a heavy town in this country, who has prepared these weapons for us! Your Excellency is happy to help us! Come on, take your weapon! The cause is ours!

"" "" "The righteousness is upon us!

"" "" Whoa, whoa!

"" "" Chelina, get your lady back. Yes!!

A variety of rage swirls, weapons cross the crowd one after another. And he put up his weapons from the men in his hand, and slaughtered them at the gate of the castle.

This was the voice of an overnight revolution that would remain in this country until the afterlife.

――――

"What are we going to do now?

Asked Bakhar when he finished distributing the weapons. Why I'm still here is because I've been helping you distribute weapons. I was actually going to go right into it, but Bakhar was stopping me.

"I have a place to go"

Bakhar said as he prepared his own weapon.

"Where?

"Good place"

I flatter Bakhar's joke.

"I know right away...... so, my lord. Example matter. Are you sure?

"Oh... it's okay... I'll take care of it..."

"Well, thank you.... you! Deliver Your Excellency safely!

"Copy that!"

The magnificent and inflexible men proceeded as they defended Baron Lettere. Well, my lord's not going to help with the battle, so I guess I'll take him somewhere safe.

"Let's go."

Proceed through the dark night with Bakhar's lead.

The path he chose was just a narrow one with not many people.

"Hey, isn't there a gate over here?

"Now I can't move in the crowd even towards the gate. Shut up and follow me."

"Sounds great..."

I follow a fine macho fisherman with a loaded decocked P229. All the back roads are making me more and more suspicious.

After a while Bakhar crouches in the dark and gives us instructions to lay low with one hand.

"What's the end?

When asked about darkness, darkness likewise returned a response.

"No Missing"

When Bakhar nodded, he was called by invitation. You will go straight into the building.

It's dark inside. It's obvious, though.

"Hey. Shit. Are you ready to use waves?

There is the voice of Mrs. Doss from the darkness. As my eyes grew accustomed, I could see the Lord of my voice with a thin light of slightly open wood windows.

"You... chickens!

"Who's the hen?!

"Voice! Voice!

The chickens roared with a voice that exceeded me, and Bakhar's men screamed at me.

The Lord of the Voice is muscular with his upper body haddaka. Pants are worn out as a good battle with the Japanese homeless.

"Isn't that Master Max? Why are you here?

I rushed down and asked.

The orange Mohican man, Chelina, is Max, the wave dojo owner who learned wave science, and the master who examined my waves.

I haven't learned anything from him.

If you look closely, there are also end-of-the-century gatekeepers behind him who seem to look good on shoulder pats and large motorcycles.

"I've been a member of the Sea Dragon since the beginning. I've been working on a plan with Bakhar's husband for a long time."

"Did you?"

That looks like it, but this is a reliable reinforcement.

And the muscle rate increased again. Who the hell is happy?

"Max, how much information is in here?

"This one's hiding. I'm only gonna peek out of here."

An orange chicken crown (or something) shrugged his shoulder at Bakhar's inquiry.

"Well, let me tell you, there's good news and bad news."

"What the hell. Then let me hear it from bad news."

Max makes his shoulder muscles snap in a grumpy way. Scary.

"Unfortunately, that's a good story first. Chelina is now one of us."

Max's expression gets brighter as soon as possible. Scary.

"Wouldn't that be great! I wouldn't spare my life for your little girl! All my family was eating because of your daughter's chamber of commerce!

"That's reliable. And it's a bad story..."

So Bakhar cut the word once.

"Chelina was grabbed by Her Majesty the Fucking Pig"

I spit it out with a sharp gaze.

"What?!

"Voice! Voice!"

Now it wasn't just Bakhar's men who stood up, Max, whose men wanted to stop by at the end of the century and hold him down.

"... is that a serious story?

Ask with momentum that Max, who has managed to calm down, is likely to hit Bakhar.

"... sorry. They took him away in front of me."

"I don't know...!!

Bibi and upper body muscles thrive. Scary!

"Paul Mormole betrayed him. He sold Chelina."

……

I was almost relieved that it was finally quiet, but Max shivers all over his body to come up with an angry shape. The muscles of the whole body even had the luminescence phenomenon of uplifting fluctuations. Scary! Scary!

"I... have been a little taken care of by Mormole too. When I was a kid, I was given a job dealing with impurities. It was a fucking cheap wage, but I still managed to live... but..."

His struggle...... waves dance, not.

"Mormole bastards let me kill them! Don't forgive the bastard who grabbed your daughter!

Max alternates between Bakhar and me. I'm scared of my eyes!

Bakhar shifts his gaze to me. I nodded in a sigh.

"Okay. You do the mortar. If I could, I'd appreciate it."

"Hmm. Then I'll give it to you if you're alive with a broken limb."

They like you too much, Chelina.

"It's the only way. That's good."

Bakhar sighed deeply.

"My husband would appreciate it if he knew what to say."

People call it blackmail.

"I think we've got a line on the story, so I think it's time you explained."

When I stare at Bakhar, he fingers silently. Ahead is a wooden window from which there is a slight leak of light.

I guess you mean look outside.

I peek outside through a slightly open wooden window.

"... the walls? How long have you been here?"

The wall stood about 15 meters beyond the ground.

"This one hits the western part of the walls. There's no gate, so the guards are weak."

Bakhar answered me as I inspected the large one.

"I see... it's nice to be thin, but how are you going to go beyond this?

The walls surrounding Pilates Royal Castle, though not as high as the city walls, are built high enough. It seems impossible to climb around.

"Actually, this western wall is where it was restored when the previous kings. I don't know what it looks like, but it's like paper compared to the ancient walls."

Wouldn't that information make sense......

"Well, maybe it's softer than it used to be, but what about those stone walls?"

"That's right. Your Excellency will do something about it."

I laugh niggly. Don't get upset when the handsome do it. Shit.

"My lord?

My questionable words overlapped with the tall sounds I could hear from somewhere. That was similar to the sound of a wind-cutting plane.

vibrations and explosions that rock the body as soon as possible.

"What?!

"Look!"

The tip of Bakhar's finger was the walls.... Something is growing a thick iron core.

What is that?

Two degrees and three degrees in a row continue to sound tall. Each time, vibrations and explosions sound and the iron heart grows.

"What the hell!

I also forget to scream that I am inadvertently lurking.

"That's a barista arrow. Plus, it's pretty big. It's coming out of a shiso."

My surprise to the side. Hagg was calming down and messing with his beard.

"Pretty good performance around launching iron arrows... how could there have been such a thing on the border?"

I am strangely calm about the tragedy in front of me. The same goes for Yalarai.

You guys are too used to rough stuff, aren't you?

One iron arrow after another gradually breaks down the walls.

"Hey Bakhar! What's this all about?

He gave me a nasty grin. Mukatsuku.

"This is... this is a chance!

As Bakhar smashed through the wooden window and popped outside, his men fishermen and Max, plus the dojo students, popped out oddly.

"What are you going to do, Akira! Let's go!"

Hugs and Yalarai standing by outside at some point. You're adapting fast. Hey.

I rushed out, too, and grabbed the window frame as I brought it.

"Hang on tight. Hang on!

I was pissed.