Her Royal Highness Seems to be Angry

Along with the roar, there was a huge wind hole in some of the outer walls of the Knights headquarters.

Whether it is the aftermath of a white, light-shaking sword wrapped around a disastrous sign waved down into the earth, or a crack enters the ground with a roar from where the sword was slapped.

Leticiel stares at the cracks he was able to make where he was until just now, as he leaves his boundaries open.

There were countless holes and cracks in the walls and floors of the headquarters and also in the outer yard, all of which were due to Fried's attacks. Leticiel could not hide his inner surprise at that mortal detached power rolling out of Fried.

(... weird. Impossible. There's no way Fried has all this power. the hell......)

The figure of the white cape in the example had disappeared at some point, distracted by the earthquake and other cigarettes produced during the battle.

Is it already off the battlefield? If you can't see him, it's not strange where he pokes his surprise from. Leticiel plays Fried's opponent with vigilance around him.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Ever since he pulled out his sword, Fried had a leopard personality as if he were someone else. Like a broken machine, Fried rolls out his sword with just a tall chuckle.

The facial expression gave the same expression all the time, as if the face had been pasted, and the back of the eyes was not dwelling in any light.

(... I'm sure it's the black one that caused it)

While successfully avoiding Fried's onslaught, Leticiel tries to analyze the situation calmly.

Blackie, who wouldn't let go by capturing Fried's arm, was obviously attached to him. Every time Fried waved his sword, he shivered bluntly and felt it swell greatly over time. Are you taking in the force, or are you sucking in the force from Fried?

(For one thing, you might want to purify that black substance.)

Udauda, I can't help thinking about it. Leticiel chose for now the path to try something that seemed usable with previous life's knowledge.

Even a thousand years ago, not many people showed strange symptoms when people suddenly burst out like they had changed, or when their bodies suddenly became sturdy without any precursor.

Those who show such symptoms are called demonic possessions, and a thousand years ago there was purifying magic to treat demonic possessions.

The queen, who was Leticiel's mother, was good at the technique, and Leticiel saw several times where her mother cured the patient.

The problem, however, is that purifying magic takes time to activate because the formula is complex even though it has a large surgical scale.

To create a gap that uses purifying magic, Leticiel performs a series of magic tricks to stop Fried from moving. Freed was fighting as if he had forgotten all his tiredness and pain, so much so that he couldn't stop moving without exerting the force so far.

While preventing Freed from attacking and sometimes bouncing back, Leticiel hits Freed one after the other with his prepared magic.

Trace with a wind blade, freeze the ambient zone temperature, and finally increase the weight of the air over the head of the fried to crush.

Those sorceries, Fried let them all wave their swords and try to defend themselves, but they were just too numerous to deal with, one hand on the ground without pushing back the last air compression.

…… Now!

Leticiel didn't miss that momentary gap.

The purifying magic, which was preparing to activate one by one while unleashing other sorceries, was completed. The brilliance of silver overflowed from the palms of both hands protruded by Leticiel, which converged into a single ray of light and emitted towards Fried.

There was no time for Fried, who had just rebuilt his attitude, to avoid this, and he received the light of purification directly from the front. Hold the sword, use your right arm.

This was what Leticiel was after.

The shorter the time between the activation of the magic and the resumption of the movement by Fried, the more he is forced to defend himself. That way, you have to use the arms that are being drunk by the black claws.

In other words, the purifying magic can be directly hit by the object that purifies it.

White light and black beams, the two forces scattered invisible sparks in the air at best.

Leticiel introduces more surrounding magic vegetables to enhance the power of magic. After a while, the white light gradually begins to suppress the black wax, and the black wax swallowed by the white light is purified casually like sugar dissolved in water.

The snake-like mist that was wrapped around Fried's arm scattered into the void with an unpleasant sound piercing his ear as if it were an extinct demon, and later only one kneed Fried was left behind.

"Oh, please...! Please, don't kill me... heh!

Seeing Leticiel approaching step by step, Fried, having lost his disastrous power, returns to me, changing his blood phase and begging him to do so, Leticiel beat that cheek sideways with wind sorcery without question.

"I wonder what kind of response you had to the people who would have begged you to do that?

"I don't want to die... Yay, help me..."

Leticiel drops a compressed chunk of air from the head of Fried, who squeezes his cheeks and nods. Unable to withstand that pressure, Fried's face is pressed to the ground.

"Guuuuuuu...! My... it's not my fault...!

There was still anger and resentment against Leticiel in Fried's eyes, who glanced at this one.

"And what happens to the territory when I die! They can live thanks to us...!

Unwilling to listen to Fried's selfish theory, Leticiel slams him against the wall for each of his bodies. Air is pushed out of Fried's lungs and he coughs up.

"It's probably a good idea to fall asleep, isn't it? You're alive by that people, aren't you? You don't deserve to be named noble if you don't even realize it."

Nobility is not giving life to the people, the people repeat their daily fortunes even without rule by nobility, etc. Nobility is merely the mere existence of providing assistance so that we can live a better life.

Rather, it is the life of nobility that cannot be achieved without the support of the people. It would not be permissible in any age, such as why such a people can be scorned.

"Damn, it's painful... breath, but..."

"Suffering? But the people were suffering more than you. If that's what you're saying you don't understand, you'll have to at least try to experience it on your own, right? The suffering of the people, the hatred of the people, and the anger. All of it."

Flames surround the area of Fried. The red stained flame crawls through Fried's body like a snake, scorching his hair and clothes chillily.

Leticiel looked down silently at Fried screaming like confused in a space of nothing. This is a hallucination that Leticiel showed, and of course there is no place for flames or anything else.

"The people are just like you. You can't treat the people like tools because you're noble. I'm sure this isn't enough. I guess that's what you hate so much that you want to kill it."

The figure of Leticiel, nestled across the flames only in Fried's eyes and looking down at Fried with no expression, may have seemed something close to Reaper to him.

"Oh, oh hot......! It hurts..."

He shrugs his head and face, rapidly losing his strength and hegemony from Fried as if to let go of himself.

"Ugh... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... another thought, kill me..."

Fried, whining like a rumor with an unfocused eye, was as if he had been someone else earlier. The figure was somewhere funny, pathetic, and miserable.

"No, you won't. I won't allow you to leave so many people in pain and make it easier to die. Bite down your deeds and live like no other. That's the only redemption you can make."

Leticiel tells him faceless as he looks down at Fried. The word was powerful enough to stab Fried in the stomach.

"I'd like to ask you something more than that. What the hell is that sword? How did you..."

Before I finished listening to Leticiel's question, the light suddenly swept out so that the candle fire would go out of Fried's eyes.

Like a puppet with a broken thread, Fried slammed to the ground nagging about whether he had also lost the power to support his own body.

Leticiel was stunned by Fried's sudden stun for a little while, but the power Fried had used was too much for a human being, no matter what he thought. Have you lost your mind due to recoil using force?

"... St. Leticiel... or"

Potty groaned so, Leticiel creased between his eyebrows looking complicated. On her head, the name was still creeping.

Why is this name preached in this province, what is the figure of the people's faith “Saint Letiziel”, and what does it have to do with this sword? And I'll try to connect the clues I have right now as to what that has to do with me, but I don't see any relationship at all due to the many indeterminate elements.

If I spoke to the villagers, would I have any clues? With that in mind, I heard a wild man screaming from the side of the boulevard.

"Look, there's information in here that Master Fried is here. Be sure to secure it and take you to the General Command! There's no Black Steel Knights left. Pull back! We're going in!

I can hear the hustle and bustle from the outside. Could it be that the national army has arrived? That's just the way it is, Leticiel says, fainting Fried, then grabs the root of the regiment leader who was cut by Fried to become a bug breath, and goes for the main entrance as he drags his cheats.

"Hey there! Don't move... What? Dear Drossel......?

The National Army, which was waiting outside the main entrance, put their weapons on the shadows coming out of inside at the same time, but their thoughts stopped for a moment on the Duke's warrant as they dragged the two men out.

"If you're the leader of the Knights of Fried and Black Steel, here you are. Both breathe."

Rolling the two people who dragged them to the ground paying attention, Leticiel told the National Army soldiers that with his uneaten face.

"Huh?? Oh, um... why is Master Drossel like this..."

"Oh, I just visited here to impose sanctions on the Captain and Fried. Don't worry about it."

It's a groundbreaking demand, but Leticiel says so with all due respect.

Together, they stood as if they had eaten their faces, but the commander who immediately switched heads quickly issued a command to the soldiers, a few soldiers gathered and carried them out in captivity of the fainted Frieds. The commander, accumulating a middle-aged mustache, turned to Leticiel and called out in confusion.

"Uh... Dear Drossel, it's dangerous to be here, so could you come with us for a moment? I would love to hear the upside of things..."

"Okay. But there's something I'd like to go to before then, so please wait a minute."

Say no to the commander, and Leticiel turns back the way he came.

Leticiel keeps walking because he doesn't care who follows him, although the soldiers followed him around saying "I'll be with you" at the commander's life that the Duke's warrant in the vortex was wary of trying to escape.

Her purpose was that creepy sword. Returning to where we fought Fried, the earlier sword was rolling on the spot in a faded state.

By the time Fried was using it, it was more divine and brilliant, but was it because he freed up his powers? Leticiel kneels by the treasure sword thrown into the earth and reaches for the pattern in an attempt to lift it.

It should be noted that it is a sword that unleashes a force that you may not have mastered. It just seemed dangerous to touch her bare hands, and Leticiel had purified magic on herself before touching the sword.

But the moment my hand touched the sword, a sharp electric shock and pain similar to thunder magic ran from the pattern of the sword I grabbed.

An accidentally removed sword makes a noise and rolls to the ground. Leticiel holds down his right hand with his other hand, but the pain spreads to the entire arm with a jitter as if breaking into Leticiel.

…… Become, what!?

When my hand left the sword, the discomfort disappeared softly. Leticiel gives in to reach for the sword again, even with suspicion.

His vision looks oddly distorted on the fence, and Leticiel unwittingly holds one eye. The feeling, similar to vertigo, soon left, but remained unspeakable to the body.

…… What the hell is that...)

Confused, he picks up his sword again and tucks it in his sheath, and Leticiel offers his right wrist. The discomfort that I felt only for a moment when I touched the sword, and the dizziness that followed, had disappeared at some point.

Leticiel observes the sword closely once again, but the sword was just keeping silence. Touching it again did not show any reaction when I tried flushing the magic vegetables. That stimulus that crawls through your body like you stroke it from arm to back to head...... what the hell was that feeling that burned you in the back of your brain in an instant?

I should have used purifying magic, but what a twist on the neck. Leticiel follows the soldiers to the base of the Knights.

Such a shadow of her hindsight dyed black from the shade at the top of the bell tower to the backlight was quietly dropped off.

Leticiel never found out that a creepy three-day moon had been engraved on that mouth of a man wearing a white cloak.