Seiju no Kuni no Kinju Tsukai

Currier slashed and tore the skirt part of the dress with his sword.

The cut makes the hem about the length below the knee.

- All right, that's it.

That hem length could inhibit movement.

The fabric adhered to the blood of the saint, crushed and killed by the great sword, danced on the cobblestone.

"Are you the princess of this country?"

A man with glasses approaching about ten latals ahead heard him raise his voice as he pushed up the crawl.

Currier ignores the man's question and takes away the spear the soldier had.

"I'll borrow it."

"Doh, go ahead."

The soldier wonders if he feels something nasty from Currier.

"You guys, just get out of here. And, please, the red-haired kid there. For once, I'll stab the nail... but never abandon the kid and run away, right?

"Wow, I get it"

"... please"

"Currier......"

Asking the anxious Ira to slightly raise the edge of her mouth, Currier immediately threw the spear at the man with the glasses.

I can afford to peek from a man with glasses.

but that's also called alarm.

Maybe this dress was lucky.

From what I've just said and done, do you even consider yourself a princess of the Renounced Royal Family?

Outreach, the confident princess who sees the power of the other person sweetly, maybe even thinks.

The spear flies in a straight line across the man's face as the arrow is squeezed and unleashed by the full force.

Currier was kicking the ground at the same time as the spear threw.

An eye-catching eyeglass man.

"Speed, y? Chi."

The great sword of the man with the glasses roared.

The spear is bounced by the Great Sword.

Immediately afterwards, the Great Sword sets a target for Currier.

but

- It's late.

Easily sliding through the lagging sword, Currier quickly ran the blade of Shi Jing Sword, which he regained in both hands.

"-!?

It was the man with the glasses who showed upset.

Currier is different from a man while leaving a sword trajectory.

And flip instantly.

The impenetrable momentum slipped over the cobblestone sand.

Stop.

…………

A great sword that missed its prey was biting the ground.

The owner's neck muscles are all swollen.

Carotid position.

A man put his finger on the swollen spot.

"This surprised me. If that sword had been a first-class sharp sword, would I have died?"

Currier sees the sword at hand.

Never a crude sword, though inferior to a holy demon sword, holy sword, or demon sword.

Rather, as a sword, it is a good enough product to give you a passing grade.

That was a blow I let go with the intent to kill for sure.

I cut at least half my neck off with the intention of taking it.

Even so, the swelling is necessary to such an extent... it is off the normal track.

Is that, after all, a thing that remains in the realm of men?

"But if you look at it this way, it's excellent"

A man with glasses who looks from top to bottom at the currier so that it can be ordered.

"It's no less fantastic than fate. It doesn't seem like it's bad spirituality either... and this is going to be really desperate and worth it... not bad... the more I look at it, the worse it isn't"

Calling it a word, the man's eyes increase its brilliance through the stages.

My eyes were different.

Until earlier, I was under the impression that, at best, I was killing time in the pre-production pastime.

That's what's making my eyes shimmer now.

"I don't know if she's a princess, but this is an unexpected pick up. Lucky for you. I'm still glad I came to the castle. So, what's your name?

Currier was thinking about his next hand.

Sacred vegetables have been collected since earlier so that they can be shot at any time.

but I was wondering how to attack that unusual skin stiffness.

If I chop it up with a sword, I'd like at least as much as a holy sword......

What about the steep point of the human body?

Eyelashes, lower abdomen, people......

But it's a matter of distance, and if you're really bare, you need to jump into your nostalgia.

In the case of bare hands, the height difference is also an important element.

If the opponent is so giant, is the time itself to reach the face deadly?

- Then again, is it a surgical ceremony?

"Hmm, ignore it. It's cold. If so, I can't help it. But should I ask someone for their name?

Isla and the others captured the sound of the jaw-dropping glasses.

Apparently the front door of the castle was already closed.

They seemed to know it as well as they do now.

- Shit.

Earlier crossings have brought the man with the glasses closer to the Ira and the others than Currier at a distance.

A man pulls the sword backwards.

Then the man threw the sword horizontally towards Ira and the others.

A spinning sword flew to the Iras.

Currier rushing out.

but the guy with the glasses is already running out too.

"-!"

Fast.

A man travels unusually fast.

Currier goes after the man with all his might.

A man's thrown sword chooses the wall and pierces it.

Ira and the others floated a startling colour on the flying object that suddenly flew in, turning their awareness to the impending man.

Ira and the soldiers each set up their weapons against the man who was approaching us.

Currier pounded his heart, his tongue.

"No! No!"

Focus all your efforts on increasing your speed.

The man with the glasses approaches Ira and the others.

But Currier finally caught up with me.

"You finally turned to me, Reiki."

A man flipped.

"Chi..."

I was lured.

I can't defend myself in time because I was concentrating all my nerves on catching up.

Set up a Shi Jing sword in a daze.

I got a man's fist with that full body.

I can crush my body with my fist.

As it was, the man's fist captured Currier's mistletoe.

"Gu, hu...!

Fluffiness and the feeling of the body floating.

My leg leaves the ground.

A lost sword falls from his hand.

My gut screamed.

"I totally like this. I am! I'm in trouble!

A man smiles of joy.

"I can't wait to like this moment when a beautiful face woman distorts her face in pain! So much for falling in love! If you're a woman with a strong mind, it's even more extraordinary! My chest is pounding! Again, don't confine these women's guts to relentless irritation! Limited, I guess!

Relentless, there's a second shot coming.

The aim is not a steep point.

They're not going to kill me right away.

Attempt to evade while turning your arms around the defense.

Mishi no.

The prevented arm makes a squeaking noise.

Go on. Heavy pain in the arm.

Currier begins to paint the surgical ceremony with his right hand, distorting his expression to pain.

Blasting formula.

The coordinates are on the man's face.

A spinning kick flew in.

Are you aiming at the right side of the belly?

Interrupt the procedure.

Lower your right elbow.

Impact on elbow.

Currier bites his teeth.

I can't stand it.

Currier was blown from body to body and stuck straight inside the implant.

"Currier! Oh, how dare you!

I heard Ira.

- No, no, no.

Standing up remembering a paralysis on his elbow, Currier crawls out of the implant.

And again, fleshy to the man with the glasses, capturing Ira in sight depicting the surgical ceremony.

A man turns around with an evil grin as he says he was waiting.

A sideburn fist to be unleashed.

Currier forced a little on his legs and suddenly stopped in front of the man.

The capillaries in my legs complain at the same time, but I can't help it.

With a piece of paper, a man's fist cuts the sky.

Take the enemy.

Currier took the arm of the man who cut the sky.

It is not a thickness that cannot be carried in.

Keep breaking your arm - but don't break it.

The man's arms are tougher than I thought.

Instantly determine that it is impossible to fold.

Currier lowered his posture and avoided the hand of a man stretched out to grab him.

And make sure it's the walls of Ira and the others, and stand in front of the man.

Exhaust near-disturbed breathing.

I understand that the Four Weapon Disasters have shameless strength in their name in previous offenses.

but most importantly... tough to not have a weapon at hand to use.

What shall we do?

Ask someone to enter the castle from another place and fetch the Holy Sword and the Devil's Sword.

No, you can't.

I don't think I can buy that much time.

Currier stares at the man with the glasses.

I was ready, but I didn't think the Four Felonies were this strong.

Meanwhile, the glasses guy seems to already feel like he's won.

Depending on how things are going, I guess I'm at the stage of thinking about how to cook.

Currier glanced behind him.

If you move poorly, Ira and the others could be in danger.

What shall we do?

What do I do?

I am not going to condone the enemy.

But at least only Ira......

When Currier is touring such thoughts,

"We'll take care of this! You need to get out of here now!

Above the walls.

The soldiers with bows showed up.

And one after the other, he releases an arrow towards the man with the glasses.

At the same time, the surgical ceremony is released.

Precision shooting.

Well trained.

Sure, I'm capturing the subject.

but

"Huh?"

A man with glasses moved over the walls at a speed that was not even in his eyes.

Some seers may have seen a man move momentarily.

It was so bouncing and speed.

A man with glasses holds and restrains the necks of the two soldiers who were lined up with his arms.

And the man, holding two soldiers, flew from the walls to the square.

The man's expression smiles.

I was grinning, laughing.

"Come on!"

One of the soldiers leaves.

but I can't even shake off the arm of a man with glasses.

"You're going to get a lot of speed on a great day."

"Come on, what..."

You're welcome.

Landing and, at the same time.

The man broke the soldier's neck in his right arm.

"Damn!

The man who is still breathing is about to get out of it with the look of death.

Other soldiers descend from the stuffed tower into the square in pieces.

"Hey, you! Let go of Marbeth!

"Come on, don't worry about me!

"Beautiful friendship, or... this guy makes me cry again"

Ha ha, and the guy with the glasses emits an empty laugh.

"But, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

It sounded amazing.

Is it something where people get slapped on the cobblestone and sound like that?

It's like a thunder fell nearby.

Or was that the sound of bone crushing?

A soldier who was being held in his left arm, colliding with the ground.

Life and death didn't have to be confirmed.

The knockout shock is causing my neck to bend in the wrong direction.

And over and over, over and over, a man with glasses kicks into an unspeakable corpse.

"Now, hey, you little cunts, it's a good time to get out of my way, hey! Oh!? Shit! The garbage can't help but get on with it! Be aware, you piece of garbage! Oh!? How dare you!? Ahhhhhhhhh!? What the hell are you doing out here? You can't read the air. Fuck you, put it together! Screw you! Screw you. Yeah, yeah!

It was as if people had changed.

The man with the glasses keeps kicking the body as he skips the corner bubble.

The body was worn out.

Everyone on this scene had lost their voice to an unusual sight.

"Ha, ha, ha... Phew"

Fix the misaligned crawl position as the glasses man breathes on his shoulder.

When he was ready to breathe, he laughed at the curiers.

"Hey, I'm sorry...... but this could happen to anyone? When you get in the way when you're doing whatever you want, this is what happens, Putsun and Yi. Hey, shit. Even so, I am the most decent person in the Four Homicides... and this happens from time to time. Yeah, when you're in great shape, it's named after you. I'm in trouble too."

Pay the sand on your clothes as the man with the glasses smiles bitterly.

Not decent, Currier thought.

Ira behind him was also surprised by the man's leopard weirdness, paling his face.

The faces of other soldiers are stained with fear.

"So, who are you?

…………

"I'm not just a beautiful woman. Right...... smells, but no. Even in the way we fought earlier. If you look at the details, they're not approximate to what you get from decent training."

"... it's the end of the world"

"Hmm?"

"I'm from that sweep, just like you guys. Now, you understand?

"Uh, you know what? I see. So I finally fell to my heart. I thought it was something different from the people I've been dealing with today. Phew, I didn't know there was a junior here. It's just that I grew up in that sweep."

The man with the glasses shimmered his eyes.

"Hi, too transparent"

"What?

"It means she deserves to be dull. Growing up in that sweep, well done. I've protected that brilliance so far. From the heart, thank you."

Currier frowns.

"What... are you saying?

"It's expensive, I got it."

The air of the man in the glasses changes.

"What do we do? How can I make this woman's heart suffer the most? Is that the red-haired woman? If you let that red-haired woman fall into irretrievable shape... will you turn your filthy anger on me like you want to smash her by accident?

A man began to ask himself questions as he cramped his hands.

"Right... feed that red-haired woman's dead meat a full belly until her stomach ruptures, or something? No, no, you can't do that. It's like I'm not appealing to my heart. It's not just driving you crazy, we need to hunt you down more like this, spiritually twitching... yes, emotions... despair still requires something called poetic emotion..."

A man with glasses scratches his hair hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Oh, shit! Goddamn it! The ingredients are too rare! Totally - it's really, really a happy day!

The hair I stroked behind me was flaky and sneezed.

But the man's expression was full of joy.

"Ah! Rarely am I thankful to God! Any god is fine! Prison god, military god, holy god, whatever! God! I - Zemekis Anglen, on this day, today, would like to express my sincere gratitude for this tour! Today, again, I made a new love!

The man says his name is Zemekis.

The man with the glasses - Zemekis combines his hands and offers some prayer.

Tears seeped into his eyes for some reason.

"Oh, that's crazy... that guy"

Ira said in a frightened voice.

Currier gives a glimpse into the great sword that pierced the wall.

"Ira."

"Huh? What?

"When I signal, run to that stuffed tower"

Stuffed tower.

This is where the soldiers on the walls showed up earlier.

"Currier?"

"I make a gap. In the meantime, evacuate from there. Probably because it should last all the way up to the walls."

Ira tightened her mouth.

"... ok"

Mysteriously nodding Ira.

And

"Sorry."

I said.

He was a good boy and saved, Currier thought.

I guess I understood it with as much offense as I just did.

That on my own, I'm not far from that man.

And that being in this square has become the shackle of Currier Verstein.

At worst, I was going to tell him that I was ready to be hated, clearly, with my feet together.

The last 'sorry' means... maybe 'I can't help you, I'm sorry'.

Hung, and Currier make room to try to snort.

"What... I'm useful because this is about the time"

Currier grips the pattern of the great sword piercing against the walls with both hands.

"It just helps, it's better"

That's just heavy.

but I can't say luxury.

and the fragments of the walls fall to the ground.

And, you reacted to the sound, Zemekis opened his eyes thinly.

I'm whining about something bumpy.

"Just today, just today let me carry what I think... please, please..."

Yuri, and.

Zemekis takes a step, takes it.

"Now!

Currier set up a great sword and thrust into Zemekis.

"Go!"

Ira and the others rush out.

Zemekis' gaze turned towards Ira and the others.

Currier breathes.

"Currier, it's Verstein!

"Hmm?"

Zemekis' attention returns to Currier's name.

"First name, before...? Is that your name?

He said something earlier that he wanted to know his name by.

I thought giving it a name would attract your attention, but it seemed right.

"Oh yeah! You wanted to know!?

"Right... Currier! Currier, Currier... Currier, yeah, yeah! Oh, you're right! You need a name! That's right! Names are essential to arouse emotion! The Unnamed is a play, I can't see it!

Zemekis is on his way.

Currier waved the great sword vertically, half a moon.

Zemekis does not move into evasive action.

I was arranging an attack on the assumption that it would be avoided, but the reading went off.

- Are you willing to take it?

Zemekis pinched the blade of the Great Sword from both sides with two fists.

Both fists firmly contain the blade.

Currier trying to pull through the sword.

but I'm not even scared.

"You don't look great, such a giant sword!

I get stuck in my body.

And blurted, and crushed.

Currier takes a fragment of a crushed sword.

And throw the fragment to Zemekis' face.

but was instantly shaken off.

Fast.

This man is still unusual and fast in moving and attacking.

Currier was also confident in his agility, but Zemekis' speed was mutual with himself... no, or maybe more.

He threw the pattern of losing the blade as he dropped his posture and followed Zemekis with his eyes as he dived into his nostrils.

This is also shaken away without difficulty, but in the meantime Currier retreats.

but

"-!"

With one leg, they catch up.

And a storm of blows strikes Currier.

"Shall we first shred the will of resistance! But don't break it for me too soon! No, you were chosen because you saw you couldn't break your heart easily! If it breaks - I won't kill you till the end, so remember!

Peek at the opportunity to fight back while scratching your fist with a piece of paper.

and finally find a gap.

Don't miss the opportunity Currier put a forward kick in Zemekis' lap.

Kun, and Zemekis' knee breaks.

Lower the opponent's posture.

Fix the knife.

Aim is the throat.

Screw the right hand knife into your throat while putting in the inviting motion with your left hand.

moment,

He said.

On my spine, something cold ran.

"Welcome, Currier Verstein"

I let you kick me in the knee on purpose.

Bait.

Again, I was lured.

Wide.

Even though I'm oddly good at creating a nature that doesn't make you think of bait as bait, I've never...

- Or... are you in a hurry, I am.

He grabbed his poked right arm with his left hand.

Powerful and irrevocable.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a woman so hard to beat"

Currier's belly was filled with Zemekis' right fist.

"Guuuuuuuu...!

It breaks into a crippling letter and falls into the front.

but do not allow Zemekis to eagle his head with his right hand and lay low on the ground.

and the skull is tightened up.

"Guh...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Zemekis laughed.

Chuckle.

"Gotcha."

I still can't get the shock out of my stomach.

Something in my stomach was refluxing and I was going to throw up even now.

I can't get my strength back to my body.

"Hmm, nice dress. But I want a little more red."

Zemekis said.

"I'd love your blood if I could... but I'd like to finish the wound as scratchy as possible. Because I have aesthetics, too. So shall we try to get the gut to hang in there? Why don't you just spit it out?

Zemekis can put his strength into his left arm.

"Oh, if you pass out, you're in hell after that, huh? I'll wake you up forcefully."

"Huh... Guh...!

"Currier!

I heard Ira calling out her name.

I can see Ira coming out of a jammed window at the edge of her sight.

Good.

Did you get away with it?

It's just...

"What,... Do, Be"

Hopefully, I just wanted you to run into the castle.

I also thought when I sheltered Fiburg, but there is still a sweet side to Ira that I can't give up on.

Shit, and Currier pounded his tongue.

"... people, like,"

Surgery…….

Move your fingers.

The largest bursting ceremony of my usable procedures.

This procedure is partial and is famous as an incomplete procedure.

Originally, there is a target formula for determining a target point or the like in the procedure.

Most procedures are basically based on drawing this target formula at the end.

However, there was a fatal defect in this procedure that when the target formula was added, it would not activate.

However, when activated without adding the target formula, a powerful explosion occurs in front of the operator.

That's a pretty powerful explosion, too.

However, due to its nature, it is rarely called a suicide bombing technique that involves the target as well.

I'm prepared to blow it up for myself, and I just have to do it.

I don't know if I can survive.

- But at least this guy.

Currier decided to be ready.

- Live safe, Cecily... Krohiko.

Zemekis wields his left arm.

"Tell you what? If you die lightly - don't think you can stay a decent corpse, okay?

"Temee."

The rock that flew in was shaped like a sword.

The tip is pointed like a spear.

With Zemekis not turning around, slap the flying object with his left arm.

and a sword engraved with a surgical ceremony emerged from inside.

"Again, out of the way...... so much notice, I did it, hey...... ahhhhhhhh! Why not! Why are you so..."

Zemekis turns his neck behind him.

Coming up, black shadow.

He weaves a flock of blue coats on top of his uniform at St. Renault's Red School.

Three white eyes.

Blue hair.

Cut open, disastrous grin.

On its left hand is the Holy Sword.

"Loki...... a?

Running in, Lokia picks up the falling demon sword with her right hand.

And as he held the sword of both hands backwards as it was, he thrust the tip of the blade towards Zemekis.

Zemekis, who reacted quickly, leaned, and grabbed the body of each sword with both hands.

A little blood erupted from his right hand grabbing the holy sword.

I grabbed the Devil's Sword. My left hand is eroded by the rock.

Lokia took her hand away from the pattern of the sword of both hands as she fell on.

And

"First of all, instead of saying hello"

"Gha!?

I smacked Zemekis' glasses with my shaken fist.

"Damn... Grr!

Zemekis kneeling on both knees on the ground after turning away.

When he released the holy sword he was grasping, Zemekis even held his eyes in his hand.

Rokia, on the other hand, kicked his opponent's body away and landed beautifully.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Zemekis screams and begins to shake his left arm around the rock.

"Huhahahahahahahaha! Is it painful?!? Does it hurt? Good for you, then! For me, pain is more terrible than death, but it's proof of life at the same time! What do you say, Four Felonies!? Is it great to be alive!?

"Gu... what... oh, what...?

"Oh? Is that me?

Kuk, and Lokia leak the included laughter.

"I will be the Demon King."

As he stripped off his jacket, Lokia let go softly of the jacket she was grabbing.

"Yes... I am the King of Magic Vegetables, the 'Demon King' Lokia. Hmm, you have a high head. You are the one who knows who you are, the Four Fallens."

A breeze blows and the jacket rises to the sky.

"Huh... what?

and

"fu, fu haha...... fu hah"

Lokia blew it out.

"Huhahaha, huhahahaha, huhahahahahahaha!

Rokia turns herself upside down and laughs.

"What a face and cancer, Four Felonies!? Laugh properly! Whatever you think of that, you're about to laugh! Ah!?"

Show me your pointy teeth and Lokia will snort.

"Kukukuku... I'm in a little trouble if Currier Verstein dies here. So..."

Peeling his eyes out evil, Lokia stuck her tongue out.

"Let's hope you leave, Senior."