112 < Chapter 22, Don't touch me (3) >

The Great Desert Warrior.

Excellent swordsmen, also called the Great Desert Wolves.

They have more than one senior knight in power. If they have the name "Warrior," it means that they are as skilled as the Royal Knights. And Kalian has yet to fully use Bern's sword. I had to grow more, and more errors had to accumulate.

But no matter what.

'There are only five.'

You couldn't have known that Kalian was the Sodmaster. But there are only five.

'It's a hard number to see except there's a hidden hand.'

Kalian smiles once more.

Then, with a cool look that didn't fit at all with that pretty smile, I began to think about what they were curious about more than their hidden hand.

"I don't think Randall is."

Kalian hasn't heard from Chase yet that Tensyl and the Great Desert Warriors held hands. Nevertheless, the first thing I thought of about Randall was Randall, who was the most powerful person who wanted to do harm to Callian.

I just remembered.

Kalian clears up any doubts about Randall immediately.

'It's not a good time.'

Randall has already sent a sacred knight and failed. And they haven't even arrived at the tent yet.

Besides, Randall is trying to get ahold of Calian.

It has been less than three days since I refused to accept Randall's wishes. Until then, Randall had no intention of harming Calian, so even if he sent them on the bay, he would have to arrive after a full day or so. So it's not Randall.

"Not even the Marquis of Brissen."

Evan knows Siegfried is behind Calian.

There is no way Evan, a self-absorbed man, would try to attack Callian during this time of Slayman and his knights in Cairysis. It's not Evan.

A handful of wind passes through Calian's fingertips as I think about it.

No. To be precise, we should have said we were done with Randall and Evan in the middle of the wind.

Along the wind, a voice filled with stale energy came out.

"Who sent it?"

One of the warriors approaches Calian, as if answering Calian's own words. A sword tied around your waist, but not drawn.

After seeing it, Kalyan tilts his head slightly to the side.

I know it's hard to live, but I don't think we should be happy to say hello with that kind of speculation.

No background or intent is known.

- Tak!

Then Raven rolls his front foot in place once.

I had never seen Khalian before.

The following companies.

It was the first time that Calian was nervous in front of someone who wasn't doing him a favor. This is the first time Raven's been like this.

That's why Raven's foot cloud sounded like 'don't be nervous' to Callian. I know you don't believe it, but it sounds like you care about people.

Jan and everyone around her are worried about Callian, from Allen to Hina. Should Raven be worried?

"It's okay."

Therefore, Calian tapped Raven on the neck and said: Then he leaps off his back and walks to where they are. Then he took off the hood that was covering his face.

Black hair, red eyes.

A warrior takes a step forward, checking Calian's face. It also said they were waiting for Calian.

He raises his hand at Calian, three paces away.

"Harnan."

He must have said his name.

Kalian nods. Khalian was a prince, and they already know Khalian's name.

"Fight, talk. Either way."

Instead, Calian asked Plants a similar question. The one who introduced himself as Harnan smiled lightly.

"Fight."

And Kalian gave me an answer that he would really like.

- Ka-ang!

The stunned silence was torn.

* * *

"Oww!"

'I am Prince Plants' favorite cat, Prince Kalian. '

The cat lets out a long cry.

The cat's mouth smells nasty as it squeezes through the door. He went out and got something to eat.

Plants smiles and opens his mouth without my knowledge.

"I won't be able to get in soon."

No, I gained a lot of weight.

I thought it might still be small if I held it with my bare hands, but it still became quite heavy. At this rate, I think I'll get stuck if I don't widen that door.

The necklace now reappears in Plants' eyes, holding the cat in his familiar arms. I could see his name on the collar.

I think of the inevitable idea because I will stare at the name reflected in the dark room moonlight for a while.

How long has it been?

The cat's gripping hand stopped and the cat yawned lazily.

And he stood at the end of his thoughts until then and recited them low.

"I didn't want to notice."

In the morning, Callian became a completely different person.

Plants doesn't forget the look in Calian's eyes when he was staring at himself in the restaurant.

The prince of Cecretia and his brother, and the second prince of Cairys who would have ascended to the throne had it not been for the current Khalian. Something they might relate to each other.

Something that would make Kalian face Plants with a "don't kill" glance after what happened.

"Mio!"

The cat cries again.

Plants gently strokes the cat's neck and pulls himself back out.

"Definitely me · · · · · · · · · ·."

Plants didn't need to ask.

I don't know what I would have done as king.

It was hard to fathom why, but it will not go wrong.

"You weren't meant to be king."

The country's brothers must have died in the war that Plants waged.

* * *

- Brainy!

I haven't heard that in a long time.

The fact that the power of blessing felt this big meant that the wound on the waist was quite deep.

Khalian also shrugs Harnan's shoulder when he slashed his back on Harnan's sword a moment ago. However, Harnan's wounds soon disappeared without a trace.

- Thug thug. Tugu.

A thick drop of blood fell to the floor.

Calian grins as he feels it.

I reached out my sword without caring about the wound.

- Ka-ang!

The sound of the sword clashing against the silent night sky shook again.

Nevertheless, no one noticed.

You will not know what the Three Princes of the Kingdom of Cairus are going through in this secluded place, unless someone sets foot here.

With the exception of Harnan, the other four were wrapped around Khalian and Harnan, producing a large-scale silent membrane. That's why five men came to see Kalian.

If you can call that a Silent with Red Energy.

- Ka 'ang! Kang!

Harnan's sword prevents Khalian's swift sword from being seen. The red light is blazing.

Allen's sensitivity to the Great Shield is different from that of the red light. It was the power of the flame, which was Alan's master, but not that.

- Tadadadang!

It was the same light that Randall showed me.

Harnan's sword resumes like a transparent shield in Kalian's hand. Harnan takes a step back, driven by that power.

Ha.

After a short while, Calian exhales silently. Soon, Kalian turns his shield back into a longsword and speaks in a humble voice.

"You're funny."

"Who's to say?"

Harnan speaks again, as if to mention Khalian's attack, which he is struggling with by switching weapons.

- Ka-ang!

Khalian, who stopped the incoming sword, pushes Harnan's sword down. Harnan leaps forward and takes another step back, avoiding the attack.

Whoo-hoo!

Harnan's sword reemerges with the dark red light.

It doesn't matter what it is right now. It made it even darker in Calian's hands, once they decided to understand it enough to 'come'.

- Whoo-hoo!

And they rushed back to each other, as if they had promised.

Harnan also reaches out his sword, raising it, and stopping the attack while Khalian's newborn moves at an invisible speed.

But slow.

- Phew!

A swarming sword of Khalian pierces Harnan's abdomen.

He frowns back with a short groan and laughs at Harnan's mouth. Kalyan's glabella frowns upon seeing it. Again, the red energy gathered and began to heal the wounds.

"Damn it."

Cispanian.

I should have been a little less considerate.

Harnan giggles.

"It will be difficult, Prince Three."

A vision of red light strikes Calian again, accompanied by a voice full of ridicule. They are stuck in front of Kalian's blue sword.

- Kang!

As you tighten your raised arm, red blood spills out onto the floor. And there was just that much pain.

Kalian doesn't care again.

Khalian, who blocked Harnan's sword with his sword, strides towards his heart with a plagued face, produces a dagger and relentlessly flies it towards him.

- Saab!

Harnan responds calmly to Calian's relentless attacks. He was somewhat aware of Calian's "sword." Harnan swiftly unsheathes his pushed sword and strikes again. I blocked it, the wound opened up, and my eyes became numb.

Ha.

Calian's gaze cools once more, breathless.

'Just once.'

- Whoo-hoo!

Calian's new breed, which amplifies the strength of the few remaining errors, flies towards him. The blue vision does not follow Kalian's speed, and continues for a long time in the air.

The young orb reaches out to the sword, and its red light blocks it.

- Ka-ang!

You can see Sun Harnan grinning with his sword. You must have felt the power of Kalian, standing still with his sword in his hand.

"That's far enough."

Harnan says it's the end, and Calian smiles at you.

And instead of answering, I made a small voice.

[Wind Sphere]

Don't bother, Magic.

The magic that was piling up well in the old Kalian circle. It moved.

A Spear of Magical Power filled with the power of the Wind. A sharp, enormous spear, sharper than Arsen's, slows down at the speed of light.

Harnan, who was standing in front of Kalian's sword, could not escape.

- Yuck!

- Qasim!

The power of the wind breaks through the wound.

Creepy noises erupt.

Harnan's body, pierced by the power of the wind, slowly collapses, losing its shape. In the end, Harnan no longer makes another sound.

After watching him for a moment, Calian turns around.

The power of blessing and even the power of overpowering magic with error.

Calian, who swallowed the blood that was rushing upward, smiles beautifully at the other four warriors.

* * *

"Lord Cow!"

A servant rushes to Demirea at the training ground.

Demirea glances at him, slightly wiped off her sweat, and the servant breathes without hiding his embarrassed face.

"What's going on?"

"Right now, you need to come out right now."

Demirea reads the urgency in her servant's face, and quickly runs out.

The Black Horse stands right in front of the training ground, drawing hot breath. Red blood grows on the ground where the horse is standing. And on top of it.

"Prince Kalian."

Demirea hurries past the servants who have not been able to touch the royal family members and tugs them down.

Before you even ask what's going on, Calian's hand grabs Demirea by the shoulder. Demirea reaches her ears as if her voice were breaking right away.

"Call my brother."

White hands clutching your shoulders slump and fall down.