366 < Chapter 66. It's mine (1) >

Flowers bloomed.

The red roses in the rose garden were still waiting for the day to bloom, but the other place was already a spring. Yellow Fredia withers and all kinds of flowers bloom.

Because someone is happy with the bloom, and someone is trying to get used to the new scent, and someone will already waste the season on withered flowers, the training ground of Chermill Palace.

- Ka-a-a-ang!

- Ka-ang!

A sound that did not match the Borat petals that were scattered along the wind passing outside the building spread.

- Ka-ang!

A thin, dark blade, plunging from top to bottom, was blocked by another sword of the same color. Then, the blue sword that has been holding it down like a secret, reaches up from below.

A Black Sack from the one who stopped the attack.

Two Black Sacks from the attacker.

A second sword flew out of the way while stopping the first attack from being struck from above, and that was how it could be stopped. Kiri, who successfully stopped the first attack from Plants, solved the problem by slight strokes of my sword.

- Ka River!

The opposing Pokémon's blade twists, and the Silent Blade of Plants slides momentarily. Exactly, it's headed toward where the second sword was being stretched.

The Silver-Shade Sword falls over the blue sword that was about to be raised. You stopped your attack with your own sword.

"I thought you'd dodged a bullet, but you just let it flow."

"I don't usually avoid Kiri. Just stop him."

"There are special reasons."

"No, I don't like avoiding it. It's a pro and a dislike for me."

In the absence of hearing the other two voices, who are just actively evaluating the previous work, Plants moves both arms to either side. The two crossed swords were stretched out in opposite directions at the same time.

- Caaaaang!

But it also did not have a great effect.

Just before the splintered Sinistera broke off on either side, the Kiri sword struck the point where the two blades crossed.

After two consecutive attacks, Plants frowns. As you retrieve the sword, you reach out to Kiri with one more foot. You stab yourself in the black neck of your right hand and swing it horizontally as if you were slicing the black waist of your left hand.

"· · · · · · If you move like that, the center will be distracted, degraded."

The voice of the calm Kiri is heard as usual. However, unlike what I had said until I was relaxed, I continued to move faster than breathing.

- Bloop, oop!

- Ka-ang!

The sound of your feet touching the ground, touching something, and the rattling sound of three swords intertwining.

The sound of shifting sideways to avoid a stabbing sword, the sound of Kiri's long legs slightly touching Plants' shins, and the sound of the sword being swung away.

Immediately, the tip of the plant's sword wiggles sharply.

"Like now."

After avoiding and kicking, Kiri moves to block the sword as if it were flowing water. Because of this, Plants was unable to stop all three movements in Kiri. You did not roll the floor or lose your focus enough to shake your body, but when you attacked, Plants, which was clearly missed, eventually bit one foot.

When I saw it, the mouth of the viewer opened again.

"You said you don't like avoiding."

"· · · · · · · · I didn't say I don't like beggars."

Demirea smiles as she looks at Kalian, who replies a little fabulously.

"But Lord Bern is also quite remarkable. to kick the prince's leg off."

"It's better to go through it yourself than to explain it in words. It's obvious that the sword in both hands is moving separately, but if you keep your foot like that, you won't be able to catch the center."

"It's better to go through it yourself, but most don't. I'm sure the prince will, too."

"I can't, I can't. 'Cause if I kick it, it won't end that way."

My brother is so weak.

Demirea nods moderately, adding this. Then you turn your head back to the training ground. Plants and Kirry keep hearing voices.

"You must be careful not to be swayed by the sword's movements. If you cut one side with a stake, the way you use force and the direction you use it will not change. When you do, it's better to put all of your weight on your feet. If I do wrong, the power spreads and neither does I."

"He's not my brother."

"The prince has an error. It's a little different from the way we do things. If you think about how the prince moves when and when he doesn't use error, then you can see the difference if you compare the footsteps in detail."

"Got it."

Plants nods quietly and grabs both swords. After confirming it, Kyrie rushes straight for Plants.

Kaga River, Kang!

- Ca-ang, ca-ang!

In an instant, after stopping Kiri's attack, the two split-ups of Sinistera quickly pull themselves together and rotate their bodies. Kyrie, who sent out two swift cuts, kicks out two different colored Cinnastars in turn.

Plants' eyes, which had been exchanging workshops for such a long time, became narrow. It's because he has never succeeded in a valid attack before.

The crooked plant quickly catches onto its crooked movements, releasing both swords equally and lunging for Kiri. He turns in front of Kiri when he's ready for his attack.

- Ta-ah!

Calian's bidding has gone up, watching the two of you. Demirea, who was sitting next to me with a relaxed look, also became full of interest.

"That's not going to work."

"That's not going to work."

Maybe Calian's way of fighting is to change the attack direction in front of the opponent instantly. It also meant that Kiri was the most experienced method.

The sword that was handed down was heavier and slower to move than Kyrie, and there was a huge swarm to reproduce the attack that followed Khalian, not Kyrie.

"You don't know that. What else are you gonna do?"

As if to hear Kalian's words, the hand of Plants approaching Kiri's side quickly moves.

- Chin up!

The handle of the Silver-Skinned Sword is connected to the handle. Plants holding the centre of a sword longer than my height flew away.

- Boo!

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-gang, Ka-ang!

Kyrie's sharp eyes examine Sinister's movements. And you continue to rotate and impede the incoming Sinister attack as if it were coming through all directions. At some point, Kyrie, who slammed one of Sinistera's swords firmly, stomps her feet. Kyrie's blade slashes between the two and narrows the streets in an instant.

Plants twist their torso, preventing the attack from advancing forward. The other blade, connected to the end of the handle, naturally extends toward Kiri.

Kyrie grabs her sword, which was caught in Plants' sword, and strikes it again.

- Ka-ang!

Sinister's blue sword plunges into the ground. The black of the silent light, which was connected, was lifted up toward the top.

"Don't lose focus. I lost it again."

- Yippee, Caão 'Ang!

With endless teachings, Kiri's sword moves like the wind. And I threw out the bright side of the rising Sinister.

- Whoops.

Immediately, the thin blade echoes across the ears of the plant. After a struggle, the heavy sword falls to the ground.

Plants nods, feeling Kiri's sword aiming at his neck. Keery reaps the sword, as if there were no worries about the veil at all.

"Got it."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Kiri rushes in unexpected directions and shoots in unexpected ways, but instead of winning, he finds a lot of holes in himself. However, Plants was neither discouraged nor annoyed.

Maybe Kiri has already grown up to argue with Ren, the Kingsguard Captain and Remain's Escort Knight. It was not a struggle to win against such a Kiri, but a struggle to find and fix what was lacking, so I didn't have to be disappointed.

Kyrie, who soon put her sword into the ground, picks up the falling Sinister. He returned it to its original form and handed it over to Plants.

Demirea opens her mouth again, watching the duel end.

"Seems to be moving a lot faster. It's more sophisticated. It's more weight."

"My brother? Or Kirrie?"

"Both. Especially Ser Bern. In the meantime, he's gotten better."

"Yeah. You, too, but Kiri holds the sword so hard every day. Looks like the day will soon come when more people enter the path of the sword. It's good."

"Looking forward to it."

"Of course I'm excited. Either you're up first or Kiri's faster. How far will my smart brother grow? It's fun to teach and watch, I..."

"How old are you anyway? · · · · · · ·"

The sound of Kalian's laughter echoes through the silent training ground.

"Why, do you think he's lived long enough?"

"Yes. When will you think of my position as experiencing that from the mouth of a fiancée my age? I thought she was next to me."

"Sorry. Never mind, fiancée."

"Expect the prince to grow up on his own. I'm not asking you to be careful. Isn't that what you should be now?"

"I don't know if you've ever been looking forward to it, I..."

Demirea looks at you, not filled with it.

"I don't want to know how you lived in the past, Prince. I'm talking about now. Growing up on its own, taking it for granted, liking the way others teach and improve. Come on, look forward to yourself. Just because McDreamy never expected and enjoyed growing up doesn't mean he still has to."

"Are you worried about me?"

"I'm nagging. I don't want to see it."

Kalian nods, smiling and full of laughter.

"If I have such expectations of myself, my fiancée may never have a day to beat me. Is that okay with you?"

"I've never been interested in a motionless goal."

Instead of a silly smile, Demirea looks at you with red eyes that only have a long smile.

"This is a big deal because my fiancée is so cool. I don't want to get married later because I regret it."

"Someone came back from being a cat and doing all the work."

"You're giving up the prince position?"

"Of course."

"If you wear a crown instead of a prince, will you accept me?"

"I'll take a letter of marriage, not a prince."

"Wow · · · · · · · · Even though you say it so beautifully."

"That's why you like it."

Finally, I burst into laughter again.

"Yes. That's why I like her, Demirea."

"Yes, I know."

Demirea nods, a small smile. He pointed to the bandages on Calian's hand, specifically the ones wrapped around his name. Callian, who pulled out the sword that was stuck in the wall to blackmail Grey, stopped 'making mistakes' and cut his hand slightly.

"Better tomorrow."

"Shouldn't it be two more days before I get rumored to be injured?"

"Blessings and a Bern Birch are here, and if the prince's wounds aren't healed for two more days, the square should already be covered with Lenisita leaves. Besides, you passed by just in time for the nobles to come out after lunch today, so the rumors must have been as good as necessary. So I think it's best if we all get better this evening, no matter what."

"I'll do it."

"Then I'll come back tomorrow. Lord Hill, as you said, and Mother and Riley, if you don't mind."

"Yeah, whatever."

Maybe it's the snow, the teeth, the rumors.

The walk of Kalian and Plants, the fiancée of Randall, the sibling feud surrounding the Crown Prince. Right now, Callian is creating new interests that will silence the rumors Grey has been working so hard to spread.

A second threat to Grey, for example.

The day I returned from Siegfried. After returning to the royal palace and entering the Chermill Palace in a way that many people can see, Calian has never fought anyone before. However, since Grey has been in Chermill Palace, she has a wound on Calian's hand, which means that if she doesn't want any strange rumors about the cause to circulate, she shouldn't try to play it cool.

Threats don't necessarily require the blood of others.

"If that's not enough, why don't you stop somewhere else on your way to take me?"

"Then shall we go see our flowers? You smoked a lot."

"Roses are not yet. And the flowers in the palace are prettier."

Demirea disagrees, thinking about the petals that were scattered out the window. He then spoke to Kyrie and stared at the walking plant.

"Let's go to Astricia. There's no better place to spread the rumors."

Astricia Street.

It's not a place filled with nobles anytime I visit them. Calian, who has thought about it, says with an expression of color.

"I know you've been out and about, but Astricia might be a little out of your league."

"It doesn't matter if you have an excuse."

"Why would I go there?"

Of course, there is no place like Astricia to be sure of rumors. There was no reason for Kalian to go there with Demirea. But Demirea continues to face the other way.

"There's a reason for that."

"Sir?"

"Your birthday party. You and I are the only ones who need to prepare."

"· · · · · · · · Hina."

"Yes."

Before going to Siegfried for Remain's birthday, Calian and Plants dressed each. But it wasn't just the two of us who had to dress like that this year. The same is true of Demirea and Hina, who should be with them throughout the festival.

Demirea has already called someone into the mansion and ordered several new clothes. But Hina was not. Even after I received my title, I couldn't fit in my clothes anywhere because I continued living in the royal palace without having a mansion. Besides, he must be busy and not even thinking about going out.

It wouldn't be too strange for the young prince to take his bride out and match a few clothes himself. It's not hard to understand that Khalian, who needs to escort Demirea, will also escort her out.

Calian opens his mouth, smiling.

"That's where the most famous costume shop in Cairis is, thanks to me."

From untidy suits to frilly robes, to tiny ruby accessories to black cat brooches. No matter how you dress, you can always dress up and down the mouths of the nobles. Maybe Shatin's costume shop is in Astricia.

"It's going to cost a fortune. You should open your safe sometime."

I'll pay for it myself because I don't like wearing our hinas, but I can refill it for you, so I'll tell you what to choose. By the way, how pretty can we choose Hina this time? I can't get any weirder because we're so much prettier than Hina. I haven't been able to get rid of any of the white ones yet, so that's too bad.

A deep concern has begun.

* * *

It's me.

Astricia's high-end shops and cafes lend it to nobility and pouch denizens. Markets, cafes, and restaurants and bars cater to everyday shoppers who want to see the sights. A place with a lot of people from all walks of life, regardless of class.

In the evening, Narancha was always crowded with people. There were some who wanted to go shopping late and many who wanted to relax after an early dinner.

Those wearing deep hoods often stood out. Nobles with well-known faces, annoying wizards, and just good people in hoods. It was also a multireflective place to see him walking around wearing a hood for reasons only he knew, so the outfit itself did not attract attention.

- Boom!

Because of this, a man walked in front of him, wrapped around his head in a deep brown hood and didn't get anyone's attention. A voice filled with annoyance emanates from the mouth of the man in the hood who grabbed his lightly pushed shoulders.

"Where do you keep your eyes?"

"The one who can avoid it should avoid it first, Marquis."

Then I heard something like this.

In this words, the hooded man raises his head slightly, not frowning. When I think about it, there's nothing wrong with what they say. You were hit because you didn't notice who was walking too fast.

The man in the hood, called the Marquis, Grey Brissen, looks around. Many people around didn't pay much attention to their little conversations. No one had ever heard the word 'Marquis.'

"I never made any promises to you."

"Tell me exactly. The Marquis broke his promise unilaterally, didn't he?"

"I didn't break my promise, I postponed it. Get out of my way."

Grey's annoying voice echoes back to the opposing team. Then the man standing in front moves one foot and blocks Grey's foot again.

"I think it's time for the erl to let me know what I was talking about with Prince Randall in the palace yesterday. If you're so busy in the wrong place, don't you want to know what's going on?"

"I was sure I would contact you again, but now you're making fun of me too."

"I wouldn't do that."

The voice of the man in front was full of laughter.

"You're my father."

The hooded face of grey frowns deeply.

Immediately, Grey looks around, raising her head a little more. I saw a young man standing barefoot with dark brown hair, green eyes, and no place to hide as if he didn't worry about anyone recognizing me. He looks at it again and makes a chewy voice.

"You don't need to know that. Go back before you get noticed."

"I don't want to."

Immediately, the refusal surgeon pushes his face in front of Grey. Then I opened my mouth with a swirling smile.

"Astricia is in chaos. The prince and the three princes went out with their spouses. If the Marquis is taking such suspicious steps in a place like this, how can I wait quietly?"

Grey's eyes frown again.

The day before, Kalian, who had been threatening to eat immediately, stepped into the streets of Astricia himself.

"I heard there's a wound on the hands of the Three Princes. The Marquis wouldn't do that. I doubt the Grand Duke will be able to touch a hair on the prince's head."

"· · · · · · · What does that mean?"

"Oh, my God. I'm not saying anything."

Something must have spilled it on purpose.

Seems to know that Grey is no longer the Master of the Sword.

The one who brought it up struck his hand and bit one foot backwards. Then he looks around for a moment and opens his mouth.

"I'll see you back at the mansion tomorrow night. I want you to tell me what happened at that time. Marquis."

The man with the long smile nods his head and greets you. Then disappeared into the crowd like a smile.

Grey clenches his fist and looks at where his son was. I thought you wanted to chase down the castle right away.

- I don't think you recognize him crouching. Unlike me, like Brycen.

I struggled to stop my feet because of my voice ringing in my head.

'Plants.'

Saying he's hiding his true nature and crouching.

It must mean something about a relationship with Calian.

What the hell are you hiding from me? Grey takes a look at the crowds as she ponders for a moment. And the nobles who were closely associated with him, the earls who mentioned the name themselves, moved back to the place where they would be waiting. Make sure no one follows you this time.

"· · · · · · · · The Marquis of Marquis."

A rooftop far from Grey's.

The man who went back to see Grey blinking his long lashes a few times and looked at where he had disappeared shaken his head. In that movement, the polished buckle hanging from the black leather clothing that adheres to your body makes a very small sound.

The one who got in the way of Grey, had a conversation, and then disappeared. He's definitely Grey's son. We haven't heard what we were talking about, but we've come to see a scene that Kalian might be quite interested in.

The only thing to check now was what Grey was talking about with the nobles she was going to meet secretly, so it was better to go after Grey than the one who was already missing. Because of this, he wakes up after keeping one piece of news in his head for Calian. Then you take a step toward the passage of Grey.

But then...

"Anyway, this is the problem with the Marquis. You didn't notice a rat, so you caught me."

A strange voice came from behind my back.

The person who just woke up touched Eila's neck with a cool touch.

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