131 Lesson 128: In Response to That Voice

Every time the two men with swords cross, red blood scatters.

Scion is sure to strike back while judging Abel's repeated, rigid blows. The swordsmanship involves sword dancing.

The soldiers watching are breathtaking in a magnificent move reminiscent of what the dance party looked like that night.

There is only one Abel weapon to face against the overwhelming sword moves shamelessly in the name of genius.

That's the determination that you can't pull...

Abel lightly steps over the hesitation he feels if he is a normal human being, the unconscious instantaneous stiffness of Zion's slaughter, and the resulting distance.

By swallowing fear and taking a step further, he subtly shifted Zion's interval, resulting in Abel not being fatally injured.

Additionally, Abel's wearing battlefield protective gear was also helping to reduce damage. but......,

"I didn't know you were gonna make it this far......, you still look like some kind of man"

"Heh heh, I don't have to let you down, more than anything."

Stop it. It was Abel smiling patiently... but I can't afford that face anymore. For some time now, Abel had felt that Zion's slaughter was gaining in power.

The sword of Theon Saul Sankland is the sword of genius.

It's easy to adjust your time while you fight.

- No more... Last but not least......

On his knees, slightly in pain, Abel sighs.

Then move your gaze slightly......, look at Meer.

- Yes... I can't look unusual in front of her.

Breathe heavily and Abel rises again.

"Set up, Prince Zion. It's our last fight!

Abel strengthens as she grabs the sword and puts everything to the next blow.

"Please no longer! You're both really gonna die.

Seeing how the two were doing, Meer raised her voice again, struck by an ominous hunch. But......, I still can't get Meer's voice.

There was no way for the two of them to hold their swords.

Seeing it, despair dominates Meer's heart.

- Oh, my words, after all, don't arrive...

What I'm reminded of is the previous timeline.

Meer spoke many times to a people ruled by hatred and anger.

While traveling around the empire with Ludwig, he spoke up as the princess of the empire. At last, however, it did not win people's trust.

- It's the same as then...

In front of her, Meer stared at the two who were now just about to slash together, invaded by despair.

Come to think of it, maybe that's normal.

Words are powerless in front of men who have swords and have cemented their willingness to fight.

So even Meer's words... they don't arrive.

............... really?

Really, Meer's voice, the wish..., won't it arrive?

No - it's not!

Even if, for example, that voice did not reach the princes who would come to the duel - the bond that has been forged makes her voice reach.

To who the hell?

To her, dependable loyalists!

"I'm in trouble......"

A glimmer of disease rushing right by Meer.

In that wind, the tears that conveyed Meer's cheeks shone through the universe, sparkling with light.

"Isn't it a little too much to cry about our princess? Princes."

The wind never stops, at the heart of the duel… interrupt between Abel, who is about to wave down his sword, and Zion, who is about to wave up his sword to intercept it.

A sharp metal sound, the number of which is......, two!

Immediately after, there are two swords dancing in the universe.

There is one man between the two princes who lost their swords and stopped moving.

Poking the sword in both hands at Abel and Zion, respectively, the man......, Dion Alaia smiled with a flamboyant grin.

"My princess is a crybaby, can you not make her cry too much?

"Ah..."

At the sudden arrival of his allies, unexpectedly, Meer felt her powers fall out of her body.

Kakun, her knee was broken all the time and Meer was about to fall behind her fluttering, but shortly afterwards, something fluttering and soft hugged her.

"Master Meer......!

nostalgic voice, when Meer looked back in a hurry, there was a

"I'm glad you're safe!

"Ah, Anne..."

The most loyal minister stood with tears all over his eyes.

"Anne, Anne..."

The next moment Meer finally hugged Anne, a voice of passion rose right next to her.

"Rude! How long have you been poking your sword at His Highness?

The man who had been entrusted with Meer's escort......, the Rigid Iron Spear Bernardo was staring at Dion with an angry look.

"It's impeccable to water a sacred duel between royalty."

"Haha, well, yeah. The minister of the prince who's risking his life is putting up with him, but I don't know if he feels comfortable. But I'm the one who keeps the sword, not either of you."

"Shut up! That disrespect, you deserve to die! Make amends with your life!

Shortly after, Bernardo ran out.

Seeing it, Dion grinned with delight, poking the sword of his left hand into the ground and replacing the sword of his right with both hands.