122 102. The Prime Minister is angry.

What's happening...?

Jilbel breathed desperately rougher on his shoulders, sorting out the situation while making sure he breathed the still awake style in his arms.

I left Cefek and Chemetho with the knights who rendezvoused near the exit, explained to them where the cages were below intermediate and rushed to this point before they could be pulled over. Because something must have happened that Master Stayle still didn't show up.

And on the way to rush, the sound of a tinnitus. They followed behind them as they avalanched to follow them, blocked in sight by smoke and dust, and fought over the sight in front of them.

They were among them, elephants lined up as if to behold one another.

Val had fallen and had been kicked in by a big man in the chain. Plus, Master Steele was unconscious, he didn't resist, and he was in their hands.

That was the limit of thought.

Running fast through the gap between people, striking an elephant steeple surrounding the Steil-like perimeter, and shooting away with a single blow. Falling into his arms, he groans small and strokes his chest down to being alive. But still, my anger towards these people does not subside.

"What have you... done?"

First prince of our country.

It is unacceptable, such as poking a blade at this side.

The next Regent of our country. Please support my country in the future, Lord Pride. A being who, unlike me, supports and devotes himself to Lord Pride's reign with a clean heart and his will.

My, great benefactor.

"Don't touch this one finger..."

Suppress the killing and anger I overflow, and if you look at them, everyone leaves one step later. It is difficult to imagine that both people at this level will be surprised by Mr. Steele. Is it lacking acid, or is it slightly pale, and there are even marks of burning in the body? So you were struck by the aftermath of the earlier explosion? Anyway, now let him lay on the ground once and for all so that he doesn't have any more irritation.

... instantly, in the corner of my sight, my chain suddenly crawled like a snake and popped out this way.

but

Bounce back with a kick, grab the edge where it floats in the universe, and shake it to the exit. Interpretation is a special ability at the hands of a person, even if it is manipulated. If I touch it first and let it go before it is somewhat heavy but reacts fine.

Writing a circle, the chains flew and crawled back to the big man in the chain again like a snake.

"Didn't you hear me? Don't touch it.

I can't even make a laugh reflexively, stare at the man who kicks Val in the foot, and identify him. Perhaps the most decent troublemaker is this guy. More than twice as many people stare at a man of a certain physique from top to bottom. One at your feet,... no, two. And it also hangs a few on my shoulders. Looks like we should prioritize cleaning up the elephants around us over this guy first. Anyway, too many. A hundred won't let go. Perhaps more than a majority of humans assembled here. We have to reduce the number first.

"... No, I'm surprised. Aren't you a group of miscellaneous fish? But losing to me at thirteen, etc.

Speak up to reach the ears of everyone around you. Everyone floats blue, squeezing their hands prey and staring at me.

"If you don't mind, please put it together. Because it's nothing but shame, such as losing one-on-one to children.

What, he quickly hits his elbow on the dovetail from a man who is easily caught up in the provocation, and inserts a handknife into his throat where he stiffens his movements. There are three men coming in at the same time next. Dive into the nostrils, punch the jaw, poke the heart, use the momentum to throw and slap it from head to ground.

"Because I... have become a parent of people, too. I intend to be quite heartbroken by the abducted children.

Talk to the men who stand up blindly, chase me for something I don't know what it means, and chain hits me again to Master Steele, paying for it and hitting other men in the face. Take the arms of the men who will chase you further and throw them at the other men. It seems the big man in the chain is not going to move himself. Then it's convenient. But chains. Just because you manipulate them doesn't mean you can float or fly them apart. That would be no different than just a snake.

"So it is very unpleasant for you to behave with me and your people. I think it's appropriate for sinners here to shed dirty blood on each other.

With those words connected, he jumps the chain that seeps at me and flies over to the shoulder of the man who was nearby.

The man on board surprises me and grabs my leg trying to shake me off. Plus the men around me who thought I was sealed in motion come straight to me.

But whatever it is, I go on.

"It doesn't come true in this body, but... well.

Cockroach.

I grabbed the man's head and jaw grabbing my feet with both arms and twisted them up.

"The neck is not broken by hand.

A distorted sound sounds and the man loosens that hand that grabs me and falls to the ground. He kicks him on the brink of it, jumps over one of the men who approached him to his closeness, twists his neck in the same way, and flies to the frightened man again. It's not even an obstacle, such as chains, if you don't put your feet on the ground.

Finally, the men put up their guns, forgetting their shame and their outside hearings. Something that can only be matched by an attempt to shoot in such a dense place. Kick the man's shoulder up to the scaffold at the same time as the sound of the trigger, avoiding it. The man who was shot in my place raised a groan as it was. Once someone takes the gun, the others put up the gun as if to imitate it, and point the gun at me despite seeing the end of the road. But there's no point in jumping, twisting, or jumping any further, no matter how much you shoot with a panicked aim. I'm just going to reduce the number of people on my own. I would have preferred to disable the big man in the chain the most, but the distance was too far. It is somewhat difficult while protecting Master Steele.

... It should be about time.

Small-thinking, he said, "Hih!" He twisted the necks of frightened and frightened men, even powerless from those who enter his sight. In the meantime, I notice that the chain is approaching Mr. Steele again. He jumps from the man and wraps his chain around the neck of the man who came at him as he dislodged it. And look at the man's face. Huh, his lips pull up.

"Oh, you are. I crammed him into a cloth bag..."

I remember. Saying so, he squeezed the chain around his neck without hesitation to frighten him.

Don't move. Don't move.

Finally, you rushed out, and the man in the chain raised his voice. If you look, he's pointing the gun one arm at the other towards Lady Steele and Val. I dare to unnoticed and twist up the neck of the man I'm scaffolding right now, kicking him at the same time, and landing between Stayle-like and the gun in that recoil.

The man in the chain pulled up his mouth and laughed as he pointed a gun at each of me and Val. But there's sweat seeping through his forehead. "If he spares his life, don't move," he proclaims, stepping on Val's head again.

"Keh... I don't know what makes me a hostage, fat guy.

He provokes the big man in the chain in vain, and he can put more weight on his face. Something good if you don't say extra words. What are you going to do if they finish using it like this?

"That's what will happen, unfortunately.

I dropped my shoulder and had no choice but to return it so that Val's eyes opened stunningly, contrary to the increased niggling of the big man in the chain. "Become..." he leaks his voice, daring me to return a grin.

"If you die, I will be killed by Chemetho and Sefek.

Especially to Sefek. Adding that, his mouth, which remained open, moved "He and the others haha..." I tried to tell them they were safe, but before I did, the big man in the chain.

The muzzle blew the fire.

Pan, and a dry sound sounds, pressing his shoulders against a feverish, intense pain.

Shortly before he was shot, he pretended to have received it and turned around and avoided the steeple, but the child's body could not stand the pain on the boulder and gave in slightly.

"You can't just ignore me and talk to me, kid.

A grin that nods its tongue and is less frightening than the margin of superiority or earlier can be directed here. On this shoulder, unfortunately, it seems difficult to break the neck of this giant.

"I apologize for this.

I think as they point the gun at me again and give it back with a grin. Many more elephants are twitching and gathering to besiege me. It's easy to avoid his shooting and fight back. But we can't avoid it now. Because I have Master Steele behind me.

... and I can't even let Val die. Still, I don't get it, but at least Chemetho and Sefek. Val is a necessary person for them.

So he realizes and laughs at the man in front of him again.

"Yes, by the way, did you know that the Knights are approaching this way right now?

When I said it, the man in the chain was obviously upset, and he said, "What is it?" and roughed up his voice. After all, they hadn't figured it out yet. I smile at them who are unnecessarily wolfish if they haunt me, and I go on.

"Even if it's true. Don't you think it's odd that no more reinforcements would come to this one who made a scene up to the bombing?

Blood seeps through his shoulders and continues to flow unchanged where he presses it. I want to stop the bleeding but it will still be difficult in this situation.

In my words a man looks around. No one rushed, except the remains of the men I disabled and the first elephant I was.

"You might still be on your way here, right?

To turn my attention to me again, I call on the men with a little loudness. The man in the chain gets angry, points the gun at me again, and shivers his fingers to pull the trigger still. But I don't mind spinning words with a grin.

"The pride of our country"

I hear mild footsteps rushing out. Do not wear armor, in a light-hearted manner.

"A proud knight.

Tan, suddenly over the head of the man in the chain with the sound of stepping on the light ground, appeared a young man who bowed down his sword.

"Don't touch them.

A sharp, unimaginable remnant of the sword, along with a low voice, arced from his usual, cutting off that arm of a giant with a gun to me in a flash from shoulder to shoulder.

Zach, and.

The sound of sharp meat slashing and the sound of blood blowing out, and the screaming of a man screaming it off, echoed.

Arthur Beresford.

Protect our Lord, Kingsguard Knight.