598 498. The captain of the knight shall judge.

"Well, I guess you should tell Arthur too."

Inside the castle...... as he ran to the distant tower, he asked to the column where he dived his voice and walked side-by-side next door.

You'll need it! and a column to say back couldn't afford to talk too long to keep up with Alan's feet. Alan fits the column somewhat, but is at full speed for the column.

The two men, who managed to adjust their rest time and could only be taken together for a few hours, were hurrying to strengthen their feet to Arthur. At first they walked at their usual pace not to be distracted by the other knights, and at the point away from them they rushed out at the same time without a signal. Not just to give Arthur a little more rest.

Escape of three upper layers of the Radiya Empire.

Three dangerous people trying to keep the Kingdom of Friesia in their hands, in case they're headed for the tower of separation. Now that we have not yet received any reports of discovery, that anxiety was on the other hand accumulating over time.

The tower of separation is, of course, quite far from the Knights' Exercise Ground. That's why we need to run and make sure Arthur's safe and share information a little faster. I thought so, and they kept running at high speeds. They finally approached the tower of separation and... made my chest squeeze.

"Eh... hey Alan...!

Oh! and the moment he returned to the words of the column, Alan went further up the speed and ahead to the tower one by one.

The Tower of Away is basically just Arthur and the Guard. Since Arthur appeared, the recovery of the fleeing pride had also been promptly carried out, returning him to a quiet quarantine site. But now.

"Hey! Somebody come more."

"Telecommuters must have been in the search party over there! Hurry up and report to Wangju."

"Hey, hold on tight! What happened?"

"Hurry up and strangle. If you still have breath, bring in the injury healers. We won't make it."

Eventually, there was a rush, a sudden and complex voice.

Alan rushed faster and faster while suppressing his agitation, still feeling slow and biting into his mouth. The closer I get, the more I get to my nose even though I don't like the smell of raw blood. I couldn't help but notice the words I kept chanting in my heart that I was okay, okay, okay.

Further afield, we finally reached the remote tower, and there were already many deserters' search party guards. Some looked surprised by Alan's appearance, "Why here…………" but now it was so miserable that I didn't have time to confuse him for long. Many guards fell and fell to the ground, and only one person of a different colour, if seen as chirali, also fell in a remote position and was irresistibly captured by the guards. And the guards are making the most noise, making the stretchers noise with special abilities, and desperately calling on them to hold on. Ahead.

"Shh, sar, shh, shh, shh."

From among the gathering guards, his silver hair wet in blood entered his eyes.

Alan raised his voice before thinking, pushing away among the guards and rushing to scratch him, opening his eyes to the appearance.

Massacre, he said. The first word came to my mind.

His whole body was stained bright red with overflowing blood and his left arm was obviously squeaky. The hemostasis had been applied everywhere, but above all, Alan's heart stopped at that desperate spot.

... I don't have my right arm.

Arthur's right arm, which can also be called life as a knight.

Everything was taken from his shoulders, and he was relegated to throw away the whole thing ahead.

Alan gripped and pressed his head against it as it was about to turn white. Now, now more than that, he scolded himself and called his name again. Hang on, I called you to reply, and if you put your ears close to your badly swollen and rubbed off face, you would have done something like breathe with Hugh... Hugh... If you look at his other trauma without moving poorly, you'll notice that even his throat is crushed unbroken. Arthur, who collapsed slowly, was more of a miracle to be alive.

I screamed if there were any special abilities for stretchers and injury treatment yet, but both the correspondents and the special abilities for injury treatment are just going to call them now. Listening to it, Alan secured Arthur's airway again and called.

"Arthur."

The column arrives late for Alan.

I immediately noticed Alan and Arthur and ran over to them. Having grasped the status quo at a glance, the column now looks up at the tower and roughs up his voice to nearby guards.

"Where is Master Pride in the tower?"

The pride Arthur tried to defend in a madness of death, he said.

The guard, who had just checked inside the tower, hastily opened his mouth to the sword screen of an awesome column rarely even seen Alan.

"I was there, only in the tower." Master Pride remained in bed!

Exhale a little safely in pride. But that was between us, too. Once again, in Arthur's misery, the column lost its sense of fingertips. himself on his knees, line up with Alan, who keeps calling, calling his name.

The bleeding has been stopped abusively, but it was severe enough that it wasn't enough. I could have run with it myself, but it's too dangerous to move it cheaply. The remote tower is located in isolation from any facility or building in the castle. Now that the stretcher is here, will he keep it until then? What's more, there are wounds all over the body besides the arms, even at first glance. I don't think one or two of the special abilities of injury treatment can stop the connection. It's not weird to take your breath out here right now. If you turn your face to Alan like the column wants your opinion.

Piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

It was already shortly after Alan clapped his fingers and blew them.

A tall sound splits his ear, and soon the column realizes its intentions. "Become..." he leaked, stopping. Indeed, it is the best in the present situation. But in front of the guards, and even more so, the knight calls the first prince. Alan! raised his voice, but on the contrary Alan yells at the column from close range with an awesome sword screen.

"Arthur was better off dead like this."

To peel out his eaten and tied teeth, Alan picked up an arm that fell to the ground and put his strength into that hand while securing Arthur's airway. Speaking to Alan's words, the column drops its gaze on Arthur.

Already, shallow and weak breath. I desperately craved the oxygen I couldn't get enough of, with my crushed throat, and my complexion had no more blood. The stopped cloth seeped red and his blood, already lost, had been wet and sucked through the ground like rain. Normally, it's not strange if you're already dead. Instead, he wasn't dead. It was so weird right now.

If you notice, your eyes will nail Arthur's right shoulder, which you lost. If Arthur had managed to spin his life, Even if I try not to think about it, I really think about it. Arthur, it was when I kept calling him to confuse Arthur.

"Call me... uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh."

Shortly after the calming words, the scream of the style echoed with its miserable eyes.

Many guards peeled their eyes in surprise at him, who appeared on the move of an instant. Dear Stayle, Alan raised his voice and complained more strongly than anyone else before he made a noise and was confused as to when to make a report.

"Dear Mr. Steele, I'd like you to join the Knights' Ambulance Building."

Master Pride is safe. He took his hand to jump in to Alan, desperately absurd his voice to the obscure style. He also touched Arthur, and the arm of the column beside him grabbed Steele himself, and soon after the guards understood, they disappeared.

Leave the blood buildup for one.