691 565. Queen Lasbos bites her teeth.

"I knew that was it..."

Arthur, who keeps running, finally sees how many white uniforms are shaking in front of the tower he captures in his sight.

With the certainty of no doubt, he further strengthened his running leg. The knights, who noticed Arthur approaching them, raised their voices, "Who is he now?" and "A knight..." and set their weapons on their way.

Many knights were stuffed at the foot of the tower. He was also seen waking up to rescue more fallen knights. As I watch the knights jump directly up the tower with their special abilities in tandem, I get anxiety over Arthur as to whether the enemy attack of Radiya has come this far. Then we need to hurry! and now I gazed from the front into the knight rushing into me.

Having already received a frontal breakthrough by Cedric, the knights rushed to Arthur in a vigilant manner, peeling their eyes. "Ahhh... Arthur," he said, stopping from the position he ran to the front so that he could slash it in.

"Oh, good job. Excuse me! Eighth Squad, please let me through."

Contrary to the knight who stops, Arthur does not stop his running feet.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. Captain Arthur, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. "It's real! I'm sorry," he repeatedly rushes through with a quick apology.

Except that Arthur is being stripped of his title, there's no problem with him heading toward the tower, the Knight of the Eighth Squad. However, from the knights who know Arthur's serious wounds, they wonder if he might be a false enemy.

But I said, "Hey!" "Wait, wait, wait," the knights chased Arthur as he passed, twitching the possibility that he was real to the speed of his feet.

To Arthur to be chased, the knights who had refrained in front of the tower also set themselves up in a system of battle, but said, "It's real!" to Arthur, who finally loosens his legs while desperately complaining. Also, they react the same way. It's a waste of time to explain. He crammed into the deputy captain of the Ninth Squad to panic. "Deputy Dan," he shouted, suppressing his voice, bowing his head in front of him, turning his eyes round.

I'm sorry to interrupt your mission, but there's a pride on top of you.

Dan really has more eyes on Arthur's right arm than Arthur's sword curtain speaking in front of him, just like any other knight.

"Is it real...?" Ask about the identity before answering. The knights who came after him also nodded to agree to the question while following Arthur's back. At some point Arthur moaned as he trampled the estate, taking a gaze of amazement and suspicion all by himself from the knights who would refrain in front of the tower. I think it would be helpful if they suspected me of who I am again and quickly confirmed me with strength like Harrison did.

"It's real. I'm Arthur Beresford... Uh, Deputy Dan came to see me when I was transported to the ambulance." And until today, the Ninth Squad that followed me to my escort in the ambulance was with Dominic, Elmer and Guy... "

I sue for my proof, remembering my fingerfolds desperately.

Dan says to Arthur, who's in a lot of a hurry to talk fast, "Okay, okay!," he stopped pressing along the way to calm down with his palms pointed.

"I just got the footage from the comms man. Master Pride is definitely on top of this. Captain Kenneth and Master Stayle are here now."

"Thank you! I'm coming, too.

Arthur, thanking him without listening to the story to the end, now rushed to another knight to jump in.

Mr. Giles and a knight with both shoulders grabbed into too much momentum. Furthermore, I was surprised once again that there was a firm force in Arthur's arm grabbing his shoulder, and listened to Arthur as he alternated between the left, which was broken, and the right, which should have had a nerve cut.

"Send yourself to the roof!

Please. Giles nodded silently to Arthur, who complained.

If I finally looked at him, my pale eyes were directed at me with more depth and sharpness. After nodding to Dan, the deputy captain, for confirmation, Giles touches him with his "jumping" special abilities, as he did to the Stiles and the others. Pong, right after being touched, Arthur jumps up at once without waiting for any good.

Thanks! Arthur's voice was also from far above when the knights heard him.

Up, up, and slightly past the walls of the tower, Arthur regains his sword in the air. Strengthen your face and tie your lips hard as you swallow through your mouth.

If we had consolidated our gaze over the sky rising at high speeds, we would have quickly reached the top beyond even its rooftop. As soon as that happens, my breath stops in the deep red hair in my sight.

The bloody style and the gaze of the knights who were amazed at his emergence and whose legs stopped.

"... that's good enough.... Already... with this"

The fall begins and the sword is lifted.

If you look around the tower from above, there will be no dead. Arthur understands that he must have pulled me back on the look of the bloody style. That's why.

"" I made it ""

The words overlapped with the style and at the same time the pride looked back.

Eyes open in amazement, raising both eyebrows to their limits. Pride, who breathed in quickly, also lost his strength from the gun on which he stood, doubting his presence.

There's no way he's here, there's no way he's alive. He didn't have to wait for the final showdown to get to the bad end. But I don't care what it looks like when the front is lit up in the moonlight.

"Arthur."

"It's too late."

The excitement of pride and the delightful rage of the style are emitted at the same time.

Arthur, bouncing higher than they were on the tower, set up his sword at the same time as he fell. He was a pride who was taken away from him only for a few beats in amazement, but as he noticed, he quickly shifts the gun's aim from Style to Arthur. It emits a dry sound at high speeds to stifle him while in the air. but in the next moment, all the bullets were knocked down by his sword, along with the metal sound of a quinn.

"Ugh, so-so," Pride leaks his voice into the figure unexpectedly. Arthur in the game didn't have the art of knocking down a bullet. Not to mention his unpredictability.

I stop thinking with a surprising less gun in my hand. In the meantime, Arthur finally landed on the tower, trying to get between Pride and Stayle.

"... because I won't miss it anymore this time.

released in a quiet low voice. Besides, force enters the shoulders of nature and pride.

I couldn't help but think of a pale eye sharpened like a blade. I already understand that Pride doesn't like the difference in strength with Arthur. Because pride is the only person overwhelmed by sword moves, both in the game and in reality.

"... Arthur. Why are you here?

"It must be decided, I'm here to pick you up.

There are horribly no gaps from Arthur who returns the words flat.

The knights, already noisy about Arthur's appearance, couldn't help but look away from him. Arthur, Captain Arthur... shrugs, but doesn't come out any further.

Adam, who is captured by a knight, also ceases to look like Arthur, who appeared intact. Only in thought, with eyes and mouths open to their limits, did one question after another come to mind and burst. He doesn't even know there's a special ability to treat injuries. There's no way he can understand it.

"Excuse me, Captain Kenneth. Master Steele, please.

Arthur, overflowing with tremendous hegemony from his entire body without taking his eyes off his pride, called to the knight behind him with his voice alone.

As soon as that happens, Style walks over to him with a leg that draws him "hey". Don gently slapped Arthur's back, not looking back as he did, with his fist.

"Too late." How hard do you think I've struggled to buy time?

"Wa no, I ate time.

To Style's fist, Arthur returned the words without looking back.

We didn't even see each other's faces, but we didn't have to see what they looked like. When I asked Arthur whitefully, "What happened to my arm", who kept an eye on Pride, only a short response was returned, "It's healed".

Style himself, I have no idea why Arthur has healed. But now the mere fact that it is "cured" is too much.

I lost my mind at once, and Kenneth, the captain, took the flirty style from behind. With his shoulder borrowed, Stayle slowly lowers back with his hind legs as he continues to stare at Pride over Arthur's back.

"Buy time......?

Pride, who was listening to the conversation between Stayle and Arthur, glanced at him to catch on.

Arthur, who appropriately answers the word "sounds like" Pride, does not know how to interact with Pride so far. But I could largely imagine seeing that word and above all that scratched style.

From the middle of nowhere, Stayle was spending everything on buying time until Arthur arrived. Since that time when I was shot by Pride and decided I was no match for him. I extended my conversation with Pride and even kept buying time from her with words.

"Please surrender, Master Pride. Because if not, you'll hit me again.

Its voice, which speaks upright, is sharpened like a sword.

Sweat passed on to Pride's forehead as he provoked his mouth corner. There are no more natural enemies to me today than Arthur. Simply a sense of crisis that you will be killed before Cedric, the regular route, shows up, is not.

"... oh? I wonder if you'd like to surrender. Do you need to keep him alive?

"That's all we need.

"It's the only time, isn't it? If I hadn't killed you in this place, I'd have done more than that."

"I'll stop you as many times as I can.

"Huh... can I say I'm the one who ordered Adam to kill you in the tower of separation?

"Do you?

No matter how many words you use to distract your mind, no matter how much you shake your emotions, Arthur doesn't make it faint.

Pride's face is ruggedly distorted by the lack of much affordability. He ate and tied his teeth, and trembled all over his body with anger. Put your strength into the hand holding the weapon to the point where it marks, and stare at Arthur.

Arthur won't even kill himself.

Worst case scenario, I wish I were dead. Because if you, the Las Bosses, die, this world should end happily ever after. If the remaining tiara becomes queen and tied to Cedric, that's it.

But instead of killing Pride, Arthur will not allow him to die.

That was already something I knew from the day I decided to get rid of him. It would be fine if I could do it like Style or Leon. But you can't beat Arthur. Whether he held the guard hostage or shielded his life, he was no match for Arthur.

... but now.

Secondly, he realizes what is now in his own hands, and Pride laughs slightly for real.

That's it. He finds victory and shows Arthur the sword of his right hand. It emits light from purple eyes and invites them with its blade.

"Call me.... I'll give it a try.

Pull up only one end of the mouth as if to mock it.

Arthur is not lost in the word of pride. "Okay," he replied briefly, rushing into pride with his sword in place.

Rapidly approaching Pride at an unnoticed speed, he turns his attention to the sword of Pride erected. It doesn't translate to previous attacks with spears. Arthur also knows how awesome it was when she had a sword.

Now, if pride has a winning chance, there are two elements.

One is the same difference between "I'm going to kill you" and "I'm going to keep you alive" as I did when I fought the other knights. And, naturally, Pride was willing to kill. Rather, that would be convenient if Arthur were willing to kill me.

Wave the sword. The sword that even pierced the armor was avoided by Arthur in easy footsteps. If he flashed again and again and hooked up to see a gap a few times and take his feet away, Arthur's legs jumped out of the fold first with little answers.

Arthur lands with only one hand if he sets up a gun to aim for the moment when his leg comes on. Pride immediately shot at that arm, but by then it wasn't there anymore. Arthur, who landed on both feet on the ground at the next moment, making sure to twirl and rotate, obviously still had room.

If I rolled out the poke, I was knocked off with a sword from the top and my hand was paralyzed before it reached Arthur's body. Shoot a gun with your left hand at Arthur as he tries to step straight into his nose. A dry noise sounded twice from a gun shot motionlessly, aiming at each of his legs and heart. But it still doesn't arrive. Before that, it was better for him to slap those two down.

Pride picks up the sword he drops and rolls in the flash gap where Arthur drops the bullet. I shot him again with a gun to get confused, but he was shunned and avoided without having to slap him off.

Confirming that he could have taken a few meters from Arthur, Pride rises to flow with momentum. He made sure to kick up the ground, jumped, and landed gracefully with two legs again from being rolled into a stone fold.

The hem of the dress fluttered with wind pressure and ran back into Arthur before it came down. We crossed swords at high speeds and they still played at the end. My hand spreads to the clap of a strong, side-by-side sword, and my chest is empty. Arthur floated his right leg trying to tap a long leg into his nose.

At that moment, just the movement of his wrist releases a gun to Arthur's heart before it reaches him. Pa! The bullet that popped up with the sound didn't get knocked down this time. but it didn't even hit Arthur.

The moment he checked Pride's muzzle, Arthur twisted his body out of his right leg floating, kicking the stone fold even on his left leg. As soon as he avoided the bullet and his body floated completely into space, Arthur's left leg kicked pride's shoulder as he changed his movements to add a twist in the air.

A flash of defense whether to fill a second didn't even know what had happened to Adam, even if the knights and styles could see it.

Pulling out what was wrapped up in the dark night isn't the speed at which a regular person can see out. It just looks like Arthur's pride in making an unexplained move and shooting at him blew up with the gunfire.

Short screaming, Arthur landed with little or no sound using his hands and feet, even though he was in an impossible position, against Pride, who this time rolled into a stone fold rather than intentionally.

Pride, who cut his mouth off at the clap he fell, drank blood. I wiped the spill with my fingers hard.

"... you'll do it.

"Because I know Master Pride is strong.

Arthur replied sarcastically to the mixed words.

In fact, pride today is not comparable to the tower of separation. Equipped with swords and guns, not spears, she fights completely different ways and strengths. Since there were few gaps, it was not easy to take consciousness away, as before.

Now, jump up. As he circles behind Arthur, he shoots and releases two guns in the air. Released continuously with a pampered sword, it also fell with a sword at the same time Arthur looked back and rushed straight in before his pride landed.

She jumped high and stopped ahead of her falling, waving her fist. But Pride put up a sword to make him do it, too. He is shielded with the blade pointed at him and his fist stops on the brink. Arthur slightly stretched his shoulder, saying that if he was a few more millimeters behind, he would have had his fist in two himself.

And the moment he got within reach of the sword, Pride ran a flash. but Arthur, who reacted to it in an instant, also takes it with his sword.

Kickin '! and the fierce noise between the metals sounded, but Arthur's expression was cool. Having received with one hand the sword released with both hands of Pride, he plays it with only the force of his arms before she is in position.

Arthur jumps at once to her, who is forced to turn his back on every sword. No longer benefited from the special abilities of earlier leaps, he gently took his back over the head of pride only with his own physical abilities. And not while Pride turned around, he finally slapped the knife into his neck.

Pa, pa, pa.

KING!......

"It's no use.

Slap down the bullet that you shot into motionlessly with just the movement of your hand.

On the verge of striking a handknife, the result was determined when the muzzle directed by Pride entered Arthur's sight.

The room disappeared from the pride where Arthur jumped off the spot by sewing the gap between dropping the bullet. I can't believe it, I look at myself when I forget to blink.

... I read one hand in prediction, I should have.

Shortly after Arthur jumped up, he disappeared from sight. For Pride, who found himself rolling out a handknife to himself, it was easy to shoot off a gun at that time. Even if your body is not fast enough to react, if it's just your hands, you can make it. If it's a gun, I can shoot in faster.

That's why I went for his heart without hesitation. To settle in one shot at any rate, rather than in a foot where it's hard to be noticed what you're after. But that turned out to show Arthur the muzzle.

If you put the muzzle or even the bullet in your sight, there's no bullet he can't drop.

Because his instantaneous power has already been sharpened to an area equal to the outside world.

If it's sniping from afar, he won't miss it if he concentrates on one pride. Pride's early shooting is now nothing short of fearful for Arthur, who can handle the attack of the style that travels instantly at close range, as well as Harrison with his fast feet.

"I will never let you get away with this again.

Words straighter than swords pierced her with pale eyes.