Chapter 359

Alfred, who moved from the royal palace but often traveled to the royal palace to meet his father. That day too, I visited the royal palace to have my father practice.

Lose to Mira many times, repeated training each time, but still lose. The day was fun. I felt that I was getting stronger. Moreover, I became friends with Mira and became able to interact with his father, and found a higher wall.

The defeat increased Alfred. It continued to raise.

I can see my father for the first time in a long time today. You can sew a busy interval and have them attend to the practice. The defeat that has repeated, I learned in each case, became stronger. Show the results.

Alfred is headed down by his father. Will you give up today, while embarrassing such a dream-

“Alfred of that day was a god.”

William was sitting alone in the office. It looks like there is no one around. The voice is from behind, but there is no sign of people.

“I removed my father’s mask from you and pulled out the white knight of the actual battle. It seems that the wound at that time is not yet healed.

William squeezes his nose.

“A son who was about to be killed by a real father and a father who was about to kill a real son?”

Hakuryu still remembered the day clearly. Both my father and my son intended to play with each other. The son was convinced that he would be lightly scolded when he was serious about the great father, and he was still ill-informed that the difference in power was still large.

The sword was a strange thing among the white dragons. A masterpiece of giving up my father, an excellent technique that incorporates the talent that surpasses my father and the sword that matches it. Hakuryu was the one who saw it and was upset. I understood at a glance. He imitates the two and is trying to find his own sword from it. It’s just horrific of its goodness and innocence, bringing in something purely good.

A white knight and a fighting king, a talent that simultaneously expresses the two. Mental techniques, all under way. There is still room for growth. So that’s it. How far did the end, I could not imagine in the white dragon.

My father is overwhelmingly strong, my son is still immature. The difference between the two defeated the father’s mask and brought out the seriousness of the white knight. A long time no-zero, concentrated killing intent broke Alfred’s heart. Blood drips from Alfred’s neck, which falls down. Although she was thin, she turned down. The fact left two people with a big wound.

I was a “king”. Maybe it won’t change until I die. I can not return to a mere father, and I will return to a mere son, too. ”

“Because of that special treatment, right? The surrounding area was rough today, but from the perspective of everything I see, it’s kind of the kind of thing you mentioned earlier. You’re treating that child too much.”

“What’s wrong with the special treatment? That is special. That’s only it. And the father who is left with me wants it to be special and disappear. I’m sure I want it from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time, I’m convinced. ”

William smiles with a sad smile.

“I do not wish …”

Tomorrow, everything starts to move. All calculators are in order. The power of Palomides, the state of Alfred, the results are visible. All movements from here have also been simulated.

The wolf was thrown long ago.

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Fight in front of the king. I just did not think that that would be so disturbing. Alfred objectively understood that his condition was the worst. The cause is also known. What was about to be killed by the father who respected and trusted-

(That’s an accident. My father may have been stunned. Why is I doing this?)

Sword practice. Such an accident is possible. I care too much, that’s it. Though it seems objectively, it does not listen to what the mind says for some reason.

The swaying mind affected the body, weakening Alfred’s body in just one night. The animation is lost, the complexion is pale, and the movements of the limbs are dull.

I can not explain why I get this. When I ask if it is trauma that I was dying, I feel it is not. In fact, the knight who had encountered the encounter head, even when he was about to be killed, it did not become like it is now.

“Why am I?”

Alfred alone is on the stage. If you notice the martial arts competition, you can see the enemy Palomides in front of you. I see, but I can not see.

The line of sight was directed to my father without being directly aligned.

I do not understand this feeling. I do not know the cause of this tremor. Why does that day flash back? I do not understand the meaning.

“It’s a cruel figure. Is this the appearance of a wall that I admired and that I should overcome?”

Palomides is saying something. But that won’t beat Alfred’s earlobe. I can hear it but I can not hear it. Though voices arrive, they do not work to understand their meaning. Why is this going to happen? Why did my father make himself stand on the front stage now? The more you think, the less your head becomes.

“It’s just the sky, it’s good, I’m worthy of me … let me turn around!”

Palomides pulled the sword. In response, Alfred pulls out his sword. The body is heavy with my head still covered. It is not about fighting.

“I’m going!”

At that moment, the audience blew. Alfred also opened his eyes to surprise.

A rush full of force. Before that power-

The black sheep and the muscular and muscular bones had an unusual weight. Noble big angle wears everything. It is the heavy black knight that Ostberg boasts of a solid sense of solidarity that is coming to the end.

“That!”

Alfred made it through in a short time. Simple and linear movement, I was able to turn around later and respond. I intended to correspond.

(This is heavy!)

A dumb numb that remains in my hand. To taste from the same generation that I felt when I received the blade of Kyle and superiors-this sword greatly exceeded Alfred’s assumption.

“What’s up! Is it your sword just receiving?”

A blunt sword, it was a Palomides sword. Straight everywhere, so easy to read. Alfred is the worst thing to do with anything dexterous. I did not feel defeated. Even in this state, I was angry at it.

It doesn’t bend and doesn’t bend. But the man who shakes it was not foolish. Perhaps he had a lot of experience at El Toure. There were more choices in the straight. There is no hand like Alfred. I do not have the dexterity to peek at it. However, with only a few hands, the technique to stop the powerful large angle had been largely cut.

(Sorry, so, Palomides!)

It became stronger. It became clever. The sword has grown up. I know myself, I know the world, I arrived at the sword myself. In addition, the strength and suppleness enhanced by Oswald.

The power comes into my hands. Remnant received as well as possible, but still remains.

Sweat was spouting. I sweat from my back, from my forehead.

“I finally saw me!”

Palomides burning to delight. In addition to the increasingly powerful sword, Alfred noticed that he had misled himself. I can’t get my hands on it. I received too much, the other’s sword. There is no excuse for being in the same generation and the same generation.

(Concentration! There is a winning line. For now, just spit out of your head!)

Just before losing. Losing color rich. Alfred’s heart finally showed calm after coming here.

A flame dances. Ugly flames-

“Alfredo!”

Palomides’ coffin. Along with that comes a sword with a tremendous power of destruction. I do not receive it. Yes, there is no way to go away. In the first place, recession only postpones the loss. While the grip is still only a little, I finish with one hand of revival.

(Use even the other party’s momentum and stop at the counter)

Instantly play a hand and put it into action without interruption. Only in this moment my thoughts became clear. The moment I was conscious of defeat, I felt lost just as if I could accept it. For a moment, it is just a moment, but “I” is back.

Force your opponent to replace your body at the moment of a collision. Converted the power of rush into rotation, and replaced the body around. Palomides notices that he has taken his back. There was no apprehension. However, Alfred’s move only created a big gap.

Palomides turned in agony, meaning that he could get his back on a single strike. Surely I have a sword attached to my throat. It did not arrive yet. Disappointing, but by that-

“Sorry, it is Alfred. My negativity-”

After turning around, Alfred was standing with his face distorted. The position that shook the sword, as long as he held the sword, was supposed to be directed to the throat of Palomides. However, in reality, Alfred is just here without help.

The sword is rolling in the corner of the stage.

“… I lost. Palomides”

Even if Alfred himself did not know if his grip did not remain or if he slipped with sweat. I grasped the sword and intended to win.

But the reality is this.

“You really got stronger,”

With his arms down, Alfred turned to walk without turning. Palomides who sees it off stunnedly. The audience was bursting with “Paromides” cheers.

For a moment, Alfred turned his eyes on the person he was concerned about.

(After all, that’s right, isn’t it)

Alfred smiled sadly. Because there was an “eye” as expected here.

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The man was surrounded by an atmosphere where he could even say a word. Even the third king won’t call out to the present man. The princes are the same.

The atmosphere the man had was too cold. The line of sight is zero degrees, with no eyes on anyone, and the view of absolute zero, which rejects all. I can not anger, fall in love, or even guess. But only one thing is clear.

That man, King William von Arcadia of Arcadia, turned an ice-like zero-point look at his son. It is turned to a bad devil who defeated Palomides.

Seeing that, Claudia laughs bewitchingly. I heard something start to move.