Escape From The Tyrant

Back to the past Bag.12

The sword he chose was more specialized in cutting than piercing. Charlize laughed for a moment.

“?”

The mercenary furrowed his brows.

Chaoyang!

Charlize gently dropped the mercenary sword. The mercenary felt a tingling grip and for a moment was dumbfounded. Did he just push the sword?

However, it was no surprise, as soon as Charlize gently swung the long sword and grazed the mercenary's head.

A hair tie hung from the tip of the sword that descended into the bow.

"!"

The mercenary's hair was detached from the hair tie. His hair was fluttering like a lion's mane.

The mercenary's face was chaotic.

Charlize looked at the mercenary.

The mercenary clenched his teeth and thrust his sword into the copper side of Charlize. The original idea of not scraping it was long gone.

Later then.

Charlize jumped high to avoid that mercenary sword.

"…Omong is empty."

"Not really."

Charlize answered briefly******* that mercenary.

He rose too high, even without assistance, to the point where a butterfly-like flying expression would be more appropriate.

Charlize, who landed gently, moved solemnly. His sword flowed towards the mercenaries as if he had seen enough.

Chaengchaeng!

Yep. The phrase "pouring" is true.

The mercenaries could not stop the flowing sword. On his back, his thighs, his lower abdomen, and in his ears. The entire body was covered with wounds in an instant.

Just a few times, I stopped him with a sword, but the sword that entered right after him was extremely fast.

“Ugh, bob!”

The mercenaries were trying not to retreat. He met a real opponent. His survival instincts rang a warning light.

Cold tension that was not felt in all kinds of battlefields or dungeons.

He now moved with the determination to kill Charlize. The instinct to do so stands.

But even if those mercenaries tried their best, it was impossible to swing a sword at Charlize.

Charlize lightly stepped aside to avoid him, or stopped him as if she was annoyed with a sword.

Chaoyang!

When the two swords collided, the entire body of the mercenary trembled like a shudder. Too powerful. It was as hard as an impenetrable wall.

Charlize's eyes, which she had met up close, were extremely cold.

A strangely frightening feeling as if looking at the monster from the front.

Charlize cut him even stronger with the counterattack that hit the mercenary sword.

As if to punish.

“Argh! Ugh!”

Actually, it doesn't make any sense.

Unless you have mana coated, a long sword blocking the great sword from the front will not be fine. It breaks in half or bends.

However, the long sword moved quite a distance, and slashed the bodies of the mercenaries.

Not just that. Breaking through the myth that thin swords are hard to stab, Charlize 'pierced' them into the mercenary's body.

Digging and scratching.

'What is that?'

It was a subtle gesture that made the audience doubt their eyes.

A monster with an unknown boundary cast a dark shadow over the sword. Keira is a monster made in the hands of the royal family.

To cut, stab, and avoid. Despite the repetition of that simple action, Charlize was clearly on the right.

Meanwhile, Charlize recalled her dream in the morning.

'Will I be so angry like this if only the emperor gave me a little respect?'

Of course, Charlize knew. There's a sword called Keira.

However, the emperor could still hear the language of the sword. No one ever listens to him. More precisely…

“...Hmph, haah.”

The mercenary heaved a heavy sigh. Next, the high sword was poured out on him.

Neither the 9th prince nor the bystanders could prevent this confrontation.

The referee thought the princess would give up soon. Thats why. He opened his mouth, even forgetting that he had to make a decision about the duel.

From the moment he saw Charlize's sword, the 9th prince was terrified.

'What do I see now?'

The 9th prince doubted his eyes. But he had no choice but to believe it.

The 9th prince knew very well about swordsmanship. However, he had never heard of such a sword. Is that a human sword?

It completely surpassed the use of a sword.

No, it's just a sword to kill.

'Worse still, he considered Ronan's bloodline a weakness and he threatened me.'

Charlize was thinking about the moment when she became Keira. The time when he slashed people as swords.

In front of his eyes it was the 9th prince who dared to turn it into a sword.

The sword is directed at the giant.

Those mercenaries did not dare to kill Charlize. Now, with a desire to live, he swung the sword desperately.

“Aahh!”

But it's useless. Charlize's sword continued to reach the mercenaries.

Charlize's dress was still as elegant as ever.

The blood of the mercenaries began to pool on the dueling floor. Blood dripped on Charlize's sword.

Suddenly, Charlize looked straight at the 9th prince.

The 9th Prince accidentally retreated, bored with Charlize's sharp eyes. He just shuddered to see them fighting.

It was as if the princess was whispering to herself like this.

'Look, this is your future. If you dare insult me again, I will make you like this.'

Having a sense of rejection and wanting to suppress is also an emotion for someone who is on a certain level.

This is an incredible difference.

'It's monster...! It's monster!'

The 9th Prince was obsessed with the thought of escaping Charlize.

But Charlize's sword.

Beyond the learning range.

During the duel, even though he was looking elsewhere. The giant could not hurt Charlize at all.

Charlize attracted the attention of the 9th prince.

The giant wanted the duel to end quickly. However, Charlize's sword caused her pain so she could not open her mouth even if she wanted to shout.

"Fully .. you've been messing with it."

Everyone agreed with the muttering of knights.

I intentionally didn't finish it all at once. To inflict maximum pain, he was in a lot of pain as long as the game had not ended.

Destroying an opponent with just the dexterity of a fatal wound was the best thing.

Finally, the duel was over.

Charlize's sword was thrust under the mercenary's neck.

Only then did the mercenary tremble when he felt it was over. A sword fell from the giant's hand.

There was a cold silence in the hall.

No one could point their fingers at the mercenaries.

"I lost. I admit defeat."

The mercenary knelt down.

It was a perfect defeat.

“Ro, Charlize of the Ronan family. Win!"

The referee shook his voice.

He could not believe it even with his eyes.

Charlize looked indifferently at the giant, and slowly drew her sword.

The knights who were worried Charlize would be injured remained solid.

'I lost.'

Cold sweat ran down the backs of the 9th prince and the mercenaries.

It resembles animal instinct. Wouldn't one feel panic to escape from predators and feel fear?

The 9th prince was a typical superior who was weak against the strong and strong against the weak.

Charlize got down from the duel and Dylan secretly saw her.

The 9th prince's pupils widened.he was also panting, and the muscles all over his body were tense. When someone touched it from the side, it was so loud that it was the source.

There was only one thing Charlize, who was slowly approaching, asked the 9th prince.

“Sorry, I'm sorry for the humiliation I made. Aib Dylan, lack of respect for Miss.. Everything is wrong...!”.

Losing the duel, it was a fitting apology.

A duel to restore honor. A man who broke knight etiquette lost everything. Even if it's the royal family.

Charlize looked at the 9th prince.

“...I accept your apology.”

The 9th Prince rushed to his feet to escape the monster quickly. Legs trembling.

Charlize spoke to the 9th prince and said,

"You should bring your guard knights as well, Your Majesty."

"That's right, that's right."

The 9th Prince went to the mercenaries, not knowing what he was talking about.

As he approached the 9th prince, the mercenary avoided Charlize's gaze personally.

She's real. The mercenaries thought. He thought the Imperial Palace was a dangerous place.

“...If you take a month to recover, you will recover.”

Dylan added in a friendly manner.

Healing herbs were offered at a low price to the imperial knights.

But the 9th prince and his bodyguard did not answer back. He stumbled in the crowd and ran.

All that was left in that empty duel were Charlize and Dylan, the servants, the referees, and the knights watching.

"I'll clean it up."

The referee came to pay attention.

Charlize wore a long sword with an indifferent face. The referee picked it up by bowing.

Charlize let out a slow breath.

She's beautiful, it's hard to believe there was a fierce duel just now. But the knights did not dare to see Charlize as a woman to protect.

Until Charlize left the duel, the knights completely froze.

*****

I'm on my way back to the building. Especially, Mary, a mercenary, could not close her mouth open as if shocked.

“Nona. No, you are not like a true knight, but you are a true knight.

"I'd like to have dinner earlier today."

Dylan cut Mary off and looked at the servants. It was a silent order to go to the dining room and prepare food.

The servants, who read the energy silently on the prince's face, bowed and pulled Mary away.

Now only Charlize and Dylan were left.

Charlize thought Dylan would ask about his sword skill. But Dylan asked another question with a curious look.

"Why did you propose a duel for my honor?"

Iforgetit.

In Dylan's eyes, Charlize seemed to have dueled due to Dylan's honor. Looks like he's dueling out there just for Dylan.

"I don't know if you really advanced the duel for me or if there's any other reason."

Charlize felt embarrassed for a moment because it was the first question she was looking forward to so much.

Right now, Dylan's black hair felt as secretive as the Dark Lord's.

Apparently it's cool, but somewhere there's a ruler-like atmosphere. A ferocious beast that hid its claws, which could not compare to the 9th prince.

Dylan's silent mask peeled off, and the crack seemed to show the real 'Dylan. It was perfect enough to give me the creeps.

Even without Keira, he would control the world with his feet.

"And."

In the midst of thinking, Dylan approached Charlize without warning.

Charlize stopped breathing for a moment. As soon as he approached, his lips would touch his. Breath choked.

Dylan whispered a very secret secret. Elegant pronunciation

"How do you know? I... very bored of living like this.”