"You're the king!" Filly growled, "you're nothing only when you're nothing!"

He rarely said such things. Pen Fun www.biquge.info he treated Frederick more as a child than as a king...... What's more, he has always thought that he is nothing more than a knight, and his task is to ensure his safety. How to teach him to be a true king is not his responsibility in any way. Even though he knew that his mother was too protective of him, that his grandfather was too strict with him, and that Scott Christus, who was too powerful, was a shadow that he could never get out of, his father who died without glory and became an immortal monster was a nightmare that he could not wake up from......

He remembered the boy he had rescued from Beye. Even though he was pale and fragile in fear, there was still a glint in his eyes. He is sensitive, cunning, arrogant and courageous...... And now, standing in front of him, Frederick was like a lifeless, gray shadow, cold and blurred.

"Did I?" the boy asked him, "you never thought of me as a king. ”

Filly was speechless.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted it. He protected his life, but not his soul. Perhaps deep down he had never forgotten that this boy was Ante's son...... And Ante almost ruined everything he cherished.

“...... Your Majesty......"

Ed's voice rang out behind him. Filly waved his hand and stopped him.

Regret to regret, so far, he doesn't think they can easily pull back a soul that has been hesitating for a long time in just a few words, not to mention that Ante is on the side.

"If you really want to kill me, come on. He spoke contemptuously, dagger patting his thigh nonchalantly, "I don't have much breath left anyway...... Or do you dare to do it until your 'father' nails me to the altar?"

Frederick stared at him deadly, his lips trembling. Anger made his lifeless eyes a little more angry. As he clenched his dagger and rushed over, Ante only tugged at the corners of his mouth gloomily, looking at Fili with mocking eyes.

Filly dodged sideways, and his twin swords twisted into Frederick's short sword, but he couldn't take it down. He was wounded more than he expected, and the bone in his right arm was probably broken, and the pain was so painful that he could not exert any strength, so he simply threw away the broken sword and used only the short sword in his left hand to fight the enemy.

He had to restrain Frederick...... But he couldn't touch his body, even though it would make it easier for him to win.

He wasn't sure if Ante knew the damn curse on him. If he knew, he probably wouldn't have risked letting his son be his "food" and stand idly by...... Or maybe that's what he's trying to do. He probably expected that Fili wouldn't really hurt Frederick, but once the little king found out that his "knight" was nothing more than a monster......

The paladin suppressed the panic in his heart and fired another blow.

.

The fight between Fili and Frederick looks more like a sparring. One was too cautious, the other was very irritable, but it was clear that it could drag on for a while.

Ed withdrew his gaze and stared at Ante.

The moment the paladin opened his mouth to provoke, he understood what he wanted to do. Then he had to stumble over Ante when necessary.

But...... What stumbling up, the scabbard in his hand that almost supported his full body weight?

Ed smiled bitterly at himself and continued to glare at Ante steadfastly.

After a moment, Ante finally turned to look at him.

“...... Don't worry. He smirked at him, "You're mine." ”

Ed shuddered unconsciously.

He was standing next to the runes on the ground, and of course he understood what he meant. Even if it wasn't an altar, if he died here, the outcome would be no different - despite having the same bloodline, his soul was definitely not as tenacious as Scott, and in whatever way or in whatever way, he would most likely be crumbled to pieces once he was pulled into another world.

"Whatever he has promised you...... Think of your ancestors. "He's not a god......," he said. Do you really think he'll keep his promise?"

Ante replied with a cold and stiff smile: "What are you...... I don't know. ”

"Perhaps, then, that you would like to tell me a little?" said Ed, "since I am certain to die." ”

He didn't convince Ante, he just tried to get his attention as best he could, while trying his best to squeeze the last of his strength out of every corner of his body and soul.

...... But where does his power come from, and why is he able to cast spells in Lockburg even if he is restrained?

He had thought about this more than once...... And the answer seems to be just around the corner.

Frederick screamed with rage and pain that made Ante jerk back, and the moment he stepped forward, Ed raised his hand to his feet without thinking and uttered the incantation aloud.

The hard stone bricks turned into slippery silt in an instant. Ante's left foot sank in, reaching his ankle. He stumbled, and as he screamed and tried to pull out his foot, the mud turned back into a stone, trapping his left foot firmly inside.

Ed let out a breath, sweat raining down, and collapsed uncontrollably as he tried to collapse to the ground. His heart was beating so heavy that it seemed to shake the flesh of his body, and his eyes blackened for a while. He knew it wouldn't trap Antre for long, but he probably didn't have the strength to stop him one more time.

He looked at Filly. Fili's dagger was pressed against Frederick's neck, but when the little king, who had lost his mind, screamed and rushed forward, he could only roar in exasperation and retreat.

Loud noises echoed throughout the chamber. Ante raised his sword and smashed it into the stone brick that trapped his left foot, and with a single blow, the stone brick easily cracked a few cracks. Ed's heart was pounding and he was hopeful - it was impossible for such a big movement not to be noticed at all, right?

However, in the blink of an eye, Ante broke free. Instead of saving his son first, he roared and rushed at Ed.

Offense against him seemed to be more important than the safety of his son.

Empress Edcang retreated—he really had no choice but to do it. I knew that I would have brought a short sword, but it probably wouldn't be of much use......

"Listen. ”

A thin voice in my ears blew like a breeze.

Ed was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what to listen to, he couldn't even make out whose voice it was, but when he listened unconsciously, he felt like he had really heard something.

There was a muffled thud, and Ante tripped over something, and fell face down to the ground.

In that angry, almost crazy roar, Ed looked up in a daze, surprised and uneasy.

This scene is really familiar...... After all, it only happened once not so long ago. No one knows better than him whose masterpiece it will be.