an hour ago.

Front.

Robert nervously clenched the sword in his hand, but did not take a step back, he looked at the soldiers who had a faint blue light in their eyes - it would probably be his last......

"Don't give up." Monson said suddenly.

He was stunned as the army began to run towards them.

Now that everything has come to this point, his heart suddenly cleared.

"Enough is enough—in that case, why be afraid! Our homeland is in front of us, and behind us is the homeland we love - why should we retreat! Robert laughed suddenly, his voice accompanied by thunder and lightning, but it was extremely clear, and the result was like thunder and lightning that shook the hearts of those behind him.

Roar - fearless, persistent, on the battlefield, all this may not be entirely in people's hearts. It's just that, at this time, rarely, everyone subconsciously manifests these consciousnesses.

Even if it's death in front of you.

The sky was still overcast, dark clouds entangled, forming a swirling sky, weighing heavily on the pressure - and the shouts seemed to make it retreat slightly.

Seeing that the thin side was about to collide with the other—Robert felt the sound of horses' hooves getting louder and louder—no, not just the sound of running on the other side.

He looked to the other side in amazement, and found that an unknown golden army was swooping down the hillside!

At the top of the hillside, there was a figure that he felt somewhat familiar with—the thin figure was too weak under such a sky, but it was so clear that it was so clear in the eyes of the people.

In particular, this incomparably small existence - but let an army suddenly appear and relieve them of the siege.

The one, a girl with white blonde hair.

She has blue-purple eyes, comes from the Wyzdem family, and is the only one, the Duke of Wyzdem.

Fitney Wizdem.

As she stood on the hillside, looking at the rushing army, her gaze turned behind her—there was a blonde man, standing at the bottom of the hillside, dressed in armor, with a heavy aura like mountains and seas—the breath of a real, king.

Not only his own majesty, but also the absolute "power" generated by the people's trust.

"Your Majesty Arthur." Fitnay glanced at the Sword of Kings in his hand and handed it out with both hands, "Thank you for your continued kindness and care—this is, it's yours." ”

The owner of the Sword of Kings itself is King Arthur.

"Sometimes, I wish it could continue to protect you—summoning me with a sword means you can no longer use its powers." King Arthur took the sword and slowly raised it in his hand, "But—maybe there will be some other use, after all, the power you hold is not the same as it used to be." ”

Fitney was silent for a moment, glanced at his hand, and then said, "Please—you." ”

Arthur smiled, and then, with his sword, stepped onto the hillside.

As he stepped onto the hillside, in a swirling dark cloud—the sword pierced the heavy gray, causing the sunlight that had been blocked out to break through the darkness and light King Arthur's golden hair, and he slowly opened his eyes, accompanied by a cry to the king—and in an instant, this support army broke through the army belonging to the Holy See, engulfing it and tearing it apart.

Seeing this, Fitnet breathed a sigh of relief.

Caught up.

Originally, between Shevrin and the front, she could only choose one, and no matter which one she chose, there were hidden dangers. Until she remembered the last power that the sword of kings carried—

Everything is a foregone conclusion.

The golden army easily broke through the army of the Holy See and emerged victorious.

Seeing that everything was over, Fitney also looked at Arthur and raised his sword slightly.

So, next......

Fitnair was about to turn her head when suddenly, a sharp thorn reached out in front of her!

Her eyes widened, and then she felt herself being pushed into a vortex by a tremendous force!

"Duke Wizdem!"

"Your Excellency!"

Everyone who saw this scene was amazed.

"What the hell is she ......" Robert saw this, slightly worried, but at the same time, he also saw that the golden army slowly dissipated, all of this was like a dream.

A nightmare, he finally woke up. =========================

"Ed, how much you love her."

Ed's body froze.

"Ronay?" Wicker "reacted" earlier than Ed - frowning, "Setanein, you're ......"

"Ed, you don't care if humans live or die." Seeing that Ed didn't answer, Setin continued.

"Let her go." This time, Ed spoke.

Fitney's eyes were fixed on Ed, but even his mouth was covered - he couldn't even speak.

No one knows what she's trying to say – help? Apparently not, she looked into Ed's eyes, expressing that the weight in her heart seemed to lean more towards "Ed" than herself.

Eddard lowered his head slightly from her eyes, and took a step forward, facing the sharp thorn that roared towards him, his steps were still graceful, but the speed was not as gentle as it was graceful, but surprisingly fast, and only the black afterimage could be seen moving—on the whole, very steadily moving towards Fitney.

What Fettnay saw—her eyes widened a little more.

She saw that Ed sometimes paused briefly before his hands ...... Her gaze could pass through his hand.

"Can't hold it anymore, Eddard - is it really going to be like this until he's gone completely?" Setin sneered.

Ed didn't stop.

He walked towards Fitney step by step, not even caring about Setane who was in front of Fitney.

Even though his speed seemed to be getting slower and slower, Fitney felt his body become more and more transparent.

"Really...... Incomprehensible. Setin looked at him who was not far away, and sighed slowly.

Brush ——!

The chains on Fitney's body were loosened, and her body fell limply, a few drops of crystal light flickering in the air.

Ed held out his hand.

Click——!

"Don't!"

"Ed?!"

However, Ed's body was pierced by the thorns, which were stained with a clear layer of Ed's blood, but he still caught Fitney.

As the thorn withdrew, he fell to the ground weakly, and Fitnair fell beside him.

Blood seeped into the thorns, all of which made the swirls behind Setain even heavier, and so did the pressure around him, becoming more and more intense.

"Ed!" Fitnair didn't seem to notice all this, she endured the pain in her body, put one hand on Ed's wound, and saw that her hand was immediately red with blood, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

Wickel wanted to move, but couldn't, and looked at Setin in surprise, only to find that his eyes were completely covered in dark blue.

"Don't cry." Ed slowly raised his hand, trying to touch the corner of Fitney's eye, but could only lift half of it—and with a soft sound, Fitney pulled his hand and let him touch his cheek.

Eddard's power comes from Arendia, a powerful ability to manipulate magical power, and that's how it ended.

When she knew the so-called magic cycle, her love for the person in front of her increased every day, and the realization that he was about to die became clearer and clearer.

His death is an established fact.

But......

She couldn't take it.

It is also irretrievable.