That, not a joke.

Looking at the clear, blinding sky, Wren Walker did not flee.

I can't and I don't want to.

Without looking at the dead young lieutenant at his feet, with Wren's perception, it was already clear that there were not many people in this coastal town, and that there were not many people in Kortrea anymore.

There were insignificant changes in the plans of the Navy.

Because the mission goal did not escape at the moment, the navy had a greater grasp and time to arrange. While the pirates, who didn't know what they were sick and didn't escape, passed the time to talk, the inhabitants of the city were half-forcedly taken out of what was about to become a battlefield by the navy. There are capitalists who refuse to abandon their commodities and materials and want to stay alive and die, and they are willing to leave only if they take all their property with them.

More and more sailors who had entered the town began to withdraw from the town silently after receiving the order, and only the seemingly large number remained in front of Wren's eyes.

Deserted, this group of stupid sailors in front of you.

The shelling, began.

The situation has developed so far, and it is no longer possible to describe how smooth sailing has been for the navy. It was originally planned to use a small number of forces to contain the target, and then the ten warships that gathered in the harbor would be buried in the shelling under absolute justice, along with the sailors and innocent citizens. Even if it causes the wrath of the Kingdom of Alabastan afterwards, it has nothing to do with their hands-on sailors, and how the big guys above will fight has nothing to do with their humanoid units that pull the trigger.

And in the end, it was not as harsh as the navy thought. Because the target who didn't know what the disease was doing was unexpectedly not going crazy to fight them, if he could, the people of Alabastan would be alive and only the target would be killed, and it would be a happy thing for everyone, neither offending the kingdom of Alabastan nor attacking innocent people.

The innocent citizens were sent out of town by the arbitrariness of a colonel who was three points more beautiful than a beautiful woman. Colonel Charlotte Belfigor, who was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that his subordinates were used as bait for no return, after receiving information from the scene, had completely disobeyed the orders of his superiors and issued an arbitrary decision to save the citizens.

[Don't give the target a chance to be buried in the fire along with that town.] 】

Colonel Charlotte Belfigor, who defied this order, saved the lives of tens of thousands of civilians in the end, and killed the target man perfectly. This man who has no one to support him in his career and acts innocently and ridiculously will have an obvious miserable end in the future.

But it is precisely because he is such a naïve and ridiculous man to the big man above that his stupid soldiers are willing to give everything for this man.

It's like a second lieutenant who used to be a decoy for death, but charged Wren again and again without regrets, and finally fell without accident.

"Hoo ......"

Wren let out a sigh and wiped the blood from his hands on the lieutenant's clean uniform. All the stupid sailors who were bent on death had fallen under his feet, and Wren had no extra feelings for them.

Wren's genre pays attention to the rhythm of breathing, but now he can't breathe steadily.

"Really...... It's just at this time......"

Sighing helplessly, Wren subconsciously raised his hand to cover his chest. In addition to the helplessness of some aspects, it is somewhat regrettable that the upcoming battle is coming.

"It's raining."

With a hint of a raised smile, Wren looked up at the rain falling in this hot country, the pitch-black rain of bullets came from the shelling of ten warships of the headquarters, if there were five more vice admirals and the elite of the naval headquarters, they could form a national-level combat power of the demon slaying order.

As if he suddenly remembered something, he took a step, but the person appeared in an alley outside the street.

The young man who was as motionless as a salted fish lay there, his sword clutched tightly in his hand, and the poor boy was not transferred by the navy as an innocent citizen, like those capitalists who refused to leave, one side was not worth saving, and the other was not at all within the definition of "citizen".

Wren sat on the wooden box, waiting for the bullets to fall. Although it is completely different from the hearty battle that he expected, the navy will never reason with the pirates and be benevolent, and the pirates who can be killed by a single bullet will never be full of food and support a duel with him with a sword.

The tremors soon engulfed all of Cortrea, and the flames and blasts made the town a thing of the past.

The salted fish at the feet, oh no, it's a teenager. The reason for saving him was only because he was implicated by himself, and it was pitiful to die so innocently at a young age, so after finding a suitable reason for himself, Wren casually watched the fireworks around him continue to bloom and turn into brilliant colors, he just sat there, with him as the center, a radius of three meters turned into the only pure land in this sea of fire.

The invisible barrier was constantly covered in the dust of the explosion, and it was washed away by the impact of the new explosion, and Wren, in the thick smoke and fire, was bored and waited for it to end.

The vitality stronger than that of a cockroach surprised Wren many times in just half a day, and when the boy got up from the ground in pain, he was frightened by the exaggerated scenery around him.

How do you feel when you wake up to the blue sky swept up in pitch-black smoke, the sturdy buildings around you exploding like bean dregs, and the deafening sound almost deaf you?

The dirty boy froze for a moment, closed his eyes and continued to lie on the ground.

After opening his eyes again and repeating this three times, he finally determined that he was not dreaming.

"Good morning."

“……”

The boy's reaction was amusementary, and Wren could not see the horror of the situation in those extraordinarily clear eyes, nor the hatred he had for the man who had injured him. Of course, this is not to say that this child is weak-hearted, or that he is not surprised by the city government or anything like that.

Yes, if you want to describe it......

That's right, with a confused face.

Clutching his sword of love, the dirty boy curled up like a small animal, his face sallow and his poor appearance of malnutrition. He looked at the bastard who had cleaned himself up before, but was now protecting himself. If you weren't hungry yourself, you would definitely want this bastard to look good!

The indiscriminate artillery fire looked very scary, but not many actually landed on Wren's side. When the shell fell, the shock wave of the explosion shook the invisible barrier around Rennes, and his body would tremble imperceptibly.

Wren, who was coughing lightly, seemed tired of seeing the dazzling fireworks around him, turned his head and looked at the young man with a face full of pain desperately covering his ears. The blastwave barrier of defense blocked the endless flames and explosions, but had no effect on the sound and vibration.

The boy who was already scarred probably wouldn't last long, and he would be shaken to death by the shock of the explosion.

The ******** boy, who was played with by this torturous sound and vibration, put down the palm covering his ears and instead held the sword in his hand, just when Wren thought that this kid finally couldn't stand it and was ready to commit suicide, this kid unexpectedly calmed down.

Of course, this sword did not have any special magical functions, and the dirty boy began to bleed, bleeding from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyes, but his expression was not much pain, as if he had seen something through this sword, revealing the color of happiness and pain.

Suddenly, a voice forcibly tore through the roar of the artillery fire and clearly fell on the young man's ears.

"Hey, there's a boy on my boat, do you want to come along?"

The dirty boy didn't even react, he felt like he was being lifted like a chick......

Colonel Charlotte Belfigor looked at the sea of fire in front of her without too many complicated feelings. His subordinates have been sacrificed, so in order to be worthy of the trust that is willing to trust his life, he has to finish the work that needs to be done.

Belfigor was not actually the kind of commander who loved his soldiers like children, this sailor who was more beautiful than a woman, he was only doing what he wanted to do so far, and as for his actions that caused many misunderstandings among his soldiers, and then turned into a feeling of worship, he neither agreed with nor objected.

He is just doing what he thinks is justice, his subordinates should not die under the shells of his own people, and those stupid ordinary people have no reason to be buried in order to encircle and suppress a pirate, Belfigor has made his own decision about the [justice] that is becoming more and more bad in the navy.

The justice in his heart made him climb to the position of colonel, and the justice in his heart also made him stop thinking about going further in his career for the rest of his life. Sometimes he wondered if it would be more promising for him to run away and be an unrestrained pirate.

Holding a purple sun umbrella, Belfigor calmly looked at the still burning town, he had no interest in the pirate who was encircled, but he was more and more dissatisfied with the orders issued by the Navy Headquarters, and he really didn't know what to do with the fact that he could sacrifice so many people's lives for a pirate.

It was because of the conviction that there was no reason to survive the bombardment that razed the town to the ground, so when the long corridor of flames was built out of thin air, and the young man covered in blood walked out carrying a teenager, everyone was stunned.

The young pirate who seemed to have blood spilling from the pores of his whole body squinted his eyes, looked at the dazzling sun in the sky, reached out to wipe away the tears mixed with blood from the corners of his eyes, and yawned, Wren turned his head to look at the stunned navy, and asked seriously.

"If it's okay...... Let's fight? ”