"They come like a tidal wave, their wings covering the sky, their feet shaking the earth......"

- John's Memoirs of a Crusader

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Fray grabbed Joan's fluffy wolf tail and dragged Joan, who was limp all over, to the torture instrument that was supposed to be used to hang the witch. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Regardless of whether Joan, who was lying on the ground and crying, was willing or not, he lifted his hand and lifted the light Joan by his tail.

"Whew~"

Joan, with her feet off the ground, let out another trembling cry, and her limp hands, feet, and body sagged weakly with gravity.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his little pink tongue spit out a little uncontrollably.

The wolf's arrogant posture before had already been pulled by Frey's tail to the point that only the dog's embarrassment remained.

Frey gently threaded Joan's fluffy wolf tail through the ring-shaped torture instrument from which the witch had been lifted.

With a bend of his hand, he knotted Joan's tail in the round torture bond.

"Lord Frey...... No...... Don't ......" Joan, whose eyes were already half-narrowed, watched Frey step aside, his hand resting on the switch that raised the torture instrument, and made another faint sound.

I saw Frey smile as he looked at Joan, who had already left his hands and feet off the ground, and pulled his hand on the lifting switch.

"Whew...... Uh-huh......"

The torture instrument suddenly rose, and the force of Joan's tail pulling up made Joan's two pointed wolf ears tremble, and another trembling wolf howl.

The mouth was no longer closed, and the little pink tongue was completely spit out like a dog, and the body kept trembling.

Frey walked over to Joan, who was being lifted, and reached out and gently rubbed Joan's fluffy wolf ear, "It feels good"

Frey's "final blow" was also like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making Joan, who lowered her head, tremble at the end with a "whoop~".

After that, he was completely like a dead dog, his eyes were completely squinted by Frey's hand, and he couldn't control his intermittent "whooping" in mid-air, and his body trembled in the darkness with Frey's rubbing hand.

"Heh" Seeing that the hanging Joan was being trained by himself and screaming, Frey let go of Joan's fluffy ears with satisfaction, walked to the side and picked up Aisha who had fallen to the ground.

"Hmm!" Being picked up by those familiar and unfamiliar hands in the dark, Aisha was a little surprised.

If she remembered correctly, this should have been the first time she had touched Frey's body.

That burst of temperature made Elsa involuntarily lean into Frey's arms, "Lord Frey......"

But Elsa hadn't been immersed for long, and in the dark, a big slap suddenly hit her on the ass.

The pain brought by the big hand on the ass made Aisha "Hmm! He cried out, a little overwhelmed.

"Next time, if you dare to say anything irrelevant or something, it's good to have you!"

But hearing Frey's voice in the dark, Aisha suddenly realized, and tears flowed from her eyes, "Yes, Lord Frey......"

Seeing Aisha shrink into her arms again and cry "woo woo", Frey, who left with Aisha in her arms, only smiled slightly.

"Whoa! Uh-huh! ……”

But Frey had just walked up to the first floor to the dungeon where the monster was being held, but stopped because of the monster's unusually excited screams.

"Whew, what's wrong? Mistress Frey. ”

Aisha, who had been crying, slowly stopped, glanced at everything around her and seemed to understand something.

I saw that the monsters that were originally waiting quietly in the iron cage were now all like chicken blood.

Several ghouls who were locked together kept clawing and biting at the cage with their claws and sharp teeth, breaking them with their two claws.

The centaur who was alone in an iron cage also raised his two front hooves high, and kept stepping on the ground hard, making a neighing sound.

The winged monster also waved its wings and used its body to continuously attack the sturdy iron cage.

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"Monsters, what's wrong with these monsters?" Frey frowned as he looked at the restless monster in the iron cage.

It's not just a few monsters in the iron cage that are restless, but all the monsters in the entire dungeon are restless.

Frey also noticed that the eyes of these monsters, which had always been godless or round-stared, had all changed.

That kind of look, if explained by human cognition, should be excitement or anticipation of something happening.

"Could it be...... Is the Black Tower really going to fight back? ”

Thinking of the frequent outbreaks of witch awakenings in the Holy Land when he was unconscious, Frey always felt that this could not be a simple coincidence, perhaps there must be some connection between the two.

Thinking of this, Frey no longer hesitated, hugged Aisha in his arms, walked up quickly, and ran out of the dungeon of the royal city.

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After a while, Wang Cheng was on the ninth floor of the dungeon.

Joan, who had been hoisted, was finally put down by Arthur, who came in person.

"Your Majesty King Arthur! Subordinates are incompetent! Please ask His Majesty King Arthur to allow his subordinates to go and arrest him again! You won't be disappointed this time! Joan, who had been put down, struggled to get up, got down on one knee in front of Arthur, and bowed her head deeply.

Remembering where Frey had been pulling his tail and rubbing his ears before, Joan gritted her teeth and just wanted to break Frey's body to pieces now.

"No need, you can leave this matter alone."

"What! Your Majesty King Arthur, I know you admire Lord Frey, but is it really good to let him break into the dungeon like this and rob the prisoner without punishment, as the king of the Holy Land?

Besides, that one could be a witch from the Black Tower! How could you just let her go! Hearing Arthur's words, Joan suddenly became anxious.

"Joan, Aisha is innocent."

"Innocent? How can you see that the subordinates are offensive and outspoken? ”

"Because I knew from the beginning who the real 'spy' of the Black Tower was."

"His Majesty King Arthur already knows? Then why ......" Joan was a little incredulous.

But before Joan could finish speaking, Arthur interrupted Joan again, "Don't ask, there are some things that are not yet public." ”

Speaking of this, Arthur sighed again, "Joan, I know these things sound contradictory, but there are times when sacrifice is necessary for the sake of the final victory.

You've been with me for so many years, you should be able to trust me, right? ”

"Of course, Your Majesty King Arthur, but ......"

In the end, she wanted to talk and stopped, but she still didn't ask.

If we already knew about the 'spies' of the Black Tower, why did we let so many surface fortresses be destroyed by witches, and why did we let so many people of the Holy Land die at the hands of witches.

Joan couldn't understand.

But she bowed her head in front of King Arthur without objection.

Because she has no father and no mother, Joan, who was raised by Arthur since she was a child, certainly knows Arthur's personality.

Joan, who was given the surname "Pendragon" by Arthur, already regarded Arthur as her father.

After years of upbringing, years of training, and years of fighting, Joan, who has always been by Arthur's side, even knows Arthur better than Arthur's two own daughters, Anna and Anne.

When I was a child, I would silently cover myself with a quilt for kicking the quilt.

After training, you will gently rub your ears for reward.

In order to protect his own subordinate during the battle, he did not hesitate to use his arm to directly face the fangs of the monster for himself.

As the king of the Holy Land, this identity is even more indiscriminate.

Stoop down in the dungeon to pick up the fruit of the ground for your people.

Lead the charge on the battlefield for your own soldiers.

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All this has already made Joan unconditionally believe in obeying Arthur, even if Arthur calls her to die now, she will not hesitate.

Regarding Arthur's "contradictory" approach, Joan still bowed her head.

"As for Frey's no-brainer, I'll make him pay later.

You get up first, now in addition to the awakening of the witch, there is an even more difficult problem. Seeing that Joan closed his mouth and stopped asking, Arthur turned and left, talking as he went.

"More difficult questions?" Hearing Arthur's words, Joan quickly stood up and caught up, and couldn't think of any problem that could be more difficult than the witch's awakening.