"Master Frey, leave it to me!"

- Joanna

……

"Giggles!"

Frey and the others walked by, and the monsters locked in the iron cage were all letting out a creepy laugh, like mockery. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Brute! Sooner or later, you will all be wiped out of this world! ”

A soldier walking near the iron cage drew his sword and pointed at the monster in the iron cage and cursed.

"Giggles!"

But the monster in the iron cage was not afraid of the silver sword in the soldier's hand, and still giggled.

This scene made the weak Frey frown slightly.

Obviously, many attacks by monsters have been repulsed, and the "God-given Wall" built around the eight "central fortresses" is nearing completion.

But the monster in the iron cage still widened its eyes and giggled, even a little more calmly than the way the monster screamed and jumped before the attack began.

Frey didn't think that the monster in the cage was ignorant of the outside world.

Before the monster's attack on the Holy Land began, the monsters who were imprisoned under the dungeon of the royal capital also couldn't see any outside world, but they screamed and jumped excitedly, as if they had been guided by some kind of unknown, and knew very well about the monsters that were about to attack from the outside world.

Now that the monsters have been repulsed several times, it is certainly impossible for them to be completely unaware.

But in the wide eyes of the monster in the iron cage, there was no frustration and disappointment, only with the calmness of being about to win, looking forward to what would happen.

"Lord Frey, let's go down and rest first."

Joan of Arc, who was holding Frey, woke up Frey, who was deep in thought.

"Hmm."

Frey verbally responded, but was still not reassured.

"Wayne, you're keeping an eye on these monsters, if there's anything unusual, go down and inform me immediately."

"Yes, Lord Frey."

Wayne answered, and walked straight to the iron cage, staring at the wide-eyed monster in the cage through the iron cage, without any fear at all.

Joan of Arc and the others, who continued to help Frey down, stopped in front of an empty cell.

"Lord Frey, this is the cell I ordered to be cleared especially for you, and you will be there these days."

But Frey shook his head, "No, Joan of Arc, help me over there." ”

As he spoke, Frey struggled to raise his hand and gesture to the cell in the corner.

"Huh?"

Joan of Arc was puzzled by Frey's request, but complied with Frey's orders and helped Frey away.

At the same time, he waved his hand and motioned for the soldiers behind him to stand back, afraid that Frey had something important to say to her.

"No, let's come along." But Frey's words were not what Joan of Arc expected.

The soldiers who had been ordered looked at each other for a while before they followed.

"Witch! How to untie the shackles! ”

The scene in the corner cell caused several soldiers who followed to shout, and "Boom" drew their swords and protected Frey's side.

Joan of Arc also pulled out the long silver knife on her back with one hand and pointed it at the girl in the cell.

In the cell that Frey was referring to, the witch girl, who had been firmly locked in shackles, was combing her hair without any restraints.

"Huh? You guys! ”

The girl who was combing her hair in the dungeon turned her head and cried out in fright by the sudden scene.

With a shake of his hand, he dropped the comb in his hand to the ground.

But when she looked closely, she saw that the scarred Frey was protected by everyone in the middle, and the girl shouted in panic, "Lord Frey! Are you okay? ”

"It's okay, with you, how can I be fine." Frey quipped.

"Huh? Master Frey, do you know each other? Isn't the dungeon forbidden to anyone without the Queen's permission? ”

The acquaintance-like conversation between the two surprised Joan of Arc.

"Uh...... This and this...... It's a long story, and I don't know what to say. ”

Frey, who was asked, also scratched his head, his eyes dodging, not knowing how to answer.

"Lord Frey, isn't it just to replenish the magic and cook food for them...... Hmmm! ”

Seeing that the girl was about to speak completely, the weak Frey staggered forward with the last bit of strength, and covered the girl's mouth in a hurry.

"Lord Frey! It turned out to be you? ”

But it was too late, and the girl's words still allowed Joan of Arc and a few soldiers to vaguely learn the truth about the "Miracle Wheat".

The favor of King Arthur's son of God?

Even the nonsense that Anna and Alan, who are the sons of Arthur's daughter, did not believe it, of course.

Now, finally understand who did it.

"No, no, no, don't listen to her."

The intimate contact of Frey covering the girl's mouth also made the girl's face slightly red and no longer struggled.

But casually exposed Frey's secret, and the girl's face was a little apologetic.

However, Joan of Arc and several soldiers were not stupid enough to do so.

"Admit it, Lord Frey, if there is anyone else who can do it except you, who has magic, the wheat that ripens overnight?"

"Okay, it's me, but don't tell me, in this situation, Arthur, as the former king, is of course much better than me, an evil wizard, to save the Holy Land."

Frey, who was exposed, had no choice but to admit and let go of the red-hot girl.

But he couldn't help but glance at the girl with a little reproach.

"Uh-huh! Mistress Frey, Joanna was wrong. ”

The girl named Joanna was also frightened by Frey's eyes, and she was afraid that Frey would be angry and never come to see her again.

"Forget it, I won't blame you for this, but in the next thing, you must give me a good performance."

Frey looked at Joanna's frightened appearance and stopped pursuing it.

"Huh? What's next? ”

Listening to Frey's words, Joan of Arc and several soldiers were confused.

But Joanna was like a spirit, with the motivation to make up for it, and a confident face, "Lord Frey, don't worry, this is on me!" ”

With that, Joanna stretched out her slender hand and held it in front of Frey.

"Wow"

A blue motive force as warm as water emerged from Joanna's palm like a stream, covering Frey's scarred body.

"This? There won't be any surprises, right? ”

Faced with the unknown power, Joan of Arc frowned a little worriedly.

But in the next second, under the cover of the blue molis, Frey's wound continued to heal and heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What!" Surprise also replaced the original worry on Joan of Arc's face.

Several soldiers were equally wide-eyed, incredulous.

They have the impression that witches are a symbol of evil and destruction.

The ability to heal? I just feel that I have nothing to do with the evil witch at all.

But Joanna, who was as warm as water in front of them, and Frey's constantly improving injuries, completely shattered their understanding.

Looking at a few big-headed soldiers with surprised faces, Joanna showed a little smugness.

After a while, under Joanna's healing, Frey's scars all over his body had completely healed.

It even looks healthier than its original skin.

"This, it's amazing!"

Frey, who was constantly trying to move his hands and feet, made Joan of Arc sigh.

Frey, who confirmed that he was in good health, twisted his neck and said to Joan of Arc and the others, who were also scarred, "By the way, you are also injured, let's try the power of witches." ”

"The power of witches?"

Joanna, who was gentle in front of her, also let Joan of Arc walk slowly.