At the same time, Byrne bordered Elleman......

"Puff ——!"

Holding down the wound on his chest that had turned into a spot of light, the elven boy with a painful expression knelt on one knee, his shoulders rising and falling violently.

Raising his head with difficulty, his emerald green eyes stared hatefully at the guy in front of him who was carrying a knife and showing a smiling face.

Miscalculated.

Duke Byrne did fulfill his promise, and they did not encounter intercepted pursuers all the way from the Red Blood Fortress to the Byrne border, and the few witchers who followed him were calmly dumped by himself and his sister, and never appeared again.

But what the elven boy didn't expect was that their enemies were not only humans, but also elves like themselves......

"Oops, oops, oops... Lord Anson Zade, why do you bother?" the elf squinted, "playfully" at the elven boy who was kneeling on the ground, and the long knife soaked in blood stained most of his shoulders red:

"The winner has been decided, why are you so unrelenting... Isn't it good to wait for death?"

"I don't give up, it's because I don't have a score...... "Holding up the injury in his chest, a sneer squeezed out of the elf boy's face:

"The second seat of the famous Wei Court, Your Excellency 'Blood Drinking Sword' Sarn!"

In the next second, the "Bright Light Sword" bloomed in the elf boy's right hand, and the dazzling light instantly obscured everything around him.

It also obscured the smirk on the corner of "Saan's" mouth.

Poof——!

The sound of blades clashing with flesh was heard.

"Ahh——!!!!hh

The light dissipated, and the elven boy, who was desperately holding back the pain, collapsed to the ground.

The wounds left from the battle with Dalton Kander have not fully recovered, and they are simply unable to fight an enemy of this level.

In particular, the other party knows a lot about his spells......

"Anson ——?!"

Not far away, the blindfolded elf girl exclaimed.

"Don't come here!" enduring his injuries, the elf boy shouted behind him: "Sister, you don't have the knife by your side now, you can't be the opponent of this murderer!"

"Just give him to me!"

Raising his head, the elven boy's eyes were full of unwilling color.

"Tut-tut... Why bother?" Glancing at the elven boy in disgust, "Sarn": "Seriously, anyway, your blind sister even lost her sword, isn't it good to exchange her for a way to live?"

"I think it's a dead end. Lying on the ground in pain, the elf boy sneered: "The second seat of the dignified Imperial Court, not only failed the mission but also intended to assassinate the Imperial Court Warrior, His Majesty the Eagle King's cronies... Do you know what the fate is?"

But the threatened "Sarn" not only did not panic, but hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Failure, yes... It is because I failed at Ellemont that I have to kill you. Sarn's eyes were cold, and he tilted his head: "The Imperial Court and the Imperial Court have all missed, who can afford such a big mistake? His Majesty the Eagle King has lost face, who should he find to bear this responsibility?"

"So you're trying to kill us and put the blame on two dead people?!"

Syllable!

The answer to the elf boy was a crisp snap of his fingers.

"Yes, otherwise?" The sneer on the corner of Sarn's mouth became more and more hideous: "If it weren't for the Imperial Court Samurai... No, it was the chief of the imperial court who leaked the information, how could such a seamless plan fail?!"

"Kill you both, and everything will be dead without proof; Not only innocent, but meritorious!"

The elven boy who collapsed to the ground pursed the corners of his mouth, and watched motionlessly as the other party raised the long knife soaked in blood, and the blade was aimed at his front door.

And then fall!

"Bell ——!"

Sarn swung his knife behind him suddenly, and a flying bloody blade exploded in the air, making a sound of sharp blades colliding.

The plasma splattered, revealing the figure of an elven girl waving a wooden staff.

"Good! I know you won't watch your brother get killed... Lori Zade. Sarn's face was still smirking: "The traitor's rebellion has been exposed, and the two against one are intent on killing the loyal warriors of the Guardian Court - thank you for giving me such a good reason to kill you!"

"After all, we are all samurai who wield swords for the sake of righteousness, so 'help each other' is also deserved!"

Three blood rays bloomed at the same time, attacking the elf girl from the left, middle and right directions.

"Tell me, how are you going to ...... me if you lose your saber"

Before he could finish speaking, Sarn's face changed.

The elf girl who rose in the air, like a swallow flying through the sky, dodged the blood blade attacking left and right at the same time, and swung out the wooden staff on her waist violently, shattering the last blood blade.

How can it be?!

But he didn't have time to be surprised... In this short moment, the elf girl had already attacked him within three steps.

The wooden staff with the afterimage slashed head-on.

"Bell ——!!!!"

Look at the long knife that stopped the wooden staff and let out a wail, the force of the resonance almost made Sarn unable to parry, and half of his body was paralyzed.

The wooden staff in the opponent's hand is intact!

This, what the hell is this... How could a mere wooden staff put his own saber ......

Click!

The sound of the shattering startled Sarn, and his eyes shone with disbelief.

His own knife turned out to be ......

"Poof——!

At the moment when he confronted the elf girl, a second figure suddenly struck from the other side, and a silver light suddenly appeared.

Is that... Lightsaber?!

Fooled yourself!

Sahn, who only had time to be surprised, had already collapsed in a pool of blood, and the saber in his hand fell to the side.

In the center of the chest, there is a complete and regular circular blood hole.

"So... Who told you that my sister's 'heart slash' can only be used with a knife?"

The elf boy, who had just been "seriously injured and dying", stood up with a sneer at this moment, and said "jokingly" while picking up his saber:

"Lord Sarn, you really deserve to kill that guy. ”

The expressionless elf girl took the saber from his hand, and pressed the tip of the knife against the throat of the dying Sarn, and there was still a trace of unbearability in the corners of her mouth:

"Anson, do you have to kill him?"

"Of course, this is also for the honor of His Majesty the Eagle King. The elf boy who was half-joking, but his eyes were gloomy and terrifying: "If there is no informant, then why would such a seamless plan fail in the end?"

"Someone must have snitched, right, the second seat of the Guardian Court... Lord Sarn?"

The elf girl who heard his thoughts sighed, finally stopped clinging, and turned her back to the young man whose expression was becoming increasingly hideous.

Sarn's pupils had begun to dilate, and he had no strength to refute except for his incessant stretch of hand and pleading expressions.

"So... Don't blame us, blame... Well, don't blame the world, blame yourself. The elf boy waved his hand and sneered: "Arrogant and ignorant of restraint, but he still wants to be a loyal minister in front of His Majesty." ”

"It's a pity that the number of loyal samurai in front of Your Majesty is always limited - there are living loyal retainers, there must be dead traitors. ”

"But you don't care, do you, after all, we're all samurai who wield swords for the sake of righteousness. ”

"Everything... For the sake of the survival of the Azores——!"

...............................................................

Well?

The black-haired wizard with wide-eyed eyes looked at Asriel who was sitting in front of him with his shoulders crossed and an expression of "I'm so capable, don't you praise me sooner".

What the?

"It's... Rod Ill hides in his heart, preferring to expose all the information about the Azores than to cling to the truth that he refuses to tell?"

"For the sake of the Azores...... the righteousness of life and death," the blonde boy who imitated the expression and movements of the bard, chanted in a low voice, and snapped his fingers lightly:

"That's right, that's it!"

Sighing, Loren, with a tired expression, slumped in his chair, holding his chin and looking helpless.

In order to dig this sentence out of the mouth of His Excellency the Elven Warrior, poor Asriel used all his strength to finally get the truth of all this. Shrugging his shoulders, Asriel blinked his large, pure and immaculate eyes:

"It was really difficult to do at the beginning, because His Excellency the Elven Warrior was so persevering that ordinary tricks didn't work for him at all. ”

"So......" Loren looked at him intently.

"So... Poor Asriel had no choice but to find a way to entertain the Elven Warrior in the dream world. The blonde boy smiled happily:

"After all... Asriel is still the god of deception and deceit, and he is very good at talking to his heart, and after a deep friendship, His Excellency the Spirit Warrior finally understood the importance of telling Asriel the truth, and said it himself. ”

"Hmm... Of course, taking the initiative to tell this kind of secret hidden in his heart will inevitably cause a certain degree of mental trauma to him, but this doesn't matter, he is still alive anyway, as long as he is alive and healthy, everything else is trivial!"

Healthy and alive......

Loren, with a slanted gaze, looked at Rod Eyr, who was sitting on the ground in prison, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and his body twitched, and was silent.

If there is still a trace of sanity in his crazy appearance before, then he is really completely crazy now.

"The most important problem is that he is no longer of any use to dear Loren. Asrael looked up and smiled sincerely:

"An enemy that has no use value and is still a threat... What is the need for soft-heartedness?"

Raising an eyebrow, the black-haired wizard didn't say much.

It's better to say that he had this idea when he handed over Rod Yir to Asrael from the beginning.

So......

For the sake of the survival of the Azores... What exactly?

Why would this war determine the survival of a race of the same size as the empire, or even victory?

Could it be that there is something in the Azorean kingdom across the Misty Sea that can threaten the Azorean elves, forcing them to declare war on the Empire?

But if that's the case, then why don't they just tell the truth and ask the empire for help—even if it's just for show, salute first and then soldier, at least it can stand up to the law and feelings, and even if there is a war, they can blame part of the blame on the empire.

As soon as he came up, he used the most extreme assassination methods, so that the empire had to go to war against itself... What good can this do for the Kingdom of the Azores and for the Eagle King?

The blonde boy sitting across from him didn't look as distressed as he did, and his playful gaze still glanced at the elven warrior's face from time to time, and every unintentional eye touch would make the elven warrior's body twitch a little bigger.

It's funny, even the soul has been torn apart by Asrael, but he still recognizes people, and the souls of the elves are indeed not comparable to humans in terms of resisting the corrosion of the void.

Well, I'll tell Loren when I'm tired of playing.

As for now... It was better to divert the attention of dear Loren as soon as possible, lest he notice what poor Asrael had done.

"Asriel thinks, dear Loren, you shouldn't pay too much attention to what is yet to be known. The blonde young man said:

"Dear Loren, more attention should be paid to certain things that are bound to happen. ”

The black-haired wizard frowned slightly: "For example, ......"

"For example... Somewhere we all hate and hate 'Black Cross' Serol. Asriel blinked: "The Kingdom of the Azores has invaded... Such a big thing, dear Loren, do you think this guy will know nothing about it?"

Of course not.

Not only will it not, but even if Asrael directly tells himself that the "Black Cross" Seliol is behind the Azorean invasion, and the Eagle King has become the apostle and puppet of this guy, Loren will not have the slightest surprise.

Because Serol is such a being - Fanesis, Chakar, the Dwarven High King... One more Eagle King doesn't seem to be surprising.

Whether it is the driving force behind the scenes, or pushing the boat with the current, Seliol will not let go of such a good opportunity.

"Secondly......" Asrael, who smiled, stretched out a second finger: "If the 'Black Cross' Serol is really related to the Azorean invasion, he... Well, how will it take advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?"

"It's when the Empire is doing its best to visit the Red Blood Castle when it can't take care of itself......"

"Or completely destroy the entire empire, and let some long-awaited nine-pointed star chalice... Appear in front of it yourself?"

The black-haired wizard was silent, bowing his head in contemplation.

"Either way it doesn't sound like a good ending, especially with the coming enemies, some of whom are not even inferior to Loren, who opened the valve... It will no longer be a stage play in which the outcome of a battle was decided in the past, but it will become a large-scale and wonderful legend, especially suitable for changing into poetry. ”

"And some monster hiding in the shadows, under the void, as long as he waits for an opportunity, a dear Loren has to face the opportunity to be doomed to a fiasco, outnumbered, and has to open the second valve......"

Asriel, with an exaggerated expression, climbed onto the black-haired wizard's chair while gesturing, and his tone became more and more low:

"It can take advantage of the void and enter ......"

"...... Again"

“...... Visit this world he's been waiting for!"