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"Bring Morrigra into the gang?"

United City Wenger - Theresa Goldfinch is in the tavern, communicating with Hester in his spare time, and also learning about the discussions of the so-called nobles.

"There's something wrong with that Hammer City Lord, and I have some suspicions that she's not dead at all. Hester was very calm at this point, "These arrangements of hers are very strange. ”

As the lord of Hammer City, if he really has a conflict with Morrig, why would he choose such a harmful method to harm others and himself, and even take his own life?

And did she know about that technical instability in the first place?

Meantime...... Is she really dead?

The body eroded by the black mist was no longer distinguishable.

If you analyze it carefully, you will feel that this situation is different from what Morrig said.

"Why don't you say Morrig is lying?" said Goldfinch.

"But it's more beneficial to help him in the transit place than the Lord of Hammer. Hester couldn't help but say.

"Benefits...... The existence of the north is incompatible with the transit in any way - forget it, that's another story. Goldfinch frowned and tapped on the armrest of the chair, "What is the condition given by Morrig." ”

"Help him take back control of Hammer, and he'll support the remedia. But—who knows if it's a help or a drag on the North to support the remedial?" Hester sighed.

Hester needed someone who was familiar with Hammer, but Morrig was a bit difficult for him to control.

But that's already the best option.

"Do you know who the man who helped Morrig?" asked the Goldfinch again.

There must be some help behind Morrig, but this help is not enough, so he will look for Hester.

Did he then take into account the possibility of their refusal? or—as he had already affirmed, in this case, they could only agree to so?

“...... Up in the air. Hester wondered when he thought about it.

The goldfinch lowered his eyes and thought.

It seems that these people in the north seem to be brewing something, but there is an accident.

What is the element of the accident, is this game of chess completely messed up, or is it controlled by the hands of a mastermind behind the scenes?

“...... That's right. You say, Jolina gave the opinion of the committee. Goldfinch said.

"Yes. Hester nodded, "Wenger lost a lot of people in the accident that day, and Jolina can only do this when she doesn't get the family's permission. ”

"Then make good use of it. "Although it is just to prevent those nobles from doing their business, there is nothing wrong with taking this opportunity to investigate." ”

"Okay. I'll look it up. Hester replied.

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When the goldfinch had heard this, she did not speak again, and then, as if remembering something, she arose, and walked towards the window, where she stood and looked into the distance.

“...... Where has Shul gone?" followed her gaze, and it suddenly occurred to Hester that he had never seen Shull.

"Well, I'm going to do you a favor. The goldfinch replied.

"Huh?"

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When ——!

Wenger Red Fox - François squinted as he watched the guards who had killed him, and the ...... who walked slowly Luke Santa Fes.

"You ......" His voice was a little hoarse, and the screams of his subordinates and colleagues, cries for help, rang in his ears.

Outside this room, there was already blood in the sky.

"I'd love to hear from you, after all, in a way—" Ryuk looked at him with a cold look in his eyes.

In fact, I had no intention of "struggling".

But......

"Usurper. François said suddenly, this voice was not an accusation, and there was no resentment, but the heaviness of it made Luc feel breathless for a moment.

He had nothing to say.

Usurpers - for these nobles, there is no such thing as tradition, or rather, their present habits are long gone.

Everything is no longer the same.

"Yes, then take these words and curse me in the arms of Arendia. Ryuk looked at him, unfazed.

From today onwards, it will be known that there is a usurper in the Red Fox who tried to harness the power of the north but failed miserably, and Ryuk Santa Fes promptly ruled out this danger.

— but that's not the story.

Ryuk looked at him, the sword in his hand glowing coldly.

The screams in my ears are still there, and they are intertwined into a part of this war song, giving the illusion of a mixture of misery and heroism, like a strong wine in the throat, choking people without a word.

François closed his eyes.

Luke sighed softly.

The struggle, once begun, will not allow any understanding on either side.

"Ryuk—I've been preparing for so long, how can I lose like this?" but soon, François opened his eyes slowly, those sharp eyes that came from both directions, and at this time he would not be timid because Ryuk was Sainte-Fes—and he had never been timid.

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly changed color—

"Watch out for ......!"

The pure black was as heavy as a basin of ink, and the black was pouring out in an instant, like some wave—

Crazy catharsis, caught off guard!

Uproar——!

Luke hadn't thought about this possibility at all, and when he was about to be hit by this black, he suddenly found a person standing in front of him-

"Shure?" Ryuk was stunned.

Shure had heard about Ryuk's arrangement, and had only been on the sidelines.

Now it's suddenly.

Wait—those are black fogs!

Ryuk immediately came back to his senses and tried to pull him away, only to find that when the black mist touched Shur's hand, it seemed to melt into clear water and disappeared without a trace......

How is this possible?

Ryuk couldn't believe it, and when he looked up at Shure again, there was a solemnity on his face that he had never felt before—his golden eyes were as bright as the sun.

"You...... You are...... Holy Dragon ......" François was also surprised, his mouth and nose kept gushing black blood from the reckless practice, and as he spoke, his tone became incredulous for the first time, "No...... The Holy Dragon has ......"

"As long as this continent exists, it will always exist. Even if the people have abandoned the Holy Dragon. Shuer shook his head and clenched his fists, and the black mist was completely crushed by him.

When he said this, he didn't mean to complain.

It's just a matter of stating that fact.

"Even then, I still have to do my duty, after all, not for any race. Shure added, "But that's not something you need to understand. ”

It's hard to imagine that this is what he would say.

It seems that the picture just now is so exciting that even people like him have broken the image that they have always had.

Or rather...... He was meant to be that kind of person.

Although he treats others gently, he is just an empty shell composed of countless "memories".

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