"Childish!" Kodila lunged forward with both hands in hand, twisting her body around and slamming the blade through a beautiful arc against Miloka's sword, breaking the weather-beaten Imperial sword alive. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info's strong momentum tore a half-finger-long wound on the tiger's mouth in Miloka's right hand, leaving him barely able to grasp the broken sword, and the first half of the sword body no longer knew where it had flown to.

"I'll say it one last time, get out of here!" Kodila glared at Miloka, the sword in her hand resting on Miloka's shoulder, pressed against his neck.

Miloka raised her hand to grasp Kodila's sword, her unprotected palm being cut by the sharp blade, and blood trickled down the blade to Kodila's hand. "I don't understand what you and Lord Aleister are talking about, but he's a good man, and I can't let you hurt him. Miloca said with difficulty, he had to grapple with his sword as hard as he could, and the tighter he gripped it, the deeper and more painful the wound in his palm, forcing him to distract himself from controlling his trembling hands.

"You can't save every good guy!" Cordilla shouted as she raised her leg and kicked Miloka in the crotch, smashing the handle into his face as he subconsciously let go of his sword.

Milo Kawan never expected Kodila to perform such a nasty move, being knocked to the ground by an unexpected attack, and his head slammed into the ground, causing him to become dizzy and almost pass out. Before he lost consciousness, he only saw Kodil tugging at Aleister's purple robe.

"Tick-tick-tick-click-" The unconscious Miloca was finally woken up by the incessant sound of dripping, and he tried to open his eyes, but all he could feel was darkness. "Am I blind? no, no!" thought Miloca, fumbling around in horror until her eyes became accustomed to the darkness around her. It was a pitifully small cell, and the cold slate bed was in his hand—buried in the darkness of the innermost part of the cell—except for the rusty iron bar. The pedestal for holding the torches was faintly visible on the wall opposite the iron fence, and the water dripping from the top of the corridor made an annoying sound on the pedestal.

"I thought you would be a savior. From the cell next door to Miloca, a familiar voice rang out, cold and haughty.

"Mistress Frey, is that you?" Miloca asked, clutching the railing excitedly, as if completely forgetting that she was in prison and that an unknown fate awaited her, "what a blessing! Lord Vernal said that you have been executed. It's good you're alive. ”

"Whether it's good or not depends on how we get out. But now that you've been captured, I can't count on reinforcements. ”

"Don't worry, Lord Frey. Knowing that Frei had not died, Miloca felt much more relieved. From the day of the breakout, he was worried about the battle at Ice's Castle, and the relentless pursuit of the enemy forced him to run through the night, and he died of exhaustion before he could leave the snowfield, but Aska taught him a lot of hunting skills, so that he was able to hide his tracks in the academy. Finally got rid of the pursuers, and the violent storm came to take advantage of the fire again. The heavy snow crossed the border of the snow realm and chased it to the tunnel at the foot of the Toaron Mountains before retreating, but Miloka had already been buried in the thick snow, and if it had not happened to be the reinforcements sent by God, he would have become a meal for vultures.