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The vigilantes almost began to doubt themselves.

He was determined to force the dog man and woman to stop the guessing game, which always frustrated and isolated him, no matter what they said, even though it was often the case while they were still in the Tower of Ends.

"So what?" Cohen said angrily, "Do you want to tell us the truth of the matter?"

Raphael looked at him with a subtle gaze.

"Hey!" Cohen unconsciously patted his saber, "I don't mind teaming up with Miranda to deal with you......"

Raphael looked at Cohen's face and suddenly smiled slightly.

"You know, Cohen," the young man in white returned to his usual optimistic tone, "I've always envied you. ”

"Simple world, simple thoughts, simple happiness. ”

"As good as a knightly novel. ”

Cohen was stunned.

Simple......

Knight Fiction ......

Cohen suddenly frowned: This guy is really good at picking a time to scold!

Miranda scoffed.

Raphael looked at Miranda's smile and his eyes moved.

Immediately, he let out a smile.

A sense of familiarity welled up in Cohen's mind.

It seems that when the three of them were still in the tower, it was the same.

"Remember, keep it low, hide," Raphael turned slowly and whispered to them, "Find a place to hide—don't look for someone like Gu anymore." ”

The next moment, Raphael's figure disappeared out of the alley.

"Hey!"

Cohen's face changed, and he was about to chase out, but Miranda grabbed his arm.

"Cohen!" Miranda said faintly, bowing her head, "stop chasing." ”

Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief.

"You just let him go?" the vigilante officer raised his hand and held it in the air in dismay, "the first time we met in three years - you didn't ask anything, including the Sword of Calamity?"

Miranda didn't look up, nor did she look in the direction where Raphael disappeared, she said distractedly: "Don't ask, after all, he still has a secret mission." ”

"And," Arronde's daughter's voice grew quieter, "it wasn't me who 'let him go.'" ”

Cohen looked at the female swordsman suspiciously.

"I," Miranda sighed:

"I can't beat him anymore. ”

Cohen froze.

He looked at the female swordsman with his head hanging in amazement, at the chief of the eight seeds of the Finishing Tower.

Wrong.

Cohen suddenly noticed that Miranda had black hair that should have been tied in a ponytail.

But I don't know when it has dispersed.

Cohen, who remembered something, was shocked.

He lowered his head and found Miranda's headband in the moonlight.

The headline has been broken.

The incision is flat - as if it had been cut by a sword.

Cohen's face changed awkwardly.

This is...... Just when Raphael and Miranda played each other for the first time......

"He?" Cohen looked at Miranda in disbelief: "Raphael just ...... Left?"

Battles between swordsmen are always unpredictable.

To kill a swordsman, perhaps, it is easy.

But show mercy to one of the swordsman's men - that means at least having more than one level of swordsmanship and control over the situation.

The key is...... Cohen clearly remembers that although he ranked second in the overall assessment, Rafael was definitely one of the bottom three in the eight-seeded one-on-one competition.

But now......

Miranda didn't speak.

Cohen gasped for breath as he looked at the rope on the ground and realized that his old friend had indeed become a stranger.

"Miranda," said Cohen, who was in a state of confusion, with difficulty, "the last story you told, what knight and princess...... What does that mean?"

Miranda was silent for a few seconds.

"Hmph, Cohen," Miranda smiled bitterly, "As the son of the 'Twin Towers Swords' Calabyan family, your historical knowledge is really bad. ”

Cohen's face turned red.

All right.

He could only admit it.

But he really didn't know the history of the Kings period! That's what historians should do, isn't it?

"The knight's name is Comora Carlose," Miranda explained in a low voice, looking at the ground and shaking her head, "and the princess, the daughter of his enemy, later became his wife. ”

"What a vulgar plot!"

Cohen frowned, "Wait...... Comora, is that a name that sounds familiar?"

Miranda ignored him, and continued the story on her own:

After that, the knight fought for twenty years, quelled the terrible wars, brought peace and stability, and established his ideal kingdom. ”

Cohen's brow tightened.

The terrible war was quelled......

The ideal kingdom was established......

"Because of the magnitude of his exploits, which were unprecedented, even the patriarch of the Myoshin Church could not find a suitable rite for his coronation and canonization for a while," Miranda chuckled and said quietly, "So the knight's wife knitted a wreath of jasmine with her own hands to crown him." ”

"His subordinates and the people have given him an unprecedented title......"

Miranda said lightly:

"The Supreme Emperor. ”

At that moment, Cohen's mouth opened as wide as he cohen.

"This is the story of the first emperor in history, Comora the Great, who conquered the four directions and established an ancient empire. ”

Cohen's eyes widened, and he kept scratching his hair.

All right...... It seems that his knowledge of history is really poor.

"So, Raphael means ......," Cohen asked hesitantly.

That's when the unexpected happened.

Miranda turned her head and suddenly put her hands on Cohen's broad shoulders.

hugged the vigilant officer.

Then, bury your face in his chest.

Then he pressed the weight of his entire body towards Cohen.

Cohen froze.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds passed.

Cohen looked at Miranda in his arms in a daze.

The next moment, he reacted and was immediately frightened!

What's going on?

Miranda...... The vicious Miranda was in his arms......

That's not right!

That's not how the script is written!

The proverb of the Far East has been said - the wife of a friend, is it not okay......

If she comes to her senses, I'm ......

If Raphael knew, I wouldn't ......

Right now.

"I'm sorry!"

The swordswoman's words, trembling and crying, came from Cohen's arms.

Cohen was stunned.

Crying?

"From now on, you're a wall," Miranda's voice was a little muffled and distorted, "I need to lean on for a while." ”

It was like I was going to cry.

Cohen looked down in disbelief and looked at Miranda.

The appearance of a female swordsman who has always been strong and self-reliant really surprised Cohen more than she threw herself into his arms and confessed to him.

Cohen also noticed that Miranda, who was leaning her face against his arms, was shaking slightly with her hands on his shoulders.

"That, Miranda," Cohen, who was at a loss, had to awkwardly pat Miranda on the back:

"It's okay, you're the Seed Chief of the Tower of Finishing, and the future Duchess of the North, Mistress Miranda Arronde!"

"Whatever happens to you, you can ......"

Wait a minute.

Cohen was stunned.

He remembered Miranda's keen observations.

Could it be ......

"Miranda?" Cohen was stunned, "Did you find something in the battle just now?" so...... Your conversation with Raphael, after the combat contact, starts to get weird. ”

Miranda trembled in his arms again.

Cohen confirmed his conjecture.

"It's Raphael, right, you hit his sword - and you found something!" Cohen gritted his teeth and asked, remembering Raphael's appearance, "Raphael...... What the hell happened to him?"

Miranda winced again.

Cohen looked at Miranda's appearance and felt indescribably sad in his heart.

"I can't tell you, but ......"

"It's bad. ”

With Miranda's hoarse voice, the female swordsman's head leaning on Cohen's arms trembled slightly again:

"Raphael...... Something terrible happened. ”

"It sucks. ”

"Very bad. ”

――――

Valhalla, Council Chamber.

"Say," the long-haired Grand Duke Curikun Ronnie frowned in the firelight, looked at Tails with a strange expression, and said in his usual serious tone, "If Walton really allies with Rumba, what are your plans?"

Tails opened his mouth slightly, a little embarrassed: "Well, it's actually ......"

Right now.

A second footstep was heard outside the stone hall.

The two men in the hall turned their gaze at the same time.

As the shadow moved into the hall, a third person appeared in front of Tails and Archduke Ronnie.

Tails stared blankly.

With a puzzled face, the Archduke of the South of Exeter, Pacius Trudida of the Rebuilding Tower, raised his head, looked at Archduke Ronnie, and then at Tails.

"Oops, oops," Trudida looked at Ronnie with a strange expression, "Your Highness Tails, you didn't tell me that you invited the others - and again, the glorious and proud Ronnie?"

"You're also interested in this kind of machination?"

Grand Duke Ronnie frowned deeply, thinking about something.

Tails smiled awkwardly: "Don't be surprised......"

These two people?

"Kick ...... Step on...... Pedal ......"

There was another sound of footsteps, coming from outside the hall.

Ronnie and Trudida looked at each other, at the visitor.

With the sound of old footsteps, the bald Grand Duke Leco, who was guarding the northern city, slowly paced into the council hall with a cautious face.

Tails exhaled deeply.

Three people?

Three Grand Dukes?

"Huh?" The elderly Grand Duke Leco couldn't help but be slightly stunned when he saw the three people in the field: "It seems that it's quite lively here?"

"Someone seems to be playing us like monkeys?" Trudida stared at Tails with a complicated expression, "The little prince of the stars, but he promised me that we would meet alone......"

"Little ghost," Grand Duke Ronnie said slowly, with a fierce expression: "You ......"

Tails' face twitched, and he squeezed out a smile: "It's not actually what you think......"

"I knew there was a problem!" a distinctly unpleasant voice reached the ears of the four people in the hall.

Tails, Ronnie, Trudida, and Lekozi turned back: the bearded Archduke of Willand, and Rebien Auretheus walked into the council chamber with heavy steps, their faces gloomy.

Tails let out a deep sigh.

Four Grand Dukes.

"It seems," Tails said helplessly, opening his eyes, "Honorable Excellencies......"

"All to the secret overthrow of the Walton royal family......"

"I'm very interested!"

The four Grand Dukes looked at each other, and soon, they understood something.

"I see," Archduke Aletheus looked at the stiff-faced Tails with an angry face, "Little ghost, you won't tell everyone the same thing all over again, will you?"

"I'm really impressed," the long-haired Grand Duke Ronnie sighed and shook his head: "A few words can lure us all over." ”

Tails took a deep breath and took the unkind stares of several Grand Dukes.

"Why don't we wait, wait until the five of us are ready?" said Trudida sarcastically, "maybe that boy from Piffet is on his way?"

Just as Tails was about to endure the interrogation of several archdukes, more and more footsteps sounded.

The four Grand Dukes frowned at the same time and looked around.

In the council chamber, many people dressed as guards and servants streamed in.

Many braziers were lit.

The stone hall suddenly brightened as day.

A familiar voice came from the vicissitudes of life:

"I was really touched. ”

The old man's voice made the four Grand Dukes change color at the same time.

"Fierce and resolute Rebien Auretheus. ”

"The Cunning Pacius Trudida"

"The unsmiling Currikun Ronnie. ”

"And the seemingly loyal Rogers Lecco. ”

"With just a little provocation, the whole four Grand Dukes are suspicious and plotting against your king?"

"I'm not dead yet, am I in such a hurry to aim for Exeter's throne?"

Surrounded by two rows of white-knuckle guards and Nicollet, Nunn Walton VII stepped into his council chamber with a majestic face.

The co-king of Exter came to the high table under the Soul Lance, raised his head, and set his eyes on the four archdukes.

At that moment, Tails suddenly discovered that the figure of the old king was so tall.

Marquis Srice and Putile also came to Tails' side in the crowd, the former nodding to him with his usual smile, and the latter pursing his lips and observing everything in the field.

The four Grand Dukes looked at each other with different expressions, and then looked at King Nunn.

"you, little ghost," Archduke Auretheus snorted and glared at Tails fiercely, "conspire with the king...... Tricked us all?"

"What now, Your Majesty?" Ronnie sat down on the long table without care, "Do you want to punish the four of us when we come to the council chamber?"

"Or is it," Trudida gave Tails a malicious look, sending chills down his spine: "The imp over there, you want to accuse us of plotting against the throne?"

"Our retinue and escort are up there, Your Majesty," Archduke Raiko let out a breath with a complicated expression, "and now is the better time to kill us." ”

Worst.

Tails sighed, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have pulled a lot of hatred.

Tails could only smile and spread his hands: "Actually, these are His Majesty Nunn......"

Just then, King Nunn interrupted him.

"Pasius is right," King Nunn exhaled slowly, his vicissitudes of life but full of majesty echoed through the stone hall, "There is only one thing we have to do. ”

Under King Nunn's sharp gaze, the four Grand Dukes were stunned.

I only heard the old king say slowly in his old but powerful voice:

And so on. (To be continued.) )