I will be crowned king

"clang!"

The burst of fire blocked the narrow knight's sword only a few centimeters from Draco's throat.

"He is your friend?"

The elf princess looked at Ludwig, who had drawn his sword to block her, with a hint of surprise in her solemn eyes - in her original idea, the other party should take this opportunity to escape.

"No." Ludwig said coldly:

"But he is a Clovis—albeit the worst kind of Clovis."

"I am a Clovis soldier, and it is my duty to protect my king and my people..."

Draco stood between the two of them with his hands raised, his face full of awkward smiles stiff, cold sweat falling from the top of his head like a waterfall, his whole body tense and motionless.

Ludwig, who was too lazy to pay attention to him, held the hilt of the knife in his right hand tightly, and his attention was completely on the elf princess opposite - the future elf queen in "someone's" mouth, Freya Moses Field.

She held the knight's long sword tightly in her hand - the tapered blade was specially forged to pierce armor. It was far bulkier than a saber or an officer's sword, and was neither convenient nor flexible. For most armies of this era, , is an "obsolete" weapon.

But such a heavy and outdated weapon was held tightly by a weak and boneless catkin, as light as a quill, sharp and deadly.

Ludwig was not sure whether this was the "power" of the Yisel elves or the power of the "spell caster".

There was only one thing he was sure of - the revolver at his waist only had six bullets, and there was not much chance of missing the moment he pulled the trigger.

The head and heart, only by hitting these two locations at the same time can a caster be killed.

"very good."

Freya slowly withdrew her smile, and her blood-filled pupils became colder:

"Then let's get you together..."

"Wait!"

Draco, who was caught in the middle, suddenly spoke and suddenly raised his hands in a standard surrender gesture recognized around the world: "I have something to say!"

"Louis! Louis is still alive, he's not dead!"

The elf princess's expression was startled, and the blood in her pupils showed signs of fading slightly.

Ludwig frowned, and he almost missed shooting. He didn't understand what this guy was trying to do.

"The former commander-in-chief of the Praetorian Guard, Louis Bernard...he is still alive!" The novelist, who was shaking like chaff, broke into a cold sweat and his voice involuntarily raised an octave:

"He's alive! He's alive and well, unscathed!"

Freya looked a little unbelievable, but the next second her pupils were filled with blood again:

"lie!"

"I didn't lie, really!"

Draco screamed and pointed to Ludwig behind him in a panic: "Him! He can testify that everything I said is true, really!"

Feeling Freya's sudden gaze, although he didn't know what Draco was playing, Ludwig didn't think he had any need to lie to hurt an elf girl.

"It's true, Louis Bernard is not dead - we captured him alive."

"Then now...?!" The elf girl's face showed a trace of eagerness and panic.

"Now...he should be at the border between the Empire and the Kingdom of Clovis, heading to the Principality of Adlan - his father's territory."

Ludwig said righteously: "I assure you in the name of the Franz family that before entering the empire, Sir Louis Bernard was not subjected to any abuse or humiliation, nor was he subjected to any blackmail or threats. "

"We are enemies and rivals on the battlefield; but as a knight, I admire his character and will never do anything to embarrass him or myself!"

"Really?" Freya's expression was still very unbelievable.

"Believe it or not, it's up to you." Ludwig said without changing his expression, looking very calm:

“Not many people know about this, but it’s not a secret—didn’t even this bastard get the information?”

Freya's expression became serious. She stared into the commander-in-chief's eyes, as if desperately trying to find evidence that he was lying, but the little hand holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Ludwig remained unmoved and remained extremely vigilant.

The dead silence lasted for a minute. Freya, whose face became increasingly grim, gradually regained her composure and nodded solemnly to the Commander-in-Chief:

"I believe you - your mental fluctuations and heartbeat tell me that you are not lying."

Draco, who was sweating profusely, finally let out a sigh of relief. It was a cool forest night in June, but his whole body seemed to be almost dehydrated.

He was just about to take over Ludwig's words. He first comforted Her Royal Highness Princess Freya, who was mentally unstable, analyzed the interests of both parties at hand, and then told two cold jokes to liven up the atmosphere...

But things didn't turn out the way he expected.

The moment he breathed a sigh of relief, the long sword in Freya's hand drew a string of sparks on Ludwig's blade and stabbed towards his neck.

"Wait for me……"

The desperate novelist was about to say something when he felt an unstoppable force coming from his lower back, causing his bruised cheek to come into close contact with the ground again.

"Get down!"

The moment the roaring Ludwig kicked the novelist down, his left hand that drew the gun simultaneously pulled the trigger.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Six consecutive shots - three shots to the head, three shots to the heart, blocking all angles from which to dodge and block.

Then, with his wide-open pupils, he saw the screaming lead bullet "burning" at an astonishing speed the moment it rushed out of the muzzle - when it actually touched the elf girl, only ashes without even smoke were left. .

But the long sword in Freya's hand had turned into a silver light, attacking Ludwig with a momentum that could tear apart the armor.

Before the blade of the sword reached him, the strong wind that tore him apart caused him to have the hallucination of "seeing death."

"clang!"

The blade and the blade came into "close contact" again, and the powerful blow made Ludwig almost lose his weapon. The word "shocked" perfectly describes his expression at this moment.

"You——" Ludwig's expression was almost distorted.

"For the sake of Louis still being alive..." Freya said coldly, her blood-red eyes no longer able to see the pupils:

"I give you the punishment of the stake - you will burn in My agony."

"Turn into ashes and repay Louis for the humiliation he has endured!"

As he finished speaking, Ludwig suddenly felt that the air around him began to become dry - even though the battlefield was hundreds of meters away, he felt as if he was standing next to a crater that had just exploded.

Freya didn't give him any time to hesitate. The knight's long sword, whose blade began to turn slightly red, rolled up a billowing wave of heat and continued to slash towards Ludwig.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Sparks exploded, and the powerful and heavy blows forced Ludwig to retreat continuously; as an officer with a former gunner's background and the biological son of the Archbishop, one-on-one combat was not what he was good at, and he had only received some training. Just basic training.

At the same time, through the girl's movements, he could also see that the elf princess in front of him had not received any actual combat training, and was just using brute force to swing around at will.

But this does not weaken the sense of oppression brought by the elf girl at all, it is even stronger!

Wherever the two of them passed, the weeds on the ground dried up and shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the soil became hardened and cracked bit by bit; and the more they withered, the stronger the indescribable feeling of heat became.

"鈶鎯——!"

The moment the blade and the sword light touched, the sparks suddenly ignited into a raging fire, and Freya's slashing sword light rushed towards Ludwig.

Ludwig had no time to dodge and could only squat down on the spot, holding the knife in front of him with both hands.

First there was a loud sound of sharp blades clashing, and then the golden-red flame was like a flowing entity, completely engulfing Ludwig's figure.

"boom!"

Along with Draco's exclamation, dazzling fireworks bloomed in the forest; wherever the smoke and dust were filled, there was scorched earth.

But there was no joy on Freya's face as she was getting revenge. Instead, she was... stunned.

The smoke and dust dissipated, and Ludwig, who was squatting on the ground, was completely intact. Only the military uniform on his body had faint burnt marks on his body, and a faint golden light appeared on his body at some point.

"you……"

Freya's expression was slightly surprised.

"The bloodline of the Holy Grail Knight. The effect is that before I am fatally injured, it can make me 'wear armor' - allowing me to withstand a six-pound solid bullet without dying." A self-deprecating smile appeared on Ludwig's face:

"It's not a useful ability, but my adjutant said that if I don't keep practicing, he won't allow me to come within one kilometer of the battlefield."

The moment the words fell, the golden-red sword light struck like thunder.

The entire knight's sword has been covered in golden-red firelight, and everything it touches is filled with billowing heat waves!

"clang!"

The moment the sharp blade touched, bursts of fire burst out from the blade, and the long knife in Ludwig's hand let out a harsh whine.

"Keep your distance!"

Draco, who was hiding not far away, suddenly shouted to this side: "Don't get close to her, keep your distance - at least keep a distance of more than twenty meters!"

"The distance that the caster can control is limited, and she cannot distort the reality outside the casting range!"

Freya's expression suddenly became ferocious, and her angry bloody eyes suddenly looked back behind her:

"Traitor, die!"

The panicked novelist squatted down decisively with his head in his hands, and his whole body shrank into a ball in an instant.

"boom!"

There was a roar, and a big tree behind him that was as thick as a person embracing it exploded from the center of its trunk, and the rising flames turned into an extremely eye-catching "torch".

Ludwig did not waste the opportunity he had worked so hard to gain. He turned around and ran away to distance himself from the elf girl; golden-red flames continued to explode around him, chasing and intercepting him.

Draco, who had escaped death, was lying under the burning tree, looking fearfully at the elf girl who was chasing after Ludwig.

"boom!"

The fire suddenly exploded in front of him, and the scalding heat wave mixed with gravel and dust hit him head-on. Ludwig, who realized that he was being outflanked, immediately changed his direction and threw himself to the side.

Suddenly, in the direction where he fell, a dazzling golden-red light came from bottom to top, heading towards Ludwig's neck.

"clang!"

There was a crisp collision sound, and the overwhelmed saber was split into two while blocking the fatal blow. The broken cross section of the blade was still glowing with the residual heat left by the flames.

Ludwig rolled to the ground and raised his head. Freya with a stern face was looking down at his embarrassed appearance, her blood-red pupils filled with malice.

The golden-red sword edge stopped in front of his neck.

She was not anxious to immediately kill the Clovis man who had defeated Louis. She wanted to torture him, humiliate him, make him fall on his knees and beg for mercy, and beg her to grant him the honor of being burned at the stake as a sacrifice.

Ludwig gasped violently and stared at the tip of the sword in front of his neck. The faint golden light on his body faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A cold smile slowly rose at the corner of Freya's mouth, and her fair and delicate left arm slowly lifted up with her open palm. As she moved, the ground around her began to light up with fire.

The flame was dark red at first, and soon turned into golden red, and became more dazzling as the elf princess's slender pancreas rose, turning into golden white that illuminated everything... and enveloped the two of them.

Ludwig, who was dripping with sweat, remained motionless, showing no trace of panic as the girl expected.

And just at this moment...

"Um?"

The faint sound of wind suddenly sounded from behind, and Freya, who was startled, subconsciously looked behind her.

Then, those blood-red pupils reflected a figure running like a ferocious beast, as well as the long knife that split the flames in his hand.

"puff!"

The figure moved so fast that Freya had not fully reacted at the moment when the limbs were separated. It was not until the flying white reflection appeared in her pupils that she realized that her left arm had been severed.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

Amidst the shrill screams, Roman, who was covered in blood, rushed into the sea of ​​fire waving his sword full of gaps, and jumped up with bloodshot eyes.

Ludwig, whose eyes suddenly shrank, didn't hesitate for a moment. He directly grasped the flaming sword that was reaching for his throat with both hands. He endured the severe pain of burning and tearing skin and flesh, and forcefully took the weapon away from Freya's hand.

"boom!"

The wailing Freya exploded the saber in Roman's hand into pieces, and the right hand holding the saber ignited fire.

But Roman, who had activated the "Bloodline of the Wild Hunt Knight", had already rushed in front of her, raised his right elbow, and hit Freya directly on the temple.

"boom!"

The long-haired elf princess fell straight to the ground - she seemed to want to dodge, but the "sense of distance" of the conjurer could not make up for the lack of experience, and the power obtained by relying on magic was "Knight of the Wild Hunt" Roman Completely crushed.

"Boom!"

Ludwig took action decisively - he raised his foot and kicked the elf princess in the chest, then stepped on it firmly.

Roman, who seized this opportunity, extinguished the flames in his right hand, took out a cold metal ball from his arms with his left hand, and stuffed it into Freya's mouth while she was still screaming.

"Produced by August Military Factory, a new type of grenade." Roman said to the semi-conscious elf princess on the ground:

"Code name, Miss Thalia's treat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he yanked away the fuse, and Ludwig and he suddenly fell to both sides.

"boom!"