Kingdom’s Bloodline

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The long night is coming to an end—the sky is already twilight in the east.

After the catastrophe, Thales leaned weakly against a collapsed low wall to avoid the sparse falling snow. He lazily looked at the sky, and the scenes of this wonderful night flashed through his mind.

Tiredness, exhaustion and hunger tormented his body and mind at the same time. It seemed that every cell in his body was protesting against his master's overwork.

The cold wind around him, together with the crushed gravel under his buttocks, made him feel absurdly familiar.

This reminded Thales of the days when he was making a living in the fraternity: those days of fighting wits with Quaid, wild dogs, Fat Sheep, and the children in other houses.

He couldn't help but sneered.

The sleepy and tired Thales drooped his eyelids and yawned indecently. He turned his head sleepily, looking at the little slippery boy who was also leaning against the low wall.

I saw this sloppy little girl who was out of her mind, carefully holding the black-framed glasses in her hand, with a look of anxiety and worrying about gains and losses.

He couldn't help frowning.

"Don't worry, just put it on."

Thales couldn't help but said lazily: "If she really minded, she would have swallowed you in one gulp just now."

Who would snort to tease you?

The little slippery head turned his head hesitantly, and looked at Thales aggrievedly, as if he was about to cry.

She still has a pair of red and swollen eyes squinted, her small face is filthy, and her platinum-blond hair is black and white.

Thales looked amused.

Xiao Huatou sniffed, and saw her mouth flattened, weakly said: "But... but..."

Thales sighed.

While the little slippery boy was still saying "but" worriedly, Thales suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled the glasses away from the girl's hand involuntarily.

"Ah! Wait," the little slippery head was slightly startled, she turned to Thales and stretched out her hand: "Be careful not to fall..."

However, before the little slippery boy could react, Thales opened his glasses and put them on with a "swish" on the girl's head.

The little slippery face trembled slightly in the palm of Thales's hand, until Thales' fingers stroked her ear pinna and fixed the frame, and then she reacted with an "ah".

The squinted eyes of the little slippery eyes stretched out behind the black-rimmed glasses.

She stared blankly at Thales, and didn't even react when he rubbed her messy hair like a kitten.

"Okay," Thales let out a sigh of relief and raised his eyebrows: "If that lady really comes to settle accounts with you for her old glasses, you can tell her—it's that naughty Thales. Canxing forced you."

Little Slick blinked his eyes, pouted his small mouth, and wanted to speak a few times, but in the end he relaxed and looked at Thales helplessly.

Thales burst out laughing.

A few seconds later, the little cunning who looked at Thales smiling at a loss, was also affected by the atmosphere, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth: "Maybe she will go to the stars to find you..."

Of course—Thales laughed and thought to himself: It would be great if the Queen of Sky really came back to find him.

The dragon's last words made him brood.

Thinking of this, Thales' face suddenly darkened.

A Draconic name, isn't it?

dragon language.

He sighed and closed his eyes.

Father Kessel...

What did you do when you were young and ignorant!

The little slippery head felt his emotions, she blinked her eyes, imitating Thales just now, stretched out her hand to hold his wrist.

"It's okay..." Little Slick tried his best to put on a serious look: "It's over."

Thales opened his eyes.

He suppressed his worries and gave her a reassuring smile.

The prince leaned back and looked up at the cliff in the sky not far away, the heroic statue of Naikaru looking down with a gun.

But this time, looking at the legendary hero of Dances with Dragons,

Thales couldn't help curling his lips, showing no seriousness.

Dragon Rider.

hehe.

At this moment, a group of footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

"quick!"

"There it is!"

Thales in the ruins let out a sigh of relief, and he smiled at the somewhat frightened little slippery head with a tired face: "They are here."

However, he secretly had a headache.

Oops.

This night... How can I explain it?

It was getting brighter.

A group of people holding indelible lamps and torches appeared in front of them.

Thales lay dejected in the ruins, and saw an old but vigorous figure in military uniform holding a sword, approaching them surrounded by a dozen elite soldiers with gray cloaks and masked faces.

"It seems that our star guests are having a good time?"

The ruler of Exeter and Dragon Clouds City, the majestic Nun VII, frowned and looked at the two distressed children in front of him, with an old voice: "You still bring my granddaughter?"

Thales took a deep breath and struggled to get up - the little slippery boy stood up nervously as early as the first time - patted the dust and frost on his body, thought quickly, and said indifferently: "Yes Ah, Dragon Clouds City tonight has provided us with a lot of happy moments."

King Nun's face changed, and he looked playful: "Tales Canxing...you don't have anything to explain to me?"

The members of the White Blade Guard around him stood motionless behind the king with solemn faces.

Thales turned his mind quickly.

He glanced at the little slippery head behind him. The girl seemed to have an insurmountable fear of King Nunn. She trembled when she saw him, and she curled herself up as best she could, trying to avoid the king's gaze.

Have to find a plausible reason.

"A lunatic kidnapped us." Thales touched his head and lamented in pain, "Then...you saw what it did."

King Nun glanced around the tragic situation in the shield area. In the dim light of the fire, there was an indelible gloom on his old face.

He looked back at Thales, the gloomy and tiredness hidden in his eyes made the latter a little suffocated: "Why? Why did the disaster kidnap you?"

Thales showed a terribly unlucky expression, and sighed helplessly and annoyingly.

"We had a feud before we arrived at Exeter... It was related to a blood clan named Serena in the Corleone family," Thales raised his head, and without hesitation turned the ambitious and scheming vicious The Lady Betrayed to the Old King: "The Calamity seems to be using her for something... Maybe they hate our two countries, and the royal family too."

"Bloodlines?"

King Nuen took a deep breath, snorted like a sneer, and stared at him: "I'll let the dark room investigate."

Facing the king's meaningful eyes, Thales showed a harmless and tired smile.

King Nuen seemed to have finally noticed their embarrassment, and raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have had a good time."

The little slippery head flinched for a while.

Taylor spread his hands calmly: "As you can see."

"That's right, it's not every day that you can see the Hydra raging Dragon Clouds City, and it's not every day that you can see the Queen of the Sky return to the North Land."

The old king shook his head profoundly.

Thales frowned slightly, a little worried.

I hope I slip back into the stars before they find out.

As soon as King Nun VII waved his hand, a nobleman who looked like a bureaucrat came forward behind him. King Nun said something in his ear, and the nobleman nodded and hurriedly wrote on the manuscript.

The bureaucrat who delivered the order led away, and the old king continued to walk forward on the empty street with his white-bladed guards.

Thales and the little slippery head followed, escorted by the White Blade Guards.

"Speaking of which, Your Majesty Nun," Thales took the water bag from a white-bladed guard with an uneasy expression, and deliberately changed the subject: "How about the loss of Dragon Clouds City?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw King Nuen's fists clenched slightly.

"you saw it."

"Looking at this scene, it's like being plowed by a war." The old king's old voice revealed a sense of fatigue and sorrow: "The disaster of a bitch."

Thales turned his head and blinked.

"I just lost the entire shield area." King Nun frowned, he stepped over a collapsed beam, and inspected the loss of the shield area with an ugly expression: "Less than 30% of the people evacuated from here ...As for other urban areas, they have not been greatly affected..."

Thales breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."

At least, his and Hei Jian's actions were timely.

"That's good...that's good?"

The old king murmured and repeated Thales' words.

He looked at the broken leg exposed under the ruins, sighed, and looked at Thales calmly.

The dozen or so elite guards around the king looked unhappy.

The prince who was drinking water couldn't help but choked.

The little slippery boy next to him lowered his head as low as possible, almost as if he was about to burrow into the ground.

While Thales was constantly coughing, King Nun took a deep breath and scanned the surrounding ruins: "You know, to deal with that disaster, the army cannot be mobilized..."

The old king's eyelids dropped slightly, his old face showed exhaustion, and his tone was flat, but it made people feel chilling for no reason: "The white blade guards can only be replaced with anti-magic weapons, and they can be divided into small groups to intercept the monster. Many small groups are now No payback yet—probably all lost."

The white blade guards unconsciously quickened their breathing.

"Nikolai and Griveau faced the enemy alone with their weapons. As a result, the disaster disappeared, but there is no news from them until now..."

Thales stared, watching a soldier beside him unceremoniously take back the water bag.

King Nun kicked away a wooden plank, and his plain and sad words continued.

"Many people saw the hydra, panic spread, and the entire Dragon Clouds City was in chaos. We had to evacuate the adjacent areas, such as the armor area. The evacuated residents crowded the other areas to the point of disarray. .”

"For this reason, we even had to open the city gates to evacuate the crowd. There was chaos in the middle of the night." The old man's breathing became heavier and heavier: "The patrol team is too busy just to suppress the looters..."

"If the queen of the sky didn't appear suddenly and appease some people, I'm afraid I would become the first king in the history of Exeter to call up an army to suppress the civilians in the capital."

King Nun's face was calm, his eyes were sad, and his tone was heavy.

"The officials are exhausted, dealing with the questioning of countless nobles and vassals, in case some hot-headed guy pulls a group of people from the city or outside the city to send meat to the disaster..."

King Nuen lamented: "Thanks to the fact that a large number of people were drunk at the banquet last night, otherwise they would have been even busier."

"And I still have four grand dukes, huddled in the Palace of Heroes, waiting to see the joke of them raising the king together."

Speaking of this, King Nuen gave an ugly smile, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper and deeper: "Yes, there is also a prince from an enemy country who took my granddaughter to wander the streets in the middle of the night."

Thales shrugged awkwardly: "I'm sorry too."

"In addition to these miscellaneous aftermath arrangements..."

King Nuen ignored his words, but shook his head with a complicated expression, and let out a long breath: "Can you imagine?"

There was deathly sadness in the king's eyes.

"Countless people died, families were destroyed, the wounded needed treatment, the city was destroyed, property was lost for no reason, and a sum of money had to be spent out of thin air..."

"The chaotic order urgently needs to be reorganized, the panicked and angry crowd, the rumors and rumors in the streets and alleys, the accusations and blames of the foolish people behind their backs..."

"The hypocritical nobles and their self-favoring tax exemption requests in the name of relief, the inevitable doubts and wavering of the vassals and the army, the small actions of other grand dukes, the envoys sent by the temple and other countries to investigate, and the foreign spies who are ready to move... ..."

"After hearing the news, the caravans will definitely be scared away for at least a month, and the prices that are about to rise again, as well as the sharp drop in labor, will lead to the grain production that will be greatly affected in the coming year..."

Every time he said something, King Nuen's face became darker.

Taylor's heart is also heavy.

"And the extreme cold is coming..." The old king sighed disappointedly: "Since Moral was assassinated... This year is another sad winter..."

Thales looked at King Nun's face, and his heart sank.

He looked at the ruins around him, and glanced at the corpses that were exposed from time to time.

Especially when I thought that the two magicians fought for themselves, which led to this...

"I'm very sorry."

Thales said in a low mood, with a deep sadness in his words.

King Nun looked at him quietly, without saying a word.

At that moment, Thales felt that Nun VII had deep sorrow and exhaustion on his face.

After a few seconds, the old king took a deep breath.

"you know……"

"Sometimes, I really admire your stars," the king said with deep helplessness and powerlessness:

"At least you have a 'virtuous king'."

Thales was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head inexplicably: "Huh?"

Xianjun?

Kessel like that?

Thales rolled his eyes, with "don't understand" written all over his face.

But King Nuen just shook his head indifferently, and lightly snorted: "Forget it."

"The martial law will continue for a while... some secrets cannot be disclosed," he said lightly, "before then, let's take a look at the mess left by this disaster."

King Nun continued to walk forward in a depressed mood, and the inexplicable Thales could only touch his head and follow behind in a daze.

Lights and fire illuminated everything on the road: countless ruins and countless corpses, which made the group of people feel more and more heavy.

The ruins left by the hydras, the holes drilled by the tentacles, the people who died under suffocation, everything you see is a tragedy.

"These sons of bitches..."

King Nun's expression remained unchanged, and his words remained calm.

It's like the previous things can't shake his mood at all.

"Catastrophe..."

However, Thales could hear the deep-rooted hatred from his words:

"The battle of the end, hehe, the battle of the end..."

King Nuen showed a helpless smile, and slowly said: "Why didn't they..."

"Kill them all."

Thales' heart trembled.

King Nuen's footsteps suddenly paused: "Is this the place where the Queen of the Sky descends?"

They were standing on the edge of a wide pit that was clearly different from other places.

Thales looked at a pit that was obviously scratched by a giant claw, and frowned slightly: "Yes."

Xiao Huatou blinked, and touched his glasses worriedly.

King Nuen's expression changed: "Did she speak to you?"

Thales took a deep breath and couldn't help but think of what the Sky Queen said: "Yes, she said..."

"Wait," the old king stopped Thales, and at the same time gave the little slippery a sharp look, scaring the latter enough: "Go back and talk about it."

King Nun put his hands behind his back and looked up at the high sky. Against the background of the shimmering sky, he looked up at the statue of Nakaru on the cliff of the sky, with a complex expression on his face.

"It's been six hundred years," King Nuen said with a hint of sadness on his face, "that giant dragon finally came to the mortal world again when the disaster happened."

Thales couldn't help noticing that the old king called the Queen of the Sky "that giant dragon" instead of a respectful title like "Her Majesty Krulesis".

The old king suddenly laughed.

"you know……"

"Even three hundred years ago, Dragon Clouds City suffered heavy casualties under King Nightwing's Eastern and Continental Allied Forces. It was about to be destroyed when the soldiers were out of supplies." Nun VII lowered his head and stared straight at Thales: "That dragon didn't even show up."

"As if this wasn't the country she built with her lover."

After a night of chaos, Thales, whose mind was already a little fuzzy, stared, not knowing why.

King Nun raised his head with a complicated tone:

"Exter, and Dragon Clouds City, what do they mean to her? Naikaru, her husband, what does it mean to her?"

"What does the end battle mean?"

"And we, the people of Exeter, claim to be the sons and daughters of the north wind and the dragon... Huh, the sons and daughters of the dragon?"

King Nuen sneered, the laughter was full of sarcasm:

"Really?"

Thales noticed that when King Nun was feeling emotional, the little slippery man's eyes moved, as if he had something to say.

But she seemed to think of something immediately, her face revealed a frightened expression, and she finally lowered her head again.

"Our stars also claim to be the heirs of the empire, don't we?" Thales couldn't help but said, "But we are not the empire after all."

King Nun suddenly lowered his head, his eyes locked on Thales.

The sense of oppression exuded by those piercing eyes made the second prince feel a little uncomfortable.

After a while, the old king took a look at Xiao Huatou and said calmly

"You protected her, didn't you? Protected my granddaughter from that danger?"

Thales and the little slippery boy were both taken aback, and the latter subconsciously looked at Thales and leaned against him.

"I can see it," King Nuen's expression remained unchanged, staring at the little slippery head motionlessly, making her even more nervous: "The way she looks at you is different."

"Uh, this," Thales touched his head, felt the little slippery guy hiding behind him, and said with some embarrassment: "People should always help each other."

King Nuen stared at him for a full three seconds without speaking.

Three seconds later, King Nuen showed an intriguing expression, and said playfully: "You know, I reconsidered your words later,"

Thales' hand touching his head suddenly paused.

He was a little surprised.

how?

"We are not born accustomed to scheming and shrewd calculations." King Nun's expression was indifferent, but his words revealed his old age and calmness: "Perhaps, the most reliable thing to rely on for Walton's upcoming storm is not to weigh the pros and cons and fight for power." It is not their back and forth, short-sighted considerations, nor is it a power game in which chips are moved back and forth."

The king raised his head and looked at the statue above his head: "It's the brilliance that once shone on the heroes, but we have lost it for too long."

Thales looked at the surrounding guards with some doubts, but they just glanced around vigilantly, waiting for the king quietly.

"A real hero—such as Nakaju," King Nuen stared at the statue of the Dragon Knight King, and sighed: "Perhaps in him, there is really something in him that makes people obey orders without hesitation, follow them willingly, without hesitation. Go to death without paradox, the glory of sacrifice without complaint or regret."

"Maybe it's that kind of dazzling brilliance that established Exeter, that kind of brilliance that makes the dragon willing to follow," King Nun's face immediately dimmed: "It also makes the dragon, to the descendants of his blood Disdain, escape from the world."

Thales' heart moved, and he couldn't help blurting out: "Kings don't respect blood."

The scar on his chest was throbbing again.

King Nun moved slightly, showing him a deep and subtle smile.

"I said before, you have a 'virtuous monarch'." He said lightly.

Thales frowned again.

But the next moment, a burst of irritability rose in his heart.

"call out--"

Under the slightly bright sky, Thales raised his head subconsciously.

The guards around the king were much faster than Thales. Having experienced many battles, they instinctively sensed something, and they all raised their heads.

It seems that something is falling down on the cliff of the sky.

The sound of "咻咻" came faintly.

The king frowned.

"What is that?" King Nuen narrowed his eyes.

Thales immediately focused his eyes.

The crimes of the river of hell flooded into his eyes like a tide.

What fell from the cliff in the sky was a gray thing.

Thales' eyes fell vertically with it, watching it fall to a place twenty meters above the ground.

"Like a... gray rock?" Thales asked suspiciously.

The battle just now was so intense that it knocked down all the rock formations on the cliff of the sky.

Suddenly, the falling gray figure paused in the air.

The next moment, the gray shadow suddenly turned along the trajectory of falling straight down the cliff - and shot straight at them!

Thales shuddered, and took a step back subconsciously.

"No!"

A white-bladed guard immediately became vigilant, drew his knife and yelled angrily: "That's not a rock! Police—"

But that gray shadow came in an instant——the volley came over them!

Thales looked up in shock, and with the light of the fire in the hands of the guards, he saw clearly the gray shadow that soared to his eyes in that instant.

That's one person.

A man covered from head to toe in a gray tights, with a gray cloth tied tightly around his forehead.

Only a pair of long and narrow eyes were exposed, and there was a cold light in Thales' vision.

The man jumped in the air above their heads, and let go of a rope he was holding.

Swing towards them.

Thales trembled all over.

That's... the rock-climbing zip line left by Black Sword!

It was actually used by this man...

The man in gray folded his hands behind his back in the air.

"alert!"

The elite of the White Blade Guard yelled loudly and quickly surrounded the king and the two children.

"Don't panic!" King Nuen's voice was clear and audible: "Send a signal..."

But he didn't say a word, the next second, the man in the air suddenly stretched his arms!

Two beams of light shot towards the White Blade Guards below.

Thales was pushed back a step by a warrior.

"call out!"

Thales felt a chill on the top of his head instantly, and countless warm liquids sprayed on his face.

The little slippery head screamed.

Thales trembled, feeling the saltiness in his mouth, and watched the soldier fall beside him, with a dagger embedded in his neck.

Drenched in blood, he died with unsettled eyes.

"Clang!"

A soldier at the front swung his sword to block another ray of light, and immediately there was a sharp sound of blades clashing.

In the next second, the man in gray fell to the ground at an incredible speed.

"Boom—crack!"

The assassin who fell from the sky landed on a soldier, crushing him from standing to the ground, followed by the terrifying sound of sternum shattering!

As if the assassin was completely unaffected by the impact of the landing, he raised his head abruptly.

A pair of long and narrow eyes with cold light fixed on Thales.

Thales felt a chill in his heart, and his scalp tingled.

The target...is me?

In the next instant, the figure of the assassin appeared one meter away, rushing towards the two soldiers standing in front of Thales.

"Stop him!"

King Nun, who was tightly surrounded, roared, "Protect him!"

Following his order, the fighters of the White Blade Guard surrounded the assassin without hesitation, and the three streamlined white-handled scimitars slashed at the assassin's abdomen, throat and thighs!

But the man's figure suddenly turned, and when the three blades were about to hit him, he jumped up in the air dangerously.

Swaying his head, retracting his abdomen, and retracting his legs, he used the most incredible body technique to do a front somersault, barely avoiding the blades of the three of them.

Thales was shocked: he seemed to have seen such a movement before.

However, what he has seen... is absolutely not so neat, fast and incredible!

The man who had passed the three of them landed steadily. He flipped his hands, and two short knives appeared in his hands.

The assassin's double knives instantly crossed over the last soldier standing in front of Thales.

Blood soared out.

The little slippery man stared blankly in fright.

Thales gasped, he had no time to make any response, he could only watch the assassin's short knife attacking him.

The blade is getting closer.

The Sin of Hell River slowed his sense of time.

But he couldn't find any chance of escape at all.

That blade—it was too fast.

"clang!"

The assassin's blade finally stopped in front of Thales' nose.

The crime of prison river faded away, and time returned to normal.

Thales was in shock, his heart was beating violently.

The laziness of the rest of his life after the catastrophe just now has been awakened by a burst of cold sweat at this moment!

But to the Assassin's surprise, his blades could not advance a single point—the warrior who had just been brushed by his deadly swords was not killed by the Assassin.

The white-edged guard was holding a single sword, with his shield across his arms, using his shoulders and arms to support the assassin's double swords, firmly stopping him!

Don't let the assassin's blade advance an inch.

Terrified, Thales quickly rolled to the side in an indecent gesture, avoiding the blade.

"Don't underestimate it..." Enduring the pain of the wound, the white-bladed guard in front of Thales pushed hard and roared, "...Dragon Guard!"

The assassin was pushed back two steps, and the three white-bladed guards behind him cooperated tacitly and calmly drew their swords!

"Dang!" "Ding!" "Shua!"

The assassin, who lost his balance, turned sharply, struggling but deftly parrying three swords.

However, he was unstable, and was finally stabbed in the left arm by the fourth soldier who rushed over.

"laugh!"

The assassin's blood was spilled.

"Clang!"

He could no longer hold the knife in his left hand steadily, and the blade fell to the ground with a crisp metal sound.

The warrior's white-handled knife cut out, bringing out a pool of blood on the assassin's shoulder again.

"Clang!"

The assassin's dangling right knife also fell to the ground, he raised his head, and took a last look at Thales.

The indifference and dead silence in his eyes gave the latter goosebumps.

The assassin who had lost his dual knives rolled away on the spot, away from Thales, who had been heavily surrounded by the quick-reacting white-bladed guards.

Thales panted tremblingly, looking at the assassin who was trembling on the ground covering his wound.

so close.

so close!

who is he?

More and more White Blades charged at the unarmed Assassins.

"Keep alive!" King Nun held Thales' shoulder from behind, comforting him who was trembling, and the king's majestic voice came out steadily: "Ask the person behind the scenes!"

But at this moment, the two short knives on the ground suddenly "jumped" up by themselves!

It's like having a life of your own.

At that moment, a senior white-bladed guard seemed to recognize the assassin, and his expression changed immediately.

"Be careful!" the guard roared.

Almost at the same instant, the assassin got up and turned back, and with blood dripping, he passed the three of them in succession and broke out!

The speed is so fast, the angle is so tricky, and the figure is so ingenious that the white-bladed guards blocking the way have no way of intercepting it.

The guard who recognized the enemy yelled madly, and rushed towards the assassin with his comrades: "He is the 'Flying Locust Blade'—"

Of the two knives on the ground, one of them bounced back into the assassin's hand strangely.

The other knife was thrown into the darkness and disappeared.

The assassin's single-handed attack continued, and instantly crossed a guard's throat.

Only then did the guard's words reach his ears:

"—Biannette Sarriton!"

The next moment, the assassin was slashed in the shoulder by the second guard, gritted his teeth and made a frightening arc, turned around and instantly avoided the obstacle!

All White Blade Guards, including Thales, were all shocked!

However, the assassin's figure had already protruded from the encirclement, and he fled far away, disappearing under the cover of the night and the ruins.

Thales stood where he was, staring blankly at the back of the assassin going away.

Bayannette Surriton?

Could it be that……

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa !

Thales was taken aback, and quickly looked at her.

But before he turned his head, Thales felt his feet being lightly touched.

Thales was shocked.

He lowered his head slowly.

The prince's eyes widened suddenly.

I saw a round ball rolling down at his feet, shaking slightly.

Thales' breathing froze.

A few seconds passed.

Amid the screams of the little slippery head, Thales stood there in a daze, letting the blood on the ground soak his shoes, his mind went blank.

He was breathing in a trance, still with his head down, and the co-judging king who had ruled Exeter for thirty years—the head of Nunn Walton VII, who had already left his body, looked at each other silently.

Unbelievable surprise froze on the king's face.

The other knife, thrown into the darkness and not flying back to the assassin's hand, fell to the ground with the king's head, trembling slightly.

More than a dozen white-bladed guards roared full of pain, remorse, anger, and unwillingness. In the same word, they exploded out of thin air:

"No--"

In the sky, the first hazy rays of sunlight appear in the east.

The night is over.

That day will be bright.

~~7k~~(Sikushu)