TPITT - Chapter 51






Quang! Deukdeukdeuk!

“...!

Michael's physical barrier could not withstand the repeated attacks loaded with sword energy and eventually broke.

After being pushed nearly 10 meters, he crashed into a Zelkova tree.

The thud was heavy. However, he was left moaning from the pain of his back being hit.

Michael immediately had to raise the sword sheath with both hands and block the front.

Kang!

Ritver great sword, which was cutting horizontally, was blocked by a narrow margin

The blow broke the gold decoration attached to the scabbard. One of the fragments scratched Michael's right cheek thinly, leaving a red solid line.

Michael's sword was not removed from its sheath

The standoff continued with the longsword and Ritver's greatsword touching each other.

“Isn’t the strengthening magic using those muscles too much?”

“I feel sorry. It’s because of the effect of the magic stone installed on the great sword I was given.”

“Ha, it’s so unfair that some people can’t even draw their swords, but others get additional effects.”

“... I and Lord Wint also regret this situation, Lord Agnito.”

When a conclusion could not be reached, Derek insisted.

“Ritver, why did the light disappear from your sword?! Snorret, why are you standing in the background again?! You guys, don’t waste time and do it right!”

“...Yes, Your Royal Highness.”

In response, Ritver adjusted his posture and concentrated blue sword energy into his great sword. Snorret also pulled out white sword energy.

Stephania snorted, pretending to be concerned about Michael.

“Oh, Lord Agnito. How long do you plan on not drawing your sword? We have to respond with swords. If we continue like this, we’re going to be in really big trouble?”

He shouldn’t have fallen for the encouraging words. If he raises the sword energy, Snorret will immediately remove the barrier and attract the surveillance golem.

As a result, it was obvious that the plot to hold Michael guilty of an attempted assassination of the royal family would be completed in an instant.

In that case, it can only be countered with a defensive barrier, but unfortunately, Michael's weakness was that he was weak in defensive magic because he trained mainly in offensive magic.

‘The imperial palace’s laws are full of loopholes. Magic and sword skills both use mana. Attack magic is completely banned, but sword magic is selectively allowed.'

In some cases, sword skills are more fearsome than top-class magic, but alchemy and magic are superior.

Perhaps because it was an empire of good science, there was a lack of understanding.

"Good. Ritver, Snorret. Quickly cut off his arms or legs and make him unable to serve as a knight.”

Snorret and Ritver closed the distance on either side of Michael.

'It is difficult.'

Reattaching or regenerating a severed limb was only possible about 300 years ago when divine power existed.

This was an era where there was only healing magic and potion alchemy that speeded recovery.

Michael suffered irreversible injuries here.

If the value drops, it will be adjusted to a lower level, whatever the reason.

The life of a homunculus judged to be of low rank is miserable.

There was no way to avoid the fate of being taken to a magic stone mining site or being murdered in the name of disposal.

'Damn it. Even if I could just do a kick... Ah. Really, this is the moment when I miss my princess so much.'

A wry smile briefly flashed across Michael's face. Ritver, who had come right in front of him, spoke.

“Losing your left arm would be the best thing.”

Currently, Michael has two options.

One is just like this, he gave up one of them and was taken to a magic stone mining site, where he ended his life miserably.

And the other one draws his sword and escapes the immediate crisis, falsely accused of attempting to assassinate the royal family and is painfully executed.

'Both of them are the worst, but the second one is still a good way to vent.'

Even if you can't harm the royal family due to loyalty brainwashing, you can knock down their direct knight.

In fact, if Michael could use a sword, he could be both Snorret and Ritver at the same time.

Even if he tackled them with all his might, he was confident he could finish it within 10 minutes.

Anyway, the danger was always close by from the time he was in a training center, and even when he entered the palace.

He was very determined. Michael was not that afraid of torture or death.

"The problem is..."

Nevertheless, Michael hesitated. If he causes an accident, the blame falls entirely on Eve.

It's because he was thinking about going back.

The charge of murdering the royal family was so serious that it was clear that it would provide a good excuse for his political opponents. 

It was fatal for Eve.

Is it because he signed a contract with Eve and became subordinate to her? Michael wanted to avoid getting in Eve's way.

'It wouldn't be a bad idea to act like a knight once in your life. This is my reward for taking me out, Princess.'

Michael made up his mind. He decided not to resist even if it was humiliating.

Michael threw his longsword and plunged it into the ground.

"Yes. Do whatever you want."

Michael extended his left arm forward.

“Don’t you?”

“...I will finish it quickly.”

A great sword wearing a blue sword gleamed coolly on the day.

It can be like the blade of a guillotine.

It was the exact moment when it was about to fall straight down.

Kwaduk... ! Quad deuk... !

A crack was forming at the top of the barrier.

“W-what?!”

"Intruder?!"

Soon, the person who passed the barrier appeared in the sky.

The rich, fluttering skirt resembled a flower in full bloom. Eve was looking down at her feet.

Eve landed quickly on the floor. The location was exactly between Michael and Ritver.

Swish!

Eve didn't have any hesitation in blocking Rittor's great sword with her bare body.

‘Hee, hee hee?! Eve?!'

While everyone was shocked, I opened her mouth, glaring at the retriever in front of me.

"How dare."

“...!

Only then did Ritver realize that the great sword that was meant to strike Michael's left arm was coincidentally aimed at me.

Ritver immediately retrieved his greatsword and knelt down so quickly that a hair could be heard. Next to him Snorret also put her sword in its sheath and bowed.

“Ritver Berman meets Her Highness the Seventh Princess!”

“Snorret Wint meets Her Highness the Seventh Princess!”

I was in no mood to respond to the greeting. I turned towards the back without even helping Snorret and Ritver up.

Then I saw Michael with an unbelievable look on his face.

“Princess?”

I checked Michael's safety. I let out a sigh of relief without realizing it.

However, the feeling of happiness did not last long. This is because Michael did not look fine.

The messed up uniform, the scratch on the cheek, and the bloody left knee.

The moment I saw his right hand, my face hardened.

The black anger rising from deep within once again erased the expression from my face.

My eyes landed on the longsword stuck at Michael's feet.

I was able to understand the situation in an instant just by looking at the sword sheath, which had all its decorations broken off and looked unsightly.

'He's at a really dangerous moment.'

Michael was still an opponent who could not be surprised. seeing eve

It was as if his eyes were looking at a fantasy or a dream, not reality.

I immediately closed the distance and asked him if he was okay, wanting to check his condition.

I suppressed the urge. And then I deliberately opened my mouth in an official tone.

“Lord Agnito.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Michael finally came to his senses and quickly answered.

An example was taken from a formal knight. His bloody left knee and right hand touched the floor again.

I looked at the wound that fit perfectly and briefly bit the flesh on the inside of her lip.

"Wake up."

As I spoke in that state, my voice came out as if I was gritting my teeth.

My gaze fell on the observant Stephania.

“I didn’t expect to see someone here who should be recovering from a cold at home.”

“Oh, well, I mean, take a walk! Yes, the doctor said that taking a walk is good for colds!”

I let out unspoken excuses.

“I understand roughly what the situation was. Nia (Stephania's nickname) and Brother Derek, it looks like you called Lord Nito to a dark place and were harassing him. It’s really interesting what kind of place I’ve found.”

“I know it’s a misunderstanding situation, but what if you say something rude, Eve?”

"Yes! Anyone who hears this will misunderstand! My sister and I were just giving a teaching to the knight under your direct command!”

As expected, Stephania and Derek shamelessly raised their voices.

"Yes, teaching. That’s good.”

Eve repeated quietly what Derek had said. I glanced at Michael.

“Then let’s take a look at how he gave those teachings. Oh my God. Judging from his hands and knees, it looks like my older brother received his first greeting on a patch of sharp gravel..."

"Oh! That..."

“Looking at the traces around, there was an engagement using mana. Over there, two knights, one here, Lord Agnito. Second of all, it looks like Lord Agnito didn't even draw his sword? What on earth is happening that the scabbard is tattered? You even pulled out the black sword and it was very serious?”

“Well, that’s it..."

“Oh, it’s okay.”

“Okay, okay... What?!"

Stephania and Derek were speechless and looked dumbfounded. I again pretended to be sociable to confuse them.

“Yes, I know it all without you saying it. It worked.”

“Yeah, yeah..... Uh, ah, no! But let’s talk about us... !”

“Well, it’s obvious. The moment Sir Agnito drew his sword, you were trying to overturn the charge of attempted assassination of the royal family, right?”


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