Kwajik!
Kkeueeeeek!
A scream filled her ears and rang out in all directions, and a tremendous weight was thrown back loudly. At the same time, her wrist snapped completely and the sword flew out of her hand.
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'Okay, okay?'
Julia collapsed, unable to even scream due to the excruciating pain of her bones being dislocated, and barely opened her eyes.
Groven, who doesn't stick his tongue out easily, is her weakness, but thanks to him sticking his tongue out and approaching her, she was able to kill her by sheer luck. It was one of the best strokes of luck she'd ever had in her entire life.
Julia, wincing in pain, barely managed to sit up, praying to God in gratitude. And then she found it.
"There's no body?"
Haa, ha.
A gasp of breath came out. The blue blood that should have been splattered everywhere, and the corpse of the demon the size of an ox that should have been rolling around were nowhere to be found.
'What on earth is going on?'
Julia looked around the field, panting. But there was nothing but a mess of grass, Chiara who had fallen from the recoil, and a knife stuck nearby. Even the poisonous stinger that had dissolved the grass had evaporated.
"Ouch."
Julia groaned in pain and lowered her head. Her muscles were stretched, and it was difficult to just sit still.
In the midst of this, the sound of Chiara finally coming to her senses and waking up was heard.
Knock knock knock. Slurp.
"The sound of a sword?"
Julia listened, even though she was in a daze from the pain. She heard Chiara approaching, struggling to pull her sword out of the ground.
Bam.
"Things should have their place."
Chiara dropped her sword next to Julia, muttered in a low voice, and then walked away again, collapsing somewhere.
"What the heck!"
Julia tried to ask her about her incomprehensible actions, but she was too exhausted to even think about it due to the pain.
The moment when tears began to form in Julia's eyes as she finally took a deep breath.
Saaaa-
The wind blew in the opposite direction. The air, completely distorted by its current, was trampled by an overwhelming weight.
"Julia."
With a voice so affectionate it could freeze your blood.
Damn it.
As he approached, the twigs turned to dust and disappeared without a trace.
'Mion?'
Suddenly, a fear that was incomparable to the one before, something more fundamental, came rushing in. Her body froze like ice in the unfamiliar fear.
Meanwhile, Endymion came forward and knelt on one knee, extending his hand. Naturally, their eyes met.
'I don't think it's Mion...'
Originally, it was the pure and affectionate eyes that Julia was familiar with, but now it had completely changed.
With those dangerous eyes that are sometimes called turned-back eyes.
"Who made you like this?"
She couldn't readily take his hand because his eyes, like the seething deep sea, were unfamiliar to her.
"Julia."
He must have noticed her hesitation because he called her name softly again and wiped away her tears.
'Ah.'
Was it an illusion? The unfamiliar blue eyes were blinking calmly as usual. Only then did Julia feel relieved by the comfortable familiarity.
Her body, which had been struggling to hold on, collapsed like a doll. Endymion, who had been supporting her lightly, looked down at Julia.
The wall that looked like a glacier cooled as he checked her messy hands, feet, and clothes.
"...You're badly hurt."
"No, it's okay."
"Where on earth are you?"
"Ah... um..."
"You always say you're okay."
In fact, it was a situation where she couldn't even say it was okay in empty words. When Julia awkwardly hugged him and held the hem of his clothes, Endymion frowned and let out a worried sigh.
"Escort the Queen!"
Soon, knights came running like a swarm of bees and surrounded the area.
"Oh my God! Your Majesty, your injuries are serious!"
"Cough. There are demons around, hurry."
"Huh?! Search the area thoroughly! Check for any demons!"
With the shout of the Sit Tremburn, the silver-armored horde half strengthened Its guard and half searched the surroundings. And.
"Be careful, Young lady."
"Oh, thank you."
Chiara was standing up, supported by the knight. The expression on her face that had been shouting venomously was nowhere to be found, and she looked as frail as a delicate noble lady.
As she looked at that sight, Julia's hands automatically tightened.
Kuk.
"Ah!"
Julia felt a sharp pain as her injured wrist was pressed against her wrist. She groaned reflexively, and Endymion quickly released her hand. He then gave cold instructions to the nearby knights.
"Bring the carriage right away."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
"Yes!"
The knights who received the order ran out at a rapid pace.
"Just hold on a little longer."
Endymion muttered in a low voice. Julia could clearly see the slight twitching of his furrowed brow and his cold, sunken eyes.
When she saw that, she felt a warm feeling spread through her heart. Julia, who felt a little bit touched, quickly nodded.
"Bring me a medic with healing potions."
"Yes!"
Endymion coolly ordered while examining Julia's wound. The pale and distorted face of the old man. Tremburn saluted loudly. The knights standing behind him also moved as one and shouted along.
At that moment, Chiara and the knight supporting her approached from over there.
"Your Majesty..."
Julia's outfit was a mess, covered in dirt and grass, but Chiara was no slouch either. In addition, her lime green dress was covered in strange crimson bloodstains, causing the knights who witnessed her to widen their eyes.
"Ouch, the injury looks serious. Stop the bleeding quickly!"
After checking on Chiara's condition. Sir Tremburn skillfully. tried to administer first aid. Chiara then handed over her mangled hand with a face that seemed to be trying to endure the pain.
Julia, who had been watching the scene with her eyes blinking, calmly opened her mouth.
"Princess, there must be something you need to sort out before that."
All eyes were drawn to her in an instant. It was only natural since their Queen had always been kind and warm. But just now, Julia's voice was just as cold as Endymion's.
The knights, who were feeling sorry for the frail lady's injuries, looked at Julia with dumbfounded faces as if they were hallucinating.
"Ugh..."
As soon as Chiara met Julia's eyes, she began to cry. As she trembled slightly as if she was afraid, she shed tears drop by drop, and the knights who passed by the two women looked puzzled.
The young lady is bleeding miserably and crying sadly, and the Queen is looking at her with a stern look.
"What is this? Why did young lady suddenly... as soon as she saw the Queen?"
At the very back, low voices murmured. As the Princess's sobs, which were pitiful in appearance alone, grew louder, the knights' faces grew even more confused.
Exquisitely, Chiara suddenly fell to her knees in a terrified voice...
"S-save me, Your Majesty!!... I only hoped that I would still have the chance to tell Your Majesty my love. Oh... But I didn't realize that to be my concubine would be such a great sin. I was wrong, sob. I bow down like this and beg for mercy. Please, please spare my life..."
The atmosphere became quiet.
It was a situation where anyone who saw it would have no choice but to flow with one thought. Appropriately, Chiara groaned in pain as she wrapped her left palm, which had touched the ground, with her right hand.
In the silence, one by one, the knight's gazes turned to the platinum sword that had fallen near the hem of Julia's skirt.
No one opened their mouths, but Julia could sense that the suspicion was spreading like wildfire. It was truly a jaw-dropping performance.
"This is the first time I've heard of it."
But Julia opened her mouth calmly.
"When did the Princess ask me a favor? All I heard was..."
Chiara looked like a pitiful flower, startled, and began to shed tears like beads. Julia looked straight at her with indifferent eyes.
"It was just a threat."
"Oh, my, Your Majesty! How can you say such a thing!"
The knights looked completely confused at the Queen's surprisingly calm attitude.
Then, half of the knights had an expression like that, and the other half were shaking their eyes at the sight of the sword that fell next to Chiara and Julia, who were shedding tears.
"I fully understand that I am a thorn in your side, Your Majesty. I am also a woman, so how could I not understand your heart? However. It is so unfair to frame me for a crime that was not committed, ugh! When I asked you to do so, Your Majesty, you pulled out your sword and attacked me..."
Chiara trembled and desperately defended herself, showing off the deep lacerations on her trembling hands, still bleeding.
The circumstances were a coincidence. Some knights knew that Julia was skilled with a bow, but no one knew that she could also handle a sword.
The knights, who were already bewildered by the fact, could not help but fall into doubt.
Moreover, all of the royal knights were of high-ranking noble birth, so no one did not know that Chiara was Endymion's former fiancée.
The conflict between the current Queen and his former fiancée over the King. It was a story that could only come out of a third-rate romance novel, but the problem was that it was quite plausible.
Apart from the fact that Julia was a trustworthy Queen, the credibility of a Princess from an honorable family in the same country was not light.
Julia read the air currents that were gradually leaning towards the frail Princess with the sword wound.
"I wasn't attacking the suddenly appearing young lady. I was attacking to save you from a monster, not to harm her."
Julia knew that doubt was creeping into her. But at times like these, she had to protect the pride of a holy Queen. Julia stared straight at Chiara, forgetting even the physical pain that was coming to her.
"Wow, Your Majesty. How can you say that! There's not a single demon here, so are you saying that I am a demon?"
Julia almost sighed in disbelief. She must have seen Groven rushing at her with her own eyes!
Her injured wrist was in agony as she tried to save that person.
No matter how gentle Julia was, she couldn't help but feel good when someone tried to screw her over like this. She wasn't feeling well physically, and when she was attacked mentally, Julia's attitude eventually broke down like never before.
"Princess Soare!"
It was the moment when Julia, whose patience had run out, frowned and shouted. Endymion, who had been watching the unfolding situation, slowly got up.
"Are you done exploring the area?"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
After sending the medical message, Sir Tramburn, who had been running late and standing there blankly, came to his senses and answered.
"Your Majesty, I may be presumptuous, but there really are no demons. Not only in this plain but also in this vicinity outside of the official hunting grounds, there is not even a trace of demons."
Sir Tramburn reported hesitantly.
Then a silent commotion arose. It was a situation where Julia attacked Chiara out of jealousy, and when she was caught in the act, she made up an absurd excuse and fled.
"No, that can't be. I saw Groven rushing at me with my own two eyes.."
Julia, who was dizzy, looked around, but not only the body but also all traces of Groven were gone no matter how hard she looked. She was so resentful that she was going crazy.
Then once again, Chiara lit the fire, shedding tears of sorrow.
"Your Majesty, it's all my fault. I took responsibility for my words and angering you. Please, calm down..."
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