"Nu...!?"

All of a sudden, he was punched.

The double surprise of poison pain and a colleague attack delays Pistolix's evasion.

I succeeded in guarding, but it was more of an arm with sequelae.

The old knight, who endured a moment of distortion, stares at his colleague.

Because of the use of fists and the targeting of the stomach, it seems that there was no intention of killing, but it is not something that can be seen.

"... Master Squaaro, what are you going to do...?

"What do you mean, this line...! You explained, 'We'll talk about this later!' Nevertheless, he imitated me like a gendarme....!

"If those who serve the same Lord are acting suspiciously, it is only natural that they should be blamed. What are you trying to do!?"

Squarlo stopped trying to say something in response to the pistolix shout.

Because my younger colleague was like a sample of Ishibe Kinkichi, and I realized that everything I was trying to do or the transaction that I would be allowed to miss was useless.

Squaro says with her eyes closed somewhere.

"Pistolix... I've never really fought between the four swordsmen, but if that happens, will you beat me...?

"Do you take that word as treason against the Marquis?

As anger and confusion vanished and Pistolix's expression disappeared, Squarlo whispered.

For a moment, I looked at my magic equipment.

"Confident face? Are you overconfident in your reputation as the most skilled of the four swordsmen and your youth? You said you had sequelae of poison."

"The rumors of the alley, age difference and sequelae have nothing to do with it. I will only take you into custody for His Majesty and His Majesty."

"Hmm. - I can't help it! Don't regret it!?"

Before I finish, the kick is released.

It was faster and more powerful than the old man who decided to retire.

But Pistolix jumps.

The avoided squalor smiled loudly.

'Getting Away' was the purpose of the attack.

"Pistolix... You know the fang wolf, don't you?

........

I don't answer pistolix.

I don't think that's necessary.

Shut up and pull out the sword.

A fang wolf is a beast that is particularly dangerous among the beasts that emerge around King's Landing.

Therefore, both the Knight and Adventurer Guilds around King's Landing were always fierce beings called "Against this, we must hit multiple times."

One particular reminder of this danger was the "Cyril disaster" that occurred in the next big city last summer.

The fang wolf was a cause of much damage to the city's knights and residents.

Because it was so much so, the four swordsmen in the building were monsters that I had discussed with them, "It's better to deal with it with two or more people."

Squaro tells his younger colleagues not to let loose the guard in front of him.

"For now, I'll ask. Are you going to put a load on me? It's in your interest, and it's in Your Majesty's interest?

"Stop laughing! If those words were true, you wouldn't have to act like this alone! He must have consulted you, us, and Ehmont! But I didn't do it. It's like Master Squaaro himself has proven 'dark in the back'!

........

The man holding the magic instrument once meditated and then exhaled slightly.

I see. Okay, pistoleyx... Don't die...?

The magic equipment was activated and a strange light ran.

The space in front of you is slightly deflected.

(Stupid...!? Is this magic instrument that acts on space?!?)

Pistolix, who was trying to stay calm, opened his eyes.

At the same time, a beast pops out of the space.

It's agile and powerful.

Had he not been a war knight, he would have had his throat chopped off at this moment.

"Giggle, fang wolf...!?"

Something that has appeared.

That was exactly what made him a werewolf beast.

Pistolix was more surprised by his colleagues' magic tools than by the monsters in front of him.

"The Transformation Gate is an ancient technology that has already been lost! Why do you possess it!? No, more than that, what are you going to do with the Demon Beast in this royal castle of honor!?"

"This' power 'is the guarantee of prosperity. I know that this is an incredible magic tool. Normally, you won't get anywhere near the royal castle except a flying beast! But what if there is a noise here that goes beyond the usual scale!? As well as the elite of King's Landing, you will be wobbly and turn around behind! If the knight of the Marquis of Ventershoven captures it, Your Majesty's reputation will rise, there will be less to despise Your Majesty, and I will have a great reward! Perhaps the ultimate hand! Pistolix, you need to help me! As long as it's for the good of the master!

"Fools and squalls! I never thought I'd set fire to myself and be proud of my fire fighting skills! Can't you understand that being clean is the best thing for you and your Highness!?"

"Don't flatter your ideals! Can the Marquis of Ventershoven compare to the other Four Marquises with its innocent deeds!? Can you prevent the disrespect and insinuation that disturb His Majesty's heart!? Your words are not effective only because of their beauty! So I'll do it! Last servant before you retired!

Squarlo waved his arms and the four-legged beast jumped on the pistols.

(Trained!?)

The old knight is bewildered by more sharp movements than the usual fang wolf.

Squaaro has no qualities as a Subordinate.

Then perhaps there are some who have disciplined this.

(To throw King's City into a vortex of chaos more efficiently!

The old knight, whose virtue was to be straight, let his anger roll over fear.

Whoever prepared the magic equipment or carried the magic equipment in space is about to cause an incredible disturbance beyond Cyril's catastrophe?

We must definitely stop Squaro's rampage and seize the 'evidence'.

I put all my strength into my arm, which hurts with sequelae.

Squarlo noticed a change in the expression of Pistolix.

(Face of readiness......! Pistolix, are you going to stab a fang-fang wolf in the face and stop it?

His expectations fell short.

Pistolix wants to hold on to the evidence.

I didn't mean to be dead in a place like this.

The trained wolf approached the old knight with fierce momentum.

Even the squallows I challenged were fast enough to deal with them.

--But...

"Nnnnnh!

Pistolix was swinging his sword to match the breakthrough.

Even if the fang wolf bites off his "part of the meat", one of his daggers was successful in slicing the beast's belly.

And the four-legged beast scattered and fell.

"............!

What surprised me was the squalor.

He certainly knows the power of his colleagues.

Even if the Four Swordmen of the Tower were powerful knights, they would have struggled harder and wounded to beat the fang wolf.

But Pistolix won.

Though I was injured, with a large blade.

(I can't believe it....! He's still raising his arms...!

It was impossible.

Do you have an old and still stretched bill?

No, it actually happened.

The body is decaying and exposed to the sequelae of severe poisoning, but the stubborn person in front of me probably kept on drilling.

........

Squaro was holding his fist.

It was pure jealousy.

Unlike yourself, who is slowing down, declining, and losing, 'The Forward Mover'.

I couldn't forgive you.

Squaro couldn't forgive anyone who could do that.

He kept his magic equipment.

Instead, he was pulling out his dagger.

"--won 't the fang wolf come out anymore?

"... I'll let you out later. After I cleaned you up."

Pistolix is puzzled by his colleagues staring at him with dark eyes.

He, too, knows the approximate skill of Squaro.

I wounded myself and said I had sequelae, but I didn't mean to lose.

Still, trying to challenge me...

(Does Lord Squaaro have anything to do with it? Unlike the "gate" I just used, there is another hand...)

The dark-faced knight took the vial out of his pocket.

There's a strange color of chemicals in there.

If Lukan had been in the middle of a confrontation with the White Child, he would have reacted immediately.

The vial was the "revitalizing medicine" that Lucan was about to offer as a "goodwill".

Squaro says.

"Anyone who can hold a wolf fantasy more than a wolf fantasy must be stronger than a demon beast...."

"You think that means it's the vial that you see there?

"... Pistolix, this is your last warning. Follow me, or I'll kill you...."

The four-swordsman's youngest pointing his sword, which was bloody, at him.

It's a clear rejection.

Squaro, whose heart was shadowed by jealousy, laughed at his refusal.

You can wave your sword without thinking.

"Don't regret it...?

Squaro drank the "chemical solution".