Chapter 180: 180 Art. 179 "The Position of the Needle"

The light green pillars of the mercenary city of Belle Fain disappeared from sight. It was just about this time that Bruder stepped into the grounds of the lord's manor.

His shoulders were bouncing up and down, his lungs were writhing as he gasped for air. Sweat was pouring out of his body. But the frustration in Bruder's heart and the burning in his eyes would not allow him to stop.

The eyes are searching for that silver-haired swordsman. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

Of course, Bruder is a mercenary, he understands the rules of war. On the battlefield, everyone offers the other the right to kill them. It's like shouting out loud that you don't care if it takes your life or not.

Those who do not do so will never be allowed to stand on the battlefield. Those who deny the exchange of life should not be allowed to enter the battlefield.

Bruder has no intention of condemning the silver-haired swordsman. It would be a disgrace to Vestalines to make such a fuss about the atrocity. Vestalinu must have been prepared for a fall at some point or another when he decided to raise his battle axe.

--But even so, there are obviously things that are acceptable and things that are not.

Bruder's heart palpitated, and he howled. His lips quivered, and his white canine teeth revealed themselves. There is no tolerance. Never.

I once told myself that my father's execution was unavoidable, and I looked away and lived. When my mother was taken, when my sister was taken, too. I have always looked away from everything that was inconvenient, given up on everything, and lived my life wishing that my life would end sooner.

I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to go back. I don't want to go back to that way of life where I wish my body would decay faster, where I soak my head in bad rum, where I expose even my will to the mud.

His fist was clenched tightly, very tightly. The touch of the long needle in my hand is strangely cold. I wonder how I came to feel this way. I should have abandoned these emotions and fever a long time ago. I should have had nothing but inertia and resignation in my body.

The reason for this is not the work of Mordor Gorn, the avenger of my parents, nor the existence of that silver-haired swordsman. It was that man. It's that man. It's his employer.

He incites people to do things they don't want to do and then he pulls their strings. He's an unreasonable, stormy man. If that man had not appeared on the stage named Belle Fain, neither I nor Vestalines would have entered such a battlefield.

What a troublesome person that man really is. Still, it's not a bad feeling. Bruder's brown hair swayed.

He was about to step into the lord's mansion, looking around. A sound like something heavy falling down struck Bruder's earlobe. The sound was coming from a place that was not supposed to hear such a sound, as it was only a garden.

Naturally, Bruder's gaze drifted to the garden. He felt his eyes open wide. His canine teeth flared with a painful heat.

--There was Lugis, his bloodied employer, and a dark-haired woman he didn't recognize. And then there was the silver-haired swordsman who had cut down Vestalinu.

The employer was nowhere to be seen, by the way. And so the employer was at the end, slashing at the silver-haired swordsman.

My eyes blinked, and I looked at Lugis.

There was little thought going through his mind. The sight given by his eyes was moving Bruder's spinal cord without him even knowing it. His fingertips smoothly grasped the large silver needle, and with a fluid motion, he made the throw.

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What is it?

I'm not sure what to make of that.

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Kalia's silver eyes blinked. She turned her gaze to the needle-using mercenary as if to question his intentions.

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I don't understand. I think now would have been the perfect time for you.

Kalia's lips quivered, and the obvious question came out. I am well aware of the hostility this mercenary has towards me. I think he even hates himself for sticking his blade into the steel princess Vestaline. As I recall, the mercenary said that Vestaline was his family. Then, I can't help but understand his feelings.

That's why Kalia can't understand why he dared to thrust the big needle into the ground. It's like forcibly telling us that you exist. If you think of a needle as a weapon, it should be normal to wield it without the enemy noticing.

Her brown hair swayed in the wind. As always, the hat on his head made it difficult to read his expression, but I could see that he had a strange look in his eyes.

I didn't take off my ....... I just put my employer first. I'm just putting my employer first.

The needle mercenary's gaze intensified as his lips twitched, making no attempt to hide his hostility towards us. Kalia, holding her beloved sword in her hand, looked at the tip of the needle sticking into the ground.

Her eyes twisted involuntarily. Her mouth became cloudy at the sight of its gruesome and fearsome form. At first glance, it looked like a wriggling insect. But if you look hard enough, you'll see it's unmistakably a piece of that fleshy beast. It's moving, crawling on the ground.

Most of the flesh was scattered by Lugis, and most of it was in a fragile state of disintegration, but apparently a piece of it was still alive.

And so, with the hostility engraved in their instincts, they were crawling towards Rougis to bite him. The bottom of Kalia's foot crushes several of them that may have escaped the clutches of the needle, while her expression hardens. She felt a strange sensation go through her body.

"Hmm, I see. I'll thank you first.

Kalia's silver eyes flickered, and she continued to speak, holding the silver sword in one hand. Her spine straightened and her expression was radiant.

If you are here to cut my life short, I will respond with my sword right here and now. What do you say, warrior?

The mercenary in front of him said that he preferred his employer. I'm sure he has a grudge against me built up in his heart, but he put that aside in favor of fighting the hostility directed at Lugis.

I see, he is not a person who does not have pride in his heart. It seems that he is not just a greedy mercenary, but a warrior with nobility.

Then it would be rude to dismiss him without a word. It is unacceptable to show no respect for his life.

I don't want to die ......, but I don't want to see your back anymore either. I'll give you back your employer right here and now.

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I'm sure you'll be able to understand why.

I'm not sure what to make of this.

I'm not sure what to make of it, but I think it's a good idea. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for.

The needle mercenary also narrowed his eyes, his lips rippling.

Don't be a fool. I've been told that my employer has no one to turn to but me and my companion, the lady. So why are there two companions?

I see. Lugis said that.

Kalia's cheeks fluttered as if in convulsions. A deep breath was let out once. Fialaat seemed to be in the same state. The corners of her eyes naturally rose upward. His gaze turned toward Lugis.

--When all is said and done, let's hear it from you, Rougis.

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