Chapter 277: 277 War of the Fools, Part 4 - The Invisible Soldier

The line and dance brave proceed inside the castle. They had already solved the disguise. Instead, I didn't need to do a disguise. Nobody in the royal castle was creepy enough. There are no guards, gardeners to clean the gardens, or even female officers.

"That's crazy."

"Oh, you sure don't have anybody. Is this what the world looks like these days?

"Is there a reason? A royal castle is more like this..."

"Ho ho, that's like knowing inside a royal castle."

"... chip."

Rhine tongues at the ill-willed induction of the dance slave. But neither the line nor the dance slave had a conversation. Not popular, but because the black and heavy atmosphere swirling inside the castle was enough to silence them.

"Dancer, stop"

"What? Nobody..."

"Beyond that corner. They'll be walking right in."

As the line sneaks around controlling the dance slave, the soldiers of full body armor come around from across the hallway to fulfill it. When they come to the corner of the hallway and look around, they walk out of their original path, inches apart.

"Is that a watch?

"Right. Well, it's supposed to be the king's bedroom up ahead... but it's the main road, isn't it? What to do."

"Then the story is simple. There must be a breakthrough."

"Dude, that's a bold suggestion"

"Naturally, who do you think I am? You and I can make it easy."

"Most importantly, I'd like to go peacefully if possible. There..."

There was something about the line that struck the dance slave.

And so much less.

"Ha ha ha, don't you want to play with me, brother with all the armor there?

There stood a dance slave seducing a soldier in armor by revealing his proud footsteps. A voice is spoken from behind, and soldiers in armor react. Admitting that the soldier had reacted, Dance Slave smiled lusciously as long as it was alas. But I don't even seem to have a little blue muscle on my forehead.

"(line... remember later!?

I didn't think he'd be ordered such a sticky hand. Dance Slave got angry with the line, but had to obey if it was the master's order. She was angry at her constraints that forced her to obey such an order, but she didn't regret it.

And the man in the armor approached the dance slave, but the sad one did well. The moment the dance slave swayed at the complex emotions, the sword suddenly swung down on her.

"Become!?

Dance Slave, surprised, accidentally crossed his hands to prevent the sword, but his legs plunged into the cobblestone floor. Such a heavy blow.

More swords are paid to chase them from the side.

"Guh!"

Dance slaves are blown away along with metal sounds. Although she doesn't have any pain, she can't make a move on the shock. A soldier in armor who tried to strike that girlfriend even more, but the soldier was stopping the movement in front of the dance slave perfectly. It was from behind that the line sewed a gap in the soldier's armor and stabbed him in the neck.

"You had a long hair."

"Not really. It's not something you can do, like cut me off. But"

"But?"

"My sword-taken arm is still trembling. Looks like it was an extra heavy blow. If you were a human, you'd have two pieces of armor."

"Right."

When the line I heard so much about tried to draw a sword from the soldier, suddenly the soldier moved and tried to slash the line without turning around. But there is no alarm in the line either. He kicked his sword in the ground and slashed the soldier's head off at the same time.

That's right soldiers, too, now it's time to stop moving and fall to the ground.

"What is this guy?

"... far-sighted in Zamwed, you look like something like Hekatonkail"

"Say that quickly!

Raise the soldier's face as the line complains. Then there's...

"... what is this?"

"At least you're not human."

The soldier had no face. No, there is, but only one eye on one side. Moreover, the eyelids became abnormally thick and it was thought that they were barely visible. And his mouth was torn vertically, and from his mouth there were many protruding like tentacles, not tongues.

"My line... were you willing to let me deal with someone like this?

"No. Exactly. Can this...?

"I like that, too, don't I?

"Right. I'm sorry if I'm a woman."

When they were having a somewhat lengthy conversation with others, you heard the sound of battle. Now armored soldiers appear one after the other from the back.

"Chi, you're a pain in the ass."

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"So I told you, there's only a breakthrough."

"Though it would be a theory of results! Dancer, let's do it!

"Understood!

And the dancer took the form of a sword, and Rhine held it in his hand.

"Damn, I need you to spatter people's asses."

"So I thought I'd know! I didn't even like it."

"What, are you unhappy with my ass?

"That's not true, but... what the hell do you want me to say!

The finished line of battle and dance slaves go further into the back. Later there were more than 20 finely chopped Hekatonkail bodies. Now he didn't imitate that through the gap in the armor, but cut every piece of armor straight from the front. The walls and columns tell the story of crushed and intense fighting, but the opposing lines have barely returned blood either. Rather, I could even see room.

And they eventually came to a position where they could see one luxurious room.

"All right, you're almost in the king's room."

"And there's no sign of it. I don't suppose the king's been put to sleep alone."

"So is that. I messed it up pretty flashy, so I thought I could straighten it out, but nobody came out with anything, and... what about this?

The line stops in front of the king's bedroom. From the inside there was an unpleasant bug feather and a strange odor until intense.

"This guy..."

"Line, already the king"

"Oh."

The line softens the curtains of the race around the king's bed with a sword. There lay the body of the king, where death words would already have passed several months. The corpse, which had already worn maggots, had become half white bone, and there were plenty of maggots gushing around it. This is also the cause of the odor.

"Mustard already knew this."

"Oh, I guess it's natural. Now it's clear. I'm not going to run this country decently to Mustard."

"What's he gonna do with this country?

"I don't know about that... but Krums will perish as it is. No, it's probably too late to do anything."

The line troubles me. Krums who have already destroyed Zamwed and completely turned Gruzard against his enemies. Tragaslon is fighting now, but the line quote says that if Gruzaldo gets serious, he won't have Tragaslon or anything like that for six months. In that case, Krums will surely be next. The great name of this war stands sufficiently. Even if not, the surrounding states will come under some pressure.

"Ray, fans are in a tough spot, too."

"Come on, why don't you really grab it?

"Say stupid. She's a princess, isn't she? How do you live?

"You should feed him, right? There's got to be something like that."

It was a line trying to argue with Dance Slave's suggestion, but Dance Slave's expression was as serious as his thoughts.

"In this situation, that kid's fate is a wind lamp. It would be happier to change your name, falsify your identity, and live and go as a civilian, if any, than that. Don't you think?

"It's... but"

"That kid is a good kid. He lives in a whorehouse or something but doesn't lose his brightness, and these days he even tries to learn to sew and cook. You're smart, and you'll live fine as a civilian, or as a partner in your work. As a partner in life, of course. You're gonna grow up beautiful, that kid. If you look at the shapes, you'll see."

"... I'm not a better match for such a good boy."

Rhine didn't say anything after that, so neither did Dance Slave. I still have something to say.

"Then just one last thing. Remember, we also have those options. Or maybe it's the best option for you, huh?

"... think about it. But now there will be something else to do."

The line turns forward at the same time.

"Will you go to this castle library? If this happens, I want information on anything."

"That's fine, but what do I look for?

"It's the recent movement of the military here, the movement of supplies. That would allow Rusty to make some contact with the rebels. Plus, you might know what Mustard's going to do."

"Fine. What's the line?"

"Go directly to Muster's private room. Eight or one."

Dance Slaves unwittingly pull the hand of the line trying to keep going.

"It's dangerous. He's stronger than the others, isn't he?

"Don't worry, if we meet, we'll be on the run. Besides, we're not good at knocking him out here."

Dance slaves can't measure the intent of the line.

"What's that..."

"I'll talk to you again. It works better than that."

The line stays behind the king's bedroom. Dance Slave followed him.

Continued

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