“Help me dye.”
Valeria held out the dye she had received from Jean earlier.
“I don’t want to show you this hair when I run into it, be it a bit or a jipple.”
Jean shrugged her shoulders. Then she spilt the dye little by little on Valeria’s red hair, which was sitting behind her.
The gloss smudged from the darkening hair. Jean’s fingers gently passed between them and scattered the dye, and for some reason the Myo-in people, with their mouths wide open, glistening eyes as they looked at the figure.
‘They’re in a weird mood.’
“Something looks good.’
Contrary to the thoughts of the Myoin people, the two were not impressed by each other’s physical contact.
Valeria was busy catching up on her momentary dizzy mind, and Jean was just worried if her body had really recovered to a decent level.
“It’s done.”
Jean wiped the dye off her hands with a sword cloth.
Valeria nodded satisfactorily after examining her hair, which had been lightly dyed in a hand mirror. The red color is neatly hidden.
[Let’s go!]
Followed Lulu and Miru into the aisle.
The inside of the passage was foggy and watery, but strangely no fatigue was felt while walking. Rather, it seemed to wander in a pleasant dream.
I walked out of the aisle before I could walk a hundred steps.
Originally, the distance required a lot of time for a trained martial artist to run, but the passage of the Myoin people was no different from a simple gateway to travel.
[You’re just about to arrive, Lulu. I mean, you’re always amazing.]
[But there was a time when the passage was made, so I don’t know if we can avoid them.]
Outside the aisle was full of grotesquely curved trees. The trees were tall and thick enough to be compared to the central pillar of the fortress.
The dense foliage kept a speck of moonlight from coming in. So the wide open lake below it looked like black oil.
‘Is Themeer’s tomb hidden in there?’
Deep in the sea came Olmango, who was sealing the second tomb. Sheila had hidden a burial mound that led to the tomb under the lake.
La la la la la… ….
Sheila starts singing.
It was a very pleasant voice to listen to. In my ears, sugar grains seemed to create a pleasant vibration. Even Valeria almost smiled at the sound of Sheila’s songs.
Glazed particles were flowing out of Sheila’s tiny mouth. The particle went out into the lake and floated over it, with the waves changing along it.
a gentle whirlpool There was a phenomenon that could be described just like that. A small soft swirl danced to the song, swaying in the lake.
How many minutes have passed? At last, as a star rose, an object that shone exceptionally on the surface of the lake.
It was a disease of the hook.
Gawangju. The biggest reason why the peaks of power are not damaging this forest, the significance of the existence of Wantaramo.
The Horizons flew to Sheila’s side. As soon as she held the bottle in her small body, the particles of light shining on the lake disappeared in unison, and the forest was again darkened.
[Take it, Jean Looncandel.]
He accepted the princess politely.
(SHIL DAMIERO)
The liquor is named after the person who wanted to make the drink, not the producer or recipient.
That’s why when he made a poem about Shuri, he was named not a fairy or a Luna, but a poet.
‘Sch Damiro…’As I saw in the records of the third tomb, Reet Damiro writes the same name as Yul. Are they blood relatives?’
Shil Damiro was also the name identified on the record device of the third tomb.
(March 3, 797), Looncandel records the historical fabrication of the Jipple about the Fairy. On March 4, 797 five elves, Sheep Damiro, Becca Tishge, Mulias Mon, Trica Tredos, and Jen Minu, were forgotten among the elves…….)
“In the recorder of the third tomb, I saw the name of Leet Damiro Yul. I think it’s a drink from his blood.”
[R르et Damiro Yul…]…?]
“Do you know the name?”
Sheila closed her eyes as if she was trying to think of something.
[……I don’t remember. “But the name Yul is only given to the king of fairies, so he must have been the noblest of fairies.”
Mila described herself as a fairy, but Sheila had been talking about the descendants of fairies and fairies.
[Drink. ]
As soon as she was about to open the bottle, Jean made eye contact with Sheila.
“How long does it take?”
[What is it?]]
“The third tomb went in without knowing anything, and two days had passed. I’d like to know how much time passes if I drink this karaokes.”
[That I don’t know.]
“The pursuers will be arriving soon. If time goes by too long, only the three of you, Sheila, Lulu and Miru, have to deal with them.”
[You’re worrying uselessly.]
“No, it’s not useless. Lulu and Miru have just exhausted their energy to build a passageway, and Sheila says she doesn’t know her own fighting power.”
[This is my forest.]
“You said you lost control of the forest.”
[Even so, how many humans did you think this body couldn’t handle?]]
Judging whether Sheila was strong or not, Jean could choose the latter without hesitation.
She certainly possessed the kingly dignity of a clan, but there was no smell of danger peculiar to the strong.
If they were not exhausted, they would have been able to drink the king’s wine in peace, believing in their abilities.
If you’re worried about him, why don’t you leave him?]
“That’s not possible. I have a promise.”
[So you’re going to wait for the pursuers?] If the karaangju is damaged, it will be a big problem. If it is possible, it may have to tell the enemy the location of the kingdom and retreat.]
“It’s impossible to take the wine outside and drink it, right?”
As soon as she leaves the forest, the story of the wine disappears. If it were possible, I wouldn’t have asked you to drink it right away.]
Jean nodded.
“I thought so. Nevertheless, I think I’d rather settle my enemies and go in many ways.”
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[In the worst case, it can be difficult for all of us to even keep our lives.]
“No, it can’t be.”
[Why are you so confident?]]
“Didn’t you just say that? In any case, the fight should only take place as long as it does not deal an irreparable blow to the forest. It’s going to be an endless battle for me.”
[You can hide well enough with the cemeteries.]
“Look at this. At first, he said he could handle a few human beings, but now he said he would hide. Sheila doesn’t have the power to deal with them.”
[… …even if they catch me, I won’t kill them right away.]
“Then if you and your family get caught, I’ll suffer a hostage crisis. Is that really a good result for me?”
I don’t want to sacrifice the Myoin people and Sheila anymore.
That’s how Jean felt.
And I was confident. If you’re not a general-level officer, you can overpower anyone from the pro-defense force and the special forces.
“Even if a general comes, it’s a fight worth a try because you have a teacher.” No, it will flow into an absolutely advantageous fight.’
Sheila had nothing more to say as well.
[Lulu, procrastinate. You guys have to convince me.
[Um…….]
between Lulu and Miru choosing horses.
From the back of the lake there was a sign that would ease their troubles.
“I guess I was right.”
Sreung…….
Jean said, taking out Bradamante.
Valeria also looked behind the lake, empowering her hand with a cane.
[… ..The tracker has already arrived?]
There was still some time to expect the Gipple to arrive.
As Sheila expected, there was not only one traitor. The Beacon came earlier than they did. In the first place, the Wantaramo forest was a natural result because it was the territory of Bemont.
‘This side is clean anyway. It’s better to remove them all and enter the grave before further assistance comes.’
If all the pursuers had been removed and did not enter, they would have been distracted from the inside of the tomb.
“Stay away.”
[Mr. Sheila, you’d better follow Jean’s words. Already we get this must act to not be a burden as much as possible.]
Sheila sighed.
[Okay.]
Jean gave Shilla the crown again. To prevent damage during a battle.
‘Opens the armor.’
The spirit flowed from the foreign language of the Baldong language, Bradamante, and wrapped the body of Jean.
The cape was removed and given to Sheila and the sages. It’s a function that Picone put in for use in times like this.
[Be careful.]
“Don’t worry.”
When Sheila and the Myojins retreated, the light that was lighting up her son-in-law disappeared. The place where the party was standing was dark again.
It was still.
Without the slightest sound of footsteps, only the cool wind was crossing through the bushes, but the camp and the enemies were reading out each other’s energy that was faintly mixed in.
As a result of raising the sense of the mind to the limit, Jean was able to come to a conclusion in the near future.
‘There’s no general level.’
The moment when the most worrying problem disappeared.
A smile spread around Jin’s mouth, and the spirit wrapped around the sword began to stir violently. But the darkness of the forest did not make it stand out.
‘Aria.’
Jean whispered to Valeria.
‘Why?’
‘You don’t step up, you get more mana.’
She thought it would be better to save her strength for a fight with the Zipple.
Valeria nodded.
The distance between the Qin and the enemy was getting closer and closer.
The Beacon fighters were thinking that they had not yet entered each other’s sphere of attack.
Already, the person who visited the forest from a traitor to a fairy’s descendant has obtained the information of “Jin Looncandel,” and if they are the Jean Looncandel they are aware of, they have determined that they cannot deliver a valid hit to them on this street.
But that was a great illusion.
‘Six.’
Squirt!
“Boom!”
There was a sudden surge of blood between the non-mentors.
There was no sound of a black blade dyed in spirit that cut through its neck and wind, and not even the sound of Jean’s steps in the art of complementing.
However, I could hear the chilling sound of my neck falling on the cold floor.
‘Now five.’
The fighters scattered reflexively and shone the blade colored with an auror, and Jean was standing behind the second target, thrusting Bradamante into his neck.
