�If I materialize Ra energy through the five senses, I eat it.�Steal the plans for La Enemy through the taste of memory.�

�It�s a good thing for Sirone.�

Before making a decision, Lian looked back at Wig�s corpse with a pitiful look.

�Wig of the gale.�

As a prosecutor who made his name known around the same time, he felt a sense of identity, but there was no room for personal feelings to intervene in what Sirone was doing.

�sorry.�

It�s not childish enough to question who did the wrong thing first in a battle.

However, as the same mercenary, he had to engrave the guilt in his heart for not being able to take revenge.

�See you in hell.�

A knight�s sword can only be used for the purpose of the master, said Rian, who had made the decision, looking back at Kido.

�Follow me.�I�ll take you to Sirone.�

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Chagall had only one dagger left, but the attacks on Etella were simultaneous.

Dozens of sheaths appeared on Etela�s limbs, which were taking a defensive posture while protecting her main organs.

His superhumanly trained muscles did not tolerate even a single drop of blood loss, but even that was now reaching its limit.

Chagall annoyedly kicked as the schema�s function rapidly declined and consciousness faded away.

Instead of a sharp attack that pierced the flesh, when the whole torso was pushed away, Etella fell backwards.

�why?�

Chagall, who is said to be cruel, is ranked among the hundredth in the world, but he is not an innate psychopath, so his stomach swells.

�Why aren�t you fighting back?�

The Blade of Grass Circus has never existed in the world.

The reason why I couldn�t say no even though I was denied the obvious memories I felt with my five senses was because the idea that it could possibly be the case was at the bottom of my unconscious.

�Only the smell is clear.�

He has a superhuman sense of smell that humans do not have, but the nostalgia of the incident does not convey visual information.

There are only memories that he remembers vividly, but if you look deeply into it, even Tia�s face doesn�t come to mind.

�Archbishop Raphael did not kill you.�

Waking up from his thoughts, Chagall glared at the fallen Etella.

�If it is Master�s will, I will follow it.�

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