The cold blade pierced into the skin, and a brief coolness followed.

Tilrant widened his eyes and reached out to grab the murderer in front of him, but the other party did not give him this opportunity.

The blade left the body. The moment it pulled it out, blood splattered everywhere, and the injured abdomen was once again painful. It was a kick that Gössez suddenly kicked out.

That force was quick and powerful.

Caught out of control, Tilrant staggered back until he fell to the ground.

The students of the Blood Banner Society came back to their senses. Some of them drew their swords, and some of them eagerly stepped forward to help their leader up.

“Hahahahaha…”

Gasez pointed the short blade in his hand forward, and bright red dripped from the blade. He raised his noble head and looked at the academy student who was surging with contempt.

"According to the will of His Majesty the King, the riots have been eliminated. All accomplices who surrender will not be investigated. If they resist stubbornly, everyone will be executed on the charge of treason!"

His high voice quickly spread throughout the crowd, and the last treason threatened the sword in their hands began to hesitate.

Hesitant face, confused face.

They are students, they are in their youth and pursuing their dreams, and they are simply working hard to save this country.

Treason-

Are the things we did wrong? Are all our efforts in vain?

Could it be—

"Don't be used by people with ulterior motives. Please think carefully. Is your behavior correct?"

Gersez sneered in his heart, but his words kept dismantling their thoughts and wills.

"You are the future of this country tomorrow, and you have a bright and ambitious future. Are you willing to give up your future because of this matter and disappoint all the family and friends who look forward to you?"

"If your purpose is to save this country, then what can this stupid thing bring to you? You will not succeed, because His Majesty the King will not let you succeed!"

"You will only taste the pain and regret in failure, because you have lost yourself, your family and friends, and even more of your future."

"Put down the sword in your hands, and go to the wrong path of no return because of the selfish desires of others, and destroy yourself because of the selfish desires of others. Are you willing?"

The silence of the crowd, Gössez's questioning echoed in everyone's heart, they calmed down, they questioned themselves.

The gathered ideals and beliefs seem to be covered with cracks and begin to collapse.

"No! There is no error in our path!"

Suddenly, a shout stopped all the cracks.

Tilrant, who was supported by the members, sneered, and his palms that were covering his abdomen were dyed red. He raised his head and stared at Gössez tightly, exuding a firm will to move forward in his eyes.

He shook off the arm that the member was holding, lost support, and his body trembled as if he would fall down at any time.

He slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, held the hilt tightly with both hands and inserted it hard towards the earth in front of him. The wound between his abdomen was pulled again, and the pain stimulated his perception like a sobering potion.

Breathing becomes weak and vision becomes blurred.

In his ears, he seemed to hear the sounds from everyone's hearts.

That was the wavering of hesitation and contradiction.

He began to laugh, his laughter was forced, and his laughter was wild.

He turned to his members, turned to the crowd, and he looked at everyone.

"You have not treason, you have not done anything wrong, you are not guilty!"

"Those who can judge us are not the king, those who can judge us are not the country, and only history can be concluded for us!"

“History will remember today and all of us!”

"Before the kingdom collapsed, there was a group of people who tried to save the country. They knew their future, but they still remained determined and even if they failed, they would awaken the sleep of this country!"

"Because no one loves this country more than us, no one wants to save this country more than us, and no one can stop the beliefs and ideals in our hearts!"

With a shaking body, Tyrrant pulled up the sword towards the sky, and Tyrrant released a deafening cry.

"Repentance and pain are left to cowards. We who are willing to turn into the pioneering banner will not fail, because! We will let our will spread in everyone's heart!"

"Numescence and silence fill the world, but we shout! We raise our swords! We rise up and fight!"

Different voices affect different moods, ups and downs.

"A lot of nonsense!"

Behind Tilrant, Gössez burst into laughter.

"Tirrant, who do you think you are? This country does not need you to change. All this country can save is His Majesty the King, and you are just a group of ignorant and stupid idiots!"

"Bressa Gössez!"

Tilrant turned around and looked at his actions with a cold face.

"You don't have the qualifications to evaluate us yet! In my perception, you are just a crazy dog ​​howling in front of the throne!"

"Ha ha--"

Gercez laughed out loud with a gloomy face, licking the short blade stained with blood in his hand.

"If I were a dog, what about you? They were just a group of dying people who didn't know what they were about to be dead!"

"dead?"

Tilrant's sword tip pointed at his head and said coldly, "Then you become a dead dog before us dead!"

"Waldorf! Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared in front of Tilrant, mysterious and strange.

Before Gasez could react, a suffocation surged in his heart, because his neck was tightly clamped by the man in black robe with his strong and powerful palms.

His face was shocked and shocked, as if he couldn't believe the attack of the man in black robe.

"I'm sorry, you're going to die."

A hoarse and low voice slowly came from the black robe. The threat of death instantly made Gasez clear of his mind, and the short blade he grabbed in his hand stabbed the other person's head without hesitation.

"clang--"

The crisp sound of metal falling to the ground was the short blade in Gössez's hand.

Gössez screamed in pain, and the severe pain from his wrist was uncontrollable. He could not see his move clearly, and his wrist was released as if he was struck by lightning without even reacting.

The more difficult it is to breathe, the more intense the suffocation becomes.

His eyes were glaring and his mouth widened.

Suddenly, his neck relaxed, and his powerful palms that he held on it disappeared. Gössez, who was kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath, as if he was making up for the lost air.

"Who are you?"

The man in black robe looked at the person in front of him, and his low voice was filled with wonder.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that I can't let you kill him."

The voice was calm, as if telling an ordinary thing.

"What if I must kill?" the man in black robe snorted.

"So, if you can kill me first."

The speaker is the ordinary coachman who drives the royal carriage.

"The power of the royal family is indeed everywhere. I didn't expect that a little groom also had such strength." The man in black robe sneered and laughed.

"Our responsibilities are not high or low, only different divisions of labor." The groom said calmly.

"A dog also needs you to take action?" said the man in black robe.

"For His Majesty, he is a good dog. His Majesty loves dogs, so I can only protect the dogs." said the groom.

"you--"

When he was said by such a lowly person, Gasez couldn't help but point at the groom angrily and was about to scold him, but when he felt a pain behind his neck, he lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground.

The groom shook his head, as if he was sighing.

"Haha, it seems that this duty is not as beautiful as you imagined." Seeing the groom knocking Gasez out of motion, the man in black robe laughed.

"What do you have to do if you are bitten by a dog?" the groom said without any attention.

"What are you not doing when you are stepped on by a dog?" the man in black robe said disdainfully.

The groom knew what he was saying, but he said indifferently: "I just fulfilled the groom's duties."

Does it mean that people ignore their existence? The man in black robe thought in his heart that being able to secretly set up as a chess piece in the king was indeed extraordinary. When he did not take action, he did not even notice any difference in him.

Until his attack, his speed was no less than that of him.

“Is there any problem?”

Tirrant, who noticed the accident, staggered to the man in black and asked softly.

"If you want to kill them, it may take a lot of time." The man in black robe said seriously.
To be continued...