Chapter 359 (1/2)

Alfred, who moved from the royal palace but often traveled to the royal palace to meet his father. That day too, I visited the royal palace to have my father practice.

Lose to Mira many times, repeated training each time, but still lose. The day was fun. I felt that I was getting stronger. Moreover, I became friends with Mira and became able to interact with his father, and found a higher wall.

The defeat increased Alfred. It continued to raise.

I can see my father for the first time in a long time today. You can sew a busy interval and have them attend to the practice. The defeat that has repeated, I learned in each case, became stronger. Show the results.

Alfred is headed down by his father. Will you give up today, while embarrassing such a dream-

“Alfred of that day was a god.”

William was sitting alone in the office. It looks like there is no one around. The voice is from behind, but there is no sign of people.

“I removed my father’s mask from you and pulled out the white knight of the actual battle. It seems that the wound at that time is not yet healed.

William squeezes his nose.

“A son who was about to be killed by a real father and a father who was about to kill a real son?”

Hakuryu still remembered the day clearly. Both my father and my son intended to play with each other. The son was convinced that he would be lightly scolded when he was serious about the great father, and he was still ill-informed that the difference in power was still large.

The sword was a strange thing among the white dragons. A masterpiece of giving up my father, an excellent technique that incorporates the talent that surpasses my father and the sword that matches it. Hakuryu was the one who saw it and was upset. I understood at a glance. He imitates the two and is trying to find his own sword from it. It’s just horrific of its goodness and innocence, bringing in something purely good.

A white knight and a fighting king, a talent that simultaneously expresses the two. Mental techniques, all under way. There is still room for growth. So that’s it. How far did the end, I could not imagine in the white dragon.

My father is overwhelmingly strong, my son is still immature. The difference between the two defeated the father’s mask and brought out the seriousness of the white knight. A long time no-zero, concentrated killing intent broke Alfred’s heart. Blood drips from Alfred’s neck, which falls down. Although she was thin, she turned down. The fact left two people with a big wound.

I was a “king”. Maybe it won’t change until I die. I can not return to a mere father, and I will return to a mere son, too. ”

“Because of that special treatment, right? The surrounding area was rough today, but from the perspective of everything I see, it’s kind of the kind of thing you mentioned earlier. You’re treating that child too much.”

“What’s wrong with the special treatment? That is special. That’s only it. And the father who is left with me wants it to be special and disappear. I’m sure I want it from the bottom of my heart, and at the same time, I’m convinced. ”

William smiles with a sad smile.

“I do not wish …”

Tomorrow, everything starts to move. All calculators are in order. The power of Palomides, the state of Alfred, the results are visible. All movements from here have also been simulated.

The wolf was thrown long ago.

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Fight in front of the king. I just did not think that that would be so disturbing. Alfred objectively understood that his condition was the worst. The cause is also known. What was about to be killed by the father who respected and trusted-

(That’s an accident. My father may have been stunned. Why is I doing this?)

Sword practice. Such an accident is possible. I care too much, that’s it. Though it seems objectively, it does not listen to what the mind says for some reason.

The swaying mind affected the body, weakening Alfred’s body in just one night. The animation is lost, the complexion is pale, and the movements of the limbs are dull.

I can not explain why I get this. When I ask if it is trauma that I was dying, I feel it is not. In fact, the knight who had encountered the encounter head, even when he was about to be killed, it did not become like it is now.

“Why am I?”

Alfred alone is on the stage. If you notice the martial arts competition, you can see the enemy Palomides in front of you. I see, but I can not see.

The line of sight was directed to my father without being directly aligned.

I do not understand this feeling. I do not know the cause of this tremor. Why does that day flash back? I do not understand the meaning.

“It’s a cruel figure. Is this the appearance of a wall that I admired and that I should overcome?”

Palomides is saying something. But that won’t beat Alfred’s earlobe. I can hear it but I can not hear it. Though voices arrive, they do not work to understand their meaning. Why is this going to happen? Why did my father make himself stand on the front stage now? The more you think, the less your head becomes.

“It’s just the sky, it’s good, I’m worthy of me … let me turn around!”

Palomides pulled the sword. In response, Alfred pulls out his sword. The body is heavy with my head still covered. It is not about fighting.

“I’m going!”

At that moment, the audience blew. Alfred also opened his eyes to surprise.

A rush full of force. Before that power-

The black sheep and the muscular and muscular bones had an unusual weight. Noble big angle wears everything. It is the heavy black knight that Ostberg boasts of a solid sense of solidarity that is coming to the end.