"you……"

"What’s wrong with you?"

The two have been together for a long time and have been very familiar with each other, so Firut discovered something wrong with Reinharut at a glance.

“…”

However, Reinharut was not in the mood to answer. At this time, his originally handsome and calm face had become a little hideous.

"you!"

"Take Firut to the back and protect it, no mistake!"

"quick!!"

Then, he shouted loudly at the messy subordinates around him in an unquestionable stern tone.

"ah?"

"yes!!"

"Sir Firut, let's go!"

“??”

"Hello!"

"What the hell is wrong?"

"You guys let me go!!"

“Reinharut?”

"asshole!!"

Firut struggled and questioned.

However, Reinharut did not answer her questions, and of course none of the knights and followers who seemed to have seen the seriousness of the situation were willing to listen to her. They directly held her up and accelerated to the direction where the reinforcements of the Karlsten family came.

“!!”

It was just time for all irrelevant people to retreat. The next second, Reinharut saw that the woman holding a long sword and expressionless face had jumped straight from the tower and landed steadily in front of him, and began to look at him with her eyes without focal length.

"you……"

"Who are you?!"

After looking at each other for a while, suddenly, Reinharut gritted his teeth and asked loudly with a ferocious face. The sound was so loud that even Firut, who was being held back by someone, was a little scared.

"explain!!"

clang!!

Reinharut pulled out his sword hard and let the dragon sword called "Red" make the highest status in the world and passed down from generation to generation by sword saint. Only the sword saint can be taken, and has a self-awareness. The sword tip that can only be unsheathed when facing a suitable enemy is aimed at the woman far away.

From then on, it is not difficult to guess that Reinharut's arms and back of his hands, with blue veins, must have been holding the hilt of the sword very hard and his heart was extremely uneasy.

“…”

However, the woman did not answer, and still stood barefoot without saying a word, still looking at him without any focal length as she was at the beginning.

“!!”

"You talk!"

"I can't feel Mana in your body, nor do I feel your heartbeat. Who are you?"

"Say it!"

"Tresia van Astrea?!!"

Almost like a roar, Reinharut tried his best to shout out the name that he had been carrying for nearly fifteen years, which was undoubtedly a very heavy name for him.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"

As long as you are a living person, you will usually have Mana, that is, magic, and heartbeat. The woman in front of you who is extremely familiar to him but somewhat strange has nothing, which is very telling some problems.

However, even if he vaguely guessed what kind of existence the person came, Reinharut could not calm down.

After all, that woman's identity was extraordinary to him.

In fact, judging from the red hair and blue eyes that are unique to the Astrea family, and the fact that he just shouted out the other party's name in grief and anger, it is not difficult to guess that the woman's relationship with him and the Astrea family is definitely not ordinary.

And that's exactly what the truth is...

Because the other party is Theresia van Astrea, the wife of Wilheim van Astrea, her grandmother of Reinharut van Astrea, also known as the swordsman of the previous generation!

Theresia van Astrea has always been the most beloved and respected figure of Reinharut. He is the great hero of Lugnica who led the Kingdom Army to end the "Asian War". He is his most beloved person, no doubt about it!

Reinharut still clearly remembers that fourteen years ago, when Theresia went on a battle to fight against the white whale, the swordsman's guard suddenly moved to him, who was only five years old, causing her to lose the power of the swordsman to be unfortunately killed in battle...

This also became the main reason why his grandfather Wilheim had a estrangement from him. Even Reinharut himself was also in self-blame because of that incident. He has troubled him like a nightmare for fourteen years, making him unable to forgive himself easily.

And now...

That woman, his beloved grandmother Theresia van Astralia, actually appeared again, and stood in front of him with a sword expressionless face. There was no trace of living aura on his body. In addition, he was still facing him with a sword, and it seemed that he was still standing on the side of the Witch Sect. How could he calm down?

“…”

The woman still had no answer, and was still standing barefoot without saying a word, still as expressionless as before, looking at Reinharut without focus.

“…”

"Don't answer, or can't answer?"

"Oh!"

Looking at the other person's face, he first smiled bitterly and then exhaled a breath of turbid air, Reinharut finally calmed down gradually, and the long sword that was originally facing the other person slowly hanged down.

"I see……"

"It's all done by the Witch Cult, right?"

"Dear Grandmother..."

"Please rest assured, I will rescue you and completely destroy that evil sect, in the name of Asteria!!"

As he said that, while the sword energy was surging, Reinharut began to add additional protection to himself, just like when he was in a duel with a bad little girl.

However, this time, it is no longer a competition, and he does not seek any victory or defeat, because it has no meaning at all!

Now he just wants to use his way to atone for his sins and end all this...

...

When Reinharut was about to attack his grandmother who had passed away fourteen years ago, what he didn't know was that a bad little girl was still staying in the restaurant before, eating while peeping at them through magic lenses with relish.

“…”

(??~??)

At this time, in front of Anne, there were magical images like screens floating in the air. Inside, there were not only scenes of Reinharut confronting his grandmother, Sword Saint who had been dead for more than ten years, but also scenes of Annatasia, her knights Yurius, Mimi Palbaton and others besieging an immortal "Eight-Armed Swordsman".

Of course, there must be no missing Kurshu, Priscira, Emilia and other people fighting in various places in the city of Pristra in the Watergate.

“…”

Standing behind Anne was Rem's well-behaved twin maid with blue hair and blue eyes.

At this time, she still had a lot of blood on her body and face, and stood silently behind the careless little master of her house, and followed a careless little master to pay attention to what was happening in the city without saying a word.

Now Rem already knows why her master is not in a hurry, because, judging from the current situation, the five candidates for the throne and the power they have mastered seem to be able to defeat the invasion of the Witch Cult and stabilize the situation of the city, so gradually, she is not very anxious now.

but……

Rem saw that in addition to the unexpected citizens and guards in the city, many mercenaries and knights also lost their lives during the counterattack. Looking at the warriors who fought bravely but ended up corpsing on the street, they were as kind as her, and couldn't help but feel indifferent.

"Owner."

"Are we really not going to help?"

"If we can also help, we will definitely avoid more casualties, right?"

So, after hesitating for a while, she felt that she had fully recovered her strength and felt that her master should have been full, so she spoke nervously and suggested.

“…”

(??????)

"I won't go!"

o(′^)o

"Let's see!"

(^_?)?

"Rem, I've made a bet with you. Do you believe it or not? Even if we stay here all the time, those stupid guys will definitely end up satisfying everyone?"

?(ψ｀▽′)o

Seeing Rem's nervous look with a frown, there was no choice but to turn around and comfort the other party, but soon she turned her head and continued to look with relish.

“??”
To be continued...