"Shield."

Doyle's eyes slowly widened, and Glover's eyes became sharper.

As a sparring partner, Piroga stood in the middle of the field, astonished and didn't know what to do.

"It's not... vital."

Thales took a deep breath, endured the stiffness and pain in his muscles after suffering a heavy blow, and touched the fixed straps behind the shield.

Within his body, the defeated sin of Hell River surged up again from the silence.

They climbed up step by step with the ferocity and unwillingness of a beast licking its wounds, making a muffled sound of explosions.

Thales tremblingly took out his right hand and loosened the straps.

Let the broken arm shield fall to the ground freely.

"I……"

The young man swallowed hard the saliva that smelled of salty blood, and held the practice sword at his feet tremblingly.

"I……"

The sin of the rivers of hell surged into his arms.

"I still……"

The next moment, Thales breathed steadily, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the sword!

The young man stared at Mallos's back:

"...I didn't lose."

The royal guards were in an uproar again.

People looked at the prince with incomprehensible looks and talked a lot.

Many people also looked at their commander quietly.

Waiting for his reaction.

One second, two seconds.

Mallos remained silent and did not turn around.

He just slowly turned his neck, turned his head, and glanced sideways at Thales.

The corners of the watchman's mouth curled up.

Drawing out a cold and mysterious...
Chapter completed!