The commander's order to kill the princess was so monotonous that it sounded like he had something he had in charge, so he had to bring it. Historia was perplexed.
First of all, Historia was tied up and had no intention of attacking the princess. The princess was a resistance, but she was quite communicative and acted kindly. Historia didn't want to lose her easily whoever she was. Especially if you can speak.
If you die, you can never go back, but if you are alive, you can meet again somehow.
In that sense, Historia was quite satisfied with her current situation as a prisoner. A prisoner is oppressed by force, so he cannot exert his force on others. Thus, the bound she was freed from the duty to attack anyone.
But Maximilien's orders were grabbing her from a cozy dream and waking her up.
Fortunately, before Historia could answer, fierce reactions erupted from here and there. Seeing an opportunity for a surprise attack with her breath holding her breath, Xia Tee changed her judgment and opened the side door of the luggage compartment to protect the princess.
While Shiati was leading the selfie this way, the regressor blew out his life and took out Cheoneng and Jizan at the same time.
“Can I take that as a sign of fighting?”
However, even in the face of a formidable enemy, the guards responded with a carefree attitude.
“You like to intervene. But, gentlemen, if you've mastered the finesse of manners, stay still. I'm talking to Warden Historia right now.”
“Is the order to kill someone a conversation?”
“Isn’t it something?”
The returner made an absurd expression, but the reaction of others did not follow. I don't know either. And even the princess who was told to die was not agitated.
It was because Maximilien's words had little to no murderous intent. Because he spoke very formally, he only tilted his head without feeling a sense of crisis even for the princess.
Historia, who looked around, answered shakily.
“… director. I'm tied up. And it's closer to the sword over there than the coat of arms. How am I?”
“I'm afraid I'll be disappointed in you sooner, so don't say any more, Warden. Why are they trying to argue with each other without trusting each other’s intelligence and abilities?”
Maximilien responded as expected of Historia's reaction.
“There is no way I can tie you up with just a rope. It is your heart that binds you. Well, I have no intention of saying anything about him… . Being interested in trivial and insignificant things would be the leisure of those with qualifications. Anyway, don't deny that you turned down my request.”
“sorry.”
“But what? Any request can be rejected. what your heart is Okay, now I hear your request. Something?”
Maximilien replied calmly, without any regrets. It was a very thoughtful and reasonable response. Historia drew out a prepared answer.
“Their purpose is to prevent a war that will be waged by the military. That’s why we’re charging into the headquarters to start a war.”
“Hey. therefore?”
“Their total power is at the national level. As long as the main force is in the Far East, it is difficult to guarantee victory if they fight like this. Therefore, delaying the war plans for a moment. I think that calling in troops and negotiating with them is the most reasonable way to reduce damage.”
“I don’t think so.”
As if the answer had been decided in advance, Maximilien answered lightly. It was a cool refusal to ask why.
“Major Historia, it’s not meant to protect the military. Because all you care about is Hamelin's business.”
“But it’s also for the military!”
“Then you go to the headquarters and claim it. don't put me there I see no reason to avoid battle.”
“Many will die! The command could collapse!”
“Who are you worried about dying? Oh right. Did you say you found the Piper of Hameln?”
The lens flickered towards me. But after a while, the focus shifted back to Historia. From his point of view, I was nothing worth caring about.
If he has any reason to care about me, it is because I am the driving force behind Historia. For Maximilien, I am, to the last, an existence as a means.
Not even a single piece of reason is allowed to an unqualified person. Because he's special.
It wasn't really common.
“Do your hobbies to that extent, Warden.”
Maximilian said lamentably.
“Ts. I should've known from the start of the fuss about two hundred useless bastards. Whatever it is, it will disappear if you just ask. I was forced to grow my business because I was fussing about trivial incidents that no one would remember.”
“… No one remembers? Two hundred dead?”
“Strength and talent. At least two hundred people without even a promised future. how will you remember If Warden Historia and Rancart had not had seizures, it would have ended with just such a happening… . But wait, who was talking now?”
Maximilian looked around, observing that Historia's mouth had not moved. Immediately, the speaker was nowhere to be seen in his sight.
Because the person who said that was Shiati, who was in the luggage compartment.
“Cancel that word!”
With the luggage compartment door open, it was Shiati, who was preparing to rescue the princess in case something happened. But when Maximilian mentioned Hamelin, he could not bear it and ran out and hung on the door.
Shiati stretched out and looked at Maximilian with scorching eyes. Her hatred of her burning her blazed in her eyes.
“How can you say that it is so trivial?! Hameln is not going to be ignored by you guys… !”
But Shiati. It's useless.
For someone who doesn't really think of you as a human being, even those words are meaningless.
“aah, you bastard who doesn’t want to be ripped off!”
creak.
One of the cogs in Maximilian's head was slightly misaligned. His rational and tolerant part is not used for Shiati. To write his reason… It was because of Shiati's lack of qualifications.
“Now, little things are interrupting my words, hey hey hey! Noise, noise! It's noisy!”
Murderous intent surged rapidly. Helping you think… Or a cog in the way. One switch that connects his reason and empathy is turned off, and it leads to the dark side of his emotions. A great hostility flowed from there.
And the enmity immediately became a reality.
Maximilien held up the six cogs in one hand. It didn't look like that at all, but it was a bow with a winch.
no power needed The power that turns the gears, that's the power.
Cyrillic. The iron is twisted The sharp arrows attached to the demonstration shone.
ping, and The bow, full of mechanical power, pushed the arrow away. The arrow became a beam of light and flew in, aiming at the center of Shiati's chest.
From decision to action, there is no moment of hesitation or delay. In fact, he was only thinking about getting rid of the noise that was there. So most of them did not read the intention of the attack until the moment the arrow was fired.
Only Historia, who had been very vigilant from the beginning, responded to that.
She stretched out her feet even while tied up. With a pop, something exploded, Historia lost its balance. The shock of her was so great that the body of Historia that was sitting on her horse floated up.
“Hey?! Commander-in-Chief!”
The princess stretched out her hand, but the shock was not too great. Historia, unable to endanger the princess and the selfie, did not resist and floated her body. she was a horse
I immediately cried.
“Ouch! Pick it up!”
“bruise!”
Hearing my cry, Aji jumped off at the same time.
Quang. The glass plate on the front of the car was torn and flew away. After the returner removed the annoying windshield at once, he grabbed the cherry blossom and ran away.
“You idiot! I understand what you mean by fighting!”
Maximilien, who had attacked at will, shouted out in anger.
“I'm going to erase the noise, but they're all arguing!!!”
“It’s not noise, even if it’s noise, it’s our noise!”
The returnee reacted violently and shook his head.
Thousand Swords, Doryongcham.
A huge blade of wind that seemed to have enlarged a thousand cherry trees a hundred times crushed Maximilien. Even before it is swinging, the strong wind weighs down on the world. Against the giant's sword wielded by the gods, Maximilien drew out his jagged sword.
Fitting geek. Sharp cogs turn with a rustling sound. Even without wielding it, a sword with a blade that can easily shred steel. It was one of his masterpieces. It was the car that Maximilien was about to put his sword against the Cheoneng.
Maximilian's arm was broken upside down.
“… Die!”
Ciati put Maximilien's arm in sight and snapped his finger. Because of her anger, Siati did not take care of her own body, and her ring finger became terrifying to her sight. If she does not receive proper treatment, she will never be beaten again after today.
Anyway, black magic is fair. The same phenomenon is imposed on her fingers and the cursed object. Thanks to her sacrifice, Maximilien's arm was bent in the opposite direction of the joint, much like Ciati's finger… .
“Noisy!”
However, the same phenomenon does not necessarily have the same value. A cool stream of water for a human to dip their feet into can be an overflowing flood for ants. Maximilian was fine even with his arm broken.
Those who have attained qigong can breathe qigong into their body. It is usually used to strengthen bones and muscles, but qigong masters who have reached the highest level have mastered the opposite case as well.
The moment he was struck by black magic, Maximilian reacted mechanically. Bones and muscles soften briefly. Even though his arm was bent backwards, he returned without any problem.
The cost of sacrificing Shiati's ring finger was only a moment's break. Maximilian was furious and his whole body trembled.
“This noise doesn’t even know the subject!!!”
“That’s enough!”
However, the noise interfered with the meshing of the chinen and the sawtooth sword. A thousand cherry blossoms fell on Maximilian's body.
Broken gears bounced in all directions.
At about the same time, a steel cog the size of a palm spurted into Shiati's chest. It was a steel cog trap that the enraged Maximilian rolled onto the road.
She didn't notice the attack until halfway through, and she was hit by a cog wheel and nearly rolled over from the carriage. If it wasn't for the kid who caught up with the Historia, she would have gone downhill.
“bruise! Woof woof!”
Azi barked as if thanking him, but Shiati only looked at Maximilian with a contorted face. Her remaining fingers were fiddling with one of the three fingers.
Just before the Dragon Cham tore the Maximilian apart, Maximilian's wheel spun violently, sparking flames. As the bumps dug into the road, Maximilian's body rushed forward.
His power to control the cog wheels enables rapid acceleration without bending the knees or preparing to lower the center of gravity. If it had been a decent attack, it would have been out of the attack range by itself.
“Do-ryong-cham, disgusting!”
However, the returner's attack was based on the ability of the troop. An attack on a much larger and larger scale than expected hit Maximilian.
Crick Crick. A cog wheel moved on his shoulder. Maximilien's cloak flipped over and wrapped around him like a shield. Then an explosion occurred.
Maximilien's cloak was torn apart, and the fine cogs that filled every crease flew like dust in the dry wind.
“Sheesh! Cogwheel Cloak… !”
“A weapon that counteracts the cherry blossoms that disturbs the space by continuously rotating engagement. I finally made that one in this short time. It hurts my head.'
The returner clicked his tongue in regret.
She felt sorry for her, but Maximilien felt a rage that was about to explode in her head. Her disorganized cogs did their best, but they lost their calm order and returned to chaos. He cried with blood in his eyes.
“To destroy my masterpiece, infinite interlocking… ! Bye-bye, bye-bye, that means you are going to have a fight with me!!”
The returnee responded with an absurd expression.
“You attacked first?!”
“Now you are framed! Yes, my mistake in trying to achieve what I wanted with intellect and order! Noisy bastards have their own way of talking!”
The guard lowered his posture and shoved his hands into the ground. A flash of light flashed across the thin metal line carved into his skin, starting from his elbow. The surface of the road was scraped like tofu from his fingertips, sliding at high speed.
“Combat Pension. Forging.”
And instead of the forked road becoming dust and scattered, it took a shape at the fingertips of the cadets. The rubble of the road turned into steel in an instant.
After gently digging the surface of the soft pudding with a spoon, move it horizontally as if dragging a plow to dry it in a circle along the curved surface. A similar phenomenon was occurring at Maximilian's fingertips.
The only difference is the fact that the material is the rock of the road and it is Maximilian's fingers to dig it up.
Two long lines are drawn over the road. The excavated ground quickly became a giant wheel of steel. The complex structure of the cog wheel, which rotates separately inside and outside, scratched the ground violently and roared violently.
An iron wheel as large as a car was formed in an instant. Maximilian quickly rotated the inner cog to the limit. The inner wheel accumulating power burned red from friction.
“Steel newborn! Go! Smash those unbeautiful things aah!”
tung. Maximilien releases his hand, and an iron wheel approaches the ground, scratching the ground. The forked road turns into a bright red glow. Steel cogs rushed towards us as if they were crushing us, making huge scars on the flat road.