I Became the Strongest With The Failure Frame【Abnormal State Skill】As I Devastated Everything

"Civito Gartland...... ugh!?

Sellas said as he rebuilt his sword.

He also seems to know his full name.

"Besides, even the Pendragon... ugh"

Nonetheless, there are only four of us here.

One, not enough.

…………

Civito had a white spear in his hand.

A leather belt wraps around the body of the white dragon.

The leather belt was stocked with several white spears.

It's like a spare bullet.

Plus I can see the sword on Civito's hips.

Although it is now in the sheath.

"I've sealed your mouth, Auban."

Said Civito.

Keep your gaze fixed on me.

The blonde man on the left hand side answers scratching his head.

"You know, did I have to kill you?

A blonde man called Auban.

The skin is brown.

An even face.

He has a cunning look.

Piercing in the ear.

Civito that only faintly breaks the mouth.

"That's more about keeping the coin earner. Daikon, would that be a margin per ortora?

but red eyes are not laughing.

He is an odd man.

Let's just say there's nowhere to look.

Auban overlooking Gizn's body with loose air.

"For being true to my desires, I was a deputy chief who was easy to handle personally. Hey."

"That would be convenient for you. That gizn was going to get in the way of this stage. Therefore killed him in my mood."

"Well Gizn had a weak side to his desire, so he had concerns that he might not be fit for this assignment... I figured I should not have brought him in?

"Besides, Gizn's stretching bill was a headache. However, if I had avoided that spear, I would have helped you. Do your best."

Potta.

A grain of sweat falls from my chin under my feet.

…………

When pierced by a spear, Gizn was paralyzed and unable to move.

He was unable to take evasive action.

Well - which would have been impossible to avoid.

Anyway, the existence of [paralysis] has not yet been felt.

That's what it looks like.

Glimpse of Cellas.

I was upset.

"O, King Ortola... take me?

That confusion.

I can deduce that Ortola is the king of the Holy Nation of Nair.

The king you were serving tried to kill Sellas?

If so, I can also nod her confusion.

"This gizn is also a little, kicking, interested... what a former high elf princess who gave her sword as a knight to the Holy Nation will look like knowing the truth -"

That word Gizn unleashed just before his death.

If it is the king of the holy kingdom who ordered the murder, then the word fits.

but why would the king try to kill Sellas?

I have no idea why.

Sellas doesn't seem to know either.

"That grandfather still seems to have this cool fortune to hide. Come on... I'm telling you that if you do me a favor, I'll spit out all my hidden fortune. Me, come on, I still have the jewels I want in every country..."

"Why don't we just find out where the treasure is by torture we specialize in"

The two dragon knights continue their pale conversation.

Sellas' question had been put through.

However, Civito's gaze remains fixed on me.

My gaze is all the time, I (...) or (...) et al. (...) outside (...) (...).

"Ortola's weirdly ready to kick ass with that. The effect of torture can be surprisingly thin on a crazy person. So you have to kill Sellas Ashlein as requested, I don't think you'll ever break your mouth"

Let's not tickle, Civito.

"Paranoia and lust are horrible things."

"Ughe! Did you even see through that grandfather's Kimochiwalui sentiment when he called you Civito?!? Scary!"

That's when the dragon knight on the right interrupted the conversation.

"Leave Auban's personal circumstances aside for a moment - how would you like to treat Selas Ashlein, Lord Civito?

"How dare His Majesty?

"We'll take care of it after we catch it."

"He knows us well. Not a strong warrior, but one could say he is a wise emperor"

"Lord Civito, how about it? What about giving her around to her men as a reward to increase the morale of the knights and then ending it? Either Oban's" coin earner ”will end up dead."

"Then you're in trouble, Schweitz."

Oban puts in a cross spear of discontent.

"Trouble? What do you mean?

"Sama, the former Holy King, is telling me to bring the body in a state that I know is pure. You said something sooo disgusting that you would definitely know if the smell of another man's arr... I don't know, around telling you to bring him in alive, but with a corpse, don't you think he's pretty crazy already?

A middle-aged man called Schweiz roars short.

"Hum, did you"

Looks like you took Auban's word for it calmly.

Schweitz was storing beards reminiscent of bears.

I have scorched tea hair all back.

A face can be described as a man.

Black eyelids on the left eye.

The voice is a calm baritone.

Big but no crude impression.

Old fashioned in elegance.

The impression feels like nobility.

Riding is a larger black dragon the same size as Auban.

"Then it seems difficult to use her in the direction of making use of her. No, no, it was an unproductive foolishness while I was there. I'm sorry."

"Ah - what are you guys talking about that I don't understand!?

Sellas raised his voice.

The voice was accompanied by the sound of a strangulation.

"There is no way that that serene King Ortola could utter such strange words! If you take any more unsolicited paranoia, I will take it as an insult to my king!

Auban pointing her lips in a grinning mood.

"Exactly. I feel a little sorry for the Saint Knight, too. That ridiculous outrage, too, would be really hilarious if compared to the truth. Is that it? Oh, and I wonder if that means I'm soooo thick and innocent of loyalty? You're pretty, aren't you? I like beautiful gems, too."

Next, Auban laughed nicely.

"But for now, if you're alive, that grandfather won't die in peace."

"Ya, shit...... ugh! What the hell is the purpose!?

I was thinking.

…………

No, it's not.

You should know who you are.

Cellas has the power of the Spirit to sense lies.

Maybe they're not lying.

That's why her upset is swelling.

Cellas still looked like she was going to cry.

"O, when King Ortola... such..."

Cellas kneeling in weakness.

Schweitz looked at her uninspiring.

"What will you do, Lord Civito?

"It is decided. Cellas Ashlein gives you the right to win raw"

"I see, that's the usual array"

Schweitz snorts clerically.

"If Miss Cellas wins a duel with you, she'll miss it," he said. And Lord Oban, is that all right?

"If the Holy Knight dies beautifully as a woman, I'll do whatever it takes. ♪ I know how it turns out, and come on."

"I don't know."

For the first time ever, a silent person uttered a voice.

It's the one riding the black dragon on the left end from me.

The area exposed from the armor is bandaged.

To see from the voice, man.

Only the left eye is exposed from the bandage.

"Sacred kingdom of Nair, head of the Holy Knights. The elite spiritual costume is famous."

Civito doing his hand to the mouth.

"Naturally I also hear stories about elite spiritual costumes. That's why I followed you so far. I wish I could fight that elite spiritual costume. You can do whatever you want with the rest."

Civito stared at me even more.

"and - until earlier, I thought so."

Schweitz frowns.

"Lord Civito...?

"For some reason now I care more about that boy than Selas Ashlein"

Transfer your gaze to me, Schweitz.

"I also noticed this Schweitz that you've been watching him... but what the hell bothers you? At best, it only seems to me to be the degree of luggage that Sellas Ashlein hired."

"You're old, Schweitz. He's very interesting."

I've been smiling lightly.

Civito gave it to me.

"Boy."

Red eyes expecting something.

"Who are you?

□

I've never been able to move.

Skeleton King.

A demon that was weaker than I thought.

I was too cautious against the demons of the Mills ruins.

Hi. He doesn't like to identify the power of weak opponents.

but a strong opponent is different.

Big or expensive things are easy to see.

If you look up, you will most likely stand there.

It is easy to see that it is huge.

No matter where I stand.

Even if you don't change the position you see.

I can see the magnitude of existence.

So, okay.

I'm just as bladed down my throat right now.

The moment you take any offensive action, only one blow will kill me by Civito.

And he knows I know it.

Humanity is the strongest.

Civito Gartland.

Instinct tells.

The strongest name is not decoration.

This guy...

Ah (...) 's (...) Soul (...) Eat (...) Y (...) Also (...) Ya (...) Ba (...) Y (...) Phase (...) Hand (...).

I can't stop the sweat that erupts after I encounter Civito.

My face is no longer sweaty.

Depending on the choice, it could end here.

Life or death.

Life will remain or not.

Potta,

Potato.

A sweat that tells off like a waterfall falls to the ground.

Perhaps,

Su (...) be (...) is (...) me (...) next (...) -

▽

Still, why not?

The same was true when the ruins were abandoned.

This is such a bad situation.

"You."

Civito pleasantly asked.

"What are you laughing at?

Oh, yeah.

Only at times like this, how could I...

…………

Is it funny, is it coming?

No, that's fine.

Return the distorted grin to Civito.

"Hey, Civito Gartland -"

All right.

The attack is not coming.

It's passed on.

Whether or not you intend to attack.

And an indication of willingness to ask for a conversation.

Lifting your arms is probably impossible.

but I can't let you talk.

Enough.

"Why don't you talk to me for a second?

Civito soothed his eyes.

I see.

In short, if there's not even any indication that you're trying to shoot your skills...

"Come on."

Negotiations with the strongest of them are possible.