Ailet x Terry [Part 1 Complete]

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"I greet you formally. It is a paladin belonging to the Heresy Trial Bureau of the Ministry of Prosecutors, Tesilid Argent. Thank you very much."

"...... It's Ileon Odrek. Thank you very much."

Seeing his hand asking for a handshake, Ileon had to pay all his attention to the management of his expression.

He was uncomfortable with tesilid.

A young man who wears a sword as much as himself, and is as handsome as himself. All that is lacking is that he is a child younger than himself.

I felt an instinctive anxiety that I might be taken away.

Meanwhile, while the handshake was getting longer than necessary, Tesilide's eyes subsided.

"......."

Ileon seemed to be concentrating on his facial expressions and not knowing that he was now holding the strength in his hands.

"Then I'll see you again."

"Yes."

The gritty face-to-face was over. The two men immediately turned their backs and exited the meeting hall.

Tesilid walked alone through the corridor and looked down at the hand that had shook hands.

'This mission...'

The premonition is not good. Thinking of that, he soon laughed self-helpingly.

Have you ever felt good in the first place, had a good result, or been welcomed?

It will be nothing more than a stubborn sinister thing that makes no sense. Tesilid decided to believe so.✠Nevertheless, such an ominous premonition was of no use to anyone.

If I wanted to hint at meaningful information in the future, I should have felt a disaster, not an ominousness.

Clearly, it was smooth until some point.

It wasn't a problem to sweep away the legion of ghost knights defending the Horse's Sword, and to escap the victims caught in the dungeon sink to the gate.

But when there was no one on the hill of the Holy Sword to heat up the rescue work.

Greedy Ileon climbed the hill as if possessed. The moment he grabbed the handle of the sword, the opening of the catastrophe was made.

"This is... It's my sword!"

The clear blue jewel that had been embedded in the hilt was transformed into a bloody bead and flashed.

The sword, having found a full host of evil, took root in Ileon's right arm in black.

"I......!"

The conceited blonde was blackened and the walls were contaminated with red.

<I am a hero! >

A voice that was no longer human, shook the hill.

Ileon, who became the host of the Magham, scattered the Magi and indiscriminately cut the people.

There was no way to stop the sudden catastrophe.

The civilians who had not escaped, the three knights of the denomination's supreme power, and the precious healers were wiped out in an instant.

The man whose name was the 1st sword of the Kyōkyō obtained the Magum, because he did not have a tanker to properly hold him up.

Stretching out to the whites of the snow, Ileon rushed towards the last remaining prey.