The well-cut green stand-up collar uniform, the burgundy cloak with gold-rimmed embroidery, and the delicate face like a delicate doll showed surprise in the face, and the moment Roland's gaze met, a sense of security and anticipation welled up from his emerald green eyes, and then turned into a call.

"Roland, what do you ...... What the hell is ...... here?"

A simple question was more effective than any sword in disrupting Roland's defenses.

Is that a phantom? or is it really Minerva?

The voice and appearance are the same as Minerva's, and there is no suspicion in the slightest. However, this is not a real space where common sense applies, and it is difficult to tell whether it is a real person or a phantom that is indistinguishable from a real person based on information such as voice and appearance. What's even more troublesome is that Sloth can easily pull others into this world, which further makes it more difficult to distinguish.

Phantoms, real people, traps, strategies, responses, implementations –

Countless waves of reasoning and hypotheses rushed through Roland's mind in an instant, and before he could sort out the chaos and frenzy, the situation could not wait to attack him and the unsuspecting girl.

The shadows beside Minerva wriggled, and the vanished apparitions rose from the darkness again, and the chrysalis prangled on Minerva.

"What is this?!"

Minerva screamed. Even where he was was not clear, a group of monsters suddenly appeared, and the brave princess couldn't help but change color for a while.

"Minerva, get out of the way!!"

Roland's reaction was definitely not slow.

At the same moment as the shadow flickered, he kicked off the ground and rushed towards Minerva.

In an instant, the lightning and flint crossed a distance of five meters, and even first-class swordsmanship masters could do it.

Roland had no time to be proud of this, and his heart was only bored with the slow moment.

Can't catch up -

After estimating the distance between the two sides, speed, next step and other data, the cold conclusion came to mind, and it was too late to be disgusted by this and deduce it again, Roland waved his left arm vigorously. The two knives hidden in the sleeves of the shirt took the phantom that blocked the front of them, and the wire connected to the small cone drew a large semicircle.

This is Roland's last talisman.

When using throwing weapons such as throwing knives, darts, rebound markers, and hidden arrows, the range of body movements is generally large, and unless the timing is very good, it is easy for the opponent to detect and dodge. After the rise of more concealed and lethal assassination weapons such as umbrella guns, suitcase guns, belt guns, and lipstick guns, the traditional so-called "hidden weapons" were immediately phased out. Even if a small number survived, it was largely used as a protective weapon and collectible, no longer as an iconic weapon for the Assassins.

Roland's knife is an emergency defense device for "just in case", and this little trick may not have helped a certain Divine Will Agent and his clones, but his enemies are not only those alien monsters. As a "holy girl" whose reputation among the people is in full swing, it is inevitable that she will be hated by some people, and there are some reckless people who can't control their impulses and can't control their fingers. In order to be able to deal with friends and professional assassins from all walks of life without causing a riot, the knife became one of the equipment that Roland carried with him.

The wire used to hang the conical weights is similar. As long as the speed is fast enough, the wire that moves in a circular motion can even form a slashing effect, and the weight hanging on the front end can even smash a person's skull with a single blow.

The speed of the two murder weapons and Roland's gallop was extraordinary, and the blades thrown by the human force almost chased the bullets out of the chamber, and swooped down on the phantoms who turned their backs on Roland.

The opponent was defenseless and the speed of the attack was enough, and Roland was confident that he would never miss a shot.

Hey?

The sound of gasps leaked from the boy's rapidly twisted face.

- The apparition vanished.

Illusory things always disappear eventually, even if they are the dead in the spiritual world who have been forcibly dragged back to the present world from the underworld. No matter if you are beaten by your opponent, or if you are bathed in the sun and evaporate like dew, you will only return to the realm of eternal sleep in the end.

Even if it disappears suddenly and without warning, there is nothing surprising.

Just as the two knives were about to reach the back of the phantom, the dead vanished into thin air.

Whether they returned to the realm of the dead to rest in peace, or waited for Sloth's next call—these things didn't matter to Roland anymore. His eyes widened and he stared at the trajectory of the knife that continued to fly, his purple eyes full of horror and anxiety, and at the same time reflected the frightened and inexplicable girl—between her and the knife, there was no obstacle.

"Secret ......"

Without waiting for Roland to say the whole thing, the knife easily pierced through the air, and the "poof" sound sank into the girl's body.

a throat;

a stalk of the heart;

The blade hit two key points accurately, and a blood-colored mist sprayed into the air from the wound.

"Ahhh......h

The boy didn't care about the weights and wires that flew out of the window, let alone guarding behind him, and he froze on the spot with his hand stretched out his hand to stop it, and let out a silent moan from his mouth.

The girl's hollow eyes widened, and she fell on her back with an expression of disbelief and pain, her body and the floor making a creepy muffled sound, and a heavy dull sound ran along the ground to the soles of Roland's feet, all the way up until the boy's heart pierced.

The rapidly narrowing and dilating pupils tightly grasped the girl's gradually lifeless face, and in the sound of heavy breathing, countless thoughts flashed through her mind.

Achilles heel.

There is no help.

No, there is still salvation.

It hasn't been determined yet.

Is that Minerva? Not an apparition?

No, that's not an apparition, that's Minerva.

Countless contradictions, countless chaos, surging and boiling together, made Roland not know what to do.

"Oh, not only the dead, but even the living can kill the killer, and it is worthy of being educated by that adult, and it is really beautiful. ”

With Sloss's applause and cheers behind him, and schadenfrefret laughter, Roland reluctantly dragged his thoughts back to composure, and began to gather his thoughts while maintaining high alert.

(It's not certain if that Minerva is real.) ）

With the previous experience, it is natural to think that Minerva in front of me is an illusion.

But what if that wasn't a phantom?

At such times, there is no guarantee that they will not encounter a "just in case" situation.

(Even if it were true, Minerva might not have died.) ）

The boy comforted himself like this, kept a vigilant posture, and slowly approached the girl who was lying motionless on the ground.

(Unless it is actually confirmed, there is solid evidence, nothing can get rid of uncertainty here.) ）

Roland moved slowly.

He wanted to rush in and check it out, but he was scared at the same time.

Unprecedented anxiety and discomfort afflicted Roland with tangled questions.

Is Minerva dead? Is it a phantom or a real person? Did you kill Minerva? Or didn't you kill it?

He didn't know, and he was even more afraid of confirmation.

"You seem to be worrying about whether the real Royal Highness is the princess in front of you?"

Seeing an opportunity, Sloth's sticky voice came up from behind.

The hand holding the sword became harder, the knuckles glowed white, and the hilt and gloves rubbed together with a murderous sound.

The answer is obvious, it is the real His Highness Minerva de Bourbon. Congratulations, Young Master Roland, you just killed your beloved with your own hands. ”

If there is a demon in the world, it must be like this, tempting the world with the tone of a lover's whispering love words.

Roland gritted his teeth, and poured all his strength and killing intent into his right arm.