Wearing silver armor, he was a handsome soldier, but he ordered no one to approach in front of the palace. He wore a golden dragon and rested calmly with his eyes as if waiting for the long-awaited judgment. He unsheathed his sword and looked at the people in the hall firmly, "Hand over the woman in your arms." He slowly raised his head and looked up at the sky. "All this All because of her? "There was only a sound of "yes" floating through the hall, and he walked towards the sword holder with a hollow voice. She listened horrified at the side, but she also stabbed the dagger into his body...
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