The sacred right side of a certain comic

"Miss Curio, your expression is really complicated."

Roy looked at the girl who was tied to the cross in front of him and smiled softly.

His smile was extremely contagious, as if it could make people's cold hearts melt, and it was as gentle as the spring breeze blowing across their cheeks. , which makes people feel happy.

But at this time, Kurxiu didn't feel any pleasure at all. She glared at Roy, and struggled hard again. The iron chain that tied her made a clanging sound, and her mouth made even more sounds. The sound of 'woo woo'

"Be careful, Miss Curio. After all, you are a young and beautiful girl. You should pay more attention to your care. You see that you are using too much force and your wrists are all red. As a man who cherishes beauty, this will It makes me feel bad."

Roy's hand gently placed on Curxiu's wrist. Because of the tenacity of the iron rope, her excessive struggle caused a blood mark to appear on Na Hao's wrist.

When Roy's finger fell on the wrist, she didn't know whether it was because of shyness or The pain made Curxiu's body tremble like needles.

Roy took a step back and looked up and down at the Duke's daughter in front of him.

She was wearing a men's uniform and was a stunning beauty in men's clothing. He wears a thick velvet silk scarf, which is a decoration that many nobles like to wear. The ears of wheat hanging on both sides of the clothes are also inlaid with several badges. This is what Curxiu got when he made military exploits in the past. Medal.

This coat like a military uniform is in tatters, and you can see patches of snow-white skin under the clothes. They are scars left in the previous battle with the witch cultists. She is different from ordinary noble women. Likewise, I don’t like to wear skirts on most occasions. My legs under straight pants are straight and slender, and my long boots add an awe-inspiring look. My waist-length green hair is somewhat messy and has burnt marks, and I wear a The military cap she was wearing was lost somewhere, and the long sword hanging on her waist was being played with by Roy at this time.

"You are worthy of being the war otome of the Karsten family. This temperament and heroic appearance are enough to make many men feel ashamed. Do you know, Curio, among the nobles of this generation, you are the one I admire the most. You are a natural leader. , possessing the pride of a noble and the sense of justice of a knight, with a harsh personality and a straightforward enough personality, completely different from those old foxes and little foxes"

"……I like your sternness. There are always people who will be strict with others, but they will not be strict with themselves, so that the majesty they show is just a bluff. But you are different. Whether you are facing others or yourself, you are always strict. So harsh!"

"I just like girls like you who are proud, upright, beautiful and have their own unique charm, instead of being stereotyped like those aristocratic ladies."

Roy paced slowly in front of the bound Crusch. In his hand was Crusch's beloved sword with a 'lion head' printed on the hilt, and the sword gently touched the palm of his hand. Slapping.

He said a lot of words of praise to Cruxiu, his eyes were full of appreciation, but Cruxiu didn't appreciate it at all. He just stared at those tough orange eyes and continued to make"wuwu" sounds in his mouth. , I don’t know if it’s a curse.

"Sorry, I forgot that you are speechless now. Even a prisoner has the right to speak."

Roy suddenly drew his sword, and the shining sword light was even faster than Cruxiu's nervous reaction. The slender sword tip pierced Cruxiu's ear, and several strands of hair were cut off by the sword wind, floating in the air. It fell on the carpet at his feet.

The daughter of the Karsten family only felt pain in her cheek. It was the pain caused by the sharp sword light of her favorite sword and the powerful sword skills of the opponent. It was the pain caused by the opponent's momentum alone. A terrifying force that could hurt someone.

A drop of blood slid down Kurxiu's delicate face. The red mark was very light and would not leave any scars on her, but the smoothness of the blood flowing on her face The smell of blood is enough to arouse strong fear in people's hearts.

This is a person who is extremely good at using the environment to oppress the spirit of others.

Curxiu thought.

And as Roy thrust out his sword, The strip of cloth wrapped around Curxiu's mouth fell off, and the captured girl was finally able to speak.

"Pooh! Even if you say nice things, I will not beg for mercy or surrender to you, Mr. Roy Crowley, the highest priest of the Witch Cult and the Speaker of the Sage Council!"

Curxiu, who had liberated his language, spat out his saliva, but was cut off by Roy with his long sword in mid-air. Curxiu glared at Roy, righteous and unafraid of sacrifice, and even his words were full of emotion. taunt

"Oops, Miss Crusch, have you misunderstood something? Why do you make me seem like the villain?"

Roy innocently turned around and walked back to his seat and sat down, placing Curxiu's beloved sword aside. He rang the bell, and immediately twin maids came in and made him a cup of fragrant wine. coffee.

After doing this, Ram and Rem bowed their heads and bowed out. Before leaving the room, they glared at Crusch fiercely, as if to warn her.

"What is your purpose and who are you?"

Curxiu struggled again and shouted angrily at Roy. His sharp gaze and the murderous intent brewing on the battlefield were like an unsheathed sword, so sharp that it was difficult to look directly at it.

"Don't you already know my true identity? Even though that is just what I sincerely want to tell you."

Roy took a sip of coffee. He placed the cup on the coffee table, supported one hand on the handle of the chair, held his chin and looked at the captive in front of him with interest.

"One of the legendary four heroes from four hundred years ago? The Roy Crowley known as the 'Saint'?"

Curxiu found it hard to believe that a person could live like this for four hundred years, deceive everyone, and rule the Lugnika Kingdom with this name. But judging from the current situation, no matter how much she didn't believe it, , we can only admit that this is the truth

"Yes, I am one of the 'Legendary Four' that you call me, but how should I put it? In fact, Red Van Astrea, who is called the 'Sword Master', is different from the one who is called the 'Sword Master'. The sage's Flugel can only be regarded as a photo op, that is to say, the dragon of Polkenika does have some power that makes people look directly at it."

Roy criticized those people who are called 'heroes' in the history of this world. This kind of words is very disrespectful and arrogant, but if the critic himself is one of them, his words will make people feel that it is natural.

"‘Sage 'Flugel? Shouldn't it be 'Sage' Shaula?"

Curxiu was a little puzzled. Flugel's name was not passed down, but was replaced by the sage, replacing it with the name of his apprentice.

Curxiu knew that this should be a mistake in ancient history. place, but these things are not important. What is important is the old guy from four hundred years ago.’！

"Four hundred years ago you defeated the Jealous Witch and saved the world. Why did you create the Witch Cult now?"

Curxiu didn't think Roy would answer her, but there were some questions that she felt uncomfortable not asking.

Unexpectedly, Roy answered directly,"……Satella loves me, and I love her, and the other witches love me, and I love them too. It's that simple."

"Forehead……"

Cruxiu was a little stunned and didn't notice the blood droplets on her cheeks sliding over the corners of her mouth, turning her pale lips into a coquettish blood red.

This is a reason that Kurxiu has never thought of.

"Then...then what's your conspiracy behind controlling the Lugnica Kingdom for so many years? Are you greedy for power?"

Curxiu asked stammering.

This time Roy did not answer her directly, but asked with a smile:"……Remember, you are a prisoner now, so I should ask you questions, Curio, do you know why you were captured?"

Kurxiu fell silent. She suddenly gritted her teeth and said with bloodshot eyes:"……There's a mole!"

"Yes, there is a traitor. Natsuki Subaru-kun is the"arrogant" person in charge of our Witch Cult. You see, you just listened to his words and made the wrong decision, causing the loyal knights of your family to die. Due to your mistake, Curio Karsten, you must be responsible for all those who died!"

Roy's tone gradually became lower, as if a sharp sword had penetrated Kurxiu's heart. She only felt a pain far beyond the physical body exploding from the depths of her brain, and the sword of language was as powerful as a bamboo. , to pierce the barrier in her heart and shatter her pride.