The clear voice echoed in everyone's mind, Freya's face changed slightly, she had initially guessed that Philip might be complicit in the treason on Beltar's side but what she hadn't expected was that it would be that fast.
Moreover, listening to Philip's words, this time the treason didn't seem to be a small group of people, it might also involve other high ranking dignitaries of the empire.
"How about it! Have you guys thought about it, do you want to follow me?"
Not caring what the others thought, Philip faced the two men leaning against the wall and softly said.
"I ......"
The escort member next to Darmstine was obviously moved by Philip's words just hadn't made up his mind yet, and a struggling look appeared in his eyes.
'Pfft!'
A slight ringing sound, a dagger suddenly penetrated the back of the guard member's heart, blood splattered on Darmstine's face behind it.
"Betrayer! Must die!"
With unbelievable eyes, that guard member stared blankly at the ferocious man behind him until his death, and the crossed swords in his hands fell to the ground.
"Eh?" Not expecting things to actually be discovered like this, Philip froze, then he clapped his hands and said.
"Good, I like hardliners like you, then, you can go to hell!"
The longsword in his hand swiftly swung out.
Even for a non-agile Knight-class, its speed was not something a reserve Knight could resist.
"Miss run!!!"
Looking at the longsword that chopped down, Darmstine, who was leaning against the wall, fiercely shouted, spraying a mouthful of blood once again from his mouth, the muscles of his entire body instantly swelled up as he raised the huge sword in his hand in an attempt to block this strongest strike.
But he also understood that perhaps this was his last moment.
''Clang ！！！！！''
The thrumming sound of metal clashing boomed in his ears.
Darmstine's eyes widened as he watched the longsword that was a fraction of a second away from him actually being blocked at this moment.
And beside him, the young girl who had been standing quietly in place had already stood in front of him at an unknown time, and that soft body had actually erupted with such strong power.
The faint faint fragrance of the young girl reached Darmstine's nostrils, making him understand that everything was so real.
"Eh?" Philip looked at the young girl who had caught his sword hard but with a flushed face in surprise and questioned.
"You... could it be that you're also a Knight-class?"
Philip understood the power of his sword, ordinary ordinary soldiers couldn't catch his sword at all, but the young girl in front of him today caught it next, it wasn't hard to guess Freya's strength, but according to the baron she was less than fifteen years old...
"Terrible potential!" Philip frowned slightly, not giving Freya the space to speak, and suddenly put away his longsword in a direct horizontal slash.
'Thud!'
Awakening sparks, the longsword easily broke through the hard stone tiles and directly sliced in.
As for Freya, she had already dragged the severely injured Darmstine and leapt backwards when she saw Philip chopping at her.
Although her strength was not as good as Philip's but her agility was too much higher than the other party.
Gently placing the speechless Darmstine on the ground, Freya straightened up and stared intently at the approaching Philip.
"Lord Earl Philip, since you want my Grimm family to perish, then you must also bear its consequences!" There was a strong sense of dissonance in the young girl's clear voice saying these words.
However, Philip knew that the less than fifteen year old girl in front of him was qualified to say these words, and he suddenly grinned
"Hehe, Freya, I originally said that I was just joking when I said I would kill you, I actually wanted to give you to that punk behind me, but now I have to kill you here again, you know, a woman who can become a knight at less than fifteen years old... how much of a threat she is to me!"
As he spoke, Philip's entire body violently lunged at her.
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His originally well-proportioned body suddenly swelled up a bit, silky air currents surrounded him, he had clearly stimulated his own qi sense, and he was one point faster in speed.
''Snort.''
The sound of the longsword cutting empty.
The brute force caused the longsword to directly miss half of the wall's blade, and the spattered debris also struck Freya, who had already dodged the sword style.
Pain came from her back, Freya made a small jump, and directly reversed and stabbed straight in mid-air.
"!" Philip's face turned cold and instantly drew his longsword to block away.
And Freya, who missed with a single blow, quickly retreated away, the air currents entangled in her body making her originally swift speed a little faster.
Philip, who was almost hit, put away his smile and took it seriously without a word.
He himself belonged to the balanced development of the knight type, but the young girl in front of him was a single agility, speed-wise he simply could not catch up, if Freya wanted to escape, he was helpless.
Slightly squinting at Darmstine, who was lying motionless on the ground, Philip steeply changed direction, and his longsword snorted and stabbed out directly.
Freya, who had been watching Philip's movements, fiercely passed her crossed swords forward.
''Clang!''
The swords collided together.
Philip hadn't used much force originally, and grinned as he looked at Freya, who had easily blocked his sword.
"Gotcha!"
The empty left hand made a fist and slammed out.
'Boom!'
Even though Phillip blocked the important part with his hand when he threw the punch, his extreme strength caused Freya to be directly blasted out.
''Pfft...''
A mouthful of blood spilled out of her mouth, Freya covered her abdomen, where a twinge of pain ran through her, but fortunately it didn't injure her internal organs, that mouthful of blood was just the reverse blood from being punched, spitting it out would be fine.
"A woman is a woman after all! That's why you don't run away, isn't it." Philip looked at the young girl he had smashed out of the room, and his sword nudged at Darmstine's body, instantly making a long scratch.
"......" Felea frowned slightly, dropping the hand covering her abdomen as her body moved steeply, running towards Oryxis, who had been standing and watching as if ignored, behind her.
"You!!!" Not expecting Freya to suddenly change direction, Philip's face froze slightly, and then he chased after her in a matter of moments, ignoring the fact that he had just been blackmailing someone else.
As for Olessis, who had been in a state of watching the show and was almost ignored, his face changed wildly when he saw the young girl who darted over, the longsword in his hand had already been taken away by Philip, and at the moment he didn't have any weapon to face the Knight-class young girl.
Without even thinking about it, he turned around and ran, but before he could take two steps he felt that his body was steeply lighter, and was actually being carried directly by Freya, who was slightly shorter than him, and the cross sword was at his neck.
Freya's speed was extremely fast, and before Philip could come over, he turned around and disappeared around the corner of the corridor.
"Damn!" Looking at the disappearing two, Philip let out a low roar and increased his speed a few more points.
Even though Olessis was a waste, for Philip it was a promise to Bertha.
'Boom!'
Having only just run around the corner, a dark silhouette was suddenly thrown at Philip, smashing into him.
Seeing that familiar armour, Philip directly reached out to catch it without flashing or avoiding.
The force wasn't very heavy and was easily caught by him, but the warm touch under his hand made him feel a hint of something wrong.
"Eh?" Philip looked down at the person in his hand, a chill instantly bubbling up on his face as the Ollies in his hand had no head.
Freya was holding the sword in one hand and Olessis' head in the other, her azure eyes looked at Philip with an icy glow in them.