The sword saint Reinharut, who is known as the "strongest on the ground", is indeed not a false reputation. Although he was defeated at an absolute disadvantage when facing a bad little girl, whether it was a forceful attack or a magic attack, he was still at ease when facing the miscellaneous fish of the Witch Cult and even the ordinary Great Sin Sect.

Otherwise, the previous sect, the "evil food" who was gluttonous, the tricky guy who was said to be able to swallow his opponent's memory and name, and also gain his opponent's abilities and share damage, would not be easily killed by him with a few swords.

To be honest, after easily killing the gluttony sect, Roy Arufarud, Reinharut finally regained a little confidence and no longer continued to be skeptical of his strength.

So far, he has basically controlled the North Gate area.

He was planning to clear out the enemies in the high tower and occupy the place. As long as there was no such difficult Dajue Sect here, there should be no big suspense in the battle.

However, there are still many witch scholars in the northeast urban area where they are responsible. Reinharut himself doesn't know where they came out, so that the area they just cleaned up is now in chaos.

Looking back from here, I saw fire and shouting and killing everywhere. Although he wanted to go back and clean it up again, he looked at the high tower of the North Gate in front of him and looked at Firut who was not far away. Finally, he had to sigh inwardly.

"Are you ready?"

"Everyone is energetic!"

"No matter what, it's always impossible to control the Watergate Tower first!"

"Let's start!"

"I'm just on standby here outside. If you find an enemy that you can't deal with, you can summon me immediately!"

"action!"

As he said that, he looked at the teams of knights and mercenaries. With Ryan Harut's big hand, the troops who had been on standby for a long time rushed in to the hall of the high tower in the north gate where corpses were everywhere.

Their morale is very high. After all, the Great Sin of the Witch Cult has been killed by the Sword Saint Reinharut, and the ordinary Witch Cultists left in the tower will naturally not be taken too seriously by them.

“Reinharut!”

"How is it, is there no problem?"

At this time, his face was a little unfavorable. When he just came here, he was careless and almost 'eated' by the "bad food" in the binge eating, Firut finally recovered and forced himself to come forward and asked Reinharut.

"certainly!"

"There shouldn't be anything else here."

"However, this battle is still a little too hasty..."

"Look!"

"On the way we came, that urban area fell again..."

"If we were given more time to dispatch enough personnel, the current situation would not have become like this."

Thinking of the other groups of people and the relatively smooth actions of the candidates for the throne, he made such a miserable journey. Reinharut's handsome face, which was still a little swollen and bruised, could not help but look a little embarrassed and lonely.

He has never hit someone alone (|?˙?˙) Eh?) It's fine, but now it's better, even if he is marching and commanding troops to fight, he is even slightly inferior to those candidates for the throne, which makes him unaware of where to put his face.

“…”

Looking at the northeastern city area with fires everywhere in the distance, and looking at other relatively calm urban areas, Firut couldn't help but feel a little annoyed, clenched his fists in shame and self-blame.

"There is nothing to do."

"Reinharut, we must take down this tower first. The rest of the city... can only be left to reinforcements to deal with it."

"Only in that way can the worst outcome be avoided!"

"Don't worry..."

"Didn't Your Excellency Kursch just said that?"

"They have completed the mission and have now appointed that 'Sword Ghost', that is, Wilheim of your Sword Saint Family, to bring people to support us. If they go to help, I believe the turmoil in the city will be cleared soon."

Firut had long heard of the Witch Cult, and he also knew that they often used any means to achieve their goals, and would wantonly seize the lives of innocent people and cause a large number of casualties.

She didn't believe it at first, and once thought that it was probably intentional propaganda by the nobles and senior officials of the kingdom to mislead the people?

But now, after seeing the chaos in Priestra, the city of Watergate, the tragic deaths of the citizens, and the actions of the evildoers who burned, killed, killed, and plundered all evil, she finally had to believe it, and finally knew why the "Witch Cult" has always been regarded as the most evil symbol.

"It will be like that, he will definitely be fine to deal with those guys!"

"but……"

"Firut, if that happens, we are afraid we will lose to others..."

With a wry smile, Reinharut turned his head and looked at the blonde and red-eyed girl who was injured but still stubbornly refused to sit down and rest.

"If you lose, lose!"

"Anyway, I didn't want to choose from the beginning. Didn't it be you who forced me?"

"Just do it like this!"

"If I, Firut, lose but can make more people survive, then I would rather quit the boring king's choice now!"

"I didn't think I might choose..."

Many people have known that Firut herself was forced to participate in Wangxuan, and she really had no chance of winning, so she was a bachelor at this time. She sighed in frustration and then gave the final explanation to Reinharut with a big smile.

"look!"

"They are here!"

"Very good!"

"Now the citizens are saved..."

Soon, Firut swept away his frustration just now and said cheering.

Because she saw that in the distance, a group of people swept across the witch churchmen who were wantonly destroying the streets like a ground dragon. And who was the one who was leading the person, who was not the familiar old Mr. Wilheim van Astrea?

"yes……"

"Just, Firut, you could have been a qualified queen!"

“What a pity…”

Looking at Firut's relaxed expression and thinking about what the other party had just said, Reinharut couldn't help but sigh in regret.

Firut was found by Reinharut in the slum. He still remembered that at that time, the other party was limping on the street with his butt. Then, he was shocked by his sudden kneeling in front of her. He stood up unsteadily and sat on the ground, and then jumped up at a faster speed?

At that time, he was really scared by her shocked behavior.

As for this candidate for the throne who was born in a slum, he and his like-minded young people have always supported this little girl, because they know that only Firut, who was born at the bottom of the kingdom and knew the suffering of the people, can represent the interests of the lower class people who account for the majority, innovate, save and change this declining and corrupt kingdom, and reverse the current situation of Lugnika, who has accumulated more than 400 years of corruption!

Moreover, he also investigated clearly that Firut's true identity is probably the daughter of Lord Frude, the brother of the former king who was abducted in the past!

In this way, Firut has the blood of the Lugnica royal family, which is definitely more worthy of support than the Capela Emilada Lugnica who issued the notice in the city hall before!

But unfortunately, the voice of Lord Emilya is so high that he, Reinharut, has no idea what to do to make Firut win?

Judging from the current situation, whether it is force, power, achievements or reputation, Firut is much worse. Not to mention Emilia, she is also at the bottom of the list compared to other candidates for the throne.

If he think about that kind of gap seriously, he would even feel a little desperate?

“??”

"Reinharut, what are you thinking?"

"Um?"

"Hello!!"

At this time, he realized that the knight beside him seemed a little careless, Firut couldn't help but wonder and stared at him with his red eyes full of curiosity.

"ah!"

"No, it's okay!"

"I just..."

“Hmm?!”

"There is a situation!!!"

Reinharut was about to say something, but suddenly, he seemed to hear a signal from the tower. Just as he was shocked and ready to respond, unexpectedly, with the sound of broken glass, several of the knights and mercenaries who had just rushed into the tower flew out from the broken windows and walls and fell down toward them?

"Firut!"

"careful!!"

Seeing the blood-spreading corpses falling from the sky, countless building fragments and sharp glass, Reinharut didn't bother to think too much, and hugged Firut and rolled horizontally to the distance, narrowly avoiding the dangerous area where objects fell from the sky.

"Who is it?!"

“!!”

However, Reinharut, who had just stood firm and let go of Firut, was about to draw his sword to meet the enemy, just as he had time to ask, but the next second, he suddenly was stunned.

“That’s….”

"impossible!!"

After a scream, Reinharut's eyes widened.

Because, he saw that there was a woman holding a long sword standing expressionlessly in the gap of the tower, with the red hair and blue eyes unique to the Astera family.

At this time, she stood at the thorny corner with long hair, wearing a somewhat worn flower skirt, and without any expression on her delicate face, and stared at the people who were waiting for them with emotionless eyes.

“Reinharut?”
To be continued...