His sword was in his hand, and the sword carved with the dragon was singing in his hand like a hungry, thirsty beast eager to drink human blood.

A long scattered hair spread over him, and his men stood like gods behind Miss Mary.

A sword is the best in the world.

evil spirit!

"Good hegemonic swordsmanship." Suddenly a hoarse voice came out of the dragon's mouth as if from hell.

His whole devil spirit is heavier in that blink of an eye at the evil god with sword in front of him.

"evil god!"

"It's you?"

"Why are you here?" Count Spark shouted angrily when he saw the evil...