New World
Execution of princess Leoni

Bugs...

Bugs...

The sound of a samsak glove that alan beat continuously. If the samsak sarong could complain, it would have complained from earlier.

"Something seems to be emotional." Andre who had seen how Alan tortured the sarong samsak tried to warn Alan not to be too hard. Andre is afraid if Alan to damage the boxing samsak.

"Ah... Mr. Andre..." Alan stopped his punch towards the boxing samsak. Alan's Irish eyes now turned to the shoulder-haired man.

"You haven't been here in a few days. Once here to ruin a boxing bag?" Andre admonished Alan as he wrapped his hands around Alan's neck, suffocating Alan slightly.

"Ah... Forgive me... Forgive me sir.." Not because of the pain of Andre's giggling. Alan could not bear the smell of Andre's armpits which were now almost attached to his face.

"Come.. practice match with me only..."

Alan can breathe with relief after being freed from the constriction of the smelly creature. "This is what I'm waiting for, actually..." Alan immediately took out two wooden swords taped to the wall.

"Sword?" Andre glanced at Alan who arrived to take a sword.Alan did not usually invite Andre to practice the match using a sword.

"Yes... Wh why? Mr Andre is scared?" alan gave a mocking smile.

"Too fast ten years for you to scare me." Andre caught the wooden sword that Alan threw at him.

Their training begins. Many times they exchanged attacks. For others who see, it might seem if they are both evenly matched, even though Andre is facing alan. Andre did not know where alan learned to use the sword. Its development could be said to have increased very rapidly.

"Good enough... I think I underestimated you." Andre took some distance from alan. He put up a horse to attack. Both of his hands clasped tightly onto the wooden sword which was now almost parallel to his right shoulder.

"You're lucky to see me using this technique." Andre leaned his body forward and directly advanced towards alan quickly.

Alan was certainly prepared to be ready when he saw Andre mounting a horse to attack him. Both alan's hands held his wooden sword in front of his body. Alan believes the technique to be used by Andre is not an arbitrary technique.

thas...

thas...

"Ascend screet technique, eight eagle claws."

Alan immediately bent both knees, the sword he had once held tightly apart from his hand. Without alan knowing for sure how Andre could land 8 slashes in an instant. Alan's body ached all over, if only this was a fight using a real sword. Alan's body must have been torn apart by now.

"How's it?" It was Andre's turn this time who gave a mocking smile.

"I lost sir... I'm surrendering..." Alan laid his body on the dojo floor. The pain from the wooden sword slash that Andre gave him was still himself enjoying.

"What's bothering you?" Andre sat himself down next to Alan. He could find out if Alan was in a condition to need a friend to tell a story.

"Well..." Alan took a long breath. Trying to make words to say. Alan felt embarrassed to tell Andre if he lost when fighting with himself.

"Not to be forced. Tell me when you can tell me." Andre got up from his seat and put his foot out. Free Andre forced Alan to tell a story if Alan could not tell a story at this time.

"Did Mr Andre ever fight with himself?" Alan's question brought Andre's steps to a halt. Andre instantly turned his gaze to the random haired youth.

"Early..."

Alan immediately rose from his fall when he heard Andre's reply. "really? The result?"

"Of course I won." Andre said proudly.

"Well... Maybe I'm the only one who loses when I fight with myself." Alan put his body back down.

"Don't be discouraged by one defeat. Sometimes we need to feel defeat in order to appreciate what it feels like to win."

"And one more thing... I can win against myself after 2 years of fighting with him." Andre took his foot back to leave Alan.

"2 years?" Andre's words comforted Alan a little. "Right said Mr. Andre. It seems I'm too absorbed with every win I get." Alan reawakened his body.

"If Mr. Andre needs 2 years. I should be better than him." Alan had no idea where Andre could fight with himself. It also does not want Alan to worry. Alan returned to training using his wooden sword. After seeing the sword technique used by Andre earlier, Alan felt very interested to be able to learn it.

"US Brother... You've come." Clara's welcome was always Alan's start when Alan entered New World. Admittedly, he was a little tired of hearing Clara do such a habit.

"How are the fairies prepared?" Alan saw that he was the last person to come to the New World. Everyone in the room seemed ready to continue the journey.

"They're ready. Just waiting for you." Shoote Sun looks a little sewot.

"Is this girl coming to the moon?" Seeing the sewot Shoote Sun, of course Alan can only express it in his heart. Suicide his name if Alan says something like that in front of Shoote Sun.

The Alans, the revolutionaries and the Oread fairies finally left Oread's palace. Alan seemed relieved to see the revolutionary forces and the fairies seemed to be able to unite, even though they were different nations. It takes a day of travel alone for them to get to Wood Elf village, Kampung haman freya.

The monsters they had to face in the forest were also not small, but Alan's revolutionary forces this time really showed his fangs. Without the help of Alan and the others, the revolutionary forces can face the monster in the forest without obstacles. Indeed, after the fight against the Guardian Golem, the monster monster in the forest looks like a child monster for the revolutionaries. "Well... The monster here is no longer challenging." Said one of the revolutionary forces. Alan who heard the words of one of his soldiers certainly laughed amusedly himself. They seemed to forget how they looked when they first saw the monsters in the forest.

"My daughter..." Arwen the village chief immediately hugged his daughter tightly after seeing the arrival of his daughter and entourage. It has been months since she last hugged her only daughter. Arwen immediately invited Alan and the others to rest in his residence.

"Mr Arwen... We want to ask for help." Alan was not stale after being invited to sit at Arwen's residence.

"certain US... If I could help, I would help. What do you need from me?"

"We want to leave the Oread fairies to be able to stay in this village. Does Mr Arwen allow it?"

"certain... Sure do... Whynot? Our ancestors used to greatly admire the nation of the Oread fairies. I didn't think I'd get a chance to meet them."

Alan breathed a sigh of relief after getting the approval from Arwen. Alan had planned to bring the fairies to Middlemist if Arwen refused to take them. The conversation at Arwen's residence continues with Arwen's question about the adventures Alan and his daughter are taking. Arwen held her breath every now and then when she heard the story that Clara had told her. Clara seemed very excited to tell how Alan and the others attacked the royal army.

"Haha... I can't imagine how King Robert's face would look when he found out his ministers died because of you." Arwen laughed so contentedly. Freya to give a sign to her father to keep his attitude in front of his friends.

When everyone was busy chatting inside the living room of Arwen's residence. Someone came into the living room. The person was Nightwalker, an assassin who escorted the elven prisoners to evacuate to the village of Wood Elves.

"Nightwalkers... How are you?" Alan got up from his seat to shake hands with Nightwalker. "It's not time for that the US." Nightwalker's face showed panic. From the look on his face, Alan could already guess if something unexpected happened.

"What's wrong? Was there an attack?" Alan was already preparing to run out of the room.

"Not... There's something more important." Nightwalker stops Alan by patting him on the shoulder.

"More important?"

"Puteri Leoni will be executed tomorrow morning!" Nightwalker said that sentence reluctantly.

"Puteri Leoni?" alan's two eyelids immediately opened wide. He rubbed his ears, afraid that he might have misheard what Nightwalker had just said.

"Really... I was just contacted by a friend of mine who was in the capital. He said tomorrow there's an execution for Princess Leoni."

Alan sat down. Alan was aware that this matter was caused by him. The identity of Princess Leoni must have been revealed after she met Princess Leoni at that time.

"What should we do about the US?" Shoote Sun understands that Alan is blaming himself. But Shoote Sun tries to be reasonable. There is no point in blaming yourself, the most important thing is what steps to take next.

"I don't know... Even if we go there now, we won't be able to get there in time."

Everyone other than Clara nodded in agreement. The distance between Wood Elf village and the capital is very far, if they fly the fastest they can get there in 2 days.

"What if we teleport?" Clara said with her warmest smile.

"Don't joke... Teleportation magic required immense power. We don't have the tools anyway." Alan does know from the joker if there is a tool that can be used to teleport in the New World. But teleportation tools are very difficult to make, and also need a lot of energy for operation.

"We don't have it, but fairies do." Clara said proudly.

"You mean?" Everyone in the room immediately turned to Clara. Trying to get a more detailed explanation of Clara's words.

"Yes... The fairies have teleportation tools inside their palaces."

"What else are we waiting for... We're going back there." Alan invited his friend to hurry back to the fairy palace of oread.

Freya, Shoote Sun and Jonta stared intently at Clara, blaming Clara for saying this. The three of them were annoyed, they had just rested for a few hours and had to go back to depart again. Go to their starting place. Which person isn't upset about such a thing.

"What's? What's wrong?" look innocently at Clara to her three friends.