Eight hundred and seventieth chapters the most honorable three princesses
"Dad, can this mark be peeled off?" After recounting his tragic experience, Aiolos looked at his father with hope. He had never suffered such grievances since he was a child.
Although the schoolwork was very heavy, he felt good after getting used to it. However, this mark gave him a very bad experience. Every time he was pulled into the spiritual space, he was hacked to death by the swordsman in gray.
The feeling of being executed on time every day is really uncomfortable.
"This mark is very special." Muria pretended not to know and pulled his son's wrist, and then the translucent materialized spiritual power surged out from between his eyebrows and submerged into the mark on his son's wrist.
Boom————
The familiar feeling of his consciousness being forcibly pulled appeared, and Aiolos looked tense. The desolate world where he had been killed seven times appeared again. However, what was different from before was that this time he did not cover his vision after he appeared.
The snow-white sword light.
"Father!" Aiolos looked in surprise at the father next to him who had an elegant temperament and wore crystal glasses on the bridge of his nose. At this time, his expression was no different from the one sitting on the sofa in the outside world, but
, at this time the book in his hand disappeared, but transformed into a long sword.
"Is this the spiritual world you call? It looks pretty good!" Muria, who took the lead in creating this sword mark, looked around. He had already experienced this thing before giving it to his son.
Passed it once.
"Be careful!" Aiolos shouted loudly, because on the opposite side, the gray-clothed swordsman who had become his nightmare had appeared and waved the sword in his hand at his father.
"Is this the thing that killed you seven times?" Faced with his son's shout, Muria smiled, without even turning his head, he just handed out the long sword in his hand.
Then starting from the place where Muria swung his sword, a sword energy appeared. As it rapidly multiplied and expanded, a sword energy storm appeared, and finally, it engulfed the gray-clothed swordsman.
"This is just a spiritual mark left by a swordsman. As long as your swordsmanship is stronger than his, you can easily defeat him! You are killed every time without even a chance to resist, which shows that you
The gap between my swordsmanship and his is too big."
He killed the gray-clothed swordsman opposite him with one sword. He looked at Aiolos who was stunned by him and said with a meaningful smile. While he was laughing and joking, another swordsman in gorgeous clothes appeared out of thin air.
"The mark you obtained, it seems that more than one swordsman left a spiritual imprint!" Looking at the swordsman opposite, Muria smiled and slashed with his sword again.
...In the desolate world, Elros looked at his father with admiration, and slashed a tall little giant holding a heavy sword with three swords.
"No. 316!" Aiolos counted silently in his heart. This is the number of swordsman brands that his father has destroyed since he entered the world of this mark.
In the beginning, it was an instant kill with one sword, but now it takes three swords to kill the opponent. Such a sharp change made Aiolos realize that the swordsmen appeared in the future, and their strength became stronger.
And judging from the fact that just the first swordsman can beat him to the point of death, his father seems to be a strong man with extraordinary skills.
..."Father, you are so powerful!" For the first time, Aiolos, who had not been cut off from consciousness and escaped from the mark, opened his eyes, and then looked at his father with excitement on his face.
He saw the mark left by his father on the 372nd swordsman, killed him with nine swords, and then the entire desolate world began to collapse. In this way, he penetrated the entire mark world with invincibility, making Aiolos proud of it.
Worship endlessly.
"Of course, I am your father, how can I not be awesome?" Muria raised her head proudly, and looked at Michaelela who was standing aside and was speechless.
"But...why hasn't this mark dissipated yet?" But soon, Aiolos's expression of admiration suddenly froze, because he found that the sword-shaped mark was still intact on his wrist.
, but the shimmering luster seems to be dimmed.
"This mark belongs to you. If you want it to dissipate, you probably need to break it through yourself. If I break it through, it probably won't count." Muria looked at Aiolos who looked a little broken and smiled.
He said.
"Dad, since he can't dissipate by himself, can you help me peel it off?" Aiolos looked at Muria with hope. His father is so strong, there should be a way to deal with him.
Be troubled!
"Why do you need to peel it off? This is a good thing for practicing sword skills. I don't know how many swordsmen ask for it. You are lucky and got it in the maze. You must cherish it." Muria said strangely.
He glanced at his son and then scolded him sternly.
"Oh!" Aiolos agreed with a low expression. He had just watched his father kill the entire imprinted world from the side. It was indeed very satisfying, but if he was allowed to do it by himself, when would he be able to be like his father?
?
You know, just the first one can easily kill him in an instant. He defeated this one, the second one, and the third one... A total of 372 swordsmen left their spiritual mark in this mark.
It is too difficult to defeat them. If you cannot defeat them, you will be killed. Thinking of this, Aiolos feels that his future is bleak.
... Time passed quietly, and soon Aiolos changed from a primary school student to a junior high school student. His life changed little. Compared with the primary school studies, the studies in junior high schools were slightly more arduous than before, but he was still there.
Within Aiolos' tolerance, he could still maintain perfect scores in all subjects.
However, every time he gets a perfect score in a test, there are still a group of guys who are tied for first place like him, which makes Aiolos always feel that he is ordinary.
The only thing that makes Aiolos feel slightly special is that he is mentally killed once every night on time! In fact, Aiolos found that he is used to it. This kind of death is only a kind of spiritual death anyway.
It's just an illusion, not real death.
In a life where he was killed once every night, Aiolos had not discovered that his spiritual will had been tempered to an almost indestructible state, and ordinary mental control and charm had no effect on him.
At the same time, in Aiolos's self-evaluation, he has more actual combat experience than his classmates, because every week he is teleported to the maze by the rune sword that he cannot throw away, and stays there for one night.
, and then teleported back before dawn.
The trip to the maze once a week has made Aiolos very familiar with the maze. From the beginning, he could only struggle to survive in embarrassment, to now he can hunt the weak.
The maze of monsters.
"Dad, Mom!" The tall boy returned home and called his parents. His attention immediately fell on his mother, or to be more precise, on his mother's bulging belly.
"It's been three years, how long will it take for my sister to be born?" Looking at his mother's swollen belly, Aiolos showed a hint of disappointment and a look of expectation on his face.
I remember that when I first entered junior high school, my father told him that he would have a sister. However, now that he is about to graduate from junior high school, his sister has not yet been born. This makes Aiolos extremely disappointed and looking forward to it.
The birth of my own sister.
Because soon, he will leave Holy Flame City and go to other cities to attend high school. At that time, he will leave home and never see his soon-to-be-born sister again.
"It's coming soon. Your sister will be born in a short time. Why are you anxious?" Muria, who was sitting on the sofa, glanced at her son.
"I'm going to high school soon!"
"Oh, I guess your sister won't be born until you go to high school."
"Ah!" Aiolos' face showed a look of undisguised regret. He regretted not being able to see his sister the first time she was born.
"Ah, what? It's not like there are no vacations in high school. When your high school vacation comes, you can come back to see your sister."
"oh!"
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"Dad, Mom, I'm leaving!" Aiolos, who had packed all his personal belongings, stood on the door, looked at his parents who were sitting calmly and calmly in the living room, and said goodbye.
"Well, let's go. I will pay your monthly living expenses to your magic crystal card on time." Muria, who was sitting on the sofa, turned her back to her son and waved her hand impatiently.
, he is now ready to concentrate on being a daddy.
"Oh!" Aiolos, who did not wait for the birth of his sister, left home with regret, got on the magic carriage heading to the floating ship port, took the floating ship, and headed to another big city.
"This boy has finally been raised to the point where he can live independently!" When Aiolos closed the door of his villa, Muria dropped the newspaper in his hand with a relaxed expression, and his clothes changed rapidly.
"Well, I found that since I got pregnant, you have paid less and less attention to Aiolos!" Michaelela, who was pregnant with her belly, felt her belly grow rapidly the moment Aiolos left home.
Even if she becomes pregnant three times in a row, her body shape will not change like that of a mortal.
"You are so old, why are you paying so much attention to him? He is not a child. Let's go, Micah, let's go back to Serops to raise the baby. Just leave two clones here!"
"Aiolos is classified according to the age of dragons. He is still just a baby dragon now!"
"A whelp is a dragon too!" Muria responded.
"By the way, after our daughter is born, how do you plan to raise her? Is it the same as Aiolos?"
"How can that be done?" Muria's expression suddenly changed dramatically, "How can girls endure such hardship? When they are born, I will announce to the world that I have three lovely daughters! I
The grandest banquet will be held for their birth, and they will become the most noble princesses in the world!"
"You are too partial!" Michaela defended her eldest son. Her little daughters have not been born yet, and Muria has already been so partial. If they were born, her eldest son would be