War is hard for a man. It cuts off the soul of a person. No one can survive it until they leave behind their sanity they said. A princess lost in a rebellion. She lead her life in comfort of her castle but reality was harsher for her. She was thought to be dead by her country but she returned as a knight for the king.

Armor Queen

The scene before them was two figures fighting and ruining the area around them. Too many splinters were flying around, and stones were strewn all over. 


"There, do you wish to enter in between two demons fighting? I do not wish to enter this." Svero turned around and guided the surviving knights to douse the flames. 


He stood before the battle area to stop any unsuspecting knight from entering and getting hit by the impact. Eisen sighed and sat crosslegged in the middle. 


"There is a question, though. I thought of attacking from behind to distract that man and end this." Svero asked, glancing back. 


Eisen shook his head. "Do not enter; she will get angry if you do. Besides, I think the battle is almost over." 


He pointed at the Hammer's knee. His right knee was reddish and shaking. 


Rosa continued to hit the middle of the weapon as much as possible. 


Hammer was entertained by her movement; she was, after all, hitting something unbreakable. "You are wasting time with this." 


Bk3: Ch– 180 In the cell(pt-1)