Chapter 219

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Bellesac struggled desperately.

He was somehow trying to get on his back and drop the person on his back.

"Sheesh! You're really!"

Olka Baraport swears quietly and corrects his disorganized posture.

Then a stronger force than before strangled him.

Bellesac reached back and tried to grab Olka Baraport, but the power of the knight was unbeatable.

It was all the more difficult that he was strangled in the back.

"Haa! ugh!"

Bellesac's mouth opened wide and the sound of breathing came out.

His bloody head was about to burst.

I don't want to die like this!

Bellesac somehow tried to tear the string around his neck.

There was red blood-flowing out of his wounds, but he didn't budge.

Red blood spatter on Bellesac's white clothes.

I don't want to die! Help me! Help!

Bellesac wanted to shout.

"Gasp! Gasp!"

But he couldn't even scream at his situation.

'It's your decision. Don't regret it.'

The words that Florentia said, rang in his head.

"Just hurry up and die."

He heard Olka Baraport muttering impatiently.

Maybe he's out of energy now.

Bellesac once again tried to move his body greatly.

But it was already too late.

Contrary to his will, Bellesac's movement gradually subsided.

His limbs, which he wanted to swing with all his might, were only convulsing.

He couldn't see anymore.

He couldn't even feel the awful feeling of the rope digging through his neck.

He was dying.

Bellesac peed at that terrible awareness.

Please, someone, save me.

He screamed silently.

It was then.

He heard a loud noise, the only sense that seemed to be working.

And

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

The force that was strangling him disappeared in an instant.

Bellesac instinctively curled his body to the side and breathed in the air in a hurry.

"Cough! Oh! Ah.."

In a tearful pain, Bellesac trembled with relief that he had 'lived'.

"Huh...."

His eyes closed, savoring the precious feeling of being able to breath again, while shedding sounds that were not human-like.

And a sharp, eye-opening pain hit his face.

Wam!

"How long are you going to lay down? Get up and move."

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