But a moment later, Cyril felt someone approaching him from behind. Light footsteps that probably belonged to a woman. It's just that Cyril didn't feel comfortable knowing that someone was behind him.
Suddenly an alarm sounded in his head. Cyril jumped quickly and could hear the whirring of sharp objects in his ears. He was grateful that Cyril's instincts were really helping. Cyril quickly got into an attack stance. Fortunately, he had practiced fighting with his bare hands as well as with daggers.
"Prince Messiah!" Cyril was surprised to see the weak youth holding a sword in his hand.
Slowly, Prince Messiah, who was holding the sword, straightened his body. The light sword Prince Messiah was carrying was lifted high enough and then placed over his shoulder. "You shouldn't have dodged," Prince Messiah said lazily.
