Aweit looked around, laughing with disdain. But at that moment, a crawling body suddenly lunged at him from behind.
"Huh?"
In an instant, Aweit felt his waist tighten as someone hugged him fiercely from behind. Then, that person desperately reached out, grabbing the bronze axe from the King's waist, attempting to pull it out.
"Ha?!"
Aweit raised his eyebrows, a hint of surprise flashed across his face. The samurai behind him saw this and surged toward the King in unison.
"All of you stand back! Get lost!"
Aweit shouted fiercely, like a fierce tiger. Then, he extended his left hand to hold the arm behind him, while his right hand raised a dagger sharply, drawing an arc, and thrust it toward his own side! It was exactly where the bronze axe was.
"Puchi!..."
The sound of the dagger piercing flesh came instantly. Then, it twisted mercilessly.
"Ugh! Ah!..."
