Time flies, fourteen years after the emperor came to another world. {http:

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Friend uploaded update} Although he was still handsome and elegant when looking in the mirror, you can see that there were a slight change if you look closely. The most obvious one is the mustache on the lips. It looks very sexy. But this indeed reminds Egil that he has gradually begun to grow old...

What's even more terrifying is that when I woke up one morning, Egil looked in the mirror and found that he had white hair.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

At that time, the maids in the Grand Palace in Krakow promised that the emperor's screams were like the little girl who had seen a spider for the first time...

Name: Egil Scadragrimson, Gender: Male, Age: Thirty, Characteristics: Extremely handsome, extremely majestic, with a white hair...

"Hurry, pull it out quickly! Pull it out!!! I don't want to see it again!!!!" Egil rolled all over the ground without any image. At the same time, he stretched out his hand and pulled a strand of hair regardless of it. Or because he was too excited, he didn't feel anything when he pulled his hair. It seemed that the hair was not his...

"it hurts……"

In the early morning, Empress Artoria woke up from her sleep. After opening her eyes, she immediately felt that her hair was very painful. When she looked again, she saw her husband reaching out and pulling a strand of hair on top of her head and pulling it hard. While pulling, she muttered in a low voice: "Put it out quickly. Pull it out..." and so on.

"What are you doing?!!!" Artoria was furious and punched Egil in the chest. He knocked him out of bed. Egil was only then awake.

The awakened emperor completely ignored the severe pain in his chest and ran to the mirror at the first time, lowered his head and searched for it desperately. After a while, he found that there was no problem with his hair, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it's just a dream." Egil took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled: "I was so shocked just now."

"What the hell is wrong? What are you doing in surprise?" Looking at Egil's appearance, Artoria frowned. She grabbed Egil's hair messed up, and then asked.

"Nothing... I had a little scary dream." Egil murmured in a low voice.

"Is that..." After hearing Egil's words, Artoria sniffed again, turned over, covered her quilt, and muttered: "Call me up when I'm having breakfast." Then she started to sleep again.

"..." Egil was a little speechless. Speaking of which, recently, Artoria seemed to have begun to get used to this ordinary life. She ate and slept all day long, and she had less time to exercise, and she no longer yelled to Egil to kill people. When she had sex with her last night, she hugged her waist and felt that her arms had become shorter. After thinking about it carefully, she realized that it was not that her arms had become shorter. Instead, Artoria had grown flesh...

"I've eaten almost so much, but because of the reduction in exercise, my body shape has begun to change? It's not possible to continue like this..." Egil muttered, and snapped his fingers. The maid who had been waiting at the door immediately brought hot water, towels, and teeth. After serving the emperor to wash, he stepped out. Then he walked in and two maids holding casual clothes in jackets and dressed up. He also retreated.

Egil looked in the mirror again and felt nothing was wrong. Then he walked out. The maids were already standing a little far away. Sonia was the only one waiting at the door.

"Master. Do you want to have a meal now?" Sonia asked.

"It's too early." Egil shook his head and said, "Let's go to the eldest princess first."

"Uh..." I heard Egil say so. Sonia didn't leave.

"What's wrong?" Egil asked.

"The eldest princess, she had already gotten up earlier. She has probably gone to the Royal Advisory House and is no longer in her bedroom." Sonia said.

"That's it..." Egil sighed: "Prepare breakfast. Go to the restaurant first. I'll be there in a while." After that, Egil turned around and returned to the bedroom.

"Yes, master." Sonia nodded and agreed to Egil's words, then closed the door of the bedroom. In this way, only Egil and Artoria were left in the huge bedroom.

"Hey, Hani." Egil sat on the edge of the bed: "I have always felt a little relaxed recently. After breakfast, how about we go to the training ground to perform?"

"It's really rare... You guy actually invited me to do this... Speaking of which, we haven't fought well for several years?!" Hearing Egil say this, Artoria, who was not too asleep, opened her eyes and looked at Egil with a look of seeing something rare.

"Absolutely." Egil smiled reluctantly: "Today it will be 1014 AD."

"So what?" Artoria couldn't understand what Egil meant at all, and looked at him very strangely.

"Yes... not very good." Egil was finally a little happy after hearing Artolia say this.

Next, after breakfast, the Eggills and his wife went to the training grounds in the palace. The light leather armor on the ship was equipped with wooden training weapons and started this round of training competition.

Although it was not a fight between real swords and real swords. But the opponent was so excellent. Artoria was still very excited. She hadn't fought above-level battles for a long time.

"Ah!!!" With a roar, Artoria raised the sword in her hand and rushed towards Egil, as if she was about to cut Egil in half at once!

Without the bonus of the absolute defender armor, Egil naturally did not dare to fight Artoria. The emperor quickly retreated while Artoria attacked, raised his left arm and fired paint bullets to practice using a pistol, pulling the trigger on Artoria's chest!

"It's useless!" Artoria's amazing dynamic vision had long captured the flight trajectory of the projectile. She swung the sword and slashed the projectile violently - if it were a real sword, the projectile would probably be cut into both ends.

The projectile suddenly hit the ground, shattering, splashing out some red dye - Egil's counterattack seemed - no, not yet! What was just a false move just now. The emperor rushed forward when Artoria shook his sword. While Artoria's action had not yet ended, he waved the wooden knife and slashed towards Artoria's left rib.

"Cunning!" Artoria thought to herself, but she didn't even have time to shout it out - but she didn't change her moves like the emperor thought, blocking the side attack of the saber with a sword. Instead, she held the hilt with her backhand, and the great sword slashed upwards with a "suddenly" sound, attacking Egil's jaw.

"Do you die together?" Egil moved his steps, turned around to avoid Artoria's counterattack, and stabbed straight from the side - the distance was closer and the movement was smaller, and the speed was even three points faster!

In terms of speed, the emperor has the advantage. The distance between the two sides is too close, and Artoria, holding swords in both hands, is a little unable to use it. She is trapped in a passive state - it would be strange.

Although the speed is not as good as the opponent, it is too late to block with a sword - but there is more than this method to fight. Distance can also be obtained by this -

Artoria turned sideways, barely avoided Egil's attack, and his body lost its balance as a result-

"Good opportunity!" Egil was about to win the game in one go. The one who fell into the trap was himself, Artoria's left hand, and then suddenly hit Egil in the chest! Egil only felt that he seemed to have been hit by a warhammer, and he didn't wear it well in one breath and almost carried it over. Artoria attacked the place where he was punched by her when he woke up during the day. The injury was not well-behaved. The pain gradually spread from the chest, which made Egil feel quite uncomfortable.

"You're foul!" Egil was beaten by Artoria so hard that he could not stop and retreated. This way, the distance for the great sword to exert its power was also available. Artoria immediately attacked. The chest pain and discomfort, and Egil, who had slowed down a lot, was unable to resist and was in a hurry.

Artoria's eyes were red with excitement, and she loudly refuted Egil: "There is no rules, where is the foul?!"

...Okay, indeed, there was no rules before the competition. Egil was a little discouraged when he thought about this. Then he felt a sharp pain in his calf, but when he was a little distracted, he was beaten up there.

Although it was a wooden sword. Artoria also kept her hands. However, Egil still flopped in a very ugly way. After that, Artoria took a step forward and swung his sword at Egil, who had already fallen to the ground. Egil could not dodge, so she could only take it head-on, and rolled on the ground, trying to stand up again.

However, Artoria did not give him a chance. She followed Egil, while waving her sword, stretching out her feet to step on Egil and fix him. After taking Artoria's moves, Egil's wrist was shocked and could not hold it tightly. The wooden knife in her hand was knocked away. After that, Artoria's wooden sword also crossed the next to Egil's neck.

The winner has been decided.

"It's really merciless..."

After the war, Egil smiled bitterly. His left ankle was completely swollen. His right wrist was also hurt. His chest was also painful, and he was covered in injuries... (To be continued...)
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