Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

Well, let's get started.

When Victoria declared herself uncomfortable, she put her shield forward with a pan lid and took a gentle step to dance.

I gaze at Victoria's gap with a sword held in my hands. If you're shaking your sword tip to see if you can hit your hand or torso... a strong impact on your hand.

Victoria tapped the tip of her sword with the lid of a pot. The sword is knocked back on our side with relatively strong force.

If you are alarmed, this shield attack may remove the sword. The opponent has a [Swordsman] occupation (Job). It's more powerful than it looks.

The moment I took one step forward, Victoria took a step backwards before I could move forward. Fast judgment.

I'm pretty used to interpersonal combat, this guy.

I decided I'd better go around and play Victoria's shield before my sword gets knocked down.

This is not a big weapon, either, but a shield called a pot lid.

It will not be impossible to knock it off.

My first shot was from the side.

Victoria launched a powerful attack... to distract her from the top.

Pull one step at a time of judgment. Looking at the front, Victoria, who was taking the steps, stopped with one foot on.

"Now you've moved quickly to avoid it, isn't that amazing? It's not a very good decision."

"... those are the ones"

If I hadn't been able to make the decision for the moment, I'd have been beaten for sure.

Oh, my God, there was a horrible farmer's mother. We really need to change our perception.

After that, even if I waved my sword a few times, it was being pardoned rather than everything being turned back.

Parry, and quite proficient.

"But if it's just this, it won't help Emi....!

Victoria, who was attacking at a considerable distance, moves here.

He stepped on me like the first time, playing my sword hard with the pot lid!

The back of the pot lid approached my face as I tried to pull it one step closer.

Come and beat me with your shield!

Read the intent of the attack immediately and wave your sword to remove Victoria's arm. I win if you knock your shield off my arm.

But... nothing hit me. I mean, I don't feel like being hit with a shield on my face.

The back of the pan lid shifts to the right without knowing what happened.... you avoided me with the sword? That's impossible.

Clear vision, thought-conscious moments to find out what caused it--sharp pain runs in the back of the head!

"Nh...!

When she noticed, she was surprised at Emily's face.

... no, wait. Where's Victoria!?

Yeah, yeah, I'm still looking good too ~

And you can hear a relaxed voice from behind.

That's where Victoria was supposed to have attacked me with her shield. No... you turned around in the blink of an eye. I couldn't follow you with my own eyes.

"The fundamentals of Buckler are to prevent an attack and to divert. However, this routine shield is not only a good tactic for hitting the opponent, but also a good tactic for blocking their vision. Even with such a small pot lid, it's a huge wall right in front of you.

"I'm surprised you avoided it in that instant."

"... yeah, no, Russell."

On behalf of Victoria, Amy answers.

She shook her head blindly at what she saw and said an astonishing answer.

"The moment Victoria pressed the pot lid in front of Russell... she jumped over Russell's head."

"--What?"

For a moment, I didn't know what they were saying.

"That's why I jumped over. Over my head, I pulled my shield over my head, not up, to the side. That's why we didn't hit Russell."

From Amy's point of view, Victoria really jumped over me.

I blocked my sight with a pot lid so they wouldn't understand.

To make it possible... this man is still an incredible physicality.

I'm sure Emily can do it, but on the contrary, it's a way of fighting that won't help anything but Emily and Victoria...

When I felt emotional about the technique and physical abilities, I heard the clapping of my hands.

Janet and Civila were there.

"Oh, oneechan, you're so fucking strong! Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

"No, you do it. It's inevitable."

Brenda, who was coming with me, rushed towards Victoria.

It's about time.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do it. It was a good practice."

"Really? I'm glad an aunt like this could help."

"No, you're too young for that, don't flatter me. It seems like it would be good to be in active service."

Immediately after I said it, I remembered that I had lost my voice.

Victoria murmured after a moment of swallowing her words, "Hmm, that's right..."

There must be some reason for that. I don't think it's the part I want you to touch very much.

"... by the way, Russell told me that Vince kicked me out of the party. Oh, I'm sorry for listening to you on your own."

"No, it's fine. I know how long it took to leak."

However, I will add more chops later.

"Vince, what are you gonna do about this? Forgiveness or not. You can be one of them again, or you can hurt them and make them pay..."

Victoria, who has heard that, is always serious.

"That's right... I can only say I don't know. I have no idea how you feel when you meet me...."

... let's face it, it's very likely that you're losing your memory.

I don't want to worry too much.

"Yes, I'll give you advice from the elderly. Make sure you don't regret it."

"Is that the rule of thumb?"

"Yeah."

This time, I answered without hesitation.

"I think there are a lot of things to think about. But, you know, there's a choice that doesn't come back. Because I made a mistake. Memories that you regret don't disappear forever.... there must have been a lot of fun memories."

Victoria looked up at the tree in the garden as she stroked through her diminishing memory.

Her windy hair makes her stand out.

Regret due to irreversible choices.

I don't know what that memory looks like, but it must be pretty tough.

"... oh, I'm sorry. You shouldn't have talked to such a young boy."

"No, I'd rather thank you. I'd rather hear it than regret it without asking."

For a moment I turned my eyes towards Janet.

Exactly, the other day.

Janet looked at his intentions and shrugged his shoulders with a bitter smile.

"Besides, you've raised Brenda to this point with regret, haven't you? I grew up in a good way so I don't know. With this guy, it'll be a lot of fun memories soon."

In my words, Victoria glanced at Brenda... and lifted her up momentum.

Suddenly lifted up and surprised, Brenda's voice, laughing joyfully, resonates brightly in the orphanage garden.

Victoria's expression, with her arms around her back, was somewhat soft.

"Well, yeah, even if there are fewer fun memories, you should keep increasing them.... fufu, I'm kind of comforted. Is this also the power of the saint?

I don't know.

Spiritual wounds cannot be healed by the magic of the [saint].

Still, if words like mine can help this mother and child, I don't feel bad.

... regret it.

I'm sure the reunion is near.

What kind of judgment will I make then? I still don't know myself.

I don't know if I can control myself.

But... at that moment.

If I can remember the look on Victoria's face, maybe I can make a different choice.

I'm sure I won't forget that face.