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

A bunch of flying demons, freed from a narrow place called a dungeon.

On the way to struggling with them, Sibilla and Emmy were having some kind of exchange.

I didn't hear you clearly, but this is the situation. I guess I made a big decision.

When I saw Emmy again...... I could see that the atmosphere had clearly changed.

But what surprised me about Emmy was the following:

"I know it's tough, but... I'll leave the Demon King to Russell"

That was a reason to gain the power of the Holy Knight to stop adhering to protect me.

And... definitely a word that wouldn't come out if you didn't believe me.

Right, Emmy.

You must have moved on.

You even shook off your thoughts strong enough to gain the ability to protect it, and you changed that much for me.

I knew you were a great guy.

Stand before the Demon King, with Sibila.

As I was looking back at the hateful gaze from the other side, I heard a small grunt from behind.

"One first"

Seriously, is Emmy starting to pin that boss down by himself?

Damn, the guys around me depend on making it.

Oh man...... if it's time for me to play big, I'm not even going to be able to forgive myself for being a leader in the form of a party called The Night's Darkness Pledge!

"... you did it, no way [Holy Knight], take away its holy power, etc...!

"Well, you don't get it - do you? Emmy is a kid who shoots all of his status, honor, and pride for Russell's dinner.... Strong girl, it's really dazzling because you can look that good with a little raw."

In Sibila's conversation with the Demon King, I guessed everything, too.

Definitely. Emmy chose the profession of night and darkness.

That's for me, too.

Hot stuff creeping up in my chest.

This is nothing like favor or affection or anything like that.

Yes —— trust as a companion.

Leaving aside if that's a good thing for Emmy... at least I feel Emmy closer than before.

But he still didn't like this demon king.

noble vocations and expensive swords. I felt like I was interested in all that stuff.

……

The demon king erases his expression from his staring face until then.

That appeared in an aggressive look, more than an intimidating face ever had, more than a fierce one.

"... it's not worth killing anymore, but still, you're the people who cornered me so far. We will do everything we can."

Here at last, the Demon King has turned aggressively into an attack.

Come on, it's my fight.

Emmy had prevented the Demon King from attacking earlier.

Confronting each other... really, I can't even imagine Civila's common sense didn't work.

Trouble or cowardice, such as one brain manipulating weapons and magic for three. You can never win if you're doing exactly the same thing as your opponent...

You have three heads, so you have three thoughts?

Can you even think about it?

"Russell, probably coming from magic"

"Shooting each other? Hmm... I see."

To the judgment of Sibila, I perceive the intention of the Demon King.

The Demon King puts his hands three times in front of him and looks at me like he deserves it.

"[Lord Demon] is a particularly intense occupation of consuming magic. Not to mention dark magic, how long will it hold? Compared to the nobility of [Holy Knight], there is also a shortage of Dark Mage and other roles for my opponents. Ice Javelin.

The moment they become magical words, their mouths move at the same time.

Three ice spears emerge from that hand.

"Darksphere"

(... Darksphere)

I make a little difference in time in my head and play two ice spears.

The third is --.

"Fire Javelin!

My partner will support the missing part.

You do this silently, so don't rely on this guy after all.

"Do you cover the magic for two alone, and with dark magic?...... It's a really stupid choice." Ice Javelin "… how far do you hold it?

Sharpen the magic that has been shot in the same way, in the same way, in the Darksphere.

Sibilla also releases a flaming spear with no chant, while inserting her sword into the sandy beach to prepare a magic potion from her hip porch.

Shooting each other... okay.

If the Demon King is the opponent, there is no chance that I will lose with the power of the [Lord of Midnight Darkness] that Civila has given me.

It's obvious what you're after, but I'll hang out with you until you're ready.

… and then how much time has passed.

"Ice Javelin"

"Darksphere"

"Fire Javelin! Ngu...... puha"

The magical shooting between the Demon King, me and Sibila continued.

Sibilla has been shooting magic with her right hand. As he seeps through the sweat, his left hand takes the magic potion and drops it onto the beach after drinking. This is also the fifth time that the sequence of motions has been carried out. Five empty bottles fall at your feet.

With one magic potion, Fire Javelin can shoot quite a few times. Therefore the number of empty bottles was telling the story of the length of this battle.

Over and over again, we offset the magic.

One by one, I have the illusion that the target's ice spear is getting thinner... No, this is not an illusion.

Obviously, it's proof that the Demon King is competing with me to lose.

"I got stuck, I'm sorry!

"Darksphere. Faster than me, enough."

I guess Emmy has finished crusading the other boss. He stood in front of me and used his sword to play the ice spear.

Until then, the demon king's attack magic, which continued to strike with no expression, stops perfectly.

The face looked open and shook in amazement.

"... weird. Why... who are you..."

The Demon King, in one of the six hands, pointed to the foot of Sibilla.

Not grasping the situation, Emmy looks at that empty bottle with a finger pointed at it, and then sees Civila's sweaty face.

"Little girl, don't you see... The man's Darksphere consumes several times as much magic as Fire Javelin. Besides, it alternately unleashes magic and offsets my magic for two. … I aimed for depletion. And five times... only a flaming wizard woman replenished her magic."

Emmy's gonna look at me in the back in horror.

Naturally I still can afford this one, so I shrugged my shoulders and replied, "No problem."

"... why... why! Impossible! No matter how little you estimate your magic, you're consuming dozens of people! It shouldn't be weird if you've already passed out! What the hell..."

"Oh, yeah"

I turned to Sibila and used a different kind of magic to ignore the words of the Demon King.

"Extra Heel Link, Cure Link. I'm sorry I forgot to make you recover. I wish I'd known before I sweated."

"... once I ask, do you have any magic refills?

"One way or another, I'd rather have just a drink"

"Ha, looks like you..."

Seeing an exchange between me and Sibila, the Demon King took his first step, lagging behind.

"... what the... saint's, magic...? You can continue to shoot infinite amounts of dark magic and use all the magic of saints......? There must be such a thing... who the hell are you..."

As I fill that step, I take a step from between Sibila and Emmy.

"Who,"

I suppose the Demon King is asking what it is like to be me.

Then I guess I'll just have to answer that.

"--" The Blackthorn Saint, "Russell. He is a saint of dark magic. There's no depletion in my magic."

The Demon King finally opens his eyes with a face that has lost his spare time as a fighter. When he closed his eyes quietly, he glanced at me like he'd never recognized me as an 'enemy'.

With three faces wrinkled between his eyebrows roaring, he takes out the sword that appeared more from the demonic squares on the ground than from the sandy beach...

It's a strangely over-decorated golden sword, unlike what the Demon King of Adriatic Dungeons had.

Two on your right and one on your left.

And empty hands, they have magic ready.

"I shot too many for nothing. I was alarmed, I'm not saying. Perhaps even if we were trying to assume all the 'possibilities', we wouldn't have expected you to exist at a degree (...) beyond common sense."

To fill that frightening step, the Demon King began to step this way one step at a time.

"Until we get this power, we can't lose. One brain will hold one person in charge."

"Fine."

And me, Civila, and Emmy.

When I saw the demon king, I set up my sword.

Sibila goes near Emmy and talks absurdly.... what?

And Sibila came to me and gave me strange instructions.

"Russell, from the left. Never go around back."

I feel it would be more advantageous to go around back......

"Make sure the Goddess's chance comes, don't miss it"

... Still.

If Sibila says so, I guess that's a good idea.

Because —— that's Sibila's instructions.

The Demon King stepped in at once and shook up his sword as he unleashed magic on us.

"Don't make me!

Emmy takes it from the front, prevents one of the swords and sucks two of the magic with a shield.

Both Civila and her sword are not too close together.

Tow the left hand of the last empty demon king from the right so that the magic cannot be released.

Still enough.

I'm in charge of one of the two swords on the left.

My left hand is empty, but I want to avoid accidentally bombing Emmy on the detour.

I don't know if Emmy's new profession can nullify dark magic. I want to avoid that kind of danger as much as possible.

It is adhesive but prevents it well.

We each have our own power, so we can fight a demon king who is so substandard.

"... you're still pretty strong. But!"

The Demon King tries to unleash the magic again, once away from the approaching state.

"Ice --"

"Yep!

So Emmy stepped forward to chase the Demon King... and the shield glowed black.

At that moment, the Demon King's legs cannot be stomped on the sandy beach, attracting them as they drift.

Right, is this the power of Emmy's new profession (Job)?

I finally see why Emmy, who has no means of ranged attack, such as attack magic, could have crusaded the two bosses with all that speed.

A move that attracts opponents, as opposed to a move that bounces them off.

That ability seems to work well enough for the Demon King as well.

"... Grr!

When I met the sword with that Emmy, I found myself in the same situation again.

When I bump my sword...... is it the effect of putting back on the dark attribute or is it just the property of my sword held by Lord Night Darkness...... the Demon King's sword breaks!

"Not yet!

The moment I thought it was a chance, the Demon King summons the next sword in an instant.

It's not for battle, it's obviously an expensive sword that could be worth dozens of my bought bracelets.

Damn, you have to break something this expensive again! As an ex-poor living, I hope you're getting more and more hateful. Hey!

The moment the Demon King held that sword.

—— shall.

And, along with some misplaced noise, I saw something unfamiliar on the back of the Demon King.

I at that moment... understood that this was the case and grabbed that 'hand of the goddess'.

I suppress the Demon King's sword with my right hand and scream with all my might as I concentrate my consciousness on my left hand!

"Enchanted Dark!

At that moment, the one on the back enters the demon king's body at a long time.

"--Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!

Even as he hears the screams, he suppresses his right arm as he presses his sword against me.

Emmy cleverly beats me off that all the rest of my arms are coming at me with their aim set.

In that momentary gap, I push my left arm in... cutting it up to my shoulder, along with the anger that has been sporadically said and the sense of accomplishment that has fed this guy a deadly blow!

"A---ah......!

The Demon King raises a purple fountain from his back.

When I stuck my left hand weapon in its chest... the Demon King lost his strength and sank on the beach.

The eye without its eyes sees its own chest.

"... what, what... this, crude... toy..."

What was there was clearly a second-hand throwing knife, used until the pattern discolored.

'What is it',? I want to know that.

A woman who knew what this was, naturally, moved to answer my feelings like that.

When Sibila looked at the knife, she smiled her thumb... and stood far ahead behind the Demon King.

"... Huh? Eve?"

Emmy shrugged is the fourth adventurer, who shouldn't be here.

"Ugh. Mr. Sibilla, this will get the job done"

"Really, that was a good job. And in return, I'll give you the right to see fun, fun, funny plays."

In reply to Eve, he approached and looked down at the Demon King with a foreboding that seemed to be Sibila.

There was a beautiful and abusive grin on his face.

Sibila began all the seeding.

"[Assassin] has skills that can be used by those who have reached a high level." Hidden, "well, you know."

"... that, is..."

"Yes. The level you need to remember the 'secret' to erase the signs is high. I know you were slashed once, but at the level of the Fourth Dungeon, it wasn't enough."

... That's right. Even though it worked then, Eve's level should never be high.

So where...?

"Russell knows, doesn't he? Something to level up right away."

"Oh no, the floor boss crusade and... and then I..."

... with the heart of a dragon, level up...!

"No, 'cause you, you were eating then!

"Well, you were eating. Dragon's Breast."

... what? Breast?

Was it just breast meat that you were laughing at the pieces eating mochi all the time next to me eating my heart?

Obviously, that was a heart-eating reaction, wasn't it?

"To deceive an enemy, from an ally. Eve's eating the heart of a needle earth dragon to get her active here. That's strong enough, isn't it? [Assassin] Level 21 Something."

Both me and Emmy were stunned by Sybila's outrageous exposures.

I understood at the same time. That's why Civila went to the orphanage with Eve.

Eve was watching us enter the dungeon from this sandy beach in the first place.

If you naturally know there is a battle against the Demon King here, then a good looking Eve can see you fighting.

Later, put each and every one of your brains in charge, stopping six of your arms and opening your back side.

And trusting that I would grant the dark attribute to the throwing knife, I didn't tell him anything.

The result is now.

So far...... you've been reading everything so far, Civila!

"No, the last hand in hunting down the Demon King was Russell's memory, wasn't it? That's why it's my turn from here."

And Sibila looks down on the Demon King with a heartfelt joy, niggling.

Give the last divine judgment to the Demon King.

"Defeating you is not the sword of the [Saint], nor the dragon tooth sword of the [Saint Knight], nor the sword of the 'Goddess of Night and Darkness'. 'Cause you rejected it all ~!

Near that body, raise one leg.

"Ya... stop..."

The Demon King, who foresaw what would happen now, shakes his head by dyeing all three faces in terror.

A demon king with substandard powers, lurking in Sairis.

Monetary first, and look down on the poor other in peace.

Whether you are a holy knight or an orphan, you lose interest.

We're tired of waiting too long to die.

Everything about the way you think and behave is selfish like a chunk of malice.

Its body is full of jewellery gathered from the city.

But all of that was obtained in counterfeit currency.

Even so.

Your opponent wants expensive weapons of the noble.

Everywhere arrogant, greedy, and full of vanity, the Demon King...

- The fate of that demon king is now decided!

"Defeating you is an orphan, super-poor ex-sri Assassin! Even such a child threw away as disposable, the cheapest used worn-out throwing knife in this city! No, that's good. Wow! From the depths of my heart! Cho deserves to stab you in the todome, I really think it's the weapon you deserve no more. Wow!

As if to mock the demon king desperately trying to refuse with his immobile body, Sibila turned her thumb down and stepped down, screaming out loud!

"This is the reward for your cause and effect! Zaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The throwing knife, endowed with dark attributes, is buried deep in the body of the Demon King by the boots of Civila.

Once frightened and spasmodic, the Demon King melted in the soil in a rush.

Sibila looked back here and smiled like a prank, completely different from the maddening look on her face earlier.

"Let me tell you on behalf of everyone, how about this?

"You're in a good mood."

"It's so great already"

I wanted to stab the Demon King's stop, me and Emmy, but when I saw the end, I honestly thought I was glad I gave it up to Civila.

You can't complain when you beat the part that's so bad for him with precision.

... At the same time, I feel like I could have shared the will to 'never just want to be hostile with Civila' when I glanced at Emmy for a moment.

What a mouth shot, even the Demon King would cry if he said that.

Eve, the meritorious man who was asking how things were going, joined us.

We honored each other for its activism, and we all laughed and realized one end.

Raised with confidence, even at the birth of an orphan.

Look down on that, just because you were born.

Even the one who took care of me was discredited.

I swear I will defeat you, that I will be able to escape twice.

Reveal the demon king who fled into the city in noble clothes, and be honest for the third time.

The final showdown, which lasted until sundown, now came to an end.

Finally we... beat that demon king.