Black Haired King

"Ladyus, I'm sorry you're late."

It was Alfred who said that and stood beside me. But...

"Alfred... you look pale"

Yes, Alfred's complexion is bluer, letting him pull his cheeks, and he's sweating cold. Besides, I was shaking my own sword.

"It's okay. Again, because I'm a C-rank adventurer!

That's what I say, Alfred, putting up a sword. Absolutely not.

"Alfred, can you use water magic?

"What? Oh, yeah, I can use it, though"

"Then heal my arm. Come on!"

At the same time Alfred tried to treat my right arm, Oak King made a move. Looks like Alfred's thunder magic paralysis has been solved.

Keep going, me and Alfred. I'll run for it. Alfred stands forward while he treats me, but his breath is getting rough. As it were, Alfred gets hit. My sword is falling apart, so in the spare time I'm picking it up, it's my turn to be caught up.

What am I supposed to do? With that in mind, magic emanates from behind us toward Oak King.

"Can you let Redius just fight you!

The identity is Gawayne and Beans. A female adventurer, a londle, and a charn stand to protect two near it. And...

"I'll help too"

Marlene came to my side. Take my sword. Marlene uses water magic on my right arm with a broken bone. Whoa, thanks to Alfred and Mailene, the fracture's healed!

"Thank you, Meilene"

"Mmm."

I take the sword from Maureen and hold it with my right hand. And...

"Alfred, you magically need backup."

"But!

"I want you to lend me your sword instead."

Still, I ask Alfred to do what he says when he tries to fight. One sword. Then, if it's me now, I can't keep up with the Oak King's sword trident. This is my lack of strength. If it was Mr. Mistrair, I'd be able to take him down normally.

"... come on, okay, Redius"

Grab the sword given to you by Alfred with your left hand. It's not about the black sword, but it's familiar with my hand. Only during this battle will it be okay.

"Come on, there we go, Redius!

There's a Gawain scream coming from behind. In front of me there is an oak king who waves magic away with his sword in annoyance. And I'm going to wave down the sword.

"Alfred, stay back with Meilene!

I'll put the two of them down and set up my left and right swords. Well, it's been a long time. Unexpectedly.

"Brua!"

Oak king coming down thoughtfully. I'll take the Oak King sword straight from the front, crossing it. The shock of swords hitting each other spreads around.

I crossed the sword.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Shake it up all at once and play the Great Sword. Oak King goes up his sword big and unbearable. I spin and kick into my empty body. It's a kick to the limit. It is somewhat prevented by oak king fat and muscles, but also damages oak king.

"Gubbo!?

Oak King just takes a few steps, but I get cut to oak king in it. Cut with the sword on the left, but still shallow. We have to do something about this fat and muscle first.

Shift the sword of the oak king that comes down again, with the sword on the left, and cut the belly of the oak king with the black sword on the right. The oak king rings a little with pain, but only a scratch from the oak king. He doesn't look like he cared much, and now he's waving a big sword horizontally.

I crouch and avoid and cut off the belly of the oak king again. From there, cut and avoid, cut and repeat over and over again. More attacks on Oak King for more trouble with a double sword. An attack that wouldn't really work on oak kings if it were supposed to. But...

"Bu, bura!

"Oh, that guy... could it be..."

"Yeah, I think what Rondor thinks is just like me."

Why don't we attack the same spot more than once? I avoided cutting and repeated it over and over, cutting off the belly of the oak king so that all the centers of the wounds overlapped.

As a result, the belly of the oak king became scratchy, but the central part of the wound in particular is eggy enough to cause nausea if ordinary people see it.

Does Oak King also hurt the boulder, holding it down with his hungry left hand with blood flowing. For the first time here, Oak King is stained with unwaking fear. And...

"Bull, bralalalaaaaaa!

I've waved down my great sword screaming loudest I've ever seen to delude that fear. I will intercept the sword head-on. I can hear you screaming in the back, but ignore it.

"Flame Flow, Dragon Flash."

Put your magic to my limit on the black sword on the right and shake it up from the bottom all at once. Originally, the Great Sword should be bounced when it hits you, but when it becomes hard enough to shed the magic of the original abilities of the Black Sword or takes advantage of its high permeability properties to shed more than twice as much magic as usual.

"Buh!?

The Great Sword of the Oak King smashed to pieces. That would also be natural. I don't know how long Oak King has been using this great sword, but from what I've seen, it's just a big sword.

Besides, Oak King was at his disposal to wield a worn sword that had not been cared for, had not shed blood paste, and had not been sharpened. I guess the Great Sword already had its limits.

What happens if I bump a black sword that raises its strength to its limit there. The result was smashed, as I see it.

I swing my left sword all the way down from the top. The black sword works hard to increase strength and magically stretches the blade across the left sword.

"Double Strike"

There's nothing left to prevent, Oak King tries to prevent it by crossing his hands, but it's a magic blade that cements to its limits. Unstoppable.

... bushah...

The arms are cut off and the body is cut in half lengthwise. My back is stuck so I feel like opening it.

I go straight out of magic and fall asleep behind me. I smell terrible blood, but my feelings now.

"I'm tired!!

I'm done with this.