Boukensha ni Naritai to Miyako ni Deteitta Musume ga S Rank ni Natteta

He was very ill with the treatment of the injured. Guild officials come and go, smelling elixir of smell like squirt. Adventurers were perplexed as the soldiers, who had been attacking as they had just noticed, suddenly all rolled to the ground and began to moan in pain, but Angelin was not able to Yuri judged that she had killed her, and she was immediately taken out of a potion, and all staff members began treatment.

The doctor's office is already full, and the chairs and tables in the lobby seem to be emergency beds. He seems to have contacted the town's soldiers' camp, but since a considerable number of soldiers were being manipulated, the information seemed confusing and seemed to be out of place.

Angelin sighed as he walked between the lying soldiers. I wish I could manage the surgeon earlier. I entered the medical office. The bed was full of soldiers and looked like a field hospital. The soldiers do not seem to remember when they were being manipulated, and they seem to have no idea why they were seeing them.

Rosetta was laid down in the back. Charlotte was sitting in a chair by his side. Charlotte, noticing Angelin approached, cried tears in his eyes.

"Sister ..." "Shal, are you fine? Rosetta-san ..."

Angelin stroked Charlotte and looked at Rosetta in bed. He was lying on his back because of a wound on his back, he seemed to have applied elixir, and his blood had stopped. Her complexion was not bad and she felt a gentle breath when she put her hand on her mouth.

"Was good……"

Angelin gasped, saying only the worst could be avoided. Charlotte hugged Angelin and groaned around his waist and wept.

"Wow, I'm sorry, because of me ..." "No. It's not because of Shar. I can't chase myself ..." "But ...!"

When I looked at me, Rosetta glanced down and opened her eyes slightly.

"... What happened? Here ..." "Rosetta, don't overdo it. It's a big injury ..."

Angelin rushed to Rosetta, trying to wake himself, and supported her.

"That was ... Anger, that girl ..."

Rosetta said, gazing at Charlotte, and relaxed his expression.

"It was good ... it was safe."

Charlotte bit his lips, and tears spilled, as the words were jammed. Still, he raised his eyebrows and shouted like angry.

"Stupid! Stupid! I said such a terrible thing ...! Why!" "Hah ... That's right. I'm a stupid, I don't know what to do. But it was really safe and really good ..."

The wound still hurts, Rosetta laughed weakly and put his hand on Charlotte's head. Charlotte whispered in tears, squatting his face on Rosetta's chest.

"I'm sorry ...! Thank you for helping."

Angelin sighed and gently turned his heels. Call out the guilded therapist and ask.

"What about Rosetta's injuries to the sister there?" "Oh, her. The wounds are big and the blood seems to have flown a lot, but they haven't reached the bones and internal organs. It would be okay if you were at rest. "

It looks OK for now. I looked down and there, Rosetta was stroking Charlotte and talking about something.

There is no curtain for me.

Angelin stepped out of the office with heavy steps. As I walked around, I saw Yuri cleaning a pool in the lobby. Approach and call out.

"Yuri-san" "Oh, Anger-chan. It wasn't that hard." "Yeah ... thank you. I was saved." "Fufu, it's good.

Yuri giggled. Angeline laughed weakly.

"... I'll cool my head a bit. There's Shal and Rosetta in the doctor's office. Can I leave it?" "Yeah ... I understand. Don't overdo it, Anger-chan." "... Thank you."

Perhaps looking at Angelin's expression, she wondered what she was doing. Yuri smiled without complaining, leaving the other staff members to clean up and went into the office.

Angelin got out of the building. There was no wind since tonight, so it seemed that some heat was accumulated.

Angelin breathed deeply and looked around without prejudice. There is a wild horse that seems to have heard the guild's uproar, but it is similar to usual in terms of the noise. As he moved his gaze, he saw a snarl leaning against the front wall, looking up at the sky. As Angelin approached, he frowned and smiled ironically.

"I'm sorry. What's safe with my sister." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry if Temee was such a win." "I was just on track. I guess I didn't think about what to protect ... "

Every time Charlotte trusted herself, she felt like she was approaching Bergliff, so she felt like she was closer to Bergliff. But it was just looking, did he really see Charlotte and Byak? Were you alone? Regardless of whether that was the case or not, I felt so disgusting that I was so upset.

Angelin stood next to Byak and leaned against the wall in the same way. Look at the juniper with a glance. He is a younger boy, but as tall as he is.

"... What should I do?" "Do you know?" "Yes ..."

Seeing Angelin sinking and descending, Bjak irritated and clenched his tongue.

"Temeye is the same as that kid." "... What is it?" "I'm bad, I'm bad. So I'm going to carry everything and take the heroine of the tragedy.

Angelin also came with a snap, in a relentless rant.

"What the hell are you going to do that ..." "Huh, I'm with you. I'm sorry, but then I'm still better off than that." I'm on the train, so what I'm like right now ... "

Bjarak sticks out his arm and moves forward. The hair was dyed black, the three-dimensional magic circle was visualized, and the sandy lights lit the traffic light. Angeline also felt a cold thing on her back and pulled out her sword reflexively.

"He is ...!"

There was a small thing in the center of a crowd of people gathering to look at something unusual. He is only as high as Angelin's waist. It is black and barely retains its shape. It glowed back to the light of the three-dimensional magic circle and shimmered.

Once, he was the shadowman who confronted abandoned dungeons near Orphen. However, the sign that I felt at that time was like a child. The whole body was full of apparent hostility and murder, and just looking at it made me feel sick.

The shadowman stood gazing as he asked him, but seemed to have responded to the hustle and bustle of his surroundings.

"Moshikera. Roll"

Suddenly, the shadowman expanded. It was about the same size as an adult, and the tips of its hands and feet glowed like iron, with obvious mass. The people start to move away from the shadowman in a hurry, seemingly dangerous and dangerous. The eyes that stuck to such people were caught.

Bounced. Aim at a man whose nails are at hand. The man's face caught fear.

But the nail did not reach the man. Angelin, slipping in and running, cut in and caught his nail with his sword.

A terribly heavy blow. The hand with the sword fluttered and the stomping leg moved slightly back.

"Escape to!"

People shuffle and flee, screaming close to Angeline's scream. Angelin forcibly beat the shadowman with his sword. The shadowman turned round and round and landed without difficulty. Staring at Angelin with his eyes closed.

"Oh," "Don't lick ...!"

The two shadows intersected. Metallic sounds resound. When away, Angelin frowned at the scars on her arms, cheeks and legs. It was just a scratch, but she bleed and was uncomfortable.

Angelin regained his sword, saying that the quality was different from the demon king who fought in the abandoned dungeon. It's painful to be freaked out shortly after the series. I feel distracted.

It is not the opponent who works fine. Here is what you can do with all your might. Angelin held a sword. At the same time, a three-dimensional magic circle shining in the sand flew from behind. They hit the shadowman and dent their skin. But it doesn't seem fatal. The shadowman groaned unpleasantly, shook his body and shook the magic circle. Angelin frowns and looks behind.

"You don't have to put your hand ... I'll keep it."

Bjaku shook his arm, deafening. A three-dimensional magic team attacks the shadowman. The shadowman waved his arms and beat them, kicking the ground and heading for Angelin.

"Come on ...!"

Lower your body and meet the shadowman. The sword and claws struck, sparks scattered. The blade shakes violently, and it reaches the handle and then to the hand.

Nevertheless, Angelin forcibly shook his arm and interacted with the shadowman. It's like a whip from the shoulder. However, it is the same for the other party. Rather, because the weapon and hand are united, it seems that the opponent does not take any extra loss, and while fighting with Angelica, Angelin was gradually pushed.

There is a three-dimensional magic circle of Biak. The shadowman, who had been interacting with Angelin, was in a surprised form, and swiftly blew backwards.

Angela, who breathed a lot, heard a sullen voice from Byak.

"Hey, let's get rid of it. Do you think you can win in such a dark battle?"

Angelin shouted frustrated.

"Noisy! It's already failing ... I'll protect you ...!"

Angelin says so as if she is possessed by something and steps on her feet and grips the sword again. Jaak shouted with disgust.

"To protect Temee, you just have to carry everything on your own and commit suicide! Most of the time you fall in love with yourself!"

Angeline shut silently, but still stepped on and hit the shadowman. The shadowman hit Angelin with constant hatred and hostility.

It's a sword of terrible speed, which can be called god speed, but Kagehoshi received it all and dealt with it properly. Despite the speed, Angelin's sword was lackluster. Urgency and the frustration pointed out by Bjach made his speed sword swing.

"... jam"

Kage mutters. Immediately, Angelin felt a strong shock on his side. A third arm, extending from the shadowman's torso, slammed down Angelin's flank. He was blown off and bounced off the ground twice and three times. The air escapes from the lungs due to the shock, and suffocates.

"Geho ...! Gogh, but ...!"

Angelin frowned at the breathing she didn't expect, and looked up. The shadowman lifts his nails and comes.

"Roll down" "Huh-don't get caught!"

I can not stand losing.

Angelin roars like a beast and stands up with a sword. The painful joints were twisted down with energy. But the movement is not sharp. Before standing up and holding the sword, the shadowman's claws approach his eyes.

However, his nails did not reach Angelin. A flashing, sandy magic circle flipped it from the side. At the same time, several solid magic circles struck like a shell from the side of the shadowman, and the shadowman blew off while denting his skin.

Bjalak ran up. His face is distorted by anger.

"I'm going to die! I'm sorry!" "... What is it? I'm wrong ...!"

Angelin muttered with vain eyes, but in a furious tone. The anger was not directed at anyone, but toward himself. Bjaku finally shakes, grabbing Angelin's shoulders, seemingly unable to rest on his stomach.

"What do you say fluently! Don't let the sweetness go wrong! Preach me so much, what's that zama!"

As Angeline opened his mouth, Bjaku shook his arms sharply. A three-dimensional magic team gathers to protect Bjaku. However, jet-black nails wiped them all together, and even junkies blew them away. He disappeared from Angelin's sight.

Stunnedly moving his gaze. Byak seems to have had a considerable blow. It looks tattered and full of wounds. Nevertheless, he barely got passive, burning fire of anger in his eyes and increasing the number of solid magic circles. The hair becomes mottled with black and white and then becomes black again.

The shadowman goes. A three-dimensional magic circle revolving around Bjak attacks the shadowman, but none of them is fatal. The shadowman waved his arm and splattered off the magic circle, and Bjak let an even larger number of solid magic circles fall down like a meteor. However, the magical power may be depleted. Gradually, the momentum visibly slows down, fresh blood spills from the pale lips, and the knees stick. The number of magic circles has also decreased.

Angelin wanted to scream. I wanted to spit out my emotions that couldn't be angry or sad.

"……It is useless"

However, I can bear it. But in your heart, the whirlpools are just as chaotic as they gain momentum. When the peak of emotions was near and it seemed that it was about to explode, the Belgryf suddenly crossed my mind.

Remember. What did Dad say?

Do not lose calm in any situation. You must not be drunk by temporary emotions and lead to an irreparable situation. Adventurers draw life and death at the discretion of a moment. So, put behind a second person who is always looking at himself.

Suddenly the visibility seemed to improve. The clouded eyes seemed to be polished with anger and inaction.

"... what are you doing, I am"

He kept his breath and snorted, and saw no fruit. It was floating. I couldn't even see myself objectively.

I'm sorry.

But that's not the case if you're stuck with that and you're in disgust. First, clear up the problem at hand. Otherwise, I'm stunned by Bergryf.

At the moment I thought so, my body was moving. Until recently, the hand holding the sword that felt heavy was terribly light. She seems to be holding a wooden stick. The extra strength is lost and the foot kicking the ground is light.

Angelin kicks the shadowman, who is raising his arm to try to stab him. Surprisingly, the shadowman blows off as if rolling on the ground.

"... Yes, it's not a big deal compared to my dad."

Certainly fast and the blows are terribly heavy. However, there is no feint to invite this movement, and the movement is linear. If the third arm is calm, it can react. Berggryf's attack on this move is much stronger.

With her hands on her chest and breathing all the rough, Bjaku said.

"... I'm too late" "I'm sorry Biya-kun. Leave it to me." "I don't call it Biya-kun ..."

Angelin kicked the ground with a blunt toe. Angelin turned his sword at the shadowman who got up and skipped his hatred gaze.

"Come on, play" "roll"

The shadowman is approaching, bouncing off the ground. Isn't the movement refined as we interact with Bják?

However, Angelin twisted her body lightly to catch the blow from her arm. Move your body according to the opponent's movement and release the impact like a willow. There was no abnormality in the numb hand earlier. He then turned around and threw his sword at the shadowman.

"Guh !?"

The shadowman suffered and groaned and leaped off. The blade should have hit, but it wasn't cut. But it seemed to be effective as a blow.

"Yes ... he couldn't cut it."

Remember the battle in the abandoned dungeon. He couldn't break through even with Dortos' spear, and his sword was finally able to slash at the very end.

I need that response.

Angelin puts his strength in the hand that holds the sword. Now that I've dispelled my anxiety, I'm feeling bloody in the battle. I don't hate fighting strong enemies. Pure struggle for battle. It fills the heart, and even a smile comes to the mouth.

The magical power in the body increases as if swirling, going around the whole body every time the heart beats. The arms, hands, fingertips, and the sword held there feel as if they were part of the body. The overflowing magical power glowed without stopping.

The shadowcaster hated his eyes, increased his arm count, and jumped at Angelin.

"Collapse!"

Like a spider's feet, several arms surrounded Angelin and approached. It has the power to be fatal just by touching each one.

“――――!”

Angelin bowed down, pulling a sword, as if he were Iai, and swung vigorously toward the shadowman.

The blade passed through the shadow knight without feeling resistance. The torso was split up and down from around the chest of the shadowman. I think that my arm approaching Angelin had cramped, and it collapsed and lost its shape.

"Oh ... but ..."

The shadowman stumbled, tumbling to the ground. The body collapsed while emitting odorous smoke and melted into a black puddle.

Angelin breathed greatly, putting a sword in the sheath. I lose power. But we cannot fall down. I moved my eyes around and looked for juniper. Find and smile with a smile.

"How about that, was it okay to leave it to your sister ...?"

He turned over and turned over.

Bjach sighed as if she was stunned and shook her head.

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The wind began to blow. On the roof of the building, a man in Robe was watching the battle between Angelin and the shadowman, and muttered with admiration.

"... funny. Is this a good idea to keep swimming for a while?"

The man walked a few steps along the edge of the building, handing his chin. The wind blew and the robe hem fluttered and fluttered.

The satisfied man put his hand on his chest to activate the technique of spatial transfer. But the space does not shake. He frowned suspiciously and turned around.

"... this is this" "Teme ... what do you do in such a place.

Mary stood with her gray hair fluttering in the wind. The ball of magic is shining in the palm of the hand that spreads lightly and faces upwards. This seems to have prevented the space transfer of the man.

The man laughed fearlessly and snapped his finger bones.

"What is it? It's obvious. Are you going to bury your bones in this place?" … ”“ Crap, those who might be the “gray” great mages, don't say stupid things. ”“ Which stupids, waste. Come out of this place where I am. Goho "

The man laughed as he stumbled upon the crushed Maria.

"It looks like you're sick. Can you kill me in such a way?"

Maria moved her finger. The space pulsated like a mirage, urging to pinch a man from both sides. The man crosses his hands and casts quickly. A pale light rushed, holding down the wobbling space. Magic antagonizes and makes a heavy sound. The man smiled like a spear and ridicule.

"What happened? Maria, your arm has fallen."

Maria moves her fingertips further. Immediately, the man's feet soften like a swamp and swallow the man's feet. Several light bullets flew to the frowning man. A compressed mass of magic. This is a powerful difference from normal magic bullets.

The man struck his tongue and put his hands forward.

"At night, black blood fluctuates in silver, full of moonlight, and dyes everything."

As soon as the chanting was over, a light bomb exploded in front of the man. Maria frowns at the violent flash. It seemed to be visible from the ground, and the traffic was pointing up and up.

"... I ran away"

Maria gasped down and lowered her arms. There is no man. Apparently she pierced her with a forcible chanting and bore a hole in Maria's sabotage.

"I'm a decay ..."

Maria looked down on the traffic from the top of the building, grumpy. I was amazed at the flash and saw people looking up. After the battle between Angelin and the shadowman, the ground remains uneven. As I moved my gaze, a black puddle of a melting shadowman became noticeable.

"... It's troublesome, but why check it?"

Maria suppressed her chest.

"Guh, Geho! Gogh, gogh!"

Squeeze it in and vomit it in a grumpy way.

"Damn ... Is the effect of this medicine short-lived? ... I'm thinking about a new formulation ..."

Maria frowned and slowly descended from the building.