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

The roar of a large sword is echoing from the hand holding the handle to the whole body. It's like coming to the bottom of my belly and sitting down. It seemed that the outline of the memory, which seemed to be separated by one veil, became clear and bright. The elf, Satie, was no different. Despite her beautiful and smooth silver hair and gentle look, her thick eyebrows show her strong will. But the appearance hasn't changed, but it looks like they're grown up because they are older. I wanted to look more seriously, but I can't say that right now. You have to concentrate on the person in front of you.

"Bell, don't kill those crows."

Satie said. Bergryf is on his eyes only. I saw two crows on a huge parsley branch. Bergliff gently loosened his mouth.

"I see." "I'm sorry. I really want to talk more."

Satie said so and smiled lonely. Bergliff smiled.

"Once you're done, talk slowly." "Ah, I want to hear a lot. I want to talk."

Bergliff narrowed his eyes and lightly watched the surrounding battles. Just before, there are figures of the knights of the cathedral that I just met before. The man behind François may be the rumored Prince. The man facing Kasim seems to be quite skilled, and the maid who is alone against Anessa and Miriam is not a mere person, even though he is not good at short distances.

The man dressed as the prince smiled small. But the eyes are not laughing.

"The Prince of Hakuba is a bit nasty.

I saw a small shadow sneaking behind Belgriff and frowned.

"Hey, Maitreya. Why are you there?"

Maitreya screamed, "hidden," but as she reconsidered, she came out of the Bergryph's shadow, with only her face, and her tongue out.

"I ride the winning horse. That's it."

Angeline looked suspicious.

"Who, you" "I'm Maitreya. A great maho with the nickname" spelled black "-"

Before Maitreya was finished, the magic of Kasim and Schweiz collided and made a loud noise. Benjamin shook his head.

"... I was disappointed for you. Good, let's get it all together."

Benjamin closed his eyes and began to sing something small. Donovan raised his eyebrows and raised his sword.

"I'm surprised at you ... but it's fine." "Donovan, there's no reason to fight me with you." "Hmm, what do you say in the rebels' approach to the empire? Your daughter turned the sword on, calling the Highness a fake, and claimed that the tramp was the real Highness. Is it enough to be processed? "

Bergliff looks surprised and looks behind. Next to Angelin and Sati, a shabby looking man crouched. Berglin looked at Angelin and Angelin agreed.

"This person is real. He was caught here."

Perhaps he couldn't have killed the real Benjamin, as he thought. I want to convince Donovan somehow, but I may not be able to say so in this situation. Do you have to fight?

Donovan seems to be a medium arm. It doesn't cut into the dark clouds, but rather measures the gazing at the Berglyph. He seemed to be checking the size of the suddenly appearing reinforcements. Bergriff was also alert to Donovan and made small moves in response to each move.

Angelin's eyes widened as if surprised.

"Dad! I'm going a little!"

Angelin ran like a fly and kicked off the maid who was trying to push a knife at Miriam. Miriam turned pale and shook.

"Thank you, Anger ... I thought I'd die." "I'm going to deal with this guy. They're behind my dad." "I see. The rear guard shouldn't be the avant-garde."

Annessa smiled and returned the dagger to her waist sheath and dropped back with Miriam. Bergliff repositioned his sword.

"... I really want to solve it in words, but I can't seem to say that." "Hm. Isn't there a man like that lion? Your sword is brilliant, but you're not as late as you are ... Falca! "

Donovan yelled and Falca, who was facing Marguerite, returned. The blood on the flank cut by Angelin has already stopped.

"It's a good time. Kill him and destroy the sword. That elf I will take on."

With that said, Donovan went to Marguerite, who came after Falca. Falka glanced happily visibly at the Bergliff, and jumped in the next moment. It is a slash from the top. When received with a large sword, the magical power of Falka's sword collided with a piece of magical power scattered like a spark. The sword groaned. Berglyf shouted.

"Satie! Can you run?" "Eh, yeah!" "Place is bad! Take your Highness out of the forest! Mily! Arne! Ask for two! Maitreya, go with everyone!"

Bergriff said he shook his sword. Falca jumps back and dodge it. However, the sword cut down the large parsley tree that was standing aside. The tree makes a noise and falls, blocking the path of Falka who was about to come before.

"Run!"

There was a humming overhead. The crows seem to chase Sati and others. Belgriff took out a flashball from his tool bag and threw it, feeling the signs that Saty was running back. It burst in front of Falka, who had slashed the parsley branches, and gave off intense light.

"...!"

In the midst of the darkness of the night, Falca's view dazzled with a flash that suddenly struck his eyes, and stopped astray. In vain, Bergliff jumped forward, striking Falka's arm with his sword belly. Falka struck his knees with a squeezing scream. It should be a considerable shock, but is it still the swordsman's intention to not drop the sword?

"It's bad, but I don't want to cut it straight. I'll have you sleep a little!"

Bergliff leaned down, hitting his palm into the sulcus. As the air escaped from Falca's lungs, peeled all over his eyes and fell down on his face, great magic again hit the other side, causing a large shock to shake the parsley trees.

The popping magical remnants are scattered in the air as streaks of light. They flicker and move around like creatures, then disappear like melting. The fresh smell of parsley leaves scattered by the magical impact of the collision disproportionately created a place where he should be nervous, and Casim laughed while holding his bowler hat.

"Hemming, I'm hungry, Domo."

Opposing Schweitz looks at Kasym with a constant distance frowning. Kasim turned his finger. The magical powers that were popping and dancing are swirling and gathering. Schweitz muttered with a sigh.

"... a troublesome man."

Kasim turned his fingertip to Schweiz. The magical power that gathers turns to Schweiz as a contradiction.

"I want to talk to a friend, not you." "Yes".

Schweitz had a sneer.

"Do you think this world is worth it?" "I didn't think, until now, but now I love many things. If you want to do whatever you want, stay stiff. It's about to be roared. "

Kasim moved his fingertips slightly. A number of sharp spears attacked Schweiz. But Schweitz caught them on the wall of magic. The translucent wall swells and approaches Kasim.

Kassim jumped backwards, swinging his arms up and down. The mass of magic that had accumulated at the top hit the magic wall like a large hammer. The intense vibrations caused Schweitz inside to frown on his eyebrows.

"Well, just protect it?"

In addition, Casim put his hands on the ground. The magical powers of the body sneak into the ground with their hands, moving tremendously toward Schweiz underground. Schweitz reacted with Picli and jumped back a short distance, nearly ten steps away. Previously, where Schweiz was, a spear-like magical force protruded from the ground.

"As expected, it's not a straight line."

Schweiz moved his fingertips silently. The space on either side of Kasim approached with mass, as if crushing him. Kasim bows down and jumps aside to avoid it. The collision space fluctuated a little, but soon returned as if nothing had happened.

Shortly after breathing, this time the ground undulated like a creature, catching Casim's feet. There is a sign that something is covered from above.

"Yabe"

Kasim quickly gathered magic at his fingertips, sang quickly, and touched the ground, grabbing his foot.

"Collapse!"

Immediately the ground collapsed like mud, and he let go of Casim's feet. Casim ran away as he rolled back, and the ground sunk into the ground, as if something was invisible. Casim frowns grumpy. Schweitz didn't come out of his hand, standing up beyond that. Kasim hit his tongue.

"Well, I feel like you're playing. I don't say you're really serious, but if you're not motivated, you can go somewhere. Oiler isn't free too." "Do you want to do it?"

Suddenly, Schweitz's right arm burned up. It is a deep blue flame. It emerged one after another, like a soul, around Schweiz, moving around in brilliantly and burning with enthusiasm. Kasim put on his bowler hat again.

"I see," Blue flames of calamity "are like that ..."

I wondered if the blue fires that were floating in each chain were like chains, and struck the air like a snake and came to Kasim. The touched parsley leaves burn and the area is illuminated with pale light.

"Hey, do you feel like a forest fire?"

Kassim concentrated his magical power while dodging.

"Punching the ground, punching the sky, punching the soul"

Sings quickly and releases great magic.

Magical fangs ate the fire snake. However, the flame transforms in a way that transforms its illusion, igniting the fangs of magic and burning. Kasim also countered by pouring his magic, but the fire was strong and his forehead sweated. The power of the notorious “Blue Flame of Disaster” does not seem to be Date. Even though he wasn't optimistic, he smiled on Kasim's face. It is the nature of the adventurer that excites fighting strong opponents.

"Hehe, it's really hard to push Oira with magic ..."

Casim prepares a magical spear with his other hand, wielding magic. When the flame snake burned more strongly, Casim shot it at once. The spear was thin and strong, piercing through a point of fire to Schweiz and pierced into his shoulder.

"Muh!"

Schweitz frowned and staggered a little. The momentum of the flame weakens. Kashim concentrated on magical fangs. Like the mouth of a giant beast, it chews on a fire snake.

"Not yet!"

Kasim also creates a number of magic bullets in the air. However, it is not a round shape like a normal magic bullet. Sharp, like an arrow. It is not as strong or as long as a spear, but does not take long to produce. More than a dozen of them were produced at once, and were released all at once to Schweiz. The weakened flames seem to be far from stopping them.

Schweitz knocked his tongue out, extinguishing the serpent of fire. Kassim steps out of balance because the magic he was pushing has disappeared. Instead of removing the snake, the flame of the right arm increased. Schweitz felt like he wore a flame like a cloak, and shook it to catch the magic arrow approaching. The arrow was burned by the blue flame and returned to magic, melting into the air and disappearing.

"It's wonderful" Crashing the canopy "..."

Schweitz kept himself hidden in the flames and burned it further. It burned into a huge parsley tree growing around it, and it was finally getting a fire along the branches.

The area is illuminated blue and the eyes flicker. Surrounded by fire, it's not a battle.

"Kassim is already overwhelmed ..."

Angelin frowned and sewn through the trees in a lump of fire. It is burning and hot, but the light illuminating it is blue is somewhat uncomfortable. Suddenly, my back was throbbing, and I held my sword. A small knife hit the blade. Angelin gazes at the knife's flutter, but the shadow moves quickly and the flames just get lost.

"Yes, already."

Instead of Anessa and Miriam, Angelin was facing a maid with vacant eyes, but as soon as she saw that her opponent was Angelin, she never tried a close-range battle and kept a fixed distance. While moving toward the blind spot, he made an attack using dark instruments. With a stunning skill reminiscent of a seasoned assassin, and chased by the darkness of the night, even Angelin, who can't beat it, can't attack. The fact that there are trees around them also works in favor of the other party. Furthermore, it is hard to move now because the flame disturbs.

"I'll never lose if I'm right in front"

Angelin shattered the thin needle that had been thrown again with a sword. I'm not willing to take such an attack at all, but it's annoying to be a defense. Enemies who don't try to deal with this are hard to do.

The flames are gaining momentum and spreading along the parsley forest. But this is also an opportunity. If you can go out as it is, there is no place to hide your opponent. Fighting in an unobstructed open space is what Angelin wants.

"Wow, with"

This time, he drove the rain from the needle that had fallen overhead. Burning parsley leaves are falling.

"Gum, on a branch"

The monkey maid seemed to move on a branch. Angelin thought it was easy to see the skirt when she went up to that place. However, in this situation, the contents of the skirt are dark and invisible.

Apparently, they seem to be ahead of the curve and keep this out of the forest. Then Angelin quickly looked around and jumped up on a parsley tree that had not yet burned. Using the low branches as a foothold, it rises at once. A knife and a needle flew on the way, but it was shot down.

The heat of the flame came up and the top was hotter. But the outlook is not bad. The maid was also captured.

"The game is over ...!"

Angeline kicks the branch and makes her maid thin. The maid seemed to escape, but surprisingly received Angelin's sword head on. However, he did not intend to fight in a straightforward manner, and as he received it, he swung the branch with his feet. Angeline unintentionally loses balance. A dagger was swung down from above without overlooking it.

"Kun!"

Angelin stretched his arm and grabbed the wrist with the knife, avoiding a piercing at the end. You can see yourself appearing in the maid's hollow eyes. Angeline clenched her teeth, as soon as she was beaten by Falka. After a moment, Maid paid Angelin's feet. But Angelin doesn't let go of the maid's wrist. They fell off the branch in an entangled manner.

"this!"

Angelin pulled the maid down below herself and stepped on her body and jumped. The maid fell from the back to the ground, but barely seemed passive and stood up.

Angelin managed to kill the momentum and landed, quickly shattering his sword as he approached the maid.

"... with mercy" "!"

Tears flowed from the maid's eyes. Angeline immediately stopped his sword in the appearance of sorrow. However, at that moment, the maid thrust a dagger with that expression.

"Guu!"

He evaded himself, but had a scar on his thigh and fresh blood. But Angeline immediately changed his sword without flinching, and this time he mercilessly flashed. The maid's neck flew in the air, and blood blew out from her neck.

After confirming that the fallen maid's body was stationary, Angelin put in his sword.

"... I was a disgusting partner."

Probably a top class assassin. The last tears Angelin has been completely fooled. Not if you are standing out. Angelin turned his heels and ran out of the burning forest.

Outside of the forest, the crow swirled and repeatedly plunged several times toward the prey below. Sati stood up over Benjamin, and Anessa and Miriam were glaring at the crow, each with their own weapons.

"Damn, the movement is fast ..." "Well, I'm not good at capturing magic."

Satie said sorry.

"I'm sorry, both of you say unreasonableness." "What are you saying, we don't want to kill the children being manipulated?" "Yes! Oh, come back, don't rage! Wow!"

The crow descended like an arrow and passed by Miriam. Both have crow's claws and beaks with a number of faint, line-like wounds. Satie shouted.

"Haru! Maru! Let's do it! You're not a weak child who can be manipulated silently!"

The two crows are flying and shouting. Anessa hit her tongue.

"Somehow ... if I could stop moving," "Arne, didn't you bring Trimochi?"

Usually, the arrow with the tip on the tip of Anessa's equipment is left in the inn to make it lighter. Miriam's lightning magic will hit you, but killing it doesn't make sense. Anessa returned.

"Maitreya, what's going on?"

Maitreya, who was getting smaller next to Benjamin, narrowed her eyes.

"... That crow, is it so important?" "Hey, that's not the case now!"

A crow's beak bounced off Miriam's hat. Anessa fired an arrow for intimidation. The crow evades it and fires an arrow to head to Anessa, which is vulnerable.

"Shimama-"

But before the crow pierced Anessa with his beak, the crow lost his posture as if struck and soared, screaming. Anessa was amazed and looked back, and Satie had one hand in front. Was it her magic or something? Saty breathed in a big breath and left.

"I'm sorry ... it's okay. Let's do it." "Eh, but."

Satie says, gazing at the crow. Maitreya said.

"... Isn't it important?" "... It's like a child, but it can't be helped."

Maitreya stood up and opened her hands lightly. Magical power swirls and shakes the hem of the clothes like wind.

"If you drop it on the ground, you will be caught. I will charge you later." "Please motivate me sooner! Milly! Don't do it!"

Miriam shook his wand and fired several low-powered ammunition. The crows are reluctant to fight back and rush around.

"Good!"

Upon seeing it, Anessa broke the arrowhead and instead wrapped a piece of cloth around her tip, quickly changed and released. The arrow flew past the crow's dodge and staked his wings at the base. The crow screams tightly and falls down on the ground. Then the shadows grew sharply and entangled the crow like a chain. Then another fell to the ground in the same way, and both crows were locked in their shadows and could not move. Saty was amazed and fluttered.

"Haha ... I'm a party member of Angers ... Thank you!" "Hey, I'm honored to have Satie-san say that." "Hehe, you'll be praised by a friend of Bell. I'm just happy. Is this one calm down? "

Miriam looked around with his hat on his head. A blue flame burning the forest illuminates the area. I can still hear the sound of swords from somewhere. It is the sword that makes the sharp sound of cutting the air around the foot of the still burning forest. It overwhelms the one-sided attack on the tapered knight sword. Marguerite was smiling with a relaxed look at Donovan, one of the defenses.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry.

Donovan violently beat Marguerite's sword and retaliated, but Marguerite, with a cool face, evaded it and kicked off Donovan's belly. Donovan stepped back a few steps, clenched his stomach and clenched his teeth.

"I'm sorry. That rabbit was much stronger." "Is it nasty ... is this a noble race?"

Donovan was frowned upon by Marguerite, who had the exact opposite of a pure elf's impression often heard in fairy tales. However, his appearance illuminated by the burning blue flames around him is dignified and beautiful. But it is too strong. Donovan, who has been a longtime knight as a church knight and should never be weak, has few hands and feet.

Marguerite waved his sword lightly and kicked the ground. He looks around and frowns at the steadily burning blue flame.

"Let's finish it. If you die with this, you're stupid." "Lick your mouth ...!"

At that time, I felt something terrifying from behind Donovan. Not only Marguerite, but Donovan also look surprised. There stood a strange man in black clothing. Although it is in the shape of a person, there is almost no sign of life that a living person has. Instead, a sign of death piercing the skin was emitted from the whole body, which seemed to make you feel unwell.

The monster in a black robe saw Marguerite with two red eyes on the face. Donovan does not even look.

"No, Noroy ...? No, but this is ..." "Hah, is the Knight of the Church a Vienna religion?

Marguerite instinctively said in a cheerful tone to deceive the fluttering skin. Donovan hit his tongue.

"... If this works for me, it must be the will of the Lord God." "It's a very convenient god. You have no religion."

Marguerite said, holding a sword. The monster in a black robe groaned from the bottom of the ground and jumped at Marguerite. A long arm stretched out from under the garment, and his twisted claw hand grabbed Marguerite's sword.

"This is the key!"

Marguerite swung his sword brute force. But the hand is not split, and the monster crawls on the ground towards Marguerite. Marguerite quickly twisted and thrust his sword at the monster. But there is no response. Not only that, but I feel unpleasant that something is tangled with the blade, and I hurry and draw my sword.

"Damn, go ahead ..."

See the monster lit by the blue fire. Even though it looks like a person, the key points are not always the same. Rather, it seemed to be dangerous no matter where the sword was inserted. Marguerite has slaughtered even the Demon King, but the monster in this black robe felt a different strange distortion and hesitated to take his hand.

Donovan came from behind the monster. Marguerite is safely taken, but at the same time a monster comes over. Even though I didn't have a weapon like a weapon, I could imagine being able to touch it and my skin was irritated.

Dodge vandals, push back Donovan, and move back, Marguerite breathes. Donovan renewed his sword with a ferocious smile. It was as if the power of the monster had been transferred to the body.

"... Isn't that good friend? Why don't you change your name to a dark knight?"

Once again Donovan and the monster come at the same time. If Donovan had two people, Marguerite would be able to afford him, but the monster in black coat is troublesome. If you concentrate on that, I think even Donovan's sword is dangerous. In addition, the hands of fire are gaining momentum. Continued stalemate will increase the danger there. Marguerite was at a loss for a moment, but turned around and turned around. Donovan opens his eyes.

"Do you flee! This coward!" "Well, if I fight here with a willingness, I get angry at Bell and my big uncle!"

Marguerite ran out of the forest, sticking out his tongue. Sew the burning parsley trees with a rattling noise and the scenery opens abruptly. The moon's light reflected off the distant sea and calmed white.

Donovan jumped out of the forest as he looked around to join his friends.

"Escape ..."

It just slashes on Marguerite. Marguerite accepted it and looked around quickly. There is no monster in that black robe. Marguerite went offense at once. Donovan eats bubbles and goes around for defense.

After hitting each other, they came close to each other. Donovan, who was not in good shape, was pushed back by Marguerite and turned away.

"Oh, oh no ...!" "If you don't even have that monster, I'm not afraid of you. I'll clean it up now!" "Don't playfully! Become a elf like you!"

At that time, Belgriff shouted.

"Mary! Avoid!"

Marguerite jumped backwards at ease. Donovan's eyes widened and his gaze moved down. A sword grew from his belly.

Donovan throbbed his mouth and then vomited blood.

"Gatsu ... what, what ..."

Donovan looked back as he hit his knees. Falka stood. He still pierces his sword through Donovan's back with no expression.

"Fa, Luka, you ..."

The sword was withdrawn, and Falka kicked Donovan just out of the way and went aside.

"Well, fellow ...?"

Marguerite was amazed, but suddenly felt pain in his side. If you do your hand with surprise, you will have blood. When I saw it, my flank was split and blood overflowed. Well, Falca wasn't trying to kill Donovan, but he was trying to penetrate himself.

Marguerite struck himself with a weak knee.