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

Under a blazing blue fire or white moonlight, the red supposed blood looked black. Despite his immediate retreat, Falca's sword slashed Marguerite's flank, suddenly blazing in pain.

"……painful"

Marguerite gasped as he saw Falca approaching and raising his sword. The handle of the sword increased in mass and eroded down to Falka's arm, and the arm and sword were united. Almost at the same time as the sword was swung down, the Bergliff jumped in and caught it with a large sword. The sacred sword and the magic sword raise their voices to each other, and the magical power gushes out. Falka frowned and jumped back. Bergliff bows down and holds Marguerite's shoulders.

"Marie, do it well!" "Bell ... I ... I'll die?" "I'm fine. I avoided it properly, it's not a fatal injury. Don't let go." "That sword takes away the power of the opponent who cut it. That's also because of the lack of power. Keep your mind. Don't be bullish."

Marguerite bit his lips and stared at Falca. She was injured because of her strength and was uneasy because she was not used to it. Sorry, Marguerite managed to get up with some strength. Stand up a little. Berglyph tells me that I can die from such an injury.

"What happened to him?" "I don't know. But I'm sure that sword isn't good."

Bergliff stood in front of Marguerite with a large sword.

"Hold the wound firmly. There are Saty over there. Let's join and take care." "... I'll be back soon!"

Marguerite rushed quickly, holding the wound with both hands. Bergliff breathed in and looked at Falka again. The boy who should have stunned himself is now a monster in the shape of a human. The blade of the sword assimilated with the right arm is glistening and black.

I feel like I was facing something like this in the past. Her ring swelled and eroded her arm when she saw Charlotte in a Bordeaux residence. Is Falka's sword the same quality as that ring?

Bergliff, who defeated Falca, crushed his head first and headed toward the fake prince, but disappeared in a moment when he stopped moving due to the shock of the great magic of Kasim and Schweiz. The situation was confused because of the blue flame that was burning afterwards.

Meanwhile, Falka, who seemed fainted, stood up. But rather than waking up from stun, I felt that something else was moving the body. We met with Falka and ran as though he felt something else along the way, and Bergliff followed. And I saw a monster in a black robe, a Falka that cut through it and absorbed it into a blade, and a sword that eroded his arms.

"... I wish I had been stopped at that time."

Wrong, Bergliff bites. Marguerite was injured because of his slow movement, and Donovan died. Now the opposing Falka is the same expressionless, but the light of his eyes is colder, giving the impression that he is not a living thing. Just like a sword.

"A sword? Are you really Falca?"

Graham's sword groaned. Falka kicked the ground and headed. Bergliff comes forward and adjusts his sword.

"..."

Falka has forcibly pushed the Bergliff. Falka's power, which was supposed to be smaller than the Bergryph, was strangely strong, probably because of his sword, and Bergryf stepped on his left foot.

"Ku ..."

The power is clearly increasing. Some have absorbed the monster in that black robe, and some have even absorbed the magic of Donovan. And just because of the collars, the body became tired. Bergryf kicked his left foot and turned around his right prosthesis. Falca, who had been holding it down, rolled over the ground with great momentum. Bergliffe followed his sword.

"What?"

But Falka, who was lying on his back, received a blow from his great sword with his right arm. He competes with the Bergryph, who must have full body power, only with the power of his arms. Bergliff clenched his teeth and blew sweat.

"..."

Unexpectedly, Falka relaxed and rolled sideways. The big sword slashes through the ground and explodes. The broken ground splattered. Falca swings his sword down on the imbalanced Bergliff.

"Father!"

Angelin jumped in there. Catches the sword and kicks Falca away. Falka flew round and round, landed and shook.

"Dad, okay !?" "Anger ... I'm sorry, I'm saved." "Hey, I heard from Marie ... That rabbit, was that weird?" "Oh, watch out. Anger. Will do it "

The parent and the child regained their swords side by side. Falca was swaying and gazing at them, but suddenly jumped like an arrow and came close. After receiving the shaking blade, Bergliff slid sideways. Angelin went to the other side, sandwiching Falca. I kick the ground and slash. Falca catches and tries to fight back, but Angelin comes from behind and turns around in a hurry to respond. In the meantime, Bergliff kicked Falka's back off.

"...!" "Hello!"

Angelin swings his sword down to Falca, who loses his balance. Falca was supposed to be slashed, but he slashed his skin with a forceful movement of the body that seemed to be unlikely to be a human.

Even though he hasn't shuffled, Angelin moves as Bergriff thought. I also immediately understood Angelin's intentions. Berggriff smiled at the end, saying it would be a parent-child fight in this way. Angelin and others seem visibly happy. Falca stood on her knees and stood up. However, his left arm bends in an unusual direction, and his ankle seems to be crushed. In order to dodge parent-child coordination, he bent his body to one that should not bend. I feel like I could hear the bone coming off. Angelin holds a sword.

"What do you do, Dad?"

Falca's painful appearance, but still holding her sword in a blank expression, was somewhat painful to see. The great sword growls. Angeline frowned.

"Is that so?" "What happened?" "The sword is saying. That dirty mass of magic ... maybe the rabbit's sword, but let me break it."

Certainly, if the sword is taking over consciousness, you should destroy it. Bergliff held a large sword and looked into Falka.

"Angier, aim for the sword." "Will he kill you?" Hmm?"

Angelin looked into Bergriff's face with a grin.

"I'm glad to see Saty-san?" "What are you saying, at such a time ... oh, I'm glad. Very much."

Angelin went to Falka with his sword. Berggriff smiles and follows. Falka was wandering, but caught Angelin's blow. It's no longer a mere swordsman, it's a strange erratic move, and it strikes back at Angelin.

"Go!"

Angelin avoids it with a piece of paper. Berggriff thrashes Falca into pursuit. Swing the sword aiming at the base of the blade as it is. However, Falca did not understand his intention, and avoided pulling his arms and swords.

"Darn, did you realize?"

Bergliff hit his tongue, but pressed without giving up. But Falka is in a defensive position and will not be able to take on Bergliff's onslaught.

Sudden pain of phantom limbs. The pain is not very strong, but the Bergglyph's movement stops for a moment like a sudden blow. In response to that gap, Falka turned around and took on an offensive posture. Angelin, who had jumped over the Bergryph, shook his sword from the top. Falca gives up attacking and flies sideways to dodge it. Berglyf stopped Angelin from chasing.

"Ange, don't pursue! Something is weird ..."

As far as Falca was, he was still swaying, but he felt his right arm, which had become a sword, moved. The blade remains sharply glowing black, but below it is creeping in an eerie movement, like a snake-like tentacle. Angeline looked disgusted.

"I feel sick ..." "Is erosion going on ...?"

Either way, you have to decide the game soon. The phantom pain has subsided, but I do not know when it will start again. Bergliff grabbed his sword and stepped forward with his daughter. Falca attacks his extended arm, wielding like a whip. Intense impact just touched the blade, numbing his hands.

Bergliff and Angelin looked at each other for a moment and nodded, splitting into left and right, sandwiching Falka and slashing at the same time. Falka caught Bergriff's sword with his right arm and evaded Angelin's blow with a piece of paper. Berggriff tried to pull the sword, but did not move. Falca's sword changed its shape even to the point of the blade and wrapped it around a large sword. The sword growls and shines, but the powers of the sacred sword and the evil sword seem to be in opposition and have no effect.

Immediately, Bergliff changed his great sword with one hand and gave his right hand to the hip sword. He has been a longtime friend on the journey, driven by Graham's sword. Grab it's handle and round it up from below. The sharply sharpened blade cut Falka's right arm from around his shoulder. Falca screams silently. Angelin was holding Falka and holding it away from Bergliff.

Bergliff flew back and shook his great sword. The wounded sword slid down to the ground and fluttered around like a landed fish. The great sword shone brightly and barked.

-Destroy!

I felt like hearing such a voice. The Bergryf, with all his power and magic, swung down his two swords into a depressing magic sword. Earth-sounding swords smashed the evil sword.

"--Huh ..."

Somehow I lose power. It feels like energy has been released from the whole body. Berglyph breathed greatly. The remnants of the evil sword melted in a buzzing sound, turning into black, sticky water. Make sure there is no movement anymore and put the sword in each sheath. Angelin came running and hugged her neck.

"I did it! Dad is amazing!" "No, thanks to Angers ... Thank you."

Bergliff smiled and stroked Angelin's head. Then I saw Falka lying on her back a short distance away.

"... He?" "I don't know. Did you faint or die ..."

Berggriff approached Falka and reached for his mouth. Breathing faintly. A lot of blood was flowing from the wound on the arm. Berglyph first tied his remaining arm tight with a string to stop the bleeding, and cut off a part of the cloak and wrapped it like a bandage. Angeline makes his eyes tickle.

"Do you want to help?" "I don't have a sword anymore. You don't have to kill it in vain. Or do you want to kill it?" "No. I hate killing people." "Yes. That's fine."

Graham's sword is also groaning. Surprisingly, Falka may not be at risk. Kassim ran there.

"Oh, are you okay?" "Ah, Kassim. Kassim is already up and a big fire ..." "Hey, I'm sorry. But this is because of Schweitz ... What happened to the rabbit?" "I was neutralized. It was a strong enemy, but ... thanks to Angers." "Kassim, what's Marie?" "Oh, I'm fine. I'm not used to my blood, so it's useless, hey ...

I saw Marguerite coming from Kasim. Behind them are Anessa, Miriam, Maitreya, and Sati with Benjamin. Bergliff relaxed his shoulders a bit.

"I'm glad ... I'm all safe." "Bell! That rabbit guy !?" "It was all right. Injury is okay, Marie."

Marguerite said so and handed her to the wrapped belly of the cloth. Bergliff looked at Satie. I have two crows that seem to be sleeping. He seems to have been able to catch it safely. I see Sati again. The appearance of the moonlight and flames is the same as a cheerful girl in memory. Sati was glad to see the Bergryph.

"Bell, you're getting stronger. I was surprised." "... I see. Is that so?"

Anessa and Miriam giggled. Bergliff scratches his head in trouble. Kasim twisted his beard with a funny face.

"I'm getting stronger, but don't you think?" "Kashm won't be able to get on when I praise him." "What's going on? Oh, what, it's not changed anymore ..."

Kassim laughed and put on his hat again. Somehow his eyes seemed moist. Angelin's mouth is slightly dissatisfied.

"I wish I had Percy-san ..." "Yeah. What's he doing?"

Marguerite agreed and nodded. Somehow the atmosphere seemed to be harmonious, but Bergliff shook his head.

"I want to talk slowly, but not yet. Let's do our best."

Kasim nods and strokes his beard.

"That's right. I guess what was the closest enemy at hand ... I don't think I've killed Schweitz." "What do you do, Dad?" I can't afford to leave it unchecked. Yeah, your Highness. "" Oh, oh ... but you're good? I'm back now ... I've heard that the impostor is a good politician. Even if I return to ... no one is pleased. "

Benjamin said with tears. Bergliff smiled and placed his hand on his shoulder.

"In these words, I'm convinced that you should come back, Your Highness. If you humble yourself, you can change as much as you want. You can correct your mistakes. If you know it's an effort, you can't be slow to start walking. "

Benjamin chewed his lips for a while, but then wiped his tears and nodded.

"Yes ... I promised you and your daughter. To be a good prince ... Oh, Angelin."

Angelin smiled and stroked Benjamin.

"Good boy. Huh ... then let's defeat the impostor!" "Well, there's nothing wrong with it. There's no good guy who sneak on the back with a good face. You, do your best, really! "

Benjamin smiled bitterly when Kasim beat him on his back.

The parsley forest is burning with a roaring noise. Every time the blue fire swayed, the shadow of my feet flickered. The heat seems to flow up here. Berggriff embraced Falka to walk away from the forest, but stopped with a strange sign. The great sword also growls as if angry. From the burning fire, a number of figures began to walk. Angelin frowned and drew his sword.

“That ’s…” “Death magic.

Maitreya says so and hides behind the Bergryph. Walking with a staggered gait is certainly like an undead.

"Let's come again, Noroi. You have to be careful." "Noroi ... that monster in that black robe?"

A monstrous monster monster. I wonder if the monster that appeared at the Imperial Capital was also due to the magic of false Benjamin. Berggryph was not good at piercing his opponent's weaknesses or phantom limb pain.

"Belle!"

Anessa shouted. Bergliff looks behind. The undead appeared from the sea behind and came to this place. It seems to be surrounded.

"Well done, you did it gorgeously."

I heard a voice. At a distance, Benjamin's counterfeit stood with François at a distance. There is an undead with armor on both sides and a maid without a neck. Angeline opened his eyes.

"That maid ..."

Fake Benjamin shrugged as if joking.

"You're too cruel, Angelin. The cute face is gone." "Which is cruel ...?" "I won't cut off my maid's neck.

Fake Benjamin raised his hand and moved his finger. A black figure came out from behind, twice as tall as a person. Bergriff's phantom right leg was small and painful. But when the big sword on his back groaned, the pain disappeared.

Bergliff lowers Falka to the ground and pulls out his great sword. The sword dazzled and groaned, and the approaching undead stopped as if flinching. Fake Benjamin frowns.

"The holy sword of" Paladin ". That's awkward." "... What are you plotting? What are your plans to take over the empire and do it?"

According to Berggriff, the false Benjamin laughed from the air.

"Well, I'll make people happy. You don't know what I did. Everybody says it's better than before." "But I heard that the gap has widened. Isn't he just fixing it up just to look at it? "

Anessa said angry. Fake Benjamin smirks.

"Everyone is afraid to dislike themselves. They just complain in any situation. They make a noise if they don't do anything, they make a noise if they don't do anything. "They are just useless to take care of." "Still, they are still the people of the Empire. Those who choose to save will be less for those who support themselves, and more for those who criticize them. I'm grateful for you ... at least, I don't think you're a politician because you're good, cut off the weak and use monsters and devils to say what you can see beyond that? " Peace, strong power silences others, whether a beast or a demon, it's just a weapon. It's just like your sword. It's like using it. " A weak heart, no matter how powerful "I can't escape from cheap. After all, I'll continue to seek power and it will eventually die. Isn't it really necessary to have the courage to reach out?" "It's idealism. Such a poor idea is not realistic." "Reality is not something that cannot be imposed by others. I think it is something that is created by those who have ideals. The reality that humans who have abandoned their ideals are visions ..."

Bergryf chewed his lips. At that time, when I abandoned my dreams and laughed at me as if I was excusing, this was reality. But now I've been able to fulfill my dream of reunion with my friends. The illusion of losing one leg and dying old without ever leaving Tornella was a vision.

I see my daughter standing next to her. That's the edge she brought. Angelin doesn't give up. Always in line with your dreams and ideals. Now I know that growing Angelin also brought me up.

Fake Benjamin shrugged.

"I don't seem to be able to get along with you ... what are you doing, can't you fight me with your ideals?" "No. I'm angry at you who tried to understand.

Fake Benjamin spewed out.

"If my daughter is a daughter, my parents are parents too ... Well, no way you can't kill me anyway."

When the fake Benjamin chanted something small, the undead began to move again. The monster in the black robe approaches as well. Marguerite stepped madly and ran quickly. The closest undead are returned in a blink of an eye.

"I'm not the only bell here! The filthy guy! I'll kill you!"

Anessa shoots an arrow. The arrow pierced the undead, exploded, and shattered. Miriam also calls for a thundercloud and drops lightning. The charred undead fell down. The undead at hand has been cleared, but the undead appear one after another over the wreckage. Anessa hit her tongue.

"It's a great number ... maybe the arrows are not enough." "Arne, don't shoot too much!

Miriam develops techniques one after another, scorching the undead. But there are so many undead that you can't keep up. That's an order of magnitude more than in the city of Bordeaux. Casim shouted.

"Milliy, avoid!"

A dagger cuts off Miriam's clothes, who immediately dodge. A neckless maid sewed through the undead. In addition, the undead wearing armor comes with a movement comparable to that of a living person. Marguerite hit his tongue.

"Is it fast or no cancer?" "Marguerite!"

Satie prevented Undead's sword from plunging from behind Marguerite. As Sati moves his arm as if swinging his sword, the undead was exaggerated and his neck jumped.

"Wow, bad" "Don't worry! Angers! I left the maid!" "Okay ...!"

Angelin moved against the headless maid and moved as far away from the rear guard as possible. Satie made a non-injurious move, and untied the undead one after another with an invisible sword. Even Noroi can easily blow off the armor sleeves. Anessa and Miriam were amazed.

"Wow, great ..." "Sati-san is still strong ..."

After cleaning up the nearby undead, Sati returned with a slightly tired face.

"Kashm, are you okay?" "Hey, I used too much magic to Schweiz.

Kasim says so and casts magic. However, it is poor jiri as it is. There are still many undead. The nauseous rotting odor also becomes increasingly spicy. It seems best to reduce the undead near the fake Benjamin and hit himself.

Bergliff raised his great sword. The brightness of the blade increases and the groans grow louder. When he swung down with force, a magical shock wave was emitted from the blade, and the undead approaching from the front disappeared. Benjamin peels his eyes.

"It's incompatible. What exactly is Hector doing ... François?"

Standing sideways with a suspicious face, François saluted with surprise.

"Ha", "I wonder if you will go", "But"

François looked back at false Benjamin with doubtful eyes.

"Can your Highness ... be real?" "... do you believe in the rebel's words? Do you believe in me?"

Fake Benjamin sighed, seeing François swimmering his gaze.

"I don't think you can come back right now"

He pressed François' chest with his finger. Then François's body was full of strange power. The view becomes clear, and strangely ferocious emotions spring up from the bottom of the belly. It's a choking feeling. François peeled and looked at the fake Benjamin.

"Well, what ..." "You, you're dead a long time. Look, come."

I can't resist the words of false Benjamin. François ran his sword in one hand. The smashed Berggryph with a surprised face.

"François! There is no reason to fight you!"

The great sword growls angry. The roar struck Francois.

"I'm ... I'm ..." "You can put in your sword! If you're hurt, Lee Zerotte will be sad!"

François kicked Bergberg with his bloodshot eyes. Bergliff pulls back and holds the sword again. François laughed with a pathetic face.

"After all! I've always been sick! I'm stupid! I just used it ...! How stupid!"

François thought his gear had gone mad since Angelin had prevented the Grand Duchy from taking over. But it didn't feel bad now. Rather, somewhere in my heart, I even thought that stopping at that time was going in the right direction. Nevertheless, he continued to hate Angelin on his own discretion and will. I thought that was the significance of existence. Otherwise, I felt like I was denied. I think he was afraid of becoming a new self.

But apparently he was dead long ago. Yes, the memories of being thrown into the river that night are ambiguous. What happened to the subordinates who should have been together? Why did you decide to be selected for the Crown Prince in the first place? It's full of suspicious things. And the witchcraft that I saw. Isn't that magic that didn't even seem suspicious? It felt like a combination of puzzle pieces.

The body doesn't seem to be yours. Regardless of intention, the sword is swung with a sword line like a master.

"Ku-oh!"

Bergliff strikes his sword. François is flipped back down. Bergliff watches François while breathing on his shoulders.

"François ... please" "Hahahahaha, I was just a clown ..."

The body also raised the sword, irrespective of consciousness. Francois desperately tries to hold it down. That made the movement somewhat awkward.

"Please, kill me ... I want to do the right thing at least for the end ..." "Ku ..."

Bergliff drew his sword, gave up trying to stop the false Benjamin, and fell back. The fatigue of fighting with Falca just now starts to fall. However, the number of undead has decreased considerably. It doesn't seem to endlessly spring up. Looking backwards, the faces of their fellows are tired, but they seem to be able to push them out.

Angelin, who seems to have defeated the neckless maid, took a big breath.

"Dad, are you okay?" "Oh, a little more."

Bergliff stared at the false Benjamin. When I wanted to help François somehow, I once again had a strange sign. Looking at it, a black lump jumped out of the surrounding undead and was gathering towards fake Benjamin. It merged into a huge shadow, and finally took the form of a human. Maitreya screams small.

"What's this noroy ... too big ..."

Casim shrugged silently.

"It's magical ... it takes a little time." "... Let's do it. I can't give up until the end."

Bergliff regains his sword. The sword shouted and shone. Fake Benjamin laughed.

"It's the end.

A giant Noroi stretched his body and raised his hands to cover it from above. Everyone was ready to come, but suddenly Noroi stopped moving. Then, if you think that it trembles, it breaks into two pieces from the middle, making a fuzzy sound and disappearing as a black fog. The Belglyphs, of course, were frightened by the false Benjamin.

"What? What, what happened?"

I heard a coughing voice. Someone is standing near Noroi, who has disappeared. Angeline shouted happily.

"Percy!" "Oh"

Percival waved, losing the bag. Toya and Morin stand behind. Sati smiled as if he was stunned.

"Mm ... I'm seeing more uncles again. Percy-kun looks fine!" "Ah ... oh ... Sati ?! You guys have already joined me, hey, hey!" , You're coming late! "

Kassim shouted with a laugh. Percival laughs at her.

"Bad. Well, I got rid of the" executor ", overlook it." "Nah ... Hector?

I saw Percyval as a fake Benjamin panicked. Percival frowned, looking at the fake Benjamin and turned his sword.

"Han, is Tamee a mastermind? Hey Hina-Toya. What kind of refrain does this guy need?" "Yes" "Okay.

Fake Benjamin makes her face squeak.

"Don't be playful ... how many more people are involved now!"

When he sang quickly, the crescent moon, which had been floating in the sky, came down while rotating and flew toward Percival. It's like a sharp knife. But instead of avoiding Percyval, he came out and cut through the crescents in a row.

"Nah ..." "Oh, what's going on? Don't you already have a hand?" "Don't playfully! Schweitz! Hey! Where! Help me!"

But there is no response. Percival has a generous expression, approaching step by step, cutting down the remaining undead. The Berglyphs have also come.

"It's not a joke ... Is it over here? ..."

Fake Benjamin laughed at his chest and placed his hand on his chest. Percival kicks the ground as if he was surprised.

"Would you like to escape!" "I should have done this from the beginning. Well, you are locked here forever!"

Fake Benjamin's appearance shook. But a sword pierced his chest.

"Ga- !?"

It was François, not Bergriff, Angelin, or Percyval. Fake Benjamin opened his eyes and spit blood from his mouth.

"Thanks ...!"

Fake Benjamin raises his arm with bloodshot eyes, but François clenches his teeth and twists his sword. The fake Benjamin finally fell on his back without swinging his arms, and at the end of the "kaha" sighed a small breath, stuck. François falls down next to it as if she were weak. Percival walks with a suspicious look.

"Hey, what's going on?" "François!"

Bergriff ran up and raised François. François smiled small with a pale face.

"Hah, he stopped manipulating me for a moment because he was upset ..." "Hey! I'm not hurt." "No, not because of the injury. Haha, he was a very good necromancer, no one noticed. "" No, you're not undead. "

Saty, who came early, said. Then he leaned down and gently placed his hand on François' head.

"Sleep. When I wake up I'm sure I'm awake from a nightmare."

François shouted to say something, but closed his eyes and let go. Bergliff gently lays down Francois.

"... Is it over?" "Yeah"

Satie said, holding a Bergliff's head. I come over my weight as if I was weak.

"Ah, something was gone ..."

I said so and succumbed to my nose.

"... Thank you, come for help. I'm so glad Belle is alive." "Oh ..."

Bergliff smiled gently and gently put his hand on Sati's head.

"I'm glad to see you again, Satie. It was painful. Thank you."

Satie closed his eyes tightly and spilled tears. Angelin embraces Sati and Bergliff together with an impressed face. Anessa, Miriam, and Marguerite are watching with tears. Toya and Morin also looked calm. Benjamin looked down and felt something. Kasim had a bowler hat on his face. She seems to be crying. Percival smiled with a wide smile while moistening his eyes.

Small devil "All members are together! I'm finally out of this bad place! Chibi, use transfer magic!" "Yes, yes.

Maitreya sharpened her mouth and cast the spell. Everyone sinks in the shadows. After a short pause, cool air wrapped them. Miriam shook.

"Hey, samui" "Oh, but it's already sunny" "Hey ... we've won! It's a toast!"

Angelin happily entered between Bergliff and Satie and hugged their arms. The rain, which seemed to have been falling for a long time, was rising, and the stars were shining in the night sky.