Corporate Slave Hero Says He’s Quitting His Job

"Adele, I got this one."

"... you okay?

"You don't seem to lose to your men. The Demon King isn't in charge."

"- Okay."

Isbell leaves me little by little, staring at Phantom.

"We're changing places."

"Oh, no, are you okay? Stay away from your people."

"I'm good enough for you now."

"You say it! Ok. Let me remind you of your sweetness."

They exhale and run into the woods at the same time.

Isbell would be fine.

I haven't taken a lighter look at my men's existence even then, and I'm sure you understand what kind of personality they are.

"You look worried, if you're worried about someone else too?

"-"

Suddenly, the sword swung straight down, I recieve it in the X-Dark.

Irela has instantly returned her sword, snapping it away from the poke, cutting it up and launching an attack in a row.

They can all react.

But in the field of swordsmanship, she was better than me.

Now I'm just being helped by X-Dark's performance.

If this were a normal sword, it would have been broken some time ago.

"That sword looks like a very good business."

"Once and for all...... ugh!

Push each other away from each other.

In swordsmanship, there is only such a degree of superiority and self-interest as advantages, if any.

Most importantly, technology.

Originally, swordsmanship in this world was created for humans to confront superior species such as demons.

A good swordsman performs well enough not to lose as long as he puts his opponent in time.

"You fought me at close range and hardly ever met anyone who lived this far...... you get a little depressed when you meet me this way"

"... you won't be discouraged. If it wasn't for this sword, they would have done it."

"It's natural for swordsmen to handle better swords. Because I consider it your strength, including the sword."

She's so serious I don't think she's Phantom's man.

Straight ahead, I guess I've been working out my moves.

No enemy has ever been more troublesome in terms of fighting from the front.

Lord, I've been wearing it for a long time.

"I think I'm always excited about it."

"That's another expensive one! The only way you can fight a strong swordsman is if you use it as a sword.

"You know what..."

I'm not sure of my values as a sword, but above all if Xdark's own tension is rising.

I appreciate your motivation, even for me.

"Then I need your support."

'Leave it to me!

I'll set up X-Dark and kick the ground.

At the same time as being fleshy, he slammed his upright sword into the frustration.

"Sweet!"

It was an ex-dark I slapped with the intention of crushing every sword, but it is lightly flushed by the ira.

When this was vividly flushed, instead of crushing it, it could not even cause the blade to spill.

But that's it.

Reinforce it as it is recirculated and slap it to the ground before the relay turns to counterattack.

The ground blew up with the roar, and the sand dust danced through the universe.

"Become!"

If it's tough from the front, it's until you do the small work.

I've fought as a brave man for years, and it's a winning technique I've worn.

"XDark!"

"I get it!

The blade of Xdark crumbles a little.

Instead of losing things in this state, you don't have to kill the subject.

And then if you get confused by the sand and dust, and beat it to the rela...

- I'm sorry.

"Huh!?"

Along with the tall metal noise, Xdark was dancing through the universe.

The hand I had is a little paralyzed and I become aware that I was played with a sword.

"It's a good place to fall short of expectations."

The Irela sword that was sticking out of the dust shifts and my head sounds the alarm.

He kicked the ground a little and jumped back, but the next moment he felt the heat burning in his chest.

"... surprised"

I rebuilt my system, and I watched the blood spill from my chest.

Never deep, but not even shallow enough to recognize it firmly as a pain.

I can't believe it's easy to scratch my body, which was rarely scratched except in the fight against the Demon King.

There will be parts of me that are pretty much all over myself...

"I thought I could remember the fever of a battle I haven't felt in a long time while being a person...... this seemed like a waste of time"

"I can tell you... I don't think it's over yet"

"No, your strength has been plotted. It's a waste of time if you do any more."

The concentration of the frustration, and the magic, increases more than ever before.

I didn't know you still hid so much strength - I'm a little shocked as a brave man.

Or why didn't it fit when we attacked Demon King Castle?

"... XDark"

I lay my hands on the universe.

Then Xdark, who was blowing up, drew an arc and delivered it to my hand.

"Don't let me go next time, Lord."

"Oh, I'll never let you go again"

"Oh ho! That's what I'm talking about!

I can't even afford to put a scratch in Exdark right now.

This sophisticated sign, if you suck at it, you'll get your throat scratched.

It is established that we cannot move for the time being, even though we will not die.

Needless to say, we cannot protect Isbell.

"Sorry, I was underestimating you. I mean it a little bit too."

I stand aside to hide X-Dark with my body.

If you're not willing to kill me, you're not the one who can win.

You knew that, but I'm a fool.

"... sounds like you're having a little fun"

Irela drops her hips and points her sword tip at me.

Probably a poking stand.

I can easily imagine even my sturdy body getting pierced.

"Demonic Swordsmanship/Poking Steps -"

"Flying Sword -"

Kicking the ground, the relay comes straight ahead.

By contrast, I waved Xdark at the same time as I stepped in.

"- Toothdragon!

"- Living together!"

Force and force collide, and shockwaves run around.

The trees around him swayed, and the leaves danced through the universe.

And there's a crushing sound of a blade.

"... I see. Was it me who missed expectations?"

He smashed his sword before the tip of the sword reached me (...) Irela collapses off her knees on the spot.

I turned my back on her when I put X-Dark in the sheath, who had not spilled one blade.

"I'll let you go."

"Can I ask you one thing?"

I looked back at the words.

Irela stares me straight in the eye and asks.

"What's your... first name?

- It's Adele.

"Adele... I see... you can't win on the street"

That's what I left out, and Irela fell in like a thread cut off.

Apparently, he passed out.

"... do you want to go to Isbell"

I gently made her lean against the tree and then ran out toward the Isbells.