A barracks co-located in the royal castle.
Outside, the sound of a fierce sword trident was echoing.
A big man with a black coat on him kicks out hard on the ground.
The woman in white military uniform recieved the slaughter, which was waved down at that speed, with a broadsword about seventy centimetres across the blade.
"You don't need to add or subtract, Gadio!
"Don't spare me, Henrietto!
The great black sword is swept away.
Henriette jumps away quickly and sets up her sword.
"Well, then let me use it first!
Concentrating her consciousness, her heart pulses hard.
A lot of blood to be sent out.
I conceived the highest fever. When it reached my right hand, Henriette's palm burst into tears.
The fluid staining out of it stains the pattern, and draws a red line on a wide range of blades.
"Blood Snake Bite (Angus)!"
When she waves her sword, its sword tip trajectory stains the color of blood.
The blood released is bladed and flies towards Gadio.
"Ahhh!
Gadio swords away as he retreats and takes his distance.
The sword moves (arts) roll out are the Chi Sword Slash (plana shaker), and the blade of the plana collides with the Blood Snake Bite (Angus).
But - Henriette's release made him sword like a venomous snake.
"Chi no!
Gadio, tongue-beaten, says no with a sword that shook the looming blood blade down compactly.
A sword with an emphasis on speed and accuracy definitely captured Henriette's attack this time.
Blood snake bite (Angus) that loses its power, turns red and disappears.
On the other hand, she takes the sword slayer (plana shaker) directly from the front with a bloody broadsword and prevents it.
"Knight Swordsmanship (Cavalier Arts) - Long time ago, but still heavy (...)"
"Your genocidal rules (Genocide Arts) remain elusive."
General and the legendary adventurer.
Normally the two of us would never interact, but in fact, on several occasions, we had met face to face at the request of a giant monster crusade.
Even if it is a request, it is the country that sent it out.
I mean, Gadio was hired as a mercenary.
Of course, we worked together at the time to face the monster, but the two saw each other's swordsmanship and thought all the time.
I want to work with him/her someday.
And now it has come true.
"I'm not as blessed as you are, so I'll have to beat you with trouble."
Genocide rules (Genocide Arts) were originally born in a nation called the Empire, which was hostile to the Kingdom.
Blood is the source of power for man.
Whether you have strength or magic, people can't live without it.
In other words, the power to dwell in blood should outweigh plana and magic - that's how it was born this sword move.
Guide your will to the blood dripping on the blade and release it to prune your life.
In other words, moves for murder, hence the genocide rule (Genocide Arts).
"I often say wearing a physique (...) as if I were born to hold the sword"
But the activation of that move required blood.
Generally, a blood filled capsule, called a "blood cartridge", cannot be used unless it is set in the pattern.
If you wet the blade with blood, you can't use it, but every time you release a move, you're not giving blood.
However, there is no blood magazine (blood cartridge) in Henriette's sword.
Because - she can freely manipulate the flow of blood through her body.
It is even possible to temporarily accelerate the circulation of blood to raise the specs of the flesh so that Gadio can strengthen his physical abilities in the plana.
That's her “physique".
And while it is a woman's body, it is one of the reasons why she was stuck up to the general.
"Come on, let's go next, Gadio!
Henriette stuck her sword to the ground.
"Snake Bite (Cerpence)!"
And blood released from the tip of the sword dives into the ground and approaches Gadio.
But I can't see it.
When he raises the great sword high, he slaps it to the ground with all his might.
Gobba aah!
The ground is swept away and the latent snake bite (Cerpens) is dismissed together.
In addition, a storm involving rubble hit Henriette.
"That's just great, hero!
Henriette jumped out and dodged, saying it looked really fun.
Gadio doesn't feel bad either.
I can't honestly immerse myself just because the situation is a situation, but fighting the strong is always a heart-pounding thing.
If that is not the taking of life, even more so.
"I haven't meant it yet"
"Ha, isn't that great!
Henriette travels while keeping a constant distance from Gadio.
He, on the other hand, concentrates the plana on his legs, flies like an arrow and fleshes to Henriette.
Seeing it, she shoots countless blood snake bites (anguishes) as she swings her sword invisibly quickly.
Gadio is on the surface, not the line - he quickly waves a great sword at the cross, creating a shield by pouring a plana into its center.
Henriette's massacre rules to be overturned (Genocide Arts).
Closer to him, he slashes her leg with one letter across.
Then she jumped properly and tried to avoid the curves as she rotated behind her.
And at the same time as landing, blood flow accelerates, jumping into Gadio's pocket with enhanced leg strength.
"Speed sounds like I'm better up there!
"Gu!"
Henriette inferior in muscle strength but beats Gadio in agility.
To him, who lays up a sword to prevent, she set up a series of outrageous attacks.
In addition, he feels signs of something (...) nearer than the ground.
Fall back.
Immediately after, a needle of blood pops out of the ground.
"That's preconceived, Gadio!
"Wasn't it just one!
The needle still tracks Gadio's foot like a living organism.
"Ahhhhhh!
Goo-wow!
Gadio gives a temperamental roar and releases the plana.
A strong wind blows around, causing an impending snake bite (Cerpens).
"Ha, I didn't know I was just going to blow it up with temper!
It's only an emergency.
There is a lot of drain on the planner and it is not something that can be repeated that way.
But even then, a blow from genocide rules (Genocide Arts) should be avoided.
Because...
But let me tell you a second time.
"What?"
"This is also preconceived (...)"
Henriette smiles invincibly.
Then the ground snapped behind Gadio - from the ground, a thin blood needle popped out.
It hit his left calf directly,
"... then, third body!?
A sharp pain runs.
Gadio distorted his expression with remorse.
Now - use your left foot (...) It's gone (...).
Indeed, genocide rules (Genocide Arts) may be inferior in power to knight swordsmanship (Cavaliers Arts).
For a killer technique, it may be less lethal than justice enforcement (Justine Arts).
But if you can scratch your opponent once, you can seal the function of that area by the blood that has infiltrated your body.
That was the strength above all else.
"So it's time for me to seriously attack you"
Now I'm approaching from Henriette.
Spike first.
Gadio guards at the belly of the blade, but it's hard to judge the sharp thrust that goes on and on.
He continued to defend himself precisely, too, twitched and pushed - a blade of broadsword filled with blood blushing his shoulders.
Then from Gadio's left arm, he lost a lot of strength.
"I got it!
Henriette sticks out her sword toward her remaining right arm.
But there was an alarm in her, and the move is slightly over-action compared to what we've seen so far.
It was easy to identify.
Gadio turns away and turns his blade, letting go of the great sword and grabbing Henriette's arm.
She pulled as hard as she was, and where her posture had slightly collapsed, she definitely slapped a knee kick into her abdomen.
"Damn!?
"It was too soon to win."
If this was a real fight, Henriette wouldn't have shown any gaps or anything.
"It's fun so you can't help it......!
She sweated on her forehead and took a big, deep breath as she crawled on all fours.
Looks like it was a pretty tough blow.
But the expression is a smile.
Henriette immediately rises and grabs the sword and faces Gadio.
On the other hand, as he dragged his left half, he picked up the great sword that fell to the ground and stood and gazed in the same way.
And when the battle was about to resume - Henriette's gaze captured the girl standing behind Gadio.
And then there's the big man standing next to him.
"... you hellman, I told you not to go out there"
"What's wrong, Henriette, you're not coming?
"I'm not going to be able to go on any further, it would be a violation of discipline (...)"
"Discipline......?
Gadio looks back as he looks suspicious.
"Why is Flam here?"
"Ask one of our men and you'll see. That's why the settlement is carried over."
The Gadios were forbidden to make contact with the flam.
You may not be able to call it contact if you just want to tour the battle, but I'd like to rule out the possibility as Henriette, who just caused the scandal.
Henriette unlocks the power of the blood that remains in Gadio's body.
I don't know what else to do.
Gadio puts his sword in the sheath on his back and passes next to the flam and returns to the barracks.
The two eyes only meet for a moment, but they don't exchange words in particular.
But it seems that Flam felt something, and was following that back with his eyes until he was blind.
"Hellman, did I tell you not to take her outside?
Speaking up and glancing back forward, Henriette already had a grumpy face in front of her.
"... seemed bored"
"So there's the one to take him out!
When she roughed up her voice, Fram stretched her body.
It brings back memories of being licked blood.
Even if not as good as Otilier, Henriette is traumatic enough for Flam too.
"Uh... Fram Apricot"
"Hey, what is it?"
I have a consciousness that she has done all that too.
Henriette speaks to the frightened flam, seemingly at first.
"Why are you here? Because Hellman brought you here?
"He asked me if I was interested in the sword, so if I said yes, here I am..."
Once he was taken to Hellman's room, but realized that it was a different sword after that, he led us this far.
And for a while they were touring the battle between Henriette and Gadio.
"Um, the one with the blood flying, what was it?
"Now if you're explaining it -"
"... Genocide Rules (Genocide Arts)"
"Ji...?
Henriette holds her head to Hellman, who answers instead for some reason.
I had no choice, so she decided to just finish the explanation quickly.
"I mean swordsmanship with my own blood. Allows the blood to direct its own will and excites and obeys them who are dying from being drained out of their bodies"
"Blood… can you obey,"
"I'm talking about the senses, but I'm saying that's all you need strong will. All you have to do is instruct him to turn to the enemy."
Genocide rules are in place.
Although it's easy to say by mouth, it actually takes a year just to acquire the initial skills.
"Come on, I heard the explanation, you've had enough, haven't you? Hellman, send her to her room. And don't take him out on your own again."
"... ok"
Hellman is sober.
"Um, why shouldn't I get out of my room in the first place?
I thought it would be useless to ask, but I couldn't help but this time.
Fram, who watched Henriette fight, realized one possibility.
Her genocidal rules (Genocide Arts) apparently have the power to seal the functioning of the human body.
If we use that - or maybe we can seal Flam's memory, too.
An apparently hostile act of house arrest.
And the cloudy officers with their mouth claspering eyes.
Well, I don't have so dirty eyes about Henriette - but still, I can't trust her.
In response to Fram's inquiry, she answered at the end of her thought with a troubled face.
"Because it's dangerous."
"What is it?
"Wang Du was hit by an unprecedented disaster and is currently in the middle of reconstruction work. No matter what, security is getting worse. I don't know where any villains are lurking, so it's troublesome when they walk on their own"
"Aren't you guys more dangerous..."
She blames Henriette for being too straightforward.
"I'm really sorry about yesterday."
Henriette had to honestly bow her head and apologize.
"I'll be fine as long as I don't even see the blood. I'm telling Otilier to reflect, too, and I swear I won't let it happen again."
"What about a man called the Knights Commander?
"I'm sorry, but I'm not in a position to restrict my actions when it comes to Hugue. But while you're here, I'm pushing you never to come in again."
The response is sincere.
Even when they did lick the blood the first time, Henriette, who returned to sanity, had a look of sorry from the bottom of her heart.
If you don't even see Fram's blood, you're probably a decent person.
"If that's still not enough, let's drink the terms you can drink. So why don't you go back to your room for today?"
Nothing. Flam is not going back.
I have no recollection, and I have no choice but to stay here, even if the King's Capital throws me out of business.
But if you want me to drink the terms...
"So can I just ask you for one thing?
While understanding that Flam was a little impotent, he pushed the order to Henriette.
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Gali, Gali, Gali - I can hear you scraping something from the back of the room.
But the only thing I can see is the ink stuck to the entrance and exit with my ears perfectly.
She sharpened her senses and was exploring for any soldiers to approach.
And Milkit, who sleeps in the same room...
"Phew, phew..."
Out of breath, he was scraping the walls with a gully and a spoon.
Her hands were bright red, and the gripping pattern was crooked, but still she kept her hands moving indifferently.
GALI, GALI, GALI - We're drilling holes in the walls of the closet for the deserted room ahead.
A week passed after I received my first letter from Neigus.
It still seems difficult to get help from her when it comes to getting out of this building.
I mean, the two of you have to help Keraina out on your own and get out of here.
They discussed it day after day and worked out a plan to break out of prison.
First of all, there are no keys in the room with the mill kit and ink.
It was a mechanism that could only be opened from the outside, and that led to the alarm that "no guard would even be placed in front of the room”.
In fact, the two of us had no way to break through that key.
So what Milkit came up with was a proposal to drill a hole leading to the next room.
I disagreed that the ink was unscrupulous, but I would definitely not ask Milkit if he could.
Nothing, I'm not just brave enough to make my nose rough.
She was aware that there was a thin part of the wall here.
That's where she's currently trying to make a hole - in a dusty, closet.
There's dust, which means no one's stepped in for a long time.
Several times before now soldiers have come around the room unplugged, but not a single one has seen it that far.
I mean, if you're even careful with the sound, no one's going to notice Milkit's behavior.
"And a little... eh"
Ever since this morning, I've been clutching a dull spoon and immersed in the work.
My hands have been full of mame for nearly a week and my arms didn't move well due to muscle aches, but I whip my body when I tell them Flam is waiting ahead.
The holes that are about to be drilled are nothing short of their accomplishments.
It will still take some time to expand to the size people can go through, but penetration doesn't seem like such a distant future.
And the day after that - finally, the hole reached the next room.
The task of spreading it from there is so much easier compared to the task of digging ahead.
Further the next day, each girl became diameter enough to pass by, and finally the mill kit and ink reached the next room.
This dim, dusty room is probably used as a storeroom.
"You did it."
In that dim spot, the two gently hi-touch so as not to make a sound.
"Thanks to Mr. Ink"
"I didn't do anything."
"That's impossible. I couldn't do anything by myself."
Humble ink, but her role is also quite significant.
Of course I was a watchman with that excellent hearing, because I listened to the soldiers' footsteps and even let them make a simple map of this facility.
Thanks to Halom's cry, which I heard faintly, I could also find out where the Kerainas were.
Without the ink, the escape plan would have been thwarted early.
"Don't flatter me, because I'm ashamed. Well, it looks like there aren't any soldiers nearby yet... you want to give it a try?
"Yes, I'll try"
As the mill kit approaches the entrance and exit of the storage, make sure it has an internal key to relieve the chest.
And I slowly twisted to avoid making a noise - kacha, and unlocked it.
He swallows the saliva and his throat rises and falls.
With a tense, sweaty palm, open or grip repeatedly about two or three times, keep your hands on the door knob, and open the door.
"It's open...!
Upon confirmation that the door would move properly, the mill kit was immediately closed and locked.
"Pfft, now you've secured our escape route."
"First stage success, right?"
Confirming only what is necessary, the two go through the hole and back to their original room.
And I decided to sit on each of the lined beds and work out my future operations.
"The question is, how do we help the Kerainas get out of this facility, but..."
"It's upstairs, isn't it, here"
"Sounds like it. I know where the stairs are, and as soon as I get down there, there seems to be an exit, so as long as Keraina's there, I feel like we should move on."
Keraina's strength is unknown, but she's a former A-rank adventurer.
Though his arms are loose, he won't beat those soldiers there.
"How do we get the keys to Mr. Keraina's room..."
"The quickest thing is the pattern of hitting and snatching from behind"
"I don't have that power. And if you can take it away... you might not know which one is the key to the room."
"Oh, sure, they always make you say jarray when you unlock"
By the time I find the key to the right answer, I'm afraid I'll have a random time loss.
If you are late, it is also possible that another soldier who has detected the anomaly will come to the rescue.
"Hmm, so I guess that's it"
"Is that it?"
"It's mealtime, it's like unlocking the keys and watching the soldiers are in the room with you. I guess we should just forcibly rendezvous there."
"But we have soldiers in the room with us, and won't they call for help soon?
"You can leave that to Keraina. I can't move that way because we're hostages. And the only reason we're not free to get out is because the Kerainas are being held hostage. That's how they make it harder for them to escape."
"I see, as long as we don't have that smudge, Mr. Keraina won't have to hesitate."
"Soyuko and"
I mean, if only Milkit and ink could get to Keraina's room, the escape would be like a success.
Hope I see.
The look on their faces also brightens naturally.
"And then, if I can figure out with sound what the soldiers do at mealtime, I think I can get away with it right away"
"Then you'll see your husband again...!
"Milkit is always silly, don't you like Flam that much?
"Yes, I love it. Sh. Even Mr. Ink likes Mr. Eterna."
Innocent, even a mill kit that asks as if it were natural.
Then the face of the ink turns red as I look at it.
"Huh!? No, there isn't! I'm just being played by Eterna!
"Really? I think Eterna likes Mr. Ink, too."
"Why can't you just say it?
"You got your medicine."
Milkit said as he looked at the medicine wrapper placed on the table.
"Normally, I don't think I can send drugs. I'm sure Mr. Eterna asked me in, with all her heart to help Mr. Ink. Doesn't that mean you like Mr. Ink?
"It's... no, well, uh... even if Milkit doesn't tell you, I know, and... me too... quite... ha"
"You like it"
After being chased, the ink couldn't stand to bury his face in the pillow.
A mill kit that shivers your shoulders with your hands on your mouth when you see how it goes.
"That kind of nonsense is fine, let's make a plan..."
Ink spoke in a grumpy voice, pleading weakly.