Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

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Three days after Princess Aurelia's edict, Falsa and Zenobia were walking in a forest northwest of the royal capital. This forest is regularly eradicated with monsters, and rarely monsters appear in the shallow areas where they are now. For that reason, although it is something that can be acted a little easier under normal circumstances, both Falsa and Zenobia went silently. It's not because you're always on guard, but there's almost no conversation between them for three days, including on the move.

"Would you please wait for a moment?"

Falsa finds out something and calls out to Zenobia in front of him.

"... What, I don't have the time to get to your wasteful talk?"

Zenobia looks back in a bashful manner, wrinkling between her eyebrows, but still seems to react. During the past three days, Farsa has been working hard to minimize conversations with Zenobia, and at best she had confirmed the next sunrise time when she stayed on the road. Princess Aurelia was given a schedule in advance, and they acted while watching each other. Probably the result of Princess Aurelia's witty anticipation of this situation, but it was also good for Farsa. Once it's decided to work with Zenobia, Falsa's thoughts on how to get the job done smoothly will give the impression that you're the only person who talks except when there's an errand. I was doing it. There are a number of reasons why you may not want to have a conversation, but Farsa thinks that it is the worst thing to be ignored when you need it, and Zenovia has no choice but to be sure The response is back, so the strategy is a success.

"The new claw marks on the trunk of this tree are the markings that indicate the territory of Owlbear in terms of height and size. It is a monster that was not originally in such a shallow forest."

"... I'm very detailed."

Zenobia looks surprising, but basically this knowledge is only known to hunters and other foresters. That's why I'm surprised at what Falsa says.

"Well, I'm all over the ecology of the monsters. It's probably reasonable to think that the stronger monsters have taken over the territory and have reluctantly moved .... It looks like you are in trouble, too. "

So when Farsa speaks and looks around, monsters about three or four meters high begin to appear all around. At first glance, the face looks like an owl, but the physique is the bear itself, approaching Farsa and Xenobia with drooling. Four from the front and six from the back enclose the two, just as if they couldn't escape the fine prey they found after a long absence.

"For the time being, I'm facing the back, you asked the front."

"Oh, hey, you're a wizard. What are you going to do with your weapons?"

Farsa holds the wand in her hand and faces the rear Aurbears, while Zenobia holds a sword in a confused state. Given the general, rather than general, sense of Zenobia, the action of the wizard, Falsa, may be out of the ordinary. This is true for many wizards, but basically it takes a certain amount of time to cast magical power to cast it. In the meantime, there are many gaps, so when a magician who specializes in magic elaborates the magic power, the presence of a fellow who attracts enemies as an avant-garde is important. In the Valois kingdom, the tactics are based on the fact that when facing powerful demons and demons, the knights stand on the front and the mages cast magic from behind.

"I don't seem to have the time to talk wastefully."

"That's going to be a return!"

Responding to the words from Zenobia earlier, Farsa jumped into the Owlbear herd, and Zenobia ran to the other side. Either way, there is no other strategy that can be taken as long as it is enclosed, either against both the front and back at once or exterminating one instantly. Although Zenobia was confused, he would have thought that he could only do the other side once Farsa had already moved.

"Hey! Haha ... That's it!"

Zenobia slashed the Owlbears one after another with a flowing sword, and took less than four seconds to capture all four Owlbears. At just 13 years old, Knight Zenobia, appointed to the Knights of the White Lily, is as renowned as Falsa. Despite being a Marquis daughter, he had a sword since childhood and continued to grow in his talent. In particular, his passion for swords in the last few years has been devastating, and he had the ability to be recognized as a special case in the knights, which would normally be able to join from the age of fifteen.

"Hey, you! Go down quickly ...!"

Zenobia turned around and called out to Falsa in an attempt to confront Aurbea in the rear, but lost sight of the scene unfolding in front of him. When Zenobia looked down, who had defeated the fourth Aurvea, the wizard, Farsa, was cutting off his head. When Aurvea's large body crashes and shatters, silence comes in the woods.

"Oh, that's such an idiot! What did you do?"

It's no wonder Zenobia roars and asks Farsa. There are six corpses of Aurvea, whose heads have been cut off in the same way around Falsa, lined up at the same time as Zenobia.

"What is this ... this cane is a sword, it's a eastern-origin item and it's hard to clean, but it's very convenient.

"That!"

Zenobia lost his voice to Farsa, who answered the misplacement, and was unable to carry on with the two phrases. Falsa's mouth wasn't terrible at all, he just did something natural, and seemed to not even touch the teeth, such as Owlbear, as he misunderstood whether he was interested in a very rare sword. . The opponent is a wizard, and Zenobia himself is a knight and specializes in swords. Looking only at the current results of the weapons battle, the knight Zenobia is losing to the magician Farsa. Zenobia, who has been singing as a genius of swords since childhood, is inferior to just a wizard, Farsa. Naturally, that would be unbearable humiliation for Zenobia.

"Hey, you! Did you say the name Falsa?"

"Oh, yeah, that's right."

Falsa is surprised to hear her name suddenly and replies with a stupid voice. During the last three days, Zenobia had never asked anything and had been called you even in minimal conversations.

"The knight Zenobia de Cuteciphon applies for a duel with the mage Falsa!"

"What?

Zenobia took off her white gloves on her left hand, held it in her right hand and threw it at Farsa's feet. What was the child thinking of, Falsa could not understand Zenobia's inner heart. The place where they are now is in the forest where the demons live, and they are coming to investigate under Princess Aurelia's edict. It is clear that Zenobia has lost his calmness, not if he is dueling, even if he is wrong. Farsa picks up gloves, thinking that he should not be stained with Aurbea's blood anyway, but he suffers because he was not so interested in human customs. The duel of the aristocracy is tossed by throwing the left hand glove, and it means that the opponent picks it up.

"Hmm, you seem to be confident that you can pick it up without hesitation. Hold your weapon!"

"Eh, yeah !?"

Perhaps it was too late when Falsa thought that this had failed, and Zenobia was holding his sword with a stout expression. There are no other signs around so far as farsa is aware. Farsa thinks that it is more efficient to end the duel here than to solve the misunderstanding, and begins to prepare the sword in the same way. Do what you don't have to do, do it quickly. Farsah decided that he would never hear this type of fight, based on his experience of performing duels many times against demons, but only according to his creed, Not a human, but a 13-year-old girl who is mentally immature.

"let's go!"

After confirming that Falsa had a weapon, Zenobia shouted out loudly, then reduced the distance. Although it was a very chivalry action, it was not necessary for Farsa. When he was beaten in close combat by the Demon King, he was told that he was always ready to stay on the battlefield, that is, on the battlefield. For this reason, Falsa usually keeps vigilant so that he can cope with any attacks, whether reading or eating. That is why it is easy to parry, such as the lawful Zenobia attack. Farsa swords his sword like killing momentum with his sword's belly, and when he rolls his back on the spot with Zenobia's feet, he puts his sword in front of his opponent's throat without a break and declares victory. .

"Yes, this is my win. Let's continue the investigation soon."

Falsa offered his hand to Zenobia, but his right hand was snapped.

“………………………… Do n’t be ridiculous, don't be ridiculous, do n’t be ridiculous! Why, why, why, why!

Zenobia mumbles as he stands up vigorously, and finally runs off the scene, crying and shouting in tears. Farsa could only surprisingly look silently at Zenobia, leaving the sword, the life of the knight, and heading deep into the forest without weapons.

"Huh ... I guess I'd be responsible if anything happened."

With a deep sigh, Fartha begins to chase with a Zenobia sword. Farsa, who had seen Zenobia's tears, which had been bullish until now, was astounding without knowing how fast she was running, perhaps because she had a feeling of frustration that she could not explain. Falsa runs through the woods, remembering what she knows about Zenobia, for sure she was just as old. It is a rare thought for Farsa who is not interested in humans, but he did not realize that.