Dungeon Defense (WN)

The mercenaries stagger. I assure you, even the beards of the Dwarves have fallen.

It would be nice if you completely lost your mind here, but it was too much to expect. The Dwarf-looking commander shouted. With a loud voice that makes the vein stand out at the neck.

“What are you going to do if you can't catch a girl! You guys, take the balls off him right now or kill him yourself! Or should I... khhh!? ”

I pulled out the dagger I had tucked into my thigh and threw it. The dagger was pinned to the head of the Dwarf commander. The dwarf fell over the crowd with his hands around his neck, covered by the bodies of his men.

I handled it a little unnecessarily noisy.

I glanced around with my eyes.

“Anybody still have something to say to me? ”

No one answered. I nodded briefly.

I moved without delay. Shock to Elite Soldiers was only effective for a short time. If I had more time, I'd wake up again soon and point the spear this way. The Dwarf troops on the front line were stunned to see me leave.

However, the shock hardened only part of the front line.

“Don't come any closer. Shields forward!”

“Aim hard and fire! ”

Just as the tide is rising again where the Rising Tide came out, my troops have been replenished endlessly, even as I've organized the troops. They changed their tactics about me and shot arrows at me, lowering their distance.

“ ……. ”

I used the corpse as a shield to stop the arrow from baptizing. Then, this time, the Elven Archers surrounded this side from all sides. He's trying to take out the blind and attack them all together.

“Take the shot!”

The elf's heavy voice erupts. The arrow reaches fifty feet at a time.

I threw the corpse away and swung the great sword. It was the heart that would kill the intensity of the arrow with a whirlwind. This method was not personally preferred because it consumed a lot of physical strength, but there was no other way.

─ Phew!

The artificial wind breaks the speed of the arrow. I flew through the gap to the front. The arrows twist in the wrong direction, plunging like a rain on the ground.

“Phew……! ”

When I thought I had overcome a crisis, my calves were filled with sharp pain. An arrow crossed my right calf. I almost fell off my balance. I ignored the pain and ran on.

“Phew.”

I got my breath back somehow.

That wasn't an accidental shot. I ordered the soldiers to fire in unison, and only the commander deliberately bounced off a slow bow. I predicted that I would break through the arrow and deliberately scooped it up. Whoever it was was was a cunning man.

I wanted to take care of the archers, but I ran out of time. If we get into the soldiers' gap, we won't be able to shoot arrows even if we're afraid of owing our allies. I ignored the archers and immediately entered the second rank.

“Don't force it, put a spear in it! ”

“Stab in sequence. Coordinate with your colleagues next door! ”

The infantry greeted me again.

─ Cough.

Every time I step on the ground with my right foot, I feel a rage. The pain was too much, so it was hard to keep my foot strong. The arrowhead must have been poisoned. I balanced my knees and thighs more temporarily than my calves, but I was literally transformed.

Come on, come on.

I had to go to my father as soon as possible.

“He's hurt his right foot! ”

You realize that this side is a little staggered, and the mercenaries are relentless. The way you deal with me has evolved more and more subtly. I should commend Helvetica for its meticulous selection and dispatch. Or should I look up to my father, who has complete control of this army?

― ― ― Father.

“Article 1 focuses on the right foot of the enemy! In the rear, in the back, in the front with me! ”

“Fire Support! Goddamn far-off bastards. Shoot your arrows on time! ”

My Great Sword has awakened its sword. At the next moment, the mercenaries were strangled. Blood gusts. Twelve mercenaries splatter their intestines all over the place, putting their mustaches in the dirt. I lifted my mouth.

“Hey, how do I stop that thing!? ”

“Stand back! Stand back! Cover! ”

I wanted to be loved by my father.

It wasn't just affection. I wanted something a little harder and a little deeper.

When you think of life as building a kind of architecture, there is only one building that can be built by one person. The tower is high and also straight. But essentially the tower is a house where no one can enter.

A grim memorial stone with no choice.

“Your platoon retreat! What are you gonna do? You broke all the bars! ”

“Commander! I can't hold on much longer! ”

Another arrow grazed my forearm. Blood splattered.

― ― ― But the story is different when two people are together.

I will be your pillar, and you will be my pillar. It's one door to the world. Even if we don't have room to stay in it.

Only then can I welcome something.

A kind of secret ally. We allow and reject things on our own terms. It penetrates the world and creates our own realm. Your beliefs are right. If your values are correct, you will be able to approve them right next to you.

It's okay to be recessive.

But nevertheless.

I wanted to be something he couldn't be.

“We've got a breach! ”

“Pursue! No, only pursue the archers! Break the line here and we're done! ”

This time, you stab the arrow where it hurts a little. Phew, I flew authentically into my left thigh and plunged it deep. I vomited without even knowing it.

Where did it go wrong?

Your father and I, we could have had that relationship.

Is it just a bad time that we met? If I had met each other a little earlier, if I had met my father when he had not yet committed the slaughter, would the relationship I had hoped for have been established?

Do you think he smiled at me?

Could I smile a little brighter?

………….

Suddenly, there was a plain in front of my eyes.

There were no more soldiers around me.

“ ……. ”

I wiped the blood off the edges of my eyes with the back of my hand. Then I could see far away. The archers surround me in circles from afar. I could see the drops of sweat flowing on their foreheads. I was nervous or my hands were shaking less when I pulled the bow.

I turned my gaze a little, and as if it were natural, my father stood there.

“Ha.”

A smile came out of my mouth.

I was going to pretend to laugh in my own way, but it didn't go as well as I thought. Rather, it was more like a mild groan. I've suffered too many injuries to get here. It was a common mistake.

But it's gonna be okay. Yeah, I'm fine.

I can burst right up to the end.

“You're completely shattered. What was that troublesome moron? ”

He looked at me with an expressionless gaze.

Obviously, it was a little awkward, like my father said. The maid's clothes I received from my father were torn apart. I dug through the phosphorus barrier and buried a lot of blood. That's why we couldn't introduce her as the Duke's Festival.

There you go.

Let's just pretend I'm me.

I mean, if it was daisy von custos, your dad would think -- in this situation, in this look, in this tone of voice, in this nuance,

“I tried so hard to meet my father. I can't believe you're pointing out that you're dressed like a virgin. Isn't your father's theory that the heart is more important than the appearance of a human being? ”

“Are you claiming your heart is more beautiful than your looks? ”

“But let me tell you the truth. ”

He laughed at the blood ceremony.

“That's the funniest joke I've heard in years. I've never seen a human in my life whose mind can't keep up with appearances like yours. Be thankful to the gods for their seemingly decent birth. ”

“Thank you for appreciating my appearance. That's what my father told me, so I almost became an avid believer even though I had never believed in God until now. ”

I turn my eyes slightly and look around again.

Neither did the Secretary of State Laura de Farnese nor Saint Jacqueline Longgwi. It was very unlikely that the two of them would leave him and go somewhere else. In other words, it was reasonable to infer that I had used some kind of means to keep it out of my sight.

Maybe he erased his witchcraft with invisibility magic. There was no one around, so it was clear I was planning to take a critical hit on me. Then the role of bait is not different, but Father...

His habit of playing a dangerous role remained. I wanted to complain a little, but that's why it's a full holiday. Here, I had to drop the pretense of not noticing anything.

“It's not me who should pray to the gods, it's you. No matter how great you are, it was a mistake to come before me. I have the possibility that one of my daggers will slit your throat. ”

“It really is. I made a big mistake... ”

My father nodded indifferently.

It was such a bold act. In his eyes, the feeling of remorse was strongly revealed and the feeling of reprimanding himself. It was so clear, it was hard to feel that it was a false emotion. Knowing and fooling was invented for my father.

“It's you and me. You don't need to have a lot of conversation with each other. ”

I set up the Great Sword immediately.

Suddenly, the tension pulls the air taut.

At a distance, the archers draw the demonstration as if they were shooting arrows right now. The only one who was born was my father. He looked at my face with his sad eyes without knowing where it was.

Do you think he feels responsible for the situation?

It was difficult. I was solely responsible for the assailant on this stage. He needed to stay a victim. Having a strange compassion at the last moment was also one of his bad habits.

Ha.

I couldn't die peacefully like this. Let's make sure we tie a knot.

“Well, I'm sure you're curious, but the Barvatos regime is unmatched. I live happily in a pigsty in the Republic. I got my limbs cut off, and I crawled all over the place. In particular, Republican soldiers loved having beautiful pets. ”

“ ……. ”

“The Barvatos regency was very cute. Father, have you ever heard of hogs groaning when they breed? It's worth listening to at least once. When the flesh was torn, the pigs cried. ”

I smiled a little.

He loved Barbato. He may have denied it, but it was the truth. After I died, I planned to leave my father to comfort and scold Barbatos. The play was already completed.

“ ……. ”

He didn't react.

No, rather than not reacting.

Instead, the color of sadness darkened in my eyes.

The laughter slowly disappeared from my mouth. What's going on here? You insulted Barbatos, so it was normal to show some anger. I wonder if my provocation was weak. No, I thought it was a pretty good acting....

“Daisy.”

It was then.

I was overwhelmed by an intolerable ominousness for a moment. The word "daisy" he just pronounced was made of sounds that had never been heard before. He never called me that way.

Like.

Like a father comforting his beloved daughter.

“It's okay now. ”

“ ……. ”

The ominosity became more intense. I couldn't understand what was okay. I just opened my eyes wide and looked at his lips. My gaze was forced to be fixed by something.

He opened his mouth.

“You don't have to pretend anymore. Daisy.”