Even Though I’m a Former Noble and a Single Mother, My Daughters Are Too Cute and Working as an Adventurer Isn’t Too Much of a Hassle

The giant that is about to fall is supported by his front leg, which steps on the rock and puts his strength into his own sword-shaking hand.

For the top dragons, few individuals have the ability to self-regenerate. Because it is a giant, but because it was born again with the instinct to put itself in battle, or when it is a dragon more than an ancient dragon, its crushing is not comparable to that of a general dragon located on the lower level.

Therefore, it is not so uncommon for a ground dragon located in the fifth largest battle dragon in the previous battle to have a fatal blow, or for an ancient dragon to be able to withstand self-regeneration.

However, self-regeneration is not an ecology but a form of old sorcery activated under the authorization of the operator. There's no point in taking a blow that could kill you in an instant.

And Shirley ripped the neck of the ancient dragon now. Not a single flash. Another desperate machete. It wasn't just important blood vessels that she turned down, it was a blow that tore her spine apart by a secondary vacuum wave caused by swinging out her sword.

Blood vessels and vertebrae, being cut off from these two is almost synonymous with being decapitated. No matter how ancient the dragon was, he had no choice but to perish while using self-regeneration rather than being an organism.

"This…… you have encountered a very rare individual"

But for some reason, the wounds engraved in a single letter across the neck have passed through regeneration and healing, blocking them at an unusual rate that can be called restoration.

To that sight, which I recognize somewhere, I had a feeling that Shirley's certainty would tell reason who the physical restoration was.

"Semi-Immortal Dragon… Another troublesome and unexpected encounter (encount)."

If that word refers to encountering a stronger demon than you would have assumed if you were going to crusade an understated demon, you could say that enough about this situation.

A life expectancy that is not comparable to that of a person is relatively often abnormal to the spirit. As a result, it is often a long-lived non-human race that becomes semiimmortal, but it is nevertheless truly rare to be semiimmortal in addition to a rare individual named Dragon more than Ancient Dragon.

And I can also understand the annoyance that ancient dragons with incomparable energy such as humans have restorative abilities.

If a person inflicts four fatal injuries, he will run out of energy and be unable to move, but if he is a top dragon with uninterrupted magic and vitality, he can restore it even after dozens of times as many fatal injuries as a person while conducting a full battle.

"Kukukuk, what's wrong? With such a frightened face '

Perceiving Shirley's instantly restored mood despite his mortal wounds, the ancient dragon spoke with a full voice of sadism.

"It seems a little quick, but the power of such a small hand, to me, is pointless -"

Shirley slashes the Ancient Dragon's neck before he even runs out again.

"You…………! I didn't expect to block my words once or twice......!

"I'm not going to go along with your boring story."

Without a glance at the ancient dragon, which restores the wound while blowing blood bubbles, Shirley takes her pocket watch out of her pocket to confirm time.

"I'm going to finish you off in the morning and have dinner with my daughter tomorrow. That's why I'm saving your life."

Shirley doesn't have dragons in her eyes. It's only a reminder of the material mining for my daughter's adult celebrations buried in the mine, such as the ancient dragon in front of her.

"What a disgusting person......! No one has slapped you so far in front of me...!!

And instead of touching the dragon's scales, the proclamation to treat itself like a match of things and defeat it quickly gave the prized dragon enough anger to be taken.

"That arrogance! That sucks! Precisely regret it in the afterlife!!

The wings of a dragon, which is too small to lift its giant, are home to the magic of buoyancy, he said.

The ancient dragon rises to the sky as it winds up sand and dust in a storm caused by winging four wings.

Why is the species Dragon called the strongest? That's a lot of potential magic, power, and endurance, but just like that, it's also important to be afraid of attack and endurance, and how easily you gain the advantage of position while maintaining a giant.

Apart from water dragons who fight in the water more than before, it is places that are not within the reach of the original people, such as ground dragons that run freely around the ground to winged dragons with the ability to fly that do not make them feel weighty, what happens if the monsters of the mound ambush the assault and repeat saturated attacks by braces.

What can a human being be able to travel only slightly on the surface to a dragon that brings him to the advantage of his position, even though he is overwhelmed by the force of vegetables?

…………

"What!?

That's why I can't hide my amazement that Shirley is at the same height as herself, Ancient Dragon.

I didn't use flying magic. Grabbed by the pattern and rising to the same gaze as the dragon, Shirley jumped on its back and profoundly pierced Rapier at the base of two pairs of wings without a hard scale.

"GOOOOOOOOOOO!!

The ancient dragon loses its wing function with the penetration it deserves to be called a burst sword, and falls into the rock nest in agony. But that's not the end of Shirley's offense.

Keep the stabbed sword intact and run over the giant with a new two-handed sword on hand. Four strikes to fall from the sky, etc., are aimed at a head clogged with brains, a common weakness of the semiimmortals.

Flying across his long neck, he tries to crush his brain by cleaving his skull from the back of his head, but his slaughter was suddenly inhibited by a barrier of light that unfolded in front of him.

"……… Mm."

It's somewhat different from what Asterios uses, but it's the same juxtaposition. It is not surprising that the dragons of the superior species use sorcery, but although the slaughter sandwiched the obstacle cut the line, tilting their heads diverted them from the sword muscle and did not lead to breaking the dragon's hard skull.

"Do you only protect your head"

The conjunction that continues to unfold to protect the cranium is one that thoroughly protects the steep point of the semiimmortal. Shirley, then, runs around the entire body of the falling ancient dragon in a wall-running guideline, carving deep cuts.

Shirley cleaves the scales harder than steel with a steel sword, and turns them down so fast that restoration can't chase down the tissues needed to maintain the biology that would be slashed from the outside, from important blood vessels to tendons that move the limbs.

"Ki, you......! I don't care. - '

At the end of the day, he slits his throat and blocks words three times. Less than ten seconds after the attack on the wing, the ancient dragon crashed into the nest while pulling the tail of his buddy's blood.

The bones were crushed by the impact of the giant falling from heaven, the feeling of the gut crushing coming from over his back, and a new sword appearing in an attempt to pursue him further, but pushed back into a wave of magic that swept from his entire body.

"Hmm."

Shirley looks surprised. The current serial slaughter inflicted more than a dozen fatal injuries on the ancient dragon, but it does not look like the magic that should be consumed by the restoration is consuming.

(No, is this rather recovering?

I feel signs that my magic will fill up rapidly in seconds and restore my health as well. It's weird how much this is.

What is called magic power recovers with resting or dedicated tools and medicines, but the ancient dragon in front of him continues to supply him with enormous amounts of magic power from his reduced side without the use of the three means of recovery known to Shirley.

"I see… is that your alien powers?"

Paranormal phenomenon that does not depend on witchcraft living in semiimmortals. It is unclear what reason this ancient dragon has for self-healing magic.

"Kuhahahahaha! Have you understood the despair before my alien powers, which provide unlimited magic over the terrain! Can you understand what that alien means for a semiimmortal?

The number of times a semi immortal is restored is proportional to the amount of energy such as magic power. It is infinitely close if you can continue to supply the magic, which can be finite in life, at no cost from an endlessly boiling vein of magic, and if you can protect your head over it, you are equal to the true immortal.

Shirley and I are not licking the ancient dragon in front of us. I did everything I could to prevent my skull from being cut at the moment I needed to break through the barrier.

It is a cowardly response for a dragon, but it is also the surest means to win this battle.

"This one can heal wounds and fatigue extensively, while you just accumulate fatigue. He wanted bullshit about knocking me down in the morning, but he can keep fighting until you can't move like this, and he can kill you too?

In fact, it's Shirley who loses if he keeps repeating his thousand hands. And this cunning dragon is trying to bring it into the situation.

"Plus I already know your magic! All the swords you're showing up with are caused by fantasy alchemy, right?

On top of that, the knowledge that has been superimposed over ancient times unraveled in her hands, little grasped even by the Adventurer Guild.

It is alchemy that creates another object in the same amount from an object, but the secret of it is to create a presence from nothing. Fantasy Alchemy is the end of an attempt to get close to the secret of magically degrading the original on hand (...).

Beyond being an object created from magic, if you leave the hand of the surgeon, it disappears without a trace in a few decades. Besides, as a swordsman, it is useful, but as an alchemy, it is unlikely to be used by anyone else branded worthless, who cannot reproduce a weapon or other weapon containing magic until it performs, but only a sticky weapon that does not hold any power.

Not to mention proof of this, Rapier, standing on the back of the ancient dragon, and the giant sword that carried Shirley to heavenly heights, have disappeared like Summer.

"If you don't see the original sword on hand, but it also has magic props derived from the space magic that stores the original -"

"I've been proud to say this since earlier."

The way you see and hear is to see the enemy's hand in front of you and how much you know about it.

Restoration of the flesh through an inexhaustible supply of magic would certainly be a threat. It is undeniable that it was at a disadvantage, with or without obstruction, to be exposed to the identity of witchcraft.

Still, Shirley's sword, which scratched the breath of the ancient dragon's blow and slit the entire body of the communist flute to block the word four times, shows no fear of the overwhelming disadvantage being poked at.

"Among adventurers, the flag of defeat is to learn more about yourself and your opponent's hand tag… it's called the death flag. Did you know?

A slaughter that can't even buy time to respond unless it's a junction that has been concentrated in part with all its might seldom cuts apart from the head of the ancient dragon.

Yes, even for a moment. Chop it up until your body can't move properly. Shirley had a clear view of what to slash (...), thanks to the fact that he spoke to me with a self-explicit appetite for information he hadn't even heard.

"…… there!

During the battle, the sharp fierceness I showed for the first time. With a curved sword in his hand, I wondered if he had slashed a space of nothing from a deeply lowered side-standing, and the body of an ancient dragon that had finished restoring its flesh… sucked up its magic inexhaustibly, and the body of an ancient dragon that did not know what fatigue was, leaning with grain fatigue.

"… Ki, you………! What the hell did you do?!

"You know that best."

As usual, in a rude tone, "The White Sword Ghost" told him as if nothing had happened.

"The connection between you and the Earth's pulse made by the power of the alien... has cut off the inexhaustible supply of magic. That's all."

The ancient dragon couldn't even give Shirley a blow, so she didn't realize it, but she's also half-indead and psychic.

All of his power dwelt in two colored eyes, pale and red. I will not forget, literally everything (...) was visible in her eyes from the day she left the prison where she continued to be tortured on instructions from someone she once loved.

Something that moves at a speed that cannot be captured by the naked eye.

that exist ahead of the shield.

There is no color or form such as concept, curse, or protection "force".

Even the future a few seconds away at the end.

However, two colored eyes that specialize only in seeing and have no other impact alone. That was her psychic powers.

"Ba, stupid!? Instead of shape, you could do such things as cut off my alien powers with a sword that doesn't even have an entity...!

"But whether there is an entity or not, it does not change what is there. So I practiced to cut it off… that's all"

Not having an open mouth blocked would be exactly the word that describes the mood of an ancient dragon today.

View all. That is no exception to the power of alien powers. And more than I can see, it proves it exists.

Then slaughter. Even if there is no physical "power", everything that is visible will be turned down. Sole is the blast that slashes only what you want when you "White Sword Ghost" Shirley, an outsider sword out of reason.

"Well... your pride of incapacity is gone. After that, let me slay him with my life."

Ancient dragons saw the shadow of the god in its trick of casually poking his cutting-edge.

Time goes back a little.

"No group leader?

Kyle and the others, who cleaned up the Bad Bonobo herd, lean their necks over the information Asterios told them after completing the incineration process of a mountainous body.

"Yes. If you're in such a large group, you should have a skilled individual with the ability to control a silver bag. Haven't you seen the three of you? It's a large individual covered in white hair."

Like Goblin Queen, the demons that live in groups are born with leaders to lead them when they grow in size, but it is also an anomaly that there is no leader in a large herd if the back is returned.

I have a bad feeling about this. When Asterios put his hand on his chin and roared, he removed a stone eyeball with crystal balls and wings from the luggage that had been loaded in the chariot.

"What's that?

"This is a far-sighted magic object that I originally brought to see Lord Shirley's battle from height, but the original use was reconnaissance. I thought I'd take a look at the mountains."

The stone eye flew to the mountain without making a sound. When Asterios whispered a short chant, the crystal ball reflected the sight of a stone eye.

"Wow! This is super convenient!

As a scout, Cood raises an exclamation. The sight of passing at an unlikely angle or height from a man's point of view was reflected, and if we looked down at the summit of the mountain from heavenly height, there was a battle spoken of in the Divine Age, its reproduction.

"…… Awesome."

I just run out of that one word.

A modern swordsman who fought a unilateral battle against a giant dragon. There is no one here who understands the full extent of the move and what can be done to fight and do damage like that.

Kyle gives an enviable look over the crystal. It wasn't far off that I admired her for heights. Those who set goals are adventurers who don't take dragons for granted.

"Hmm?... Hey, look at this!

Leia pokes her finger at the crystal ball. At the end of that finger was a silver bag, a white-haired monkey peeking into the battle between the sword ghost and the ancient dragon from afar.

"This is where the bad feeling comes in... I'm not sure why, but apparently it's more spared than during my surgery"

"Mr. Asterios, doesn't this magic prop convey the word over here or something like that?

Asterios shakes his bullhead left and right silently.

I don't know what Silver Bag thinks about being there. But Bad Bonobo in the mine is a group that was under the control of the Dragon.

It is inconceivable that the battle between the Lord and the outside enemy should be preceded by a move that is convenient to this one, no matter what you think.

I'd like to tell you somehow, but besides Asterios, it's likely too late to get to the top of the mountain now, I'll be totally hooked.

Kyle repeated his grit for a moment, eventually raising his face and telling him straight in Asterios' eyes.

"Mr. Asterios, I'd like to alter this magic trick to deliver this voice, but are you sure you're okay?

"Yeah, I don't mind... is it possible? It's quite difficult to modify the manipulation of magic props made by others."

"I've been studying the most about handling magic props lately. I can't be very sure I can..."

This is my first request to remember. An indelible regret born of a mere patrol.

"But I don't want to regret it later without doing anything because I don't think I can."

That was exactly what we should have called slaughter space.

The flash of a blade slaughtering all the living creatures that came in, the ancient dragon imprisoned in that storm gradually scatters its life while desperately protecting its head.

It was at the beginning that we tried to intercept with braces and nail fangs, but it is best to extend our life only slightly by shrinking to slaughter that increases in intensity over time.

The supply of magic is turned off, and the flesh, which repeats the restoration independently of this intent, relentlessly drains energy.

Exactly humiliation. Ancient dragons chuckled inside as they glanced at Shirley, who had accelerated beyond sight, saying that there must be no such thing as a proud dragon being unilaterally cornered by one short human being.

(But that's it too......! Shortly after you take a blow from behind, you will be stabbed to a stop by me......!

The ancient dragon was cunning around like a snake. Sensing signs of psychic interference with Bad Bonobo, the ancient dragon applied demon-resistant witchcraft and sign blocking witchcraft to Silver Bag, the head of the Immediate Monkey, causing him to refrain from the rock shadow.

(It's also humiliating to borrow the hands of such an inferior creature... better than defeat...!

Although that silver bag requires a long hint, it can activate Burnwall, an intermediate sorcery.

It is a wall of flames that looms to cover the entire nest. No matter how fast and swordsmanship you had beyond your intelligence, it's hard to imagine that you could just hit it straight and free, and even if you dealt with it, there would always be a gap.

Nor is the ancient dragon so busy as to miss that moment. If I chew him to pieces, he sharpens his mind as he chops his whole body up.

(Come on, you're still distracted by me. Almost there, the first blow to destroy you...!

At that moment when the silver bag chant was over and the wall of flames was about to be created -

"Mr. Shirley, behind you! Silver bag!

The voice of a young man stuffed with cut wings echoing on the battlefield. If I looked in the direction where my voice said something, a stone-eyed demon prop flying through the sky with its wings would be looking down at the Shirleys from the sky.

"Eh."

Shirley jumps heavily high on the scaffold with the body of an ancient dragon. A sword was thrown and pierced the silver bag's skull before falling in love with the likeness of the three moons floating in the night sky.

The ambush of the ancient dragon, which partly abandoned his pride and even operated the demons of his subordination, was indeed eaten away with dismay.

"Ki, you are AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

He opens his mouth wide to expose his anger to the stone eye for braces. But more ill than that, Shirley breaks the tendon of the ancient dragon's limbs and drops the firing mouth to the ground.

I wondered if my flesh would be restored and attacked immediately, and the blood flowing without stopping would not stay, and my whole body would not be able to help me.

The ancient dragon, which had suffered dozens of fatal injuries and had enormous magic powers like a lake, finally depleted its energy.

"Ah, yes......! Wow, I'm in the west... '

"Not interested"

Shirley breaks the dragon's neck by saying so. On five occasions, the ancient monster who had been blocked from speaking had thoughtlessness and anger, and the feeling of vanity had crossed over, sinking his consciousness into the darkness.

Cood then gives a surprised expression to Shirley, who greets the party with one hand, who climbed to the summit of the mountain willingly by confirming the death of the dragon.

"Why Tsuruhashi?

"There was something I wanted to mine a little. This is my destiny."

"Are Dragon Treasures Good?

"This time, attracting demons from the distributors will have contributed enough to the dragon hunt, and you may like it."

Oh, my God! and Shirley showers a huge amount of cold water in the cood, which is just delightful to say that her share has increased.

"Most of all, I can only take as much as I can get on the chariot back home."

"... don't remind me of anything I don't like."

Shirley walked up to Kyle without a glance at the coud heading to the mountain of treasures with a soggy look on her face.

"You were the one who informed me earlier about the existence of the silver bag, weren't you? In the meantime, let me thank you."

"Yes, no! Mr. Shirley could have done something on his own, or rather did something extra..."

"Yeah, I think so."

But Shirley denies Kyle's words while affirming them.

"There can never be a battle. No matter how many masters, no matter how many heroes, they can be eaten by big men. So your actions will never be in vain."

Shirley put her right hand in the center of her chest and told her with a smile so small that she thought it was an illusion.

"Thank you. This is how I survived."

"Yes, hey.....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Scratch your head like it's terribly illuminating. As he waved his hands with the walnut in suspicion of behavior, Kyle ran away to Cood, who was fishing for his treasure with a serious look.

"Take your time because I'm going to fish for treasure too!

Somehow grammar drops off Kyle screaming ridiculous things, and Shirley tilts her neck.

"... what was it?

"……… Hmm. Mr. Shirley's pretty blunt."

"Blunt? What do you mean? Is there something wrong with my movements?

"No, that's not why... well, if you haven't noticed, no"

Leia stretches out her spine gleefully and sees a mountain of treasure.

"Well. It's time for Atashi to find the stone he's looking for."

"...... I got quite a rampage in my nest, so I have scattered gemstones, are you okay?

"I'm fine. Atashi, you can use search magic for times like this."

That's what I'm saying, but I never try to move the spot, Leia. I told him I was bored.

"You know, thanks. I want you to go out with my family."

"It's nothing to be thanked for. Sometimes the destination and the benefits just match… Your favor is only for the sake of things"

"Still, I don't think you could have driven a tank, exorcised a dragon, or found a family heirloom like this because Shirley was there."

Leia looked up at Shirley with her bright golden eyes everywhere, smiling with a full face that was likely to be likened to the sun.

"So thank you so much! Good to see you and Mr. Shirley!

…………

That's all I'm saying. Leia piercing at the two treasure fishing boys. Shirley unexpectedly looked silently at the sight of Kyle's face and elbow in the dovetail, which had quickly quarreled with Cood and was so peaceful that she did not think there had been a tragic killing until earlier.

"How did you do, Lord Shirley?"

"No, it was a little fresh."

"Hmm? Was it something you thought was fresh that you continued to be an adventurer for ten years?

"Until now, I had no interest in the history of the request or the client because I had hoped that I could make money for my daughter. So this is the first time they've ever thanked me face to face."

"That's what it is"

Asterios laughed with a heartfelt pleasure.