Fake Holy Sword Story ～I Was Taken Along When I Sold My Childhood Friend～

The task of the Inquisitions is to eliminate the heretics.

Heretics refer to those who worship religions other than angelism or who do harm to angelism.

Exclusion means taking a life, or torture or retributing to angelism.

Therefore, they have the aspect of assassin pro.

Move quietly and commit killings and abductions so that no one can leave you.

Each of them had the power to do so.

Such a task is still cruel, and many people with conscience can't stand it.

But those who are elected Inquisitions are among the elites among the elite.

The most important thing is the absolute religion in the religion of Angelism, although the skill is of course the physical ability.

As long as their religions are not loose, they can solemnly commit their cruelty and will not betray or flee.

Such assassins, who could be called machines, attacked Alistair.

"(Higi aa aa aa aa aa aa ah !?)"

Of course, such a cold, purely murdered civilian (although the inside deviates) was screaming inside.

Shu! A dangerous knife that shines in the dusk.

The Inquisitor was good at handling knives so that the slip was barely visible to a De-Amateur alister.

It means that you have been used to performing assassinations.

Alistair died before she knew it.

"Oops"

I never did.

No longer did he extract the holy sword in a lean movement like a warrior in a hundred battles, and he met the knife.

Guin! A high-pitched metal sounded and the Inquisitor's movement was stopped, and Alistair's eyes were finally caught.

Yes, this body is not the only thing that Alister moves.

The holy sword has accumulated the experience of escaping from a fierce battle hundreds of years ago.

Hence, Alistair can fight most beings without any consideration of the post-combat hell muscle pain.

"Wow ..."

And Elizabeth, who was looking at his back, misunderstands that Alistair is strong again.

In this way, the number of victims of Alistair increases.

"(Hey! Fight as much as possible of my aftereffects! Of course, don't hurt me! You can kill enemies separately.)"

"No, I won't kill you"

It's an Alistair-like word that doesn't matter except you.

However, holy swords that are kind to others, of course, do not actively try to kill them.

Even if we were seriously killed.

Alistair seems to cut off.

"Hah !?"

"Gua !?"

However, even with the elites who attacked with full of murderous intent, the holy sword had enough power and experience to be neutralized without killing.

He parrys the attacks of the Inquisitions who are aiming at the crucial points such as the neck and eyes, turns around and avoids, and hits the counter counterattack.

If you cut it with the blade, it is easy to cut off the human being with the sharpness of the holy sword, so hit it hard with a bladeless person.

Normally, it is one of the hands to neutralize with trained fists and legs, but if you do it with an aristor's body that is not well trained, damage will accumulate in the alistister's body even if it can be neutralized I use my sword as much as possible.

Alistair smiles on this.

"... The elite Inquisitions have no hands or feet. It's like an adult and a child."

The Inquisition leader mutters looking at the scene.

The ability to kill the subjects in a flowing manner, taking them into a bead, and disabling them without any damage indicated that there was too much difference.

Moreover, it is easier to kill, but takes the time to stun.

In other words, there is a difference in ability so that you can take such time.

"Kah, huh ...!"

The last one is fainted into the sculpture by digging the head. I relaxed from my whole body and fell to the ground.

"Foo (Trouble, magic sword)"

"Yup. That's fine, but ... something great "

Alistair exhales with the Holy Sword sheathed.

Inquisitions falling around him.

Elizabeth watching the battle sparkles his eyes.

"Wow! Wow, that's Alistair! You were so strong !?"

"Haha ... (Everything was done by a magic sword)"

Alistair smiles at Elizabeth, approaching with a happy laugh.

He even thought he was a plague god.

However, today was a time when Alistair was distracted, saying that it wasn't a big deal.

"Not yet! !

"(Yes!?)"

Alistister tries to welcome Elizabeth (reluctant), but suddenly moves her body and rounds her eyes.

It turned quickly enough to turn his eyes around ...

"Wow !?"

The arm that was trying to pull out the sacred sword from the sheath was cut sharply.

Red blood splatters in the evening.

"(Hyuge yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah !?)

Alister immediately senses pain and heat, and screams.

Still, the acting ability that does not appear is just a word.

Furthermore, a bad blade approaches.

Alistair in pain is unknowable, but the Holy Sword covers it.

He manipulated his body and lowered it back to avoid the attack.

"Kuh ...!"

"Alistair, are you okay?"

"(Isn't it okay! This is bloody !?)"

A fool Alistair feels angry at the child who runs up worried.

Hold your injured arm with your hand and blood will spill out between your fingers.

"(Hey! It hurts, it hurts ...! It's something crazy !?)"

"You're incoherent ..."

"(Duh! That's a serious injury, isn't this !?)"

Exaggerated ... I couldn't even say the holy sword.

As Alister said, it was certainly not a minor injury.

Blood is pouring out and intense pain comes.

In particular, Alistair who is not intolerant to pain is likely to cry out loud.

"(That's why I can't deal with it !? Are you incompetent ?! If you're going to rush into your face, don't make me hurt at least!)"

"I'm sorry. But something is wrong ... "

"(What's funny is your head! ... Oh, don't you have a head?)"

If normal, the holy sword should be able to respond to any attack.

In fact, they have rarely ever responded and injured Alistair.

But this time it was different. Until it was just barely possible, it could not be detected.

"Well, the brave man is. I'm going to notice my attack even though it's on the verge ...

"……Where are you?"

Alistair looks around with an expression of anger.

I'm going to retaliate.

However, there were no Inquisitions speaking around.

"I'm hiding myself with my dark magic. It seems like it's just too bad to fight you from the front."

Dark magic is magic located at the opposite end of light magic.

The Inquisitor's leader uses a magic called [Maryani], which can disguise himself in the dark night in dark magic.

The drawback is that it can only be used in dark evenings and nights, but it is a very good magic that can hide itself.

However, just being invisible is enough for an alister, but anyone with more experience and power than a sacred sword can do anything.

But what I couldn't do ...

"Can this magic, not just its form, breathing, hostility, and footsteps be erased ...?!"

First, if you can't catch it with your eyes, try to catch it with your ears.

Footsteps, breathing, heart sounds ... there are certainly a few, but only a few, that can identify the enemy's whereabouts.

If that doesn't work, look for a place with intentions such as hostility or murder.

This is also very rarely possible.

Holy swords are the rare entities that correspond to them, but the magic of [Maryani] hides them and erases them.

"This is ... troublesome"

"(Oops! I'll do something!)"

There is a slashing wind.

If the holy sword cuts the sword quickly, Gin! A strong metal sound is heard.

He can't tell you the enemy, but he's been here with clear murder.

In addition, the sound of slashing the wind sounds over and over again, and the bad blade approaches Alistair's key point.

Alistair, who continues to be attacked by the invisible, is no longer half crying.

The holy sword, however, took advantage of that experience to prevent everything, so there was no damage except the painful first shot.

Still, it was impossible to fight back.

"Hah!"

Manipulate Alistair's body and swing his sword sideways.

The Inquisition must have largely retreated. If you're hitting that much, you'll be tired.

"(Ugogo ......... it really hurts! How can we do this ?!)"

Potapota and blood drool on the ground.

Alistair was at the limit.

"Hey! Come out here!"

At that time, Elizabeth came to Alistair.

She tells her with a serious look and presents her broken arm.

"Oh, go down because it's dangerous.

"Good!"

"(Hi ...")

If you are thinking about what is wrong with your mind, Alistair is Elizabeth's strong expression and tone, and his arm is quietly presented. I'm sorry.

Elizabeth squinted, looking at her outstretched arm, and put her little hand on it.

Then ...

"Oh ..."

Unusually, Alistair gave a breath of exclamation.

For the warm light spilled out of Elizabeth's tiny palm, and when it hit his injured arm, the wound closed in an instant.

In a short time, the wound was completely healed and the pain was fine.

"... Is it unlikely that there will be any aftereffects?"

"Oh, oh"

Alistair turns his arm when asked by Elizabeth.

There seems to be no abnormality.

"Elizabeth, now ..."

"... that's why I'm celebrated as a saint. I can use recovery magic."

"(Used for the first time ...)"

In Elizabeth's words, Alistair was still a waste.