Ihoujin, Dungeon ni Moguru

[15]

How many times have you ever sworded? Sometimes I'm worried.

What I'm saying, I don't have the sword talent. The reason he began to hold his sword stole the master's experience due to the miracle of the contracted God.

Take over the soul.

That sounds good, but it's just a penny.

That's why I was concerned with numbers.

For me, without talent, the number of sword swings is proof of my progress.

I pretended until dawn without knowing anyone.

He died alone in the dungeon and killed monsters without telling anyone.

I saw and remembered various battles of various swordsmen.

I don't know if I got it.

If it becomes a battle, such a hesitation will come later. Swing your sword as you wish, as your body moves. So I managed to survive to this day.

I do not know if it is the power of borrowing or the result of efforts.

But for some reason, I'm thinking ahead of my enemy.

The enemy wants a place to die. They abandon their lives. The victory is decided before fighting.

How about me

I am prepared to die. But now he does not die. There are still those who take him to hell.

So will my sword work reach this enemy?

No, I understand.

You can't use the sword technique of Zamongrass. I can't even copy my father's monkey. With a one-armed one-eyed body, a missing sword technique cannot be reached.

Mercenary King's sword. A thick sword that is thick and long, but otherwise unusual. A point of practical use with no frills. With that hard sword, I visualized myself being cut off.

I saw myself killed no matter what.

Will be cut off. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, you can only see a match.

It is overwhelmingly different from the first fight. A difference in ability that cannot be reached with one sword.

Bad minutes.

Are the enemies coming abandoning their lives so troublesome?

Oh, what an irony?

This is what I usually do.

The mercenary king proceeds naturally. Posed shallowly, so can release any attack.

The blade zone approached the throat.

Moment.

Crossing my head is the concept of how to fight myself.

Like adventurers, under the control of kings, or as Gentiles, there are many ways to fight apart from strong and weak.

I chose one out of my confusing thoughts. No, I choose not to be one.

Weakened the body to the limit. Engage five fingers with the handle of the sword. The body aims at the counter. Bet everything first.

The sword was raised.

The blade will smash my head upon stepping on it. This body cannot be avoided. It cannot be stopped with a receiving sword. This stubborn body cannot be cut off with a single shot. The blade falls even if you cut your neck.

At that point, I'll decide to lose.

If there is an exception ――――――――

Do not fight with sword skills.

The sword is "thrown away" from the god's sword. Outside of one sheet of thin paper, I hit the void with killing and preparing to smell the counter.

No one can avoid lightning. Throwing equal to lightning.

Rather than pride, the sword penetrated the heart of the mercenary king.

The key point.

It should be a key point, but the mercenary king goes one step further.

She glared at me in the form of Shura and dropped her sword. The last blow of the mercenary king of the past battle is heavy and sharp. However, it slashes through my hollow.

Even if she is extinct, there is no fluctuation in the sword line. Worth praise. However,

"The Majesty did not fall"

Dismiss the words to the crumbled mercenary king.

Collect swords from corpses and stare at mercenaries.

"My win. Return the woman."

Or follow the king? Apply such killing.

"Return me"

A prominent mercenary orders another mercenary. Maria was pulled with a collar chain and was brought in.

The torch comes forward and threatens the mercenaries.

What about Maria? Saying was a shame.

“…………… Daddy?”

"Yes"

Light returns to Maria's eyes in front of the partially destroyed weapon. It's a vulgar feeling, but I'm jealous of these two bonds.

"Daddy, it's tattered."

"no problem. Instead, Maria needs rest. You also need clean clothes and washing. '

"Outside, ah"

Maria noticed something.

"I have to return early! @ Daddy's body!"

"It is useless. Once you start flowing, you can't stop it. It ’s your time. ”

Maria is hugging her right arm.

"There is no such thing! Possibly cure!"

"No, I'm already dead. It was just iron swarf in the sanctuary. The captain let me sleep because he feared they would be forgotten. In order to convey the memory we lived to someone who does not know when it will come, with a single hope. ――――― The wish has been fulfilled. '

The torch glances at me.

"I could see my daughter's growth. I do not regret

"Such a thing!"

"Sad, parents die before their children. in addition-----"

Maria does not listen to the story of the torch, crying.

It looks like a child even if it gets bigger. No, does the child remain a child in front of the parents?

Wind blew.

The wind rang.

The power light on the torch flashes.

"I don't want to admit, but I've found a man to leave. This is goodbye Maria. Please be healthy and happy! "

"Daddy, no! No! No ... I don't know ..."

Maria swallowed up the goodbye.

"That's right."

And behave patiently.

"Daddy, goodbye. I love you."

'Me too. Daughter. I love you"

farewell.

Hug of father and daughter.

One is a giant humanoid weapon, the other is a dark-skinned elf. Beauty and the beast, from a discriminatory point of view, strange people. It is a sight that becomes a picture.

But why, what is this fuss about?

Mercenaries have no will to fight. The fight must be over. But why?

"Soya, what's after"

The shadow stops the torch's words.

A large shadow is cast. A shadow that covers all around. I saw the sky as a sudden gust of wind blew.

A huge “black dragon” that hides the sun is coming down here.