It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

Serende is Mezis' neighbor, but the influence of Judaism is lower than that of the furthest Toryn. A major reason for this is the low level of damage caused by the demonic world. Mezis Sometimes demons in the demonic world went to Serende, but they understood that demons with intelligence could hunt people more effectively for near-field Mezis than distant Serende. From this, Mejs and Serende continued to have a relationship that was somewhere far apart, even though they had no diplomatic problems.

"That's why I knew there were dangerous people in my country, but I didn't expect them to show a decent cooperative attitude..."

The fact that Necthar, a demon tribe, was lurking in Serende was down. Because while the people of Yugra's stars were slamming their stronghold on Toryn's side, they were hand-wrestling to make sure Serende didn't do anything unsolicited. Therefore our Saint Knights appeared and were to explain the situation for the first time... what an empty result.

Although freedom of search was granted, the Serende side has not taken any cooperative stance. Speaking of platoon size, how about not even having surveillance soldiers beside them? I don't know about ketching on being able to move freely on the territory of another country, but as a protector of the country, I still want to think about it.

"Dear Yokus, this is your destination soon."

Heading now are ruins in a medium-sized city in Serende. The relatively peaceful Serende has the will and the leeway to treasure relics of the past, a custom that leaves behind remnants of temples and perished nations that were built long ago. Heading now is also considered an institutional trace of a state that supposedly perished before Serende was founded by Yugra.

"Oh. Well... does the key work..."

Turn your consciousness to the key you're holding in your hand. From the side of the spectrum, nothing will think this is the key. Anyway, multiple ore is processed, and it is only the material of the attached cube. The principle is that there is no need to interfere with certain magic wavelengths, or even the shape of a key.

Arrive at the ruins and look around. There's a line of lonely buildings, but there's no sign that someone lives here. Moving ahead while holding the key, it made a strange noise as if the key resonated with something.

- This is...

"Be quiet. … I see those who say Tsudhari seem to be more troublesome than you can imagine"

Until recently, the building was old and not in a very usable condition. But the sight had changed shortly after the key resonated, returning to the facility as if it had regained its former appearance.

Necthar and the others repaired the site where the ruins were located and disguised themselves as lonely with Tsudhari's moves as a stronghold. Serende treasures the relics of the past and does not take undue care of the place. It's a good place to hide.

You can clearly see the marks that someone is using. Then no wonder there are enemies lurking nearby. Let your men pull out their swords and alert their surroundings.

Should I use detective magic or if this movement has already been read? But if the opponent hasn't noticed this intrusion yet, he will also miss the opportunity for an ambush in the corner.... We should consider the worst developments here than we know the bottom of the other.

Instruct them to prepare for simultaneous use of detective magic with hand signals. I feel the tension in my men growing all at once. Timed while counting with a finger fold, they all activated detective magic at the same time. Some of the holy knight's gear is equipped with a magic seal stone, so he expands the scope of detecting magic at once while avoiding where his companions are. Due to the smooth expansion of the detection range, it is unlikely that enchanted stones have been planted in the facility. And there was one reaction in the shadow of a facility just around the corner, someone with high magic powers.

My men will make sure of that, and set their swords against you. If you possess all this high magic, you will realize this detective magic. No, you must have known we were coming by the time you said you were in a place like this in the first place.

"Uh, you don't have to be so vigilant, do you? Let's be surprised, I don't mean to be dusty. I was thinking about how to dress up, but before I had a good idea, they just used detective magic, so I don't know how to dress up..."

It was one young man who emerged from the shadows. There is nothing but a sword on his hips that seems to be equipped, and the sword has been pointed at him by many holy knights. It also matches the characteristics of the long orange hair and the face found in the humanities.

"... that's arcreal"

"Whoa. I'm Archreal Isiah. Isiah just borrowed the name of her dead master."

"Isiah...... are you the 'Sword Ghost' Isiah apprentice!?

"Sword Ghost" Isiah, "True Eye" An adventurer who was named for his period as well as Real-Zentry. Its strength tells Tayz's strongest knight, Salvett-Ragdo, didn't even take a pull.

"Ha, my master was famous after all. You were so weak. So you're definitely Yokus, the head of the Knights, right?

"That's right.... where are the central figures, Nekhar, Real and Larkheit?

"If you say that, I'll be the real one to whisper. Well, as you can see, I moved. Reality told me it was time for the people of Yugra's stars to come, so I thought if we were here, we could do one of the greetings. You mean the Sacred Knight of Mejs is here... haha, even the Serraez guy is here to catch you, right? I can tell by the boulders."

Were the Necthals already moving out of this place? But the fact that Archreal remains in this place to see how it goes is not that far away, it must be somewhere in Serende territory.

If we capture the man in front of us, we'll also be able to grasp where the Necthars are right now... but if the story is true, this man won't be as strong as the brave Yugra, a glimmer. How should we view this situation?

- Then we'll have the place thrown up.

"Oh, are you motivated?

Being a strong man conveys if you are confronted, even if you don't like it. But I'm not saying that the magic power of a guy who feels on his skin is so out of standard. That's more than the Great Devil I tore in Tayz......

"I hear your strength. I'm not going to choose the means."

"I don't mind that. I'd appreciate it if the mutton fish in there just didn't move. Slashing a very weak guy is a bit of a letdown."

"What the hell!?

"Don't ride the provocation. Sporadic attacks are not the most common opponent."

I can see my men getting angry at me for being insulted. But suicide is the only way to set up darkness without taking advantage of this difference in numbers. Give the signal and let it unfold to surround the arc real. This number is forty, including me, each of whom can assume the role of avant-garde guard and is also good at magical support.

"It's not a provocation.... Well yes, can you convince me not to show some strength?"

Archreal pulls out his sword uncrafted. Especially since I don't feel a sword without weird philosophy or unusual magic, it doesn't seem like a demon sword or anything like that.

"Hang on!"

Eight holy knights from all sides set it up with my signal. Eight more holy knights will fire by magic from behind it, and the rest will be ready to accommodate the movements of the arc real. There is also a good chance that they will use something different than showing their opponents that they can afford this many people. Analyze that power without taking a moment's attention away!

"I don't use any moves."

"- Huh!?

The neck of the first saint to be slashed flew. The next time the sword was about to arrive, the body of the Holy Knight was amputated. Those who follow will also lose their lives in one wave after another. All unleashed magical projectiles are evaded without creation. When I put it down for a beat, all eight people who had been slashed had been slaughtered and killed.

"Just one more piece of advice. Don't move, or I'll kill you."

Archreal's offense today was not something that could not be pursued with his eyes. Perhaps all the holy knights who were on this occasion would have been able to see the movement. Archreal had no idea, he was just waving his sword a little faster than his opponent.

"Switch to Magic Attack. I'm coming forward!

The speed of Archreal is unlikely to accommodate any other Saint Knight. I'm the only one who can carry out melee fights, beyond being dealt with without bitterness, even attacking from all quarters. Sure, it's a nasty rate, but it's as far as I can handle it adequately.

"Covered shooting. Well, I don't know if that's good... It must mean nothing."

Even close, Archreal doesn't try to shake up his sword. At this time, my sword pays on the side faster if it stays at earlier speeds, keep it up - ugh!?

"Master Yox!?

"- Huh!"

Stop the sword moving to shake it off and turn your body backwards. But that still doesn't make it, and it conveys a hot feeling to the chest and arms. A little bright red blood bled forward.

There was no Archreal pursuit, he carefully avoided the magic unleashed by the Quartet in a motion free of waste.

"Oh, he's alive. You're shallow."

That's not true. The right arm, which was out on the front side, has been severed to the bone, and the torso has reached the lungs as well. The blow now was deeply tearing apart the walls of armor with magic enhancements, ignoring them as if they were paper. If I hadn't inverted my body, my torso would have been completely amputated.

I could hardly follow him with my gaze, but Archreal was waving his sword faster than I did. That speed was much faster than earlier, and I was able to react critically because I was watching my men get slaughtered and killed.

Distance and hang therapeutic magic. But it can't be cured right away. My men, who had refrained from doing so in the rear, are also trying to hang the therapeutic magic, but it's still decided faster for him to set it up.

"Can you cure it? Then I'll wait for you. When it was over in a flash, it was a reminder."

"... Huh!

Arclial doesn't move. He doesn't seem to be serious about setting it up. I have feelings of anger that I can afford to be strong, that I'm showing pride in, but this is an opportunity. They're missing out on what was supposed to be an irrevocable defeat. Send your men a gaze and hasten treatment.

"Well, that's a little hard to do in this place. I'm gonna slip to the side."

That being said, Archreal proceeded while avoiding the bodies of his men lying on the ground, repositioning themselves standing.

"Are you going to play"

You're a little rude to them to say "play -. Well, from what I can tell, your opponents can do it in a playful way, right? Nothing. I'm not the kind of guy who thinks nothing of people's lives, am I?

"Then why wait for my wounds to heal? Don't you just want to be happy?"

"Whoa, that's not wrong. I respect people's lives, but I just do. I won't be proud of you until you've curbed my desires. If you don't like it, just hang up. I'll kill them all and finish high enough to hold hands together when I leave."

Archreal laughs uncontrollably. I said I wanted to fall in there. I can't even feel the malice or anything. This man is just stating the facts. I don't want to embarrass them, but I don't want to worry about them.

I was worried about letting my men set up magical restraints to buy time for treatment, but you should honestly get some time here. Give instructions to wait and focus on treatment.

"... All right"

"Heh, that's fast. A boulder is a holy knight, a healing magical mastery is a big deal."

It has not fully healed, but repairs were made to the areas necessary to move the body. The blood is still seeping, but there is no obstacle to the continuation of the fight. Grab the sword and step forward again.

"You kept me waiting."

"Fine, I'm free today. I'll wait as long as I can until I'm hungry."

He was struck by an arcreal blow, but found the sword waving speed and its cleavage to be abnormal. In other words, half-breed traction does not make sense. It doesn't make sense to wave your sword at the look of it and let it end with a blow to return. I have to set it up with the intention of definitely finishing it with the next blow. The means are… there are.

"- Huh."

I can breathe and put magic into my sword. Since the day I lost in Tayz, I have continued to train to acquire the art of defeating my opponents above myself. And this knitted move...... it's less than enough power to kill off a demon that repeats regeneration, but if the other person is human, it's enough to deliver that blade!

The structure is the same as earlier, and the tempo of stepping in remains the same. But that time is a step away, a distance that normally cannot reach the sword. But just before you wave the sword, unleash the magic in the sword and build it.

"Oh, my God, I don't know about that."

Activate the junction with the sword on the spindle. An invisible blade with thin, sharp application of amputation by the junction that Lachla-Salf was good at. Lachra had used the rate of occurrence of the junction to increase the sharpness, but I gained more cutting power than equivalent by adding a sword-wielding speed.

A fast blow that reaches your opponent longer, thicker, and faster than you can imagine than a visible blade. At first sight, I saw this move through.

"Oops."

Now I didn't do anything to stop it. Consequently, the evasive action was not taken in time and instead it was meant to burn the motion of the arc real into this eye. Archreal wasn't dodging after he saw my sword. From the beginning, he slipped into a position that did not exist in the trajectory of the sword, and waved his sword at the end of his body.

"Hey, fu."

Did the increased breadth of the sword keep me away from Archreal, or did Archreal's blow not amputate my body? But much deeper than earlier. The right arm is severed and the torso is connected by a piece of skin. Naturally, you can't possibly kill the momentum you waved your sword with such an injury, and you fall to the ground.

"That was an interesting move. Have you been blading the junction and deflecting your time?"

"Stupid...... sword...... till you wave...... not to be read......"

"Oh, I'm surprised. I finally figured out how it works after I slaughtered it."

If that word were true, it would mean that he had made an evasion to the position to be evaded and waved his sword to the position to be attacked, without understanding what was in this hand.

The story of a dropper met by the people of Yugra's stars in Kuama comes to mind. That dropper says he can sense and avoid threats he can't even react to himself with his heterogeneous survival instincts.

Does that mean then that Archreal can also imitate it and take the best means of counterattack with instinct? Is that possible?

The deep, less conscious is about to fly. I use all the healing magic I can to prolong my life, but I am not in a condition where I can do something by myself.

"Yo, Master Yokus!

"Coming... dude..."

"No, come on. I'm not dying instantly, and if we treat him with a total, he'll make it, right? Look, heal him quickly."

"Nah..."

Archreal is taking a few steps back and telling his men to treat me. My men rush over and start treatment, even as they are alert to Archreal. Archreal looked at the state of it with a childlike smile waiting for the meal.

"That wasn't bad right now. It's been a while since my body moved like a good one. So hang out with me a little longer. I'll treat you as much as I want until you die instantly!

"Don't be ridiculous! The battle is over."

"If you don't treat me otherwise, that's it. All you have to do is kill them all. Come on, man!

My men, who tried to blame Archreal, lose their word. Then he missed his gaze at me with a frizzy eye and resumed the treatment.