Legend

Underground of the Marchelle family mansion. The battle being waged there was finally about to usher in a good situation.

The men of Robe, the shadow of Holy Light, were engaged with Vihela as if they were all moving under one will, but still one in Vihela, who gathered all the robes together and decided they were one creature, and another with a nail stretched from his armor, cut off his torso, head, or hands and feet, and if he was chosen, fell to the ground.

But it can be said that those who were slashed with nails and instantly desperate were lucky.

Because many of those who were beaten to the torso by the power of Vihella were crushed ribs, wounded their guts with their own bones, and threw up blood, or were crushed in the head by the soles of their feet, but were desperate.

But compared to the overwhelmingly dominant Vihera, Nact and Buune, who are fighting lifeless dolls, were forced to struggle considerably.

Nact, a bandit who wasn't originally that good at combat, has to turn to Buune, who, unlike himself, is good at combat, as the main source of support.

The battle was shifting while managing to maintain equilibrium in such a situation, but that battle situation gradually changes to the doll-side advantage with a single voice since the oliqueur was blown away by Ray's blow.

That is, words and deeds that are also close to mockery of the Prix technology that created the dolls.

If we try to make puppets embedded in their absolute loyalty to Prix, who is also their own creator, it should be absolutely acceptable that they are doubtful of Prix's abilities because of their cause.

As a result, the puppets' attacks grew in intensity, and regardless of Bühne, who specializes in combat, Nakt managed to survive being followed by Ningro Bühne instead of following Bühne.

"Mmm!"

Several needles released with such a word of Büne pierce the doll that was still about to fly over Nact's head in imitation of standing on the ceiling and sew it straight into the ceiling.

The fact that two people who are bandits are struggling is due to the puppets' great war, but it is also due to a number of their special abilities.

It's a doll, but there's no sign of it, and at the same time it doesn't kill when it strikes. If you try to be a Büne or Nakt who is perceiving enemy movements with a bandit-specific acute sensation, you are a very incompatible opponent.

And the special ability to walk on ceilings and walls. The perfect ability to strike surprises was also what was causing the two to struggle again.

"Shh, I'm sorry.... Damn, I could have done something about these dolls with Esetus... Shh!

Hear the wind-cut noise that flew towards you and wave your dagger.

A metal sound called a kink echoes around and one dagger falls to the floor.

"Huh!"

If that dagger flies, a dagger is released from Nact's hand toward the rear right ceiling.

Probably because it was an aggressive event. The dagger to the doll in the ceiling only stitched his right arm to the ceiling, although he stabbed the doll.

While understanding his own failures, he reaches for the dagger he was playing and rolling to the floor a few seconds ago.

But the other dolls can't easily forgive such imitation. Now is a good time not to have a weapon, and with each weapon in place, I killed my way to Nact.

"Mmm!"

Countless needles released to such dolls. Each of them, as if they were willing, one needle pierces one doll and stops moving.

But the needle is only the needle in question. Or if this was like a dagger, it would have been different, but none of us can stop the movement altogether, say a doll, for about a single needle, and we can only do our best to inhibit behavior for a few seconds.

The dolls head to Nact with a needle stuck in their body.

Pick up the dagger in a flowing motion and play the long sword that you have set your eyes on and swung down… but at the next moment the protruding spear looms.

I can't avoid it. While instinctively guessing that, I managed to turn myself around...

Flying slaughter!

Such Ray's words echo, and several puppets that were about to strike Nakt are summed up and cut off.

What happened? Instinctively feeling that his own life had been saved rather than understanding it, he leaps big behind him and goes down next to Bühne.

"Phew... you're getting tough"

Wipe the sweat that abruptly overflows from your forehead with a series of exchanges now whining.

It's an easy temperature to spend this vast basement in the middle of summer, as if it were a sign that it's a house of the Marchelle family. Is the sweat still gushing out because my own life was still about to disappear?

(Until I help Teevia...... I can't die here!

He groans inside and once again challenges the battle with Büne as he deals with a large number of dolls.

"Hmm, ignore me as things stand and help my people, huh? Surely you could say that's the right option. Whatever. I'm like this."

Chirali, and an oliqueur to see what you look like.

Leather armor has been slashed in several places, and several places have already been broken, even if it is a more defensive garment than normal as a magic item.

No, it's because it's oliqueur... and it's because it's the clothes the oliqueur is wearing, and if it weren't for the oliqueur here, he would already have been rendered incapable of combat by a death-size blade.

"Is it time to finish scratching your feet? I'm sorry, but you have a lot to ask about this one. I might slash one or two of my hands and feet, but don't worry, I won't kill them."

"... that's not a very reassuring story. Then let me stick it a little bit more. If I can hold out until the Silva family returns, it means I win."

Tell him so with a small grin, holding a rapier in his right hand and a swordbreaker in his left hand and standing firm.

Never give up, even in an overwhelmingly unfavourable situation of its own.

Ray's face is slightly tightened to that look that would never have arrived unless he had actually exposed himself to the battlefield more than once, not just ordering from above without knowing the scene.

I wasn't drunk by the atmosphere of the oliqueur. I felt that I was willing to live there, and I instinctively understood that this was where I came from.

(Will you not give up even if you are overwhelmingly disadvantaged? Like that swordbreaker, should we see that we still have some kind of back hand? No, if you have something like that, you can already use it...)

Whimpering inside, he sets his gaze behind the chirali and oliqueur, toward the magic formation as he builds his death size.

Teevia, who is falling there, remains unconscious and shows no sign of waking up. It was obviously odd to say that so many fights were taking place so intensely around, that those who were leaders with the sound blades of a rather named Adventurer Party would not notice.

(The magic team has the effect of that hand... wait)

The inner whining stops on the way.

Because the color of Teevia's skin in the middle of the magic formation felt much bluer than it had been the first time I saw it.

The magic formation itself, with Tibia at its centre, was also slightly luminescent, as if to further promote Ray's unpleasant hunch.

"... I see you also meant this to buy time"

Even though he says he is an enemy, he finds himself annoyed by the idiotic honesty with which he was taking the explanation of the oliqueur, and at the same time abominably stares at the person standing in front of him.

You must have noticed how Ray was doing. Olicure opens her mouth with a small grin on her mouth.

"Oh, apparently you noticed. I honestly don't feel comfortable letting people die in vain, but the landlord told me so."

To say so, the look on the face of the oliqueur has not floated anything particularly repellent.

I honestly felt that if I tried to make it oliqueur, I would welcome it if it was a beneficial death to me - or to Holy Light - but I wasn't going to help any stranger until I bought Prix's unhappiness, who was also my collaborator, to die.

Or if it were the followers of Holy Light who are offered as sacrifices of the Magic Formation, the story would have changed.

"She will also know the mercy of the Goddess of Light in the post-mortem world. Unfortunately in this life I didn't seem to be able to choose the path of faith, but the sin will soon be laundered"

"Teevia!?

Nor would I have heard the words of such an oliqueur, but the voice of Nact, who was fighting the dolls with Büne, echoes.

Even during the battle, Nact kept an eye on Tevia more than once.

Because even if you can't get your hands on it from the outside due to the effects of the magic formation, it can happen in case.

And now, in the unlikely event, that was happening ahead of Nact's gaze.

I saw the same look on Tibia's face that was worse than I had seen before, and Ray, the glowing magic formation.

"Damn it, get out of the way!

The dolls stand in front of Nact trying to make their way to the magic formation.

Even though we've already defeated nearly 20 puppets with Nact and Bühne, the puppets show up from nowhere. As a result, no matter how many puppets you defeat, you can't break the status quo.

"Mmm!"

Neither is the needle already gripped in Büne's hand. Even if you think of Bühne's combat style, which is small in body and emphasizes speed, you can't carry a large amount of metal needles.

Two daggers are currently held in both hands of Büne, waving them to fight the puppets.

But now that we have exhausted all the flying tools called needles, the battle between Bühne and the puppets gradually becomes stronger in the proportion of defenses.

In doing so, Nact stepped toward the magic formation, which would help break the situation.

I guess Nact himself didn't mean that, but the magic formation and sacrifice of Prix, the creators of the dolls. The puppets could never forgive us for doing something about it.

"Sacerka! He's Tomero!

In tune with the voices of the leading dolls, the other dolls also set up their own weapons...

Slash!

At the next moment, several of the dolls are slashed and torn apart and blown away.

"Alas, it's a shame you're only looking at one person that way. Why don't you play with me? Even if it looks like this, I used to play with dolls when I was a kid, right?

With that word, the blade to be wielded again.

Its blade descended directly from the top… to the nail created by magic, the doll about 30 cm is lifted with its head pierced.

by the person who made it up, Vihera.

"Ba, Bacana...... Omae Hamada......"

That's what the doll who stays pierced by her nails tells her, but Vihera turns the doll's head toward the one she was fighting until earlier.

There, all 20 of the robes had fallen to the floor without either consciousness or life.

"There was certainly something to see when it came to collaboration. But if one or two people collapse because the cooperation was too complete, there's nothing we can do about it. That's the result.... Well, I wonder if the dolls will entertain me... hey!

Along with that voice, he completely amputates the doll with a nail that was piercing him in the head.

I instantly turned it into a wreck of an unspeakable doll, stomping it with my toenail, while glancing at the remaining doll.

"Xamaha...... yursan!

I guess the act touched the puppets' inverse scales.

If we try to be puppets, our bodies are made by Prix, who is also the Creator. Stepping on it is by no means acceptable.

While the puppets hate themselves, they still attack Vihera with no signs or killings.

"You've been attacked by Ray, or are you watching him fight the Beaunes? It's certainly not the first time you've seen it coming at you without signs or killing you... but once you see it, it's not that hard to deal with it!

Claws, fists, elbows, knees and feet to be wielded.

Vihera fights as she wears a thin-clothed dancer costume.

... No, maybe I can say that's dancing depending on what I try to see. To a dance that should be described as a dance of death, the attack of an attacked doll is avoided, played, or accepted without any hitting.

Vihera's attack, wielded in such a state, is powerful enough to be deadly for the dolls...

Chira, and Vihera's gaze is directed towards Nakt.

Nakt, who was in love with Vihera's movements, cannot, however, misinterpret the meaning of that gaze.

That is, we need to do something about the magic formation right now.

I wasn't a wizard, Nact, but I still have to do more than just be myself now free.

So determined I took one step towards the magic formation, at that moment. A strip of thunder ran through the air and struck directly at Nact. Nact collapses to the floor without being able to put anything into words.

"Oh well, you haven't been able to secure the material yet."

Not the door where the Rays came in, but the door where the oliqueurs came in. My gaze gathers at the owner of the voice I hear from you.

There existed one middle-aged woman dressed with jewels throughout her body so that she could follow several dolls.