Monster no Goshujin-sama

29.

There comes a swinging blow, full of ghostly spirits.

Impossible to respond.

I saw my own death with my torso in two - my left arm jumped up unexpectedly.

"Oh!?

The shield that broke in front of me blocked my vision.

It doesn't extend to understanding, it just reflexes into the whole body.

Shortly after, the ghost sword was shaken off.

"Gu!?

A heavy blow was struck.

I can't support the shock. My legs left the ground.

My brain only recognizes the fact that I've been blown away.

Something clashed and pushed through.

……

When I realized, what was in my sight was a wooden house hallway.

I heard screaming in some room.

I realized that I had smashed through the door of the house that was sheltering behind me and rolled inside.

Bad, I thought.

If they come after me now, I can't handle it.

But there was no pursuit.

For there were those who would not forgive it.

"Stop it!

"Geez!"

So much so that an explosion continued to rise outside the house.

The ability to grasp the space, which was painfully alive, captured Kay's appearance as he dared to bomb with numerous fireballs from the roof of the house and, accordingly, shot the fire magic of the second staircase.

"Smart!"

It was unintentional, but Edgar has responded to this.

The fireball, which was a direct hit course, was torn with a great sword, and Kay's magic aimed at his feet was bounced back.

But the minimum time earned, that was enough.

"... well done"

With their support, I worked my magic in my body.

"... magic, magic..." Misty Vault ""

The magic that was turning to the embodiment of Salvia also turned to the expression of fog, enveloping the house with a thick fog.

Now Edgar and his sight have been crushed.

And then...

"Gyah! Gyah! Geez!"

In a white world that closes everything, intermittent flames rise.

Drawing on my intent to use fog here, Ayama keeps spitting out the fireball without getting her hair in.

I've been leaving a lot of messages lately. Stop, but she's never just a mascot.

Monsters deep in the tree sea at an early age. Have the power not to be insulted.

The flames worked out in the belly would be comparable to the magic of the third staircase alone.

More than anything else, unlike magic, hoarding time takes a literal breath.

The firepower that did not fade at all was enough to surprise me when I had accumulated so much magic.

"Damn it......!

Edgar cursed her hands.

That's right, 'The Warrior' doesn't seem to be able to fight back against opponents who come in this fog for ranged attacks either.

It's the same thing that Ayama hasn't seen her opponent, but in her case, there's no problem with eye-catching because the goal is to keep her enemies away from the house.

For a narrow range, the magic duration of the 'fog' is also somewhat long.

This will buy you some time.

"Summer?"

Asalina, stretched out of her left hand, jumped out in front of me rolling on the floor.

I look worried, I try to tilt my neck.

"... thanks, Asalina. Thanks."

Defense by the shield earlier was Asalina's move.

She wrapped herself around her left arm and bounced her arm up.

As a result, after Asarina was forced to move, Edgar's attacked left arm had been severely broken.

Blood is pounding from your fingertips.

But......

"... it's outrageous."

I snapped small.

Unconsciously, my voice had a fever.

As if the flames burning in the back of this chest had zeroed out of my mouth.

- I was told it was sweet.

He said it was sweet to keep overtaking the offense until Gabella and Lily came along like this.

But I'm alive.

My left arm doesn't move, but I can still fight.

The defenses that Asarina had left to herself, and the ambushes of those who had kept her from doing so, were bills that she had dared to lay low so far.

This way we were able to spend the enemy trump cards as a result of the lively preparation for times of need.

- I was told it was sweet.

If we thought we were going to repent by preaching, it would be sweet.

But I don't think about it.

I asked the villagers why they pointed their swords at me, but they had no intention of blaming me.

Where I did that, I don't expect races like them to repent.

Something in the back of my chest just kept me from throwing the question.

It was also such an act as to ascertain something.

- I was told it was sweet.

I had a fantasy about the knight, that the idea was sweet.

... maybe so, I thought.

I do not know their reality, called the Knight.

So I can't deny it.

A knight is not only a 'pawn for exposure', but perhaps a 'consumable' that can be shredded instead of a brave man who must not be lost.

At least it is certain that those who think so are among the officials of the diocesan Church, which has a great influence on the world.

Then who can tell you that's not the truth about this world?

Brave men and knights may be mere pawns for this world, regardless of whether they can be replaced or not.

Oh, I won't deny that.

But... except for the word that there was nothing honorable there.

That's absolutely not true.

That's what I said.

Because in that Fort Chile, I touched it.

Silan, the captain, and the Allied knights who fought shoulder-to-shoulder.

Everyone was risking their lives and fighting to protect someone.

They were diligent, flirtatious, and noble.

I felt it was honorable.

Then that's the truth for me.

No matter what anyone says, what they see, touch, and feel with this eye must be the truth for them.

Even if, for the world, the existence of a knight was nothing more than a pawn, that had nothing to do with it.

"So I..."

And I lifted up my torso, so that I could pull it together.

It was then.

"... Takahiro?

I heard a plundered voice.

It was the voice of a girl who cut so weak that she was likely to disappear now, and still, never lose her strength.

I gave him a face.

I turned around the corner of the hallway and saw an elf girl coming this way in my eyes.

"... Silan?

The name was spoken in disgust.

I was no more debilitated and there she was supposed to be asleep in the room.

In fact, is it even hard to stand, poking your knees on the floor in the hallway?

It was obvious to everyone that if they saw the look on their face like a seriously ill person, they were not in a good condition to walk away from.

But I didn't know why I was here.

Surprised, there was no question.

Because in Siran's hand, her sword was firmly held.

"... right"

That alone is too much to understand this situation.

I exhaled convincingly.

- He's a knight. I can't help it. There, whatever it is, it doesn't change.

Words heard from Helena resurrected in the back of her ear.

- That's a knight. Please, Takahiro would like you to remember that.

The words received from the captain were also recalled as natural.

Why am I entrusted with Silan and what can I do for him?

I held my fist wet in blood.