Monster no Goshujin-sama

32.

"... or something"

A bottom-cold voice shook the fog that was about to fade.

Going out of the house through a broken door, there was a ghost waiting for me.

"Enough with the depressing fog? Huh?"

With the sword on his shoulder, Edgar asks.

"... unfortunately, out of magic."

Even if you hide it, you'll find out soon enough.

I answered honestly.

The magic of the 'fog' that was unfolding, can no longer be used.

I was completely out of strength and magic, and even walking was like a hundred million bucks.

Edgar must have seen exactly how I was out of the house dragging my legs.

I lowered the tip of my sword in a way that shredded Xing.

"... have you decided to be prepared for what you've done with such a zama?

The sighing voice had a dark color of disappointment.

The purpose of the Knights of the Diocese is my life, but this guy's purpose is the battle itself.

If I had been able to fight a little, I would have been dissatisfied.

"Takahiro! It's dangerous!"

"Kuh!

Kay and Ayama, who have been holding me back, ride themselves out of the roof and call me out.

"Stay back, Kay. Stop. Enough is enough."

I said to them, I stepped outside.

Seeing us interact like that, Edgar laughed with her nose.

"I don't give a shit. You do it, Zoltern. I'll give you a hand."

Speak up to the other party, looking like you've lost interest.

But there was no response to that word.

Edgar looked surprised.

"What's up, Zoltern?

"No way, this is..."

Not even that voice had reached Zoltan.

Zoltern, who said in a warring voice, looked terribly surprised.

The eyes that stare at this one look out of focus somewhere.

I leaned my neck wondering what it was, and Edgar tongued in frustration.

"Shit, if you're unwilling, you can't help it. I..."

"You don't have to rush."

A quiet voice echoed on the spot as Edgar tried to step out unconstitutionally.

Sounds atmospheric.

It was just such a voice to let her know who she was.

"Your opponent, I will"

"You..."

A ghost who was about to turn his frustration into violence stops.

It was the elf girl with the eyelids who showed up after me.

Its appearance without armor and without a shield is no different from that of a village girl's outfit.

But the wave of sword in her hand and, above all, the atmosphere surrounding her spoke eloquently about what she was.

"Knight Silan!

A vicious look of joy appeared on Edgar's face that seemed bewildered.

"Well, you're the one who's gonna deal with me! This is good!

From the bottom of my heart, it was a voice that was delighted that Silan appeared here.

When Silan leaves before me, Edgar spreads her thick arms to welcome it.

"I heard you were weak, but what, don't you think you can do enough? Wait a minute, did you just buy time to prepare this? If so, good taste. I'll give you a compliment, this is gonna be fun!

Edgar shouted in front of a death fight hunch as the emotion was overwhelming.

A gushing will of war causes the air to tremble.

"Hey, Silan. You've been beaten to the head by your own people, haven't you? Then hit that anger." Best Knight in the North Side of the Tree Sea, "do your best to enjoy me!

The heat emitted by the shimmering eyes was poured only on one silane.

That's exactly the ghost that lives on the battlefield.

Just to be stared at, a regular person would lose his mind.

In the ranks of soldiers, it's not even possible to maintain the will to fight.

Even a brave man who can stand up to it is difficult to be unswallowed.

The descendant of the brave, 'The Ghost of War' Edgar-Givalsh, I see, had something to be ashamed of in his name.

Or maybe it was a 'war ghost' alien, including so far.

That's why Silan's appearance of listening to the ghost roar like a breeze and pulling out his sword quietly was even heterogeneous.

"I will not wave the sword of vengeance upon you"

"... Am I?

"I gave my sword to the brave. The knight's sword is just for something to protect. You will never let anger wield this sword again."

Unlike Edgar, there's nothing intimidating about that position.

So while he was there, Silan's wrapped air had a strength that wouldn't waver if he was hit with a ghost's intent to kill.

"But if you mean harming what you have to protect, it's not the story."

Silan lifted the cutting edge of the sword.

"Follow my vows, and I will do all I can in this body"

There was a clear spirit of war coming from him.

"I won't let you through here."

Breathtaking temper just to watch beside.

If it were, it would still be a sword.

The will of steel becomes a sharp cutting edge, poked into the throat of the enemy.

"... superior"

In the wake of the war, Edgar laughed.

"Hey, Zoltern. How long do you think you're gonna be scared?"

"... I'm sorry. It's okay now."

When Edgar spoke, it was now time for Zoltern to reply as well.

You mean you couldn't have stayed blind in this strained air?

Power returns to the hand holding the sword pattern.

As for this one, it would have been easier if you'd stayed, you know, depressed, but it didn't seem to work either.

"Edgar. I'm serious, too."

"What?"

'Cause that's what you'll need to do.'

That said, Zoltern dropped his eyelid.

And I snapped pompously.

"… I will identify you on this occasion"

What were the intentional words?

Again, my eyes open.

It doesn't exactly mean anything has changed.

But I found something uncomfortable.

"Are you...?

It was only for a moment, but I felt the path snap.

Perhaps not intended.

Now it was some kind of mutual interference.

The ability to have similar properties bounced off each other so that the same poles of the magnet rebelled against each other.

My powers can connect my heart with monsters.

That man named Zoltern also has the ability to act on the spirit, although it is unclear what kind of tease.

And now, we've maximized that power.

How much did it bring?

In retrospect of the examples of Travis and Edgar, it is unlikely that they are ordinary.

But......

"Takahiro."

Silan called his name.

With unbridled trust that makes my heart hot and pure admiration that makes me embarrassed.

"Check it out"

Silan steps forward.

Correspondingly, Zoltan kicked the ground.

"Zoltern-Miharlek in" The Eyes of Prospect ". Come!"

I try to hit Silan from the front, only slowly walking.

Edgar, with the sword on his shoulder, must have dared to drop it off.

This isn't a duel, it's a battlefield.

The precedent Zoltern is going to set it up and poke the gap that Silan responded to.

Regardless, Zoltern is not just a throwaway pawn either.

He is also the best combat educated knight in this world.

Its flavour is that it has little clearance.

Although the slender sword allows for a variable and free-flowing takeover, and the weight of a blow is significantly inferior to Edgar's, the way you fight to eliminate your own gaps and steadily poke through enemy gaps is as ingenious as if you were even reading them in the mind of your opponent.

And he also understands that this is not a duel or something.

Shortly before Silan slashed me, he was gazing at me.

If you respond badly, you are silently telling me that your protection is in danger this time.

This alone narrows Syran's response somewhat.

With his former brave powers closest to him, Zoltern's combat abilities surpassed when he was fighting me, and now he has no alarm for a single shard.

Undoubtedly, even the Knights of the Cathedral have the upper hand.

"I thought I told you. We're not going through here," he said.

- Undoubtedly, Silan's sword was slashed and lay low with ease.

"Obu...... Huh!?

Like that, just a touch of armor sleeve.

Whether you can fight in a way that reads your mind or not, there is no point in such a thing if such small craftsmen are so isolated in their fundamental prowess that they no longer work.

I gave him a blood splash, and Zoltan fell.

"What..."

There's nowhere else to go about this.

To Edgar, who opened his eyes, Silan poked at the cutting edge of his sword.

"Knight Silan. I'll come."