Monster no Goshujin-sama

33.

"Ooh!"

A barking Edgar approaches Silan.

Unleash the ghost's powers, and its body can be called a mass of muscle, no matter what.

Even with human snails, the density of meat was different in the power produced.

"Hmm!"

Swing the sword in your hand.

Even in this other world, the slaughter by force out of common sense seemed to wield even the branches of a tree.

Even though I was a little distant, I felt its destructive power on my skin, and I was breathtaking.

If we confine ourselves to the power of things, then surely Edgar is approaching the brave of the past, which is also alien.

But against is the former 'Best Knight in the North of the Tree Sea'.

If the opponent is capable of reciprocating with the brave men of the past, she has already once dealt with the real one from the front.

"Ha!

Silan shoots down a series of breathless attacks.

That's an electroluminescent fire.

Not only is it fast, it's smooth and free of waste.

I know you're losing because of your strength.

Then let's make up for the missing parts with technology.

And, it's easy to say with your mouth, but it's not a half-breed thing to do.

Edgar's movements are never left to power, nor are they much in vain.

He is also undoubtedly in the realm of maturity as a warrior.

Therefore, it is the skill that surpasses it and does not take a step back that is the pinnacle of "The Best Knight in the North of the Tree Sea".

The training of madness in death and the experience of battle over and over over the dead line that the rest of us can't even imagine.

Once the 'Best Knight of the North of the Tree Sea' had a complete resurrection here.

"Huh!

Angle to meet.

timing of stepping in and breaking out.

Scratching a storm of violence, Silan continues to intercept with precision that threads through the needle.

Extreme outline that no one else can imitate.

At the end of the day, a counter-attack strike was finally launched.

"... ugh!?

But the tip of the sword is played.

The defense didn't make it.

The black skin that covered the body of the warrior made a metallic sound and rejected the tip of Silan's sword.

Ghosts.

"Be warm. Wow!

Are you saying that the abilities of a warrior will also be demonstrated in defense?

Not only was he wrapped in armor, but even the skin beneath him was wearing metal hardness.

The opposing silane doesn't even have a shield, rather than armor.

"... I see, you're stiff"

"That kind of makes you soft. Careful, touch it and you'll fly."

You must have been convinced of your own advantage.

Attacks by warriors increased in intensity.

Silan avoids attacks that cannot be defended in time, but not all of them can be dismissed.

"...... eh"

Still, Silan's cheek ripped as he continued to play the offense.

On your hands, on your feet.

Even if you just plunder it into the skin, the warrior's sword takes it all the way to the meat.

"I'm gonna cut you to death."

Edgar declared with a vicious smile.

Even just watching beside you, a running grin of fear.

But while Silan was shredded of that body, he didn't change one expression.

"No. If it stays that way, it's impossible"

The quiet expression is like a surface of water that doesn't stand a single wave.

I just point it out as I deal with the attack when I'm furious.

"What..."

Edgar, who I was about to tell you, opened her eyes gently.

"The injury..."

Silan's cheek wound was already gone.

That's not all.

The other scratches are blocked.

Her nature as an undead monster, was the power to restore the damage.

"... you monster"

"What now? Have you not followed Ghoul?"

Hearing Edgar curse, Silan said with a cool face.

I don't see how I felt about what they said was a monster or anything in particular.

No longer, I guess the phase of thinking about it is past.

Whatever she is, she is a knight.

What did that unshakeable way bring to her?

Perhaps the best I could understand that was, for a moment, the hostile Edgar.

"So you're going to win!

I warped my face and struck my sword in.

"Don't lick the war ghost! That clear face, I'll shatter it!

Is it because of fulfillment that that seemed like a trick trying to shake off a bad feeling?

"There's no better chance for you than to hurt me!

"No. That's not it either"

Silan affirms.

"The battle is coming."

"Bullshit!"

Again the two clashed.

Unscratched ghosts and undead to restore even scratched.

This made the situation mutual.

There is no room for others to intervene in fierce strife to shred.

If we get here, all I can do is believe in Silan.

That's what I thought.

"... Takahiro Mashima"

It was then.

I had a voice in the battle.

I turned my gaze towards you, and there stood a bloody zoltan.

"... you were alive"

Honestly, I'm surprised.

He took a blow from Silan, and yet he was connecting his life at the edge of the line.

That means we've been in contact in this way......

"Are we still going to do this?

I did my hand on the sword of my hips.

Silan is dealing with a war ghost and can't get around to anything else.

I needed to do something about this one here.

To be honest, I'm not in a decent state to fight because of my lack of magic and blood.

But that's the same thing with Zoltan.

Rather than, he can be said to be in a more serious condition.

His right arm was halfway cut off, with deep wounds from shoulder to chest.

Though he's holding the wound with his safe left hand, there's no sign of blood getting together.

Instead of waving your sword, you won't even be able to hold it.

I should be able to deal with this now.

Don't be alarmed. I'm in shape.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to argue any more."

However, contrary to expectations, Zoltan waved the first time.

"There's no reason for that.... It's gone."

"What...?

I was a little confused.

For in the eyes that were directed toward this one dwelt a light of serenity besides thoughts.

No hostility, no sense of war.

There seemed to be no lie in the word that we were not going to contend.

But then why have we talked about it like this, with injuries that should be hard to get up too?

Zoltern looked back from the front at my suspicious eyes.

"Life is something you don't know what happens. I never thought I'd see a real brave man with these eyes."

"It took me to kill him, and now what..."

I frowned at words that did not fit the situation.

"Besides, I'm not the brave man you say I am. Don't get me wrong."

I am Silan's brave man.

I swore to my heart that it would be like that.

But it is only a worthy oath among us.

There was no room for extra involvement there.

"If the brave wanted to see it, you should have visited the expedition. There would have been some gorgeous brave men there."

I said it without hesitation, but when I heard it, Zoltern gave me a strange look.

"No. You are a brave man. At least that's what I felt."

It was a bitter, full smile somewhere.

"Fear. Doubt. jealousy. All that was around me was such filthy emotions. Even if you are among the Cathedral Knights with the Brave, that doesn't change… both the Brave and the Knights thought you were just among the conveniently crafted legends. But you didn't."

Spinned with the look of a fallen possession was a word that recognized us.

"If we can ask each other to be what we have to be, the knight is not a pawn in exchange, nor is the brave man a pawn. And I could know that there was indeed something honorable.... If it were to happen, I would have missed you sooner"

"You..."

I could not hide my confusion.

I don't know what the man in front of me intends.

Whatever, that's natural.

Because a man named Zoltern-Miharlek is the enemy I have just met on this occasion, and I do not know the life he has lived, and there is no way that I can speculate in his chest.

Nevertheless, it was only conveyed that he truly praised the way we were.

Hi. I hear this man has a different colour than the rest of Travis' men.

Because I felt that way, I questioned it.

"You, why are you working for Travis or something?

As Travis' men, I don't know how dirty Zoltan has seen.

But for this minute, Zoltern said he felt it was something to spit on.

And yet I wondered why I hadn't stopped being a knight.

"Right. I had my doubts, too."

Asked, Zoltern laughed.

"The word that I missed you guys sooner is true. But in fact the first thing I met was a terrible ghost. It's also true."

Zoltern said with the look on his face as if he'd found the answer he'd been looking for for years, it was then.

"Haaaa......!?

Edgar's screams roared around.

I put my gaze back on the battlefield.

While slightly out of sight, the war situation had changed dramatically.

Edgar, who should have fought once and for all, was retreating.

"Oh, my God..."

Edgar, distanced to be vigilant, was holding his arms down.

The blood is staining his hands.

That meant that the ghost's defense, which was supposed to have been an iron wall, was torn.

"The skin of steel that plays the cutting edge. That defense, it's definitely troublesome. … but not more than I can penetrate right now"

Silan waved his sword and paid for the adhesive blood.

"The art of strengthening oneself is something I don't think is my own."

In response to the word, a small spirit of Silan's obedience danced through the universe.

Fun, dance around to celebrate the contractor's nascence.

What unfolds is the auxiliary magic of physical enhancement.

Conversely, it also means that until now Silan has crossed with the warriors without the support of the Spirit.

"You said you were doing something..."

"No. Not like that. It just took me a while to get a feel for it."

In response to Silan, Edgar was stunned.

That would be impossible, too.

It is difficult for the inhabitants of this world to interact frontally with a metastasizer awakened to their abilities or similar beings.

You can say it's almost impossible.

No matter how much you try to fix technology on yourself, the difference in physical ability that can be filled with it is limited.

In order to rise to the base of the battle, it is necessary to improve one's physical abilities, first and foremost to the point where something can be done with technology.

To this end, in the fight against Tatsuya the Cross, Silan had to unleash his full power as a spiritual user.

But not now.

Silan's body already belongs to the Undead Monster.

Now that she has stopped denying that fact, she has been able to fully draw on that power.

Physical abilities have risen significantly from before.

Still, it's no different that it's significantly inferior compared to a warrior... but with her exceptional sword arm, the difference has narrowed to the point where she can somehow eat down.

Then what happens if we add the Spirit's aid here?

The answer was the sight in front of me.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuu!

As if to deny reality, Edgar barked and stepped forward.

There was a series of noises that met steel violently.

A series of furious attacks.

It's Edgar who's attacking.

Only Silan is a guardian.

It prevents the heavy sword from striking again and again, and when it pokes a gap, it unleashes a counterattack.

"Ha!

"Gu......"

Each time the blood splash rose and the ghost's bitterness leaked.

Earlier, the slaughter of an unlikely played knight was no longer powerful enough to tear the flesh of a ghost.

- As a knight, as a spiritual user, a combat technique that I have mended to myself.

- Physical ability as an undead monster.

What had previously been inconsistent was finally integrated in Silan's body by overcoming his troubles.

Now, what we have here is the conclusion.

It was the true price of Silan, the knight who exchanged vows with me.

One unwilling ghost, no reason to be hostile.

"but...... ahh"

Groaning, Edgar pounded her knee to the ground.

Metallic black skin was engraved with countless scratches.

"Gu, uhh... damn it"

We no longer decided to win or lose.

Still, Edgar was holding the sword.

The killing spirit was not fading, rather the viciousness of the signs even increased.

"Aren't you willing to surrender"

"Eat shit."

Siran asked honestly, and Edgar threw up.

"I'm a ghost. I'm the strongest. So..."

Stand up, step in.

"You, die!

You must have squeezed your last force. A blow.

The sword was played.

"Ah..."

Indeed, the original power of the warriors was lost.

"Too bad."

Siran slashed back the sword that had paid off the ghost blow.

Edgar no longer has the art of fighting back.

A knight's sword slashes and lays low a haunted calamity.

That's the end of this battle.

Everyone thought so.

- On the verge of that, until you see what you interrupt.

"Huh......!?

"Gu, but... gu"

Silan gave a short, surprising voice, and the sword-given shadow spewed out a chunk of blood.

Edgar with the buttcake opened her eyes wide.

"Zoltern!?

Instead of Edgar, it was Zoltern, who was supposed to bear the deep hand, who received Silan's sword.

Everyone on this occasion didn't notice his proximity.

Because that movement, like sewing someone else's consciousness, was what he was good at.

As a result, the interruption succeeded and Edgar was spared the crisis, instead Zoltan was to be deeply mutilated from the shoulder to the middle of his chest.

The cutting tip is out to the back.

It was fatal.

"What are you...!?

It was the protected Edgar who dramatically elevated to this.

When I heard him yell as he stripped his teeth out, Zoltern loosened his mouth.

"... well. I wonder why. I'm sure you were blinded by the strong light."

He was staring at Silan, who had slashed himself, with dazzling eyes.

There was no resentment, no anger, no regret in that look, just determination.

"Everyone feared and neglected me. In that case, being fearless of yourself was salvation. Even if that was because I didn't care about myself, it was true that I felt that way. That's why I couldn't help it."

Speaking words that we did not understand, he threw something behind his back at Edgar, who sheltered behind his back.

Purple treasure balls mixed with black.

Edgar seems to have figured it out.

"Holy shit......!

The treasure balls smashed and the black shadows overflowed.

The figure of Edgar, who tried to say something, was covered in shadows overflowing from the treasure balls.

When the shadow disappeared, there was no sign of a ghost there.

Zoltern collapsed to see if the thread he was strangling cut with it.

"... ki, gone?

I was flabbergasted by the unexpected.

"Shadow ate me...... no. You moved?

Apparently, the purple balls earlier were some kind of magic tool for emergency escape.

I noticed something.

"... Speaking of which, the Travis suddenly showed up in the village. Was that due to the power of that treasure ball, after all?

"Could be"

Silan agreed.

"Nevertheless, I have never heard of magic or anything that allows instantaneous movement. Or maybe a magic tool associated with the brave of the past."

"Magic Tools… if this is not one"

"Yes."

There was a development I could have predicted, and I frowned.

"Because..."

"Takahiro!"

I was about to tell you, they called me by name.

It was Robbia who was supposed to be fighting Travis who came running this way.

Was he in a hurry for the rest of his life, or was his clothes just roughly wrapped up in a belt messed up, and there was not even a little bit of that.

"Are you all right, Takahiro!?

"Robbie is the one"

I took the little body I'd been holding to hit my body.

"I'm glad you look well"

"Well, of course."

When I stroke his head, he bends his lips like he's stubborn in treating children.

But the expression was accidentally distorted.

"Bad, Takahiro. Travis' guy got away with it."

"... right"

"That son of a bitch used some weird mon. I thought I was covered in shadows, but I was gone."

Again, Travis also apparently possessed the same kind of goods.

You felt like you were in danger, and you must have used it to escape.

Robbia looked very sorry.

It may be unconsciously sweet not to shake off your hand stroking your head as usual.

"Fine. Never mind."

"Takahiro..."

"Nothing. We didn't want to kill Travis."

Our aim is to overcome this danger without losing anyone.

I shouldn't have made a difference there.

If we followed the feel of the pass, there were signs of Lily and Gabella nearby.

They destroyed the Separate Moving Squad exactly and joined Rose.

He seems to be coming this way with me, so I guess the main unit cleaned up.

Where Travis survived, the distribution was almost wiped out.

Those who survive can't fight properly either.

It would not be in any more conceivable condition, such as raiding.

Travis and the Cathedral Knights, we were able to retreat from the attack on Unit IV.

Regardless, you have to think again about the rest, such as your relationship with the main team of the diocesan knights, but you can consider that you have earned some time for the moment.

That's what I decided, and I noticed that Zoltarn, who had fallen to the ground, had wandered.

"True... island, Takahiro. And, Knight Silan."

Its mouth moved, and its creaking voice sounded.

"Wow, this guy, he's alive!?

Robbia opened her eyes to surprise.

That's about it, Zoltan was a dead body.

"That's okay, Robbie. You don't have to be vigilant."

And I said unto Robbia, whom I had set up, I looked down upon Zoltan.

It was his fault for letting Edgar go, but I didn't feel like stabbing him in the stomach.

In the first place, he no longer seemed to have any decent consciousness.

"Genuine, brave men and knights. Be careful... In this world, there is darkness…. I don't know... there's no such thing as reality, darkness..."

Like a rumor, Zoltern said.

"Dear Commander...... Harrison and Deputy Commander...... Gordon are good people. But still... to defend the world... but if you guys... beat... then..."

Spinning words become more and more obscure and poorly heard.

At the end of the day, it was like talking to myself.

"Connected, wandering mind... overlapping, soul... oh. And the way it is... it's possible..."

His gaze was not directed directly at us, and his vain eyes gazed upon him.

"It's just... me... and... save... and..."

My voice broke, my breath held.

And I poked my knee, and shut the eyes of the broken Zoltern.

……

He was the enemy with the blade crossed.

He was a man who didn't know what he had done before.

But there will be no lies in the words of the wizard.

From the bottom of his heart he felt worried about us.

"Darkness..."

What did Zoltern know?

I'm curious, but I no longer have a clue to explore intentions.

The only thing that was clear was that he believed we could beat him, even if it hit him.

"Takahiro. Give me that."

Silan called me and turned his gaze away.

"Your husband!

At the end of that gaze, there was a look at the Lillies coming this way.

Gabella is probably waving both hands.

After a while, Kay's footsteps and wailing sounded as he tried to come down the stairs.

No one is missing.

You should be happy with that fact now.

"... Takahiro"

As I waited holding hands with Robbie, Silan stepped aside.

The distance is as close as ever.

"Do you remember your vows"

Smiling a little shy, Siran told him strongly.

"Whatever evil befalls you, I will slash you with this sword."

"... oh. I believe you."

I also responded while I was embarrassed by the emotions in my pointed gaze.

We waited for our companions to rendezvous safely because of the distance our shoulders touched.