Monster no Goshujin-sama

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Travis, who had managed to escape the village, was on his way to the rendezvous point where he was meeting, before the start of the operation.

Not one of my men broke into the village with me.

Everybody got hit by a dragon.

But Travis still has a lot of men.

I haven't even broken the 'Holy Eye' curse on the white spider.

As long as you rendezvous with your men, you can rebuild them.

Yes, Travis himself was thinking.

Until you see reality.

"... What is this?"

Forgetting his usual graceful behavior, Travis groaned blankly.

In front of him, there were about twenty of his men.

Everyone and he were worn out.

"Nah... what happened! Somebody, somebody give me an explanation!

About two hundred Cathedral Knights Unit IV.

In time, we raided the pioneering village of Silan's hometown, and that was all we came back to.

The main unit, which launched the attack from the front, had been devastated by a double hit of Rose's trump card, the battle costume Fire Works.

Another blow that spared no effort when he rebuilt his magic defense and invaded again.

Although less damage was done than at first, the magic defense was lifted with it.

If we were attacking here, we could actually break through, but they don't even know how many bullets there are.

Even then, the unit was forced to retreat temporarily.

Again, Rose relinquishes the line of defense against the main unit that has attacked him.

As he was retreating while holding back by a sporadic counterattack, Gabella and Lily joined him and drove the squad into retreat.

When I was in the standstill team, none of them had come back.

There were also about ten people who escaped from the surprise raids of Gabella and Lily, but it was disastrous that they were a rapid assault force on a roadless path.

There's no way they can afford to worry about direction when they run desperately into a chisel, and they're shipwrecked as they are.

Given the land pattern of the tree sea, the possibility that they will be safe is hopeless.

Except if there's a rescue, there's no room for that in the fourth unit right now.

In the first place, Travis, the captain, had no idea of that kind.

"Ku...... damn! Shit, shit, shit!

Travis scratched his head.

The fact that his men died was in itself a good thing for him.

However, it was not a good idea for the fourth unit as a whole to have fallen into a state of devastation.

I don't have my place as a captain.

A man named Travis has been on the path of glory so far.

Inability to be born.

Excellent combat sense.

Spirituality that makes others feel nothing.

All of them pushed him to heights.

Travis thought that even the highest class honor in the world, captain of the Cathedral Knights Unit IV, was natural.

It was angry to have a few captains up there, but I had decided to pull them all down in my mind eventually.

But that path of glory broke off here.

"This can't stop happening!

Who the hell is to blame for this?

Travis beat up a knight who was entrusted with the command of the main unit.

Without allowing resistance, I put in a kick in the chase.

"Yours! It's your fault! What are you going to do!

The other knights never stopped the assault.

They didn't have the nature to shelter someone, because Travis was a superior officer and, more importantly, he feared that his anger would fly on him.

"... what the hell?

It was then that Edgar returned.

"Edgar-Givalsh...... you're back"

With his blood-running eyes, Travis glared at Edgar.

"... it was too late. Why didn't you join us soon after you left us?"

"I was encountering Takahiro Mashima and Shiran"

"Did you kill him?"

"As you can see. It's a failure."

"What happened to Zoltern"

"Dead."

Edgar sat at the root of the tree.

"Really? So, did you come home to congratulate yourself?"

It was a statement about which mouth says, but no one points that out.

Edgar also stared at the ground without saying anything.

Seeing a number of knife wounds on that body, Travis giggled spirally.

"Knock on your big mouth, is that your zama? You know how much the" Ghost of War "couldn't kill one dying woman."

I can't use it, Travis poisoned me in the head.

Powerful 'war ghost' abilities, but that's also a constraint.

To some extent, if you use your power, you won't be able to activate it for a while.

I can't always use this one either.

It's just the guys who can't use it.

And Travis suppressed his desire to curse everyone on this occasion.

Not yet.

Calm down.

I still have my hands to return to.

Travis had 'thoughts'.

"... Edgar-Givalsh. Let's give you a chance to save it."

With a gentle voice, only eyes remained frozen, Travis said.

Edgar still has a use for it.

If that's the case, it was a man named Travis who could change as much as he wanted, such as the outside surface.

"As it is, you won't be able to fit belly bugs either. May the name of" The Ghost of War "remain unclean?"

Though the tone is calm, the substance, it was a stirring word.

But Edgar, voiced, remained seated.

Travis wondered.

Edgar is a temperamental man.

I'm not the kind of person who laughs and accepts defeat.

Under the circumstances, you could have been mad.

And yet, this adultery.

Are you out of your mind?

Then, trouble.

Fools remain fools, and if they don't storm around, they'll be in trouble.

Not good enough for this, Travis began to think about the next word he would say.

It was then.

"... oh. Right. You have to put it on before you drop it."

With a low, stubborn voice, Edgar snapped.

"No forgiveness."

Travis froze his spine slightly more than relieved that there was a response, to what was called in that voice.

Edgar didn't sink.

Rather the other way around.

I was so deeply mad that there was no more.

"I wanted to fight a strong man. Oh, yeah. I wanted to kill him after I had fully demonstrated this power. Losing and getting killed is certainly humiliating. But being celebrated and 'survived' like this is a bigger disgrace than that."

A lot of negative emotions overflow.

Even if you haven't become a ghost, it's like letting the surroundings know that Edgar-Givalsh is a ghost.

"Before I drop this, I'll definitely let you put it on"

"Edgar......"

Travis took a look at Edgar's current situation and chuckled inside.

But I didn't even give it a bite.

"Yep, that's not something you can forgive for using evil monsters or when you're an ugly ghost, a proud warrior loses"

Stepping over, Travis offered Edgar his hand.

"Let's kill Takahiro Mashima together. I will prepare you for the occasion."

Burning rage.

I can use this emotion.

Strong anger emotions produce explosive forces that you can't normally put out by letting you act abandoned bowls without looking over there at times.

Naturally, that carries the corresponding risk, but that's not what Travis knew.

Burn your life for me.

I'll crush you.

That's your...

"- Sorry, I refuse."

"Huh?"

Travis, who was about to start putting a calculus on, was punched in the void by the complaints of rejection he had returned.

Just a flash of thought blank.

The ghost blade ran through the gap.

"Gee!? Ghaaaaaa!?

The screaming of my ears rose.

Travis, who collapsed more and more, held his face with both hands and rolled around.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!?

A slight splash of blood.

The bleeding is not so much, and the wound is not deep enough for a decent one-machete.

At least, it's not like this is going to kill me.

But the blow took something irrevocable.

"Eyes!? My eyes ahhhhhhhh!?

"I told you. Let me put it down."

Edgar rose loosely.

"In the first place, this whole thing, it's probably the beginning."

Fear be upon the sword.

There was alarm, and even though he was poked at the void, he took both eyes from the 'Holy Eye'.

To the sudden murder, none of the knights on the spot can move.

The tip of the sword in Edgar's hand is wet with blood, and only the glanceless eyes dwell in a ragged and dangerous light.

It was like a ghost.

"Oh, oh, oh! Are you crazy, Edgaaaaaaaaaaaa!?

"Ugh."

Edgar kicked Travis' head around untouched.

"Bubble, gi...... haha"

Broken teeth melted to the ground.

Edgar walked over under the stuffing Travis.

"Don't say it's unreasonable. You must be the one who's been pushing it on others."

"Ha ha..."

"Don't worry. I'm not gonna kill you. Because you're worth using. I'll crush you with it."

Looking down at Travis, Edgar dropped her chilled out voice.

"Honestly, I don't like this way. But I've had enough to show you around. I know how to do it. Hey, it's Travis."

Travis has set Edgar aside as a convenient force for battle that seeks no honor, status, or money.

Like it or not, if you're not good at it, about that imitation, you can certainly do it if you want to.

Edgar said he would not kill.

I also said I would use it.

That is, hell.

Travis' face, who lost his eyes, was drawn to him by something other than pain.

"Ah, ah... wait...!

Sleep now.

Once again Edgar kicked Travis' head like a ball as he tried to beg for his life.

Travis finally silences.

Grabbing that arm, Edgar pulled over and walked out.

No one on the spot was trying to help Travis.

I was just desperate to hope that the spearhead wasn't right for me.

So when I heard that word, I couldn't do one of the reactions.

"... what a brave man"

It was like squeezing out a voice.

"He said he was dying satisfied. I'm not doing this on my own."

Was that a grudge with nothing to bump into?

Was it something else?

"I'll have it dropped, Zoltern. And so do you..."

Edgar, who draws Travis, disappeared behind the woods.