Monster no Goshujin-sama

32 ~ Rose Perspective ~

How much time would you have kept fighting?

It's been a long time since I lost my sense of time.

The battle continued.

"Shh!

Scratch the magic and arrows that beat you like rain and kick the ground.

Beat the axe on the lined shield and receive a blade of retribution.

If you decide you can't do this any more, you'll change hands and feet and rearrange them.

That repetition.

Repeat, repeat, repeat….

If you were a living being with limited health, you would have been on your knees all the time, no matter how tough your flesh was.

Twenty times already, he was breaking down enemy lines.

But doing just that didn't reduce the number of enemies.

To sharpen enough to get a sense of reality, in the first place, there were too many.

Also, the majority of those who defeated had not reached the point of taking their lives, and were returning more and more to the front.

Nothing, that didn't matter.

My purpose is not annihilation.

Interference with the march and buying time.

The enemy army is depleted.

The soldiers are injured and causing fatigue to accumulate.

Even if you don't die, there must be quite a few people out there who have broken or passed out and lost their fighting power.

Time buying is a success.

Simply the same goes for the time we are fighting here, and it will take a considerable amount of time for an injured soldier to just apply the first aid he can march on.

Regardless, this one was worn out accordingly.

There was already no initial upset in the Borderline Uncle's army, and the battle only increased in intensity.

Spare parts are consumed and the remaining number is cut by thirty.

Nevertheless, this, on the contrary, means that the state can be reset thirty more times.

We can still keep fighting.

I don't think it's a bad pace.

... No. To be clear, besides my thoughts, it was at a good pace.

The increase in the ability to carry on the battle was more than expected due to the battle costume Matryosica.

The martial arts taught by Mr. Silan were giving full effect to it.

I tried to fight, I was sure.

Although under very limited conditions - my combat aptitude is fairly high right now if I confine myself to "prolonged combat against opponents pushing in numbers" after "adequate preparation periods have been given".

An instantly recoverable body as long as you are ready.

Spare armor with many available.

A wealth of disposable magic tools.

This body of the doll will not run out of breath, nor will it build up fatigue, nor will it lose strength due to injury.

In the battle with the Great Army, anyone with any more aptitude is like Sister Lily... no. If it's just a possibility, maybe there's another one, but anyway, there's no doubt that I have a great deal of aptitude for this situation.

This is a tentative story, but if we could have fought the Borderline Belgian Army in full condition, it might have been possible to fight it from the front.

Regardless, it is such a dream story in the current situation where Sister Lily and Gabella must be cut off from treatment and defense because your husband has fallen and the village elves are accompanied.

The status quo was going well enough to think about that.

With a little more effort, it should be harder for the Borderline Lord's Army to chase after your masters by the end of the day.

A little more, a little more.

If it's over... what if it's over?

A mundane thought floated like a bubble.

Oh, yeah.

We can afford more than we planned.

Then, or, or...

Is it also possible to escape this situation?

The idea was a sweet one.

I have come to this occasion ready to die, but I do not want to die otherwise.

I don't want to die.

From the bottom of my heart, I think so.

So think.

The fact that the battle using the battle costume Matryosica was more effective than I thought meant that this one was less expensive at the time it depleted the enemy.

Also, when you run away, you can expect that effect.

After I did what I had to do, there was a good chance I could get out of this battlefield.

You can run out of all your storage.

Go home to your loved ones.

The sisters who find out what's going on will be angry.

Vegetables could make you cry.

What about your husband...?

He's very kind to us, and sweet in some parts, but doing something so unsolicited might just piss him off.

They could scold me terribly.

...... oh.

How happy is that?

Once again, you'll see your loved one, and he'll be angry at you for thinking of himself.

I've never been happier.

I think I want to apologize.

Apologize again and again until you forgive me.

And if you forgive me, let me tell you.

I'm finally aware of this thought.

Such a lovely desire fills my chest - with every desire, the doll's body is shattered.

"Gi!?

Screaming.

A string of sounds from clash to crushing.

There was a terrible shock where I was engaged with a soldier.

I glanced at him without being overwhelmed.

What I recognized was a rock with a handful.

Magic.

The magic of the attack led to the shooting of rock shells.

"Gi, ga......"

Keep it up, it blows up behind your back.

My body is slapped to the ground.

On the brink of it, I twisted myself around and landed.

"... Dangerous, I was"

My right arm, which I turned to defense on the brink, was crushed.

Almost, I almost got my body smashed.

The defense made it only because we were lucky.

Immediately activating the battle suit 'Matryossica' to redecorate his arms, he dragged the replacement for the axe he had let go, out of his apron pocket.

"Now..."

Remember, I was wary.

That power.

And the precision that made me hit in battle with the soldiers.

It didn't hit me as a result of surface control.

That was a sniper.

What it means is, obviously.

And I knew that my sweet desire had just been crushed.

"... I thought I might be able to stay without seeing you, unfortunately"

What I feared was finally coming.

"Cathedral Knights"

Part of the soldier's line was opening and a group of knights dressed in heavy full-body armor appeared.

"Leave this place to us."

The number of knights who showed up was about twenty.

Not a great number, but you can't think of them the same way as the average soldier.

The knights who belong to the Knights of the Diocese are all descendants of the brave, the "blood of grace".

Combat experts honed their talents with training from childhood.

In some cases, they were even the worst enemies, inherited the abilities of former braves.

And I set up an axe, and turned again.

I first considered running away.

Nothing, because I am not fighting for my handles or honor, and fighting a mighty enemy was more than a matter to avoid than aiming to prolong the fight as much as possible.

Soon, however, the proposal had to be abandoned.

To do this, the soldiers around us were in the way.

Build walls with shields. They can't collapse without striking twice, three times.

In the meantime, it's out of the question to expose the knight to defenselessness.

I wish I could have brought it into a riot with a soldier before this happened, but this is how I got preempted, and there's nothing I can do about it more than to be captured.

I had to fight from the front.

"It's hard to encounter, so I thought maybe the Cathedral Knights weren't accompanying this legion... Was that just too good a story"

"I couldn't get out because you did it right"

One of the knights returned the words.

I wasn't expecting a reaction, so I was a little surprised.

"An attack that I don't anticipate delayed this response. As a result, disturbances were created in the communication of information. As a result, it took me a long time to supplement you to keep moving."

He was a flat-eyed man.

Seeing as he likes to talk like this, I guess he is the commander of the Cathedral Knight here on this occasion.

The earlier voice "I'll take care of this place" was also his, in retrospect.

"I didn't think you were single, going in. Beautiful dedication."

As much as the words, there was no more impressive color in the voice.

Pale.

What I say, he was a puppet-like man.

I have no hegemony.

It's just, that's why I wasn't the one to distract you.

"Let me tell you that the struggle was brilliant. Sadly, that's as far as it goes."

According to the man's words, half of the knights came forward.

The other half starts auxiliary magic on the avant-garde.

It's a tactic that the Knights of the Diocese are good at.

In previous Pioneering Village defense battles, this was avoided and intercepted in the battle costume Fireworks.

But not this time.

"Go."

The knights came under attack, following orders given by a man like a doll from the rear guard.

With exceptions like Mr. Silan's, the finest knight movement in this world.

It was the first time I could see you on this battlefield.

"... cum"

I prevented a knife of a knight who had jumped in, with an axe pattern.

With a time difference, another knight turning to the side pokes his sword in.

He jumped back and shocked his right arm.

This is the third attack.

He slashed his right wrist with an axe and was skipped.

Got hit.

Immediately change outfits - just before that, give in.

"Eat!"

A shovel passed over my head.

There are no weapons because I lost ahead from my right wrist, and I don't have time to stay in shape.

Out front.

Hit the knight who has launched a sweeping attack so that he can push it up from the bottom.

He wields the body of a raised knight and pushes it against the knight who tried to pursue him.

So finally, redecorate your right arm.

I don't have time to take out my weapon.

I poked the knight's throat in front of me with my bare hands.

My voice rose.

But that's all.

A normal person would have poked him hard enough to break the bone in his neck, but the damage is small.

It was due to the benefit of auxiliary magic of physical enhancement.

In turn with a frightened knight, two knights strike to pinch.

In the meantime, I was sticking my left hand in the pocket of the apron.

Throw the knife you took out at one knight.

The knife itself was dodged, but the simulated demon stone on the patterned butt explodes.

The blast from behind disfigured the knight.

Chance to chase, but I can't do that.

Because a knight who was approaching from the other came in with a sword.

I tried to avoid it, but it's fast.

"Gi...... ugh"

A thick sword stood on his twisted flank.

Not good.

The torso has not been able to plant the battle suit Matryoshika.

An unacceptable level of attack, due to the inability to recover instantly, has been deluded at the expense of hands and feet, but here it has finally eaten a direct hit.

Plus, chase.

My left leg came from my thigh and my just connected right arm blew out of my elbow.

They shot a rock bullet in from the rear guard just after the movement had subsided.

My body leans, losing support for one left leg.

The knights are approaching.

"Not yet!

- I spit out sharply what was in my mouth.

It was a small imitation demon stone.

I am not making words out of my vocal cords and my mouth.

By training, I was just able to move my mouth without feeling uncomfortable with my appearance, and even when I was up there, I was talking.

Keeping weapons lurking in your mouth was possible.

In the form of my own entanglement, a spitting simulated demonic stone explodes.

And I rolled over, and took off my predicament.

Even as he gives him thin black smoke from all over his body, he jumps himself.

There was a knight who stood on his feet and stepped on his feet as he was caught in the explosion.

Left leg and right arm have been redecorated.

Attack.

"You bastard!

The knight had a great rate of reflection and waved the interception sword.

Take a magically enhanced blow at the expense of your left arm.

"What... Huh!?

Squeeze your sword and try to attract it forward.

Stick a newly removed knife into the throat of an eye-opening knight.

Short screaming, the knight fell behind.

"Done..."

Now I'm finally alone.

After all that offense, finally.

I can't afford to get a sense of accomplishment.

When I redecorated my left arm, which had become useless in one blow, I took out a new axe.

Approximately, I was able to grasp the difference in my power.

The extent to which you can defeat one enemy by cutting off an attack that will fall into non-combat if you make a mistake.

It's also in exchange for a lot of wear and tear.

The Cathedral Knights are still strong.

The fighting power that each possesses outweighs the average soldier.

Now, with the aid of magic, you can consider yourself almost equal to me, or more than that, the bearer of combat capability.

It was only thanks to the properties that we could sacrifice our hands and feet that we barely fit together.

Nevertheless, as it is, it will drain spare parts with tremendous momentum.

Will my stockpiles run out fast, or will my enemies be wiped out first?

Either way, I have no ahead of me.

He still won't be able to see your husband again.

It was something I had a cruel dream about.

I mocked myself and immediately changed my mind.

I was ready from the start.

Even if my combat abilities were sustained, they were not as explosive as Sister Lily or Gabella, and I knew this would happen at the time the Cathedral Knights came out.

Even if you're discouraged by dreams that won't come true, you won't be shocked, and there's no cloudiness in your war will.

"When it does, it just takes more than one person on the road."

With an axe in his hand, he opens his legs shoulder-width apart and looks at his enemies without alarm so that he can cope with anything.

There was a voice for me like that.

"... I see. Something stronger than I thought."

He was like a doll earlier.

I have a flat eye on this one without directing my men to attack.

On the contrary, the knights were somewhat distant.

It's as if you give up your turn.

"It's the spiders who should be on guard. Slime. And then the dragon. That's what I was asking. An unexpected and powerful enemy. If you do poorly, you could be brought in to fight."

Keep the words pale to acknowledge this one.

In its waist, why, I felt an ominous thing.

There was something to remember about the atmosphere surrounding the man.

This, yes.

An increase in bottomless magic similar to those of the transferees, such as Yuna Iino and Akiho Fujitsu -.

"Do I have to cut this one too"

- That is, the reproduction of the work of the brave men who save the world.

Having inherited that power, they are called 'beloved sons of grace'.

When the man reached out his arm, he put his hand on the ground.

"'Angel Doll'"

Light rose from the ground.