Monster no Goshujin-sama

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A scream that pushed the pain to death echoes low into the aisle.

As it was played, Silan looked back.

"Ugh, gu gu..."

So what she saw was that one knight fell tangled in spider thread.

On the body of a knight sealed in motion, there is a spider larger than the size of a man.

Upper body of a woman growing from the body of a spider.

Arakune.

No matter, it's not Gabella. It was a separate individual.

"A, a, a...!

Unlike Gabella, who is a high monster, the normal Arakune also looks monstrous in his upper body.

Ripped mouth wide open to ear.

Shortly afterwards, two protruding fangs tore the two arms of a desperate resistant knight.

"What, oh!?

Blood splashes away, removing the sword that the knight barely had.

Naturally, that doesn't end there.

Arakune stripped his fangs in an attempt to pursue further.

Weakened knights of resistance do not have the art of responding to it.

Even as you do with your assistant knife, you stay away from Silan's place.

As it is, it must have been terrible.

That did not happen because a sword swung from the side flew the woman's monster's neck.

"Hey, you okay!

The Lord of the Sword was Gordon-Caville, a big, bald-headed man with black skin - vice president of the Cathedral Knights.

Having saved the crisis of his subordinate, the Knight, he ascertains its cheapness.

"... Yes. No problem."

While greeted, the helped knight rose.

Siran, watching, breathed relieved.

I am injured, but that would have nothing to do with my life.

He doesn't seem to be frustrated either.

That was the elite of Cathedral Knights Unit II, which sounded like a sound.

"Okay. That's the last of it."

Gordon nodded back at his men and looked around.

Silan also turned his gaze around.

The aisle was strewn with a giant spider's nest.

It was Arakune's nest.

The spider's nest is not a great density, but is stretched out prolonged ahead.

In that sight, eight knights try to raise and lower their shoulders and catch their breath.

Everyone was more or less injured.

They were diocesan knights guarding Takahiro Mashima's neighborhood.

He noticed something strange and jumped into the room and was caught in a metastasis.

He was now joining Silan and fighting to defend himself.

"Master Gordon."

Silan spoke as Gordon looked around at the knights who handled the injury quickly.

"I have a suggestion, may I?"

"What is it"

"I still wonder if I should fight too."

Maybe it was too much.

Still, Silan couldn't help but make a suggestion.

Up to this point, she was traveling protected by the diocesan knights, including Gordon.

But she's not just an ordinary person to be protected.

At least, she knew that her help could contribute greatly to the survival of everyone here.

"It doesn't work that way."

But Gordon clearly declined the offer of help.

It's not just a rebellion or anything.

It was a calm decision, a firm belief, and, more importantly, a response based on readiness.

"In Lord Silan's story, our position is probably furthest from Master Mashima. Whatever it was, it meant rendezvous would be the last time. If so, what we need to do now is protect you from persistence."

"Dear Gordon..."

Silan can also outperform the legendary white spider Gabella deep in the tree sea if it is a short battle.

But on that half side, I'm not good at sustained combat alone.

In situations where you don't know when you can rendezvous, you better avoid fighting as much as possible.

Gordon was right.

… but without regard for their own safety.

"Our duty was to protect Master Mashima. But this is what got me into. If you can't at least deliver Lord Silan, I'm sorry."

Gordon said in a resolute voice, his knights also nodded with determination.

Those behaviors do not take into account the fact that Silan is an elf of a discriminated race or, in addition, an undead.

Protect what you need to protect by betting on yourself.

That's all I can feel.

They were undoubtedly knights.

He offered his sword for righteousness, and was a depressed man.

Or didn't mean it was just a throwaway bowl.

"Besides, Lord Silan. We're not that easy to die for."

Gordon continued.

In fact, they have defeated a total of about ten monsters in sporadic combat so far.

In the meantime, I haven't suffered any fatal injuries as one of them.

"... if that's what you say"

At the end of the day, Silan accepted Gordon's point.

Sure, if we stay like this, we might even row to rendezvous without missing a single one.

Because it seemed so.

"After a short break, let's move"

"Okay."

Silan nodded and narrowed his eyes.

"Master Gordon and the others are strong."

"... that's abrupt"

"No. I was just thinking. Because this incident, if you are a normal knight, is not a strange thing to shake."

One of the brave men acted hostilely against someone the Cathedral Church decided to protect.

Normally, I get confused.

Their attitude toward what they could and should do had something to go through with Silan's precious boy as well.

"That's the prestigious Knights of the Diocese. We've seen it."

"No. Such a thing. It's also fascinating to be told by" The Best Knight in the North Side of the Tree Sea ", named after the Tree Sea."

Gordon frowned thickly after he said it in a manner strict as such.

"... and not if you're confused right now."

"Is Okazaki the all-purpose vessel?"

"And then there's probably the 'angel doll' ottomer, too. I don't know what kind of magic tool you used, but it was something that made a big deal out of you."

Seeing Gordon expose his proselytism, Silan remembered when he metastasized.

"Is it a magic tool? Speaking of which, you had a loud noise just before the metastasis. At that time, after a while, something might have been used..."

I was about to tell you, and I frowned.

My gaze almost reflexively falls off Gordon and I look across the spider's nest stretched out in the aisle.

"Be careful, it's Arakune!

Currently, she does not use spiritual magic.

I realized it was simply due to my feeling as a sharpened knight.

The Arakunes are approaching with their eight legs clasped.

Most of all, that was more than expected as we went down the strewn passage of Arakune's nest.

Everyone was mindful.

There was just one computational difference there.

"Seven bodies in all. No, more...?

Gordon roared, acknowledging the enemy shadow that appeared from across the aisle.

The knights, including Silan, thought that many of the Arakunes in the nest would be about four or five bodies.

That was normal.

However, the number of Arakunes who showed up far exceeded expectations.

"Master Gordon! Not good, the enemy is over ten!

Hearing Silan's warning, all the knights on the spot made their faces stretch.

The Cathedral Knights are hand-worked and have the power to fight monsters one-on-one against one another.

Furthermore, man's greatest weapon is in mass combat.

If trained diocesan knights work together to fight a handful of monsters, it's not impossible to end up crusading with dozens.

That's how humans fight.

But the number of enemies that emerged in reality is twice as high as assumed.

This is a favorable battlefield for Arakune, and even harder to deal with if there are more enemies.

Different calculations, but here's the thing.

For the Silans, it could also be described as an unfortunate coincidence.

"Dear Gordon, I will join the war!

Silan put his strength into his sword-shaking hand.

Originally, if the dead were about to come out, I was going to give them a hand in the fight, even forcefully.

The Gordons are knights, but they are knights again.

He held the sword to protect something.

You can't be watching in silence.

But this is no longer a little bit of a helper knife, a level I don't know if I can cut through without sacrifice.

Silan, who had so decided, had decided to be ready to do his utmost.

Takahiro Mashima's family and strongest corner.

If the physical abilities of the undead are combined with the power of the spiritual user, they can exert equal or greater power on Silan than the average brave man.

There's no more power, but there's no choice.

And, so determined, Gordon opened his mouth.

"No. Not yet."

"Master Gordon!?

"I'm not being mean"

Gordon shook his neck to the side to surprise Siran.

Quiet. He was making a decision.

"We still have our hands. If you're going to give us a trump card, you should still give it to us."

"Huh..."

Silan breathed.

I felt the pressure of magic coming from Gordon.

The pressure is no less than the once sworded metastasizer, Tatsuya Shigami.

Gordon declares to the Arakunes who are still trying to strike.

"I am Gordon-Gawill, descendant of the hero" The Glowing Wings ". Wings inherited from ancestors protect and mercy everything"

On the back of a giant man covered in armor, wings grew.

It was pure white wings.

It's small, luxurious, beautiful, and nothing like a giant for flattery.

But that may have been natural, given that it reproduces the abilities of former braves.

For it is told that his original bearer, the brave man who is legendary in the name of the Glowing Wings, was a poor girl.

Most importantly, its likeness did not impair the reproduction of the power of the brave.

"Ooh. There's light from Master Gordon's" Glowing Wings "!

"My body is full of strength......!

The shining knights raised their voices full of joy.

Speaking of brave men, those who hold swords and go to the head of the battlefield, but some, albeit a few, are not.

auxiliary abilities, and there are some examples where the person did not gain combat power.

The brave "Shining Wings" is said to have possessed the highest class of auxiliary abilities among one of them - the historical brave.

The power was reproduced here.

"Let's go!

The battle with Arakune began.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

With the power of Gordon's "Glowing Wings," the knights moved so differently that they could see.

The combat abilities of one knight outweigh those of Arakune.

While preventing attacks, adding counterattacks and sometimes injuries, they definitely shred numbers.

Damn, it was an amazing sight.

"This is' Shining Wings'"

Highest class auxiliary ability.

Improved physical ability. Increased physical strength. Magic power enhancement. Injury recovery. Morale.

That was the sight as it was of the legend of The Glowing Wings.

Regardless, the high level of combat ability of the underlying knights would also have been a reason.

This is the second unit of the Cathedral Knights led by Gordon-Caville.

Siran remembered its prestige, which even sounded like a far-flung Fort Chile, and found out that it was never exaggerated.

So much less, the battle is over.

"Excellent work"

When the battle was over, Silan spoke to the breathtaking Gordons.

Already from the back of the giant man, the wings of the light had disappeared, but its beautiful glow was burning in Silan's eyes.

While demonstrating his abilities, Gordon, who was waving his sword himself, looked somewhat worn out, but there was still room for that appearance.

This alone could have been a proof that Gordon is an excellent knight.

"What? My power is just inherited"

However, the person in question was a humble one.

"It is the ancestral brave 'Shining Wings' who are wonderful, and it is the men who should be forced to work, not me"

"What do you say"

It was a young knight of his men who sandwiched his mouth.

"Master Gordon's help is wonderful. Even if I say 'gracious beloved', very few can exert their power on a practical level. Amongst other things, didn't Gordon get a rare 'exact match' at the end of the drill?"

"'Exact Match'...?

As Silan tilted his neck, the young knight nodded.

"We inherit the blood of our former braves and sometimes recreate our abilities. But its reproducibility is inconsistent. In order to reach a perfect reproduction, you need to lay a drill on the drill, strengthen it physically and mentally, and then bring the way of the soul closer to the former brave man. That's not half-baked."

"Is that an exact match?"

When Silan was convinced, Gordon shook his head sideways.

It's awe-inspiring.

And, although he said it himself, it felt like Silan should be proud enough.

The grace of the brave - the intrinsic ability of the transferee stems from the wishes of the individual.

If so, it can be said that the fact that it 'exactly matched' the former brave suggests the way Gordon is.

Whatever, I guess Gordon won't be proud because he's such a well done person.

"Besides, I and others are not at all the same as Harrison, the leader of the regiment. That's where all knights should aspire. I am nothing but immature."

"Are you Master Harrison-Addington?"

Siran also naturally knew the story of the current leader of the Knights of the Diocese.

"You're a high caller with" The Knight Among the Knights. "I've seen your face once since I've been here, but I'm sure your reputation doesn't lie about how much you value it."

"Talk to me when you get a chance. 'Cause you're a wonderful person."

"Yeah. Absolutely."

Even in such an emergency, there is something to be gained.

We would have been lucky to have been flown with the Gordons in this incident, which was Silan.

Being knights, they were compatible and were able to build trust early on.

Silan found out about Gordon's personality.

That's when we got over this case, this relationship of trust must have a good impact between the diocesan church and Takahiro Mashima.

"Let's get over this for the day."

Silan said that with a smile on his face - making his expression strong.

It wasn't over yet.

"No way, no way"

Tickling spider legs.

Beyond the strewn nest, see new enemy shadows.

That number is about ten additional bodies.

I come here to show my hostility.

"All hands, prepare for battle!

Immediately Gordon gave instructions and unfolded the 'Shining Wings' inherited on its back.

That's as many as I just did.

I can deal with it... but I can.

"Whatever it takes, it's too much...!

Twenty bodies in such a short time.

Even in the Tree Sea, that's the number that never hits.

This is no longer the level of computational difference.

It was unusual.

"What the hell is this place...!?

The doubts are enormous, and Silan makes him feel crisis.

The scattered colleagues are aiming to rendezvous with each small group.

There were differences in the fighting abilities of each group.

There are combinations that you can do whatever this level of enemies push at you.

We'll get through this ourselves.

But some of them were going to be pretty tough.

"Takahiro..."

Away from the important boy, all Silan could do was wish him well.