My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

"Arge, Seeds, Garble"

Three cleric warriors proceed quietly as Slate, the chief warrior, calls his name.

The three cleric warriors stared sharply at the monster, Gardo, as they raised their fighting spirit from all over his body, although it was not his voice that spoke.

Nearly twenty cleric warriors are here now. But anyway, if the opponent is a giant warcraft, there's no way twenty people can fight a human-sized opponent in unison, even though it's a demon.

If we do that, we just have a better chance of hurting each other among our people.

Perhaps the most effective way to fight one human against another is in places like three or four.

Following Slate's life, a cleric warrior named Arge takes the lead with a shield and an axe.

Seeds equipped with spears behind it. Then, a garble with a small waving baton (mace) in both hands slowly circles behind Gardo.

They are cleric warriors, not knights. There's nothing to be ashamed of about a pair of fights. Besides, the opponent is a demon. I have no hesitation in using any means, unless they are inhumane, to ensure that they are brought to an end.

Arge, who is at the forefront with his shield, packs a grunt and an intermission with the demon. And the shes stuck perfectly behind it.

When the distance between the two and Gardo reaches between the spears of the Seeds, Garble, who was circling behind him, strikes as he swung his two-handed battle stick wide up.

But Gardo reacted quickly to the attack from behind.

Looking back quickly, Gardeau avoids the attack of Garble in a dangerous manner. But what floats in Garble's face is a grin. From the beginning, he predicted that his attacks would be carried out.

My actions are disgusting. There are other fates.

It wasn't until shortly after Gardeau dodged Garble's attack that a lightning bolt burst from the shadow of the shield that Arge erected.

Large gaps in Gardo, which occurred in response to but for Garble's attacks. To literally poke through the gap, Seeds jumped out of the shadow of Arge and pounded out his whole body.

Arge is the defense, Garble is the tower, and the Seeds are each in charge of the offense. That is the must-win collaboration that the three of them have worked out thoroughly since the time of New America.

From behind, but also with Alju's body and shield blindfolded, a complete ambush if you try Gardo. But Gardo tried to respond to this attack in an incredible way.

Sometimes, Gardeau grabbed the rolled spear with his bare hands and pulled it into his hands with the power of a human being apart. As a result, Seeds, caught with a spear and attracted, collapses into position toward Gardo with his eyes open to surprise.

Seeds exposes steeples such as the neck and back to enemies. Naturally, Gardo isn't sweet enough to miss that.

On the neck of the exposed Seeds, Gardeau waves down the axe he erected.

But it succeeded in holding back Arge's shield with too much. The moment the Seeds fell apart, Arge broke into a strong break between Gardo and the Seeds with his shield in place.

Axes and shields clashed, sounding fierce to the workout ground. While Arge's shield prevents Gardo from axing, Seeds regains his posture and retreats outside between axes.

Alju and Garble, who have confirmed that the Seeds have withdrawn, also retreat quickly. And the next cleric warriors moved forward, as they alternated with the fallen ones.

"I see. Damn, you're more trained than I expected"

The person nibbles his words admirably at the sight of Gardo through his sight.

"If they work together brilliantly, even with personal skill, that fool will not be the target."

The cleric warriors of the Temple of Savaivo will never be forced against an enemy named Gardo.

Always confront with a few people and quickly switch blades with the next ones. Even though it's turned into a demon, Gardo is still an organism, too. If we keep fighting for a long time, fatigue builds up. And that would be the aim of the priestly warriors of the Temple of Savaivo, and more precisely Slate the Warrior General.

In contrast, cleric warriors can minimize fatigue by fighting alternately.

"This collaboration is the strength of Savive's cleric warriors."

By hitting Gardo as a horse, the person calmly and steadily analyzes the power of the Temple of Savaivo.

"All right, I got a general idea of the strength of the cleric warriors in the Temple of Savaivo. Remaining is…"

In Gardo's sight, the person turns his attention to Tatsumi and Calcedonia, who stare at this one.

"After all, I can't see any magic light from him right now... when I got into a bit with that idiot, I saw it clearly..."

Earlier, Tatsumi and Gardo exchanged blades, albeit slightly. At that time, it was true that the golden light, the magical light of Heaven, was shining from Tatsumi's body until it was vibrant. That's as if I can't see it now.

It's like there's no magic in Tatsumi right now.

"I didn't even use big magic, but there's no way that all that magic was suddenly gone. Then…"

The person goes around this and the thought with a bump and a grunt. And then we get to one conclusion.

"That guy... Could he be an exogenous?

Guessing the identity of Tatsumi's increasing or decreasing magic, the person grinned in the back of the hood.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!! hey...... what the heck!! If he really uses exogenous vegetables, he didn't have to plan or prepare with this at all, whether it's a shadow or not, did he?

He came up with an effective means against Tatsumi and gave a loud laugh at the way it was too easy.

"We're almost there... we're almost there, Chico. Once we've eliminated the disturbers, let's live happily together."

The person tempered his chest at the approaching happy hour with a thick, tranced look behind the hood.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!!"

As he roared, Gardeau swung his two hand axes wide.

But the cleric warriors see through the too big behavior.

Though somewhat skilled at fighting, there is a great separation between the cleric warriors, who have worked out thoroughly from the ground up, and their skill.

The four cleric warriors, who were confronted with Gardo, launched a coordinated attack that they could not tell how many times it would be after they had seen through his massive attack.

To the uninterrupted collaborative attacks of the cleric warriors, Gardo has never suffered any more deadly damage. But the fatigue accumulated is enormous, just breathing on my shoulders.

Conversely, Gardo's repeated attacks are close to none of the wounded on the cleric warrior's side, as the defensive cleric warrior perfectly discerns and dodges them.

Moreover, the wounded, albeit slightly, will recover quickly with the healing magic of Calcedonia, so only Gardo will consequently accumulate damage.

"Yeah, I always thought this guy was a little too! Are they cute featherworms gathered in shit!?"

Gardo arouses in frustration. To such a Gardo, Slate smiles coldly.

"Well, if we're featherworms gathered in shit, you mean the shit itself, right?

Slate's irony makes me laugh from the cleric warriors. The laughter further stroked Gardo's nerves, and Gardo's complexion was once again stained bright red with anger.

For the record, what Gardo calls a "feather worm" is not like an insect, but a type of ultra-small warcraft with a similar habit to a fly.

"Ugh, let it go, you bastard!! You look great, what are you going to do?"

"Great, not actually. I'm pretty great, huh? Well, at least everyone here is better than you, the escaped slave."

Slate looking around with a playful trick. Of course, I do that deliberately to provoke Gardo, but Gardo, whose roots are simple, lightly rides that provocation.

No matter how much body is taught the art of battle, Gardo's sexual roots are never "warriors". As a result, I get caught up in such a simple provocation.

Gardo, furthered by provocation, advances toward Slate as he wields an axe at the mercy of his strength.

Gardo, turned into a demon, runs considerably faster than a regular person. I quickly pack the distance to the slate that was quite there.

But that's what Slate's after.

Slate was sneaking up on Tatsumi as he provoked Gardo. Tatsumi, keenly sensing his brother-in-law's intentions, moves on his path when Gardo reaches his highest running speed.

And as he twisted himself and protruded Gardo, he quickly reached out and touched his body.

Gardo unexpectedly opens his eyes to Tatsumi, who suddenly appears in front of him. But the next moment, the view in Gardo's eyes switched to something completely different.

Suddenly Tatsumi appeared in front of him and Gardo's vision, which reflected the slates and cleric warriors behind him, turned to a side of gray.

Faster than realizing that's one of the stone columns that supports the roof of the workout, Gardo dares to hit that stone column from the face to face.

Naturally, it is Tatsumi's work.

Slate sent Gardo's body towards the nearest pillar with a metastasis. Without being able to afford to brake on Gardo, who was suddenly re-routed - who transferred him to such a distance that he could not do so - Gardo exchanges enthusiastic embraces with a sturdy stone pillar with the power of his whole body and spirit.

The sound of something crushing Gucci reaches the ears of those who were in the training ground.

Gardo clashed thoughtfully against the stone pillar from his face. No matter how much you are turned into a demon, no, on the contrary, if you clash against a stone pillar with physical abilities turned into a demon, you can't be safe.

A few steps back from the stone pillar loosely, Gardo falls to the ground on his back as he is.

His face, dewy, it had already crumbled miserably. All the front teeth are crushed, the nose is buried in the face, the right eye is crushed, the forehead is cracked and the blood is pouring out as hard as it can.

Still, Gardo still has breath in him because of the fierce vitality of the demons. If a normal human being is hit by a stone pillar with the same momentum as him, he is definitely instantly dead.

The priestly warriors have no voice in Gardo, who made a huge suicide bombing. It was too pathetic to even laugh at it.

What a strange silence dominates the training ground. It was the groaning of Gardo, who had fallen to the ground, that struck down that silence, which had been seated for a while.

Buhibu, one voice sounds like a pig's squeal, but Gardo still tries to get up.

"Ra... Ranmei... Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...?

I don't know what I'm already saying, but the left-handed eye left of Gardo still had a frivolous willingness to kill.

My body didn't move as I thought it would, and Gardeau just wanted to bring it on the ground.

Tatsumi walks over quietly to him like that. To settle this series of disturbances with your own hands.

Standing beside Gardo's crushed face, Tatsumi looks down at him with cold eyes.

"Guru... Guru, Guru, Guru... Guru, Guru..."

Gardo stretches his trembling arm to Tatsumi. Tatsumi clearly understood that Gardo intended to kill himself even in this state.

"Don't feel bad... I'm not saying. You can resent me as much as you want. But... I'll let you settle."

Tatsumi wraps the Rift Sky around the sword in his hand. And then he turned his gaze to Slate and Calcedonia.

Slate responds to Tatsumi's determination with a silent nod, and Calcedonia turns her sincere gaze to her husband without blinking.

With his back pressed by those two, Tatsumi waves up his sword, which houses the Rift Sky, as he speaks the name of the Savaive God in his mouth.

"Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu... Ya, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu... Ya, Ya, Gu... Huh!!"

Understanding his sincerity from the determination that dwelt in Tatsumi's eyes, Gardo quickly mists the will to kill, which until then had been directed at Tatsumi, desperately tries to escape Tatsumi. But the body that doesn't move as much as I think it does, it's just unusual on the spot.

"Yabe...... yabe yaguuuuuuuuuuu!!"

Tatsumi quietly waved down the sword she shook up as she silently looked down at the ugly, arousing Gardo.