Fang from right hand.
Slash.
Nails on left leg.
Dare you take it, slay it. Severe pain.
Slash. Heal wounds, severe pain disappears.
Slash the next enemy.
The crimson tsu fills the space.
Beat and slaughter with a shield.
Let it pierce and slash.
Let it bite and slay.
Slash closely.
Slash. Slash. Slash.
Ts, ts. My vision stains red.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!
It was an unusual flat press.
Built-up muscle strength, too.
And sharpened skill.
And a refined spirit.
Everything, it's not there.
Just leave it to the performance of the Devil's Sword and chop it into flat presses.
There was a battle there that was extremely helpless, unusual, poorly dressed, and made me want to cry.
I'm sorry about the three of you.
Pity.
I kept slashing and throwing away the Warcraft like crazy, spilling tears.
How many bodies would I have slashed down while bathing in blood and organs?
But we need to slash more.
More, more………
"Stop, that's enough!
A shout that echoes in my ear. The wings were tightened.
…… it's Mr. Leistoff.
Notice, there was nothing moving.
"Ah..............."
Kimyra was running away somewhere.
Around is not a metaphor, but a sea of blood and organs.
Neither Mr. Leistoff nor the adventurers are intact...
"Treat Meneldor quickly, he's going to die!!
When I was told, I was annoyed.
"Meh, Menel!!
Running over to roll.
He was black scorched.
That brilliant face is burning down and I can't see a shadow.
The arms are twisted and some fingers are missing.
"Ah, oh............!
Pray. Pray.
The miracle of the God of Lightning heals Menel's body.
"Oh, please."
Tears seep.
"Wake up, don't... don't go..."
It's a terrible wound. He hardly wakes up, though he slowly heals.
Pray. Pray.
My head flutters.
Speaking of which, I wonder how much he slashed and how much he kept immersing himself in the power of the Devil's Sword.
Is it the recoil?
Brad would also be undead as soon as he got it, and he would never have done a detailed verification.
This is a side effect of Eat Up (Overeater) ……?
Yeah, but treat Menel, don't...
Yes, thinking.
The ground suddenly leaned diagonally and my consciousness turned dark.
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... I was in the village when I woke up. He just got back.
Mr. Leistoff and his four men retreated in charge of me and Menel.
Fortunately, the Herd of Warcraft had all been slashed and discarded by me, and there was no sign that Kimaira would strike again on the spot.
Menel was spared death.
It started with Tsubasa's Shoes (Wing Boots) and several pre-applied - Vitality Enhancement (Vitality) - giving credit.
In response to Kimyra's beating, Tsubasa's Shoes (Wing Boots) prevented her from stomping, and she didn't have to die instantly because she was blown away.
Although I was dying from the ensuing collision into the rocks and exhalation of the flames, I managed to hold my breath by granting it, and my prayers took shape in time.
Menel just hasn't woken up seriously yet because I lost my mind on the demon sword recoil along the way and the treatment is inadequate.
"Why... why did you let Kimaira fight such a bucket and Menel from the front!
When I was washing my face and checking how my body was feeling because I heard about the situation and immediately went to Menel for treatment.
I was surprised that Vi came along with Tonio and was eaten like that in tears.
"Hey, why, 'cause Menel's one of us."
"Will is a hero! You're strong, but you're amazing! Even though Menel is much weaker than Will!
Huh.
"Why didn't you protect him……"
Vi grabbed my chest, and I sneered.
"Uh, no."
Guard?
Because Menel and I are equal friends...
Why am I protecting it like it's normal?
"Vi. Situationally, Mr. Menel seems to have been relative to Kimyra in circumstances where he had no choice and...
Excuse me, Mr. Will. I saw Mr. Menel's terrible trauma earlier, and Vi seems to be in a mood for it. "
"……………… sorry.
That's right, even Will put up his body and did it desperately and worked hard until he fell...
I was confused. … sorry, forgive me. "
Fine, shake your head to the left and right.
... That's right. Situationally, that one had no choice.
He was a big bad hand at the time of the trap when it came to what was wrong in the first place, and the good and bad hands from it were too chaotic to make any judgment.
If I'm on my way to Kimyra's response, it's possible that everyone was swallowed by the Warcraft Assault.
Doubtful, at best, even if the choice to leave it to Menel, who is the most trustworthy companion, was not at his best. It shouldn't have been a visible bad hand.
... I didn't, I should have.
Something. I feel like something is eating wrong.
What? I don't know what I'm talking about.
What, to………
- In my heart. Dark flashes tingle.
"......"
Right. It's not a tactic (...), it's a calculation of the power (...)
In the first place, there was a perception that Menel was a reciprocal companion who didn't need to be protected...... wrong (...) and what if?
If I looked at the power of the war around me, including Menel, with colored glasses, how about that?
Then my judgment is the judgment of an outrageous fool.
And how about it, actually.
Even Bi, maybe Tonio, recognized it this way.
I'm much stronger than Menel. [M]
If it's a battle, I'm the one sheltering Menel.
... In fact, it is.
In today's world (...), I'm too strong (...).
And yet, why haven't you thought about it before?
Thoughts turn in the wake of their words. Something crawls out of the dark areas behind my chest.
... maybe, unconsciously, I've been trying not to think about it.
About the fact that I have a terribly high standard of ability in this world.
I've avoided thinking deeply.
No matter how much I was praised for my abilities around me, I kept humbling myself.
I have lifted someone else who is quite capable and shamed my immaturity.
'Cause you're gonna admit it.
I've avoided pitying anyone, no matter how pathetic they look at their misery.
I tried to be just a good problem-solver.
'Cause you're gonna admit it.
Because if they (...) are not (...) equal to me (...), they will admit (...).
Because that is.
I was wondering if someone could stand next to me and fight.
I was wondering if that would be an act that would impose a tremendous burden on someone.
If I admit so, I (...) can't be (...) like the three of us (...).
Like those three.
Because we don't get a back-to-back, supportive, respectful comrade.
But how about it, actually.
Menel, who asked to be so, is weak. The first time I fought, I knocked him out.
Even in the battle with the Fei Long, he just expanded my Word a little and helped me drop the Wyburn.
That's all.
Such a simple fact that he was so weak compared to me that I unconsciously distracted myself from nature and my gaze from something I didn't like.
... Why is that so scary?
The moment I think about it, the darkness rises in my heart again.
rooms of previous life.
in a room with no one.
My parents' dead house.
A quiet place.
Scary.
Scary.
Lonely.
Hard.
I don't like...
"... oh, Will, you, what a face..."
He looks up at me, ignores Bi, who looks annoyed, and Mr. Stiff Tonio, and stands up.
Yeah, what is it?
That's what happened.
It was easy.
I didn't like one. [M]
I was scared.
Something about not having someone around.
That's why I was forced to see the person I was supposed to protect, the person I was supposed to save, as being equal.
Even if God is pitiful, because it is only from God's point of view. He said he was one to be pitied, and that's why he had the same gaze.
That's how I made excuses and gently forced myself to stand on the same spot as myself... and nearly crushed Menel.
However, he said he didn't like to be lonely, for the worst reasons.
- I finally get it. Well, that didn't work.
Walk out.
Let's go to Menel's house first. We have to treat him.
"Well, don't wait...... wait, Will! Sorry, I said too much earlier! If you're disturbed, I apologize......!
"Mr. Will, please wait. Wait! There's something wrong with you right now!
Vi and Tonio are in such a hurry.
I wonder what's wrong.
I'm so grateful to them.
"Vi, you don't have to apologize for anything. Because I'm not angry.
... Tonio, too, is fine. Thanks. "
I laughed.
I laughed sincerely.
"Thanks to both of us, I finally figured it out."
Vi blued, hissed, and breathed.
Tonio is staring at me and sweating.
I wonder why. I don't know.
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Outside the window.
It's raining. Bruises, don't stop coming down.
Menel was put to bed in a relatively wealthy farmhouse in one of its rooms.
The wound has not healed and the bandage is stained with fluid from burn marks everywhere. Breathing is painful.
But the cheeks, the silver hair looks dull.
Vi lost her peace and she couldn't help but eat me. [M]
… this is my sin.
He tried to be unconscious about it, thinly aware that it was overwhelmingly strong.
To the superior, I was ashamed to be an asylum, I was afraid. I hated solitude.
From his responsibility to power, he fled.
That's why this happened.
Let's do it alone.
Do it alone.
You shouldn't put such a burden on others to stand next to me in this fight.
Like the three of us, we can't be, okay?
Pray.
God, please heal this, poor Menel.
As usual if you pray, God healed Menel right away.
Tragic burn marks. Everything disappears lightly as the claw marks begin to heal.
and the creases shake my vision.
Revelation?
"... eh"
Um, always wearing a robe, a faceless god.
A brunette, an oligarchy girlfriend.
I saw a vigeon grating his robe, frowning sadly, and pulling his mouth tied.
"Oh......"
Oh, God. You're worried, aren't you?
But it's okay.
Until now, I've been stupid.
Immediately, I will try to stop that grief.
Rest assured.
Me, all of it. As far as I can reach, all of it.
As your sword, as your hand, I will try to save you properly.
"It's okay. I'm on my own, I'll fix everything."
That's how I whine and leave the room pretentiously.
Return to the house where I slept.
I have equipment.
I checked everything.
What, worst of all, I wish I had a body, a sword and a spear.
Sickness and injury can be cured, meals are given.
If that bothers you. If you don't even have something to protect you from.
If you don't save anything... I can kill anything.
I'm very strong.
I even killed the evil god's split.
Even Fei Long can kill with his bare hands.
Like a character in a computer game with a kanst of levels.
Or like a modified character messing with data with cheat codes.
In this world, push through and be strong.
That's why it's okay.
Let's kill Kimyra. Let's make this region peaceful. All enemies can be given to the Blood Festival.
To be good. To do justice. That's the most efficient way to do it in the shortest possible time.
That's the best way to embody God's will.
Think of it that way, fluttering out the gate of the house as it is struck by the rain.
Outside the village, in the woods...
"……… Hey."
A standing figure.
Silver hair. Poor face, pulled lips.
And the jade eyes burning in anger.
When did you get up? When did you turn around?
- Meneldor was there.