Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 165

It's finally time to beat the Countess of Ski, but I'm a little anxious about his painful saber.

For now, should I apply the magic of pain relief?

I pretend to be a Yoyokyo prayer and gently cast myself on the magic of pain relief.

Fresh Blood Earn sees it and sneers at me.

"Don't you even be asking for God now?-Don't worry, I'll send it to the underworld immediately. If you're praying, please go slowly over there."

The tone is changing again.

I had no choice but to laugh.

Witness nobles confirm readiness and tell us.

"In accordance with tradition and formalism, here we will perform the honorable duel ceremony of the guests of Weid Grun Friedenrichter and the Count of Shmenivsky Palace."

"Both of us expect a fair and dignified fight that is ashamed of the noble name."

Me and Fresh Blood Earn lightly bowed and held their swords, according to their manners.

Just as he likes bloodshed, the fresh blood priest is in the hall. The saber was sharply pointed and ready to move at any time.

I also have a sword as Ilia teaches me. The most rudimentary form of defense.

Perhaps I've cut off my sword's arm with it, and Senshaku has been quick and quick.

"Yeah!"

Sharp piercing.

For humans, though.

My visual acuity accelerates instantly and locks on the tip of the saber.

It's an unusual attack that pokes your throat or face like a scoop, pretending to be a piercing heart

I don't know what would have happened to me, but I can only see slow motion like Bon dance.

Alright, let's fly.

I concentrate my consciousness and step forward diagonally with my left foot. You are now out of orbit of the Saber Saber. No more hit.

The right foot left behind is magically weighed for a moment and fixed to the ground instead of an anchor.

Then release the magic of strength strengthening and transfer power from right foot to waist, back and shoulders.

In front of him was the face of the fresh blood county. It's an awesome face

Perhaps my movement was too fast to catch, and I haven't seen my eyes yet.

Then do not hesitate.

I released a full swing straight with my right hand holding the sword.

The blade of a sword hooks the blade of a severely painful saber, and a sturdy hand guard hits the face of the fresh blooder.

In the severe pain saber, the ridge of the blade hits the face of the fresh blood count and breaks with the face of the count.

Doesn't it hurt when I touch it?

Less than a second to here.

`` Hobushi !? ''

What the scream.

I managed to see the ski body floating in the air and flying in slow motion with the dynamic sight of a werewolf.

One revolution.

The fresh blood, which blew off about three meters, landed on a hard ground like a playground from the face.

Almost at the same time, the broken blade of a severe pain saber spins and pierces the ground.

"Ugh oh ah!"

A great scream came up, but it wasn't my fault. Probably due to the saber of severe pain. Because we use strange magic swords.

The skier manages to blow bubbles and squeaks like a shachihoko before fainting.

I was thinking about throwing a cool line after the down, but I was fainted.

I'm a little annoyed and look back at the spectators.

They were stunned and managed to compare me to the Countess of Ski.

I felt it took a few tens of seconds in my subjectivity, but it was just a moment.

But maybe the rule of duel in Rolmund has not yet been settled?

"... Is it better to stab the end?"

The spectators seemed to return to me with the words, and hurriedly declared the end of the duel.

"Winner, Sir Weid Grun Friedenrichter!"

"Lord Shumenivsky, get firm!"

"Or, the shape of the face ..."

`` All front teeth are gone !? ''

"Call a doctor, or a healer!

It might have been kinder to kill me.

I managed to look off the Countess of Ski on the stretcher and look at the sword I was holding.

The tough hand guard was distorted by the impact.

"It's difficult to adjust."

I return the sword to the fresh blood attendant and return to eat dinner.

I thought the sunset was redder and more beautiful than the Earl's blood smeared in the sand.

"Thank you for fighting for my honor. Thank you, Lord Weid."

"I'm your ally. I've only done what I expected, and it has a different purpose."

It's like a jock who abuses a geek lady in a school caste and feels sick.

At Eleora's private residence in the Imperial City, I was eating a stew of Rolmund's specialty beef while being thanked by Eleora. Similar to Beef Stroganoff.

"But you didn't kill the Earl?"

In this world, beef is hard to eat because livestock is underdeveloped. Let's eat it if you're a princess.

I rewind my consciousness a little while enjoying the melting taste of the stewed beef.

Eleora was saying something now.

Ah, it didn't kill the Count Ski.

Eleora continues, pouring wine into the waiter.

"The people of Rolmund, especially the aristocrats, are obsessive. There is also the saying, 'Whoever remembers the previous winter can pass the next winter.'

I felt like that somehow.

But I smile evil.

"I don't have to worry. There's a reason I've kept that extraordinary path alive and alive."

"Reason?"

Elleora looks strange and looks away with her next aide, Bolsch.

I replied,

"Effective use of the dead can only be done by necromancers ..."

"Do you want to do it?"

Parker cut in from the side, so I signal my kite with my gaze.

Immediately, the kite drags Parker back and forth and takes him to another isolation room.

"I'm sorry Parker, this is also a job."

“Wait! I want to try a new technique that I developed with my professor!”

The siblings disappeared, leaving only the lines that are strangely anxious.

I turned to Eleora and reiterated.

"A living person has a use, whether it's an incompetent person or a clear enemy."

"... are you planning something again?"

"It's not such a big deal.

I flattened all the meat, wiped my mouth with a napkin and got up.

"Even if you have just competed, are you going out again now? Is it too late?"

I laugh unintentionally because Eleora has a strange face.

"It's no fun for a werewolf, such as a duel with a human opponent. The real work is from here. You are resting slowly. And ... well, could you give me one pot plant there?"

“Is it a potted plant?

I laugh at Eleora while changing into a loose folk costume in southern Miraraldia.

"I'm going to visit the Earl. Rashi, please accompany me."