Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants

Episode 171

The man who served as the freshman's caretaker stopped in front of me and briefly bowed.

"I am the Baron of the Palace, the other day, who served as the assistant to Count Shumenivsky."

It is a natural behavior, but there is no gap in each of these casual acts.

Looks like a pretty user.

"... I'm seeing you again, Lord Barnaq. I'm going to greet you again, I'm the Vight."

I offered him a seat and he sat on a chair.

"Have you heard about the Earl?"

I nodded because Barnark asked so.

"You're recuperated at the Dniesk family's mountain cottage. I'd like to go to see him, but it looks a bit difficult."

Then Barnaq smiles a little.

"Yes. By the way, today I came to apply for a duel. It's my personal will, ostensibly, but it's Prince Dniesk who ordered me to come here."

"Is it a de facto proxy duel?"

In Rolmund's duel, an agent can be set up. It doesn't make much sense to win, so there's not really much to do.

Then, Barnaq explained whether he had read my expression.

"The Duke of Dniesk has the right to inherit the throne. Due to his position, he cannot do a duel.

Is that so too?

"What is the duel, Lord Barnaq?"

"Of course, to restore the honor of Count Shumenivsky. There may be only one person fighting for him."

The tone and the smell of sweat showed that he was fighting with a sense of duty alone.

I stand up.

"I see. When will you do it?"

"That's what you decide, Lord Vight in a duel."

"Let's do it now."

He doesn't seem to care, and I want to end it.

I and Sir Barnaq choose a sword.

I prepared a set of general swords of the Lorumund army. I use the dagger closest to the sense of manual fighting. It's a pretty noisy guy to stab an enemy.

On the other hand, Lord Barnaq has a battlefield saber.

It's not the delicate thing nobles usually use. It is strong enough to penetrate the chain mail when pierced, and has enough weight to cut bones if cut.

Sir Barnaq, who saw the blade, laughed as if impressed.

"I have a good sword."

"Your Highness Eleoura is just a direct choice."

That princess is a very particular type of tool selection and care. "A weapon that breaks when it matters is worse than an enemy," she says.

I think so too.

I and Sir Barnaq held a sword.

I hold the dagger in my left hand and hold it in the other hand. With your right foot forward and your right hand forward.

Sir Barnaq sees it and grumbles.

"Is it going to be pulled with your right hand and stabbed with a dagger?"

Have been spotted.

Tackles and kicks can also be used in actual battles, but as expected it is a bad impression with a sword duel.

If only hands can be used, tactics will be limited.

I smiled without changing my attitude.

"Well, how about?"

Sir Barnaq stared at me with a serious face, but soon renewed her sword silently.

It is not a piercing, but a cut from the top.

As the witnesses declare the start of the duel, Sir Barnaq will step in without any warning. There was no preparatory action.

I succeeded in capturing it with the dynamic visual acuity of a werewolf, but I would never have seen it in my previous life.

When I saw the trajectory aiming at the shoulder, I tried to dodge immediately, but the trajectory suddenly changed and attacked.

`` Kuh !? ''

Avoiding the sword line aimed at the neck with a piece of paper, the sound of the shirt collar breaking.

I will fight back.

When he thought, Lord Barnark turned his wrist and saw a second sword. It's faster than humans.

Next to the attack in the upper row aimed at the neck is the middle sword that cuts into the side.

"Happiness!"

Sir Barnaq was like a demon.

I'm out of balance because of my previous evasive action.

No, it's unavoidable.

I release the hardening magic I prepared and make my right hand harder than iron for a moment.

"This!"

There was a metallic sound of pacin.

A sturdy saber blade breaks from the middle and pierces the lawn.

I wondered if this would come to an end, but Sir Barnaq went further.

The remaining blade passes through my defenses and cuts up at the side.

dangerous.

"Mr. Weid !?"

"Weid!"

Rashiy and Fern screamed at the same time.

Sir Barnaq and I look over the shoulder from close range, and Sir Barnaq laughs.

"I'm losing."

A few millimeters from his nape was where my dagger was cut.

I suddenly made a full revolution, evading and simultaneously attacking Lord Barnaq's neck with a back fist.

Instead of a fist, the last dagger was visited.

He knew he was going to win, and stopped immediately, so he stopped it.

If he hadn't stopped, I wouldn't have been too relaxed to stop.

was scary.

It was a bit scary to show my back to such a swordsman, albeit for a moment when I fired a back fist.

The best swordsman I know is the Dragon Knight Bartse, but the skill of Lord Barnaq is comparable.

It was magic that allowed me to win without transforming. I don't know if I can win if I fight again.

Sir Barnaq returns a broken saber to me and smiles clean.

"My defeat was Lord Sir Weid. You're far more accustomed to the battlefield than me."

Let's use even the hardening magic of the trump card, there will be no complete loss.

Others may not have noticed, but Lord Barnaq must have noticed that I used magic.

But he didn't say anything and bowed to me.

"Thank God for the good luck you have with your skill. Great."

"No, I've never fought with a swordsman like you. You're ..."

Then I heard the aristocrats shouting loudly from around.

"Did you see, now the battle between Sword Lord and Duel Lord?"

"Yes, I felt even the gods."

"A match between masters is so beautiful."

Wait, there are two unknown words.

Lord Sword Sword would be this Lord Barnark.

First of all, I'm surprised. He seemed to be a pretty celebrity.

The continuous attack from the current feint, and the fighting spirit and skills that will cut into the saber regardless of the break.

Certainly worthy of being called sword sacred.

That's it.

What is a duel Lord?

"Well, kite ..."

"If you only duel this way, you'll get one of the nicknames."

The kite sighed as he leaned back.

Is that so too ...

At that time, a loud voice resounded.

"Sir Barnaq is a swordsman of the Dniesk family, a master of the Sathimael school of biography.

Who is that kind of person?