Shinigami ni Sodaterareta Shoujo wa Shikkoku no Ken wo Mune ni Idaku

"" "To?

I heard a loose voice between several soldiers. And their gaze slowly turns to Cliff.

Cliff was looking at his right arm rolling to the ground like he could see even a strange object, but his expression quickly creeped and distorted.

"Hi-ha-ha!

A blood splash spreads around Cliff, and a screaming voice echoes across the street. When Zamuel shifted his gaze to the girl, a glowing sword was held in pitch black.

Besides, bright red blood runs down the tip of the sword. It is clear who caused this unusual situation.

"Ouch. No, no. It hurts. Whoa, whoa."

Cliff wets his face with tears and runny nose. He runs away desperately trying to keep away from the girl while holding her down with his left arm, which leaves her with gushing blood, but...

"Come on."

As the girl stood horizontally with her sword hanging, she threw it with ease as if singing in her nose. The sword pierced Cliff's armor mercilessly as the arrow released from the strong bow, with the black blade cuttings protruding from his chest. From there stands the likeness of a black beard.

"Kaha!... kah..."

Cliff fell to the ground like a doll with a broken thread after repeating a few small spasms. The girl's cheerful voice echoes as silence fills Canary Street.

"So I told you not to interrupt. True, humans are belligerent creatures, aren't they? Or are you not getting my word right? Because human language is quite complicated."

When the girl vomits an unintelligible word, she pulls out her sword as she steps on Cliff's head, transformed into an unspeakable body (rather). And when he shook off the bloodstain, which was largely attached to the sword, he turned his eyes to the soldier who stood on the spear.

"Ohhhhhhh!

The eyed soldier thrust a spear at the girl as he raised his odd voice. Other soldiers also begin to wield swords and spears as if they were crazy.

In contrast, the girl does not seem to panic, and with minimal movement she sends an attack. Each time the skirt dances with Juari.

The figure looks like he's dancing gracefully.

Zamuel wrapped his inner tongue around it. Even a skilled soldier would not be able to move so wastefully and sophisticated.

The likelihood of soldiers getting a hand wound on a girl is endlessly close to zero. Zamuel maximizes his alert level.

I don't know who the girl in front of me is. but I didn't even think she was just a village daughter at the earliest.

"Hmm. It's my turn, right?

When exhaustion slows down the soldiers' movements, the girl snaps her neck in full reparations, smashes her face, slashes her limbs, and pierces her heart. Each time, a scream bursts, splashing blood and flesh pieces. Unilateral ravages allowed only to the strong.

The neighborhood quickly turned into a sea of blood, with mutilated corpses lying cumulatively. A thick blood odor on the wind blurs Zamuel's nose.

Several soldiers who did not join the battle let go of their weapons one after the other. Step back, step back again and fight back, fearful of the girl. Everyone had his eyes wide open and his face drawn to fear. You look as if you've even seen it in Reaper.

I can't even feel the dust on my earliest will to fight. The girl, who dyed her whole body crimson, smiled at the soldiers like that - as bright as the sun.

"Hii, hii! It's a monster! A monster has appeared. Ahhh!!

"Hey, I'm not kidding! You're gonna die in here!!

"Or, Mother. Ha, help me. Yeah!!

The soldiers began to flee to us, shouting painfully in their mouths. He who runs away, crawling around like a potato worm. He who runs away with all his teeth shattered and all his clattering noises. Those who flee with strange laughter are very varied.

As a flourishing Imperial soldier, a serious figure. But I'm not going to blame them. It's more impossible to look at the tragedy in front of you and tell them not to run away. Apparently, the girl is not willing to go after the soldiers who run away, and she is silently staring at the state of it. They probably missed it because they didn't point the weapon at it.

"Uh. Captain, is that it? You can run, too. Because if you don't get in my way, there's no reason to kill me."

When I turn back to Zamuel like I only have memories, the girl who begins to run away. Wet in blood and subtly welded down her compelling lips.

"... I understand you're not the only one. Based on that, can I ask you one question?

"Yeah, it's nothing."

"How did you learn that sword technique and body technique? Young, and not an easy substitute for a woman to master."

"Uh, I don't care if you say that. It's just Zed taught me."

"... Zed?

"Yes, Zed. Don't you know where he is?

The girl asks with an uncontrolled smile. The slightly obnoxious look on its face is very unlikely to be the girl who was ravaging the soldiers until just now.

─ ─ If I hadn't dyed my whole body with blood.

"I'm sorry, but I don't know him."

"Really?"

"Oh, it's true. There's no way it won't get in my ear if it's some kind of name."

"Hmm. Oh, you're not running any further than that? I'm not chasing you. I'm fine."

I don't have an honest personality enough to get away with being told that. To the girl who pays a sissy hand, Zamuel responds by shaking her neck to the side.

"Huh? You're not running away?

"Kuck. Why should I run away in the first place? I have some confidence in my arms, too."

"─ Really? But you don't look so strong."

After a moment of silence, Zamuel laughs furiously at the spicy language girl.

"Ha! I've never been slapped in the mouth like that before in my life. It's fun and I can't help it because when we're at war, we rarely meet monsters."

"A monster is about me? My name is Olivia."

Olivia says with her hands on her hips looking great.

"Right. I'll remember your name for once. Anyway, this is the first time I've ever had a hand in an average woman.... then I don't know."

When Zamuel asked himself, he slowly pulled the sword out of his back. Flexible and tough swords with thin stretches of body to the extreme. It is a prized delicacy that has dived through numerous training grounds without ever breaking.

As I crawl my tongue with tyrol at the tip of my sword, I breathe deeply and lay my sword horizontally. At the end of Zamuel's gaze, Nico and Olivia smile.

When he drops his hips gently and exhales quietly, he begins his progression towards Olivia. A special thrust with a heavy weight on a sword, handsome feet that I don't think are giants.

"In this thrust of violent clashes and awe, Zahmuel has slaughtered many famous soldiers. Nothing. It's the same this time.

Even if it's a monster, just slaughter the "enemy" in front of you.

The only thing I'm after is the heart!

An air cleavage tip extends to Olivia's heart without any dimension.

"Taken ahhh!!

For Zahmuel, it was a roar because he was sure of the victory. But soon I realize it's different from the sight I expected. What a strange sight Olivia was looking up at her body directly from the bottom, not the sight of her collapsing as she pierced her heart and threw up blood reflexes.

As soon as he faded consciousness, he said, "What did you take?," I thought I asked her confused voice.