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

The Knights of Heaven and Yang, led by Major General Christoph, were initially the local interest sounding and spoiling on defense. However, as the distance gradually shrinks, the original power of the Tianyang knight is exerted. In the middle of that, Captain Masquera, his deputy, frowned and talked to him.

"My lord, the death squad isn't as big a deal as I was hearing rumors. Although there is more than twice as much difference in force, this is hardly a clap. I have no idea why the Red Knights got flirted with."

"Do you agree with Masquera... actually I was just feeling that way too. It's strangely important to fight them, or even passive. In the first place, why isn't Reaper on the front line? I have no idea why."

If it's as rumored, Reaper seems to be the type to come out aggressively to the front. Several hours have already passed since the fighting began. Nevertheless, instead of coming out on the front line, he never shows up. In the story of a soldier who saw Reaper, he said he was slowly waiting in the rear. Christoph was beginning to think it was just odd, though he was watching with the creeps he didn't know how to behave.

"Lord Christoph, let's advance here at once"

"That's right. If Reaper doesn't move, it should be seen as an opportunity."

Opinions are expressed by the rushed officers that they should attack one after the other. Christophe, who thought it would also affect morale if it stayed this way, adopts their opinion. That arrow tip, a blood-stained conductor, appeared fluttering beneath his feet, saying astonishing words.

"What!? Lieutenant General Patrick has been taken?!

A simultaneous voice rises from everyone on this scene.

"Ha... not in the hands of Reaper. The Second Army breathed back, too. We are now already in a state of crushing, including the main unit...... Reapers will soon be here as well. Hurry, retreat..."

When the conductor spits a large amount of blood from his mouth, he falls to the ground as he is. There were several broken arrows piercing his back, which quickly stopped moving. With the upset spreading, Christophe felt the questions from earlier dissolve once and for all. Enemy troops repeating passive attacks. Reapers who never try to come out on the front line. That's what I mean.

"Damn, apparently we were devoured by a reaper of books (...) things (...). Looks like they've turned unnecessary time into enemies."

"We can't afford to get stuck more than this happened. Let's retreat before they pinch us."

Under military law, Masquera is going to make his usual way forward. A look you can't afford tells the story of the seriousness of the situation. However, the abdominal worm does not subside, such as congrats and retreats. More importantly, Takemen's pride as a high-ranking Raptor family owner does not allow it.

"Expand the formation to the moon. Break through the center of the enemy and escape straight down the hill. Then they'll take the neck of a fake reaper instead of a souvenir."

"Even if the central breakthrough is fine, it doesn't make any sense where I've just snapped a fake man's neck. Forget that idea."

Christoph rattles his nose in response to a speech by a deaf masquera.

"It doesn't matter whether it makes sense or not. It involves my Raptor family's vouchers if they make it this far. If you know what I mean, just restructure the formation."

"... Yes, sir."

The Knights of Heaven and Yang have restructured their formations to make a central breakthrough with furious momentum. Ellis, watching how it went, spoke to Luke, who was giving instructions as he spurned next door.

"I hear you noticed the main unit was crushed."

"─ Oh, it seems so. Apparently, he's going to break through here at once and try to escape. Something I could have pinched in a little while."

Luke tongues in a caustic manner. I don't think it's my brother's attitude like he usually sells calm deposits. I guess that means we can't afford that much. It was at the beginning that things were going in their favor, but now they are totally pushed. Even without the difference in force, the local power was completely won by the Knights of Heavenly Yang. It's only a matter of time before the Yang Dynamic Squad collapses if it stays like this.

"Brother, I will manage to catch the eye of the enemy until my sister Olivia arrives."

"Stop imitating stupid. If they say you're a phony, they'll kill you first."

I don't mean to say it the way it is, but its eyes show me worried that it's possible. Ellis said deliberately with her shoulders clasped.

"You know my sword arm well, don't you, brother? Because I don't mean to be killed easily. And even in the unlikely event that she is killed, my sister Olivia will take her vengeance. Bye."

"Oh, hey!?

I didn't even hear Luke stop, and Ellis ran to her full strength as she pulled out her sword.

Christoph unwittingly hoists up the edge of his mouth as he swept away one enemy after another standing in front of him. Because I saw a silver-haired woman in pitch-black armor waving her sword abruptly. When the woman noticed this gaze, she approached with her eyes smeared.

"My lord."

"Never mind, Masquera escapes. They'll catch up with the pursuit squad."

said Christoph as he paid for the blood on his sword.

"But..."

"Don't show me that. You don't have to know if it's real, but you think this Christophe Raptor is gonna take a step backwards on the phony opponent?

"I don't think so...... ok. See you later."

Masquera runs off the side, but the woman doesn't even look. As soon as we enter into the midst of each other's swords, a fierce metal noise sounds. After the sword strike was repeated several times, we distance ourselves to play each other.

"Well, we'll do it inside for the fake."

"Nah. I knew it was broken."

A woman says with a challenging grin.

"And you've made us cocky for a long time. Thanks to you, we're retreating without even working. Instead of at least a souvenir, I'll slap your bare neck off."

"Puppy."

"... what's wrong?

The sneering laughter cripples me badly. When Christoph asked in exasperation, the woman sighed heavily at this.

"You. He's the commander who leads the Knights of Heaven and Yang, right?

"Tell me what it is."

"No. I've been saying it sounds great since just now, but in the end, I didn't just get tricked and have blood on my head. You're saying you're gonna get my neck for nothing on that belly, aren't you? My brother is still a little better. Really, little man."

That being said, the woman has had a pitiful eye. I've never been insulted so far before. In the first place, none of them heard such a thing about Christoph.

"─ Superior."

Christoph grabbed the pattern so thoughtfully that his own nails devoured it.

(If you do. Did I say too much in a little bit of a way? It might be a little bad for a boulder if it stays like this)

A man with his face trembling like a ghost comes across a slaughter like crazy. It's such a heavy blow to the brain. Ellis understands that he manages to respond as he recieves now, but won't hold it for that long.

(Ok, if this happens, one or eight, suppose I go for a bet)

Ellis distance herself once and throws the knife removed from her hips at the man's face.

"Crap."

The man gently bounces the looming knife back with his own sword. Ellis, once again in between swords aiming at the gap, sees a blow of horizontal giraffe toward his flank. At that moment, the man's distorted grin entered his sight. And Ellis will soon find out the reason for that laugh.

"Gu......"

At some point the man had just prevented a flash of horizontal giraffes with the dagger he had pulled out, protruding deep into Ellis' thighs. As soon as the dagger is pulled through, blood spills all at once. I couldn't stand in too much intense pain, and I got my butt cake on the spot. The man is looking down at Ellis as if he had won.

"You told me a lot, but that's your limit. It was a medium sword, but it was all too light. That's a woman's sword."

"Ha. You can count on me. Kill me now. Doesn't the people around you tell me you're a girl?

"... Hmm. I'll give you a compliment for slapping your mouth down to the end."

The man slowly waves up his sword.

(Olivia, I'm sorry, sister. Apparently that's it for me......)

Ellis closes her eyes quietly. But the shock won't strike forever. When I open my thin eyes in disbelief, there's one silver-haired girl holding down the man's sword lightly.

"O, Olivia, you're my sister!!

"I'm sorry. It's getting late."

Ha ha and after laughing, I said, "Hmm? Olivia, your sister?" and Olivia tilting her little neck. As Ellis is wrapped in pride, a blonde runs in breathless.

"Phew. Good thing I managed to make it. Don't be impotent."

"Chip! If you think it's someone, Evansin. I don't remember giving you the right to inhibit my happiness."

"Sister, please stop giving me that disease right now."

A man laughs at me as Evansin exhales a great deal.

"I see. Are you Olivia the real Reaper? Certainly there is a different feeling of the air that is so haunting compared to the fake"

"Really? ─ Evansin, will you look at Ellis?

"Ha!"

"Just fine. It must be some fate we met here. With the pride of the Raptors, I will slaughter you here."

When I say that, the man starts shooting more swords at Olivia than he did at Ellis, but...

(After all, Olivia, your sister is amazing!

Ellis, who saw Olivia waving her sword up close, was fascinated enough to forget the pain in her thighs. Olivia is light-hearted with one arm at a time by the heavy blow Ellis was struggling with. A man who had not disturbed his breath at all when he was fighting himself was now breathing on his shoulders spilling a large amount of sweat.

How many drills can we build to reach this area? I had no idea about Ellis.

"And that's a much lighter sword. I also have to treat Ellis, so maybe it's time to kill him?

All in all, the woman's sword is lightweight, and the man is now poked at Olivia, the same woman, as a lightweight sword. Would it ever be so painful? Ellis desperately suppressed the urge to laugh out loud.

"Let me tell you!!

The man waves his sword up as he rises sharply. In contrast, Olivia paid for the blood and quickly laid her sword on the sheath. As I turn around, I crouch in front of Ellis.

"Olivia, your sister?!

"Major Olivia?!

"It's okay. Because I've already slashed it."

With that said, Olivia is taking the blood stop and bandage out of her lumbar bag. Then the man's body split left and right as if the word had been a signal. Neither Ellis nor Evansin came up with the following words: