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

Shinto Mekia

In the history of future generations, it is known as a country that produced numerous magician humans who also doubted whether they existed. There was also a time when a small country, but also an attempt to become a champion of the Dubedilica continent, when a book on the subject of this period was released into the world as brilliant stars, and attracted many people.

Popular among them among women is the story of Johann Stryder, whose paintings, painted as sturdy, remain. Known as a loving man, he is more popular with stories of stopping in love than the classic hero Tan.

To men on the other hand, the rare ruler that it was a combination of overwhelming charisma and beauty to divinity. The seventh St. Angel Sofitea Hell Mecchia and the stories of St. Sho and Lara Mira Crystal, where descriptions with the Silver Reindeer are left in ancient documents, have become popular.

Also, lie or true? It is said that she loved killing so much that Amelia Strast, alias "The Bloody Wet Princess." In one book, you can see expressions of excessive exaggeration, such as massive squeezing of the human blood you killed, and even bathing your whole body with a mad grin.

However, what we can say in common in every book is that it is portrayed as a ruthless and incomparable woman on the battlefield. That cruelty attracted enthusiastic support from some readers...

"─ Amelia Thousand Sho, our Sho Squad has succeeded in breaking up the enemy!

Approximately two hours after the start of the battle between the Saint Shore Army and the Stonian Army.

Jean raises her voice as she waves the bloodwet cross spear endlessly. The enemy line is now completely collapsed, playing an orderless retreat. This would make it impossible, for example, to try to rebuild. Amelia said as she pierced the heart of the fleeing Stonian soldier, crawling her tongue into a glossy sword with blood.

"That's something you'll see. If you have time to slap your mouth in vain, move on to destroying each and every one."

"Ha! Immediately!

Jean immediately issued an order for each squadron. The guards move agile to a chase posture. While watching how it was going, one of the guards showed up breathless violently underneath Amelia, who was fully enjoying the gradually thickening blood odor.

"A, Amelia, a thousand people shoo! There's something I need to tell you right away!

…………

"Amelia, a thousand people. Shoo!

"... Shut up. Because people are in a good mood."

Amelia's shaped eyebrows suck towards her temples. If it weren't for the battlefield, we would be immediately "educating." I'm so sorry.

"Sorry! But things fight for a moment!

"Ha... so, what the hell is going on?

Amelia turns her frozen eyes to the guard. The guard opened his mouth immediately, though he gave a hesitant look for a moment.

"The enemy army is approaching from the left and right back of our Sho Squad!

"The Great Army? Tell them exactly what you know. How many troops are there?

"About 20,000."

"Twenty thousand..."

Amelia gently invites Jean. He brutally received the binoculars that he had just been offered, pointing them in the direction the guard pointed at. Then, I do see a new Stonian soldier approaching to surround the Shogun as he soars up soil and smoke. As the guard said, the number is roughly 20,000 or something.

(busy......)

Amelia snorted at Hung and thrust her binoculars back towards Jean. He also turns the binoculars to his back immediately.

"This is... this is too well timed. Perhaps..."

Jean, who put in that rejection, said that the move itself had been a trap to lure his own army deeply into the enemy line. Amelia, in particular, did not respond to that view. Advanced Hundred Sho, well if it is Wei Xiang who guards the twelve gates that lead to La Shaim Castle, it is rather natural to realize the extent.

"They ate a cup"

Jean protrudes the cross spear in his right hand into the ground with a remorseful look on his face. A voice of agitation rises from the guards who were resolutely attacking.

I was going to poke a thin part of my defense, but that's the clever trap the enemy set. I didn't even know it was, which means they put me on very well. Probably the fleeing soldiers are unlikely to have been informed of the operation itself.

If it's all woven, you're a better actor than yourself.

"I'm apparently being trapped in a giant cage, did I just say? For a fool who licked the shoes of an empire without fighting, he imitates it quite a bit."

Amelia squeaks. Then the old soldier's body, which was rolling at his feet, moved pickly and his bloody wet mouth began to open in a distortion.

"The foolish kingdoms of Mekia... are no match for you..."

"I don't want to die! I wonder what you're gonna say!

Jean looks at the old soldier with his voice absurd.

"Well listen. Because our Duchy of Stonia is protected by the goddess Asteria more than ever before... the goddess you call the goddess Citresia, etc.... and it extends under the feet of the goddess Asteria... so we have no nose to beat you."

Amelia kicked through the neck of an old soldier laughing as if she had touched her heart at the end of the day. The neck bends gnarly in the unlikely direction and at the same time stops the unpleasant laughter.

"Asteria, the god of war? I don't know anything about that, and I don't have any shards of interest. God is the only one, Citresia, the goddess of creation."

Amelia stubbornly kicks in again and again toward an already desperate old soldier. As his feet gradually stained darker, Jean, who was staring in awe at the look of it, called reluctantly.

"There is not one in 10,000, such as the Saint Shore Army losing, but our Shore Army will be isolated if it stays this way. Please leave this to me, Amelia Thousand Sho, to step back as soon as possible."

In response to Jean's words as if she had made up her mind, Amelia spread her hands even more and let her make a frightened look.

"Retreat? I don't think it's the statement of those who are even the Twelve Weishang. Are you insane?

"Of course it's sane"

Jean answered dignified without shame.

"Ha... work out a little more than just an arm to snap on. That way, we'll see this situation as an opportunity."

"Opportunity? Did you just say opportunity?

Jean pointed an incredible look at Amelia.

"I won't say the same thing twice"

The Stonian army should be chronic by now that measures have been taken. In return here, Amelia expects that they will lose their morale in a double sense. It's like twisting a baby's hand no matter how many it takes to do that. I don't even think about pulling off this great opportunity.

"But as Amelia Thousand Sho said, so is being trapped in a cage as it is. What are you waiting for after the opportunity?!

Grabbing Jean's chest raggedly, Amelia drew forcefully to her own face. Shooting eyes and shaking eyes. Two conflicting eyes intersect.

"What are you mistaken for? I just said close to the cage (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...), (...). Don't take the liberty of leaping."

"So, but not like this..."

Amelia breathed heavily toward Jean, who was still eating down.

"You're persistent. Fine. It's also up to your superiors to remove the anxiety of your foolish men."

Amelia pounds Jean, concentrating her magic on the magic formation of her left armor. Amelia quickly captured the enemy's avant-garde into range, opening her legs wide to the left and right, slamming her blue, shining left hand against the ground.

"Take a good look. This is the beginning of a true feast."

At the same time as Amelia's words, a glimmer of blue light runs forward as she crawls through the ground. Eventually, when we reached the enemy avant-garde, the ground began to ripple like the sea level. The Stonian soldier stopped with a startled look on his face.

"Something's popping out of the ground!

"Heh?!

"Hey, what the fuck?! You're gonna get tangled up in your body, huh?!

"Ugh, I can't move!

"Hi-no-no! Blood! Are you sucking my blood?!

Eventually it turns into a hell of a picture of an annoying cry.

- Bloodsucking flowers.

Magic that belongs to a restraint system in which twigs stretched from the ground tangle the subject and suck up blood from countless more grown thorns. By the time all the blood is drained, flowers that emit a crimson glow around the dried corpse will bloom, he said.

It was the most atrocious and outrageous of all the magic Amelia dealt with.