Soul Eater of the Rebellion

In response to the sharp screams of griffin attacking from the sky, Nii waved a magical blade of snow and bathed it in magic power.

The invisible blade turned into a gust of wind and slashed through the enemy. Griffon roared bitterly and ran back into the sky.

Jen wipes the sweat off her forehead and flashes her mouth in a whimper.

Yeah, I don't know!

How long has it been since the battle began? Half an hour or two hours. As expected, two moments (four hours) hadn't passed.

Trying to ascertain the position of the sun, Jen noticed that the number of griffins flying overhead had not decreased since before, and tongued with a high sound.

Fantasy Seeds - Ever since the appearance of the black griffin, the Tsutsuchi clan was left one-sided. I lost one of the three guards, and I didn't even see the word "break" in the state of war.

As for Ren, while they were attacking the enemy, they expected other guards to attack the fantasy species, but there was no sign of that at all.

I didn't want to think about it very much, but I was already eaten by fantasy seeds.

In fact, the counter-attacks by the clan of Satsuki were noticeably less. Occasional counterattacks are sporadic and have little effect.

Originally, the phantom burial of Shishi was not an armed group organized like an army, but people gathered around a vast number of people, such as the guarding of their hearts. It was inevitable that if there was no one who needed it, the unity would be lost.

"I don't care if I run away..."

Jen looks back like she is in trouble, hiding in the shadow of her tent. There were two unconscious women lying on the ground. Those who were entrusted with the guarding of their hearts.

They were shocked by the heartless death and lost consciousness, and have not awakened to this day. When Jen and her master brought them into the half-broken tent, they left them without daring to wake up. I decided that I would be in trouble even if I was forced to wake up and violent.

For Jen is a man who does not even know his name, but is entrusted to a man who has died in battle. There is no choice but to abandon and flee.

Initially, Ren and his master tried to run into the eastern forest with both of them on their backs, but realized that the griffins in the sky were targeting those people as a priority and chose to stay in the area instead.

She fainted and looked at the enemy. When the opponent noticed her, Jen attacked the enemy, retreating and immediately moving the tent. In this way, waiting for the griffins to retreat, or waiting for the battle situation to turn for the better with their guards, was what they did until now.

But unfortunately, neither is likely to come true. Besides, the number of counterattacks from us has decreased, which means that the Griffon can move freely. The number of targets has decreased, and the likelihood of Jinn being targeted has increased. It would be reckless to stay in this field any longer.

No choice. Jen decided to prepare herself and opened her mouth.

"Master"

"Oh, my God, rookie."

The eldest man, who was entrusted with the kitchen of the clan of Satsuki, responded to Jin's call while holding the wild log in his right armpit.

Jen reveals her thoughts to the opponent.

"I am a decoy and flee to the west. Meanwhile, the lord will take these men and flee to the eastern forest."

The master who heard it stopped him from changing his blood and trying to say something, and Jen repeated her words calmly.

"I can do my best by myself, but my master can also run with them, right?" It's lighter than the dozens and hundreds of piles of potatoes that my master always carries. Easy-going people run, and power is in charge. The right place for the right ingredients. ”

Looking at Jen closing her eyes, the master closed her mouth as if she had been poisoned.

My parents probably know that the situation is going to get worse. I'm just waiting for death.

The master let out a big breath.

"It looks like a lot of liver sitting, newcomer--No, it was Jen." The strange sword technique from before, I should have let you have a sword rather than a knife. "

My master said that if I survived, I would be elected as a warrior. So don't die, both of you.

Jen finally graduated from peeling and was able to take the first step as a cadre, but it was only after overcoming this emergency.

When Jen borrowed an iron helmet from her master, she put it on and went out of the tent. And runs westward.

Unlike the forest to the east, the plain to the west is followed by a small hill. There are sparse trees on the hill, apparently leading beyond the hill.

If we can escape over there, we might be able to get our hands on the enemy overhead.

---I can't die here to make the power of my mind's work my own. If you just want to survive, you can pretend to be a decoy and hide, but on the contrary, you can make your friends a decoy....

Jen considered the idea slightly, but immediately shrugged her shoulders and abandoned the idea of not descending. It is not the sense of justice or conscience that did the work. At this time, it was simpler and more sincere feelings that supported Jen's behavior.

"If I escape here, I won't change anything with the use of the" "Nakiki" "."

I don't want to be one of them - and with that in mind, Jen ran to the plains to the west.

If you look up at the sky, you can see that some griffins are paying attention to Jin. As I was aiming for, the sunlit helmet seemed to be a good landmark.

In short, the griffins do not immediately try to attack each other, but repeatedly swivel over Jin's head to contain each other. This was exactly what Jen was after.

Looking back at the raid from before, Griffon was relentlessly attacking the Cadets from above, but he never attacked them alone.

Originally, the griffin did not have the habit of flocking in large numbers. Inevitably, I didn't have the habit of hunting many prey.

Now, the flocks overhead are only gathered by fantasy species, and there is no change in the habits of individual griffons. In this case, you can also cause confusion by throwing in a conspicuous visual impression. There was nothing to say if they ran away while the demonic beasts were holding back. Even if we don't go that far, we will be able to save time.

If there is a problem, it is when the upper species, which does not put other restraints on their teeth, moves. Jen thought so.

― ― In conclusion, Jen's aim was to hit the figure, and at the same time, she was also in danger.

You've boiled down to your own family, and the black griffin that used to fly gently over them makes a roar reminiscent of distant lightning.

Then, the griffins that were aiming at Jin were scared and scattered over Jin's head.

In the view of the black griffin, Jen runs on the ground.

The journey to the top of the hill is still halfway. There is nowhere to hide.

After noticing the silent pressure from above, Jin waved up overhead and noticed the fantasy species that looked down at this direction, and his expression twitched.

Shortly thereafter, the black griffon flashed its wings wide and began to descend towards Ren. Earlier, it was an attack in which the Heart Instrument user was devoured with that Heart Instrument. I can't even avoid intercepting Jin who couldn't react at all at that time.

After being targeted by the fantasy species, Jin's life was over.

It's not just about Jin. Whether it's a human, a demon, or a psychic, it's an absolute truth that will never change. Because the illusion species was created for that reason.

I thought I knew. It is not known that the fantasy species exists as such.

However, Jen felt that it was just an intent.

Some of them were exposed to an incomparable 'death', and for the first time they could tell. It's a kind of fantasy intention.

-You 're not even allowed to be here.

Even the physical sense of oppression is accompanied by the thought of 지 ️ (Shinji). If you're a weakling, you might just die from it.

Mindstormers who seemed to have been killed without doing anything earlier must have been given the exact same shower. Different from murderous intent and hostility, Jen almost breaks the scraps on the spot in front of the embodiment of denial that just says that being alive is a sin in itself.

There's no way I can do it myself. That's how I'm going to give up.

... Still.

"---!"

As she gnashed her back teeth, Jen stopped stepping on them. Even if you lose your life after a blink of an eye, you can't just kneel here, I think.

It was a tiny touch. The fantasy seeds do not feel any pain.

But it doesn't matter. Jen looked over her head and put her hand on the snow on her waist. At the very least, I was going to shower myself with a sword as I stretched my arms.

It was at that time that a poor voice like a bell shook Jen's earpiece.

I'm excited.

If the impending fantasy was a hurricane, the figure that ran through was a thunderstorm.

Two shadows intersect at an unstoppable speed.

"-Betrayal, treachery."

Jen had no idea what the figure had done. I didn't even know when they showed up in the first place.

Jen only found out two things.

One is the word the figure uttered.

And the other one--

"GRURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

A black griffon, which was supposed to be an absolute symbol of death, was smashed to the ground with blood smoke.

Jen was slightly staggered by the shock of her body rising up.

Fierce soil smoke soars and fantasy seeds creep in. It seemed that he would get up and attack immediately, but the black griffon would not stand up or fly into the sky again.

No, you can't do it without it.

The fantasy species had been struck with a deadly blow due to the last stagger.

--In that instant, a fantasy seed.

Half dazed, Jen looked for someone who had fantasized about the seeds.

The opponent was found immediately. A woman standing in a place not far from Jen, shining a sharp gaze at the fallen fantasy species.

Long black hair, two horns stretching from the forehead, white sleeves and a scarlet beak.

Looking at that figure, the first thing that came to Jen's mind was the word "shrine maiden". I had never heard of a shrine maiden standing on the front line fighting, but the long sword in the woman's hand showed the true whereabouts of those who fought for the fantasy species.

Perhaps she noticed Jen's gaze, and the woman turned to her. Apparently, the Fantasy Seeds didn't have the strength to fight back anymore, and they approached Jin while paying attention to the griffin above.

“My name is Attorney of the Godless Clan. I think it belongs to the (Satsuki) clan, but are you injured?"

It was a polite and gentle question. I don't think I've just fought for a fantasy species.

Seeing this figure, Jen was struck like she was struck by lightning and stood there. And intuition.

This man is the one who asks for the teachings. More to the point, I was convinced that I had left the House of the Sword to meet this man.

When Jen lowers her head deeply, she puts her thoughts into her voice. The griffin that was still flying overhead disappeared from the back of my head.

Let me call you Master!

Under the enthusiastic words of Jen, the woman--the atri blinked her eyes.

Slightly, her neck twitched, and from her cherry-colored lips, she said, "... yes?" I heard a bewildered voice.