Star Slashing Swordsman

Boom!! and make a noise and the flame rolls out.

And the sword that shook down ----" staggered with the shooting star, colliding. You must not cheaply forgive me for the act of a shooting off red runoff striking you intransigently and swinging your sword down to the end.

"Ko, of... ugh"

The original difference in self-reliance is historical.

They push me in as I look at them.

But still, do you get hit? Screw you. Flames, I don't know what, but if you want to get in my way, I'll slap them all.

I can put more effort into my right arm as if I were yelling at those emotions.

Then I heard a scream.

The sound of a tingling bone.

Although.

Still, I shake my throat and scream and scatter.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!

Guru's arm starts to move forward as he responds to my cry for momentum. Ahead, equilibrium shows signs of collapse as it slashes and rips the flame released ahead.

In the first place, I was wrong.

Can you fight your opponent while thinking about what's ahead? Are you considering the rest?

————— I would lick too much of anything.

After accusing myself of being so, I cut off all my spare time. And I pushed back with the momentum to get everything out of here.

"Blah, fall........................................................................................!!

Even though I hear the sound of my prize cracking, I don't mind the force --the sword that I swung up involves even the runoff of the flame that was released, chopping and tearing.

Fantastic sight portrayed in the universe.

The trajectory of the light that slashes and rips through the flames is just like --------------------------------------

A flame that swings down and, at the same time, spreads in all directions so that it can be bounced. And the momentum erupted blood splash dropped red around the area, spreading a tragic sight.

"Kon, where...!!

The shaking off caused the body to move forward.

Failed to successfully rebuild the collapsed position and began falling straight to the ground.

"... Yikes,"

Before long, a body is struck by the carcass of a torn demon (monster).

Falling off quite a bit of height, though it served as a cushion well.

In addition, you may have injured your left arm, and the shock causes unusual pain to run all over your body.

"Huh... I thought I was gonna die"

The pain seeping through the stiffness caused by the slight burn to the right hand. Taste the feeling of cold sweat gently wetting your back as you meditate.

And open the eye lid.

It is this zama against only one mutant species.

The time we were actually fighting was probably, like, a dozen minutes. Even so, a much worse sense of fatigue dominated the body than when it moved for a few hours.

"I don't know what's going on."

Let go of the boneless sword with the crack, and raise up the body thrown into the earth with one right hand.

Other demons are gathering at this location because of that demon (monster) asking for rescue, as confirmed earlier in the sky.

I should run away from it at first sight if it's supposed to, but I don't feel like I can run away in case it's consuming a lot of my raw hate, my health. All I could do was laugh bitterly when I came in.

No, fold.

Pa, pa, pa.

and the sound of striking my hand was heard at equal intervals. The sound was noticeably echoed in a place that had changed and calmed down since before.

"Hey, that's awesome. I can't believe I defeated that demon by myself. Biella (...) I was wondering if I'd have to wait for her to come home, but this has been an unexpected blessing."

A female-specific, elevated voice.

I have not been able to confirm my expression, but I have been able to understand the voice that shakes the eardrum without thinking that the Lord of the voice is in a good mood.

Where is the voice coming from?

Turning around with that in mind, a woman was staring at me from behind the shadows of the scattered rough trees.

... just why.

I should have met him for the first time, but I knew where he looked.

"Ooh. I'm late for this. My name is Fiore Aylberg (...). For once, I am lord of this city."

Dust and.

I can turn a smile like a blossom.

Longer hair like silver thread in a breeze.

A delicate face with a straight edge.

The atmosphere was the opposite, but I couldn't break it with one eye because of it, but I understand everything by the name she named.

Isle Burke.

That's because it was a family name similar to the nobleman who came to my village called "The War Princess" - Biella Aylberg.

"I really want to talk to you a lot, but unfortunately, I can't even say that right now."

Needless to say, you understand the situation.

That's what I said. The woman I named Fiore looks around. It was only by his appearance that he could not see the demons as far as he could see, but the likes of the earth had already begun to sound thin.

I wonder if it's been a while.

If we're going to run, we have to run.

"So one thing, though, is a suggestion.... the demon there, will you give it to me?

That's what Fiore said, pointing to his finger, was the remains of a demon (monster) that I slashed and tore in the middle of a snag earlier.

That's why I don't know what words mean. I put a question mark over my head.

"The demon carcass becomes gold. If it is a mutant species, its rarity is immeasurable. Yeah, yeah. I know exactly why I can't reply. But don't you think it's a species with a life?

"... I don't understand the meaning of words."

"I mean, if only I could help you with that carcass (...). It's worth too much for your fighting power. Thinking about what's going to happen, it's going to be a long time to kill him."

This is an honor, isn't it?

That's what I said. Fiore snorted, heh. It didn't resemble Vieira, whose cheerful attitude didn't consistently disintegrate her blade-like attitude, but the more words she exchanges, the more she remembers the illusion of being somewhere similar.

... Nevertheless, even though they say I will help you, I have no idea what that intention is to hope for the carcass that has already expired. Therefore, I am unable to respond immediately.

Though I don't think I mind anything else, I was hooked on that anomaly with my mouth saying I wanted the carcass.

"... you're hooked on wizard habits, too, in weird places."

Ha, and he sighed.

"In this world, there exists a strange power called 'magic'. Basically, it's said that the power that we so strongly desire becomes' magic 'and expresses itself."

For example, if you are a man who wanted a sword, you have the ability to create it.

If you have a strong desire to cure someone, it is said that the magic of healing speaks, etc.

It was also something I had already heard from the adventurers, Lilea and others. Convinced by the words thus directed.

Then you can tell by saying so much.

Fiore continued, saying things about his mouth with his eyes.

"So. The magic you expressed to me is a bit arrogant. I don't really know what I can say to people... but my ability to -- --" Corpse doll (marionette). "I have some limitations, but my magic is the ability to force a dead subject to come back to life and manipulate freely."

Yes, I spoke.

... Fiore, who is standing right in front of me, meets me for the first time.

Perhaps it won't hurt or itch where I died, how could I have said that despite its ability, it would be a shame to let me die?

Such a question came to my mind.

Even I thought it would be convenient to manipulate it.

"... so I told you there were restrictions. My magic --" Why can't a wizard manipulate a corpse doll (marionette)? "

... you can see through my mood or Fiore said that in a mix-up.

"So I want to keep the wizard alive who's going to be as wary as I can be. Now you understand?

The power is probably to crusade the demon's head lurking in the "Minaura" Shiva said.

Doesn't change which way, not recovering health, is a crisis of absolute fatality.

If you're saying you can help me with one carcass.

"Okay."

Other than affirmation, there can be no reply.

"Honest and good. Then leave it to your sister."

That said, she smiles with a full face and walks over to the demon (monster) carcass.

The more and the louder the ground sounds, the less you look.

I guess I'm just not willing to get out of my normal shape. Slowly, quietly, palms toward demons (monsters) --a word.

"Well, get up -----" Corpse doll "