Sword of Glutton Princess

Garlock is a struggling opponent.

I'm already running out of magic and fighting. I don't know how far I can go in there and fight.

But it will never be just a stepping stone.

You stick to the other soldier's body. 'Cause I'm gonna make a gap between them and make things better.

Chelsea and Garlock, female soldiers, bounced behind each other's blades and took an intermission.

At that time, Garlock reassembles the Magic Instructor sword and drops the blade tip to the chest of the female soldier.

"Thunderflash!"

Thunder ran through Garlock's body.

I'm breathtaking.

This is the third time that thunderbolt has been fought today.

Besides, so far, Garlock is scattered exhausted.

Rather than hanging on to the decision now...... it obviously doesn't seem to take into account the later escape.

Shooting "Thunder Flashes" here exhausts Odd all at once would make Garlock unable to work out his struggle properly anymore?

I saw and found that Thunderflash is a powerful fighting technique, but the exhaustion of the fighting spirit, Odd, is too intense.

Is he such a mighty enemy that he cannot be defeated if he does not do so much?

Garlock, wrapped in lightning brilliance, storms his way to Chelsea at an auspicious speed.

Chelsea jumped to her back.

I open my eyes like Garlock was surprised by Chelsea's movements.

She licked her tongue with pleasure.

"Huff, when I used it somewhere, I thought so. You shouldn't use the big moves again and again, right? If you know what I mean, you don't have to be honest with me and compete with me."

"Shut the fuck up!

Garlock stepped forward a lot.

We squeezed out the struggle we had left.

The blade of Thunderflash extends into Chelsea's abdomen.

"Ugh, no...!

Garlock's blade slashed Chelsea's uniform.

A burnt cloth dances.

But Chelsea had landed firmly with two legs and had a magic sword.

"Wow, Dassa. That's all I said, and I let it plunder."

Chelsea tongued out Pello and stuck a blade to Garlock's abdomen.

Garlock tried to escape behind his back, but his abdomen was heavily dictated.

Chelsea's level should be lower than Garlock's.

That blade went through so beautifully in an attack below the level means that Gallock's fighting spirit is almost gone.

"Is this what the Black Wolves' Thunder Blade Garlock is all about? In the end I won, aha. This could be happening."

I slipped in front of Chelsea trying to unleash the blade of pursuit.

"Shut the fuck up!

Beat it from the side and play the blade.

Chelsea turned to me and kicked back on the ground.

"If it's all Mr. Garlock, I can't believe you...!

Even Thunderflash today would have been inevitable in Chelsea if Garlock's fighting spirit had been sufficient.

No, even if it wasn't, it would have arrived if it was a first glance.

"But I'm the one who won. Aren't you flirtatious too, I'll kill them all without waiting for reinforcements?"

"... I can still move."

Garlock rose up bleeding from his abdomen.

"How tough are you..."

Chelsea narrows her eyes like a pain in the ass.

Mani was also breathtaking, pointing "The Devil's Hammer Gadolas" at Chelsea's back.

Mani or me right now, you may not be able to fight Chelsea properly.

But you should be able to do enough to distract me.

Garlock would be better off if he was his natural strength.

This could win.

"I got enough rest too"

Edda rose as she wiped the blood from her mouth, staring at Chelsea.

"... you know, come on, you're not nearly as good as a match. He's always been a pimp. I wonder why you pull my leg when I've worked so hard. Honestly, they're all weak."

Chelsea kicked the ground and ran away from us as she sighed looking at her buddy's body.

They just decided the minutes were bad.

I worried for a moment whether to chase him or not, but I turned my eyes to the immobile Gallock and returned the Magic Sword to the sheath.

I missed a nasty enemy, but I was relieved.

In the present state, it wasn't weird to fight or someone was being killed.

"Good... Edda, you can move"

When I spoke that way, Edda's body fluttered and fell again on the spot, like a doll with a broken thread.

"E, Edda!?

I approached her and gave in.

"Hold on! If we don't get away quickly, the Canvians...!

"... sorry, but I'm not going to be able to move properly. Leave me."

"Oh, no, you can't do that!

I saw Garlock.

"Mr. Garlock... I'm sorry, but I'm gonna carry Edda."

Garlock's purpose is to deliver Celia to Palmgart at all costs.

That's why I thought I might try to leave Edda behind.

But I don't want to see Edda die and go to Palmgart.

"... Of course, I don't hold any objections there."

Garlock said so in agony, and was forced to go to a nearby tree.

Garlock meditated his eyes as he did.

From the wound that Chelsea had decided, blood erupted.

He hardened his muscles with a fighting temper and seemed to be stopping the bleeding forcefully.

Edda and Garlock were finally standing to get rid of Chelsea.

Celia, who was hiding in the shadow of a remote tree, ran and supported Garlock's body, much bigger than herself.

"Ga, Mr. Garlock...... Mr. Garlock! And don't die... oh, if you even die, I..."

Garlock opens his eyes thinly and strokes Celia's head.

"... so far, maybe. I thought I'd eat some more, but I'm not mad."

I said something that Garlock would give up.

Celia glances at Garlock's face.

"Psst, don't be ridiculous! Anyway, let's get out of here!

That's what I suggested.

If we stay here, the Canvians will just kill us all.

"... right"

Garlock held his forehead and accepted my suggestion with a weak voice.