Sword of Glutton Princess

We unloaded Garlock and stayed in the woods.

"Sure, this magic sword of mine is special… it can take away traits and martial arts from a slashed opponent"

"That's a lot of power. If there's such a thing, they might be able to blow a bubble."

Garlock laughed as he stared at the Devil's Eden Sword Berzera, so zero.

"... then I'd like to do it all, but I still have my last part to play. Do it, Dean."

Garlock raised his gaze from the Devil's Sword Belzella to my face.

"No, I don't like it! Mr. Garlock, he said he would take me... with him to Palmgart! My father, my mother, my servants, they all killed me... It's just Mr. Garlock! So... stay with me!

Mani was holding on to Celia's shoulder crying out.

Mani seemed in favor of leaving Garlock as a crook.

But he had a sinking face.

"... I'm sorry, Celia. I'll wait for you to say goodbye, and there's no more respite. It's not strange when, the next moment, an army chaser arrives."

"But but...!

"Give me ten seconds."

Garlock said so, walking over to Celia, who was being held back, scratching her hair with her hands.

"... I'm sorry, but that's it for me. Bye, young lady. You're gonna survive this, okay?

Garlock had an unusual serene grin on his strong face.

"... leave it to me, Mr. Garlock. We'll get Celia to Palmgart."

"You were surprised to hear that from the blacksmith lady. You hated me, didn't you?

Garlock laughs niggly.

Mani frowned, like a little trouble.

"... you can't unhinder the life benefactor's request. Dean will never come down again."

"Tell the lady to stop the abdominal arts because it's not for her... but because her partner is allergic. I'm gonna have a hard time."

Garlock turned to me as I said, and walked straight over.

"You had one there, didn't you? I'm sorry I didn't have to talk to you."

'... I'll take care of it. Because the concubine is the strongest and most righteous devil. The will of the concubine shall pass on to Dean. Rest assured.'

Garlock called me, and Belzevute returned it that way.

"... come on, please. Enough is enough. I'm sorry I couldn't say hello to Narc's lady, but tell her to do fine when she wakes up. He's a hunk of taste, so he's gonna be stronger and stronger."

Garlock turned to Edda, who was laid to rest by a tree.

Edda was on the move, losing consciousness because she bled too much.

Now that we don't have the tools or the time, we need to get to a safe place a little faster.

I pulled out the blade of the Devil's Sword Belzella.

Let the blade transmit magic and activate the Raging Blade.

The black light covered the blade.

Insert the tip of the blade into Gallock's abdomen.

He felt Garlock's Odd in his hand separately from the Devil's Sword Berzera.

It was, if I may say so, a flame that was about to disappear.

But I was still trying to keep burning mightily.

I pulled the most dazzling odd out of it.

"That, ha. It's over? I don't know, don't feel weird."

"... thank you, Mr. Garlock. I'm a little nervous that you can use it on me... but let me definitely help."

I bowed my head to Garlock.

"It's this way to apologize. I got you all involved in dealing with a mighty enemy who was originally my benefactor."

Garlock said so, turning in a different direction from his previous path and pulling out the Magic Sword.

He's going to pull the chaser and run away to another side.

"... be careful, they were coming to crush us more seriously than expected."

I nodded.

The army in the Romaburg branch was overwhelmed by the fact that Priya's troops were outrun by us.

The battle at the city gate was a good one for us because we could set it up at any time we wanted.

It was a big deal that the other side was alarmed, and that the battle flow was on our side here.

But Marty, the head of the Romaburg army, surely didn't think that was all.

He ordered the two units to move in tandem to ensure we were disposed of.

But that must be all that's slowing down the investigation and the scope for it as we're putting the troops together.

Yet what has caught up so quickly is that the number of military personnel being put into service is much higher than assumed.

I carried Edda.

Mani pulled Celia's hand.

"Let's go, Celia."

"Yes, I don't... Mr. Garlock, Mr. Garlock! He said he'd stay with me, he'd protect me...!

Celia waved her arm to unravel the mani and desperately tried to return to Garlock.

"... I hope you're not wasting Mr. Garlock's readiness"

When Mani said that, Celia cried and stopped her arm.

Mani carried Celia.

Finally, Mani and I bowed our heads wide to Gallock and hurried the way ahead.

After going a little further, I looked back unexpectedly.

Garlock was watching our backs, too.

"Bad, young lady. You couldn't keep your word. I'm glad my last mate felt good like you guys."

Garlock muttered so quietly, staring lonely at the sheath of the Magic Sword.

I guess you thought you wouldn't be delivering the blade to the sheath anymore.

I just ran a little bit and heard Canvia from afar.

"Hahaha! We finally caught up! They must be pretty worn out! Instruction not to let him back alive anyway, let's have some fun!

Celia looked back behind her back so that she could pull her hair back.

But we can't just stop.

Desperately kept running forward.

"You're late! I'll pay you back! Your people's troops are in a state of devastation, but you're okay with not replenishing them? I can't believe you're anxious to keep your face scattered and not surrounded by numbers. It's like the army is a little ghost, Goblin."

Garlock's screaming voice echoes in the woods.

Something sounded thrown at me.

Perhaps Garlock threw the sheath of the Magic Sword at the Kanvians.

"Kill him! Flashy!

Canvia's voice makes the mess so intense at once.

Looks like the army chaser has increased the speed at which he runs.