The battle against Behemoth continues.
The Knights, Magic Divisions, and Adventurers who are participating in the battle are fighting together, but the legendary Magic Beast, Behemoth, has not been able to inflict fatal injuries. Fortunately, the legendary Behemoth was a small individual.
But Behemoth's greatest weapon, horns and fangs, have yet to be broken and stopped.
Among them, the good fighters were a female swordsman named Letie, who scolded Daisy in front of the gate, and a heavy warrior named Marc, an unknown adventurer who returned with his dominant arm. Fathers and royal magicians are fighting back.
I was giving them the necessary potions for free to support them at all.
"Burning Hell (Inferno)!"
That's what your father said.
"Fighters around Behemoth, stay away from the surroundings!
When instructions from the Magic Division flew, the warriors who were swarming in Behemoth withdrew from the scene.
When your father raised his arms, a big flame rolled up in his palm and hit Behemoth. And behemoth stubbornly swallowed up the flame, and burned himself. The beast's hair around it is filled with the smell of skin burning meat.
Behemoth suffers and goes mad.
By the time the flames had finally disappeared from his body, Behemoth had lost sight of his eye moisture.
"That's Henry of [Burglary]!
The Magic Division cheers on your father's magical power.
... I didn't know your father had two names.
I offer a mana potion from the bottom to my father on top of a big magic jar.
"Thanks... but I'll talk to you later."
My father gave me his hand and told me to take the mana potion.
... I guess I'll preach later.
But for a while, the joy of springing up.
Behemoth, who had lost sight and was intensely furious. The horn and fangs are still alive. Very dangerous. And I couldn't see, and I just tried my Special Attack by relying on the signs of people who felt it.
"Watch out!
Marc rushes toward Letier, sheltering him from Behemoth's Special Attack. At that time, Marc's belly was cut deep by Behemoth's fangs, just in bad luck.
"Gh...."
Mark squeezes his stomach and sweats his face into pain.
"Marc!"
Letia, sheltered by Marc, crawled to the ground and waited for Behemoth's Special Attack to pass.
"Sorry, I'm out of potions. Please bear with the pain for a while."
That said, to make sure it was safe, Letia immediately took Mark on her shoulders and hid herself in the gate.
"Somebody! Somebody! Potion...."
"I'll see. Because I have potions."
I restrain myself from screaming for help, and I see Mark's grumpy stomach. For a moment, you feel vomiting in the scar that took a part of your internal organs. But I barely endured it.... that's not the case.
"What does a child do...?!
Retia protests against me. Of course, because I am a child. But I, the alchemist, have something to do now.
"Yes, I'm still a kid! But there's something I can do as an alchemist!
I shouted so that I could speak to myself rather than to Letia.
"He's got some of his guts. I'm going to use Hypotion."
That's how you hypnotize the wound. Then, the chipped organs swell up, regain their original shape, and settle neatly into your belly. Then, the muscles, meat, fat, and epidermis were covered, and there were no ruthless scars.
"... hah!
Mark felt relieved when the severe pain disappeared and took a big breath. After a few rough breaths, your breathing gradually calms down.... it's okay now.
"Marc!"
Retia hugged Marc and trembled her shoulders and cried.
"... I thought it was no good..."
Mark stretches out his arms and strokes Letier's head.
"... baaah. Who would take care of you without me?"
Letia filled Marc's chest with her face.
"Lady!
Marcus, who was adding potions, ran through the crowd.
"Marcus, we're still short of potions! You, too!
I give instructions to Marcus when he comes.
Marcus began to distribute potions in response to voices around him.
I see the wounded warriors. I saw a beast ravaging the warriors with wounds.
"... Fairy, Spirit, Spirit King. Will I only be able to watch over the wounded?"
All I can do is take the back. It's only healing after the injury. It is sad to see the wounded. Their pain strikes them as hard as their own.
When there was a tear on my cheek and it spilled into a small leaf that could be called a weed growing on the earth.
I heard that voice in my head.
"... Daisy. Why are you crying so much?"
Surrounded by green light, I hear a harsh, gentle voice echoing through my head.
"I have no power to protect everyone. Is it because I am a child? It's sad that everybody gets hurt and suffers."
The strong green light eventually took on a human form and took on the form of an adult man with leafy wings. Her hair is long and her head is crowned with braided branches with young leaves.
"Don't cry, Daisy, you're not helpless. Don't cry, my sweet beloved... he has invaded the realm of men and monsters, hurting too much what is supposed to live here. I am the King of the Green Spirit, your mourning is my mourning.... let's help you."
Yes, when the Green Spirit King declares, the trees, plants, flowers, and all kinds of "green family" glow green. Then, from the green ground and the large trees, green cymbals with a thick tree grow, and head towards Behemoth.
And the commandments of Ibaraki were entangled in Behemoth's body, and they sealed his movement. The more Behemoth tries to wave his commandments, the stronger the commandments are, and the closer the pot is to the beast. And the biggest murder weapon, horns and fangs, was no longer fit to move.
"" "Now!
Magic divisions and adventurer magicians unleash magic at once. Even though the magic was hurt, the warnings were regenerated.
Marc owes me!
A recovered Letier runs.
And when he came unto the beast that was commanded, he jumped high, and threw his sword into the midst of his eyebrows with all his weight.
The blade penetrates the beast's skull and destroys its interior.
What happened... the beast fell down as I rolled up the dust.
Then the chisel, which had commanded Behemoth, returned to the earth loosely, and vanished from the earth.
"My dear Daisy. I won't cry anymore... goodbye."
When the green Spirit King wiped the traces of tears on my cheeks, he disappeared as if they were dissolving in the air.