"Six years ago, I became a B-rank thanks to the protection of the spiritual eye."
Siegmund thinks so.
Back then, I was obsessed with a steep spot of demons if I followed an arrow. With such a sweet feeling for the relatively epidermal soft low-level demons that we had defeated until then, we headed to the woods to hunt the party and Wyburn we were hunting together.
The location of the hunt was chosen among the hard-to-fly woods, distant from Wyburn's habitat. Until the terrain in our favor, the scouts painstakingly brought only one Wyburn, but the shieldman had no power to retain Wyburn. No, so do the other members. Members fleeing the scatter.
In the midst of the confusion, Siegmund was not equipped at the time to defeat Wyburn alone, who was attacked with Siegmund as his prey.
Dodd, dodd, my heart hits the early bell. Siegmund remembered the pain of that day when his vision stained red with his own blood.
As then, there is nothing between Sieg and Wyburn to block Wyburn's attack.
Wyburn descends sharply from the heights, approaching a distance of a few meters. They will eat poison needles and swirl over the sky. You can see the movement of the swinging tail, the movement of the muscles of the wings contracting in preparation for the swirl.
(visible………)
Back then, when I thought I had allowed Wyburn to approach me, I was blown away with my tail and eating poison. A slight movement of the wings can be seen in the orbit of the swinging tail, which was not visible at that time. When the shaken poison tail is stirred in a slight motion, it is truncated with the sword of Mithril.
(I didn't even know then to put magic through my weapon...)
Only demons stabbed with very ordinary iron arrows came down. Because I was hunting like that all the time, my body wasn't working out to Loc, and now that I think about it, I didn't even know how to use my body. Even though the arrow that was fired was caught in Wyburn's epidermis and the wound did not materialize, the magical Mithril sword cut off Wyburn's tail as if it were a rope.
"Gekyo gah."
Raising his voice of pain and anger, Wyburn, by the way, loses his tail and corrects the collapsed balance to flap his wings trying to move into flight again.
Wind Edge
But Siege's wind blade cleaves the wingspan. Wyburn's wings, having lost their lifting power, scratch the sky, and his body falls to the ground without rising.
"Gyo-ki-ki-ki-ki-kah"
Wyburn raising his voice of anger. Standing up with two hind legs, he runs with two legs towards me like a Raptor. Wyburn, who lives mainly in high altitudes such as rocky mountains and craters, on the barrier, but with developed leg muscle strength, comes towards Raptor at a speed no less. Grab Sieg's head with a winged hook nail, and peel his nails off, trying to bite him into the neck muscle.
(Same as then......)
At that time, Wyburn's hook and nail grabbed Sieg's right head and crushed his spiritual eye, tearing his head to the right and leaving a deep wound on his face with momentum that just ripped him off. When Wyburn opened his mouth so wide that he could wrap it around his bumpy left neck, an arrow stuck in his mouth. You were simply lucky to defeat Wyburn by an arrow that reached the cerebrospinal cord from your mouth.
As if to look at that time, Sieg receives a hook claw stretched to grab it, with a Mithrill sword, and jumps to power. At that time, Sieg was the one who flirted with the power, but now he can beat back every wingman in Wyburn. After he bounced off the hook nail, he punched his sword sideways into the mouth of the open Wyburn and shook it down to the back of his head. A sword trident ran from his mouth to his skull, and Wyburn, who had his head cut off, made a noise with Zushin and fell to the earth as it was.
(Too bad………)
Without struggling, the earlier battle that lightly defeated Wyburn was as unrealistic as any other HR. When I heard about the Wyburn hunt, I thought I couldn't take it down.
I raise the sword of Mithril and see her face in full swing.
(Who is this?
Six years ago, on that day, Siegmund was intoxicated by the strength of the spiritual eye and believed in his own strength.
The man who shows himself doesn't have a spiritual eye or anything. The one-eyed man, who easily buried the struggling Wyburn with the Spirit Eye, crawls down the ground every day of training every day, facing his weakness when he lacks the strength to protect his master.
(Who is this?
The man with the Spirit Eye turned to the mirror every morning, confident even in his face of the number of women who stood by him. The memorable face was a disgusting feeling of arrogance without nostrils.
After losing his spiritual eye and falling into slavery, his face, which could not even afford to see him in a water mirror, but no longer had any hesitation in rubbing his forehead to the ground to get some food, was terribly vain and ugly, but he was no longer even moved by it.
The man who now shows himself was different from any other person Sieg remembers. When I came to the labyrinth city, I stopped looking in the mirror for any purpose other than getting familiar. I want to watch more, because I can't keep my eyes open.
Every morning I combed my hair into the mirror and nodded with a 'kampei' and a look that seemed to hear my heart, the back of my head still has a brilliant sleeping habit, such a person.
They don't deal with me from anyone, they healed and cleansed me without distracting me from the putrid scars of a slave like filth, and even though they touched my hair that emitted a strange odor and fixed it, I just cut a little too much hair and it seems like I missed my eyes a little awkwardly, that's who I am.
The face of a man who had been watching the Lord seemed like someone he did not know, boasting a sobering amount of magic and making hundreds of advanced potions with cool faces every day, but about to fall with a cobblestone with no steps.
There is no such thing as spiritual eyes.
But I felt that if he was the man who showed himself, Siegmund could make his wish come true.
(This is……, this is me)
Siegmund squeezes Mithril's sword. When I first came to the Labyrinth City, Mariella prepared a sword with half her fortune in it, even though she said that she had yet to see enough of her life. The same goes for the feeling that even if something happens to Mariela, the Lord, Siege will not be in trouble, but that sword, which was spent sparingly at half of all his wealth when his life is not even certain, is a treasure worth more than a sum to Siege. This sword was well acquainted with the magic of Siege, adding more sharpness to the magic of his temptation.
The man who shows himself must deserve this sword. Even if it still doesn't arrive now, I'm sure we can make it. It seemed that way to Siegmund.
"Hey, Mr. Siegmund. Hey, come home."
"Link Sue, let me soak you up a little bit more -"
Lynx calls out to Sieg, who stares at the sword and stands up. Edgan is in full tour mode sitting on a stone around it. "Chapter One: Siege's Snowflake Battle, Chapter Two: Emotions of Victory," and so on, live streamed to the title.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking."
Sieg returns to me in the voice of Lynx and looks back at the two of them.
"Fine. Hey, Wyburn, you did it, didn't you? We can look at A-rank, right?
"Right. If we give him to the transport unit, we'll keep taking him down."
Sieg walks up to Lynx and the others when he puts his sword in his sheath. It's a neat look, like your troubles are clear. I can even feel the strong will to go forward positively toward the goal.
"Ooh, I'm glad it looks like something blew out. Well, I have something to say first."
Lynx talks to Siege. Sieg has a very calm look. I guess that's how you feel, quietly accepting any story now. "Hmm? What?" and just prompt Lynx to follow.
"Me, I'll tell Mariella when I'm A-ranked."
Siegmund solidified with pissilli on the spot.
"Wow. Chapter Three: Strong Enemies, Appear?
Edgan's narration marked the opening of a new chapter.
Siegmund is the only one frozen, and I can't feel the harshness of winter in the breeze that has blown through.
"No, it's" Spring, Come, Come, "isn't it?
Modifying the chapter title given by Edgan, Lynx turned to the back of the woods that blew away as if following the wind. At the end of the trees where the wind rocked, I can see the buds still growing, albeit stiff. When I look closely, I crack the weed at my feet and the buds are also in my face. The sound of the wind shaking the grass if you clear your ears mixes with the breath of the forest animals who woke up from their hibernation.
Spring was about to come to the labyrinth city.