Almark felt the sweat finally erupting from his entire body with the fallen gizzarte in front of him.
It was dangerous.
I can still see my hands trembling.
The strength and experience of the sword were over there.
If they had fought slowly on their hips, they probably wouldn't have won.
But Ghizalte was in a hurry for battle for failing the raid, and perhaps for fear of Morgen's reinforcement.
So I could read a monotonous attack.
Had the slaughter from stepping in been more diverse, it probably wouldn't have prevented it.
But Gizarte's attack in haste of settlement concentrated on Almark's neck muscles.
So I could prevent it and win.
... but.
Almark thought.
That's a battle, too. Strength and results do not always match.
One more thing, I gained experience.
"Almark!
They call me by my name and look back.
Morgen was rushing over.
Morgen stops frightened when he sees Ghizalte's body.
"Oh, you did it."
"Oh. Thanks to Morgen. Thanks."
Almark smiled.
"What about Wendy?
"Maybe he's still asleep on the fourth floor. Mr. Ward and the others watched..."
When Morgen was about to say, many servants ran out of the hall.
Ward, a loyal old butler of the Bar Herb family, is at the forefront of this.
"Lord Almark! Are you all right?"
"Mr. Ward. You're all safe."
Almark laughs at Ward for running over.
"... Wendy is"
"The lady won't wake up yet... I can't help it, because you did all that alone"
Almark nods at Ward's words.
"... right. Wendy was amazing."
When the three of us, Almark, Morgen and Wendy, were enjoying a chat in the reception room without any other love.
Hearing shitty noises and screams from the courtyard, Almark realized everything in an instant.
End of happy time.
A mercenary attack.
"What's that noise? No way."
Wendy rushes over to the window.
"Wendy, no"
Almark stopped pushing it.
If an enemy has a flying tool, it is dangerous to expose yourself through a window.
"But"
"Maybe they were hired by your father's political opponents."
If this happens, I'll have to tell you.
I'm here to kill you.
Wendy's face blues slightly. I can't help it.
"We'll stop. Wendy, you're somewhere safe."
Blocking Almark's words, what Wendy said was unexpected.
"We have to protect everyone!!"
Almark also complains of his admiration.
"I won't let anyone kill me anymore!!"
There was a flame of anger in Wendy's eyes.
Almark never saw Wendy expose her strong emotions so far.
It was then that I forgot it was an emergency and was confused by Wendy's unexpected appearance.
Almark felt a tremendous stream of magic bouncing out of her body.
Is it gushing out of her body, or is it pouring in from somewhere else? Anyway, an unusual amount of magic wrapped Wendy that Almark had yet to feel.
What, this is...
While Almark is overwhelmed, Wendy flips herself out of the room.
"A, Almark, what shall we do?"
Morgen calls to say grate.
"Mercenaries from the north are here. They're gonna kill us all!
At times like this, noise doesn't make it anything.
Almark calms down and takes his long sword.
"It's okay. I have you and me. I'll figure it out."
"Me and you..."
"Anyway, let's go after Wendy. Morgen has a cane too."
"Wow, okay."
The two jumped out into the hallway.
Ward ran up there.
"You two, the lady..."
"Now leave the room"
When I was about to tell you, Wendy ran back.
I have a cane in my hand.
"Lady!"
Ward screams.
"The werewolves have broken in! Now that the guards are stopped in the garden, the lady needs to evacuate to the fourth floor."
"Evacuate everyone on the fourth floor! All of you!"
Wendy waved her wand as she told him to be able to wear it on Ward's words.
"Ah!?"
Ward gives a surprise voice.
The pottery jar placed in the hallway turned into Ward-like.
The art of change.
It's one of the magics Wendy's been good at lately.
Ward, who should have been a pot, looks around for a moment.
I can not only change my appearance, I can even move.
"Everybody run upstairs. Because I'm gonna make a replacement for everyone."
What you're saying is a mess.
I guess Wendy's spirit is pretty confused because she's wrapped up in immense magic.
But the magic that's swirling in its body right now is enough to make it even feel horrible to Almark. It's not the magic of a very elementary girl.
Did the crisis of life not only of herself, but also of the servants, including Ward, awaken the magic that was asleep in her?
It's an unusual kind of magic that can't be explained unless you think about it.
"I won't let you kill anyone."
Wendy screams. I thought Almark was beautiful with that amazing look on his face.
"Lady, what the hell are you talking about? I don't care what happens to us. Come on up."
Ward also screams in desperate shape, but Wendy doesn't mind waving her wand and turning the ornamental plant into a single servant figure.
"Ma'am! Listen to me!
But Wendy doesn't listen.
Wendy's spirit is all spent controlling the tremendous magic that springs up and expressing magic, making reason unworkable and unable to make normal decisions.
How much did you make of the servant's fake, even though it wouldn't help solve the situation?
Wendy's strong willingness not to let anyone kill her. That's the only thing that has surfaced beyond the thick walls of magic and gone wild.
But one thought came to Almark, who was watching it, as in heaven.
"No, Mr. Ward! Let's go with this!