Minerva woke up, feeling faintly breathless.
"U, umm ..."
"Is it up, young lady?"
As you slowly open your eyelids, you'll see Moore lying down. Of course, that's not what Moore is lying down, but only because Minerva's body is lying on the ground.
"here?"
Look around while raising a heavy body.
Elongated grass that stretches out as far as the eye can see, strong sunlight falling from heaven, and grains of dry sand on the palm. There is no doubt that it is outdoors because of the grassy smell.
"Where?"
I could not see any buildings around. At least Minerva, who thought he wasn't in the royal city, asked Moore, but returned a disappointing gesture.
"When I realized I was falling down here, and it wasn't even thirty minutes yet.
I look up at the sky.
As the brightly lit Minerva glanced upward, the sun was shining and the blue sky was spreading all the way. At any rate, it is surely past noon because the daytime and the day are leaning.
"how much--"
Minerva closes her mouth as if time has passed. As Moore said earlier, he awoke himself less than 30 minutes ago. You won't know for sure.
"Well, I don't know, but I don't think it's been that long."
"Why do you know that?"
"You're still a former mercenary, and you're an active soldier. You can estimate to some extent how long you've been lying in your body. Experience tells you that it's not been that long. It's long or enough-I don't think it's been more than half a day by any means ...
Moore's voice, which answers Minerva's questions, also ends in a butt recess.
It was late at night when he was attacked at the Duke's mansion and lost consciousness. Turning now, the sun is starting to fall west above the sky. Normally, half a day or more has passed, but Moore's feeling is that it has not.
"Well, I can't help but worry about the time. The problem is that it's here, at least because it's very invisible to a safe and secure village. To find a way back to the royal capital. "
Moore's proposal was reasonable.
Minerva replied, "I understand," and then suddenly remembered another one-no one.
"By the way, where is Rona?"
"Oh, Aldis's buddy? Then it's over there."
Moore's point was on a rock that looked like a slightly elevated platform. Minerva relaxes his cheeks as he stretches out his limbs and stands strong.
"Rona!"
Rona notices Minerva's call and rushes down the rock.
"Good. You were the same."
Minerva sits down and embraces her golden body as she greets Rona at her feet.
"Well then, let's look for it on the highway first. If it's a human village, that would be better ..."
"Yes, everyone is worried."
Following Moore's words, Minerva got up with a short sword in hand.
Then about an hour. Minerva and others were walking down the prairie in a direction that seems to be south.
If this is the land around the royal capital, at least the coastline is in the southern direction. If Minerva's place is north of the Royal City, you will definitely be able to get closer to the Royal City, otherwise you will be able to figure out some location if you go out to sea. Needless to say, there is a higher possibility of going out on a town or a highway before that.
"I thought," Was the estimate a bit sweet? "
Moore stopped, distorting the eyebrows into a curvy shape.
I've been walking a lot since then, but I can't find anything that seems to be a road. Of course, he couldn't find any figures.
Moore, who began to be impatient, held his hand over his eyes and glanced distantly.
"What happened?"
"... people are attacked by beasts"
"eh?"
Minerva's gaze, following Moore's gaze, revealed several moving shadows, which were far apart in the direction of travel. The jump-and-dance movement certainly looks like a beast attacking humans.
"I have to help!"
"But putting the young lady at risk ..."
"This is not the case now! I can do some protection and I'll be with Rona!"
Above all, I want information to return to the capital. Helping the assailant will tell you where this is, and the road to the royal capital. In this place, where even the highways are missing, the human source was invaluable.
"... I see. I can't deny that I want information. Be careful to stay as close to me as possible."
Moore reluctantly accepted Minerva's words and began to run with his sword.
"Lona, let's go!"
Clinching the short sword's sheath, Minerva chased after Moore.
As you approach, the situation at the site becomes clear. Two people are believed to be attacked. The six-legged beast in dark blue fur is the assailant, moving around it.
There are four beasts in all. Retreat The beast, reminiscent of a large cat, bares its tusks, crawls, bites human feet and arms, and quickly subsides before being hit back. He did not go deeper, switching in as if preying on him, giving a small wound.
"That's too late!"
I guess it was just a little late. Until then, the two humans who were barely showing a counterattack fell down forcelessly, and four beasts swarmed there.
"Shit, now!"
Moore curses the bad timing.
He might have been helped three minutes earlier. Conversely, three minutes later, there would have been an option to abandon them in favor of Minerva's safety.
But I can't turn back now. The beasts have already noticed this. The beasts are not content with just killing them, and Minerva are beginning to recognize themselves as hunting prey.
The four beasts turned their gazes on them. Apparently he had been targeted as a target.
"Daughter! Don't leave me!"
"Yes!"
With his sword in hand, Moore stands in front of Minerva and intercepts the beast.
Behind him, Minerva also pulled out his short sword. Even if you can't beat the beast, you'll be able to check it.
"Even me ..."
What Minerva is now demanding is to stay as low as possible. Of course, no matter how you fall, it is undeniable that you will be able to reduce Moore's burden at all.
"Gururu!"
A dark blue beast rushes to Moore.
"Don't lick!"
Relying on his sword technique, Moore climbed up to the commander of the national army. There is no way to deal with about four beasts. Minerva and Moore opened their eyes astonishingly the next moment when a sharp swing seemed to slash the beast.
"what!"
The beast jumps backward in the air, as if kicking an invisible wall. Anyway on the ground, it was impossible behavior in the air without a foothold.
"Battalion, right hand!"
Minerva warned. In coordination with the beast retreating in front, another beast on Moore's right hand peels his fangs.
"fast!?"
The steps are sharper than the average beast. The beast's fangs approach Moore's right arm.
"Chikushome!"
He would have decided that it would not be enough to pull the sword back. Moore attempts to crush the beast's head with the handle, as if by fisting it down from its position.
But the blow does not reach the beast. The sound of Palin and the cracking of the glass plate sounded, and Moore's hand was interrupted by something.
"What is this !?"
Moore releases a check kick while Moore is confused by the sudden discomfort. The beast also turns itself quickly. However, the point where the sword reached was an instant earlier.
When I thought the blade would tear the beast's skin.
"Now ...!"
Moore's face stains astonishingly.
It sounded as though it had been struck into metal armor, and Moore's sword was repelled without even scratching the surface of the beast.
"Damn, how hard!"
Moore makes the second and third shots while attacking him, but the second shot is thrown away and the third shot that he managed to hit is also bounced back without any damage. Meanwhile, Moore's breath began to rise.
Minerva could not believe the sight in front of him. Commander Moore Greysta is known to be one of the ten kings in swordsmanship. That Moore was attacking the beast opponent was incredibly hard to believe. Testimony However, it is true that Moore is struggling, which is, of course, an increasing danger to Minerva.
"Lady!"
One beast slipped past Moore's side.
"Ah……"
Despite hearing the warning, Minerva cannot move at all. The short sword in my hand seemed to be in a distant world, and as for my body, I felt like it was not my own.
At the moment when the head turned white in the shape of a beast approaching at a turning speed, a golden shadow came out from the side of sight.
"Rona!"
He instantly senses the identity of the shadow, and Minerva's mouth shouts its name. Rona jumps from the side and clings to the beast's throat.
"Fujiaa!"
Harsh screams are exhaled from the beast's mouth in sudden suffering. In spite of that, Rona ate the throat flute and renounced the beast's body without any need, and flew to the beast one after another. The one is torn with its claws, the one is gently blown away, and the last one strikes the head against the ground. It was an instant.
"Eh ... what ..."
Even Moore loses his words for the first time.
"It's amazing! Rona, you were so strong!"
Minerva, on the other hand, was impressed with the power of Rona.
"... I don't mean Date's partner with Aldis .... Well, this isn't my position."
Moore recovers from the shock and praises Rona in his own words. It's a pleasure to have a reassuring companion, but to him, who is originally Minerva's escort, he is keenly aware of his inadequacy.
However, this is not the case if you are stuck with a silly face. In fact, without Rona he wouldn't know what Minerva was like.
Even if there was no escort named Minerva, Moore would have been able to keep fighting against all four.
"Well, it's better for the human being attacked ..."
Moore, who has regained his mind, has begun walking towards the place where the two beasts had fallen.
Probably too late, but if you have a breath you can't afford to let go. Kind Of course, if you are not a healing magician, there is almost no chance that Minerva, who does not have any healing tools, will be able to survive the treatment. Congratulations Moore may have thought that he could do as much as he could, but for the price of their water and food.
"Well ...!"
Moore's feet stop, and a muffled voice spills out of her mouth.
"What did you do?"
Minerva, chasing after her, noticed Moore's appearance and looked into her, breathing in. The two men and women who had fallen there were armed.
"Th-This is……"
Minerva noticed that each of them wore a similar set of equipment, similar to Moore, with a familiar emblem painted as part of the decoration. Next to Minerva's words, Moore, staring at the fallen human figure, squeezes.
"My ... subordinates."