This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

Asked about the situation from Olivier, Jared, who vowed to protect him, was wearing a battle suit and waiting for Pfile.

The mansion's garden has already been fixed by Jared interfering with the earth spirits.

Fortunately, the flower garden is still safe, but I don't know what will happen in tonight's fight. The Oliviers told me that they didn't care, but it caught my heart to waste the flowers Hannellone liked.

Already, the sun is tilting.

Olivier is together in the name of drinking tea with Hannellone. Trane also refrains from being by his side as a service.

I don't think a new adventurer could prepare it yesterday today, so the big problem is only Pfile.

But just in case, I'm telling the Duke there's a raid tonight. At the same time, he asks Hannellone and the others to stay on standby until something happens.

I don't think it's possible, but if Pfile, who noticed the Duke of Alway's support, escapes, he has no ex or child. Regardless, I don't necessarily have an assassin other than Pfile, so I'm only getting a strict glance there. In case anything happens, backup will kill you as soon as possible.

If we don't settle tonight, the Oliviers will have to spend a frightening day with the assassins. I'm sorry about that.

The Duke of Alway also decided that when he found out that Pfile was part of the Vault Toyfer, he couldn't fathom it with your knights. He made a bitter decision when he turned to his assistant just in case.

At the same time, they also focus on keeping an eye on the side chambers for any movement, so maybe everything will be cleared up today.

With such anticipation in his chest, Jared awaited Pfile, as the sun fell, without sound, Pfile descended into the garden of the Duke of Alway's separate residence.

I haven't seen you yesterday.

"Looks like the poison on the arrow didn't work either. It seems to be out of bounds. But I'm here today to finish you off, and I'm on a mission."

Like Jared, Pfile was not in full condition. The burns and lacerations I sustained last night couldn't have healed completely overnight, and there was a bandage wrapped around my body. The black coat also leaves behind signs of tearing and burning.

That's the same for Jared, the battle suit is torn, with holes in it. There are many burned places, and I have to make a new one when I finish this one. I also need a haircut because my slightly longer dark hair has been burned.

"I'm dying of poison."

"Don't say strange things like don't poison the assassin. You can kill a target with certainty because you have multiple attempts to kill them - but your presence is the exception in everything."

"Do you know that? Well, I just want to fight and bust you, but I'll give you one last warning. You're not going to surrender?

"Whatever, no"

I thought so, and Pfile bows and leads the arrow toward Jared, who shrugs inside.

"I'm telling you, if I surrender now and tell you who I asked you to be, I won't do anything wrong"

"I will not sell my client in the name of Vault Toyfel"

"Well, I'm just saying. I've decided to take you down. Olivier, I can't forgive you for trying."

"Then you can try knocking it down. Vault Toyfel rules are extremely simple. Strength is everything. If you can defeat me, I'll reveal my client."

To Pfile's words, Jared opened his eyes slightly to his surprise.

Honestly, it was a surprise. If you were an assassin, you wouldn't reveal your client if you died, because that's what you thought.

"No need to be surprised. Our Vault Toyfer is all about strength. Therefore, if you are stronger than me, I will obey you."

"Simple guys."

"Because of its simplicity, the organization has been around for a long time."

"Then it doesn't change what I do. I'll take you down. And reveal your client and punish him"

Resolve anew. Jared sets up a short sword.

Hmm, and Pfile leaks his voice.

"Can you use your sword? I was wondering if you were talented because I heard that the governor wouldn't succeed you while you were the eldest son of the Baron Daum family of swords"

"Except that the housekeeper can't inherit and I can't use my sword, but everyone thinks the same thing like you. You'll see how much my sword is."

"Then fight to know your skill."

Place a short sword in your right hand and grip a sheath in your left hand. The short sword was dusty without the user Olivier had taken it from anywhere in the mansion. It was never a business, it was a dish sold everywhere.

Not a very good cut because of my neglect to take care of it. But that's fine.

"Don't resent me when I'm dead."

"That's our dialogue."

Jared and Pfile keep their gaze together, kill each other's breath and ask each other how to get out.

He tries to lure his opponent into his own time, twitching and booting heels.

I didn't need a signal.

It's time for the two of us to kick each other in the ground.

If a third party had been on this spot, it would have looked like the two of them had disappeared. The two moved at an unnoticed speed.

The metal noise rang and the spark scattered was the midpoint where the two stood.

Short swords and steel bows run into each other as they continue to stand, making noises and sprinkling sparks.

We are in a state where we don't use our best witchcraft and bows and arrows with each other, but speed and strength were mutually reinforcing.

The sheath gripped by Jared's left hand waves like a sword, approaching Pfile. But when Pfile cleverly twists his torso, he sticks out the arrow he had in his right hand. I am not allowed to touch my body because I know the arrows are poisoned. Slap and bounce the arrow with the sheath.

Kicking the chest of Pfile trying to pull a new arrow out of his back, he heads to an assassin who has taken a few steps back and waves a short sword in front of letting the arrow stand.

Jared's blow only allowed him to gently slash and tear his chest from his side by drawing a beautiful arc, but also by the reflex nerves of the Pfile cultivated in the battle.

Black clothes and clothes were slashed and white skin and blood flowing from the wound peeked.

"Don't do it"

Pfile, distorting her lips and laughing at her no, pulls the arrow out of her back faster than ever before, leads her to the bow and releases it.

He can only release one bow at a time, but he has three in his hand. One was released, followed by one, and another was fired in a series of rounds between.

But Jared hasn't lost either. Slash off every single one of them wielding the short sword. Even arrows released from close range are no longer a threat to Jared with a sword.

"I see, is that the way you fought?

"That's right. I am a swordsman and a magician. I am proud to say that I am halfway through neither of them, but I am skilled enough not to have any trouble fighting."

"Those who are not often used on the continent today, but who possess combat skills like you - are called Demon Swordsmen"

"Nice. I got that name!

He waved a short sword and slashed down more unleashed arrows as he broke his face like a child despite the fact that he was fighting.

"... it's not clear."

"Me and you are pretty much the same."

But you haven't used magic yet.

"I think you're still hiding something, too. Right?"

Pfile laughed instead of answering the question.

"I knew it. Then let's fight and settle for each other in real style"

"My use of the original method of combat is forbidden by Vault Toyfer"

"So if you want to die, be my guest."

Jared wonders. To be enjoying the fight against Pfile, the assassins targeting the Oliviers.

Think about it, it's been a long time since I've had such a struggling fight.

In an attempt to die surrounded by a flock of flying dragons, there were only so many, not as many threats as one.

Fighting and other easy decisions are made. Difficult magic is the most efficient way to learn and actually use simple magic. Using big moves to win lightly. That's not true.

I've gotten over it with it so far. I've also experienced defeat, but without dying, I've killed my opponent again.

But Pfile is different.

Being an opponent of equal strength who can confirm his skill makes me wonder if he can train himself by continuing to fight, and I want to be fighting more.

"No, your - let's honor the strength of Jared Murphy and break the ban on Vault Toyfer"

"Don't make me happy."

"It's a fact. Because I thought I couldn't win if I didn't break the ban. But if I break the ban, you won't win."

I assure you, I don't feel any luxury from Pfile. He really thinks he can defeat Jared if he uses the powers forbidden to Vault Toyfer.

Jared's instinct tells him not to let Pfile use his powers. But Jared himself as a magician was crying out to see the power. You don't have to be wondering which one to choose. I'm a little sorry this time is over, but Jared's aim is to protect the Oliviers.

I can't put my curiosity first and put them in danger.

"Then the power is fine. I'll take you down. That's all I can't give away."

"That's an odd encounter. I must defeat you, too, and carry out my mission. Even if we break the Vault Toyfer ban, yes!

For a moment, a tremendous amount of magic rises from the body of Pfile.

To its magic quantity and quality, Jared is stunned. The more I wondered why I was using bows and arrows without witchcraft, the more clearly I found my qualities as a Pfile mage.

Jared spits on the fact that it was completely unexpected. I regretted, for example, that I should have been forced to kill myself, even at the expense of myself, even if the skill of the sword and bow were antagonistic.

"Now I have broken the commandment. We at Vault Yifer must kill our enemies only with skill, without relying on magic. Perhaps I will be punished for using magic. But I recognized Jared Murphy as an enemy I couldn't defeat until then."

"It's an honor..."

"I've never used it on a mission before. I can't help you, but I'll kill you without suffering."

Jared will improve his magic and practice himself so that he can respond immediately.

And

"Let me show you my power called the Demon Bullet"

Pfile disappeared from sight.