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

The ground, interfered by the spirits who were offered immense magic, protrudes greatly, turning it into multiple blades and attacking Pfile like a wave.

A high-density condensed demon bullet is released, cutting the wind and heading straight to Jared.

Pfile's arrows had the power they deserved to call demon bullets. The more you outsmart the sword of an industry, the more you pierce and destroy the blades of a strong and cut earth one after another.

But every time I pierced one blade, it stalled and became less powerful.

The blades of the crushed earth become fragments and attack Jared as well as Pfile.

Fragments hurt your body before Jared unfolds the barrier without the energy to move your body already. That's the same for Pfile, with fragments stabbing all over his body.

They couldn't move and stood still because they fired a blow all over each other.

The demon bullet heads to Jared as he crushes, crushes and pierces the blade of the earth. In a hazy consciousness, Jared managed to deploy the barrier, but he can't kill the momentum of the demon bullet.

I tried to take the demon bullet by deploying more barriers, but I couldn't take the demon bullet after spending all my magic.

The demon bullet hits Jared's body directly so he can be sucked in. Shooting through his left shoulder, he burst into the rear ground, making a big hole.

Jared looking back makes his bloodless face even worse. If he hadn't penetrated his body and the arrows had stayed in his body, his own body would have exploded.

That the orbit was slightly so by the barrier and that the blow all over Pfile was more than I could have imagined. And the fact that he was highly penetrating due to the shape of an arrow saved Jared.

"... yours, win"

I heard a squeaky little voice.

Turning his gaze directly to the front, the blade of the earth, which had been crushed but struck by waves, had reached Pfile.

Slashed and torn throughout his body, the pierced pfile was pressed and sandwiched by the blade of the wall and the earth as if it had been sewn.

I am heartily impressed to see you bleeding from all over your body and to be well kept conscious.

"At the end of the day, you were like a magician, you used magic..."

Pfile had a satisfying look on his face somewhere, with a constant breath.

"The only way to beat you was to rely on the big moves. But I'm sorry your demon bullets caused so little damage."

After worrying about whether it should be used, I thought it was inevitable to cause damage to my surroundings and unleashed earth attribute magic, but it was Jared. But Pfile's demon bullet was more powerful than I imagined, and the damage subsided only on the grounds thanks to the destruction of a large part of the blade of the earth.

"I'll never fight in a residential neighborhood again."

In fact, the surrounding residents had been temporarily evicted thanks to the Duke of Alway.

It is a separate house of the Duke of Alway, small for a noble mansion, but nevertheless large enough. It would have been nice not to involve only a few houses across the road without adjacent mansions, but there was also a fear that it would destroy this mansion itself.

For once, Jared is not using magic toward the Mansion. I kept fighting with the mansion on my back all the time.

It was more than just wanting to get rid of the slightest danger than having people to protect.

"Come on, it's a promise"

Picking up the short sword, holding onto my stomach, I drag my body down to Pfile.

The immobile Pfile cannot escape, but it does not rise.

With the cuttoe to his neck, Jared asks.

"Hannellone, spit out the name of the man who asked me to kill you and Olivier."

"Unfortunately, I can't teach you."

"Why! If I had won, I would have promised to reveal it!

He didn't look like a man with a different promise, but Pfile is also discouraged to see if he's an assassin. And more than that, anger has engulfed itself for believing in Pfile.

"I made a promise, I want to keep it if I can, but I don't know my client's name"

"Oh no, there's something stupid going on!

His breath is constantly, and he yells at Pfile's words as if he had never intended to say them from the beginning, ignoring the pain in his body. Chained to Jared's wrath, the magic he was wearing is awesome.

The blade was particulated and unraveled on the earth where the pufile was sewn together, and the assassin boy, whose whole body had been wounded, fell to the ground powerless. When you horseback on a pufile that falls without force, grab the collar and ask again.

"Tell me, who asked you?

"The woman asked Vault Toyfel, so I just acted according to the organization, I don't know her name or anything."

"-"

I let myself be angry and wave my right hand wide up holding the short sword.

"I'll just ask you one last time. Say your client's name."

"I'm from the Duke of Alway family, that's for sure"

"Anything else?

"It's over forty, blonde."

"That's it, I don't know!

"There's a hysterical side to it... no more, I really don't know. Sorry."

That alone will not reveal the mastermind that asked the assassination group Vault Toyfer to kill the Hannellones.

I fought desperately to protect the Oliviers. Only this time, we could win, but we must be frightened by the next assassin.

It's hard and sad that you have to let the Oliviers think that way. And I'm sorry.

- Kill him.

Pfile squeaks.

"I have no hesitation. As an assassin, if defeated, what awaits is death. I can't give you any useful information, I don't want to live in shame. So kill him."

"I don't even need to be told!

That's when I tried to kill him the way I wanted him to.

- No, Jared Murphy.

A familiar voice came from behind Jared.

"Olivier?

Turning only his neck, Olivier Alway was definitely there.

"Why are you here?

I couldn't understand when and for what reason she was supposed to be inside the mansion with Hannellone and Trane.

"I'm very grateful to you. So that's enough."

Smiling quietly, he turned to Olivier, who tried to stop by, and Jared raved his voice.

"Stay away!

"Why?"

"Not yet, the assassin is not dead. If we get close, we don't know what we're gonna do. Please, don't impersonate me."

"As far as I can tell, the assassins you're laying on seem so hurt that they can't move anymore?

"Still! The other guy is a Vault Toyfel assassin, come over here and you have no sense of crisis!?

With the object you want to protect appearing in the danger zone yourself, you can invest in a short sword that is gripping you to start and finish your Pfile right now.

But Olivier's fine fingers grabbed his arm before Jared tried to shake it down towards Pfile.

With a little effort, we can shake her off easily, for example, by stopping her. Even a wounded body could afford that much. But I couldn't.

"Why, stop?

"You're the one, why are you trying to kill me? It's got a fight on it, right?

"Maybe. But this guy lied. I didn't even know his name while I told him I would teach him my client!

"Still, you don't have to kill me."

"So why does that happen! He's an assassin after Olivier's life! No, you're not the only one, Hannellone. I was after you, too. If Trane stood up, even she was harmed. And yet you're telling me not to kill you? If he's alive, this guy's bound to be after the Oliviers again!

Among Jared, who wants to cut off even one worry, Pfile has no choice but to kill.

Jared is not stupid or sweet enough to let go of an assassin who didn't even have decent information.

I don't want you to get your hands dirty for us.

"I've already killed people. My hands are dirty. I don't feel anything now that more people have killed one person."

"Even so, I don't want you that hurt, Jared."

Olivier glances at Pfile, holding on to Jared's arm.

"Hey, you're seeing your client in person, aren't you?

"Oh."

To Pfile, who replied briefly, Olivier nodded satisfactorily,

"Then it will help you paint a sketch. You're not going to cooperate?

"The loser, to the winner, obeys"

"Fine. So, if Jared doesn't kill this assassin, I'll be one step closer to the mastermind that's after your mother and me."

"- Okay, I get it. But..."

Grab your fist with your ungrabbed left arm. A severe pain ran on his left shoulder, but ignored it and shook it down with all the force on Pfile's face.

"Jared!

He was Olivier, who voiced blame, but he didn't kill Pfile.

"I just let you lose your mind. Now I can feel safe today"

"Then I will hand this man over to your father's men who are holding him close by."

"... you were aware?

"It would be obvious. Most of all, Trane noticed, not me. Come on, let's put the sword down. The battle is over."

As they say, Jared slowly grates his hands and puts the short sword on the ground.

Exhaling in relief, Olivier stands holding my hand.

"You have to take care of your injuries. I'll call the doctor right away, so for now - Jared!?

For some reason Jared felt his powers fall out of his body, wondering Olivier, who was in a hurry to speak out loud.

My vision tilted, my shock and pain ran all over my body, and I finally understood that I had fallen.

Olivier says something as she rubs her body without worrying about the dress getting dirty, but Jared's ears don't get her words.

I wanted to tell Olivier in tears, don't cry, but I couldn't even move my mouth because of my sense of vanity, and instead I gently touched her hand with a hand wet in blood.

Jared let go of consciousness as he felt Olivier's body temperature holding his hand hard, feeling his darkening vision to other personnel -.