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

"Ohhhhhhh!

Jared, who took the knife in the palm of his hand, screamed out by pain.

In his hazy consciousness, he watched the Laurenz fall one after the other.

Adelina got stuck trying to shelter herself, but if they killed her, some of Count Brawell's injustice would also remain hidden.

But Jared can't even boost his magic, and he can't even activate his magic. As a bitter measure, I tried to turn Barnabas' consciousness to this one by picking up and throwing pebbles, but I didn't even think about what to do with it.

Strengthen the bleeding left hand.

If you lose any power at all, a knife penetrating your palm will stick straight through your chest.

"The more you resist, the more you'll just suffer! Because there's a man like you who tries to live meanly, wrongfully, so a righteously living person like me will suffer!

Barnabas continues to push hard on the knife pattern with angry shapes as he stares at the shooter with his blood-running eyes.

"You know what, man?"

Put a kick in the compressed Barnabas' abdomen, or it won't frighten you. Are you not feeling pain by anger, or are you just being patient? Maybe Jared's kick, which is not a force, isn't working at all, but he keeps kicking again and again that it's not what he finds out.

"It's no use! Kill you, kill Adelina, kill everyone who has cornered me, and I will be saved! I have a duty to make sure that the weak who can't stand up unless they do something wrong and kick someone down don't get stupid ideas!

"Then kill Atashi! He didn't do anything wrong. You don't even know this kid lied on purpose?

As Adelina pushes Barnabas out of her back and pulls through the knife she was stabbing in Jared's palm, she rips her own blouse and ties her tight wound.

"You guys run away now. If Atashi gets killed, he'll be happy with it."

"I don't like it... if I abandon you here, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. Besides, Barnabas is sure to never stop. He's gone so crazy that he can't stop himself anymore. If someone doesn't stop you, it'll only increase the damage."

"You can't beat Barnabas. Besides, how do you fight when you can't use magic properly?

"I don't know. But it's better than you just thinking about dying and not trying to fight."

When he managed to get up by squeezing the slightest remaining force and scolding his trembling knee, there was a Barnabas who stood up the same way at the end of his sight.

Feeling the mess in his movements, I perceive that the damage done by Laurenz is not a big deal to look at, but is hurting the inner surface of Barnabas.

But I don't know that his magic still fades.

I know it's partly because I took away my magic, but using magic doesn't seem to consume much.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh!

"What, what are you laughing at?

Jared gives a strange look to Barnabas, who suddenly starts laughing.

"No, what. With my mouth I want to atone for my sins, kill them, but I just thought Adelina Bishoff was a lot more of a mouth woman."

"She just helped me. I won't tolerate insults."

"... Jared Murphy"

"Wouldn't you say something prestigious? But what can you do? Aren't you finally just standing there! Get to know yourself!

Countless wind blades are attacked by unchanging blades from Barnabas.

You can't avoid the wind blade that boasts the fastest attribute magic, but you can't work out the magic that puts up barriers to defend you.

With no solution in mind, the wind blade kills.

What came up behind Jared's brain - was Olivier's angry look.

"You're in trouble. I'm sure he'll be angry."

And you will grieve, cry for yourself.

Olivier is not the only one. Yennie, Trane, Hannellone and their grandparents are sure to grieve.

What about Pfile? I might get angry not fulfilling my promise of a rematch.

I wanted to see everyone at the last glance if I could. And I wanted to help the Laurents if I could.

The moment when all regrets struck Jared - my body was thrust away by someone.

As Jared continued to roll down the ground unsatisfied with his reception, he tried to get up whipping at his painful body.

"Lying, right? How..."

At the end of his vision, Adelina Bishoff was shown sprinkled with blood from all over her body under a wind blade.

"Run."

Adelina makes a sound and collapses to the ground when she sees this one and utters the words briefly.

"Adelina!"

Running over and holding her, she makes sure she's breathing and relieves herself.

The lacerations sustained by the wind blade are shallow, but there are seven places to look. It's not fatal, but it's dangerous if you leave it alone.

"Don't worry. I didn't kill him. I showed Adelina where you were going to die because of me, and then I decided to suffer and kill her."

"You're crazy enough that there's nothing more you can do. No one can help you."

"... When did I tell you I needed your help?

"I didn't say that. But somewhere in my heart, I thought I was the victim of you. You're an idiot. You're the perpetrator, you killed a lot of people, and I was sweet."

Gently lay Adelina on the ground. I want to stop the bleeding, but there are too many lacerations to do first aid.

Then let's do what we can.

"Berta, Kurt - can you move? You don't have to reply. If you hear me, please. Take Laurenz and Adelina and run. 'Cause I'm gonna draw Barbanas."

I don't know if you're hearing me, and without even waiting for a response, without thinking about it later, Jared ran for Barnabas.

"Have you lost your blood?

Even if the wind blade is released, it will not dare to avoid intercepting.

I can neither practice nor enhance my magic, but I have more resistance to nature and witchcraft than my magic still remains.

The uniform has already stained bright red and has decayed so much that it needs to be replaced, but the school uniform also has magic measures.

Above all - the spirits are protecting me by feeding on the magic that leaks out of the lacerations.

The distance between Jared and Barnabas is often not open. Then I decided I could handle a blow or two.

And it turned out just like Jared expected.

He took the first blow wind blade with a lacerated left arm and also succeeded in avoiding a fatal injury by taking another blow with his shoulder.

"Become little, you little brat. Ahhhhhh!

Jared, who jumped on Barnabas, leaves the momentum to weigh in, rolls to the ground.

As it is horseback riding, he waves down his fist without any mercy.

Over and over again, I kept waving my fist down even if I couldn't hold my fist.

Keep moving your body according to the thought that you just have to attack without even knowing if Barnabas is playing defense.

"Damn, kid. Ahhh! Come on, do it. Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Wind pressure was released with anger, and Jared's body floated. Don't miss that gap, Barnabas unleashes more magic.

Jared, who receives a chunk of wind in his abdomen, spits blood and clashes to the ground. My body keeps rolling on the ground over and over and is so sore and careless that it feels painful to move it doesn't listen to me.

If only we had the magic to use it properly at least, and Jared, who was oblivious,

"Now it's my turn."

Barnabas peeks with a swollen, distorted grin on his blood-soaked face.

For a moment, his kick captured Jared.