To Be a Power in the Shadows!

Rose was observing the blackened men with those honey-colored eyes.

It's been a long time since she was brought to the auditorium. Already in the sun the warm light of the setting lamp illuminates the auditorium.

The restraint I was tying my arms to was cut with a small knife I had hidden. Rose would be sitting in a chair posing as the wind in captivity, and the little knife would be crossing sequentially to the girl from the next student council and even further to the other student.

She herself can move at any time. But I also fully understood that it was useless to move.

Few black-clad men are powerful men, but each and every one of them can't be alarmed. Besides, it's got control.

Among other things, the man who was called Rex and what appears to be his superior officer, the 'Skinny Knight', are out of power. Teachers who falsely disobeyed their strengths were tragically murdered without being able to do anything.

Even if I could use magic, I don't know if I could win.

Fortunately, I haven't seen Rex in a while. I wish the Knights had knocked me out outside...... I don't think someone as powerful as Rex would be unconscious. It was Rose's honest thoughts that he wanted to do something about it by the time Rex got back.

Skinny knights were often caged in the back room, but sometimes they showed up and looked around the grand auditorium, pernicious that Rex was not coming back.

Because of the intense magic of the skinny knight and his standing, his strength would be beyond the realm of masters. Maybe even outnumber that Iris Midgal...... I don't think so. If so, even if he regains his magic, the prospect of Rose beating a skinny knight is unlimited.

Either way, now is not the time to move.

But it's also true that we don't have time.

As time passed, Rose felt magic fall out of her flesh. Probably has something to do with phenomena where magic can't be used, but I don't know for sure why. Rose still has room, but less magical students are beginning to feel ill. In a few more hours, some students will have a magic deficiency. And the opportunity to fight back will be lost forever.

Anxiety and haste that sticks up in my mind.

I suppress it all the time, because it's what one boy looks like.

Every time I remember Sid's majesty in standing up and saving Rose, something hot creeps up in Rose's chest.

I will never waste his thoughts. Yes. Again and again, Rose waited for that time.

And the moment came abruptly.

Suddenly, the Great Auditorium was illuminated by a white and dazzling light.

I don't know what that is. But Rose was moving faster than she thought.

I don't care what the light is. I just instinctively felt that this was my last chance.

As everyone was blinded by the dazzling light, Rose narrowed her eyes and rushed to a familiar black-squeezed man.

The moment he put his hand around that gap in his neck, Rose noticed.

I can use magic!

Rose's knife cut off the man's neck in an instant.

I don't know why magic is now available. That's what I don't care.

However, Rose took the sword from the hips of a man who had lost his top from his neck, and hoisted it in heaven and barked.

"Magic has been freed!! Get up, it's time to fight back!!

The auditorium boiled.

A student council girl moves, instantly breaks the restraint, and the students who are free move out.

Everyone's will became one, and that enthusiasm shook the air.

Rose unleashes that immense magic and blows a black-crushed man with that blow.

Just win.

At this moment now, Rose realized that he was a symbol of counterattack.

As long as Rose keeps fighting, so will everyone.

Keep showing everyone the victory.

Rose just waves her sword with all her might, without thinking about magic distribution or anything.

"Continue to Student Chairman!!

"Take the sword!!

Attention, hostility, praise, slaughter a number of enemies while they are alone, freeing a number of students and continuing to fight.

The figure was exactly like a legendary hero portrayed by the hero Tan.

Everyone admired it and followed its appearance.

But it was also a reckless penetration that ignored the distribution of magic.

No matter how immense the magic was, Rose's limits were close as she continued to be stripped of her magic.

She herself felt it and calmly looked to the limits.

The magic to be lost, the sword muscle to be dull, and the body to be heavy.

The opponent you were knocking down with one blow took two. Two shots into three.

A little more, a little more... backwards from that thought, Rose was only surrounded for a while.

One more person, and that will take you to the limit.

Students' enthusiasm surrounds the auditorium. Even if Rose falls here, they won't stop anymore.

One boy's thoughts are on Rose, and Rose's thoughts are on everyone. With so many lives scattered, the thought did pass on.

It wasn't in vain.

The boy's death, and his own death to come.

There was a reason Rose of the Land of Art wanted a sword. That's a really crappy kid's dream I've never told anyone.

It's just that Rose has been after it for real.

Did I get any closer to that dream?

With that in mind, Rose waved her last sword.

The blow had little more magic in it. There was no force either. It wasn't even fast.

But it was more beautiful than any blow ever, and it cut off the enemy's neck.

That's the best response in Rose's life.

At that moment, Rose felt like she had grabbed some important feeling.

It's just...

It was regrettable that it came at the end of my life.

Looking at the blade pouring down from all sides, Rose wished to live for just one more day.

And.

The wish was fulfilled.

A pitch-black whirlwind blew.

It scattered blood and swept away the enemies around it just momentarily.

The neighborhood calmed down, as if it had stopped time.

At its center, there is a man standing around in a long coat of pitch black.

"Brilliant, beautiful sword-wielder..."

The kind of voice that would reach from that abyss was directed at Rose.

I guess that's the word that honored Rose's sword earlier. But Rose was so shocked that he couldn't describe it in those words.

"My name is Shadow."

The sword of this man named Shadow... was just awesome.

"Wow, I'm Rose. Rose Oriana…"

Without recovering from the shock, Rose said in a trembling voice.

Shadow's sword was at a far height. A sword that lies ahead of unlaxed training, fused, eliminated and sharpened with many techniques. Rose felt a long time there.

That was still a sword so complete that Rose had never seen it before.

"Come... my loyal brethren..."

Shadow unleashes the magic of blue-purple into heaven. In that light, a group of black clothes jumped into the auditorium.

No way, there's a novice...?

Rose's anxiety ended in concern.

A group of black-covered men landed magnificently and immediately fought off the black-clad men.

It's not an atmosphere of broken company...... I don't even look like a Knights person.

If you look closely, a bunch of black clothes are all women. And.

"Strong..."

Everyone in it is strong. It was just purely strong.

The black-clad men instantly diminish their numbers.

All their swords are the same as Shadow's. It is Shadow who follows these fierce men.

"Master Shadow, you're safe and above all."

"New."

A woman in black was kneeling beside the shadow.

"The mastermind has set fire to the school and is fleeing."

"Stupid... I'll take care of this place"

"Ha."

"You think you can get away...?

Shadow snorted low. Then flip the long coat and chop the door of the grand auditorium with just one knife. The black-crushed men who were nearby also put them together and turn them into meat chunks.

That was making it look a little like Rose's sword. He shook off the sword as if to show it off, and disappeared into the darkness of the night as it was.

Everything he moved was the best example for Rose.

"Are you all right?

A woman called New spoke to Rose.

"Yes......"

"It was a great sword"

She said so, putting up a pitch-black knife and joining the battle.

But New's sword was also unusual. The black-clad men are unilaterally stumped.

It feels like Rose's common sense is, no, the Demon Swordsman's common sense is breaking.

The sword wielded by a group of black clothes did not apply to any existing genre.

A whole new genre of swords.

Where the hell did so many genres emerge from? It came as no surprise that it had never been known before.

"Fire, fire turns!!

In that voice Rose returned to me.

When I see it, the firehand is up from behind the grand auditorium.

"Outside from someone close to the exit!!

Rose screams and directs the students.

Thanks to a group of black clothes, there were only a few casualties. The battle is coming to an end.

Rose lends the wounded a shoulder and sends them to the exit.

"The Knights are here!!

Everyone was relieved by the voice. Rose was also about to fall out of strength and panicked and tightened her mind.

Students are continuously helped from the Great Auditorium. The momentum of the fire had grown stronger, and the black-clad man had been wiped out.

And at some point the women in black had disappeared.

As if he hadn't been there from the beginning, he left no trace, nobody noticed him, and he vanished vividly.

Rose helped rescue the students to the end and looked back at the burning auditorium.

"What the hell are they..."

Second, Rose remembered New's voice.

I missed that voice and felt like I'd heard it somewhere.