Awakened by my cheat skill , I ended up reviving the ancient Demon Lord Army. ~The Strongest Healer

"-Ch! Son of a bitch!

It was Alf with the dagger who launched the attack first.

Dorothy is not a vampire, so she is fatally wounded wherever she targets.

Compared to vampires who had to target smaller steeples such as the heart, humans were too easy opponents.

"-Oops."

But.

Dorothy doesn't give her life so easily.

It corresponds to the movement of the alf while cleverly using the embedded cane of the diamond.

Obviously it wasn't an amateur move.

(Creepy woman. I'm sure he's not the only one, but he's even used to interpersonal. Besides, I don't know why.)

Alf roughly identified Dorothy's power as he exchanged swords.

That's close to the finest rating ever.

He is a magician, and counts as many as he can cross on par with himself.

No matter how low the estimate was, the heroic strength was assured.

"Arm of the Necromancer."

"That doesn't work anymore!

Arms stretching to catch Alf from the ground.

The number was higher than earlier, but there is nothing wrong with knowing what the attack is about.

I completely cut off the movement of my thin, white hands and never let one finger touch them.

"- Grr!"

Dorothy leaks a mixed voice of suffering by the impact of running into her abdomen.

Alf's forged out kick frightens Dorothy's body.

There's no way Alf's toes can be prevented by the slight abs that remain soft.

I glanced back at Kick's face, enduring the nausea that attacked him.

"I'm better up close to the boulder. Let's make a deal now."

"There's no way you're going to, Bubba."

"... hun. Was he just an idiot?"

Alf, as disappointed, looks down at Dorothy's face.

Killing him like this would have left Alf feeling eternal and mournful, so he was trying to be a little merciful, but it also seemed futile.

What the hell was Dorothy's identity?

I end up not knowing.

"Then die."

"-This!"

One hair at a time.

I kicked the knife and bounced it off Alf's hand as the thread ran out.

It is a craftsmanship that can never be achieved without aiming for a moment when the gripping power is loose.

"... a miserable woman"

Alf grabbed Dorothy's neck as he looked at his right arm, which was only slightly paralyzed.

Even if we lose the dagger, there is as much way to kill Dorothy as there is.

Not to mention, if you haven't been able to breathe properly, it was even worse.

Put your legs on, let them roll in momentum for a horse ride.

In this state, all you have to do is focus on the arm that's strangling you.

Alf keeps putting his greatest effort into both hands because he can't let it prolong weirdly and use strange techniques.

And.

When Dorothy's resistance was getting weaker - it was Alf who fell.

(Beep!? Oh, you...! I should have just killed you...... on...!)

Stabbed in Alf's neck was a dagger that was bounced off by Dorothy's kick.

It was the maid who was supposed to have pierced the heart and definitely killed it.

There is no such thing as someone else.

On its chest, the blood is perfect.

If so - why are you standing up and attacking?

without understanding what happened.

The wound became fatal, and Alf did his best.

"- Gee ho! Goe ho! Absolutely bruised... this"

Dorothy slowly rises as she moves Alf's body over her.

There was still a strangling sensation around his neck.

"... Oh, I'm sorry I used it on my own. It was my first time, but I'm glad it worked..."

A maid with a vain eye and in a barbed state.

He's not breathing, he's dead, just like Alf.

Recovering the Necromancer inside, the maid fell to Dorothy's chest powerless.

"I thought it was a technique you didn't have to remember, but that didn't seem to happen... is Richt and Mr. Rose okay...?

Dorothy is on her way to cover immediately - sitting back before her.