Din no Monshou

Huh... what are you doing?

I can hear the audience's hearts.

Even the guys who were rooting for Durf were half-opened and shuddering.

The flames that were tormenting Stalin can go away.

He took off his burnt armor and stood up.

Even though it's resistant, if it's seared directly, it seems to have limits on strength.

Braided with fine materials, the armor is worn out without shade to see.

This made this endurance comparison a reciprocal condition.

That said, it would be the enemy who has had a good chance of winning.

"Hey, what are you doing, Regis!

…………

Shadyberga flies his voice as he warms up.

Walkins remained the same, quietly holding his hands together.

Stalin rebuilds the machete.

The moment I was relative to him, my voice echoed in my brain again.

(... don't resist. When your life disappears, the knife will be returned to your father)

Oh, I knew it.

Until you kill me, you're gonna use the knife to threaten me.

There was a meeting, Stalin was slaughtering me.

I take that blow without avoiding it.

The left flank was slashed and torn apart along with a painful impact.

"... but heh, heh"

Hot sensation.

My pain nerves are going to burn out.

But I won't give in to an attack like that.

Immediately upright.

Looking at me like that, Stalin got swordswallowed eyes.

"... over. Enchanting the Underworld, Falling Aristocrats"

Cross the knife with Chakiri, and he starts chanting.

It was a magic, oddly enough, absolutely impossible to deal with.

The despair I've seen before shows up in front of me again.

"... a flash of mad confusion and prison feast.

Ugly God dwelling in my two swords - "Chaos Strouk" "

His body is blurred.

Try to focus your thoughtful eyes.

But it gets so sumptuous that it puts more effort into it.

It's like a mirage with no grasp.

Stalin comes slashing at me.

But I won't resist.

Because if you turn your teeth here now, everything will be in vain.

A horizontal giraffe goes in to drop his neck.

Only desperation is an excuse, so only evasive action is taken.

But it can't be avoided.

Not even a skilled mercenary could see through.

You can't possibly fathom me with less proximity experience.

A sword flash passed around the clavicle.

Uncomparable sharp pain.

I couldn't stand the boulder and the groan leaked from the back of my throat.

"... gu, gu"

Fall straight to the ground.

Stand on your knees immediately.

But there was already a machete waiting.

Kill me.

The moment I instinctively felt that way...

"Ahhhhhhhh!

Roaring like a rabid dog.

I even heard a hundred years of sleep waking up loud.

Not a voice emanating from above the ring.

The source of this frivolous temper...

"Edgar Kristanval, look!

At the same time as that voice, the crushing noise has been clinging from the audience.

The stair-like seats shatter about four steps, screaming from the surrounding humans.

A sudden intruder broke the silence of the venue.

He was taking the knife from my house hostage, a despicable assassin.

He was blown to the edge of the venue.

But it's quick to rebuild.

Stand up from the audience in an instant and stare at Edgar.

"... chip, unintentionally"

"You're the ones who tried to come up with the assassination. You don't mean cowardice."

"... you can't see this knife?

"Oh, that's a beautiful knife. As much as I'd like it to be."

Edgar grins like he provokes.

In that hand, a flashy knife of decoration was gripped.

Edgar hides the knife on hand with an extra look on his face.

The act opens the eyes of the assassin.

"... then it's stupid. The knife is here."

Give me what you were holding.

When.

I guess that's what you think.

To the evidence, he checked on hand like he was in a hurry.

But there's a Jirginus knife.

At that moment, a small shadow formed in front of the assassin.

"Thanks for looking around"

A cool voice rocks the atmosphere.

Edgar was throwing a knife with all his strength.

An assassin who was frightened for a moment.

Naturally, it cannot be avoided.

A sharp knife pierced the vicinity of his right shoulder.

"... guh! Come on, you!

But are you used to pain?

The assassin pulls the knife out of his shoulder while distorting his face.

For those who fight in duplicity, you've suffered a fatal injury.

I bought a cheap knife when I came to King's Capital.

If you don't even show me the pattern where the crest is carved,

It looks just like the Jirginus knife.

I gave it to Edgar beforehand to create a momentary gap.

"That's not the end of it. Let's go."

Edgar pulled out a straight sword.

In response, the assassin also pulls out the knife quietly.

Right and left, one bottle at a time.

Exactly the same as when we raided Shadyberga.

He's supposed to have injured his right shoulder, but he doesn't act like he's covering his wounds.

With a gap free structure, I stare at Edgar.

"... did you think you could win? A fool who can't beat my brother."

"Oh, so you're stronger than that brother?"

"... whatever. This duel was supposed to come out, too.

I let my brother take care of my injuries. "

Let the assassin run out of words.

Stalin is putting a machete on my neck right now.

He's stronger than this one, he's got the secret power.

By the way, now Stalin is staring at the audience in silence.

Can you afford to kill me at any time?

He was watching the audience with a machete on my neck.

"... has it gotten in the way?

But look, my brother will crush your hopes. "

Oh, you mean that.

Me with reinforcements arriving and guaranteed morale.

But do you want to let them know that it is somehow a joy?

And you look down at me sinking into despair, and you kill me.

My brother can't possibly lose to Edgar.

I guess that's what this guy thinks.

That confidence is a certainty that has come from previous achievements.

The Stalin brothers.

Even if my brother falls, I have a brother, and even if my brother is crushed, my brother crushes back.

We know with our own hands the threats that collaboration creates.

The audience was in a nasal shouting state.

A nobleman escapes in an attempt to distance himself from the two about to collide.

Looks like a bug scattered with spider children.

What is wrong with the nobility that you always boast about?

Edgar seems to feel the same way.

Look at the situation around you, Couscous laughing.

And Edgar looked at the assassin with swordswallowing eyes.

"Well, let's do a fight"

"I told you.

You can't even beat my brother to the maggots, you can't possibly take lag. "

"You can say anything with your mouth.

Besides, who said you meant a fight in the basement?

I was unconscious then, but I can get it out now. - Undisputed. "

"... Hmm. Then let me see."

The assassin approaches with a quick move.

I axised my injured right half and waved the knife.

Edgar avoids it with a single hair.

Then he jumped backwards thoughtfully and took a distance.

The assassin attempts to storm again.

But before that, Edgar's magic was activated.

"Blasting flaming sword piercing into the sky.

Burning Crimson Wedge - "Enchanted Fire" Huh!

At that moment, a blasting flame wrapped a straight sword around him.

Is Edgar pretty fire-powered, or does a firecolumn blow up from his sword?

Her eyes become raving, ferocious.

When I activated that magic before, the weapon was the scepter.

And I also planted canes when I fought Stalin.

But not now.

What Edgar is holding now is a giant straight sword.

Probably what I used during my mercenary years.

He wields a giant sword as long as his height, freely and freely.

What a foolish power.

You remembered when you were a mercenary.

Edgar grins belligerently.

In contrast, he raised a voice that the assassins mocked.

"... there's a misfortune. The attack power of the sword itself remains unchanged."

"Plus, top enchant magic -"

"... what?

Edgar waves up his sword thoughtfully.

Intimidation as if it were going to be slashed as it were.

In that state, he performed an international grand chant.

"Come, Flaming God, I am his protector.

Defeat evil with a single machete - "Holly Burster" aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

All the flames that were drooling are aggregated into the sword.

The knife that was spraying the firepillar until earlier shines red.

It's a hell of a density, and there's heat in the Great Sword.

It's like holding a treasure sword made of red treasure balls.

Edgar's figure was as mysterious as the Spirit of Fire.

Other audiences, who had decided to look aside, scream and run away.

At the heart of that scream, Edgar gained momentum.

"Let's go, get rid of it"

"You, so much flame..."

Fire emanating from the great sword.

I'm going to get my eyes blown just watching.

The assassin accidentally takes a step back.

But Edgar stepped in faster.

Stuffed in an instant, she grinds away her sword under one sword.

Assassin defending with both knives on top of each other.

But there's no way I can prevent that from happening.

Dissolve the material of the knife, crush it away with a full body, and leave it flashing sharply at the assassin.

- There was a shaky explosion in the arena.

"... Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu, Gu!

Assassin slashed in the upper body.

Perhaps he wore the same heat-resistant armor as Stalin.

But the armor burned unbroken, and his complexion was swollen.

Looks like he's barely alive.

But I'm stuck in the audience with heat, and I can't move.

You survive that attack.

Amazing vitality.

But victory and defeat were decided.

With a hell of a blow, Edgar puts the color of tiredness on his face.

When I saw the fallen assassin, I exhaled softly.

"... the muscles let me say no.

I can't work again. Kill each other, don't feel bad. "

Unlock the magic and punish the sword.

I approached the assassin and picked up a single blade.

A knife with a luxurious decoration.

It is a symbol of the integration of the Zirginus and Din families.

Edgar, who got it back, looked at me and shouted.

"- All that's left is the man. Win, Regis!

A reliable word.

Right, no need to shy away anymore.

I squeeze the knife tight.

At that moment, there was a metal noise from the neck.

At the same time, angry tongue pounding from overhead.

"... chip, my stupid brother.

I don't want to be thought of as losing trash and coming from the same belly "

…………

"... okay.

If I kill you, this battle will be my victory. Now it's time to die, kid. "

"Hey, you."

So I pinched my mouth.

What did he say now?

Even I'm not too attached to relationships, I get sexually irritated.

Listening to this guy's words any longer, I couldn't stand it.

To my words, Stalin leans his neck.

"... what, a will"

"I'm telling you. What do you think your family is?"

"... it's just someone else.

In living, I'm just stuck because my interests are aligned. "

"You're a thin bastard, you"

"... Hmm. What the hell are you trying to say?"

Stalin distorts his eyebrows.

I wonder why I've been scorned, and I don't see that.

Not even me like this, not even me who's been living my life like garbage.

I know my family is important.

And yet, how about you? Stalin.

I said cold to the guy who looked down silently.

"I don't have anything else to say.

Maybe no matter how much we discuss, me and you are incompatible. "

Two, my sister's face floats in the back of my brain.

I loved it.

I wanted to be more splendid in front of him.

A being who can't even celebrate and has gone away.

Never again, I don't want to taste the loss.

- So I'm gonna take you down and protect your family.

"... well, then have a fantasy and keep breathing"

"Can you guess? Give me that machete."

"... what?

A suspicious gaze pierces me.

The Astralfire flames have gone out already and come to the point where they are about to be killed.

But if it's true, this guy should have just killed me.

I should have stabbed my brother in the stomach without watching him fight Edgar for a long time.

Take a look.

I was fighting in a place where the momentum of fire was weak.

A crossblasted flame is coming this close.

Just hot and not life-threatening, but this element was too much for me.

Because the last stuffing is sweet, this is how you get your fangs stripped.

I took all the sidesteps to take his breath off.

Seeing it, Stalin puts a machete to the side.

At that moment I bent my knee just a little bit and made a shaky move.

Then, the sword flash passes a little over my head.

"... what the heck!?

"It's pneumonia. If this is all burning up, it will happen even when the light is refracted."

Run away from the range of the machete and restart the knife.

in this state of ignition all over the ring,

Do you think you can wield the same sword as normal?

At least, there's no way you can put a sword on a moving object.

Even my knife wouldn't help in such a burning state.

A scratch even if it hits me.

It's not an environment where you can hit a steeple.

It's a long way from defeating it.

So I didn't fight to push the knife out completely so far.

Crossblasting sharpened the escape, securing this remote standing position.

And the time has come.

Now is the time to activate the magic that determines the battle.

"Defend me because I think you're gonna die of a bad beating."

"... bullshit, don't say it!

Stalin trying to pack the distance.

But the flames are holding me back and I have to bypass them.

Seeing it, I squeezed out all the magic in my body.

Push all the potential magic to the surface and chant it all at once.

"Crush the blow heaven and earth that unleashes.

Falling polar stars, eating up to the nucleus - "Meteorbreaker"!

Wind pressure makes the flames even more intense.

I just consumed all my magic and activated this magic.

Edgar or this man specializes in, 'Enchanted Magic'.

Among other things, it is the top magic of Master's Edition, which is ruinously difficult to acquire.

Use all magic during training,

and struck by crushing sores,

If you don't repeat that over and over again, Getestuff you'll never be able to acquire.

You think I have to take all the pain one star can crush all by myself to get it?

I see, I've lost my mind over and over again because of reason.

How many times have you been dying during your training with Walkins?

Even enchanted magic researchers seem distant.

Had it not been completed yesterday, I would have challenged you today with severe pain.

Good, critical and in time.

This magic has an unusual strengthening effect on the body.

Something that turns all magic into power and just releases everything in one blow.

There is also a high risk that is not suitable for the price.

It's too ridiculous.

But still, that's why.

It's the perfect magic for me.

"- Now I'm gonna take you down!

My tongue snaps.

My arm is paralyzed.

My head is going to border the top of my head and be two straight,

My stomach looks like it's been turned upside down and sandbacked.

This magic, it seems, some of them activate and die of shock.

But not as sick as that.

Compared to that disease I had in my last life, what is this?

Successfully activate and even stare at Stalin.

He opened his eyes and was surprised how horrible my face was.

"... you, in that state..."

"Let's go, don't move"

"... Kuh"

Stalin trying to back off.

But the fiery hand reaches out to invite you from behind to death.

I can't stop looking left and right, but it was a scorching sea.

I put in some unusual magic and activated the cross blast.

Though magic is not very superior.

I can do as much as cover one side of the ring with fire.

Back, and right and left.

There is nowhere to escape.

You gave up, the last time you looked back at the front, Stalin.

Twitching there, I get closer with a huge build-up of power.

Look at that, Stalin's face catches on.

Intense death hunch.

It's only because I've been knocking through the dead line that I can tell, it would be intuitive.

Fear is making me beefy.

"You can't move. I've been waiting a long time. this positional relationship."

"... Ku, don't come"

"It's a good opportunity. I have to say hello. And to your husband."

"... stop, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stalin steps in.

I'm stuck retreating, and I'm finally storming.

He's shaking his machete over his head, trying to wipe my life out.

In contrast, I stuck out a knife.

Keep it up, stick it in Stalin's abdomen.

His machete just ripped around my chest.

From here.

Unleash enhanced power with Meteor Breakers all at once.

"- Eat it!

Meteo, Breakaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Focus on the pierced knife and shake it up thoughtfully.

Then his legs floated in the air.

A fiery tentacle around ignites his body.

With a single knife, Stalin was lifted into the air.

Though he was pierced through his body and burned himself with flames, he still seems conscious.

He stubbornly scrapes my cheek off with a machete.

But the momentum is too weak and pointless.

This is the last attack.

I stared at Durf.

My face fighting in the pain of dying.

It was in his eyes, and I wonder how it looked.

Dürf, trembling in the audience, spoke out as if frightened.

What am I going to do?

Guess I got a guess.

He sounded frightened and screamed at me.

"Stop it, stop it!

"What?"

"My loss is fine, that's all you have to do!

"... you think I'll admit that?

I say it back cold.

Then Durf spoke tall as he blew his fat sweat out of his whole body.

"... Ok, ok! Lord Walkins will give up.

You may also like that garbage. So, so... "

"Shut up. It was too late to say, you.

About seriously injuring my father.

About making Walkins uncomfortable.

About the raid on Edgar's shop.

And you stroked my nerves. "

That's where I separate words.

Inhale loudly and prepare to speak up.

And utterly pushed out all possible fury, screaming thoughtfully.

"- All, make amends, big pig. Ahhhhhhhhhh!

"Hi-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Dulf falling from the audience.

Ask the people around you for help, but they run away with us first.

No one will be around him.

That is the trust gained with money and desire.

Very brittle and fragile.

No one can help me when I'm in a predicament.

That's about what you knew.

You got your hands on us, you know that.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

With his full strength, he steps in.

With intense impact, the crack spreads like a ripple from the landed foot.

And with the last todome to Stalin,

I struck it out of a thoughtful knife.

Centrifugal force and throw it away at once.

Shadows block the sun's rays.

Stalin flew away with momentum that was about to be sucked into the sky.

He accelerates toward a certain point.

Yes. Look around and turn to Durph, who's calling.

Stalin flying in.

That's on the verge of a direct hit.

My employer screamed the end of the spectre.

"Higgie, giggie, giggie, giggie!

After an ugly scream, the crushing sound of rocking the earth.

The ring snaps and the audience turns up the earthquake.

The squires who were around also got involved and had a flashy blast.

The nobles around him didn't even scream, they were just breathing.

To the unlikely that happened in front of me.

When the smoke cleared, the sight of misery was spreading.

Like a crushed bug, Stalin snaps into the audience.

He seems to be alive.

But all the lungs and ribs must have gone bad.

I threw up a lot of blood and stopped moving.

What's worse is Durf.

He was struck directly by Stalin, who flew at speeds, caught between walls and flying objects.

My whole body is crushed, or I'm laying on the ground unmistakably.

Only a thick chunk of meat seemed to save my life.

But that fat causes a tragedy.

Contact with the firing Stalin caused the body to burn up in abundance.

He's fainted, but he's still burned by the fire.

Immediately the staff came with water and turned it off, but it appeared to have sustained considerable burns.

Ugly faces, even more badly distorted.

But I don't think anything in particular.

I attracted disaster to my place of business.

It's the punishment Durf deserves for having repeatedly plotted.

There's only one thing I want to say to him like that.

I looked in the audience and threw up quietly.

"... live the rest of your life carving that wound into your body.

And remember when you commit evil.

That there are races in the world that you shouldn't be dealing with. "

A witness who was evacuating outside the ring returns.

Stalin, who is no longer able to fight, and me, who still stands on two legs in the ring.

Seeing the sight, she proclaimed herself exalted.

"Horgos family dueling man, incapable of fighting.

And the Din family duel also sees no will to pursue,

Applies Article 19 of the Supplementary Statute to the Dueling Act.

Due to the impossibility of continuing the battle and the waiver of the match, the Din family will win!

That moment.

A screaming storm and a wave of joy arrived in the arena.

Upper nobility, who had benefited from Durf, was furious,

On the contrary, the surrounding aristocracy, which had been oppressed, comes to praise verbally.

A pleasant curse and admiration stroked my cheeks alternately.

Look at Edgar.

When she met me, she thumbed up vividly.

He looks tired, but the injury doesn't seem to be a big deal either.

I smile back and turn to Shady Berga and the others.

Shadyberga looked at me and said nothing, just nodded.

I guess you believed me.

Next to it, Walkins was delighted with tears in his eyes.

Enchanted magic she taught me.

It would have been dangerous if it hadn't been for you.

For the first time in just three days I have no tears to master,

Walkins for responding beautifully.

I nodded back with a light look on her face.

See the sky at the end.

Endless skies everywhere, in my eyes.

Reach out and it's going to reach, in fact it's far away everywhere.

I pulled out the knife and put it up in the sky.

In the sunshine, the knife emits a strong brilliance.

Silver sword and gold shield engraving.

This is our crest.

With one certainty, list the knife higher.

To look like all the nobles.

Even the fallen aristocrats, to let them know they can beat the Western champions.

The light reflects and illuminates the area of the arena.

Needless to say, its source.

I look over my head slowly.

There's the crest of the Din family.

It was glowing as if it were a promise of future prosperity.