Pawahara Seijo no Osananajimi to Zetsuen Shitara, Nanimokamo ga Umaku Iku Yō ni Natte Saikyō no Bōke

[Each to Their Own Battle]

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The saintesses were also confronting the saints.

Arcadia was the same. She was having a stare down with the man who was carrying a sinister spear.

“Fumu, I don’t know what race you are, but you are the ‘Spear’ Saint, aren’t you?”

“Yes. And you are the ‘Spear’ Saintess, I reckon. —Hmm. You have a pretty well-trained core,” the man smiled, seemingly glad.

In response Arca laughed boldly and said, “Well, the same goes to you. Furthermore, looking at your tail and limbs covered with strong scales… if I may take a guess, you’re a ‘dragon’, perhaps?”

“Correct. You’re a knowledgeable one, Saintess. My name is Agartha. A warrior of the proud dragon race and the ‘Spear’ Saint chosen by the Goddess of the End.”

Swish swish, swinging around his Sacred Treasure, Agartha took a stance.

“I see. Then it would be rude of me not to introduce myself. Very well. My name is Arcadia. The ‘Spear’ Saintess born in the remote village ‘Amzonesia’ and the wife of the hero of salvation.”

Swoosh, Arca also took a stance with her spear.

Agartha laughed as though he had found something funny and said, “Kukuku, now that you mention it, you all are that man’s women, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, that’s right. Got a problem with it?”

“No, my race practices polygamy, basically everyone does it. I was simply wondering what was your thought on polygamy as a woman,” Agartha asked, perhaps as provocation, or perhaps out of simple interest.

However, Arcadia didn’t mind it at all, instead she puffed up her bountiful breasts and said, “What a stupid question. As the legal wife, I’ve given him my permission, so I have no problem with it. The number of his concubines just goes to show how generous I am.”

“Hahaha! You are an interesting woman! I start feeling like it’s a shame to kill you!”

“You need not worry about that. If there’s anyone who’s going to die here, it’s you.”

“Kukuku, honestly—you’re one really interesting woman!”

BANG! Agartha started rushing towards Arcadia, and she tightened her grip on her Holy Spear.

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On the other side, Zana was also confronting a saint whom they had seen for the first time, but from his looks, Zana immediately guessed his identity.

Silky silver hair, dark brown skin, and characteristic shape of ears.

She had no doubt about it.

He was a—.

“—‘Dark elf’, right?”

Far stronger than most elves, but detested as ‘filthy’ by them—dark elf.

To think he’s on their side as one of the saints…

“Yes. I’m Canaan. A ‘Bow’ Saint, just like you.” Canaan said calmly.

Zana asked, “You seem to be a reasonable person, why are you siding with them?”

“I merely dislike meaningless conflicts. Hence why I wish to create a peaceful world.”

“But that’s the same as telling us to die, you know?”

“I know. So please rest assured. I’ll let you die painlessly,” Canaan smiled gently.

Zana sighed and raised her Holy Bow, “I take back my words. You are the exact opposite of reasonable person.”

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“Nuooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

――Clang!

“Uoh!?”

Being blown away by the blow of the Beastified Elysium, I rolled around on the snow.

Not only the weight of his blows, everything from his spirit and the sharpness of his moves had dramatically improved.

This was likely his battle mode.

But.

“You’re quite rash in that form, aren’t you?”

“Indeed. Beastification heightens one’s instinct. As such, it is inevitable for one to lose their ability to suppress their emotion. At best, they can suppress their fear. It rivals that immortality of yours, I would say.”

“Why are you always so condescending? Do you think you’re unbeatable?”

“It’s a matter of course. Why would I think myself as being inferior to you?”

“Yeah. You were that kind of guy from the start. But that’s exactly why I’m going to teach you something. —That is, the fact that I’m now stronger than you!”

“—Guh!?”

BANG! With lightning covering my body, I kicked off the ground in a flash and punched him in the face.