The Spearmaster and the Black Cat

The silence of not even hearing the sound of breath dominated the tree sea.

I don't think the St. Guild Coalition is an accommodating group...

It took the form of hostages in the stream.

Well, fine.

For once, again, talk politely?

Remove the blood from the Spiritual Blood Fountain within Russy's influence with the image of pulling it back into your body.

But it was just quiet, and everyone was flabbergasted.

Of course, you wouldn't see too much blood gathering on my feet in a radial fashion.

It would have been a bloody dinner party or a world of special footage.

Even so, the blood disappeared without a few seconds of zero comma.

And I moved my mouth consciously about politeness.

"- Gentlemen, I'm sorry to be so excited, but will you gather here?

And I spoke politely......

My mouth is full of new protective equipment in spiritual blood.

mouth fangs from canine teeth and in addition to cheeks and jaws to the lower neck, should be pretty tight......

What's going on when I look in the mirror?

And in addition to the sight of blood now......

Asol is losing his mind and dripping his head.

It's in the state of grabbing the collar on her back.

Naturally, 'This monster!' St. Guild members with the feeling of 'killing.

But I accept the killing spirit.

I am conscious of quiet from movement.

Conscious of his calm attitude, he turned off and landed without making a sound on the marks made with the Dark Thousand Hands.

Even after we get down to the ground, Asol is still losing his mind.

The blood that was flowing from my mouth was beautiful because it had been taken in.

"Mr. Asol, you vampire..."

"Shit! I didn't expect to take the captain hostage..."

"What do you mean you're so strong you haven't taken your life"

"... could we be more than the Dead Butterfly, against someone we shouldn't have..."

……

"Anyway, it's a high-class vampire, isn't it? Was he your dark-haired prince?

"You only have dark hair. Outside, vampires followed the Dead Butterflies and the Ancient Werewolves? I have never heard of such material information in southern Arse Street"

"Isn't that because it's serious? Your dark-haired son is S-ranked. It's not unlikely."

The assembled Saint Guild members speak as they please.

Naturally, but only in the face, angry, hateful, of the floating state of , varied.

Everyone looks cool in a Japanese style jacket costume.

The chest is decaying, like decorating the collar of the dead......

He wore something similar to a pair of string decorations that seemed to have a professional exorcism effect.

And they have weapons that are specific to each other.

They point the tip and rear end of those weapons at me, making sure they're in time to attack.

There, under the branches of the giant tree, the magic vegetable reacts...

"Don't be ridiculous!

It was the screaming Dorgal that jumped out of the shadow of the leaf plexus -.

He has a cramped look on his face.

Per his chest, he should have pierced the flesh and bones...

Apparently, the recovery potion Asol was throwing in time.

Even so, the chest wound isn't completely blocked yet.

There's blood all over my chest.

And all over that bloody wet Japanese-style jacket costume is cut and torn.

The chest costume has a large hole due to receiving the "Blood Wear" and "Demon Union/Divine Beast Spear Shoot Through".

"Chip."

Dorgal stared at everyone and pounded his tongue.

He takes the pills out of the wipes that hang on his hips and carries them in his mouth with scissors on his fingers.

When I drank the sauce, my throat glowed in a pearlescent color.

At that moment, an unusually swollen throat.

Wrinkle between eyebrows.

Therapeutics? Shaking his throat, his wound healed.

Apparently it was a special pill.

How does that wound heal, Delhout or vampire healing speed?

But that's the kind of speed.

Instead of energizing her eyes, she also gained magic.

Plus, my muscles swell up and I blow them to break my blurry costume.

My upper body muscles were enlarged wearing a torn inner.

Dorgal, who became the face of a mad system with vampire-like blood vessels appearing on his eyes, did a quick job of a broken sword pattern that was rolling on the ground, and when he picked it up...

"- The spear collision was brilliant, like using the vampire's Kai Beast Blood earlier. But I have one engraved buster from the St. Alliance. Dolgar number five! Don't think I'm gonna back off congratulating you on staying put..."

Dorgal shines a lettering carving on the surface of a square tag with a missing chest edge.

It doesn't seem crazy.

I felt a harsh vibe from the tone.

"Again, you have the courage to challenge Your Excellency to battle."

"Right."

"-"

Speaking of his special seemingly skill name as a buster, he puts his magic through the sword pattern.

Then the pale sword blade stretched out of the demon sword.

Become a demon sword with a long thick width sword body of a pale claymore class.

"Brave Dorgal of the Pork Bone! Wait, Lord Asol... Captain..."

"It's okay! Though you will also be working for the St. Guild Federation!

"But... I didn't expect to even use the risky pills transmitted to Thermalia"

"Bokekus, we'll keep the bad adventurers in order! Have you forgotten these words and the words of the oath!

"What, you say too much, Dorgal!

"You know what! I don't feel weak trying to get Captain Asol to be taken hostage! I have my pride as my engraving buster!

Pig warrior. But I don't hate the idea of Dorgal.

Like the rest of the people of the St. Guild Federation......

If you have a life crisis, if you look at the situation, you want to think of a compromise.

That's normal. It's normal to take care of your life.

Fear of death is worse than death itself.

Yes, the fear of death is worse than death itself.

But Dorgal is beating fear.

He seems different from the others.

As a man "as I named number five Dorgal......

It would be an extremely difficult situation...

Whatever your strength is against the immense being in front of you, you don't look timid and have the courage and guts to stand up to that immense being.

It's not, and, as he also said, reckless, it could just be pride.

But either way...

It means he's willing to do his job right.

And I guess you're trying to inspire everyone by fighting for yourself and showing courage.

Exactly. "Keep the bad adventurers in order."

Honestly, I don't care about keeping such a bad adventurer in law and order... but using his temper or risky pills, I admire his strong will to fight for victory.

And I felt like a little Justine, though he might make a fool of me.

With my heart boiling, I walk diagonally forward from the ground with my athols.

He saw the act,

"Huh, a man who knows more about battle than his people, he's with a monster."

Dorgal speaking with a delightful look on his face as a ghost.

As it was, he came straight at the tip of the pale demon sword to show me.

Let's respond to his enthusiasm!

Hold a burning hand in the dark on a steel pattern roll that rests on your hips.

I pulled the pattern roll out of my hips with the magic of dark flames in the pattern.

Murasame blade that makes a noise with a bun.

The pattern roll was placed in the blue eye position.

And Simply Is The Best! Take manoeuvres of...

Wind Spear Flow "One Cut Blade" walking technique!

Mindful of light basic steps, advance in a forward leaning position -.

While running, straighten out your right arm gripping the steel pattern roll.

Like an arm extension line, a sharp cut of the light knife's murasame blade protrudes -.

- In the position of the universe, a pale sword protrusion and my blue-green sword protrusion (Murasameblade) collided from the front.

The squeaky, weird evaporation sounds from the tip to tip.

The sound is weird, but there is a hard feeling of collision with the sword from the grip of the dark flame.

The pale demon sword and my murasame blade, once again, clash in the position of the universe...

Mutual momentum.

Also, swing at each other.

Now the Dorgal handles get bumped.

The pale sword blade collided with the murasame blade in a slightly delayed fashion.

When a rubbing sound sounds from the position of the universe colliding with the blue-green light knife, a flash of light is created.

Naturally, each other's swords don't spill blades.

And moving to impending - I didn't.

Jump back, pulling each other's swords in front of each other.

At that time, I couldn't hold my hair, we flipped...

Momentum to crush the ground knocks in a series of strikes as he steps forward.

Dorgal came from my side to my chest...

I send the Murasame blade from Dorgal's right shoulder to his left belly...

We met a few times. Is swordsmanship mutual?

I imitated the living system with reference to Yui and Kard, but it was bounced -.

Flashing and metal discord rings for the first time.

Next, be aware of a series of rapid timing...

The orbit of a murasame blade (light knife) that slashes around the jaw or neck aimed at Dorgal's head.

But he gave in lightly and avoided the light knife.

On the rhythm, I turn the blue-green blade to Dorgal's wrist with a knife to return...

Dorgal, however, has stunningly avoided a series of slaughters from his skills by pulling away one, two, and a half steps in a move that doesn't look great on him.

Conversely, Dorgal rotates his body laterally like a pawn from the movement of his foot around his heel -.

Side rotation, huh? and have rolled out faux of sight and action.

Dorgal kicks the ground hard like he scrapes the back of his shoe...

It's linear manoeuvre - it's changing the motion rapidly.

The unusual movement reminds me of Oze. At the tip of a pale sword with a reduced angle, he rolls out a manoeuvring sword technique that flows slightly (...) off the poking track in an attempt to stroke my wrist -.

I changed the angle of my arm while doing Oze's legs, but I got my glutes snapped from my flank.

- Shocked.

Halhonk's dark green thick leather appeared to have prevented the pale sword blade.

However, dark green thick leather is rarely cut.

Is that a small carving maneuver? Thin skin slashed - Ouch.

Painful, but calmly changed the handle of the Murasame blade.

Dorgal, who is doing better, dares to slash the spin on the lower payment track.

He's rolling out a pale sword blade to slash my leg.

Hurry, use nail tip rotation -.

- Ouch. He also bathed his thighs with slightly uncovered cuts in Arsene's boots.

but I could do it.

The thin skin on the belly and thighs is slashed, painful, but not otherwise upset.

But for once, I'll make a mistake.

Then,

"- I thought he was a spear man, but he's also deep in swordsmanship. I thought there was something done by the Flying Sword Stream system, and there is also a mixture of unique habitation techniques like Thermal Sukeshi. Learning more than one sword?

Oh? I've been pointing out techniques that I stole from Kard, Yui, Vine, and the great Cat Beast Man (Amr.) King of the Eight Swords, third place Rave Kuzegail and Oze Sulligan, who are also masters of my sword.

"Yes, I am."

I'm equipping my mouth with Spiritual Blood Costume Lucival.

Agreed with the unique echo sounding pitch.

Whoever fought it, I respect it.

Voices will make you fear, but spears, swordsmanship, and body surgery will all "imitate. ♪ I was answering with temper.

"... right -"

The tone was sinking, Dorgal who made an awkward look like it for a moment, but he was moving forward.

He utters the skill name "-" without stepping in.

And then he involves his own hips and deliberately breaks down.

I've been rolling rotary slaughter out of that position.

Sick - but I retreat with the back of my hand down and leaning diagonally to the left -.

The pale sword blade of the first slash passes right in front of you.

I could avoid sharp sword flashes like cutting the wind - but "if this!," exclaims Dorgal.

The next serial attack with a flash of temper was a slaughter that shook down the opponent like intimidating him.

I see a divine shadow on Dorgal's back, but a quality magic I haven't seen much of.

While I analyze it, I jump in with my gaze and slight behavior and put in a bareback fake that I aim at even the torso.

He went on to quickly lift the murasame blade with a pale sword blade.

Successfully jumping up Dorgal's pale sword blade.

The large Dorgal exposes his armpits with each pale sword blade carried upward.

His torso is empty.

Chance, torso!

fake to roll out, plus confused Dorgal.

"Nah!?

- Towards the big guy who made a surprising noise, keep it up, and move to a spear set hand in close range.

Eat your right elbow on Dorgal's left shoulder - "Guo," and use the narrowness of your intermission as you feel your voice and dull hitting noise in your ears -.

Murasame blade gripping on one left hand that was pulling back compactly.

Stretch that light knife forward! It's a spear knife.

A blade of plasma by a light knife breaks through the black inner worn by Dorgal.

I stunningly pierced the right shoulder of his disappointed bony...

The sound of jubababa and odd rubber crushing and melting from the piercing area echoes all around.

That's the sound of a murasame blade baking meat.

- But not yet!

Rotate the master-sourced toe to the axis from a kick-kicking step on the ground.

- Striking moves that push the right shoulder and part of the back forward - Yes, spear player "right back attack".

I fed Dorgal's head a strong shoulder blow...

The dodgy dull collision sounds.

"-Guwoah."

When Dorgal blew away, he rolled a spin off his back and rolled down the ground.

Everyone turned into a statue in this sight.

I remembered the magic of unchanging for the rolling Dorgal.

Activate the Advanced Water Cure.

Clear water masses are bigger than usual.

Huge chunks of water make several waves of water that collapse into smaller waves and swallow the entire body of the Dorgal.

I felt anxious for a moment that he would not drown.

Too much magic came from the effects of the battle.

But, well, you'll be fine.

Dorgal's body is recovering to bring light.

The Hygrias, who were touring the entire battle there, also walk over.

stretched silver nail sword. When Hygria took the lead,

"Hey, people! Shuya is not a complete race of darkness! And we are not manipulated! Totally rude guys!

"I declare. My name is Jody. I'm not a Dead Butterfly. Now I'm going to join the new family of the spear man standing there."

Jody, who floats over the heads of the ancient werewolves, also raises his name.

She has honestly received my words like stop the fight and she is waving the sickle in her hand to the side before letting it disappear.

But the toe remains a drill.

When blood drips from the tip of that drill, the blood turns into a white moth.

White moths wrapped in blood danced at her feet.

Then, my vision darkens.

Yes, the gigantic divine beast Rolodine appeared to cover up in a way that protects Jodi and the ancient werewolves.

Spread your mouth to intimidate everyone.

Exhaling flaming breath shards from her huge mouth.

It was leaking between sharp teeth as flaming particles whirled around.

Rolodine exhaled slightly with a feverish breath.

"Gallulah -"

"Ahhh."

and Rolodine, a god beast with a stormy demonic breath and a roaring voice.

Everyone, including me, is giving in to a strong wind.

Herme was in his left eye, but he shouted surprise and panicked.

Herme, who is small, is shuddering even smaller, as he holds his head.

But it had a strong impact on everyone on this occasion.

The ancient werewolves turned both Mr. Daon and Lyokraine toward Rolodine, flat.

The people of the St. Guild Federation seem to have given up fighting as well.

Drop your weapon and you're frightened.

"Lolo, you look okay now"

"Ni?"

Huge god beast Rolodine looking at me with her fuzzy long ears moving picturesque.

The red glow and black eyes are crushed.

Even she looks huge and cute.

Rolodine sounds "gobbly" and loud throat as a sign of joy.

Then he shrunk to the appearance of a kitten to make a noise with Mukumuk.

The throat also sounded like a weird sound with bee feathers bumping because of the process of returning to the appearance of a kitten.

Interesting.

Black Cat (Lolo) walked back to my feet with Tokotoko, crashing his little head into my leg.

It feels like a pretty head.

Black Cat (Lolo) rubs his own cheek and beard to ear on my tibia.

And a black cat with both forelegs up (lolo).

Just like jumping on the back leg, head to torso... he moves back as he impersonates me.

The black cat that moved behind me (Lolo) also crashes his little head into his flatulence.

Keep it up, like drawing even eight letters on the ground below......

Many times, the little black cat lolo traveling between my tibia and my swollen tibia.

It's gobbling and throat sounding, and it's irresistible cuteness.

Sweet black cat (lolo).

Black Cat (Lolo) satisfied with such sweet behavior.

On the spot, when I knock my nose out, I turn my eyes to the nearby ground.

At the end of his gaze was the ground that had been swept in exquisite form.

I see you're worried about that smudge.

Black cat (lolo) moving to the corner.

Then he pokes his little nose into the ground and smells the smell.

Black cat (Lolo) expanding and narrowing the nostrils.

"Nn -"

The smell rings as I turn around, like 'Tabu-na'.

You don't have to let me know that...

Then he leaned against his body in the enclosed place, and laid his own body in the enclosed ground.

He's here, he's called Chanel Style.

Mm-hmm. Cats love the fact that their bodies fit strangely.

He turns his red iris and black eyes on me.

The tapetum layer was contracting slightly.

Its unique gaze in the feline family is, anyway...

I also felt like I was talking about "I want you to come to the ground with me" and "I want you to fit in with me".

But he seems like a whimsical cat......

The black cat (Lolo) stood up after his ears were pimpled, moved, and then wondered how his sleeping asshole looked.

Stretch your front legs forward like a 'good one'.

"Nng Ng."

And, "Wake up," he growls in his throat, stretching his back.

Then he walks over to Asol's side with Tokotoko and stretches out his bean-shaped little tentacles from his own neck.

To Asol's neck and shoulders, he hit the meatballs on the back of his bean-shaped tentacles, pounding the pomegranate and beating it rhythmically.

Asol's dark hair isn't that long.

Medium hair, flushing beside ears.

And the hair clasp with the ancient letters glowing was stylish.

The black cat (Lolo) is not even a ponytail, like the shheria, but he seemed concerned about the colourful dark hair grown from the section.

"... black cat... the size of just now is divine beast. Are you an ancient werewolf god named Harleia?

My body is shaking, Dorgal.

I watched him compare me and the Black Cat so many times.

It's a big Delhout body that's shivering that body for some reason...

Shoulder wounds are blocked.

My advanced restoration of water magic seems to have made sense.

So, watching Black Cat (Lolo),

"... a god beast, but not a harleia. My partner. Pet, dear, dear friend."

"Ha ha."

Hearing my words, the black cat (Lolo) was a flying manoeuvre, and as he climbed over my shoulder, he came near my cheek as usual, but roared "Garru".

Rolodine said, 'This is in the way, get back to normal, bloodsucking idiot,' and finally, my complete delusion, but I guess I'm angry like that.

"Sorry. Disarmed."

Disappear the cheeks, the neck and face guard of the blood chain.

Immediately afterwards, a black cat (Lolo) licks my jaw and the blood that was flowing under my neck.

The rough feel of my tongue is irresistible.

One of the other Saint Guild members who was watching that sight,

"... what is Captain Asol going to do..."

That's what I've heard.

"I don't care. Give it back. It would be helpful if you could listen to me."

"Huh?"

"Return…"

"Hey...... this one is a monster, but a people? Aren't you really an adventurer?

"You know what you're talking about?

Look at my actions, words and appearances, confused Saint Guild members.

To be honest, I used the mouth fangs growing out of the jaw and neck muscle covering the mouth, and I could bite the brunette's asshole... but I won't do it.

I got plenty of blood in the middle of the fight.

Ma'am, the Saint Alliance members seem to have lost their will to fight, and it will not be a battle.

Dorgal, too, is amazed at what I do.

Black cat (Rollo) leaps from shoulder position and moves under Dorgal's feet.

I thought I was going to crash my head, hit the cat punch and then head toward Asol to escape.

Dorgal saw the behavior of such a black cat (lolo) before

"... we... thank you"

And when I leaned my head slightly as I spoke honestly, he thanked me.

He rushes under Asol and puts one knee to the ground.

Then he put a finger on Asol's thin neck and took a pulse measure.

The black cat (Lolo) who was beside him turned into a black leopard after the action of a big man, Dorgal...

"Ng, shh!

Something made a strong voice that made me feel like it.

Stare at Dorgal with a red glow.

Once he spreads his mouth to show his fangs, and then puts his head away, he walks sideways and heads toward Hygria.

There,

"Me too..."

This voice was just blowing up. It's Leanne.

Destroyed her special, seemingly special weapon in the attack of.

He pierced his chest, as did Dorgal, but apparently his life was saved by a recovery potion thrown by Asol.

But that wound hasn't healed.

"Guff."

From by my side I thought, I spit blood again and fell.

She's in a state of depression.

I don't know from here how much my chest wound has healed.

Originally, Lene with brown hair was skinny.

I don't think I have the strength.

Not that I'm proud of that...

Me and God Beast cooperated in a matching move.

Even if it was a high-class luxury recovery potion, considerable serious injuries should not be spared.

Is that the holy flower water bead I have?

Elixir, which Melissa used to talk about, or a divine scale recovery potion, would do the recovery in an instant, though.

Ma, let's do some restorative magic!

Activates the advanced Water Cure.

An instantly clear water polo was completed over Leanne's head.

The water polo sprinkled in an instant.

Leanne paints the water so the shower can come down.

'My lord! The spirits of the pierced Namekuji just now and the spirits of the sword look weird. It's like gaining the nature of darkness... whispering as sharp as a needle!

"Huh? What..."

At that moment, the spirits of the slugs and the swords really materialized.

The slugs are huge.

The Swords of the Spirit have a distorted sword body.

And there are all sorts of fantastic animals that are haunted or that emerge in a way that lines up with the sword.

Shaped like a sloppy weasel.

Monster plated thing that takes manoeuvres that cause the octopus to snap its tail......

Little and moving mouse (rat) animals.

There is also the appearance of a pair of swords lodged in the bodies of animals like musty rust.

Sometimes, a pair of swords were popping out of the body in a way that protruded.

"To a brown-haired woman... Ah, looks like she's going for her body..."

I'm going to hit Leanne, who's really down.

"Seriously!

"A mess!?

Rolodine, who was protecting the Hygrias in the form of a black leopard, also raises a voice of surprise.

Everyone, the members of the Holy Alliance and the ancient werewolves, were astonished.

"Earthworm-style Pikmy and the Sword Spirit O 'Rebellion!

"Oh no, it's Leanne that's why they're spiritual monsters!?

"... Speaking of which, the Spirit Staff was broken in the current battle"

And the Spirit Alliance members gather their gaze to blame me.

Unexpectedly, he posed as the Great Comedian and tried to get bogged down, but stopped.

"The concubine is finally here."

'No...'

"Hmm! The vessel. You think I can hold my concubine? Hehe."

Monsters versus monsters. Maybe just fine.

Though I thought, Saratin tried to push the fate line on my left hand, the one on my left, the one on my eyelid, open it forcefully and go outside.

To such a fallen divine sword, Saratin, he said, 'Let it be!' and immediately tapped into the intense blood and magic with willingness.

"Wow, straw, wow, ah!?... Van '

The interior of the left hand, possibly a different space, was confused.

At that moment, strengthen the Dark Flame on your left hand to take advantage of its magic.

Do things like that in zero comma seconds.

And he put up a finger and said, 'Did you burn?' And he emitted a dark flame from his fingertips, posing differently than a hermetic stand -.

"Helme, help her!

'Yes!'

Hermes protruding instantly from the left eye.

The upper body is immediately feminized.

Although the herme's body remained liquid...

He was saving Leanne from the attack of giant slugs and distorted forms of swords that materialized Leanne in a two-handed manner.

But that Leanne is bleeding to see if she's taken a new wound.

"Ooh."

"Once again, Asol and Dorgal were followed by Leanne."

Cheers from the Saint Guild members.

As I watched the rescue play, I touched Dark Hellborn Night, the Dark Bone Rider that lay in my fingers, and summoned the Boiling Knights.

Two demonic ray threads connect with the ground as they create a straight line into the universe from the ring.

The boiling sound echoes. And the smoke rises.

Boiling knights emerged from the earth.

"- My lord, Zemethus is here now!

"This Admos is in charge on the left! No enemies!

"The enemy is those slugs haunted and moving swords. Follow Herme."

"I understand! The enemy is in ashes! Magic your enemies!

"Understood! The enemy is in ashes!

The boiling knights march on with their mouths spoken to get the mood in.

Zemetas with a flamberge-shaped bone sword stretched out.

Admos also fits the shield so that it fits with such a zemethus bone shield.

Zemetas bumped from the front with a giant slug.

If Admos waves his bone sword up and down while shielding multiple sword indiscriminate attacks, he shoots them down one after the other to break the warped swords.

The distorted swords shot down bring spooky light.

Repeat translucent or materialized, but soon admos used heavy bone feet, stomping.

Stepping on a distorted sword with his heel, the sword trampled was shattered and scattered and vanished.

But the number of sword-shaped spirits is high.

Jody repeatedly raids like a butterfly or hawk from space.

Waving a giant sickle reminiscent of a large eagle with wide wings, cutting off the fantastic animal of the same spirit as the sword spirit.

Next, we headed for a giant slug in spiral orbit.

Then, one of the elongated bills was cut so as to cleverly lift the sickle blade.

But in an instant, the elongated bill grows new.

There, Mr. Daon advances.

"Wolf attack - six teeth!

Mr. Daon puts a nail sword over his head, shouts his original tactical name, and gives instructions to everyone.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Captain!

Ancient werewolf soldiers begin their march toward a giant slug haunt.

Hygria and Daon were joined in the attack by the Lyokrainians.

The ancient werewolves launch a series of claw sword strikes between the slaughters of Zemethus.

From the sword of Zemethus, from the sword of the claw sword of Hygria to the sword of Lyokrein.

In addition to Mr. Daon's double-bastard-like downslaughter, ancient soldiers using Zemethus' shield as a jumping platform are attacked by a slug.

Such a fold, a weasel-shaped sword away from Admos goes to Hygria -.

I'll follow up.

And the moment I was aware of magic or < chain >, I saw Rolodine.

Rolodine, a black leopard bouncing in space, bites that weasel's sword.

Then, with the weasel sword in his hand, when he lands, he chews the sword to eat the meat of the weasel, chewing it munchkin and eating it looking delicious, roaring "Garru".

It was as if enjoying a majestic weasel hors d 'oeuvre.

Rolodine applauds him unexpectedly for being awesome...

The collaboration of everyone fighting in front of it is honest...... great.

So the defense of Sideil Village was also their power.

"Boiling knights, that's good. Admos-"

Herme, who turned from the sky to follow, ejected with an ice spear.

He fed on ice spears with arms widths against the warped swords flying around Admos.

Jody also turns to follow, but there are many sword-shaped spirits.

"Spirit! Thank you for protecting me!

With a shielded bash, Admos shouts a distorted sword-shaped spirit.

Then Dorgal, who was embracing Asol, stood up and

"... Leanne's Spirit is on the loose!

"Seems so."

Dorgal looked at my darkened hands and

"Oh, Lord Shuya - I apologize for our disrespect. And thanks for saving my life, Asol and Leanne!

Now Dorgal, who bowed his head lavishly.

When I immediately raised my head, I could see a refreshing feeling from that expression.

It seemed like a clear thought was flowing through my mind.

"No, that's fine. I could grow up, too. So, can I assume that you're out of the realm of trying bad adventurers and keeping order?