Chapter 38

Calmly appraise the situation while calming Cheryl’s anger, who never expresses her emotions passionately.

multiplication? It’s not even worth worrying about. Cheryl is an ogatorp. If she’s as skilled as the people she killed while coming, she’s strong enough to boast that she’ll be decapitated every time she blends her swords, unless 10 people attack in perfect harmony at the same time or she can’t use her aura. .

The head of the Royal Academy was not obtained through scabbing. Even if it was a label, it is only a plain truth without the slightest prejudice that they will be incapacitated just by being hit with the label.

“Even though the truth has not yet been fully identified, just knowing it already feels like a summary execution.”

She’s not even a prosecutor in the greenhouse like the other children of the aristocracy. In my eyes, he was only very young, but he was already a warrior ready to kill people at any time.

Even if she was alone, she would be able to slaughter all of the people gathered in the forest, not knowing the people gathered in the ruins.

In addition, Eldmia Ega, who has been training absurdly since childhood to kill the commander of the Demon King’s army, is with him? For those who are safe and only aimed at low-level adventurers, there is only death.

Even if it’s regrettable, we who are close to each other and have a good harmony become that level of skill.

“Since we can just kill them all, let’s put off the trivial worries until later.”

As Cheryl tousled her hair and spoke out her cold judgment, she quickly lost her temper and nodded.

In the first place, we came to know them as bandits. Killing all of them and throwing their heads in front of that bastard is actually enough. If you don’t like the rest of the guild, you can mobilize a personal network called Sir Ekaf to dry the seed.

There is no reason for even a bastard Satan to lose his composure by turning his eyes to the actions of a guy who is about to cry.

The pickled radish, or Cheryl, who became extremely calm because she understood that, opened her mouth.

“Shall we kill the ones in the forest first?”

“They’ll come later. Even for me, I came in killing about nine people, starting with the archers. If you add up the people you killed, it’s not too late to deal with the command center after killing it. There’s a chance that you’ll notice the anomaly.”

Once you hit the head on anything, things get easier.

“Run like this and start killing everyone from the command center. Follow me.”

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Eldmia declares extremely calmly and without any hesitation.

In this situation, this human being who moved with the conviction that he did not feel any danger of death maintained a composure like a morning sparring. And it wasn’t the false confidence that comes from being overconfident in one’s own abilities or misjudging the abilities of the enemy.

nine people.

A number that was said as if it were so insignificant. As soon as I heard it, I managed to catch up on the fact that my expression almost changed.

Obviously, it was not difficult for the archers who were at the outskirts of the forest at first. The archer was so flustered that he couldn’t even think of pulling out his sword in the sudden situation, and even if those around him reacted, it didn’t matter.

However, the trio I met there was different.

“Fuck!”

“Adventurer! Scouting has been pierced!”

“Emergency! Unprofitable?!”

She followed right after, slicing through the stomach of the still unconscious creature, and in a short moment of running again, Eldmia slashed two more enemies in the path she had already targeted. He shouts without fail as he glides between them at a speed fast enough to barely catch up with his nerves, which have been maximally sensitive due to tension and aura.

“I am!”

When we first met, how disgusting was the cry he had in his mouth with the same attitude as himself.

“I’m using that bastard to come!”

“Kuuk!”

The sword is swung once again, and the two who tried to block the path fall down without even reacting. One of them, apparently, was about a hand span away from the sword, but somehow he was holding on to his deeply cut carotid artery and was dying. Eldmia will not miss the moment when countless gazes moving in response to his cry gather in one place as if seeking instructions or protecting someone.

“Eldmia!”

In order to hide his throbbing heart at the fact that he met for the first time a man of the same age who might be equal to him in his bold appearance, he resorted to violence. Come to think of it, I should have hit more.

If I had known that he would lead the way alone, shamelessly like that, it would have been lacking.

“Stop the fuck! Stop it!”

“Why is that bastard...!”

The nonchalant movement, which seems to be just swinging the surroundings, sweeps the wrists and necks of the soldiers rushing towards him in one blow. The sword blade, sophisticated enough to make even the flowing blood streams beautiful, seems to light the path I must walk forward, so I somehow follow closely behind him and cut down the others who are focused on him.

However, it is impossible to imitate his sword, which aims at the vital point accurately every time it is swung.

“go to!”

How long did it take for an ordinary person to train like that? It is different from strengthening the body with auras. After all, no matter how strong a skill is, it is engraved into the body after thorough training.

so you can tell

Eldmia in childhood, who couldn’t properly learn swordsmanship, did countless times to perfect even the simple ‘movement of cutting something’, not even swordsmanship. And that is the trajectory obtained after training and swinging the sword at various angles.

As someone who would inherit a knight’s family, I couldn’t help but be unaware that this was accomplished through a time of endurance that could not be expressed simply by saying that I had swung a sword since I was a child.

“Why do users come here?!”

“If you did something stupid, regret why I did it in front of death, you bastard!!”

“Ughhhhhh!”

Even though his outrageous remarks and self-promotions that he sometimes did not know the meaning of were annoying at times, he learned proper swordsmanship and ran wild, and it felt like he was dancing.