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A long time ago, Charlotte heard the tale of Oskar the Sword King.

“Humans cannot defeat giants. ”

Giant?

Charlotte looks at Oskar.

Dark night.

A rural village in Hummite.

Oscar, who set the firewood on fire, recognized her for the first time.

It was also time to teach the first skill.

He looks at Charlotte and says,

“Yes, I fought the Lord Commander a long time ago, and faced the White Bone King with many monsters. ”

A massive body spanning tens of meters.

The king of the Undead, who wielded the sword with four Bone Hands.

How many times did Oskar experience life and death in that majesty?

“I didn't win. ”

And...

“I didn't support it. ”

His mission is to open a path for Celt to face the commander king.

You stopped the White Bone King's strikes in the process.

Huge body, superhuman strength.

An overwhelming power that can't be compared to enhanced strength with sexual strength.

Humans are weak.

But we hunt monsters.

“Nevertheless, do you know if the anarchists can defeat the monsters and overwhelm them?"

Why the Great Depression was able to deal with the Commander-in-Chief and the Vampires.

It is.

“The opposite nature of sexual power and magical power. ”

Explosion when sexual and magical forces collide.

“If you take advantage of it. ”

Oskar looks at Charlotte and says,

“Because any attack can be countermanded. ”

* *

The moonlight has been reddened by magical powers.

It was sunny, and the day passed as the night got late.

Day 25.

When the Magical Wave of Death will take place.

A thick fog spread over the floor.

The entire continent is enchanted by magical power and the undead is strengthened.

This was also true of the magical Mystic Calf.

But...

- Why not?

At the center of the waves of death, he is powerless.

A sacred golden chain binds him.

I slowed down while repressing my freedom.

That was just a few minutes ago.

As if gravity works dozens of times, your body is unburdened.

Mist Calf was terrified of an unknown phenomenon.

Most of all, there was something else that scared me.

A creature that sprinkles light in a red glowing world.

A small paladin.

In front of the human wearing the skull of a mountain goat, a man falls into a blow.

He was clearly worse than a worm.

Why? Why...?

‘Do you have that kind of energy? ’

Charlotte looks down and looks at the armor in her hands.

The armor I was wearing, the shield I was holding, and the sword I was wearing.

They were all engraved with Aztalun, and they were also wearing robes of sacred power.

She had immense stamina.

My head was numb.

But as I gradually regained my memory, I realized what to do.

She glances at Mist Calf, bound in a golden chain.

‘Stop.’

Stopping the Giant in sight.

And to protect others.

That was what he had to do.

She covers the ground.

The sound echoes slowly as it bounces off the ground like a bullet.

As Charlotte approaches quickly, Mist Calf feels threatened.

- Seal it!

My hands are squeaking.

Smoke flows through the golden chains.

I tried to pull it out, and it started to hurt my body.

But there's nothing you can't tear out.

The chain is torn apart. The rock is cracked, but its sturdiness remains unchanged.

As I was free, Mist Calf stared at Charlotte.

As she leaps, Mist Calf smiles.

Yeah, a bug.

I will burst with one hand and die.

I spread my palms.

- Blow to death, mortal!

I flew my hands as hard as I could with the movement of my lower back.

Charlotte recalls what Oskar said.

‘The opposite nature of sexual power and magical power. ’

- But you can't.

Contains the power of the shield.

Amplified by Aztalun and wrapped in a white aura.

‘If you use it. ’

- It is a skill based on strong sexual strength. If you have the sex drive.

Cuts through the wind.Like a giant chunk of rock, there is no fear.

We can stop it! ’

- Should be enough to stop him.

Charlotte swings her shield into the air.

A sacred veil appeared right in front of Mist Calf and collided with the palm of his hand.

and bounced off.

-...?

Mist Calf's gaze stares at his hand by itself.

My hands freeze.

Before the palm touched the girl, something slammed into the air and bounced off.

"What...?"

Mist Calf's gaze came forward.

Charlotte's razor-sharp eyes gleam at the foot of the robe.

- Your black power is one of them.

Grasp the sword.

- Raise the pitch so you can fly it. If that's possible.

The power of the Great Sword tingles.

- It's enough to be called the Sword King.

You swing the Great Sword up and down.

A violent blast of force erupted.

It was different from the sword of the wind using Qasim Deryan's magic.

Strikes made of pure sexual strength.

Mist Calf flinches back and stacks his hands.

An explosion erupted between the assault and the back of the arm.

-...

Mist Calf's eyes widen.

Rock armor surrounding the back of your arm, it breaks down.

- What the hell, you bitch...

“All fire in the hole. ”

I heard it somewhere.

Then the eyes of Mist Calf turned down.

He was the one who wore the skull of the mountain goat who was with the paladin.

Mist Calf turned his gaze.

In a word, a boulder flies with a wedge from everywhere.

Siege weapons like that, they won't harm their rocks...

Qajik-!

A wedge is wedged into Mist Calf's chest, and a frightening speed of stones strikes you.

* *

As me, I tended my warmth.

Charlotte was badly damaged in the flesh.

That's why I wanted to use the Aztalun to restore her body.

Mist Calf was sealed, but Charlotte was subjected to the Sacrificial Skill at the same time.

An obsession with trying to save her.

It also had considerable power.

I looked at Charlotte.

You bounce off a giant blow. He also smashed rocks with a blast.

It is more powerful than Nastus in Aslan.

Aztalun's stamina amplification, physical strength enhancement, as well as the battle of wonder, and the killing spree also overlapped and exerted ridiculous powers.

“... and the resonance of Elise. ”

I turned my eyes away.

You hear Elise's choir.

He's strong, I think.

He would have awakened Charlotte to something beyond human limits.

‘Aztalun's power consumption is no joke. ’

I focused on Charlotte, but I also transferred it to a small group of Siege Soldiers.

Their siege weapons have advanced, strengthened.

Might be minor in power, but could be a threat to Giants at all.

Now I have two things to do.

The Pokémon strengthens its Seal to prevent further movement.

One last time.

“Finish in a blow. ”

* *

The beating heart in the chest of Mist Calf.

- Why not?

He rolls one eye and continues to pursue the paladin.

It moves fast.

Her clay trenches follow her, and each time Charlotte moves swiftly to escape.

- Why not?

I clenched my fist.

You grip it and swing your fist at Charlotte as hard as you can to get under her feet.

- Is the attack not working?

Put your magic into it.

A dark aura wrapped around a fist made of rock.

Aim for the timing.

Charlotte recalls Oskar.

- The best time to bounce off an opponent's punch.

Her red eyes glow.

A huge falling fist.

The magical energy contained in it.

- Even standard attacks work. But with magical power, it will be twice as effective.

How to mitigate an opponent's attacks while avoiding shock.

Raise the shield.

Breathe.

Before your fist touches it, when your magic is shaking.

At that time, I injected a force in between.

Charlotte swings her shield.

The shield-round curtain of sacred power bounces off and penetrates between fists into the flow of magical power.

Mist Calf's fist seems to reach her, but his fist bounces off as the air expands.

-...!

Mystic Calf's eyes twitch.

This can't be happening.

He loses.

A slapping blow to the front does not work.

Something keeps bouncing back at you from the air.

Then one way.

Do not strike directly.

He clenched his fist and slapped the floor.

Charlotte flinches, pulling back.

As the stones fall around, Charlotte shifts her body and slashes with a sword made of sacred power.

Mist Calf smiled.

I know how to attack.

It's time to strike back.

There was nothing to worry about.

You clasp your hands together and raise your giant hand.

Every time, a golden chain bursts out and interrupts him.

A Seal that has no partner in aesthetics.

It is not completely sealing, but deliberately interfering with movement.

He's going to kill himself completely.

"Fools! ’

You are the work of the Giant King.

You'll lose to humans, not to God!

The Golden Chain was forcibly ripped out.

Slows down movement.

The siege weapon flew in and damaged your body, but you ignored it.

The mud that forms the muscles of both hands swells up.

Magic whirls around the entire fist.

I took a deep breath and put all my strength into my fist.

Mist Calf smiles ferociously.

-... die. Humans!

Hit as hard as you can.

The two black burning fists are clumped together and dipped to the ground.

With this strike, the earth will crack, rocks will burst, and all of humanity in this area will be wiped out.

I was sure of that.

Charlotte looks up at the sky in surprise.

She found something, and she gripped it.

‘This is the blow the prince prepared. ’

It cannot be in vain.

There are many soldiers around.

If we allow Mist Calf to strike, all the soldiers in this area will die.

Those who went to save the prince and also did good deeds by the prince.

Protecting you and your people.

“That's the role of a guardian. ”

Charlotte looks up at Mist Calf's two straight fists.

‘Pierce the flow of magic. ’

Swirls rapidly.

No gaps found.

No, we have to find it.

I'll find it.

‘Get your senses up. ’

Blood boiled all over my body.

Vision pierces through gaps in magical power.

The turbulence disappeared between the sharp eyes.

Focus, focus, focus.

A cleft in magical power that thunders like a storm.

‘… I found it!'

Charlotte steps on the ground and braces herself.

Lower your lower back.

The user grabs the shield and pulls it.

‘Through that gap. ’

Surround the Veil of Divine Power.

I'm through!

You swing your shield.

The swollen curtain burrows the gap in the flow.

The veil unfolds in the midst of the swirling magical power, mixed with magical power.

And...

Boom!

Explodes by swelling into opposing forces.

Mystic Calf's hands loosen and ricocheted.

Tough rocky fingers crumble and the mud splits in all directions.

- Shit...!

Mystic Calf's enormous body wiggles and his eyes curl.

He strives to balance and stabs both legs to the ground.

The gap is too wide.

There will be a massive counterattack.

So get ready to defend...!

“The end.”

Mist Calf raises his head in surprise.

A sword made of light that rises high in the sky.

A sword, tens of meters long, floats on its power.

Alan said, removing Amon's skull.

“Sky Sword.”

A stroke that many priests, swords of the heavenly realm, can only be made by prayer.

Mist Calf's eyes falter.

“This blow will put you to sleep forever. ”

The celestial sword that was floating in the sky is taken down.

He slits the wind and plunges towards Mist Calf.

- Don't, I'm stopping you!

Mist Calf screams.

Place your hands on the sky.

My eyes widened.

His own hand, which has already been broken into pieces.

Hard rocks disappear and only mud spills out.

- Ah...

As the stone pupils of Mystic Calf head toward the Celestial Sword, a sword is dipped into his brow.

pierce the front.

I split my whole body through the mouth and neck of my glabella.

A convulsion occurred on Mist Calf's face.

- Ahh, ahhhh!

The aura of sexual strength spread.

- I, I...

The stone eyes of Mist Calf flip over, and your whole body sags.

Soon my body collapsed.

The rock surrounding the body falls.

Mud flowed down like melted skin and muscles.

“Everyone, move! ”

The prisoners dodged the scene as the mud flooded in.

Charlotte also took a step back in the street.

The prisoners stare at the deceased Mist Calf with their eyes wide open.

A courageous man pierces his spear into the melted mud.

No response.

Giants couldn't even recognize shapes.

Only a giant's head, cut in half, leaves a statue.

He's dead.

"... Jotun is dead. ”

You have triumphed over a legendary Giant.

Not only did they hunt vampires, but they also became myths.

‘We…! ’

"I won!"

The prisoners gave a shout.

“Phew... ”

Elise leans on the symbol like a broken stone, and Hans gives Elise medicine.

Haman and Spell squat, laughing nonchalantly, and Lord Jennard directs the prisoners away from the undead approaching.

"Ha, ha, ha…"

Alan turns his eyes away.

The nearby Charlotte settles down as if she had lost her strength in the bridge.

The sacred sword disappeared and turned into a sword. Rob is gone, too.

Charlotte smiles faintly as her sacred surroundings fade away.

Are you all right?

I would have fainted if I were you.

It was superhuman.

I was tired myself.

Alan approaches her and leans against her back.

“Good work.”

Charlotte pauses in surprise and shuts up.

“Thanks to you, the soldiers are alive. Me, too."

Allen pulls the Holy Water out of the Item Window and hands it to her.

“Drink. You'll feel dizzy. It looks like you're running low on stamina. You'll feel better if you replenish it."

Charlotte receives a bottle of holy water without showing her face.

A brief silence.

Charlotte whispers in the cheers of the soldiers.

“Help…. Is it done?”

“I told you, you saved my life. ”

"..."

Alan raises his head and looks up at the sky.

The red moon is darkened by the black clouds.

I feel a tremor behind my back.

I didn't know if it was a shiver from a smile or a shiver from a blur.

“Let's go back.”

It was time for a break.

* *

Celts are in a strange space.

The bright light caught my eye.

I feel a gentle breeze passing by.

There was also no limitation of gravity.

I feel like I'm floating.

It is truly a holy light.

How fantastic would it be if it touched that light?

When I reached out for that thought, Celt awoke from his sleep.

“Your Holiness? ”

On the right, you hear Cardinal Raphael's voice.

Celts unconsciously reach out.

And I smiled bitterly, realizing that I belong to the Imperial Palace.

“You fell asleep again. ”

Celt smiles lovingly at Raphael.

On the contrary, Raphael looks worried.

Well, he'll know.

In fact, I thought 10 or 20 years would be more alarming, but it's time to retire.

‘Retirement... It'd be nice to spend the rest of your life in the quiet countryside. Let's go on a trip to Iceland. ’

I stroked my chin and looked at the battle window.

Warm sunshine shines.

It's such a nice day.

How good would it be to be able to withdraw from the throne on a clear day like this?

“Hmmm."

Celt looks to the left.

Oskar the Sword King looks at the parchment Celt is holding.

“Oh, right. Look at me. You forgot this. ”

Celts spread parchment in their hands.

7 Letters from Prince Allen.

What's in it.

“... raising 5,000 priests. The period is one year.”

Oskar the Sword King stiffens and Raphael coughs.

Celt blinks and bursts into laughter.

“Looks like you won the continent instead of pulling out vampires at all!"

Don't make jokes. ”

Rafael said.

Raphael knows best that the anarchist is insane.

If they are really going to conquer the continent, they will build up an army.

“Are you kidding? Well, 5,000 won't be possible. That's a year.”

But it's up to 5,000.

It was to be able to cultivate even close to him.

Lonia's prisoners will be the evidence.

Speaking of rebellion, Celt smiles and spills out.

What do you mean, your grandson is causing a rebellion?

On the contrary.

I feel the danger of the Holy See and I wonder if I've been preparing for it for a long time.

Lonia is the product.

It is enough to get these results.

Celt rolls her mouth up.

“If this works, the Vampire won't even think about invading. ”

"..."

“I hear you'll be back in a month. Prepare to meet him. ”

Celt stands up.

I reached for the sunny window.

The warm sun made him feel good.

“Also.”

You turn your head and look at Raphael and Oskar.

“I will perform the Holy Father's succession. ”

Celt smiles softly.

“As the first successor to become the Holy Father. ”