Volume 1 - CH 3.11

Part 11

「You, you went and did somethin’ foolish, didn’t ya?」

「Same to you, attacking the base of this Diablo, you better not be thinking that you’ll be going back safely, got it?」

「Kuhah! Ya damned half-assed bastard that ain’t Human nor Demonic Bein’!」

To think that even Demonic Beings had discrimination against Demons.

——If I remember correctly, Edelgart said “Gregor”, didn’t she?

He talked in a way that had no class, but what was bestowed on Emil’s body wasn’t just physical damage.

「……Fumu……So he’s a Magician that stretched out his ability as a Fistfighter. To think that there would be a 《Punching Magician》 among the Demonic Beings.」

「Aah? What’re ya mumbling about? No matter how ya beg fer yer life, I’ll kill ya! I don’t have tha time ta play with ya! I’m gonna hurry up and destroy tha barrier!」

——Time? I see, if it were going as planned, I guess it would be about time that the Demonic Being would have reached the town.

Diablo shrugged his shoulders.

「If it’s about Edelgart, she probably won’t be coming.」

「Nu!?」

「After all, I defeated about half of the hundred-something Demonic Beasts and I had also given Edelgart a fair amount of damage.」

「Hah……Kuhaha! What are you saying? Such a transparent lie is……」

「It’s something you’ll understand if you fight me. I wonder which one of us should be begging for his life……Well, no matter how you beg for your life, I won’t forgive you though.」

Gregor thrust out his fist from a distance where he shouldn’t be able to reach.

「Justt diee! 《Dark Bullet》!!」

It was the Darkness attribute’s elementary magic.

Originally, it shouldn’t have considerable power, but the user’s status was probably abnormally high. It were as if it were a different magic.

The jet-black bullet drew near with an ultra high speed.

——As I thought, so he’s a 《Punching Magician》.

They fought with their fists in the close combat that Magicians were originally poor at and when the opponent was distant or when they wanted fire power, they would use magic.

One might think that it was a perfect style, but it was just a mere jack-of-all-trades.