“Have you decided on the words to be etched on your grave…”
Priscilla, a golden Lycanthrope, approached step by step, spouting a cool catchphrase. I’d like to use that line sometime.
But this time, I’m on the receiving end. I’m stumped about what words should be carved on my grave. Do I need to compose a seasonal poem or something?
“Stop this!”
Manuela, sensing the situation, stepped between me and Priscilla. She probably thinks we’re just having a misunderstanding. You’re the one who understands the situation the least right now. Doing that is like pouring fuel on the fire.
“You’re in the way…”
Manuela was sent flying back to the bed by a powerful body blow. I know that pain too; it really hurts.
“Priscilla…”
I used Mode Two and Mind’s Eye before I could finish my words. Seeing Priscilla about to attack the moment she uttered the word “shi,” I couldn’t easily dodge the first strike.
Is the speed of a golden Lycanthrope comparable to Mode Two as well? Still, a faint scar remained on my cheek from where I barely avoided it.
This is bad. Without any shame, I smashed through the window and fled into the backyard.
“Is this a good place to die…”
I uttered a word that echoed in Priscilla’s stomach as she pursued me. I didn’t run out for no reason. I wanted a bit more space. If we continued fighting in that room and she pulled out a Halberd, I would have died.
“Priscilla, are you aware? Your entire body is glowing gold.”
“…Oh, what in the world?”
Was she not aware? Was she that overcome with rage? Maybe I can talk to her now.
“So, have you decided on the words to be etched on your grave…”
It seems impossible. That catchphrase is fine, but I don’t want to die yet. I want to go to the Sea of Harmonia and play with girls on the beach.
“How about, ‘Here lies a man who loved Priscilla’?”
“…Dammit! I won’t be fooled. You die here.”
So it was no use. Loving her is the truth, though. It’s all Manuela’s fault for trying to show gratitude and complicating things. She’s a bandit; she should have just run away.
Priscilla attacked without a sound. After a feint, she threw a right straight. Was it bad that I had regained a bit of my senses? I dodged the subsequent barrage by twisting my body.
With the original Mind’s Eye, I could see a few seconds into the future, making one person appear as two, like a clone. But Priscilla was so fast that I could only see her as a blur.
Yet, I have Godspeed. Even with Mode Two, I can only dodge; just how fast is she? The combination of Mode Two and Mind’s Eye has a short activation time. I have to finish her quickly, or I’ll be beaten to death and minced.
I met her attack with a boxing style that wouldn’t exist in this world. It’s not for nothing that I’ve read boxing manga. Speaking of which, how did that manga end?
Priscilla’s attacks didn’t cease, but I took the opportunity to land a barrage of body blows. After all, even as a Lycanthrope, she couldn’t punch Priscilla in the face.
And my punches don’t seem to be affecting Priscilla. While using Godspeed, my body becomes strong enough to withstand it, but it’s not working on Priscilla. I’m frustrated, should I just go ahead and grab her breasts?
I’d probably make her angrier, so I’ll stop. But I lack a finishing move. Should I aim for a knockout by hitting her jaw? But where is her jaw? Is it the protruding mouth area, like a wolf? If I fail, I’ll end up with my hand inside her fanged mouth.
Even if I win, the other members will definitely say, “It’s cruel to hit a girl’s face.” …Let’s go for no face shots.
Priscilla’s attacks continued, my body blows were ineffective, and before I had time to think, even the afterimages I saw with Mind’s Eye began to disappear.
I realized my Godspeed had dropped to its normal speed, but I managed to dodge Priscilla’s punches. Priscilla is also tired. My body blows are having an effect.
“Let’s stop this. It’s a misunderstanding. Please listen to me.”
“Damn! Damn! I will never lose!”
Where does that fighting spirit come from? I should learn from it. Preferably, I’d like that fighting spirit directed away from me.
When Priscilla let out a roar of anger, the surrounding trees, grass, and even walls trembled. This is bad, really bad. I can even see an aura-like substance overflowing from her body. I won’t be able to dodge the next attack.
If I can’t dodge, I’ll counter with a trade of blows. I’ll show you the cross-counter I learned from manga.
I approached slowly with light footwork. Priscilla waited with the dignity of a champion. I feinted with a jab, and then, as if ignoring it, I landed a hook over her golden straight punch, and my consciousness went black.
When I came to, I was on the bed. I’m okay; my face is still attached. It’s not even swollen, and my limbs are moving.
From beside me comes the laughter of the White Lily Corps, and at the center of it all sits Manuela, the cause of this mess.
“Yo, you awake? Hahaha, sorry about that, it was a misunderstanding.”
Priscilla’s big smile made her blonde hair sway. Huh!? Priscilla’s hair was red, but now it’s blonde with red stripes.
“Priscilla’s hair…”
I completely forgot about the previous misunderstanding and became curious about Priscilla’s hair. Her previous red hair was nice, but now one strand flowed like a red stripe, and the rest gleamed gold.
Christine also has blonde hair, but it’s a silvery-gold. Priscilla’s, apart from the red stripes, is pure gold. Is it pure gold?
“It’s nice, isn’t it? I don’t know why it turned out this way.”
Lycanthropes usually have coarse black hair, but now it’s blonde? And it’s still blonde now, which only fills me with a bad premonition.
“Priscilla, just a sec…”
I beckoned her over, and as Priscilla approached, I used Godspeed to grab her breasts.
*Slap!*
“What the hell are you doing!”
As expected, my hand, extended with Godspeed, was slapped away, even before I could grab. This surprise attack, with a speed that could match Godspeed, is something the usual Priscilla doesn’t possess.
Did her hair color changing grant her Godspeed-level speed? Isn’t this cheating, God? Am I not the fastest man in the world?
It’s unreasonable to move at Godspeed just from being angry. I mastered Mode Two and Mind’s Eye at the risk of my life… Should I go on strike?
“Captain, why are you sulking? Please listen to Manuela. It seems she went through a lot of hardship.”
I’ll listen if you let me grope Sophia’s breasts instead.
Apparently, Manuela was originally a Noble. She fled her House after a family dispute, and after much hardship, she landed a job as a bandit. …The story jumps too much here. Why did it jump all the way to becoming a bandit? She should have struggled more, or at least struggled enough to be bought.
Even though I’m angry, my hair hasn’t turned blonde; it’s still black. I can’t compare to Priscilla.
“By the way, why did I lose consciousness? I don’t seem to be injured… Did Sophia heal me?”
Did my counterattack land? I want to believe it did.
“That was Christine. She was yelling, which is unusual for her, trying to stop the two of you. Didn’t you hear her?”
It’s rare for Christine to yell. I bet she looks beautiful even when she’s desperately yelling.
“And since you two were completely ignoring her, she seemed to have stopped your hearts.”
“…”
Godspeed, Mind’s Eye, and the golden Lycanthrope… all were no match for Christine’s Support power…
