“Darkness!”
I raised my sword high and shouted at the prescribed volume.
This is the same as the Sword of Light up to this point. The Sword of Darkness has this continuation.
“Become my hilt with my magic power!”
As I flowed my magic power, the hilt part extended black and materialized. Its shape was like a naginata or a zantou.
“Become my blade with my blood!”
Here, I cut my own wrist and let my blood soak into the blade. The blade extended in a curve, shaped like a black scythe.
This scythe changes size depending on the amount of blood it absorbs. Since I was riding a horse at the time, I cut deeply, and a large scythe was created.
A slight cut is fine thanks to demon blood, but it still hurts. Having to cut myself every time, my friends would be disgusted if they saw the wound.
Up to this point, it has taken the form of a black scythe, but it hasn’t become a rotten greatsword yet. Finally, I raise my voice to 1.5 times the prescribed volume and scream.
“Rufina! I love you!”
With this, the blade was enveloped in a dark, stagnant mist, and the Sword of Darkness, which rots everything it cuts, was completed.
“What!?”
“What did you say!?”
“…”
I shouted my love, right in the middle of the battlefield. I’m definitely going to get yelled at for this. My Dual Sword, Sword of Darkness Mode, is clad in black mist and transforms into a great scythe, sending me to hell.
“Say that again!”
No way, it’s embarrassing. The giant is already approaching. Ah, a mercenary from the brigade who was near Christine is clutching her chest and falling off her horse…
“Everyone, hurry ahead with all your might! Leave the rest to me!”
I stopped with all my might and faced the giant. This is definitely easier. I have to distance myself from the White Lily Corps even a little. I want to limit the number of casualties to four.
Seeing the giant lift one leg to stomp on me, I swung the great scythe at the other leg, where its weight was resting, and wounded it.
Like the Sword of Light, the cutting power of the Dark Great Scythe is superb. The good thing about this scythe is that it’s double-edged. It’s good for cutting and good for pulling, and the wounded part begins to rot.
The insidious thing about this great scythe is that you don’t feel pain even when you’re cut. If pain starts to set in, it’s too late, and for something as large as a giant, it can’t support its own weight when it rots.
The giant, whose legs have rotted to the knees, collapses without being able to stand. If I cut off its legs at the thighs, it would survive, but the rot has already reached its waist.
The putrid smell wafting through the air stimulates my nostrils and makes me feel nauseous. The speed of decay changes depending on the size of the wound I cut, but with a giant this large, a mound of rot has been formed.
The rest was quickly decayed with Godspeed and the rotten great scythe, and I retreated just before Reverse. The downside of this Dark Great Scythe is that the more I cut, the more I suffer. I don’t want to use it after a meal.
I caught up with the brigade some time after everyone had entered the camp. I had to do something that would be censored from my mouth along the way, but thanks to that, I feel refreshed now.
“Good work. Please have anyone injured see Sophia. Has the report to Anneliese been sent?”
“…I’ll send someone right away.”
“Any deaths?”
“Four… four have died.”
All four of those deaths were caused by you, weren’t they? Please make sure they’re counted as battle casualties, so their families can receive pensions.
“It’s five…”
I blocked the Halberd, which was swung down from above, with the Dark Great Scythe. Idiot! Who in the enemy camp doesn’t use Mind’s Eye!? Wait, is this the enemy camp?
“Four battle deaths is already too many, Priscilla.”
“What the hell is that!?”
Please consider that a part of the spell. And I didn’t create it. Rather, I’m being forced to say it. Please consider the feelings of the person who has to say that in the middle of the battlefield.
Also, it’s not good to keep blocking the Halberd with the great scythe. It’s not just about losing in strength, but the rotten black mist is flowing towards my arms, making my skin tingle. If this flows to my hair follicles, I’ll go bald.
“Priscilla, Orietta should be able to fix it if you ask her.”
“Stop making excuses. ‘I love you!’ What kind of rotten mouth says that!”
I love you. Please hear it like a foreigner’s strange pronunciation of Japanese. Unlike the Sword of Light, it’s difficult to handle.
“…That’s not acceptable.”
Christine stood in front of me. Her position was under the edge of the Halberd. If I ran, I would be cut, and if I lost in strength, I would be cut. She stood in a dangerous position with an icy expression.
“Christine… Priscilla too! That’s a big misunderstanding! Please step aside, it’s dangerous.”
Now I can’t run away. It feels like I’ve fallen into a trap and can’t escape after returning safely from fighting the Demon Army. It’s embarrassing to be in this desperate situation while being watched by the members of the brigade.
“…I understand.”
Christine said so and gently hugged me. Her hair tickled me, and she smelled nice. And my arms tightened further. Priscilla is also merciless.
“Christine! Get out of the way! I’ll cut you down with you!”
Is this person an idiot… I, and Christine, how could you cut her down? It’s a blasphemy against beauty.
I used the minimum of my remaining strength to deflect the Halberd sideways. The deflected Halberd embedded itself in the ground, and I used my maximum strength to embrace Christine and escape in Mode Two.
Even while escaping, I didn’t forget about Christine’s Behind. I’ve never seen Christine train, and she’s the weakest in the White Lily Corps.
But look at that! Her shape and elasticity are as wonderful as Priscilla’s! This is all-natural. Her innate proportions remained even in the harsh mercenary life.
I fled into a civilian house at a considerable distance. Then I pushed Christine onto the bed from behind and hugged her.
Today is an “Ass Festival.” With magnificent hips before me, Christine is decided as the main event of today’s festival. Besides, with Christine here, no fool will come in.
“…I like this kind of thing too.”
Sweet words made my brain melt. I’m going to do it! I’m going to do it! I won’t back down. Sometimes, a little roughness might be good. And then, my neck was quietly squeezed.
Using the ceiling beam, I was in a state of hanging myself. Grasping the rope around my neck, I remembered Rufina’s vines. When did she get here!? And why is Christine unresponsive!?
“It seems the Captain is still not quite there yet, getting caught in something like this.”
Wait a minute! You’re the reason I’m running away because of your spell! Are you going to squeeze my neck until I’m on my tiptoes like a ballerina!? Am I going to dance Swan Lake!?
“…Regarding the spell. Let’s talk.”
A trap!? This is a trap skillfully set by Christine! When did it become a trap? Priscilla really tried to cut me, and Christine must have been in danger too.
“What are you talking about, Christine. That’s not supposed to happen.”
With those words, Rufina clutched her chest and writhed in pain. Suffer alone! As I pulled on the vines and writhed, my toes left the floor.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Christine. Did the bastard die?”
“…”
“Let Rufina suffer. Alana, cut the vines and tie them somewhere. So that I can’t escape by stepping on them.”
“Understood.”
The members of the White Lily Corps, except for Richarda, entered one after another. …It was all a trap from the beginning. Rufina must have been deceived by Christine too. What a strategist Christine is!
With this, I can entrust the brigade to her without any problems. Even if I die, I will leave the White Lily Corps to Christine.
On this day, the main event shifted from Christine to me, and the “Ass Festival” turned into a “Blood Festival.”
