Rush. A single spear. I, who charged the Cyclops with one leg, now a Godspeed spear, had a trump card.
“Light!”
At the perfect timing, the Magic Sword Zebra, which reached a high heat the moment it pierced, created a large hole in the Cyclops, passing through me to the other side of its back.
“This is usable! The timing to release light is difficult, but with this power, I can pierce even a Giant. Sand Dragons might stop midway, though.
Up, up, down, upper right, left, button simultaneous press, perhaps. Since I’m going to the trouble, I want to name it. Heroes always announce a name when using a Special Move.
Should I go with Justice Lightning Spear, or Golden Shining Behemoth? Ah, the more I think, the more ideas come.
The Cyclops, roaring and charging, wouldn’t listen to a “wait a moment,” so I’ll finish off another one before deciding on a name. My cute White Lily Corps, witness my valiant effort!
“Fugya!”
It’s natural if you think about it. If a human-sized being charges at you from your direct vision, someone like me, who can’t even achieve proper Godspeed with a leg injury, is easier to deal with than swatting a fly. This technique, which won’t work a second time, is over. I can only use it with surprise attacks.
I want to applaud the Cyclops that met my charge with a fly swatter, but it was a result of my daily efforts to block it with my shield. I forgot to channel the super vibration, though.
Knocked to the ground, I faced the approaching pack of Cyclops—a group lynching or a moleskin game? My back against the ground, I desperately sought help to dodge and weave.
Cheat, con artist activate! With Mind’s Eye and Godspeed, I stood up even surrounded and slashed at the Cyclops. Don’t underestimate me! A cheat-wielding Godspeed user! The Cyclops coughed up blood, impaled on many thick branches, and died. Of course, I was impaled too.
“R-Rufina… When did… you get here…”
“I’ve dealt with most of them, and to find you in this state is quite pathetic.”
You’re the one who did this to me, Cursed Wood King, making me impaled! There’s no reason to impale me as well.
“Deal with these small branches. You’ll die…”
“I’m pulling them out now. It’s obvious they’ve missed vital points.”
Of course, you idiot! I was fighting with Mind’s Eye in a state of being beaten senseless. It’s thanks to my strength that I avoided vital points. Other than that, I couldn’t dodge.
With both the Cyclops and I subdued, Rufina watched Wendy, injured, with healing Magic emanating from the warm pool of blood.
“Wendy will die if this continues. I’ve put her in a state of suspended animation, so examine her by Sophia immediately. The others are fine.”
Did the demon’s blood not work, or was it not enough in time… Don’t just look down so haughtily; heal me too, I’m running out of time.
“…Well, my Magic Power is also depleted. We’re returning.”
I desperately grabbed the cloak of the fool who turned to leave.
“R-Rufina-san, I haven’t been healed yet…”
“I had forgotten. However, my Magic Power is also depleted. What shall we do…”
What do you mean, ‘what shall we do’? Heal me! I can’t move because of someone, and it hurts because of someone.
Rufina approached me and bit my neck with her fangs. I knew it. I suspected it might happen, but the cold breath on my neck made me imagine a Vampire.
“This should be fine.”
Did I lose consciousness for a bit? Losing consciousness in the middle of the battlefield is life-threatening, but biting for blood in the middle of the battlefield, what do you say about that?
“Take the injured. I’ll carry Wendy. Don’t forget to retrieve the Halberd and horse.”
Still covered in armor and clothes stained red, indistinguishable from my blood or the Cyclops’s blood, I issued orders to the gathered White Lily Corps.
I’ve already informed Priscilla-san and the separated White Lily Corps squad about the rendezvous point, and even if they forgot, other members would have heard and it should be fine.
“It would be better to head to Runbergzach than the rendezvous point.”
“Wouldn’t it be better to head to Runbergzach after we rendezvous? Being picked off one by one is painful.”
“Priscilla will be fine. More importantly, if Wendy isn’t treated quickly, she’ll turn into an undead from suspended animation.”
Say that sooner! What was the point of putting her in suspended animation? Priscilla… I’m sure she’ll be okay.
A town without castle walls, Runbergzach. Similar to Shidenzach, a castle was built in a cave with a wide opening, after passing through the town.
The town was quiet, and most of the residents were likely holed up in the castle, preparing for a siege. Therefore, those who can use healing magic should be in the castle. Dwarf King Shidenzach, too, would have arrived earlier with the Magic Cannon shells.
“I am Mikael Sin, a Brigade Commander under Queen Anneliese Flüge. I’ve come as reinforcements. We have injured individuals, so please let us in.”
“Who the hell are you?”
By the third time I had to repeat this, I was almost reaching for my sword. In this world, or perhaps it’s just me, but listen to what people are saying!
“The gate… we should have just smashed it down.”
“Refrain from wasting Magic Power. The Demon Army is coming soon.”
“Then you need not worry. There is plenty of spare Commander’s blood here.”
Rufina lifted her robe, revealing many red vials attached to it. You don’t need to suck people’s blood.
“You have quite a lot of spares. Why are there vials especially attached around your chest?”
“…”
“…”
“Rossa! Kill the Commander!”
Was she concerned about that? While I prefer women with ample chests like Priscilla’s, a woman’s worth isn’t measured by her bust size.
“Long time no see, Mikael. We can fight again, can’t we?”
It hasn’t been a long time. I heard that greeting just about three hours ago. And we’re not fighting; if we were, I’d want to use Rossa as a test subject for a thesis on seduction.
“Long time no see, Rossa. Let’s help people instead of fighting. Find someone who can use healing magic. Wendy needs to be examined, and after that, the two of us…”
“W-What are you saying!? I’ll go find someone right away!”
I forgot to give advice to Rossa, who left like a gust of wind. “Make sure to gain some weight,” I wonder if she heard? Well, it’s fine. I’ll probably find Rossa and the Mage by heading in the direction of the commotion.
“What did you say to Rossa!?”
“Who knows…”
It’s a secret from Rufina. There’s no way I can tell her I asked for help with my thesis. Rossa only has a red dress, but she can freely manipulate dresses from elegant ones to tattered ones. And she can do it repeatedly, how economical.
We chased after the screams. Anyone would be surprised if Rossa appeared as an undead Queen skeleton version. I thought of a more efficient way, but armed Dwarves emerged from the other side, so it’s a happy accident. And the first matter, for the fourth time.
“We have injured individuals, so please guide us to someone who can use healing magic. Also, take me to your Lord.”
Only the ending changed, but Wendy and the injured were guided to a place where healing magic could be used. Rufina, the plumped-up Rossa, and I were taken to the Lord. For some reason, while spears were pointed at us.
“Has King Shidenzach arrived?”
Even when I brought up a hopeful topic, the Dwarves’ mouths remained tightly shut, showing their introverted side. Are they that afraid of Rossa? Do they think there will be many casualties if they fight the Undead Queen without magic? Right now, she’s a plump, red-dressed, glamorous beauty. Her eyes glow red, though.
No matter how many times I spoke to them, I received no reply, and eventually, we ran out of topics. Maybe I’m failing as a leader because I don’t have good communication skills. Even after finally getting inside the castle, Rufina lost her temper at the spears constantly pointed at us.
“How long are you going to keep pointing your spears at us? We’ve come to save Runbergzach from peril!”
“…”
Harsh words don’t work well. When you admonish someone, you have to speak in a way they’ll understand. Just being told off will only create resentment. Perhaps I should step in here.
“Rossa! Annihilate them all!”
People say today’s youth tend to snap, but Rufina’s way of snapping is extreme; young children shouldn’t imitate her. Speaking of which…
“■■■■, the great destruction…”
I hit her head with all my might and stopped the annihilation magic. Are you an idiot? Rossa? The Dwarves aren’t enemies.
“Be quiet! Sheathe your spears.”
From the front, a particularly large Dwarf for his kind, a furry figure in armor, walked towards us. He was about a head shorter than me, but his hairiness made me want to ask, “Is that beard a mop?”
“A body hair demon.”
You shouldn’t say such things, even to yourself. Am I on the same level as Rufina? It’s better that I only think it and don’t say it. The body hair demon, accompanied by three subordinates, approached us.
“I am Aristov Asum Asmus, a warrior of Runbergzach. I will guide you, so follow me.”
That Dwarf has a lot of “A”s and “S”s. Try saying it three times quickly; you’ll definitely make a mistake.
“Mikael, he’s difficult to pronounce his name.”
Rossa whispered softly in my ear. Am I on the same level as Rossa too? From now on, I’ll solemnly resolve to think once in my head before speaking.
We were guided to the Lord’s room. The castle’s interior lacked furnishings; it felt more like a fortress than a castle. Even the room was devoid of ostentation, surprisingly so for a Lord’s chamber.
“Eh!?”
“I am Lia Hanne Runbergzach, the Lord of Runbergzach.”
I had assumed the leader would be a Dwarf in a Dwarf’s autonomous territory. That was my shallow thinking. She looked like a human woman, taller than quarter-blood Orietta, with curves where they should be and a… nice waist.
“I-I am Mikael Sin, a Baron of the Ashtal Empire, under Queen Anneliese Flüge.”
Damn, she’s so beautiful I’m getting nervous. Different from Christine-san or Sophia-san, it’s like their beauty amplified. To think such a person would exist in a place like this.
“Why is the Ashtal Empire involved?”
When I introduce myself as an Ashtal noble, I always face suspicion. Is it strange for nobles to go to other countries? I consider myself a mercenary rather than a noble, but it’s easier to negotiate as a noble than a mercenary. …No one listens to me, do they?
“Although I am a noble of Ashtal, I serve as the Captain of the mercenary White Lily Corps. I am participating in this war as a mercenary.”
“Is that so? Thank you for your assistance. So, the Queen has sent reinforcements then.”
I’m mesmerized. Sometimes, I feel like I’m being watched over. This Lady Runbergzach is so beautiful, I wouldn’t be surprised if she were using Queen Anneliese’s “Charismatic Charm.”
I instinctively went into a defensive posture. I repeatedly activated Mind’s Eye and Wide-Area Mind’s Eye, regaining my composure to fight at maximum speed. I’m not bragging, but I’m weak against mental attacks. I can boast about my strength in physical sword fights, but I’m weak to beautiful women… I’m weak against mental attacks.
“Regarding future events… the Ashtal Empire is also on the move.”
I took a step closer to Lady Runbergzach, who was seated behind a large desk, and spoke. Whoa, what amazing cleavage.
