Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 121.2

“Who are you?”

“If someone asked you who the assassin was, would you tell them your name? Well, I would tell you, though. I am Gilgan, the Guildmaster of the South Frontier Branch. I know what you look like, and I know what you can do. You must be the Ash Crowned Princess.”

[Gilgan] [Race: Human Male] [Rank 5]

[Magic: 184/200] [Strength: 402/410

[Total Combat Value: 1344 (during physical strengthening 1712)]

A rough-looking man of about forty in appearance, he laughed like a beast as he bared his fangs.

The fact that this man, who calls himself Gilgan, came directly to me suggested that both the guild and the aristocrat who commissioned him were serious about killing the Crown Prince.

When the Crown Prince’s face turned pale upon hearing that the other party was the guild master, Gilgan grinned wickedly at him, and I approached him to “buy time”.

“Why did you think I was ‘That One’?”

Gilgan looked at me with a puzzled look on his face.

“Well, there aren’t that many girls as small as you who have that much fighting power, are there? The only reason I noticed you was because of the assassin’s guild, right? But more than that, I’ve heard a lot about you from a certain someone.”

Someone who knows me?

“He studied you cautiously. He studied your sorcery, your weapons, and his countermeasures. He had one arm that was made of prosthetic, but I could feel his love for you, rather than his resentment or vindictiveness.”

“…”

I see. I thought he was being very light-spoken, but I guess he was just trying to provide me with this information.

A prosthetic hand? In this world, if you had enough time and money, even a missing part could be regenerated. I could only think of one person involved in the assassin’s guild who would go to the trouble of replacing a lost arm with a prosthetic.

Grave. Finally, you finally showed yourself.

“To be honest, one of the reasons I took this job was because I wanted to fight you. He is in a nobleman’s home right now. He’s hunkering down and sharpening his fangs to kill you, the Ash Crowned Princess. If you can survive here, you should look for him.”

“…You’re not on his side, aren’t you?”

“I’m not his enemy, but I’m not his friend either. I’ve been with him for a while through a nobleman, so I’m no stranger to him, but that’s all. All I’m interested in is how much power you have that he’s so obsessed with you.”

I stood up gently, holding my side, and Gilgan glanced at Nero, while keeping his attention on me.

“That thing is a Coeurl…it’s even more of a monster than I’d heard from him. But, as a Rank 5, I can handle it with a few of my friends. We’ll destroy you and your friends here with our Southern Frontier Division.”

Gilgan held a machete in each hand and quietly narrowed his eyes.

“Come on, Ash Crowned Princess, let’s see what you’ve got that he’s so invested in you that he’s so non-involved that the Central Branch has turned down the nobleman’s request!”

Gilgan’s fighting style is that of a melee attacker like Feld and “the man”. In particular, his style of fighting with a one-handed sword in each hand reminds me of that man.

I couldn’t use [Iron Rose] for a while yet because I was forced to use it while drinking a magic recovery potion on the way to this point.

“What’s the matter, coward, ‘Ash Crowned Princess’? I’m not going to let you stall me any longer. No matter how incompetent the knights of the kingdom are, they can still hold that beast down long enough to kill you.”

“…What are you talking about?”

I removed my hand from the side where I had been slashed and wiped the blood from my cheek.

The blood on my cheek has already stopped. The wound itself was also stopped by Gelf’s inner armor in the side, so I just wanted time to recover from the unexpectedly large impact, until I could move properly by gathering light magic elements in my hands.

Gilgan seemed to think I was waiting for Nero’s assistance, but I would not “give” this to Nero.

Even if I couldn’t use [Iron Rose], even if my opponent was a skilled [Rank 5], I would not back down one step as long as we were on the same stage.

I put away my black dagger and knife, took out the [Blade Sickle Type] and [Heavy Type] pendulums from the [Shadow Storage] in both hands, and spun them around.

I think there was more than a difference in combat power between Gilgan, who was Rank 5, and me, who was Rank 4, in terms of ability and experience. However, I would show you my “fighting style” which exceeds the difference.

“You are my prey.”

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