Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 122.1
Conspiracy of the Noble Faction (8)
[Gilgan][Race: Human Male][Rank 5]
[Magic: 184/200][Strength: 402/410]
[Total Combat Value: 1344 (with special physical enhancements: 1712)]
[Aria (Alicia)][Race: Human Female][Rank 4]
[Magic: 176/300][Strength: 212/250]
[Total Combat Power: 1152 (with special physical enhancements: 1440)]
There was a big gap between ranks of 5 and 4, but the combat power was not that different. However, I knew that the difference of combat power by one rank would have an impact on actual fighting ability. To overturn that difference, I had been searching for fighting techniques and sharpening my skills.
There were not that many opponents at Rank 3 who posed a threat to me, as I could overcome them with my talent alone. Those who would devour a higher-ranked opponent regardless of the difference in rank could be detected by a closer observation …like Carla.
However, unlike demons, who had no upper limit because of their race, humans needed to do “something” to become Rank 4 or higher.
Whether it was madness or obsession, by making a vow to oneself and cutting down on what was important to one as a human being, one could gain great power. That was why I was more wary of “humans” than demons, even if they were of the same rank.
“What are you doing?”
Gilgan gave me a quizzical look as I put away my knife and dagger and held up two pendulums.
“You want me to be serious, don’t you? It is your custom to check every single thing on the battlefield before a match, correct?”
“Haah, That’s not ne…”
The moment Gilgan was about to say something, I, with my physical reinforcement at full strength at the start of the attack, kicked the ground strong enough to shatter it and jumped, tearing the throat of one of the assassins who was trying to surround us with [Sickle Type] as if I were just passing him by.
Blood spurted out a moment later from the man who let out a strange voice, and I used the blood splatter as cover to throw [Heavy Type] into the air, swinging it down on the brain of the other assassin who was nearby.
I heard a sound like a hammer smashing a pumpkin. Before the man fell, I jumped forward using his face as a springboard, and while spinning in the air, I flipped my skirt and threw knives that I pulled from my thigh holster, and the two other assassins who were staring at me were stunned, so taking advantage of that moment, I pierced their eyeballs, which ended their lives.
Finally, Gilgan, who had intended to “duel” with me, became enraged and threw one of his machetes at me.
Unfortunately, I was neither knightly nor bold-minded enough to duel in a situation where I was surrounded by enemies. The reason was that even if he intended to duel, I would not know whether he intended to fight alone or not, including his men who were trying to surround me.
So, what to do? The answer was simple. Kill those who get in the way first.
The machete came spinning with a roar towards me, turning at a right angle, and I kicked it with the heel of my leather boots! Doing so made the machete fly at a different angle.
The boots I was wearing now were not the adventurer’s boots given to me by my master. They look unnatural when I wear them with my uniform, and others would be wary of me when I do so. That was why I usually wore the short ankle boots that the school had designated for me.
I asked Gelf for boots of the same shape made of special demon leather and with a blade in the heel, but it would take some time to complete them, so for now, I was using the ones with a plate of magic iron in the toe and the heel.
“You little brat!”
At last, one of the assassins, who had finally stepped onto the “stage”, from being a “spectator” who was watching the duel, pulled a dagger from his waist and brandished it towards me.
But that was a bad move. Even though it may look like I kicked the machete up and lost my stance, this was a battlefield where there were “enemies”. Even if the distance was wide open, they should not let their guard down, not even for a moment.
As the man tried to jump out of the way, a spinning [Heavy Type] smashed the side of his head, causing blood to spurt out of the man’s opposite ear.
I put away my primary weapons, my knife and dagger, for three reasons.
Normally, I only used my pendulum when I needed to use it, but this time, considering that I would be dealing with many enemies at the same time, I kept the string 2~3 meters long and always kept it at arm’s length and allowed the pendulum to circle around my area.
This would create a [death barrier] for the enemy within a 3-meter radius around me, combining both interception and attack.
“Stop that bastard!”
Gilgan shouted to his men to come after me. He was probably willing to take the Crown Prince as a hostage if the odds were against him, but following my initial impression, Gilgan was more interested in killing me, the [Ash Crowned Princess], a crushing guild destroyer of assassins.
Gilgan, who was about to approach, stopped and stomped his foot when he saw the third [Slash Type] circling in front of him at high speed.
This was the first reason. To handle up to four pendulums at the same time, I needed to keep both hands free to be able to alter the movements of the pendulums with my current skill set.
The assassins who had been ordered to “stop” me held up their weapons and blocked my way as I continued to move. At that moment, the [Sickle Type], which was circling the death barrier, ripped out the eyes of the men in the lead.
Using the screaming man as a shield, two more men close in on me. It sounded ruthless, but it was the necessary thing to do. Gilgan, despite his appearance, was able to lead his men well.
It was difficult to hit me with a projectile weapon as I was moving around. So, it was not wrong for them to challenge me in close combat. especially after I put away my weapon and switched to a different weapon.
But then the second reason finally came into play.
I caught the spear attack that was aimed at me which felt like it was going to cleave me in half, kicking it back to the user.
It was a weapon that could survive the attack of a Rank 5 demon and simply absorbed the impact of the attack. Even if it is still in its sheath, it will catch anything other than a killing blow.
I would attack with both hands and parry the movies with my legs. That was the second reason I put the weapon away, for me to move freely.
“Come on, fight me seriously!!!”
Still, perhaps because I stopped facing him briefly, Gilgan came at me, flicking his machete at me, and being wary of the thin-bladed [Slash Type] that could cut him in a high-speed strike.
I kicked the Spearman in the face after parrying the spear, but I felt a new person trying to fight me. Catching the spear, I felt another one coming at me from behind me, so I wrapped the [Heavy Type] I had swiveled around the guy’s neck and tightened it.
The attack from behind was blocked. But Gilgan was approaching me from the front.
I pulled hard on the string out, while snapping the neck of the man to death, at the same time, I even used a reaction to pull the string to get more distance to move away from Gilgan.
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