Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 122.2
“Fight properly, Ash Crowned Princess!”
You little… what are you talking about now, when did your men try to surround me?
This was the other reason. I had survived many Rank 5 battles with my solid dagger and knife, but that was only due to luck in extreme circumstances.
It took determination for me, a Rank 4, to receive a Rank 5 attack. Normally, it was not a good idea for me to accept the attack easily, as I did not know what kind of pattern the attack created.
There was a reason why I hid my main weapons. And if push comes to shove, I would take them out. To others, it would be a naive move, but that would also lead to them being careless. Therefore, I “prepared” to avoid all of Gilgan’s attacks while concentrating only on the attack.
The young assassin screamed as I killed the besiegers one after another while dodging Gilgan’s pursuit.
The man’s frightened brown eyes reflected my expressionless face, stained with blood from my enemies.
Be timid but not frightened. Back away, but never run away. Have fear in Fear my heart but not to a point that it would hinder me.
The spinning [Heavy Type] hit the head of the man who had stopped moving out of fear and snatched his consciousness for a moment, and at that moment I kicked him in the face with my knee so that I could jump through, and I wrapped my legs around his head then snapped his neck.
“Don’t go into battle without being prepared to kill or die.”
“That’s the princess’s personal guard…?”
While taking the enemy’s weapon and holding it at the ready, Rockwell could not move an inch, let alone enter the battle.
His father was the commander-in-chief of the country’s knights, a frontier count, and Rockwell, who was expected to succeed him in a decade or so, and had been trained to be the best knight in the best environment in the country.
Although once defeated by differences in power, the former Principality of Dandol was a land of warriors, and the blood of its noble family, the Dandol Family had pushed Rockwell to the top despite his age in terms of ability. It was even said that his talent could reach Rank 3 by the time he graduated from the school, and he was confident that he could defeat even a Royal Guard if he was holding a sword.
He would be the best knight in the country. And for the boy, the best knight was also the strongest knight. However, as he grew up, he realized that the person who would be the leader of all the knights in this country was required to have political power and leadership ability, not only individual military prowess.
He wished to be strong. But that was not enough to do it, his grown-up self admonished his childish self.
However, the battle of the peach-haired girl who killed her enemies as if dancing in front of him was of a different dimension. It destroyed Rockwell’s sense of values.
To be honest, he was terrified of the girl who was killing people without expressing emotion. His legs trembled and wouldn’t move, and his hand wouldn’t leave the handle he held.
But at the same time, Rockwell could not look away from the girl’s figure, and the desire to be strong that he had kept bottled up inside made his hand gripping the hilt put an unusual amount of strength into it.
Mikhail gazed at the girl, who was stained with blood, with a sorrowful gaze, unlike his friend, who looked at him with a somewhat impatient gaze.
Crown Prince Ervan, who was protected a few steps back from them, looked at the girl the same way they did, but his complexion was pale.
A few years ago, he met the adventurer girl at Royal Capital, when they went on a secret excursion. When he first met her, she had had a naive admiration for a girl who was an adventurer at such a young age, and he even felt more than an interest in the loveliness that she showed unexpectedly. But…
“How could she kill someone so easily…?”
Ervan heard stories from his mother, a former baroness turned queen, about her time as a baroness, when she had freedom while enduring the tyranny of the higher nobility, and he wished he could live like that too. She wanted to go out on the town as a secret, and the girl she met there was a symbol of freedom for Ervan, who was troubled by the responsibilities and pressures of her life.
However, when she became the escort maid for her younger sister, the princess, she was a far cry from that impression. “Is this what it was like to serve royalty?” Ervan gazed at her in despair, wondering if such a bloody path was the world in which royalty walked.
A small, warm hand gently wrapped around Ervan’s trembling hand.
“It’s okay, El-sama, this world is not full of such scary things. This world is full of beautiful things. If you don’t want to see scary things, look at me now. I’ll be smiling all the time.”
As Alicia smiled at him, and Ervan, who had been mentally cornered, finally found a way out, he smiled with a twitch of a smile and gently squeezed the girl’s hand back.
The girl…Alicia, who had forgotten her real name, looked at Ervan and wondered where the bear had gone and why it had been replaced by a “big cat” when this event was supposed to be attacked by a “bear” monster.
At that time, Nero, a Phantom Beast Coeurl who was thought to be a big cat, was playing with several human knights.
He knew that some humans were exceptionally strong, like Aria and the human who had caught him in a trap. Still, to Nero, humans were weak and there was almost no one who could defeat him on their own.
For Nero, Aria was the first “other” he was interested in. At first, she was by his side to hunt a common enemy, but Nero felt the “moon” illuminating the endless dark night in Aria, whose eyes always look to the sky while she lived in solitude just like him, and it made Nero want to follow her through life.
With her like that, it may lend a hand on a whim, as it did this time. People were weak. But Nero knew that in a group, they could be a threat.
Nero, who had been playing with the knights as a practice ground for this battle, suddenly jumped away from them and gave a warning roar to the forest behind the knights.
A few seconds later–
“What the heck is this?!”
“Ah, a, a bear, a bear came out! How did it get here?”
The knights hurriedly pointed their shields at the bear demon that appeared from the forest behind them.
The blue-shelled bear was an evolved demon from an animal whose skin had been hardened by the materials made from the crabs it fed on, and although it had a rank of 3, its hardness made it a powerful individual with a difficulty level of 4 in the Adventurers’ Guild.
Even so, it was no threat to Nero, a phantom beast. If that was the, what was Nero so alarmed of?
The blue-shelled bear had not come to attack the knights, but was burned in several places and had several lacerations on its body.
The blue-shelled bear was running away from “something. There was something chasing it down, something that could kill a blue-shelled bear.
At that moment, several huge pillars of fire erupted from the depths of the forest, striking the blue-shelled bear from behind and engulfing the two knights in flames.
While the blue-shelled bear and the knights were rolling around screaming in the fire, then a black-haired girl appeared from the depths of the forest as if darkness were seeping out of her, and she squinted with amusement at the black phantom beast that was watching her without paying any attention to those that was being burned.
“Well, there is a big furry kitty that looks like it could become a big fur coat.”
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