Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 186.3

Doehill, a warrior of Rank 5, the chief of the Great Demon Clan, was a powerful warrior with not only the ability to continue fighting for a long time due to his magic power value, but also with a status that probably rivaled that of even monsters of the same rank.

When he called out to me, killing intent overflowed from those surrounding him, and Doehill, who waved one hand to stop it, smirked without even drawing the huge sword on his back.

“Let’s have a hand-to-hand combat, little girl, and if you can defeat our warriors, I am expecting a promising fight.”

“Are these men your men?”

From Doehill’s comment, I assumed that the fallen warriors in the aisle that I’ve fought were part of his men, but the corners of his mouth slightly lifted in a disappointed frown.

“Chao was a good warrior indeed, but he was too focused on status and not ambitious enough to be an accomplished warrior these days. Well, he was useful in the end, so that’s good.”

“I see.”

I guess this guy was the “fishing bait” for Doehill to find me.

“I pity you, too. You’d be better off with a decent employer, you know?”

“I see no reason for me to change sides now.”

“Is it because you have human blood in your veins? We, the Great Demon Clan, are also tolerant towards the strong.”

“I have no use for a man who only sees strength.”

My words caused a deadly atmosphere around us to swell up again, and this time, without stopping it, Doehill looked as if he had found something amusing.

“Let me see if His Highness is worth serving, prove it with your strength.”

“Try me.”

At the moment the question and answer, which I couldn’t tell if he was serious or joking, came to an end, Doehill drew his great sword so fast that it blurred his hand, and in an instant, he jumped in and brandished his sword. As I jumped to avoid him, the distorted great sword that he drew cut through the solid walls of the dungeon.

“A magic sword?”

“Indeed!”

Unlike Camille’s dagger, which reinforced his strength, Doehill’s great sword felt like a real Magic Sword used by a warrior. I couldn’t engage in a direct clash with such a thing. As I tried to move back further to keep my distance, one of the warriors who had been watching from the sidelines attacked me.

The curved sword wielded by the warrior clashed with my black dagger, sending sparks flying. The warrior, jumping over me due to our size difference, released a follow-up kick, and I matched it, using the kick I received with my heel as a springboard, and was about to release my pendulum while jumping over when Doehill, who had caught up with me, swung his sword down.

“I won’t let you get away!!!!”

“Kuh!”

I ducked, dodging the attack while feeling the wind pressure cut a few strands of my hair, and then the sword, losing its target shattered the floor of the dungeon. I rolled to the side to avoid it, but the warrior from earlier returned to his original position.

…I see. They sealed off my fighting style in order to do what they call [a warrior’s battle].

“…phew.”

I exhaled as if to cool the heat that had built up, and gently readied my knife, but Doehill stopped his pursuit and slightly raised one eyebrow.

Doehill was strong. But he was not invincible.

Combat power was just a guideline, not an absolute. No matter how high the endurance value is, it did not make his skin as hard as steel, and no matter how high his vitality value was, a stab in the heart would still kill him.

If a warrior’s strength was all he cared about, I would fight him with the strength to live.

“…Interesting.”

Doehill muttered slightly and held his greatsword in an overhead stance. It was a deadly stance that brought out the magnitude and weight of a greatsword to its fullest.

However, on the other hand, if he lost his control on it, there would be a fatal gap, a life or death blow.

A sense of tension filled the place, and even the sound of a fallen needle echoed in the silence, a sign that even warriors with a long history of warfare were gasping for breath.

“”…””

As if biting the floor with our toes, we gradually closed the distance, and just when we were about to enter the range of the great sword, suddenly, a strange magic power, like a polarized color, blasted through the place.

“I can’t believe you guys are enjoying yourselves in a place like this… let me join as well.”

A beautiful Dark Elf woman in a gorgeous costume suddenly appeared with several warriors in tow, smiling bewitchingly as she licked her bright red lips.

One of the Demon Clan Chief, Charlemagne…!

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