Episode 120 – Situation outside (Iri’s point of view)

“That mage did quite a nuisance.”

It was the first time. what the hell is that monster? I am the one who has fought against the resurrected demon dragon and the king of demons. Demon dragons and demon kings are formidable monsters, but the elf in front of me was on a different level. I knew at least that elves basically had a lot of experience in swordsmanship and magic because they lived for a long time. However, the level of skill was different. It wasn’t because he was an elf or because he was a genius.

I don’t know if it was me in the past, but it was a bit too much for me to fight the spirit king without magic.

“…But it’s foolish to set up those who are still this immature as sentinels. Those who can see the flecks of talent… and those who seem to have lost their power and are not familiar with the power of funds.”

Glaceon, with blood in her mouth, spoke.

“Who the hell are you? Why is a person with such skills working with the Black Round Table?”

Then the black-haired elf answered.

“I’m the one who took Lancelot’s place at the Black Round Table. I only had interests, but I’ve never had an ideology with those scumbags.”

The elf who introduced himself as Lancelot consistently overwhelms us with only the scabbard, not even a sword. When I took advantage of the opportunity and used high-level spirits to cast high-powered magic, he also threw magic that could offset the magic accordingly.

Both swords and magic were top-notch skills.

“Didn’t you ever agree with your thoughts? Don’t be a jerk, you rotten goblin.”

I hated these babies so much.

“What do you do if you don’t intend to do that? I’ve heard enough of what you guys did. There are people who died because of you… You crazy bastard who says your thoughts are all or nothing.”

When I see these bastards, I felt dirty because I felt like I was seeing the old me. It was like me who had just lost my teacher and wept.

It was like me denying the reality every day, saying that I had no intention of doing so, that I had never wished for Master to die, and that I would have listened to Master if I had known that. But that didn’t change the reality.

I was fooled by an idiot who believed that I was a friend and led Master to death. Even jokingly, I said to Master that I wish I could die. Every day, it only rotted Master’s stomach and brought only stress. That was the fucking truth.

That’s why I couldn’t stand it because it was disgusting to see bastards who said that their thoughts were different and that they were as different as they were. Although it is a feeling close to severe self-loathing, like vomiting while looking in the mirror.

“Certainly, my actions would have changed into the cause of death for many people. But… does that change anything?”

“What?”

“People who died because of me… Soldiers, mercenaries, children in the slums, and at most parents who lost their children and committed suicide? Soldiers and mercenaries are people who make money with their lives as collateral. I think it’s strange to have .”

“Don’t talk nonsense… then the children who died because of you and the parents who committed suicide after losing their children!”

“Do you really think it was us who killed those children? Aristocrats who would provide such facilities for a few pennies? Those who would listen to the cries of abducted children but remain silent? What about the parents willing to sell their children? is rotten and I just used it.”

“Don’t talk sophistry, bastard. You’re the most rotten among them.”

It was as if the world was wrong, and the voice that said he hadn’t done anything wrong made his voice warm. It was as if he was going to throw up because he remembered the bitch who killed Master.

“… Hmm, that’s the theory. It looks like you’ve been taught by a good teacher. If that’s the case, then I’ll have to deal with it with all my heart.”

Lancelot drew his sword from its scabbard. They overwhelm us with only the scabbard, but it was obvious what the outcome would be if they came out with such sincerity.

“Glaceon… I don’t really like it, but I think we’ll have to fight together this time. Doing a fucking ‘co-op’ thing.”

“Yes, I agree. In order to destroy a greater evil, we must learn to tolerate small evils.”

Did that bitch call me evil just now? A bitch like a mass of evil who loses is real.

“Fire Dragon’s Fang—-“

I have prepared the most powerful magic that I can use right now.

“Demonic sword… I offer a sacrifice here.”

Glaceon also fed blood by holding the blade of the demonic sword passed down from generation to generation with her bare hands. Using a magic sword that is said to become stronger by absorbing the blood of enemies or the blood of her master scattered around her, she always fed her own blood when a crisis situation came. It must mean that Glaceon will do everything in her own way.

“Pierce the evil ones and burn them to death.”

The spears of blue flame I made and the red slashes fired by Glaceon flew toward Lancelot. It is impossible to avoid. However, if the spear of flame was blocked, the slash made with the vampire’s blood would melt Lancelot’s body. Even so, if I block the slash, the spears of blue flame I shot will turn him into ashes.

It was an attack that we did our best, so it would be worthwhile to take one of those dwarves’ lives.

“… I’m sorry, but I can’t die yet.”

And what came along with those words was the hideous blackness cutting through the wind. It was different from the blackness of Glaceon and Camellia, which cut through the wind and made you feel refreshed. It was an unpleasant sound that made my heart thump and a feeling of displeasure and frustration welling up.

And that nasty sword strike came out with just one blow and blew away Glaceon’s attack.

“————Until we ask the being who reigns above us what we want to ask.”

“Then ask me, so I can ask you instead. And when you hear the answer, just throw it away. Oh, but don’t expect a proper answer.”

If it is a being that reigns over our heads, it must mean the little god.

“I’m not in the mood to joke on the subject.”

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No, I could really ask a question. Even now, he is on a branch, observing our fight with interest. To be precise, it was close to laughing while mocking Lancelot.

Even if I asked a question, there’s no way that filthy little boy would give me a proper answer.

“Looking at it, it seems that the blow you just fired is the best for you.

“Stand there! Someone’s sending it now…!”

Damn the mana was almost hitting the floor. Seeing that Glaceon was also breathing heavily, it seemed that she had used quite a bit of blood.

“Today, I’m not here to kill you. Therefore, there is no need to shed useless blood.”

He could kill this side at any time, but he said he wouldn’t because there was no need for it. To treat others like pigs in a slaughterhouse… Really, if I had the original strength, I would have been able to fight with a whistle. If that damn kid hadn’t sealed my powers, I wouldn’t have suffered this humiliation.

“Let’s go to Galahad.”

“Yes Sir Lancelot.”

Then, a masked woman with long black hair appeared from a corner and grabbed Lancelot’s hand.

“you…”

I could tell just by its color. That disgusting bitch who approached me pretending to be pitiful, pretending to be a friend. A bitch who cooperated with the demons and helped kill Master.

“Kirilla…”

Then she threw off the disgusting mask. Eyes and hair similar to Camellia’s, but disparately different… An appearance that feels lustful like a succubus. Kirilla, that bitch was right.

“You know my real name… It’s a little interesting. Well, even so, I’ll have to step down today.”

“Stand there, bitch! Were you scared!”

“Your mouth is rough hahahaha… I’m not afraid of you… Really scary wizards are coming.”

Before I could grab her hair, she grabbed Lancelot’s hand and disappeared into the space of darkness Lancelot had created by cutting through the air. Damn, this time I decided to cut my own feet with my own hands…

Then, along with the sound of urgent footsteps, I heard a voice that calmed my excited heart.

“Iri!!!!”

He was a master. And beside him was Lorsha. Judging by their appearance, it seemed that both of them had signed a contract with the King of Spirits. Well, Armadura was the honest type, so there was nothing strange about liking someone like Master, and Ballena originally protected the McKellen family, so it was a natural result.

However, the contract between the two only amplified the misery for me, who had just been defeated because there was no contract with the King of Spirits. Damn you little bitch.

“Iri, my pupil, why are you crying all of a sudden?”

I was so miserable that my contract with the King of Spirits was just broken.

Master helped me, who was injured, and began to look at Glaceon’s wounds as well.

“It’s fortunate that you didn’t seem to be seriously hurt. But would it be okay if I asked how you got hurt like this?”

“Yes, I’m sorry for worrying you. After encountering a person named Lancelot who came out here, I entered into battle… but unfortunately I allowed him to escape.”

It’s a pity that it didn’t even give me a single damn damage, and I missed running away after getting hit with a sword sheath. I guess I couldn’t tell the truth because I was proud of myself.

“By the way, Airi… Didn’t you see the blonde, skinny guy who ran this way? He was a kid using the name Gawain.”