The Swordsman Called the Countless Swords Sorcerer

"I'm sorry, Sister. In the middle of this night."

"No. I'm escorting you, so let me do this."

A short distance from the camp was a walk by Salte and a mercenary leader.

"It helps, because you would normally have to go through the forest with the injured."

It was just before I was woken up and asked for help. He told me that one of the mercenaries was injured fighting a beast.

"I left the tent, attracting the beast so as not to get Sister-Chan involved. I was disqualified as an escort to be unable to move because my legs were injured."

To a man who looks depressed, Solte shakes his head to deny.

"That's not the case. You've always been a solid escort, and this time just happened to be bad luck. Fortunately I'm confident in the art of healing. I think we can do it before we can walk. ''

"Well, that's good. No, it really helps ..."

Sorte is anxious about the seemingly improbable word of the answering man, but shakes it consciously the next moment. Before departure, he felt scared and nervous about the words and attitudes of the mercenaries.

However, when you open the lid, the mercenaries earnestly take over the role of escort and have no trouble. The attitude is still frivolous, but that may be their stance. Looking back at the Salte, it reminds me of a story from senior sisters that it is inevitable for a young man to see such a woman when she sees a woman like her.

After all, I wonder if I was scared of my own prejudice. Throughout this journey, Salte came to think so.

Despite doubting the mercenaries, it was none other than Salte himself who mislead them. Even if you didn't say it, it would appear in your attitude, and it's easy to imagine that it would have hurt them.

It's a serious evil as a servant of the goddess. Sorte was ashamed of himself, trying to interact with them as much as possible along the way. Certainly, there is still a feeling of scariness in terms of emotions. But even the fear seemed to treat them unfairly, Salte felt his immature.

"But wasn't it better to have the Aldiss accompany you?"

The girl keeps saying. If you are silent, you still have the feeling that your fear of smoldering will grow deeper in your heart.

"It's okay. The guys are taking care of it. It's easier for the luggage holder to wait in a safe place."

The camp is home to Aldis and two mercenaries.

Men say that the more amateurs they protect, the greater the danger. Mercenary leaders say that leaving them in a safe place is easier to escort. Sorte thought that it would be better if everyone was in the same place rather than dispersing his strength, but he was also less reluctant to argue directly with what the war expert mercenaries say.

"Is that so……"

"It's not so far away. I should arrive soon."

As if proving the man's words, a figure began to appear beyond his sight. Two men standing in the dark. A lantern in his hand dimly illuminates the surrounding trees.

However--.

"why?"

After seeing it, Salte uttered a word of doubt.

"What happened? Sister?"

"No, shouldn't my leg be injured ...?"

One of them has been hurt in a fight with the beast. It is difficult to return to the camping tent due to the depth of the wound, so there is a sorte to treat the injured. That should have been the story.

He stops for a moment as if his perception was wrong. The two mercenaries in front of them both stood calmly on their feet. As they came along side by side, Salte felt that the anxiety he had forcibly squeezed was about to begin to overflow again.

"Oh, um ... what does this mean?"

The darkness makes it hard to see, but there is no sign of injury to the two steps approaching from the front. The leader of the mercenary who accompanies the girl laughing at the back as she asks a quivering girl.

"Cock, click. It's a peaceful lady. Do you know anything or anything?"

In the eyes of Solte, who turned around, the man turned away with a disgusting smile. It was more appropriate to call it a beast than a human, whose eyes licked the girl's body from bottom to top.

"Well, at first I thought I was a little alarmed, so I thought it would be troublesome, but just working a bit seriously and trusting me this way. so"

Add an exaggerated gesture with a choppy tone.

"what do you mean?"

Once again, the girl asked her question. Of course Salte is also fifteen years old. I know the current state is bad. But the sentiment of not wanting to admit reality was the desire to be wrong.

"Hmm? I don't know yet? Well, it's a pity to die without knowing anything, but I'll tell you--"

The word "die" causes Salte to jump over her shoulder.

"-In short, there are those guys who want to spend a lot of money on Sister."

"..."

Seeing the lost Salte, the man continues happily.

"I don't have to worry so much, I won't kill you right away. I'll keep it alive at least until we're all bored."

"... from the beginning, ... intention?"

Mercenaries laughing and answering “naturally” to the words that the girl barely squeezed.

When Sorte heard it, she felt like she was completely black. The fear I felt was not misunderstood.

The result of pushing his senses by doctrine was the current situation. Sorte regrets his judgment as to how stupid he is. The plight I respected the teaching of the Church that I should treat all with charity, and it was myself that no one else pushed.

"Hey, let's get started quickly, because the rest of the food can only be played for about seven days."

Urge as if one of the mercenaries was lost. Triggered by the words, Salte quickly turned and fled.

"Oops, I don't want to be escaped by the protagonist."

The leader can hold the arm firmly.

"No! Please release!"

"Don't be so excited. Let's have fun with us for a while."

"I don't like it!

Sorte desperately tries to shake his hands, but the difference in power is obvious. No matter how talented a young girl, it is impossible for a young girl to escape the restraint of a mercenary who is training to fight the beast.

"Someone help!-Aldis!"

"Haha, if you have that luggage, you're probably going to that world asleep now."

"Now ...!"

"Let's think again. Nobody will come here anyway."

One of the mercenaries disarms Salte. The bottom two are just laughing at them.

"No! Stop it!"

"Make it quiet! I'll make you feel good right away!"

Desperate desperate resistance, when a man's hand was put on the monk, a cold voice arrived out of nowhere.

Obstacle: "Well done. I don't have any interests in breeding of other races, but I've heard it."

A voice that sounds like a boy and feminine. Words that seemed a little understated made me feel young. Mercenaries prepare for the suddenly heard voice.

"Did you say anything?"

The leader's man who had laid the salt asked his fellow mercenaries. However, those who are asked may not remember. She was shaking her head with embarrassment.

A mercenary looks spooky around. The lantern, the only light source under the trees, out of the stars, made the surrounding darkness even more pronounced.

At that time, the wind blew. The wind sewn between the leaping trees hits one of the mercenaries who was gazing at it.

"Gua!"

The next moment, Salte saw a bloodless body without a neck. He was a human until a moment ago, and was slowly falling to the ground, losing his head and squirting blood from his neck.

"Enemy !? Monster !?"

He releases his hands pressing the salt against the ground, and the mercenary leader pulls his sword out of his waist.

"Be careful! Be fast!"

"Higi!"

The leader warns, and another mercenary dyes his flank with blood without being given time to unplug his weapon.

"From where ...!"

The line of sight of the unspeakable leader was pointed at the fact that he was eating on the side of his companion.

A little over a meter long. Flexible and well-balanced limbs. The long head had charming triangular ears, but the sharpness of the fangs pierced into the flesh by piercing the armor lightly tells us that it is a dangerous carnivore. The whole body, including its large and thick tail, which was disproportionate to the size of the golden body, was wrapped in a glowing color under the light of a lantern.

"Hey, help me ..."

Blood overflows from the mouth of the mercenary who was eaten on the side.

"Shit! Girl!"

A mercenary leader swings his sword at his golden body, trying to pull away the demon. Rather than avoiding it, the demon lifts the mercenary body it holds and pushes it into the sword's orbit. The leader's swinging sword was sucked into fellow mercenaries, making a dull noise and his feet leaving one body.

"It's a shield !?"

A man gazing at the way of fighting like an intelligent human.

Two mercenaries who died out of sight were looking ahead. The figure of the demon, who had seen this with a cold eye until a moment ago, was suddenly erased.

"Where, where !?"

The eyes of a disturbed man wander around. The humorous sword swinging like a frightened sword would have seemed to have to know the situation.

But no one laughs at it. The only blinks are the mercenaries acting as clowns, the terrifying monsters who have fastened the two mercenaries, and the girl who has forgotten me in a rapidly changing situation.

Such a situation does not last long. Eventually the end will come.

Sorte looked. The body of a man who had laid himself up until now was divided into two parts at the abdomen. The golden monster that made it quietly staring at Sorte with sad eyes.