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The way Dwayne, who had delivered the worst news, was acting was clearly strange.
“Liberta… the warriors of freedom… the ‘hero’s first battle’…” (Dwayne)
Without sparing a glance at me and Alfred, who were arguing back and forth about the broken magical ring, he muttered to himself.
“Tristan… is dead… we have to go together…” (Dwayne)
“What the hell are you saying?!” (Alfred)
Although we were hidden behind the rocks in the mountain pass, Alfred scolded Dwayne in a low voice to avoid being overheard by the enemy. But it seemed like that was the signal, as Dwayne suddenly dashed towards Paradise Cyans with single-minded determination.
“…Aaaaahhh!!!” (Dwayne)
His appearance was that of a berserker. The desperation could be felt even from his back. He swung his arms around wildly and ran towards the main gate of Cyans. His erratic movements made him look almost like a puppet being controlled.
“W-wait… don’t mess around!” (Alfred)
Alfred, bewildered by the confusion, rushed to stop Dwayne. I followed him right after.
“U-um, what should we do…?” (Servant)
The servants of the Stride Household, who had been waiting with Tristan, were also at a loss.
“J-just follow me!” (Jack)
I wasn’t sure if I was making the right decision, but I couldn’t exactly tell them to stay behind either. There was a chance that we might be heading straight into battle. And if Dwayne kept charging ahead in such a manner, there was no doubt the enemy soldiers would spot him. Bringing Dwayne along might have been a mistake…
“Dwayne, wait! The gate’s closed, so we can’t just go through the front!” (Jack)
As I said this, Dwayne, still running, thrust both hands forward and shouted.
“Wind Blast!!” (Dwayne)
Suddenly, a tremendous gust of wind shot from Dwayne’s hands, destroying the tightly shut gate. It didn’t look like the gate was particularly fragile, so the power of the wind blast must have been extraordinary.
“Dwayne…! Ugh, damn it.” (Alfred)
Alfred reflexively covered his face with his hand.
“Jack, can you do it?” (Alfred)
“We can’t waste any more time!” (Jack)
“Yeah… Alright, let’s go all in!” (Alfred)
With determination, Alfred followed Dwayne.
—
Inside the plaza in front of the Cyans entrance, Dwayne stopped and stood still in front of the enemy. Inside the gate, I could see about 30 members of the Dali Amor Guard waiting for us.
“So, they’re welcoming us?” (Alfred)
“Did they know we were coming?” (Jack)
“Tch—” (Alfred)
Alfred clicked his tongue.
“…Huff… huff…” (Dwayne)
It looked like Dwayne was glaring at the enemy soldiers, breathing heavily. I couldn’t see his eyes from behind but judging by the disturbed expressions of the enemy soldiers, it seemed like his eyes were wild, filled with madness. Then, Alfred approached and placed his hand on Dwayne’s shoulder.
“Dwayne, I’m not going to say anything else! I’m counting on your magic.” (Alfred)
There was no response from Dwayne.
“I’m not kidding! Let us through!” (Alfred)
Alfred said boldly.
“Refuse! The commander ordered that this place be defended to the death.” (Kreus)
The one who answered was Kreus Magrill. Compared to the other soldiers, his armor looked a little different. It was more decorated, indicating his role as a leader.
“Is the commander that Grace Grayson woman?” (Jack)
“I don’t have to answer that!” (Kreus)
“…Well, whatever. We’ve come to take back those kids. You’re hiding them here, aren’t you?” (Jack)
“The children are here because they want to be!” (Kreus)
Kreus Magrill spoke with a confident attitude. It was completely different from the sweet demeanor he had shown towards Jacqueline earlier.
“You’re brainwashing them with magic! Even their parents are worried about it! I’m taking them back, no matter what!” (Jack)
“Hmph, interesting. What can you five do against us?” (Kreus)
It was five of us, me, Alfred, Dwayne, and two servants of the Stride Household, against 30 enemy soldiers.
“Are you stupid? I don’t care who you are, don’t underestimate us!” (Alfred)
“We’d appreciate it if you didn’t underestimate us.” (Kreus)
The soldiers gripped their spears and swords. Alfred responded by gripping his large sword, the Volcanic Volga. I also drew the gladius Elizabeth had given me from my waist.
“Well then, let’s burn them all down!” (Alfred)
Flames wrapped around Alfred’s greatsword.
The battle was about to begin.
“Alright, let’s do this!!” (Alfred)
Alfred became like a snake made of fire. Every time he swung his sword, flames rose up, intimidating and cutting down the enemy soldiers. Alfred was targeting the leader, Kreus Magrill. But Kreus, being the leader, wasn’t going down so easily. He skillfully wielded his long spear to counter Alfred’s Volcanic Volga. Meanwhile, other soldiers rushed in to attack, and it seemed like Alfred was struggling to handle them alone.
“Kampf (Battle)… Anfung (begin)… Ich schieß (I unleash)… einen Windstoß (Whirlwind of Carving)…” (Dwayne)
Dwayne began chanting in an unfamiliar language.
He really looked like he was being controlled by something. But when it came to battle, he moved with sharp precision. He used both martial arts and magic, taking on five or six soldiers by himself. He blasted some soldiers away with wind magic, then bound one soldier in place with lightning magic and crushed his jaw with a palm strike or broke their joints by striking the gaps in their armor.
The two servants of the Stride Household continued to fight evenly with the soldiers.
“…This kid is also the enemy, right?” (??)
“According to the information, it’s one of the kids who infiltrated recently…” (??)
Before I knew it, three soldiers had surrounded me, and I was surrounded.
That made sense. I wasn’t here to give commentary. I was part of the fighting force.
“Can I cut them down?” (??)
“Go ahead. They’re the enemy.” (??)
This is one of the rare times when being a kid can be useful. It can make the enemy underestimate you.
“Hey, you guys are wide open…” (Jack)
The Thread Fist roared, and particles of light scattered.
“What—” (??)
The soldier in the middle was startled. The armor of the soldier to his right was crushed by my right arm, and he spat out blood. I quickly switched my grip on the gladius and slashed at the middle soldier, then the one to the left. Compared to my fight with Tristan, the soldiers’ sword skills seemed slow.
I slashed at their legs, arms, and stomach…
The sensation of cutting through human flesh was oddly muffled, like my mechanical arm was dulling it.
—
Being able to move freely with the Thread Fist was incredibly convenient. I could fly, which made for an acrobatic fighting style. From high above, I surveyed the battle, and in no time, there were only about three enemy soldiers left.
“Damn… I didn’t expect Liberta’s strength to be this much.” (??)
“Old man, you’re not bad yourself, but you haven’t trained your subordinates enough.” (Alfred)
“I’m not an old man!” (??)
Alfred remained calm. As expected of a seasoned adventurer. Ordinary city guards wouldn’t be able to match him.
“Well then, if you give up, I won’t take your life. But I will move forward.” (Alfred)
“What are you talking about? We haven’t given up yet.” (Kreus)
“Oh? A martyr, huh? You don’t decorate the flower yourself.” (Alfred)
Kreus readied his spear again and took something out from his pocket.
“Phew… we still have a plan.” (Kreus)
It was just a simple whistle. A high-pitched sound echoed throughout Paradise Cyans.
“Are you trying to increase the number of casualties?” (Alfred)
“I told you, don’t underestimate us. My role is ‘to delay’.” (Kreus)
It happened in an instant.
A loud noise rang out between Alfred and Kreus as a spear fell from the sky. It struck the ground with a loud sound.
It was surrounded by blinding lightning, making it hard to see clearly. Once the lightning subsided, a man stood proudly, alongside the spear.
“I am Giovanni Battista Vincenzoni, ranked 6th of the Melpeque Church Knight Order, has responded to the summons.” (Giovanni)
I couldn’t quite catch his name.
“Giovanni Battista-sama, I’m sorry. We couldn’t do anything…” (??)
“Hmph. This disaster, was it the work of that redhead?” (Giovanni)
A man named Giovanni Battista, who had appeared from nowhere, was dressed in fine attire. His long golden hair hung loosely, and his beard was neatly trimmed. He looked like someone of high status.
And did he say he was from the Church Knights? So, the involvement of the Church Knights was indeed the case.
“Well, looks like someone with real strength has shown up.” (Alfred)
Alfred seemed somewhat excited to face a strong opponent. But upon closer inspection, he was sweating slightly. His expression showed no ease.
“My name is Alfred. Former leader of the Chevalier de Liberta!” (Alfred)
“Oh? The leader of the Knights of Liberty. I know many knights from foreign orders, but I haven’t heard of you.” (Giovanni)
“Of course not. I’m just an adventurer.” (Alfred)
Alfred rested his Volcanic Volga on his shoulder and showed off his composure. But his facial expression was tense.
“An adventurer has some nerve.” (Giovanni)
“You may be from the Church Knights or whatever, but you shouldn’t be dabbling in evil ways.” (Alfred)
“Hmm, what are you talking about?” (Giovanni)
The two of them stared at each other without moving. They were likely sizing each other up.
“Whatever the case, it’s quickest to settle trouble with intimidation. Not just you, but everyone else as well. I’ll deal with you all at once.” (Giovanni )
“Hmm… you sure talk big. I’ve seen plenty of arrogant fools die in the streets.” (Alfred)
“I don’t care. Life or death, arrogance or disgrace, none of it matters.” (Giovanni)
“You’re acting all high and mighty…” (Alfred)
Alfred muttered insults and spat on the ground.
“Jack, Dwayne, I’ll handle this one! You guys go ahead!” (Alfred)
No matter how strong the enemy was, there was no opponent that could defeat Liberta. If Alfred said so, then we’d follow him. Our main goal wasn’t to fight. It was to rescue the children and the Goddess. And right now, it was to confirm Tristan’s safety.
“You won’t be allowed to pass. The contract is far stronger and more absolute than you roughnecks can imagine, and it must be strictly followed.” (Giovanni)
A sharp lightning bolt shot from Giovanni Battista’s spear, covering our vision entirely.
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