episode_0118

As the magic circle floating in the sky landed on the ground, the monsters screamed.

One by one, the monsters stopped moving and collapsed on the spot.

Everyone watched with bated breath at that scene.

The momentum that made them rush in and trample everyone was gone, and they fell down all at once.

“Wow! It’s so hard I’m dying.”

The saintess, who had used sacred magic, slumped down in her seat.

“Are you okay?”

“I feel like I’m dying to do this when I’m older.”

“From what you’re saying, it seems like you’re okay.”

“Silent guy…”

The saintess muttered softly.

“Still, the monsters stopped moving because of the magic you just used.”

“It’s not dead, it’s just that it was briefly knocked out, so you have to kill it quickly.”

“I’m weak now, so kill the monsters quickly.”

“The saint used sacred magic! Kill the monsters now!”

“Oh!”

“The saint is with you!”

The soldiers cheered all at once.

“Attack forward!”

“Wow!!!”

The soldiers charged at the monsters with bayonets leading the way.

“Stab! Just stab me!”

“Geueoeoeoog!!!”

The soldiers surrounded the monsters and stabbed them with bayonets.

The bloody sound of stabbing meat with a knife rang out from the back garden.

“Wow~ You all kill it well.”

Seeing that they made sure to confirm the kill made me feel proud even if I didn’t do anything.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“Yes?”

“You go and cut up the monster quickly.”

“Of course.”

I jumped off the railing.

“What!”

When I jumped, people looked at me in surprise.

After landing lightly, I walked towards the monsters at a brisk pace.

“It is dirty because of the blood of monsters. Even if you don’t come…”

“Get out of the way.”

“Billion!”

I pushed aside the soldier who was blocking my path and approached the biggest monster.

I was too lazy to control my strength, so I just pulled out the knife and cut off the monster’s head.

Wow!

The monster’s neck rolled around with the sound of splitting a watermelon.

“Wow…”

The soldiers were amazed at the sight of cutting through thick muscles and bones with a single knife.

“Next.”

He swung his sword again and cut off the head of the monster next to him.

The more I swung the sword, the faster it began to speed up.

“Okay, here we go.”

Laurent stopped me by putting his forearm between my armpits.

“Haa…haa…”

It seemed like I was moving violently as I unknowingly cut off the heads of the monsters.

“You shouldn’t overdo it.”

“Ah… That’s right, I said so.”

Laurent handed me a handkerchief.

“Now I will do it.”

“Okay, I understand.”

While I was cooling off my sweat, Laurent went out to cut up the monster.

Pass!

‘Can a sound like that be made while deploying an auror…?’

Laurent made a bloody Auror sound and walked towards the monsters.

Swish!

As Laurent roughly swung his sword, the monsters began to explode.

“Ugh?”

When the monsters died so absurdly, I ended up making strange noises without realizing it.

“Hey! The last one!”

Kwasik!

The soldiers cheered as they killed every last one cleanly.

“Wow! I killed all the monsters!”

“Long live the saints!”

“Long live Bastogne English food!”

“Long live His Majesty the King!!!”

The soldiers celebrated their victory by shouting ‘Hurrah’.

“I’m not a saint…”

I grunted with my lips sticking out.

Laurent came in front of me, shaking his hands.

“How do you feel?”

Laurent asked me, showing off his forearm muscles.

“Wow…”

“Why. Is it because you’re so incredibly strong?”

I nodded with my mouth wide open.

Laurent chuckled and caressed my cheek.

He wiped the monster’s blood off my cheek with the back of his hand and stroked my cheek like he was caressing a cat.

I looked at Laurent, leaving his face in his hands.

When he made eye contact with me, he seemed to be playful and brushed his thumb over my lips.

I opened my eyes and put his thumb in my mouth.

Laurent shrugged his shoulders, as if he didn’t know I would react this way.

I gently bit his thumb with my front teeth and moved my tongue.

“Hmm!”

Laurent cleared his throat and quickly took out his hand.

“I think the only one left now is the Duke of Orléans…”

Laurent wiped the blood off his knife and looked at the hill in the distance.

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Unlike the palace, which was cheerful and cheering, the atmosphere at the Duke of Orléans was somber that it was reminiscent of a funeral home.

“Ugh!”

The Duke of Orléans screamed, tearing out his head as all the monsters created from the souls of those who died in the Österburg War were slaughtered.

“You guys!”

The Duke of Orléans threw away his wand and became very angry.

“Where on earth did the real saint appear again? My monsters were neutralized because of that bitch!”

“I apologize!”

Several nobles knelt before the Duke of Orléans.

“These guys! You are of no help either in Österburg or now!”

Sreung!

The Duke of Orleans drew his sword.

An ominous aura crept up from the pitch-black blade.

“They seem like they are not worthy of being thrown away… When I heard that the saint was in Elance, I ordered them to find her…”

“I… Your Highness…!”

The nobles were in tears and begged for help.

“What on earth did you guys do until the saintess so boldly fired holy magic at you!”

“Your Majesty! We have committed a mortal sin! Please save me!”

“What?! Please save me? Eight!”

“Khak!”

The nobleman in front was killed by the Duke of Orléans’ sword.

“Hiik!”

When his colleague died, the nobleman next to him looked up at the Duke of Orléans in astonishment.

“These… idiots…”

The Duke of Orléans put the tip of his sword into the chest of a nobleman.

“Not only the saint, but also those who received her blessings. What should I do with this?”

“Electrical charge… That is…”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

“I… Your Highness… Your Highness! Ugh!!!”

Phew!

The sharp tip of the sword pierced the nobleman’s chest and exited through his back.

Sigh!

“Ugh!”

As the sword was pulled out, the nobleman fell down, coughing up blood.

“Do you know how?!”

“Please save me, Your Majesty! Please save your life…!”

Sigh!

“Quaaaagh!”

‘If this continues, the entire noble faction will collapse!’

Count Lachefort, feeling a sense of crisis, stopped the Duke of Orléans.

“Your Majesty!”

“Let go, Rashefort! We have to kill those guys!”

“What are you doing? Hurry and bite those guys!”

“Yes!”

The soldiers retreated, taking the remaining nobles with them.

“The occupation of Paris was just around the corner! If only King XIV of Anjou is killed, I can take the throne and recreate the glory of the Mangrove dynasty a thousand years ago!”

The Duke of Orléans, unable to resist his anger, began to destroy all the furniture around him.

Wow!

Everything they saw, from precious gilt-bronze candlesticks to wooden tables made by craftsmen, were struck with their fists and kicked.

“Ugh! Ouch!”

He was tearing his head out and screaming.

“What are you all staring at? Come up with a solution quickly!”

The nobles flinched at Count Lachefort’s shouting.

“This won’t work… Everyone prepare for battle.”

“Your charge?”

“Lachefort! Hurry and prepare for battle!”

“Yes! Your Majesty!”

“I will go there myself and kill my nephew!”

Behind him, who was smiling evilly, soldiers with ominous auras were flashing their eyes.

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“The Duke of Orléans is on the move!”

The soldier on top of the watchtower shouted downwards.

“Uncle with a heavy butt is finally moving.”

King Anjou XIV clenched his fists.

“You can win…?”

“Why are you so worried?”

“Lady Rohan, how can I not be worried when my uncle has strange powers and is trying to kill me.”

“Didn’t you kill all the monsters too? Now it is a fight between people.”

“That is the most terrible law…”

King Anjou XIV closed his eyes, as if he was reminiscing about the past.

“That’s right…”

Humans were more difficult to fight than monsters that recklessly rushed in and showed off their strength.

And it’s even more tricky because we know very well how each other will die.

bang!

A gunshot was heard from afar.

“Start shelling again!”

“Damage everyone!”

Shells fired from the hill flew into Huwon.

bang! Quang! Kwa Gwa Gwa River!

They fired their guns ignorantly, as if they were planning to pour out all of their remaining weapons and attack.

“Wow!!!”

“Enemies are coming!”

“This is crazy?! You’re charging when the artillery is flying?!”

As one soldier said, the Duke of Orléans’ soldiers rushed forward regardless of whether shells were fired at them or not.

“Don’t panic! Shoot!”

bang! Taang! Ride!

He fired his gun at the soldiers of the Duke of Orléans who were running towards him despite the shells.

puck! Burbubbuk! Kang!

Countless bullets flew at the soldiers.

“The fuck is he still alive?!”

The Duke of Orléans’ soldiers continued to rush toward us even after being shot at.

“What is that! Why is it still moving even after being shot… Wow!”

One soldier died after being pierced by a javelin.

“Ugh! Ouch!”

The Duke of Orléans’ soldiers, who had already come a short distance away, began to engage in a melee, mixing with their allies.

“Is it possible to get shot and not die?!”

I opened my eyes wide and asked the saint.

“Looks like undead…”

The saint frowned and glared at the Duke of Orléans’ soldiers.

“Undead, do you mean they can’t die?”

“You have to do one of two things: kill it with divine power, or grind it to a pulp so that it can’t move.”

Thump thump thump thump!

At that time, someone came up to the terrace in a hurry.

“Your Majesty! You must evacuate!”