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=======[Damian]=======

The great sword cuts deeply, tearing flesh and breaking bones.

The enemy’s upper body is cut diagonally, and blood gushes from the cut surface.

Damien exhaled as his upper body fell to the side, kicking the twitching corpse.

There were about a dozen corpses scattered around.

Dirty vagrants dressed in rags.

They were no different from madmen.

The rioters laughed maniacally and stabbed their swords at the people who were screaming and running away from the disaster that came from nowhere.

Neither the purpose nor the identity was known.

Damian’s mission was to travel around the city and subdue them.

For the students in the Faculty of Magic, the main task was to put out that fire somehow.

At the same time, the surviving citizens had to be evacuated and the wounded had to be sent to the academy.

Even five hands would not have been enough, but since the knights had gone to the imperial palace, there was nothing they could do. The students had no choice but to do something together.

Therefore, everyone was scattered throughout the island.

At least I heard that the soldiers in the capital are supporting firefighting and evacuation operations…

Damian looked around.

Corpses wearing light armor were lying everywhere.

The soldiers deployed here had already been massacred by the rioters.

okay. There’s no way the soldiers could defeat this mob.

The rioters I faced in person were quick in their movements and quite strong in strength.

It was at a similar level to my classmates at the academy.

In other words, they are all semi-knight level.

The Academy’s judgment was rash.

I thought it was a simple riot suppression, but if each one was like this, it would be too much for other students.

Still, it was a bit surprising that that number of soldiers died so helplessly.

‘Besides, it’s a bit tougher than I thought…’

The feeling of the great sword digging in was strange.

The sensation of cutting someone was similar to cutting butter with a knife, but they were like pieces of undercooked meat.

‘Is it because the weapon has changed?’

Damian looked down at the great sword with strange eyes.

In the afternoon, it was a black iron greatsword that Hashal gave as a gift.

I don’t know if they were trying to be fancy, but the silver that had been plated had peeled off here and there and was speckled.

“Damian! Are you okay?”

Millia ran towards Damian. There was soot on his cheeks, and he was holding a bow in his left hand.

To prepare for an emergency, freshmen were ordered to gather in groups of at least two people.

Millia chose Damian without hesitation.

Considering the fact that the two people’s skills were at the top level among freshmen, it would have been inefficient for them to act together…

Because Hashal told me to stick around as much as possible.

He said that the two of them would continue to go together even after graduation anyway.

So, we pushed ahead with the logic that it would be a good thing that we could allocate additional people to other groups.

“This is all sorted out. How about Milia?”

“First of all, I defeated three people…but something is strange.”

Was the expression “killed” deliberately avoided?

Damian looked at Millia again. My pale fingertips were trembling slightly.

Actually, was this Milia’s first time killing someone?

‘But is this really a person? For a person, it’s a bit…’

No, it is too early to make any hasty conclusions. Because there are people like Hashal.

Even among the same person, there must be cases where the body is strangely strong.

…For all that, Millia also tilted her head as if she felt something strange.

“Is that strange?”

“Everyone was crazy. Even though his body was being cut up by the soldiers’ weapons, he ignored it and ran towards him…and even then, he didn’t die easily.”

Sure enough, it was.

Damian recalled the battle a moment ago.

‘Instead, he pressed his body against the great sword… and attacked recklessly.’

But then I died right away and it was gone.

“…It was like a troll. My arrow worked just fine, but.”

“Troll…?”

The contents of the lectures he heard before flashed through Damian’s mind.

Fierce and not afraid of the sword.

A strangely tough body.

Several soldiers attacked and were unable to kill even a single insurgent.

…There was only one answer.

A person with regenerative abilities.

‘no way…’

Damian approached the mobster’s corpse and tore his head.

I don’t have the ears I should have.

Instead, there were traces of something being cut on both sides of the top of the head.

“As expected…!”

“Damian?”

Millia called his name in confusion.

“These rioters are not people, they are beasts!”

“A prisoner? What is that…”

“If the blood is light, it is difficult to distinguish it from a human, so I cut off its ears and pretended to be a human!”

Because of this, the soldiers were bound to be massacred.

Since they thought the enemy was a person, they probably attacked with a steel weapon.

Then, he lost his life after being pushed by a prisoner who was attacking him with a sword.

You cannot fight a beastman without preparing even a silver-plated weapon.

A silver-plated weapon.

Damian looked down at his weapon again.

Above the heavy black luster unique to black iron, the silver plating that had begun to peel off was shining in the light of the greatsword.

It was a sword that Hashall had forcefully given to me, thinking it was a gift.

‘She knew…? How on earth.”

Doubts linger in my mind.

It was clear that Hashalr knew that the beastmen would attack.

Otherwise, there would have been no reason to suddenly prepare a silver weapon at such perfect timing.

But by what means?

How did she know in advance something that even the knights of the Empire could not have predicted?

No, if you knew, why didn’t you tell me?

I couldn’t figure it out. There were only questions and doubts.

“A real prisoner…? Oh, wait! A prisoner. Then, other kids are in danger!”

Millia’s complexion turned pale.

Damian nodded.

okay. Even if your skills are similar, you cannot win if your enemy is a beast.

Even if they cut each other down, only they will fall.

Besides, Milia hasn’t noticed yet, but that’s not the only problem.

These are simple bottom-line mobsters. In other words, they are no different from conscripts.

They were just wreaking havoc as they pleased, and they did not appear to have planned such a systematic attack.

There will be a commander. The leaders who incited the mob and led the raid.

What if the identity of the rioters is mixed-race prisoners?

What is the identity of the leaders who command them?

“Hmm…let’s start with two…”

A growling sound rang out from behind me.

Millia hurriedly aimed her bow.

Damian, who had put down the corpse of the rioter, got up and turned around, grabbing his great sword.

Two shadows were approaching this way with their backs to the flames.

A giant with a wolf’s head hanging on its large body.

The ax clutched in my right hand is soaked in blood and shining.

The young man standing next to him looked like a cross between a human and a bear, perhaps not a pureblood.

The size was also somewhat smaller than that of a wolf beast.

He was holding a long sword, one in each hand.

“Beast man, warrior…!”

Millia broke into a cold sweat.

My vague anxiety turned out to be true.

From pure-blooded wolf beastmen to dark-blooded mixed-blood warriors.

Even if the two fought with all their might, it was a difficult opponent to be sure of victory.

“Milia. Please support me.”

Damian, clutching the great sword, stepped forward.

The doubts were pushed to the back of my head. That’s something you can think about later.

Now was the time to focus all of our consciousness on the battle.

At least, I can fight thanks to this sword.

That was fortunate.

The roar of beasts rang out, and greatswords and axes clashed fiercely.

======[Ophelia]======

At the same time, Ophelia also encountered it.

He was walking around with an expression of unwillingness.

Did you say Hans? While dragging the man she was paired with.

The attacking tramp’s throat was slit with the blade of air, and the burning houses were extinguished by cutting off oxygen.

Although I didn’t move particularly actively.

Then, a voice rang out.

“Wizard bitch…! This is lucky.”

Suddenly her steps stopped.

Because a bull walking on two feet was blocking her path and laughing.

Drooling as he licked her body unpleasantly.

Not with shallow sexual desire, but with eyes full of disgusting appetite.

“Ha… I told you that it smells really bad. A prisoner.”

Ophelia frowned.

Speaking of pure-blooded prisoners, why do things like that appear in the alternative system?

‘Really. The knights and guards are all incompetent.’

The magic candle I was holding in my hand was broken in half.

Ophelia gathered her magic power while spitting out contempt in her heart.

Unlike before, sincerely.

There was nothing I could do.

To deal with a pure-blooded beast, there was no way to use magic as usual.

It was a good thing I only had one eye to see.

“You said it was Hans.”

“…but.”

Hans, who was trembling and sweating coldly, turned to Ophelia at the sudden call.

When he saw the pureblood beast, he already felt death.

Even if you run away, it’s faster that way.

“What you are seeing now. If you go somewhere and talk nonsense, you won’t see the sun more than three times after that. Keep in mind.”

“What is that…?”

Hans was speechless at the sight before his eyes.

A storm of magical power rages.

Red hair caught in a strong wind rises into the air and flutters like a flame.

An overwhelming amount of magic power that appears to be at least five times that of the head of the Department of Magic.

After seven years.

A storm of blades cast with all his might crashed down on the bull beast.

=======[???]=======

On the west side of the city, the wall of the cult’s aid station bursts into pieces with a loud noise.

The prisoners with the spears of light stuck all over their bodies were thrown out and hit the wall of the alley.

He was in a state of death with no possibility of rebirth.

Then, ten paladins and a young woman walked out beyond the rubble.

The knights’ armor had a cross engraved on it, and a silver holy light hovered over the armor.

They were members of the Elfinel Church who were in charge of the aid station.

“El Pinel…”

The woman mumbled and grabbed the star tag around her neck.

She was a woman of pure whiteness.

Her snow-white hair has grown down to her waist, and a thin golden chain rests on her forehead like a crown.

Behind his back, white holy light fluttered like a feather.

The white priestly robes on his body were clean and without a single stain, giving off an alien atmosphere as if they were not of this world.

Candidate for sainthood.

Lacey Elmane Stadolph.

She kissed the star symbol and continued speaking.

“…heretics, wicked people. I will destroy those who are not human.”

Along with a soft prayer, brilliant holy light covered an entire section of the city.

Wherever the light touched, the flames were extinguished, and Elfinel’s blessing fell on the remaining people.

“I will destroy those who are not human!”

The paladins with their swords drawn responded in unison.

God of grace. Singing Elfinel’s anger, we head towards the east.

To destroy all enemies in sight.