Breaking Wings (2)

The hideous monster.

Each part was connected by thick wires driven in.

The skin color differed at the boundaries where they met.

Moreover, the lower body was covered in wolf fur.

Just looking at that horrific appearance was enough to make one’s skin crawl and knees weak.

But that’s why even more.

‘It’s thrilling!’

The beastkin’s battle instinct urged Ponya on.

Go forth and swing your sword!

Fight!

And so, bring down the strong one!

Show that you are stronger and crazier by seizing victory!

“Grrrr!”

The monster was flustered by Ponya’s appearance, growling and showing willingness to fight rather than being surprised, but.

“Kurururuk!!!”

It pointed its spear, gladly showing its intention to confront her.

The monster’s blood boiled and fighting spirit surged just before entering the fight.

Although the artifact kept ordering it to return.

The monster ignored all the signals.

It was in such an excited state that it couldn’t control itself.

Soon the two clashed, and a shock spread throughout the area.

• Bang!

  Ponya, who freely wields a large greatsword thanks to <Frenzy>.

  The monster, constantly swinging and thrusting its spear emitting an ominous aura.

  The fight between the two strong ones was extremely fierce.

  When Ponya approached, the monster would leap away with its sturdy werewolf lower body and then thrust its spear into the opening.

  If it were the previous Ponya, she would have met the opponent’s strong blow with equal force, but.

  ‘Ethan-nim told me to loosen up a bit.’

  She dealt with the enemy’s attacks flexibly.

• Clang!

  She twisted her greatsword to deflect the spear blade.

  Before it could retrieve its spear.

  Ponya charged forward.

  “Karararak!”

  “Hmph!”

  Although it hurriedly retreated.

  The monster, whose body’s left-right symmetry didn’t match properly, staggered and showed an opening.

  Ponya dove into that opening like an experienced beast.

• Slash!

  A sticky green body fluid flowed out as she cut from the right thigh to the abdomen and left arm.

  “Karararak!!!”

  But she couldn’t deal a significant blow.

  Because the monster instantly recovered from its wounds.

• Clang! Clang! Clang!

  While adequately fending off the monster’s attacks as it charged in angrily without thinking.

  Ponya slowly retreated.

  ‘Deflect the enemy’s attacks appropriately.’

  She actively utilized what she had learned.

  ‘When an opening appears, counterattack and then assess if attacks can be linked.’

  Thanks to her unique beastkin senses and terrifying reflexes, Ponya could put the theory Ethan taught her directly into practice.

  Ponya fiercely counterattacked even at the slightest opening.

  The monster’s attacks were repeatedly interrupted.

  “Karararak!!!”

  So it was natural for the monster to be surprised and angry.

  It was a strong opponent on a different level from those it had faced in the laboratory until now.

  However, it didn’t abandon its fighting spirit.

  The monster swung its spear with such strong movements that it tore the muscles all over its body, using its tremendous regenerative power.

  “Kurururuk!!”

  It exerts greater physical force while enduring the pain.

• Bang!

  “Urgh!”

  Ponya barely blocked the spear shaft swung above her head with her greatsword.

  A powerful force enough to sink the ground where her two legs stood.

  Her hands trembled, seemingly shocked by the impact.

  Meanwhile, the monster, having finished regenerating its muscles, leisurely prepared for a second strike.

  ‘I can’t win like this. What should I do?’

  While fending off the attack again.

  She recalled in her mind ‘How would He have fought against this monster?’

  When facing the demon worshipper Targan before.

  When battling the troublesome blood hounds.

  Ethan had calmly found ways to respond and defeated the enemy.

  ‘Right, I need to find the enemy’s weakness.’

  Since it instantly regenerates wounds, she can’t win by fighting as if against an ordinary person.

  Moreover, since Ponya’s sword wasn’t as fast as Greg’s or as delicate as Hwaryon’s.

  A speed battle of continuously cutting before it regenerates wasn’t a strategy Ponya could take.

  This time she recalled Sir Recid’s advice.

• Find the part the opponent is trying not to reveal. That’s the weakness.
• How do I figure that out?
• It’s surprisingly not difficult. Unless they’re a skilled knight, it usually shows in their movements as they unconsciously protect their weakness while fighting.

  ‘You’ll know if you fight.’

  Sir Recid had especially told Ponya this.

• Trust yourself, Ponya. Your instincts are more amazing than you think.

  Her eyes glowed more intensely and clearly.

  Ponya’s appearance as she searched for the enemy’s weakness resembled a beast scanning its prey up and down.

  The charging monster flinched for a moment, and.

  “Ha!”

• Clang!

  Ponya deflected the spear.

  Then she quickly spun around once, rotating her body.

• Clang!

  She struck the monster’s spear again.

  As soon as she regained the initiative.

  Ponya continued her fierce attacks.

  Most were shallow cuts or blocked by the monster’s spear, but.

  ‘It’s deliberately covering its chest.’

  She could find the area it kept trying to defend.

  “Grrrr!!”

  The moment a strategy was formed.

  The monster became the prey of a beast.

• Slash!

  “Karararak!!!”

  When she cut off the right arm covered in scales, an opening was created.

  Ponya wedged into that opening and swung her greatsword again.

  The monster blocked a few times but couldn’t cope with just the thick, blunt left arm of the minotaur.

• Swish!

  She made a long horizontal cut across both thighs.

• Bam!

  As she approached, she twisted the sword handle and struck upwards with the pommel on its chin.

  “Kahak!”

  The monster’s head tilted back and its body fell backwards.

  Ponya raised her greatsword high above her head and.

• Swish!

  Swung it down cleanly.

  Soon, a thin crack appeared vertically on the monster’s chest and.

• Rip!

  As flesh and muscle split apart.

  A dull purple core was revealed.

  “There it is!”

  The enemy’s weakness was exposed.

  Ponya thrust her greatsword straight in.

  Thud!

  “Kurururuk!!!”

  The monster let out a final scream and then collapsed.

  “Haa, haa.”

  Ponya sat down as the tension released right after the battle.

  Although her horrible appearance was covered in the monster’s fluid, her own blood and sweat, with dirt and grass pieces sticking all over.

  “I won!!!”

  At this moment of savoring victory.

  She just felt refreshed.

  Twitch.

  A while later.

  That was until she realized the fact that the spear gripped in the monster’s hand had moved on its own.

It looked like he was wielding a whip rather than a sword.

Greg’s sword was a steel snake that bent freely and bit people’s necks.

In reality, the blade wasn’t bending.

It just looked that way because of the extreme speed, but.

Even that was enough to make the Silver Wings members gripped with fear.

• Swish! Thud!

  “Gack!”

  Another person had their neck pierced, choked, and soon collapsed.

  “Fuck! This little shit!!!”

  A unit member who saw his superior go limp right next to him charged recklessly towards Greg, but.

• Whoosh!
• Splatter!

  Soon he became wet fragments on the floor without even being able to scream.

  No. 1, who had just been fighting Greg one-on-one and.

  Had retreated momentarily after getting his left arm deeply cut.

  He clicked his tongue and muttered.

  “How did such an idiot even get into the Silver Wings.”

  “Silver Wings, you say?”

  Greg reacted to the words Silver Wings.

  “The silver wings that protect the Republic’s freedom. That’s what you are?”

  No. 1 was puzzled by the kid’s words.

  The current Silver Wings was mainly an intelligence unit dealing with counterintelligence and covert operations, not a front-line combat unit.

  But he soon understood.

  ‘He must have learned from Count Kaidel.’

  In the past, the Silver Wings truly was a glorious and honorable unit.

  When they drove away the armies of Kragent, Sergaphilt, and the Holy Spirit Realm that had invaded taking advantage of the revolutionary chaos, and proudly returned to the capital, citizens cheered and placed flower crowns on the soldiers’ necks.

  That was already decades ago.

  “Those noble times are long gone, kid. These days, when people just hear the name Silver Wings, children tremble and adults are busy locking their doors.”

  No. 1 moved his mouth to buy time.

  He took a low-grade healing potion and poured it on his arm.

  It would take a few more minutes for the flesh to fill in.

  “Your swordsmanship is not bad at all. You learned from Count Kaidel, right?”

  “Who?”

  “It’s the name of the old man who taught you swordsmanship. Oh my, you didn’t even hear his real name from your master?”

  Sowing discord.

  Speech that makes the listener doubt someone they know.

  And.

  “Don’t be loyal to such a dishonest old man, come with us. You have great potential, you could climb the ladder of success in the Republic.”

  Even subtle persuasion.

  Of course, these words were sincere.

  Just with the black-hearted intention of ‘If you do well, I’ll benefit too’ neatly omitted.

  But.

  “You’re mistaken about something.”

  “Hm?”

  “I have no intention of risking my life to fight for my master.”

  “I see, your master-disciple relationship seems to have gone awry-“

  “No, there’s only one reason I’m fighting.”

  Greg raised his rapier straight up.

  “Because you tried to invade His place of rest on your own.”

  “…What?”

  “Are you done recovering?”

  “!”

  No. 1 realized his intentions had been seen through and was greatly flustered.

  ‘Then perhaps…’

  “I deliberately waited for you. So stop wagging your tongue and get up and grab your sword.”

  When No. 1 hesitated.

• Whoosh! Splat!

  “Gahk!”

  “Aaaah! My leg!!!”

  Greg slowly advanced and.

  Cut down everyone in front of him one by one.

  “If you won’t come, I’ll go to you.”

  “Aah!”

  “C-Captain!”

  No. 1 bit his lip and raised his sword.

  “Wouldn’t it be better for both of us if we went along nicely?”

  “I have no intention whatsoever of advancing in the corrupt Republic.”

  Greg recalled the grumpy master and kind Ethan in his mind.

  And.

  “This is the only place for me.”

  He charged towards No. 1.

  “Don’t try to defile my and His place of rest!”

  To break the corrupt wings that interfered with his precious daily life.

Maid Jenny.

Before being Elizabeth’s maid.

She was also Jenny Blyton, a promising female knight of the Etrion Royal Guard.

At the young age of 26, her level had already reached Expert mid-tier.

She might even reach upper tier if she did well.

Perhaps that’s why.

“Huh!”

Since that day when she almost clashed with the old man.

Jenny had been plagued by nightmares.

‘If Ethan-ssi hadn’t intervened that day and I really crossed swords with that old man…’

The result was obvious.

If the opponent had been serious, Jenny’s head would have spun through the air without even being able to aim for 5 exchanges.

Elizabeth would have been greatly shocked.

‘This isn’t fit for a guard knight at all.’

As she blamed herself over and over like that.

It felt like her growth was too slow and falling behind.

Whenever she encountered the potentially dangerous old man in the mansion, she would become tense.

So it was natural to be plagued by nightmares.

Wiping away cold sweat, she looked out the window and saw it was already the middle of the night.

She left her room to go to the bathroom since she was awake anyway, but.

“Huh…?”

In front of Jenny’s eyes were densely placed automated magic bullet launchers and stone golems, and.

“Shh.”

Kenny with his index finger on his lips.

‘Is this a dream too? Don’t tell me it’s a continuation of the nightmare.’

How should she wake up from the dream?

After pondering, Jenny closed the door and returned to her room.

She decided to lie down and go back to sleep.

She needed to urinate a little, but.

‘Let’s hold it. It must be a misunderstanding.’

If this was a dream.

She shouldn’t go to the bathroom now.

There would be big trouble the next morning.