Of course, Emma clearly remembered the sword that cut off her mother’s right arm and its owner.

    Emma’s body was stretched tight as if she was about to shoot at the enemy at any moment, and her white eyes glared at the enemy, burning fiercely like white flames within her black masturbator.

    In that gaze, her, her mother’s, her tribe’s, and all the Centaurs’ righteous anger was burning.

    The anger of those who were forcibly taken as slaves away from their hometowns, those who were silenced by muzzles and reins, and those who had their pride taken away from them in the face of human greed was roaring inside her, demanding revenge.

    Nevertheless, the unknown silver-level adventurer did not avoid Emma’s angry gaze.

    It was far from confident or spirited.

    Just not paying attention.

    What his bloodshot eyes saw, and what his ears heard, were the glittering gold and silver coins of the nobles who had previously fought over Emma, and her price soaring to no end.

    He, who lost his reliable supporter and supporter in this mess, will be able to live comfortably for the rest of his life without having to take on the dangerous adventurer job.

    “…give me the centaur.”

    The moment the voice filled with greed and malice resonated softly on her tongue, Emma froze for a moment and then trembled.

    It wasn’t that I was scared now. If that were the case, we wouldn’t have been able to face the enemy in the first place.

    All kinds of emotions were just swirling around.

    Futility and anger, incomprehensibility and unpleasantness.

    What on earth are they thinking and what emotions are they harboring that allows them to be so indifferent to the being in front of them?

    The disgusting monster she had seen at the auction was appearing in front of her again.

    Liber noticed Emma’s body trembling beneath his legs, her ears pressed back and her tail wagging violently.

    And while I was gripping my spear tightly in preparation for battle, I unconsciously stroked her.

    He wondered if it was disrespectful to her to act as if he was trying to calm down her anxiety and anger, but fortunately for him, Emma accepted his touch without much resistance.

    In contrast to the monster with its greedy tongue lashing out in front of her, the warm hand stroking her head from behind calmed her emotions even further.

    she remembered.

    Knowing that there is someone else behind her back and that they will fight together against the enemy in front of her.

    The joy of running with him continues even at this moment.

    Emma took a deep breath and exhaled under his touch, and finally faced her enemy again with her body and gaze completely free of tremors.

    Of course, I was able to control my emotions more calmly, but the anger did not disappear anywhere.

    Libertarian was also well aware of this fact, so he did not bother to answer what the other person said.

    There was no reason or time to talk in the first place.

    Therefore, what signaled the start of the battle was the roar and sparks that rang out as the sword swung by the charging adventurer collided with Liber’s spear blade.

    At that first collision, Liber thought.

    Indeed, silver-level adventurers are strong.

    If you think about it from a general and common sense perspective, it would be incomprehensible why that adventurer challenged him and Emma to a fight in the first place.

    Armed only with a sword and shield, you’re going to attack someone on a horse holding a spear?

    That’s right, Emma was not a horse but a centaur in the form of a half-man and half-horse, but that was a strength rather than a weakness.

    Not only is it faster than most warhorses, it also has a wider range of cooperation with its rider in battle.

    Nevertheless, it seems that rushing straight ahead can only be described as recklessness or recklessness.

    This is a story when there is no skill to back up that action.

    The power of the enemy’s sword trying to push back the spear was very heavy despite the difference in weapons, and as soon as it was blocked, it flowed along the spear blade and looked for the next opportunity.

    To stop it, River swung out his spear and pushed it away with a big push, and he turned around in the air and swung the large shield he was holding in his other hand, trying to hit him.

    The barrage of attacks without giving any time to rest was the movement of someone who had already reached the level of a half-superhuman.

    There was no way that people who were beyond human could be judged carelessly by human standards.

    If Liber had not been approaching his goal of becoming a silver-level adventurer, he would not have been able to even react to the subsequent attacks and would have been hit and tumbled down.

    The reason he was able to grit his teeth and take the impact of the shield with his spear was because he had never neglected to become stronger through knowledge and effort in order to survive.

    But at the same time, if he were alone, that would have been his limit at that moment.

    Rather than rushing in to counterattack with numb arms and body after receiving a heavy blow from the shield, it was wise to gather one’s body for the next attack or defense.

    However, River was not alone now.

    Emma immediately understood the flow of battle that Liber had caught for a moment, and moved according to that flow.

    The moment Liber caught the shield swung by the enemy, she turned around and struck the shield with her shoulder.

    Now that it has transformed into the form of a half-man, half-horse, the impact created by its mass and speed immediately breaks the balance and shakes the enemy greatly.

    The silver-level adventurer skillfully used his shield to shed some of the impact and quickly landed on the ground and stepped back, but he was unable to use his skills to shed the shock and was left staggering from the residual impact.

    Gritting his teeth, he put his shield forward again, placed his sword on top of it, and aimed it at them. Now, for the first time, I saw something other than greed in the adventurer’s eyes.

    Embarrassment and anxiety.

    Questions he wouldn’t have had at the moment he attacked them first.

    As if trying to shake it off, the silver-level adventurer charged forward again, this time using his shield.

    However, the rider and his horse, who have gained more confidence in each other through the battle just now, face the charge.

    With every step and distance they took, he and she were able to see how each other would move.

    How your opponent will react to your movements, and how you should react to your opponent’s movements.

    What moves them is their four legs, and Emma moves with those legs without stopping even for a moment.

    Twist to avoid it, chase it with all your might, kick it and push it away.

    In that ceaseless rush, their enemies don’t even have a chance to gain some distance.

    As soon as she tried to take a step back, Emma rushed at her again, and at the same time, Liber, who had narrowed the distance, was only busy stopping her from swinging her spear and stabbing her.

    Contrary to the other party’s growing nervousness, they were gradually regaining the composure they had when running down the street earlier.

    The spear pierced again with all its might, this time scratching the corner of the shield greatly, and Emma’s front leg raised on top of it slashed down, shaking the shield.

    Perhaps their opponent will take a quick step back and try to reflect on where they started and what mistakes they made.

    Why are we putting ourselves in such danger right now?

    Like other humans, he was blinded by greed, but unlike other humans, he had the power to take what he was greedy for, which is why he rose to the silver level.

    Emma, whom he had already defeated once, and an adventurer of the same rank who had good skills at a young age but was one grade lower than him.

    He probably rushed in because he was confident that he could win against both of them and take Emma away by force.

    Even though Liber was clearly improving his skills, if he had been asked whether he could defeat that adventurer on his own, he would have predicted a higher probability of defeat.

    Moreover, if I had been in a situation where I had to get out of here as quickly as possible, I would have given up on escaping from the moment I fought anyway.

    However, the centaur named Emma, who had agreed to join him in this dangerous journey to repay the help he had received, was now running as if he were one with him.

    So that River can move faster than ever.

    Now that Liber had decided to give the other person the answers to his questions directly, Emma also knew his intentions.

    Each time she leaps again, more and more force is added to his firm grip on the spear.

    And when the power accumulated to the point that even a metal spear could no longer contain it, Liber and Emma threw the spear together with their whole bodies.

    In front of the great spear that flies through the air like Jupiter’s thunderbolt, the silver-level adventurer quickly raises his shield to block it.

    But at the moment of impact, he understood that this spear was the answer to his question.

    What mistake did he make and why is he in danger?

    The spears thrown together by the two shattered the shield and pierced the arm holding it.

    Just as he was about to fall to his knees and scream in pain, Emma arrived in front of him.

    In her hand was the sword that Liber had given her.

    Emma decapitated the enemy in silence at the same speed she was running, faster than the enemy could scream.

    The silver medal hanging around his neck fell, soaked in blood.

    “….”

    “….”

    There was no shout of victory or anything like that.

    For a moment, the two just remained silent, catching their breath from the battle.

    “Human? What about the list? Are you here?”

    A little later, Emma asked the man who was resting against her back for a moment.

    The original reason they came here.

    This is something that must be destroyed in order to erase any traces of his presence here, lest Liber be chased by nobles who do not want his secrets to leak out in the future.

    “Uh… right. Just a moment… It’ll be over there.”

    Liber pointed to a tent and tried to get off Emma, moving one leg to the other side.

    “…Ah.”

    Emma sighed involuntarily.

    They could not hide their disappointment at the end of the race they had run together so far.

    “? are you okay? Did you get cut somewhere while fighting?”

    “That..yeah! It’s okay! Don’t worry-!”

    Emma, who had never thought that she would express her regret out loud, cried out in embarrassment, but was unable to continue her words to the end.

    Because my vision suddenly changed and I felt like I lost my balance.

    “Ugh!”

    “Trigram… are you okay?! Ah… my body came back-!”

    Emma, who fell forward and landed on the ground, was startled by Liber’s short scream from behind and quickly stood up, realizing that her body had returned to two legs.

    The problem is that, unlike when he transformed into a half-man, half-horse figure on two legs, walking on these legs was quite awkward now that he had returned.

    Emma, who was worried about Liber, who had fallen behind her, approached her, but instead her legs got twisted and she fell on top of him.

    -chin.

    “Ah… I guess I’m not used to the sudden change of body below the waist. Can you stand up again?”

    Liber, who quickly caught Emma with his arms outstretched, looked at her lying down on top of him and asked.

    “…”

    I was slightly worried why she suddenly became silent.

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