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The anger brought about by the foolish person’s provocation was soon washed clean from the monster’s mind.

The bloody scene unfolding before his eyes, the screams, prayers, and pleas of his prey brought him great joy.

Intoxicated with the pleasure of slaughter, she soon began to laugh again, forgetting about the foolish mercenary who was dying and seeing and hearing it all with her.

Intoxicated by the moment of slaughter that briefly reminds us of our own glorious past that has been erased by the curse and the passage of time.

That smile and laughter, overflowing with pure, amoral joy, was a roar that struck fear into her prey more than any threatening action.

Even seasoned mercenaries and adventurers who had fought battles between life and death could not handle such a thing.

Although they have already lost many of their comrades, they are retreating and the reason they have not yet turned around and run away is because they keep reminding themselves that if they do so, they will surely die.

There was only one way for them to survive.

Somehow, they must hold out until the clients who hired them hear the screams and metal clashing sounds echoing in the forest.

Because there was no one but them who could deal with that monster.

However, the monster, already intoxicated by the scent of blood, wasted no more time and was quickly hunting them down with its elegant yet deadly movements.

When the sword strike that he thought he had barely blocked suddenly twisted and snatched the weapon in his hand, the disarmed mercenary gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, thinking that the end had come for him just like his comrades who had died before him. I hope it ends quickly.

-Kaang!

However, what was heard was not the sound of the throat being torn, but the sound of metal colliding, and what hit the throat was not the blade, but only the wind caused by the collision.

When he opened his closed eyes again in surprise, what he saw was the woman who was crossing swords with the monster, one of the employers they had been waiting for anxiously.

Despite her sudden intrusion, the monster opened its eyes round and moved its sword calmly, as if it were interested rather than surprised.

The sword stretched out like a snake from the tips of his beautiful, slender fingers, trying to wrap around the opponent’s sword and snatch it away, just as it did with the mercenaries.

However, she flicked her sword in one go, swatted away the snake, took a step forward, and struck the monster with the sword she had raised.

The monster, who crossed his swords in both hands and received a vertical cut, had to take a step back for the first time since the battle began due to the heaviness of that movement.

Still, the monster looked at his own hands as he felt the trembling in both hands holding the sword, then smiled wider and turned his attention to the opponent in front of him.

In the days when it was not a monster but a warrior or soldier, the joy shown on its face might have been disguised as the spirit of victory of an honorable warrior.

However, there was no longer any such thing as honor for that person who could only remember fragments of the past through slaughter.

All I could do was rejoice in anticipation of lowly pleasure at the thought that a stronger, and therefore more enjoyable, prey had appeared.

On the other hand, the female warrior standing in front of the monster was not at all fazed by its creepy smile and adjusted her weapon.

He lays down his sword at an angle and aims it at the monster, holds the shield on his arm close to his body, and lowers his body and gathers strength in his legs as if he is going to attack him at any moment.

The surviving mercenary watched from behind the scene, the tense confrontation between madness and cool-headedness, and unconsciously swallowed his saliva out of tension.

Rolling his eyes, he busily looked back and forth between the monster and his employer, a female warrior.

The monster’s originally pure white hair and body were soaked red with the blood of its dead comrades and barbarians, and its eyes glowed with anticipation.

Even if the gaze was not directed at him, the mercenary, who was so sick of it, could not bear to look at those red eyes, so he quickly turned his head to face the other way.

In contrast to the monster, even though she must have cut down countless barbarians on her way here, the female warrior, still covered in pure white scale armor without a single drop of blood, remained silent while holding her sword and shield.

He couldn’t really see what kind of expression she was making under the horned helmet because he was behind him, but he could guess it as he had been following her orders for the past few days.

A stare in expressionless silence that does not reveal any emotions. A fierce obsession with the mission that lies beyond.

Her face showed almost no change as she simply gave instructions to the hired mercenaries and quietly watched them follow them.

Even when the barbarians they encountered while exploring the lands beyond the wall attacked, they took the lead and cut them all down.

A repetition of mechanical executions without any emotion.

Looking at them like that, many of the hired mercenaries and adventurers were reluctant and afraid rather than admiring their skills.

As expected, the rumor that they were not just humans was true.

It was already quite an open secret that the female warriors wearing scale armor who appeared in Britannia one day were connected to the Catenis family.

Because every single thing they did was closely related to the interests or interests of the head of the family in this land.

But that wasn’t all that people were whispering about.

If it was related to the Katenis matriarch, there were rumors that inevitably came from them.

Concordia was said to be one of the most powerful among the dragons that were once revered.

The Queen of Dragons, who was angry at Catenis for trading her young compatriots and dragons as goods, attacked his city, but fell from the sky after being struck by his spear, an incident that was quite well known even in Britannia.

However, there were many differences of opinion even in the institutions about what happened after that, and in the case of Britannia, one of the border areas of the empire, all kinds of rumors were floating around as stories were often misrepresented when they were told.

From the story that Concordia, who fell, did not actually die, but was dragged away and held in the basement of the Catenis mansion, and that she eventually surrendered to Catenis and became a slave.

There is even a story about gaining immortality by drinking blood from the dragon.

As it was an incident involving a creature called a dragon, which has been recorded since mythology, there were all kinds of rumors going around, so it was not easy to know which of them was true.

Some even suspected that Catenis’s killing of the dragon alone was a lie, or rather, the fact that the dragon appeared in the city in the first place.

Still, it would not have been easy for even such cynics to ignore the fact that legendary beings might be walking around right before their eyes.

When rumors were going around that they were the Spartoi of mythology, the disseminated ones.

When the teeth pulled out from fallen dragons are scattered on the ground, they use them as seeds to sprout their own bodies and grow, beings who emerge from the ground armed with their entire bodies from birth.

And the moment they are born that way and encounter their brothers and sisters, they engage in a battle of slaughter, killing each other, and only those who survive among them swear loyalty to the one who planted them.

A warrior born from the teeth of a dragon, a dragon warrior.

In most cases, they kept silent except when absolutely necessary, so it would not have been possible to hear a definite answer to the rumor.

There were probably very few people who had the guts to ask them that directly in the first place.

However, even if they were silent and people did not ask, there were many things they could see and think about.

From their extremely white skin and hair, almost like teeth, to the vertical pupils that sometimes appear when you make eye contact with them.

Excellent skills, as if they had been holding weapons since birth, perfect scale armor that seemed to have been tailored just for them, and even points that were reminiscent of a dragon that had somehow turned into a human.

Nevertheless, the mercenary originally thought that it did not really matter what their identities were.

In any case, as long as they don’t get involved with the Katenis family’s affairs, they won’t have anything to worry about.

At least that was the case until they suddenly burst into a bar in the city where adventurers and mercenaries gathered and offered to hire people.

I don’t know what it was, but he was going to refuse at first because he would get tired if he got involved with the affairs of high-ranking families, but after hearing the amount they offered, he had no choice but to change his mind.

You could receive a lot of money just by participating in the search, and additional rewards were given every time a battle took place beyond the wall, and if you found and reported the monster they were trying to track down, they said you would get an additional reward there.

An amount that would allow him to live comfortably and prosperously for the rest of his life even after giving up his career as a mercenary.

In order to prevent the conflict from intensifying and leading to war, it was worth ignoring the governor’s threat to forbid entry beyond the wall.

No, I thought there was. At least when, with these great warriors at the forefront, even the attacks of the barbarians were overcome more easily than expected.

And until the head of the guy I hired was cut off and blown away by that horrible monster right next to me.

I had a lot of regret that I hadn’t accepted this request in the first place, but I didn’t know if I could get through this moment well and return to the city and receive a huge reward.

Therefore, he earnestly prayed that the rumor that she was a mythical dragon soldier, a warrior born from the teeth of a dragon, was true.

Since I had seen with my own eyes that the cursed monster of the barbarians’ superstition was real, I felt like I had to be at that level to be able to deal with it.

and.

Finally, the silence in the confrontation was broken by the sound of clashing swords, and the moment for each woman to prove whether their respective myths were true began.