Anaheim Trading Company villa. It's even more opulent than I imagined.

It's well guarded and surrounded by a moat. But it's surrounded by mercenaries who seem to be enemies.

That's quite a lot. How persistent is the Garde Company?

It may be that this can only be solved by force.

Lunamaria lets out a sigh and chants a spell. It's the sacred language .

As her body glows, a sphere of light with a holy blow catches the band of mercenaries.

The more evil you are, the more offensive you are, the more powerful your attack is by sacred magic. It was effective against the bad guys, the mercenaries.

The mercenaries are surprised by the surprise, but the rescue was expected, and they return fire immediately.

Come on, boys. If you do this, His Majesty the King will intervene, let alone the city!

Lunamaría's anger doesn't reach them either.

"I'm aware of that. Garde's master thought it was the last straw. Either the Anaheim house will fall or the Garde house will fall.

"Then it is you who will perish!

As Lunamaría declares this, I take a step forward and deliver a slash of the dagger, flicking one of the mercenaries' weapons and kicking it in, knocking him out.

I flick the weapon off one of the mercenaries and kick him, knocking him out.

"Master Will is always kind. I would value the life of a scoundrel as well.

That's because there's still room to spare. In a pinch, I might cut you down.

I'll be fine. At that time, I will chant the sutra in the manner of the Earth Mother Goddess.

But for once, it might not be funny," joked Lunamaria.

The mercenaries were thirty in number, with a few skilled hands mixed in.

Karen's guards were outnumbered, though she had ten of them.

But the gap in strength will not be bridged by complaining.

One by one we kill the mercenaries, and our numbers steadily dwindle.

After Lunamaria and I defeated about ten mercenaries, we entered the villa.

This is to defeat the mercenaries who have invaded the villa.
You can hear sword fights inside the villa as well.
You'll see a man in a butler's uniform fighting.
He is the butler, Johan the Steward.
He stabs the mercenary to death with his slender sword.

He wipes the blood from his sword and turns to me, thanking me for the reinforcements.

I knew you would come. I knew you would come.

"I wish I could have gotten to you sooner. Is Karen okay?

Yes, that's the little lady's room, but I have not allowed a single antling to enter.

That's great.

If you look around, there's a pile of bodies.
They look like the ones Johan killed.
Maybe he's an experienced warrior despite his appearance.

I never thought I'd see the raids again. Where does the Garde Company get all this money?

As they said, this will be the last raid. They have hired a total of fifty mercenaries, thirty of whom are here today, and Master Will has already killed all the rest.

It's true that you took down a lot of roads and woods.

Then they shouldn't have any more pawns.

And as I was talking, one of the mercenaries lying on the floor laughed, "Kukkuk ......".

That's the guy Johan stabbed just now.
Apparently, he missed the vital point.
No, he just missed the kryptonite.
But the man didn't seem at all grateful.

Dumbasses. They think they've got a lead.

What does that mean?　We are winning. Thanks to Master Will, we've outnumbered you, and I'm sure there are more guards and Anaheim family reinforcements from the city of Northwoods heading our way.

"You don't even know it's a ploy by Master Garde.

"What!

And quirked an eyebrow at the butler Johan .

'That's what it is. We're a diversion. We'll draw the Anaheim private army and the Northwoods guards to storm the city while we do it.

"Hey, f*ck it, you don't have the strength anymore.

Indeed, there is no human strength, but Master Garde has an artifact, a giant's flute.
"What, a giant's whistle?

A shocked look appears on Johan's face.
He begins to rattle and tremble.

"What is the Giant's Flute?

　I ask, and Johan speaks.

The giant's flute is used to control the One-Eyed Giant, Cyclops, who lives in this area. It was once used during the Holy Demon Wars, but it must have been a legendary flute.



"Your master will know firsthand what a legend it is. They should be tearing down the walls of the Anaheim house by now.

　Again, chuckle, and laugh, but faint.

Looks like he's lost a lot of blood.

Such a man should die. That's what Johan seemed to think, but he couldn't do that.

I'll cast a minimal amount of recovery magic. Not in hell but in the dungeons of this world he will regret.

Johan didn't get angry when he saw me casting a recovery spell. He just looks pale throughout.

"It seems that Garde was an outsider who borrowed the power of demons.

"Isn't that surprising?

I suppose so. But it could also be a bluff. No matter how hard he is cornered, if he uses his demon powers he will be hanged.

Johan tries to convince himself of this, but he hears the sound of a window pane breaking.

There's also a scream like cracking silk.
It's Karen's room.

We rush into the room to find an ugly gargoyle inside. Fortunately Karen was still safe. Johan and I quickly stepped between Karen and the gargoyle and confronted them.

"What is this monster?

I calmly explain to the flustered Johan that it is a demon called a gargoyle.

"It's a monster called a gargoyle. They must have come in through the window.

"But why

I think that's a silly question. This is a man who would use a giant to kill Mr. Viktor for an entire town. Summoning a gargoyle would be a piece of cake.

And then I slash at the gargoyle with my dagger, clawing at it with an intent to kill. With a murderous intent.

It slices through and vanishes with a single blow, but then I see several gargoyles outside the window.

It seems to have summoned more than one.

I point my hand out the window and throw a huge fireball at them, wiping them out.

"Master Will is amazing. His magic is top-notch.

Karen, who had just turned pale, said with a look of relief.
She seems to have regained her composure.
I'm going to see if there's a basement in this villa.

I was told there was a basement, so I told Karen to head down there.

"I'm going to go straight to the city of the Northwoods. I'm worried about your father and the people in town.

I understand. I wish you good luck.

Leave the young lady to me. Johanan here will protect you with his life.

And then it gets noisy outside.
It seems that reinforcements have arrived from the city of Northwood.

There were gargoyles and orcs around, but they were powerless in front of an overwhelming number of reinforcements.

But that was part of Garde's plan.
His real target was not Karen, but her father.

It was his plan to concentrate his forces at his villa and assassinate Viktor city by city with the Cyclops while he was at it.

It was a clever and dubious plan, but I'll give him credit for its effectiveness.

To thwart Garde's ambitions, I am about to leave the villa, but before I leave, I catch sight of Luna Maria.

She seems to follow me as a matter of course.

　I would have liked her to stay at the villa, but persuasion would be futile. She was the kind of woman who would follow me anywhere, even to the depths of hell.

Time is running out, so I walked out of the villa and rode the horse that the reinforcements had brought with them.

I used the horse's legs to get back to the Northwoods.

I wasn't used to riding a horse, but I was still moving many times faster than I could ride, and I could see the smoke-filled, mayhem-ridden streets of Northwoods.

The damage was considerable.

It seems that the Garde's calculations were perfect, and it seems that it had penetrated the city perfectly where the guards had disappeared and entered the city without any resistance.

The giant cyclops appears to have smashed through the Northwoods gate with ease and pushed straight through the city.

...... This one might not have made it in time.

Seeing the devastation of the city, I fear for Viktor's survival. Maybe it's not a rescue mission for Viktor, but a revenge mission.

But I changed my mind when I saw a dashing figure of my acquaintance in the town square, brandishing a sword.

We were in time.
And my "friend," she was a true hero.

She was beautiful as she wielded her sword and fought for the city.