Currier slashed the skirt part of the dress with his sword.
　The cut makes the hem of the dress just below the knee.

　--Okay, that's good.

　That hem length could inhibit movement.
　The fabric covered with the blood of the holy warrior who was crushed to death by the great sword danced on the cobblestones.

''Don't tell me you're the princess of this country?''

　The bespectacled man, who was about ten lathals away, asked aloud as he pushed up the vines.
　Currier ignored the man's question and snatched the spear the soldier was holding.

'I'll take it.'
Come in.

　I'm not sure if they sensed something out of the ordinary from the currier or not, but the soldier has become strangely cocky.

''You guys need to get the hell out of here. And take care of that red-haired girl over there. Just so you know, I'm going to put a nail in your coffin but don't ever leave that kid behind and run away, okay?
Okay, I understand.
...please.
Currier...

　When the edge of his mouth was raised slightly to the anxious Ira, Currier immediately threw a spear toward the man with glasses.
　The man with the glasses can see that he has room to spare.
　But it is also called carelessness.
　This dress may have been a blessing.
　Judging from what he said and did earlier, does he think of himself as a princess of the Renowthred royal family?
　Surprisingly, she might think of herself as a confident tomboy princess who underestimates the power of her opponent.

　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this.
　The man with blinding glasses.

''Fast, yi?　Tsk.

　The big sword of the man with the glasses roared.
　The spear is played by the great sword.
　Immediately after, the great sword aims at Currier.
　The

　--slow.

　Easily slipping past the laggingly wielded great sword, Currier ran the blade of the laying sword, which was regrasped in both hands, quickly.

''--?

　It was the man with the glasses who showed signs of being upset.
　Currier passes the man while leaving a sword trail.
　Then, he instantly reversed.
　With an unkillable momentum, the soles of his shoes slipped on the sand of the cobblestone pavement with a zap.
　Stop.

''.........''

　The great sword that had missed its prey was biting the ground.
　A worm swelling had formed on the neck of its owner.
　The location of the carotid artery.
　The man put his finger on the swollen spot.

"This is amazing. If that sword had been a first-rate sword, I would be dead.

　Currier looks at the sword in his hand.
　Even though it is inferior to the Holy Demon Sword, Holy Sword, and Demon Sword, it is not a shoddy sword.
　Rather, it's an article that can be given a passable grade for a sword.
　That was a blow I fired with the intention of killing it for sure.
　I cut him with the intention of taking at least half of his neck with me.
　But even so, that level of worm swelling is beyond the norm.
　I'm not sure if this is really something that stays within the realm of humanity.

But when I look at it this way, it's outstanding.

　The man with glasses gazes at Currier from top to bottom as if he were judging him.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work.

　In response to the words, the man's eyes grew in their brilliance through the stages.
　The look in his eyes was different.
　Until a moment ago, I had the impression that he was, at best, killing time as a sideshow before the show.
　Now, her eyes were shining brightly.

'I don't know if you're a princess or not, but this was an unexpected find. I'm lucky. I'm glad I came to the castle after all. So what's your name?

　Currier was thinking about his next move.
　I've been collecting holy elements from earlier so that I can shoot the technique at any time.
　However, he hadn't thought about how to attack that abnormal hardness of skin.
　If I'm going to cut it up with a sword, I'll want at least a holy sword....

　What about the kryptonite of the human body?
　Eye-gouging, lower abdomen, inside a person........
　However, due to the distance, in the case of bare hands, there is a need to jump into the bosom.
　In the case of bare hands, the height difference is also an important factor.
　When the opponent is so huge, the time it takes to reach the face is itself fatal?

　--I'm not sure if it's a good idea.

I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find the right one. It's a cold one, isn't it? In that case, should I be forced to ask someone else for their name?

　Ira and the others were caught by the sound eyes of the glasses that rubbed their chins.
　The front door of the castle was already closed, it seemed.
　The girls seemed to know that just now.

　--shit.

　With the crossing earlier, the man with the glasses was closer to Ira and the others than Currier in terms of distance.
　The man draws the great sword backwards.
　Then the man threw the large sword horizontally towards Ayla and her friends.
　The spinning greatsword flies to Ira and his friends.
　Currier runs out of the room.
　But the man with the glasses is already running out as well.

“--!

　He's fast.
　The man's movement speed is unusually fast.
　Currier chases the man with all his might.
　The great sword thrown by the man gouges and pierces the wall.
　Ira and the rest of the team were astonished at the flying object that suddenly flew by and turned their attention to the man who was approaching.
　Aila and the soldiers each held their weapons while floating around against the man who was closing in on them.
　Currier inwardly clicked his tongue.

''No!　No!

　I put all my energy into getting up to speed.
　The man with the glasses closes in on Ira and the others.
　But Currier finally catches up to them - he has, by the way.

You've finally turned to me, my sweetheart.

　The man flipped around.

"Chi--

　He was lured in.
　Because I was concentrating all my attention on catching up, I couldn't defend myself in time.
　Quickly, he held the Shesho sword.
　He received the man's fist with his sword blade.
　The sword blade is shattered by the fist.
　As it is, the man's fist caught Currier's solar plexus.

''Guh, phew........!

　The sensation of a body floating softly.
　My feet leave the ground.
　The sword, which had lost its blade, spilled out of my hand.
　My insides screamed.

'I totally love this, don't I!　I'm in trouble!

　The man smiles in amusement.

'I love this moment when a woman with a beautiful face contorts her face in agony, I can't get enough of it!　I'm so in love with you.　A strong-minded woman would make me crush even more!　My heart is racing!　After all, these women's entrails must be tortured mercilessly!　Limited, you know!

　Relentlessly, the second blow comes.
　He's not aiming for the kill shot.
　He doesn't intend to kill her immediately.
　While attempting to quickly evade the attack, I put my arms around it in defense.
　Mischief.
　The defending arm makes a creaking sound.
　A heavy pain in my arm continues.
　While distorting her expression in pain, Currier begins to draw a jutsu formula with her right hand.
　The explosive technique.
　The coordinates are the man's face--

　A turning kick lands.

　Aimed at his right side.
　Interruption of the procedure.
　Right elbow down.
　Impact to the elbow.
　Currier bites his teeth with a snap.
　It is unbearable.
　Currier is blown off his body and runs straight into the planting.

Currier!　Oh, how dare you!

　I heard Ira's voice.

　--No,.

　Standing up, feeling numb at the elbow, Currier crawls out of the planting.
　And while catching Ira, who draws the magic formula, in his field of vision, he again fleshes out to the man with the glasses.
　The man turns around with a wicked smile on his face, as if to say he was waiting for you.
　A side-napping fist is released.
　Currier forces his leg a little too hard and stops suddenly in front of the man.
　The capillaries in his legs scream in unison to complain, but it's no use.
　The man's fist cuts through the air with a paperweight.

　A close call.

　Currier took the man's arm that cut the sky.
　It's not thick enough to hold.
　He went straight for the arm - but he couldn't break it.
　The man's arm is stronger than I expected.
　It was instantly determined that it was impossible to break it.
　Currier lowered his stance and avoided the man's outstretched hand to grab it.
　He then stood in front of the man, using him as a wall for Ira and the others.

　He regulated his erratic breathing.
　With the offense and defense so far, I understood that the Four Deadly Disasters were strong enough to live up to their name.
　But most of all I don't have any weapons at hand that I can use.

　What to do.
　Should I ask someone to enter the castle from another location and fetch a holy sword or magic sword?
　No.
　I don't think we can buy that much time.
　Currier stared at the man with the glasses.

　He had been prepared for this, but he hadn't expected the Four Evil Plagues to be as strong as they were.
　On the other hand, the man with the glasses seems to think he's already won.
　From the look of things, he's probably in the process of thinking about how to cook.
　Currier took a glance behind him.
　If he moves poorly, Ira and the others could be in danger.
　What to do.
　What should I do?
　I have no intention of showing mercy to the enemy.
　However, at least for Isla........
　When Currier was having such thoughts.

We'll handle this!　You guys need to get away while you still can!

　On the ramparts.
　Soldiers appeared with bows at the ready.
　And one after another, they shoot arrows at the man with the glasses.
　At the same time, they also release their magic tricks.
　Precise shooting.
　Well trained.
　Surely, they hit the target.
　But

What?

　The bespectacled man moved over the ramparts with blinding speed.
　Depending on the viewer, it might have looked like the man had moved at a moment's notice.
　It was such a leap, and with such speed.
　The bespectacled man held the necks of the two soldiers who were lined up in a row with his arms and restrained them.
　The man then flew, holding the two soldiers, from the city walls to the square.
　The man's expression is a smile.
　He was smiling and laughing.

''d*mn!''

　One of the soldiers struggles.
　But not enough to break the arm of the man with the glasses.

'It goes really fast on a good day, doesn't it?
d*mn it, what--

　Click.
　Landing and at the same time.
　A man snapped the neck of a soldier in his right arm.

"Oh, shit!

　The man who is still breathing struggles with a determined look on his face, trying to get out.
　The other soldiers descend from the tower of the guardhouse into the square in pieces.

"Hey, you!　Let go of Marbeth!
No, you're not helping me!
Beautiful friendships, huh... and that makes me cry.

　Hahaha," the man with the glasses let out a hollow laugh.

You're not going to be able to get rid of it, you know. You guys!

　There was a tremendous sound.
　Is it possible for a person to make such a sound when they are slammed into the stone pavement?
　It was as if lightning had struck nearby.
　Or was it the sound of bones shattering?

　The soldier who had collided with the ground and was being held by his left arm.
　He didn't need to check to see if he was alive or dead.
　His neck had been bent in a new direction by the impact of the slamming impact.
　And again, and again, and again, and again, and again, the man with the glasses kicks the silent corpse.

Now is not the time for you scum to interrupt me, you know!　Aah!　f*ck!　You're a bunch of trash with no sense of humor!　Realize that you are a piece of garbage!　　Aah!　Who the hell do you think you are?　Aaaaaaahhhh!　What the hell is going on out there?　Screw you, you lazy little f*cker!　f*ck you!　f*ck you!

　It was as if a person had changed.
　The bespectacled man kept kicking the corpse while frothing at the corners of his mouth.
　The corpse was in tatters.
　The bizarre scene had left everyone here speechless.

''Ha, ha, ha.........Huh.

　The bespectacled man breathed on his shoulder, correcting the misaligned vines.
　He laughed at the currier and the others as he caught his breath.

'Hey, sorry but this happens to all of us, doesn't it?　When I'm doing something I love and I'm interrupted, I can come like this, pouting. Oh, man. I'm still the most sane person in the world, but sometimes it happens to me. Yeah, it happens when I'm at my best. It's a problem for me, too.

　The bespectacled man chuckled and brushed the sand from his clothes.
　That's not normal, Currier thought.
　Ira behind him was also surprised by the man's leopardopardism, and his face paled.
　The faces of the other soldiers were also stained with fear.

''So, who are you?''
..........
She's not just beautiful. Well it's the smell, it's different. The same is true with the way you just fought. If you look at the details, they're not something you can get from proper training in general.
...to the apocalypse.
Hmm?
I'm from that cesspool, just like you guys. You get it now?
Oh, I see. I see. It finally made sense to me. I knew there was something different about the people I'd been dealing with today. Hmmm, I didn't know I had a junior colleague here. But for someone who grew up in that cesspool--

　The man with the glasses blazed his eyes and sneered.

'I can't help it, it's too transparent.'
What did you say?
She deserves to be smoldered. You've done a great job of keeping that light alive while growing up in that cesspool. I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

　Currier frowns.

'What ... are you saying?'
He's on fire.

　The air of the man with the glasses changes.

'What do you think?　How can I best torment this woman's mind?　The redhead?　If I drop that red-haired woman into an irretrievable state will you turn that unholy rage on me that makes me want to smash her unintentionally?

　The man began to ask himself, his hands twitching.

'Well ... make that red-haired woman's dead flesh eat her belly full until her stomach explodes, or something like that?　No, no, no, that's not good. It's not as if it appeals to the mind. You don't just want to drive them crazy, you want to drive them slowly and mentally... yes, emotion... a poetic emotion is still essential to despair. .....

　The bespectacled man ruffles his hair violently.

'Aaaaah!　You've got the best ingredients in front of you, but you can't decide on the best way to cook them!　Oh, shit!　God d*mn it!　I'm thinking the food is too scarce!　Totally - today is a really, really happy day!

　His hair, stroked back, was frayed and crumpled.
　But the man's face was full of joy.

'Ah!　Unusually, I'm thanking God for that!　I don't care which god!　Hell god, military god, holy god, whatever!　God!　I--Zemeckis Angren, on this day, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart for this encounter!　Today I have a new love again!

　The man's name is said to be Zemeckis, or Zemeckis.
　The man with the glasses - Zemeckis has his hands together and is offering some kind of prayer.
　For some reason, tears were seeping into the corners of his eyes.

''Oh, that's funny.......that guy.''

　Ira said in a frightened voice.
　Currier gives me a glance at the great sword stuck in the wall.

'Isla,'
'What?　What?
When I give the signal, run to the cellar tower.

　The tower of the guardhouse.
　It's where the soldiers on the ramparts showed up earlier.

"Currier?
I'll give you an opening. In the meantime, take shelter from that place. It's probably going to lead up to the top of the ramparts.

　Ira's mouth tightened.

'....Okay.

　Ira nodded divinely.
　And.

Sorry.

　He said.
　Thank God he's a very understanding boy, Currier thought.
　He must have understood after the attack and defense that he just had.
　That he was not far behind that man in his own strength.
　And that his presence in this square had become a stumbling block for Currier Versteen.
　At worst, I was going to tell him clearly, with the resolve to be hated, that he was a liability.

　The last 'I'm sorry'.......probably means 'I'm sorry I couldn't help you'.
　Hmph, Currier sniffs with an air of composure.

''What........the only time I'm useful is at times like this, you know.

　Currier clutches the hilt of the great sword stuck in the castle walls with both hands.

'You're only as good as you're useful.'

　It is indeed heavy.
　But I can't afford to be extravagant.
　With a clatter, a piece of the castle wall falls to the ground.
　And, perhaps in response to that sound, Zemeckis opened his eyes thinly.
　He was muttering something.

''Just for today, just for today, let things happen the way I want them to.......please, please.......''

　Wavering.
　Zemeckis takes a step forward.

'Now!'

　Currier readied his great sword and rushed at Zemeckis.

'Go!'

　Isla and the others run out.
　Zemeckis's gaze turns to Aila and the others.
　Currier takes a breath.

'Currier, it's Versteen!
Hmm?

　Zemeckis' attention comes back to Currier's name.

Name, previous...?　Is that your name ... is that your name?

　He had mentioned something earlier that made me want to know his name.
　I thought that mentioning his name would get his attention, but I guess I was right.

'Oh, yes!　You wanted to know!
'Well it's Currier!　Currier, Currier.................　Yeah, you're right!　We need a name, right!　That's right!　Names are essential to creating emotion!　A man with no name can't look good in a play!

　Zemeckis comes towards him.
　Currier swung his great sword vertically and in a half-moon shape.
　Zemeckis did not move to evasive action.
　He had formed an attack with the assumption that he would be evaded, but his reading was off.

　-- Are you going to receive it?

　Zemeckis caught the blade of the great sword between two fists from both sides.
　Both fists held the blade firmly in place.
　Currier tries to pull the sword out.
　But it doesn't falter.

You don't look good with such a huge sword!

　The blade is cracked.
　And then it shatters, raggedly.
　Currier scoops up the shards of the shattered sword.
　And throws the shards to Zemeckis' face.
　But it was immediately shaken off.

　It's fast.
　This man, after all, is uncommonly fast in his movement and attack speed.
　Currier was also confident in his agility, but Zemeckis's speed was even with his own.......or maybe even more.
　He threw the hilt that had lost its blade at Zemeckis, following him with his eyes as he dropped his stance and dug into his pocket.
　This, too, was swept away without difficulty, but in the meantime, Currier retreated.
　but

-Oh!

　One foot, and it catches up to him.
　Then a storm of blows struck the currier.

'Let's first try to cut down on the will to resist!　But don't be so quick to snap at me!　No, you were chosen because you saw that your heart is not easily broken!　If you break--I won't kill you to the end, so remember that well!

　While dodging the randomly struck fists with a single piece of paper, he looks for an opportunity to counterattack.
　And finally, he finds an opening.
　Without missing the opportunity, Currier delivered a front kick to Zemeckis' knee.
　With a thump, Zemeckis' knee breaks.
　The opponent's stance becomes low.
　He hardens his hand sword.
　The aim is the throat.
　While making an inviting motion with your left hand, you twist your right hand into the throat.
　Instantly.

　Slightly.

　A chill ran down my spine.

'Welcome, Currier Versteyn.

　I let him kick me in the knee, on purpose.
　Bait.
　Lured again.
　Bypassed.
　Even though I'm strangely good at creating a naturalness that doesn't make the bait seem like bait, twice --.

　-- or am I...........................in a hurry?

　My outstretched right arm was grabbed by my left hand.
　The force is so strong that I can't shake it off.

'I haven't had a woman this hard to hit in a long time.

　Zemeckis' right fist dug into Currier's stomach.

''Ugh........!

　His body folds into a splayed position and he falls forward.
　But Zemeckis grabs his head with his right hand and doesn't allow him to lie on the ground.
　Just in time, the skull is tightened up.



　Zemeckis laughed.
　He smiled.

'I got you.'

　I still couldn't get rid of the shock in my stomach.
　The stuff in my stomach was flowing backwards and I felt like I was going to vomit now.
　I can't get the strength back in my body.

'Hmm, nice dress. But--I could do with a little more red.

　Zemeckis said.

'I'd prefer your blood if possible, but I'd like to keep the scar-like wounds as last as possible. I have my own aesthetics, you know. So, let's let the organs do their work. Now, brace yourself and throw up blood, okay?

　Zemeckis puts his left arm through its paces.

'Yeah, if you pass out, there's hell to pay afterwards, right?　Well, I'll force you to wake him up, though.
Ahhh...........!
Currier!

　I hear Ira calling my name.
　Out of the corner of my eye, I see Isla peeking out of the window of the choke house.
　Thank God.
　You got away.
　Just.

I'm doing what...

　If possible, I wanted her to escape to the castle as soon as possible.
　I thought about it when I covered for Fibruk, but after all, Ira has a sweet side that can't let go of his compassion.
　Tsk, Currier clicked his tongue.



　Technique.....
　Move your fingers.
　This is the largest explosive technique that I can use.
　This jutsu is famous in some circles as an incomplete jutsu.
　Essentially, there is a target formula for defining a target point and so on in a jutsu.
　Most ceremonies basically draw this target formula at the end.
　However, this formula has a fatal flaw that it does not work when the target formula is added.
　However, if it was activated without adding the target formula, a powerful explosion would occur in front of the surgeon's eyes.
　It is also a very powerful explosion.
　However, due to its nature, it is often referred to as a self-destructive technique that involves the opponent as well.
　You just have to be prepared to blow yourself up.
　I'm not sure if I'll survive.

　--But at least this guy.

　Curie was determined.

　--Be safe and survive, Cecily Kurohiko.

　Zemeckis swings his left arm over.

'I'm telling you, though?　If you die so easily - don't think you can be a decent corpse, do you?


You are.


!

　The rock that flew in was shaped like a sword.
　The tip was pointed like a spear.
　Without Zemeckis turning around, he smashed the flying object with his left arm.
　And from within, a sword with an art form engraved on it appeared.

　Why?　Why do you people have so much dignity--

　Zemeckis turns his head behind him.
　Approaching is a black shadow.
　He is wearing an azure cloak over the uniform of St. Renowthred School.
　Three white eyes.
　Indigo hair.
　An open, evil smile.
　In his left hand is a holy sword.

''Loki........a?

　Rokia, running in, picks up the fallen magic sword with his right hand.
　And as it is, he brought both swords into the opposite hand as he spun around, and thrust the tip of the blade towards Zemeckis.
　I'm sure you'll be able to find out more about this as well.
　A little blood spurted out of the right hand that grabbed the holy sword.
　The left hand that grabbed the magic sword was eroded by the rock.
　Rokia removed her hands from the hilt of both swords with a smirk.
　And then.

That's a good way to start.
What?

　He smashed Zemeckis' glasses with his swinging fist.



　After bending over, Zemeckis dropped to his knees on the ground.
　Zemeckis released the holy sword he had grabbed, and Zemeckis held his eyes with his hands.
　On the other hand, Rokia, who kicked his opponent's body away, landed cleanly.

''Gu, oh, oh, oh!

　Zemeckis shouts and starts bobbing his left arm, which is wrapped in a rock, while shouting.

''Huhahahahahahaha!　Are you in pain?　That hurt?　That's good, then!　Pain is more horrible to me than death, but it's also proof that I'm alive!　What do you think, Four Wrongs!　Is it wonderful to be alive!
What... what... what... what... what...?
Oh?　Me?

　Kukku," Lokia let out a contained laugh.

''I am the 'Demon King,'''

　After stripping off the cloak that she wears, Rokia gently let go of the cloak she was holding onto.

It's a good thing that you're able to get the most out of this article. Hmm, you have a high head. You are the one who knows what you are, the four evil ones.

　A gust of wind blows and the cloak rises into the air.

''Wha........what?''

　And.

Heh-ha-ha....

　Rokia blurted out.

'Huh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!'

　Rokia leans back and laughs loudly.

''What a look on your face, Four Evil Plagues!　You're supposed to be laughing!　Now I don't know what to think of that one, but you're about to laugh!　Ah!

　I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

I'm sure you'll be able to find it in a lot of ways. I'm sure you'll be able to find it.

　Rokia stuck out her tongue as her eyes were wickedly peeled back.

'I would ask you to leave, Grandfather.