As if Aldis's actions were a provocation, the enemy cavalry squeezed the enclosure and thrust their spears out from all sides.

　Before the tip of the spear could reach them, Aldis dived into the bosom of the horsemen in front.
　He used his free left hand to strike the strange horseman at his throat, and the horseman, unable to bear the pain, flailed and shook off the soldier in the saddle.

　As he mercilessly reaps the fallen soldier's life, Aldis kicks the rider in the stomach from the side and taunts him.
　The horse, which had no one to control it, couldn't help but run in the direction of the day after tomorrow, causing confusion to the situation around it.

　It is a mistake to try to surround a single person with cavalry that is not suited to fighting in a fray by nature.
　If they were trying to surround him, it would be much more effective to dismount and surround him on foot.
　But the reality of the battlefield is that you can't dismount your horse so easily.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for when you're on your own.

　He changed direction with the recoil of kicking the horse's side as he leapt and slaughtered the cavalrymen behind him with a single swing, kicking their bodies off the horse as he pounced in a different direction again.
　The way it bounced around, changing directions to the right and left, reminded me of a wild bird that had accidentally wandered into a house.

　Naturally, the bird that is bouncing around is not just a wild bird.
　It's an extremely dangerous bird of prey, equipped with a vicious, blow-by-blow sword strike in its beak.

d*mn!　A little trickle!

Where are they?

　The horsemen, unable to follow Aldis's movements, are now beginning to feel the turmoil of their horses through the reins.
　The enemy, straddling a horse that is out of control, is an easy prey for Ardis.

'What are you doing!　There's only one of them!

　A voice of scolding flew from the cavalrymen who seemed to be the enemy's commander, but the situation proved that it was futile.

　Each time Ardis defeated the enemy, the number of weapons that lost their handles increased.
　They became deadly hands that attacked the soldiers by the invisible hand of Aldis, and in a turn of events, they slashed at their former compatriots.

''My sword--!　Are you saying I'm alive?!

　The enemy soldiers, who don't know anything about sword magic, are unable to understand the situation that is happening in front of them, and all they can do is draw their long swords and deal with it, trying to protect themselves from the danger that is coming towards them.

　Even though he has the strength that would be able to cut a few of them off with Ardis from the front, he can't even properly prevent them from doing so in such a situation.
　Every time Ardis's Sotensaika fluttered, its sword blade reflected the light of the shining sun, and in the next moment it produced a red splash.

''What are the troops who sent it around doing!

　An irritated voice rises from inside the enemy cavalry.

I can't see him, but he's fighting something!

'd*mn!　Does this mean that there are other enemies who use this face-saving technique!

　Even though it was clear that the troops that were trying to come around to the left and right from the rear were fighting something, the people they were fighting were far smaller flying swords compared to the cavalry. It would be impossible for the cavalry at the front to see them.

　Naturally, they seemed to have come to the idea that there were multiple users of techniques like Ardis, and that they were dealing with the troops in the rear.
　It is likely that they could not imagine that this was done by Ardis alone.

　It's not just a matter of time before you'll be able to get your hands on a new one.
　Visibility is difficult for Ardis as well, but he can get a rough idea of their position by detecting the presence of magic power.

(You can't aim for gaps in his armor, though: ......)

　Just as he had done against Whips in the Caucasian Forest, he was confident that he could do it with his senses, even if he couldn't use his swordsmanship, but he could do it with his senses if it was just to stick a flying sword into a target.

(And there's only the enemy if his aim is a little off anyway.)

　For Aldis, the situation is one where just flying his weapons into the dense crowd of enemies at random is enough to get the results of the battle.
　As he added more weapons to the enemy cavalry he had killed, Aldis increased his attacking moves even more.

　Of course, the more blades he manipulates, the less detailed control he has over them.
　In fact, Ardis can only manipulate its movements to the fullest extent of 20 blades at most.
　Beyond that, he can only move as much as he can against an average swordsman.

　But in this situation, the most important thing is to stop the enemy's legs.
　Even though there are many enemies, they are still troops that are trying to move in formation at high speed.

(A slap on the nose would be enough.)

　We can slow them down a bit at the head of the line, and that will slow them down as a unit. There was no need to halt all the cavalry.

　As for the enemy cavalrymen who are leading the charge of the detachment, they are in for a treat as they are attacked by dozens of weapons all at once.
　Moreover, they are not dealing with humans or beasts, but with a mass of matter that has no pain or fear.
　Even soldiers in the armed forces have never experienced such a battle, assuming an opponent that attacks them without fear or confusion, trying to reap their lives in a straight line - no, it is because they are soldiers in the armed forces that they have never experienced such a battle.

　Even if you attacked the flying sword itself, the opponent would neither flinch nor be injured.
　It just wavered for a moment in its movement.

　Since the spear handle was made of wood, it could be cut off if the sword was swung through.
　But what would that amount to?

　Even if the hilt is broken or cut off, the edge of the spearhead remains intact.
　A spear with the hilt cut off would look just like an odd G-shaped sword, but it would be no less dangerous.

　Even a simple thrust or cleave would be difficult to prevent if launched from multiple blades at the same time.
　No matter how elite the cavalry are, they only have two arms.

　Overall, the enemy is overwhelmingly outnumbered.
　However, the leading group of the two squads that had tried to move separately would feel as if they were surrounded by flying swords that were far more numerous than they were.

　In a very small area, Aldis would use its numerical advantage to twist the enemy with all its strength.
　An enemy cavalryman, receiving a thrust from all sides, flicked the blow with his long sword and barely dodged the other blow.
　But that was as far as it went. The remaining two blows are received by its body without the means to play off the remaining two blows or the time to dodge, and it sinks into the rough earth.

　At the same time, it was also the moment Ardis gained a new blade.
　Every time he defeated an enemy, the number of weapons Aldis controlled increased.
　The more they fought, the more they defeated the enemy, the more the enemy's strength decreased and the more Ardis' strength increased.

　If the cavalry at the front of the unit fell into a state of battle, the cavalry behind them would inevitably be forced to slow down as well.
　A fellow cavalryman on the ground would become an obstacle, and their weapons would attack them from beside him.

　The enemy cavalry finally stopped their riders in their dismay at the incomprehensible situation and the strange enemy attacking them, and they finally stopped their horses' legs.
　The horsemen in the rear, who were trying to deploy to the left and right, were overcome by the myriad of weapons in the air, and those who were trying to break through to the front by Aldis himself.

　The cavalrymen who stopped to take their feet off the ground were unable to make use of even half of their abilities.

　From that point onward, it was Ardis's own battleground.

''I thought we were under siege!

'A siege?　You don't know what you're talking about!　There's only one enemy!

　Another cavalryman thunders at the cavalryman who mouthed something unintelligible.
　But this is not a mere lie.

　The fact is that Aldis is the only one fighting them here, but in some ways his numbers are surpassing those of the enemy.
　The leader of the cavalry was halted in his tracks, and the cavalrymen who tried to deploy from the rear to the left and right were stuck in the middle of the field because they were unable to get going.
　The cavalrymen's sense of describing that state of affairs as being besieged would be admirable.

　The weapons Aldis controlled already exceeded five hundred, and they would continue to increase as they defeated the enemy.
　With this number of weapons, he could no longer make them move in what looked like a swordfight.

　I'm sure you'll be able to find a few flying swords to operate, while at the same time, the rest of the blades are lined up in an orderly line like soldiers in formation under the commanding officer's orders, thrusting towards the enemy in unison.
　But on this occasion, that was enough.

　The enemy cavalry fell one by one, killed by the rush and speed of their greatest weapon, and attacked by a number of weapons that jumped on them simultaneously without hesitation.
　Already, the form had begun to reverse.





　It was only for a short time that I had a narrow escape from death.
　Once again, it was a desperate situation, and Eleanor was prepared to die this time.

What the hell was that?

　How in the world could that be?
　We were not in a battle covered in blood and humiliation, but rather we were on the sidelines, stunned by the scene unfolding in front of us.

　The first thing that the black-haired boy unleashes is the rainbow-colored bow, Rite Cuor Lo Verne, which is said to be used by only a few sorcerers.
　This alone is astonishing, but just before the arrows of light were released, more than ten of them suddenly appeared in the midst of the enemy, the Purgatory Flame 《Ferno Resta Ganov》.
　I didn't ask who released the arrows, but at least none of us were chanting magic to our own students or the soldiers of the message.

''What was that?''

　If the black-haired boy who was called Ardis really has substandard abilities like Kirill says, 'Even if I were to take on a bunch of a hundred people, I wouldn't be able to match him,' then it would be an overthrow to think that it was magic exercised by him.

　That's when the rainbow-colored bow was released, "The rainbow-colored bow "lithe cuor lo verne".

　The 'rainbow-colored bow' changes the number of arrows released depending on the skill of the surgeon.
　As far as Eleanor knows, the average number of arrows is around ten.
　According to records, the maximum number confirmed in the past was twenty-eight arrows.
　However, the number of arrows of light shot in front of him was definitely more than a hundred.

'What the hell was that?' ......

　While the "Purgatory Flame 《Ferno Resta Ganov》 exploded and explosive flames covered the field of view, more than a hundred "rainbow-colored bows" landed as if they had been aimed well.
　Just activating multiple advanced magic at the same time is beyond Eleanor's common sense, but manipulating different magic to match it and overlapping the timing of attacks is no longer a level of astonishment.

　A skill so advanced and brilliant that the magic I've learned so far seems like a child's play.
　I didn't think I was dreaming, and when I pinched my cheek, a certain pain replied to it.

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　It is true that rumors reached Eleanor's ears that the "Three Powerful Demon Defeaters" were young mercenaries, but as expected, she didn't expect that he was a boy of the same age as her.

　If he was the 'Three Great and Powerful Demon Defeaters', then he could understand that Kirill's words were not exaggerated.
　But if one actually witnessed the battle, the reality was far more than that.

　As soon as he realized that his magical attacks were ineffective, he mumbled in a tone that sounded as if he had no choice, and he even manipulated the weapons of the enemy soldiers he had just defeated to wage an unbelievable battle.
　He himself drew his sword and stood in front of the enemy, while floating around him with a flying sword that he had manipulated with his sword magic, and held back an enemy that seemed to be on the verge of reaching 1,000 horsemen all by himself.

　It was a very strange scene.
　A single sorcerer was fighting against an enemy a thousand times his size on equal footing - or, rather, superiority.

　It's only natural that it seems to be in a dream world, or in another dimension.
　Beside Eleanor, who was about to pinch her cheeks again, a classmate who had come to the same idea preceded her.

'It hurts ......'

　I turned my head to the side at the sound of his voice and found Rae standing there, palming her reddened cheeks.
　Apparently, he couldn't help but pinch his own cheeks too to see if it was a dream or reality.

'It wasn't a dream, was it?'

　Eleanor asks Rae, who is watching Aldis' battle with a complicated expression on her face.

'Hey, isn't that still amazing?

　Of course, Eleanor did not ask about the magic.
　It's not about the magic, but about Ardis's swordsmanship, which is surrounded by enemy cavalry all around, yet continues to fight in all directions.

　It's clear that Ardis' magic is substandard, but as an amateur swordsman, Eleanor is unable to judge the extent of his abilities.

　Of course, to be able to continue to fight with such a large number of enemies, it would be impossible to do so without extraordinary ability.
　But how great it really is, it is still impossible to measure for Eleanor, who has only a short measure of swordsmanship.

"Amazing,

　Rai's answer is succinct.
　Rai's answer was succinct, but he was soon corrected.

"No, it's not amazing. No, it's not amazing, it's a monster.

　Rae's eyes were not filled with awe, but with a different color.
　Eleanor could see envy, jealousy and frustration in it.

''He's on the same level as my uncle - or maybe even more.

That monster uncle of yours I was telling you about?

Yeah, that's a bit of a misnomer, but there's a website called ....... Well, that's your uncle.

　Thinking of his uncle, who was said to be terrible, Rae smiles a little bitterly.

　While exchanging words like that, enemy cavalrymen are falling one after another around Ardis.
　If you notice, the number of weapons floating around them has also increased proportionately.
　After countless swords flew through the air and moved like trained soldiers, I could only laugh dryly anymore.

　It's too different in dimension.

　Rai, standing next to me, seemed to have the same thought.

It's amazing. I mean, it's terrible. Is he really a magician?　Even a swordsman in his day job can't beat that one: ......

　Responding to Rai's buttocks, Kirill interjects, "I think there's a misunderstanding.

It's the people around you that call you a sorcerer, and I've never heard the word 'sorcerer' from Aldis-san's own mouth.

　Eleanor immediately refutes Kirill's words, which she hadn't expected to hear.

''Huh?　Wait, wait, wait, wait, Kirill!　Because of all the magic she could do.　If you're not a sorcerer, what do you say?!

'You're not a sorcerer, you're a swordsman.　--No, no, Kirill, that's not right. Aside from the issue of being able to use magic, if you're a swordsman, why aren't you wearing a single piece of armor?　Why bother going unprotected?

　Rae continued to question him.

'If you ask me why, I'll tell you why ....... I can only say it's because you're Mr. Aldis.

　The answers to these questions were far from convincing to the people who asked them, as well as to the people who were asked.
　Kirill's expression of resignation as he spoke his answer was one of resignation.

　Each one of them had their own expression of inexplicability, and the three of them all looked at each other and saw a wisteria-colored robe fluttering across the turbulent battlefield.
　Every time it moved significantly, the enemy's cavalry diminished in number and instead the number of flying swords floating in the air increased.

　It was an unreal sight to see one person fighting against an army.
　It was hard for hordes of people to believe that they were actually witnessing this, and while still feeling as if they were dreaming, Eleanor asked a simple question.

'Hey Kirill. Is that girl really human?

'Yeah, I think so. I know how you feel, but I'm human. ...... maybe.

　Kirill's own mixed feelings seem to be evident when he adds a final blurb and a few additional words at the end.

　Naturally, Eleanor and the others were not the only ones watching the scene of the battle unfolding in front of them in disbelief.
　The other students here were even more shocked than Eleanor and the others.

''He's controlling all those swords all by himself?''

'There will be more!　How in the world is this going to increase!

"We're not talking about a hundred or two!

　Their common sense is being overturned and even blown away by the way Aldis fights, which seems to be taking place in some other dimension.
　The situation was so unrealistic that they forgot that they were even in the middle of the battlefield and watched the battle.

　The weapons Aldis controls are probably about half sword and half spear.
　But many spears have their handles cut off, and the flying tip of the remaining spear looks like a distorted sword.
　It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're going to do if you're not going to be able to make a good impression.

''It's no wonder there were five hundred, no ...... thousand of them.

　Of course there would be weapons that would become useless in a battle.
　Still, if each of the enemy's soldiers had one long sword and one spear, it would simply bring under Aldis's control a weapon that was twice as many as the number of enemies he had defeated.

　More than half of the enemy cavalry had already been struck down, and Aldis' surroundings were filled with soldiers and horsemen lying on the red earth.
　It was indeed impossible to count the countless swords flying in the air, and one could only guess at the number of them.

　One of the students overheard Eleanor's words and blurted out.

''A thousand, swords ....... A thousand swords ...... sorcerer.

　Despite the fact that it was a part of the battlefield that could never be described as tranquil, those words strangely stayed in the ears of Eleanor and the others.