An act of war by the demon race taking place at the Great Holy Prayer Place.

　Thirty people who were mixed in with the Knights and Astaire religion. And new demon tribes that had been guided from the outside also appeared one after another. Those who had shifted in more than one, or walked directly to us.

　Those were certainly not suspected, so they waited for the opportunity while building up their magic power for this day.

　In terms of numbers, there were a hundred of them.

　In contrast, the knights of the human race numbered about a thousand. However, the ones called elite are about a hundred among them, as well as the demon race, and most of them are knights to carry the fallen during prayers, or to act as intermediaries in the event of a dispute, or to organize the square.

　This is the first time for some of them to work with a sword in their hands.

　The knight's side, which is outnumbered, is gradually being pushed back.

　They can't compete with the demons who have multiple magical powers.

　You can find a lot of people who have a lot more than just a few.

''Oh, you're ......!

　Luilde, who was also a representative of the demon race, looked in astonishment.

　Ziad.

　You should already be wary of the human race under Yousef.

　It's a monster that can fill the enhanced magical power of the demon tribe with even more magical power - a monster that surpasses the enhanced magical power of the demon tribe.

''Good.''



　As he let out a shout as if he was cleaning the room, Jide grabbed Luilde's face and knocked her down, breaking the wall as he did so.

　Literally, the wall broke like tofu with just the force of his throwing it down.

　Unable to even utter a word, Luilde sank down creating an unintended crater in the ground as it was. He didn't get up from it.

''Well, what happened to the main thing?''

　Leaving the donning enemies (demons) and allies (knights and followers) around him alone, he looked at the fight between Yusef and Phil with a sideways glance.


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　Phil and Yousef, descending from their battered pedestal, were engaged in an inhuman battle in the center of the building.

　Movement was impossible to catch with the eye, and all you could see was a stunned blue and brown object coming and going.

　But few would even be able to see them in the first place.

　Because every time they move, dust and debris are flying in the wind pressure as if a storm has come. If you see them by accident, you'll see them.

　To begin with, though, the only person who could afford to be there is Jeed.

　That's why only Jide was reading it.

　What would happen in the main battle that would affect this battle situation.

　Speed, power, in every aspect, Phil is far more pushed.

　Above all, there is an overwhelming difference in magic power.

　High quality magic power can strengthen the nerves, the body. The most important thing is the ability to use advanced magic.

　It's easy to overturn a battle situation with a single piece of magic.

　It's even in a one-on-one situation like this.

　If you have a sword on the ground at your feet, it will consume a step's worth of hesitation and movement.

　If you release even a single ray of light, you can take away their vision.

　And yet.

''Why!''

　Gillis gritted his teeth.

　It was out of frustration.

'What do you mean by why?'

　Yusuf mocks him for being a fool.

　He's trying to get Phil to say that he understands his intentions.

'Why don't you use ...... magic!

Oh, that's what I'm talking about.

The white-hot ......!

　Yusuf hadn't used any magic in his fight with Phil.

　That was clearly a tame move on Phil.

'Because it's a waste, right?　There's a fight ahead.

'Battle,' you say ......?

Yeah. That guy over there, Jade or something, and then the rescue party that's coming here. We have a magic item with a built-in transference to get away, but we have to slaughter those people who are running away, and that's going to take some time.

You! ......!

　Phil has multiple anger issues.

　The premise of defeating him, and on top of that, the fact that Zied is in his sights, and that he will slaughter more than the time it takes for the Knights to arrive.

'The suspicious behavior has been noticeable for some time!　Even before you rose to prominence in Astaireism, powerful priests died suspicious deaths: ......!　Lady Soria's parents were also attacked by ......!

　Youssef's cheeks twitch with each word Phil says.

　It's as if he's listening to an interesting story.

　That lick and rotten attitude makes Phil even more passionate.

"So you were all evil!

I don't need to tell you that. You're right, it's me. That was a very manageable organization. They were a bunch of dumbasses who put their faith in a goddess.

"-- one more year ...... or even a few more months of what would have brought you down from your current position ......!

　Phil swings his sword. The sound of slicing wind follows.

　But Yusuf took it without a care in the world and grabbed it.

'That's what's wrong with the Holy Republic. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of this.

There's a--

　Phil is grabbed and strains to pull out the unmoving sword.

　But it doesn't move.

　He instantly judges that much and abandons the sword.

　The first thing you need to do is to use your thunderbolt-clad fist to poke at Yusuf's abdomen.

　It's a power that could originally shatter iron.

　The ground also shook as it actually buzzed with a bang.

　However, Yousef does not have a scratch on him.

You can't get away from it.　...... You're making me laugh a lot. You only earned the grand title of 'Swordsman' because you were following Soria and had some ability.

You can go to .......

　Phil tried to argue with something, but Yusuf's kick hit him in the side of the head.

　A blow that was too heavy.

　I was forced to be thrown to the wall as it was open.

...... or haha ......!

　The air in his body escapes from too much of a shock.

　In Phil's hazy vision, what he saw was Yusef tossing a silvery white sword - and a man looking into his face.

'Dead?　Oh, you're alive. That's tough.

The......d ......

　Phil managed to utter the man's name in a faltering breath.