Vol 2 Chapter 5.2 (2/2)

The swarthy skin, beautiful silver hair, and slightly pointed ears which differed from a human’s.

Her features were pretty, however… her impression was somehow cold.

And then, albeit striking――her b.l.o.o.d.y eyes stared in this direction.

「De… mon…」

In a hoa.r.s.e voice, Lim squeezed those words out of her mouth.

「――Ow… I knew I was rash… Luna…?」

After glancing this way, the other party calmly extracted the arrows that were sticking out of her body and searched around.

She seemed to be looking for her mount.

Having heard what Lim uttered, ‘demon’, I took an alert stance and concentrated my focus on the other party.

――Stupid… that…

This… is bad…

A s.h.i.+ver ran down my spine as a silhouette ran past my side――It was Lim.

「How dare you… My village, how dare you――」

「Foo… come here! Lim!」

That was probably the strongest and the fastest I had seen her. The fury of Lim.

There was Magic Power Conversion, too, supplementing her attack power.

However, her opponent blocked that fist strike.

With one hand at that.

「Hou… I thought you were a midge, but you seem to be hotblooded.」

It was a cold voice that didn’t make one feel the undulating sensation.

The spear, which she was wielding in one hand, at Lim――――

「――Hey. What do you think you’re doing to my companion…?」

A metallic clank resounded.

My sword and the opponent’s spear screeched… and repelled each other.

The shock ran up my arm… Was I just pushed back…?

Is that the physical ability gap between races? It’s no joke.

Despite my relying on the skill…

In an instant, the opponent’s eyes turned increasingly cold. It was creating an illusion as if the temperature had gone down.

「…Lim, take Rook and fall back. To be honest, her level is far apart from yours.」

There was no reply, but somehow, she seemed to have understood.

She must have realized the difference in ability with that one strike moments ago.

「To kill you… I will have to crack a few joints, it seems.」

「Please wait a moment. Even though you are a demon, you and your mount are injured, no? I can use healing magic somewhat. So, if I treat your injuries, would you please return quietly?」

「Before that… I’ll cause some harm your way…」

「T-that’s…」

「Oh well. Even if it weren’t the case, I wouldn’t ever show my back to a human being. Also, I have no intention of accepting charity.」

Is there no other way out?

d.a.m.n! The only advantage I had was that the opponent was slightly injured.

Demon, huh?

It didn’t look good.

Focusing once more on the opponent, I strongly grasped the hilt of my darling sword, Noir.

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Name: Alba ・Mewt

Race: Demon

Age: 20

Job: Reconquistador of the Attack (Attack Reconquista)

Unique: Great Talent Precocity

Skill(s)

・An Evangelion to the Servant (Servant Reinforce) Lv3 (77/150)

・Monster Tame Lv4 (23/500)

・Archery Lv3 (135/150)

・Spear Arts Lv3 (112/150)

・Body Arts Lv3 (98/150)

・Fire Magic Lv3 (113/150)

・Wind Magic Lv3 (105/150)

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