Volume 3 Chapter 46 (2/2)

The leg of the man who was about to apply healing jumped up. It was because he was. .h.i.t on the b.u.t.tocks.

—BANG.

“AAAAAAH!!!”

Next, his other leg was shot.

“G.o.ddammit! G.o.dDAMMIT!!! WHY ONLY ME!! STOP IT!”

The man fainted, in tears, nose dripping, and drooling in agony from the pain he had never experienced before.

The terror was contagious. This was a warning from Chrisse that she could torment all the men in the forest, including Gigi to death in the same way if she so chose—through the man who fainted in agony in front of their eyes. She had plenty of reasons to want to do that.

The men’s morale visibly dropped.

With cold sweat running through his brow, Gigi thought about a question.

(How could she accurately figure out our positions and launch attacks in the dark night without starlight?)

There was no sign of her looking for them with magic. They also didn’t use magic so they shouldn’t have been detectable…

(!? That’s right! She could have simply figured our positions out by eyesight!?)

Gigi knew. Chrisse’s eyesight and night vision was outstandingly high even among vampires. She was a talent, a prodigy, a genius who once shot down a fruit bat dancing in the dark night using a bow. Now that she has that invisible long range magic attack device, she was like a fish in water.

Gigi was at last filled with terror right through to the core.

(Ojousama has no talent!? You’ve got to be kidding me! She’s more of a problem than Master!)

Dan Gate Vlad was strong. However, strong is all he was. If Gigi had to fight Dan face to face, he would run away with all his might.

If he ran away and hid himself, he didn’t have to worry about getting killed. He was proud to possess the strength to be able to run away from Dan—from an A-ranked magician, a rank that only a few geniuses were able to reach.

(But Ojousama’s ability—her strength is more than that…!)

From a long range and without any magic that could be sensed, she could deliver an attack that carried instant death. He would never know when he would die! No matter how strong he was, the moment he stopped running his head could crack open like a red strawberry being smashed.

In other words, when it comes to facing Chrisse, there was nothing else to do but s.h.i.+ver in fear of not knowing when he would be killed, even if he could run away. It was obvious which one is more fearsome.

Not only Gigi, his subordinates also became aware of that truth, and trembled. They did not know how soon she would pierce holes through their heads on a whim.

The hands of a G.o.d of death gently caressed the faces of everyone there.

The clouds parted and starlight shone through like a spotlight, illuminating one corner of the forest. Under that light, Chrisse Gate Vlad was standing, holding her M700P. Her distance from Gigi and his men was over 200 meters.

Hugging the M700P, she moved her throat that can’t speak because of trauma, moving her lips as if singing a song.

Her voice could not be heard. The men there were simply captivated by her, and stopped in their tracks.

Chrisse continued moving her throat and lips.

Gigi and his men didn’t know. The song she was singing to herself right now was something taught by Lute, the [Rifleman’s Creed] chanted by the United States Marine Corps.

In his previous life, Hotta Youta—Lute was weak in English. However, he was entranced by this [Rifleman’s Creed] and worked with all his might to memorize it.

Then when he recited it to Chrisse, she was strangely captivated by it and memorized it as well. She could not release her voice because of trauma, but she concentrated on chanting this [Rifleman’s Creed], insisting that she be able do so accurately.

She chanted.

This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine

My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life

My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will……

My rifle and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit……

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will keep my rifle clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will

Before G.o.d, I swear this creed. My rifle and I are the defenders of my family. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life

So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy

A young girl who could bestow death upon them sang soundlessly.

They had no idea what the young girl was whispering. Her blonde hair sparkled beautifully under the starlight, her innocent childlike face was lovely, rousing one’s protective instincts. But she was holding in her arms a pitch-black magic weapon that could turn them into lumps of meat in an instant, hugging it tenderly like it was her own child.

White and Black. Light and Darkness. Life and Death.

The scene in that place was fantastic, giving them visions of all the world being in that place. It was awe-inspiring.

“HYAAAAAAAAA!!!”

Unable to hold back his fear, one of the men turned tail and broke into a run.

“L, like I’m letting myself get killed! This isn’t worth however much they’re paying me!”

He used body strengthening at full power on his legs, aiming to break out of the forest, but…

—BANG!

“GAAAAA!”

Chrisse mercilessly shot out his b.u.t.tocks from behind. No matter how much he used body strengthening, it wasn’t a technique that could outrun a bullet at twice the speed of sound.

Chrisse yanked the bolt. Clink—the empty ammo cartridge fortuitously struck a stone buried on the ground, sounding the ending bell of the match.

Thick clouds once again hid the starlight. Chrisse’s figure melted, disappearing into the darkness.

There was a brief silence. Taking this as a chance, another of Gigi’s men made a reckless attempt to run away.

“…… GYAAAA!!!”

He tried to run swiftly like an arrow using body strengthening, and yet Chrisse’s bullet pierced his abdomen as if drawn there by a thread. Chrisse will not allow anyone to run from this place.

Furthermore, the popping sound came from a greater distance than before. Even while retreating, Chrisse was giving them an angry glare.

*huff* *huff* *huff*

Gigi’s and his men’s breathing became short and rough. The cause was the fear they felt.

It was clearly not a game of tag they’re bound to win. They were cleverly led down to the monster’s mouth—to a place of death.

(But, we’re not defeated yet. If we could pin down madam in the end then it would be our win.)

So long as she was wearing the magic prevention choker, Gigi and the others could find out Seras’ whereabouts any time.

(First we should somehow get out of here. Then find out madam’s location and launch an attack—)

Gigi pulled together his battered down emotions, and switched his thoughts over.

As he was thinking about how to escape the forest, a light exploded high in the sky. Unknown to Gigi, this was Lute’s signal to Chrisse to withdraw, saying that [the collar is off].

After a short while, Chrisse’s presence vanished completely. It was about 30 minutes later that Gigi and his men realized this fact.

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