Chapter Chapter 22: RATH 22 TL: Eevee (1/2)
RATH 22
TL: Eevee
3. And so the story begins. (6)
#6 Their story: the story of the hero(air) that gets pretty much no more screentime until he gets called a hero.
“Kuaaak!”
“No, no…”
“Hiik!”
Pathetic sounds of despair are coming from our mouths. Even that No.1000’s taking horrified steps backwards.
As that hand rose ever so slightly No.17 screamed and used the Blink magic she learned purely for evasion to use me as a shield.
“Damn it!”
Ahhh. Instructor, instructor!
I was foolish. The instructor was not a devil but an angel! When are you coming back?!
“Hoho, if you’re going to stay so defensive then you’ll have a hard time? And although I’m saying this again, even if this thing is barely guardable against, the moment you meet the metal bat even guarding is impossible, you know?”
We couldn’t run from the devil that approached us with a smile.
Even if he says that, that bat alone is a struggle to block. The moment it makes contact my sword ki is disrupted and an unrejectable pain comes riding up my sword into my body.
If that devil is right and there’s a higher level weapon above that thing then how the hell are you supposed to block that?!
“Kuurk, everyone dodge!”
“Damn it Surtr, block it!”
The one that was resummoned every time the cooldown time on the summon ran out, the one that was once an archdevil but was now a simple meat shield, Surtr, came out.
“Don’t, don’t come! Don’t come near me you evil god’s apostle!”
Even Surtr with his giant crimson body was shaking in fear. Even his face is paling white.
To think it would even force an archdevil from hell into submission! This thing has already long surpassed the devil’s weapon.
“Hoho, mister archdevil. Why are you acting like that, you’re cramping your style.”
-Kuaaaaaaaghh!
Ahh… Surtr was desummoned while screaming in pain.
Even if we treat him like the local runt he’s still one of the famous archdevils of hell.
And that being was desummoned in a single hit!
“What a weak meat shield. In our era we threw our nearby comrades, because of that I got hit a lot since I was the weakest.”
“Hiik!”
“Da, damn it!”
The devil smiled as he lightly swung the bat around. But No.1000, why are you looking at us like that. You’re not thinking of throwing us at him all of a sudden right?
Gulp.
I swallow dryly as my body quivered in fear. True, there’s no way that all three of us can survive.
Someone needs to take a beating so the other two can survive.
And the most important thing is… that said one person just needn’t be me…
“Coordinate Transfer?”
Eh?
“So you’re the sacrifice?”
“Number Seventteeeeeeeeennn!”
“I still haven’t forgotten about that day! So make it up with your body!”
Damn it, what problem was she doing this to me for? Is it that? The time at the very beginning where I chained her up because I wanted to eat? Was she still remembering that?
“Justice served.”
“Uiiiiiiik!”
Seeing the hand rise up I lifted my sword. But even if I block that the shock is sent straight through into me, and the moment my legs give out in pain, game over.
A desperate situation.
To I who was waiting for the hour of pain to come again, a ray of light came to me.
-Pshee to think of it I’ve broken into the instructor’s personal quarters once, haven’t I?
“Are there similar installations to what are in the instructor’s room?”
“Ah, so you’ve been into the instructor’s room? Then that makes it simpler. The instructor spends more time in his office than in his room, so the defenses in his office are stronger.”
Wow. His room was bad enough but his office is worse. Just what the heck did the instructor do in his office?
With those questions in mind, when we went into the office the devil started fiddling around the office.
With a few movements that carried the ease of long practice, starting from metal shutters coming down over the windows, and I heard something click and lock with a screech.
“Now, this place is probably the safer than the room of the boss of the organization.”
“Have the functions been activated?”
“Indeed. And this space is filled with special dwarven-made traps. Now all we have to do is look for the escape route that the instructor made somewhere around here.”
“Dwarven-made?! You mean that contraptions that might be used in the imperial palace are installed here?”
“Ah, that’s just because the instructor is an honorary elder among the dwarves so that’s nothing to be surprised about.”
“That’s the thing we should be the most surprised about?!”
As No.17 said horrified, I was horrified too.
What kind of race are the dwarves!
The emperor’s throne is dwarven made, the Sword Star’s sword is dwarven made, and rumour is that some noble plans to gift a dwarven weapon for the duke’s birthday to suck up to him! Dwarves, the targets of many a rumour!
But the majority of them are lies!
Meeting a dwarf is hard enough, meaning to get a weapon from them is even exponentially harder!
And somehow the instructor is a honorary elder.
What does it mean to be an Elder of the dwarves?
Even the dwarven king is selected by these elders, and consisting of no more than 36 even when all 12 tribes are gathered together, it’s the highest title among the dwarven race.
And throughout history there has been no one from another race that had the title of honorary elder, and a human of all things is one!
And that kind of talent was hiding in an evil organization!
Just what the heck did the instructor used to do?!
But it seemed that our horror was of no cause for concern to the devil and No.1000.
Pretending to listen to us the devil searched the bookshelves, pushing the buttons beneath the desk, and sometimes jumping up and down on the floor, No.17 broke out of her shock and asked.
“Dev… no, temporary instructor, what do you think has happened?”
“Uwaak!”
“Oh, sorry. For the record, some traps could activate so be sure to dodge them.”
No.17’s immediately ducked down away from the arrows that were shot at her without warning, and at the same time the floor underneath me vanished.