125 [2-59] 摘み手の初陣 (1/2)

”Yeah!

I'm not sure what to make of this.

This is a great way to make sure that you don't get caught in the middle of the action.

However, she had to pull the ball back to her hand and hold it. The second wave attacked in the nick of time.

The vampires, claws and fangs bared, attacked, hoping to turn Katherine into one of them.

”Come on!

A one-armed knight waved a holy water-soaked rod.

The vampires who try to attack Catherine are blown away by the blow that swings around her body, holding her under the armpit.

”I can't hold on much longer!　Not yet!

I see a door behind the statue!

When the statue moves to the side from its original position, there is a peeling lattice door hidden behind its legs. A faint breeze blew in from behind.

The door was half open, but tightly closed. The solid latticed door had a lock on it.

Where's the key?

”He must have it!　I'm a cousin of the Marquis or something, and he's got the key!

...... Whoa!

In the event that you've got a lot of time and energy, you'll be able to take advantage of it.

I thought I was going to die.

”I can't watch ......!　I can't watch !　You, come on!

Two of the servants who had been working on the statue stepped forward as if they were frustrated by the dangerous fight.

Give it to me!　I'm more powerful than you.

I'm more powerful than you.” ”Well, if that's the case, I'd rather use your ...... than mine.

Don't worry, they'll switch.

The two squires took over the weapons from the ship's knight and Catherine and began to wield them with all their might.

It's not surprising that they are more powerful than a wounded knight or an eleven-year-old girl, no matter how inexperienced they are in combat. The vampires couldn't even get close to her, and she fell to the ground.

Keys, please!

Yes!

When she was free, Catherine thrust her hand into the clothes of the man who said he was the Marquis' cousin. She could feel and smell the blood, but she wasn't so sickened by it. My head felt like it was burning white and I was paralyzed.

In the pocket of her pants, stained with blood and holy water, Catherine fumbled for something that looked like it and pulled it out.

There it is!

”Yes!

The one-armed knight raises his fist and then looks down at the corpse as if he's noticed something.

”Hey, can you use his clothes ......?

I'll make one!　I'll make one just like it!

I'll help you!

I'll help you!” The maids jumped out from the women who were frozen and trembling in the back of the chapel.

They deftly stripped the man of his clothes, bound him with altar straps and belts, and began to make a weapon similar to the one Catherine had made.

As soon as they were finished, they started wielding them.

With the increase in the number of offensive moves, the battle line was immediately pushed up.

To begin with, they are undead that can be easily defeated by a single hit of holy water. And their main weapon is the bite. It was an opponent that could be fought by amateurs as long as they had the right weapons.

In the meantime, Katherine took the key to the team working to open the loophole.

The maids and even the noblewomen had joined her to fill in the gaps left by the servants who had been doing the heavy lifting.

Here!

Thank you, sir. Thank you. ...... But you've got some nerve, don't you?

Excuse me, may I ask which lady you are?

The servants who received the keys praised Catherine.

They were servants of the Marquise, but they didn't seem to know Catherine's face.

Please remember your father's name before mine. If I'm worthy of your praise, it's because I grew up watching your father's back.

Catherine never thought she'd see the day when she'd be praised for her courage to fight, but it would be unbecoming of a lady to be so arrogant after being praised here.

You should be humble.

Half of the reason I was able to act with courage was because of Rene, my ...... enemy, or whatever you want to call him. The other half, Catherine thought, was thanks to her father, who had given her a sense of justice and determination.

My name is Catherine Margaretha Keeley. I'm the daughter of Oswald Mical Keely.

”Keely. ......

”The Earl of Keighley!　Oh my god. ......

There was a murmur of admiration from the crowd as Catherine picked up her skirt and said hello. It was praise without flattery or social graces, and it tickled Catherine because it was new to her.

It soon became less so.

”I can't get the key in the lock!

”What?

d*mn it, even the key is rusty!

My servant, who had the key in the keyhole of the door, punched the door with a blue streak.

The key is stuck in the keyhole of the door, making a noisy clattering sound as he tries to move it, but the key is stuck as if it is caught in something.

”Get out of the way, young man!

What ......?

The old man pushed the servant aside and pulled the key out of the keyhole.

The old man pushed the servant out of the way and yanked the key out of the keyhole, forcing the tip of the cane he was holding to support himself into the keyhole.

”Bomb!

The keyhole exploded.

The keyhole exploded. The sound of metal cracking echoed, and the parts fell apart.

The lattice door creaked like a scream, and slowly opened.

”Oh, my God, that's great!　It's a piece of wood!

Grandpa, do that to the undead!