177 Fangs (2/2)

In fact, I am stronger than Oleola, who is a warrior. This is purely due to my bloodline.

The upper (high) elves are stronger than the other elves.

''Don't be alarmed, boys. There are many of them.

I look around at my guard.

I don't know how good Casiga is, but I don't think he's stronger than me.

I'm going to make you regret letting me take you seriously.

'Huh?　Nice to see an elf looking up. Then I'll be your partner. Right, old woman?

A huge red-haired werewolf (wolfman) comes out of the fang people or one huge red-haired wolfman.

In his hand is a huge barbaric sword.

It has horn-like spines sprouting from its head to its spine, and its spines are adorned with countless skulls.

It's a very odd appearance.

The great Ferion-sama's great appearance. It's true that you are favored by the great Ferion, so you should be able to deal with the High Elves. It's all right, girl. But this old woman will help you.

Khaziga looks at me without a care in the world.

This werewolf called Yasab (Wolfman) looks very strong.

But I hope you won't underestimate him.

You can't be beaten by a mere wolfman.

”Come out of the darkness of night and protect your family.

A black haze emerges from Kaziga and falls on Yasab.

'Protection against light magic!　A mere wolf could do such magic!

I let out a surprised cry.

It won't completely nullify it, but it does weaken the effectiveness of my magic.

'Don't underestimate this old woman, please don't underestimate her. It's not the first time I've fought you guys. And even if you use water magic to eliminate the smell, you can usually tell if you can sense the unnatural smell of water. It's like you've never fought an old lady before, so next time you'll be more careful. But that's only if there's a next time.

Khaziga giggles.

Not good, this old woman seems to be used to fighting.

She knows how to fight the upper (high) elves.

I look behind me.

Oleola and the others must have those surrounding them in check.

If that is the case, then Khaziga and Yasab will have to be fought by me.

I will go further forward.

I can't involve Oleola and the others in the fight.

'Let's go!　Elf princess!　Be an ornament to me, called the headhunter!

Yasab approaches with his barbaric sword raised.

He is fast.

But it's not so fast that you can't avoid it.

I try to dodge by spinning myself around.

''What?''

However, he couldn't help but let out a surprised cry.

Yasab's barbaric sword had changed its trajectory and was coming towards me.

I twist my body in a hurry and catch it with my sword.

The sword flips off as the impact is felt in my hand.

''Sweetheart, you elven princess!　Stop!

Yasab scoffs at him, and he swings his barbaric sword again.

However, I can't get hit with this.

''Seven rows of light bullets!''

'Whoa!　What!

The light bullets released from my hand hit Yasab, but only made him retreat a bit.

The wounds would also recover quickly if it was a werewolf (wolfman) with a high automatic recovery ability.

''Princess!''

Oleola tries to come over here.

'Oops!　All of you!　Stop that elf!

Kasiga's voice interrupts Oleola and the others from the Fang ones.

'You'll see the last of the elven princesses there!

Kajiga's mockery.

Not good.

Sweat runs down my forehead.

The light bullets can't be released so many times. What am I supposed to do?

I ponder.

'That's it!'

But Yasab won't wait.

He raises his barbaric sword.

''Whoa!

What?

Suddenly a voice rises from behind you and a small shadow flies by.

The shadow hits Yasab as it heads straight for him.

Yasab is caught off guard and loses his stance and falls to the ground.

The small shadow stands in front of me.

It's Kouki.

Everyone present looks at Kouki in silence.

Of course, it's natural, because the small, helpless-looking Kouki has pushed down the powerful Yasab.

I'm surprised too.

'Kah, I made a promise to my mother!　He's going to be a great knight!　Ki, a knight has to stand up to this kind of situation!

Kouki screams, biting his tongue.

His body is trembling.

Kouki fought to protect me.

I feel my navel tingle underneath my navel at that.

I want to hug him and perk him up, but I'll have to hold back.

I'm so glad I'm magically cooler in my thoughts.

'Grrrrrr!　You did it!　The kid!

Yasab gets up with a snarl.

He looks pretty pissed off.

We're not out of the woods yet.

Kouki's movement has stopped them from moving, but they'll be moving soon.

Kouki picks up my sword, which has fallen.

'Ko-Koki!　What?!

I'm gonna fight you.

Kouki shakes and swings his sword.

It's impossible.

No matter how much, there is no way you can win.

I was just caught off guard earlier.

In fact, Kouki's sword swing seems to be a mess.

With this one, I can fight better than you, having learned a little bit of the sword.

''Kid!　What the hell!　That stance is going to beat me at that!

Yasab roars and swings his sword.

It is a sharp flash that seems to cut off even the air.

This werewolf (wolfman) called Yasab seems to be quite a swordsman, unlike his appearance.

''I'm going to make you a great Wesen, ...... hmm?''

I look surprised when Yasab suddenly stops speaking.

His gaze is directed behind me.

'Yes, you're right. You can't swing your sword like that. You need to relax your shoulders more, and grip the sword softly.'

A voice comes from behind me.

You turn around in surprise.

There is someone standing there, wearing a hood.

When did it appear?

He looks like a human man, though the hood doesn't give him a good view of his face. But I don't think there is a human being deep in the woods like this.

Who is he?

When I was wondering this, the hooded man approached Kouki and crouched down to teach him how to grip his sword.

'Ready?　Don't swing the sword with just your arm strength. And hold it tightly for the moment it hits.

It's a very, very gentle voice.

I feel like a father teaching his children.

”Oh, um, ......, who are you?

Kouki also looks at the man in surprise.

Kouki isn't the only one who is surprised. We and the Fang people around us are also surprised.

That surprise is even greater than when Kouki pushed Yasab out of the way.

After all, he had suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

'I'm here to help. You did a great job.

It's a very gentle voice.

For some reason, hearing that voice makes me feel safe.

'You!　Who are you?!

Yasab swung his barbaric sword at the man in the hood.

The blow was fast and seemed to slice through the hooded man's head.

However, what rang out was not the sound of slicing flesh, but a kinked metallic sound.

The man who should have been crouched down a moment ago was standing up, and he was holding a sword in his right hand.

When did he draw his sword?

I couldn't see it at all.

The sword of the man in the hood has the glow of a magical alloy (Orihalcon).

The hilt of the sword was probably made by the dwarves.

If so, this hooded man may be related to the dwarves.

I'll take care of it from here on out.

The man in the hood said this, and thrust his sword at Yasab.