It is the path to becoming the strongest, one step at a time across the desert.
What is “strength”?
Is it strength if your muscle power is high? Is it strength if your Mana Capacity is high? Is it strength if your Combat Skill level is high?
None of those are wrong. Simple “power” overwhelms everything.
Monsters, for example, are like that. If the ranks are the same, the difference in physical ability directly translates to a difference in “power.” The ultimate example of this on the Searth Continent would be the “Dragon.” They are strong from the moment they are born.
I was weak. I had no strength, no Mana, no way to fight. To fight against the strong, I, a mere child, had to become strong in my “heart.”
That’s why I made the “resolve to kill.” The resolve to kill means having the resolve to be killed. If I didn’t take, I would be taken from. As a weakling, I couldn’t afford the “indulgence” of letting my enemies escape.
I chose to fight against fate. Living is fighting. That’s why I, being weak, chose to become strong in my heart.
But I knew that even that strength had its limits.
Eventually, an opponent would appear that I couldn’t defeat with just my will. As I am now, I felt that I couldn’t win against Carla, who purely pursued power, let her heart fall into madness, and became a pure form of “violence,” seeking only power even at the cost of her life.
The 【Iron Rose】 that the Spirit transformed into a Combat Art gave me the decisive power I lacked. But that power is just a “weapon.” A weapon with a time limit is like a bow with only one arrow.
What is the “strength” I seek? The answer was within me from the beginning.
I knew from the start that if I focused on one power from the beginning, I could gain a certain level of strength, because I had the knowledge.
But I didn’t choose that. I stubbornly pursued my ideal strength.
My master had sought it in the past and failed. But my master, seeing that I had reached the same conclusion as him, drilled his Combat Arts into me so that I could unleash that power.
To become the only true War Demon in this world.
＊＊＊
The voices stopped.
Voices that belittled me for being alone.
Voices that boasted that I might be skilled, but no match for them.
Voices that mocked the foolishness of defying a horde of Beastkin, many yet one.
Voices that roared, demanding to see flesh torn and blood spilled.
Those voices stopped at the sight of the “girl” who had thrown off her blood-soaked cloak, momentarily halting the advance of the two hundred Beastkin.
Hair of pinkish gold, shining lustrously in the sun.
Moist, white skin that even the sun, the god of this land, could not scorch.
Emerald eyes that did not waver even slightly in the face of so many enemies.
She was a beautiful girl… They had seen women with well-defined features before. But despite her still youthful appearance, in the midst of this swirling Killing Intent, without fear, without intimidation, without anger, without hatred, her natural stance was like a rose blooming in the desert, and they were captivated by her beauty—and “terrified.”
From the horde that had slightly slowed its pace, a boy walked out as if drawn by the scent of the rose.
The gray wolf-like Beastkin could only see the girl.
He was captivated the moment he saw her.
The sweet, fragrant scent of blood that melted his brain… The boy, not yet an adult, had executed enemies many times in this horde, and from that experience, he imagined the girl’s soft flesh, raised his rusted Hatchet, and leaped out ahead of everyone else.
Whoosh!!
The rusted Blade swung down by the Beastkin’s brute strength was deflected by the girl’s hand, which gently touched the flat of the Blade.
The rusted Hatchet swung down into empty space, and as the girl’s hand touched the arm of the boy, who had lost his balance without even knowing the weight of the Blade that takes lives, his elbow was snapped in the opposite direction.
“――――――!”
His throat, about to scream, was crushed by a blow. The arm he reached out to his comrades for help was also snapped, and the girl’s white arm wrapped around the boy’s neck, and with an ear-splitting crack, the boy’s neck was twisted backward, his face distorted in terror facing his comrades.
How much skill would it take to do that?
How ruthless would you have to be to do that?
The girl, who had not moved an inch from that spot and had killed him without even drawing her Blade, gently pushed the standing boy’s body down with her fingertips and quietly drew her Black Knife.
“Anyone who wants to die, come at me. Munza Society.”
＊＊＊
“――Ugaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
At my provocation, several men and women from the horde, unable to withstand their “anxiety,” leaped out with roars.
They are frightened. They are confused. Even if they suppress it with anger, what does it matter?
“――――!”
The rotating Slashing Style Pendulum severed the line of sight of the man running at the front.
The surrounding ranks were thrown into disarray by the man who screamed in agony from the sudden loss of vision and burning pain, and my Dagger, slipping past him, pierced through the jaw and into the brain of a woman who was nearby and had inadvertently stopped.
I heighten my concentration. With level 4 【Detection】 and my honed combat sense, I read even the flow of air with my skin, and while dodging a Spear approaching from behind me like a bending ear of rice, I grabbed the Spear, pulled it, and crushed the face of the Cat Beastkin holding the Spear with my steel-toed heel.
I then closed the distance in one go with footwork, slit the neck of a middle-aged Dog Beastkin, and swung the Ball-Shaped Pendulum down on the skull of a fat middle-aged woman behind him.
In just a few seconds, the blood of the Beastkin who had been killed turned the dry earth into mud.
I jumped into the horde without waiting for the Beastkin, using Body Enhancement allocated to Agility, and the wave of Beastkin that had been closing in on me broke apart.
In the “knowledge” of that woman, there was an old military tactic of inflicting terror on the followers by brutally killing the first one. That’s what I did.
Even if they are Rank 1 or Rankless, they would be torn apart in an instant if caught in that wave. I suppress the instinctive fear of facing death deep within my heart and confront the horde of beasts with tense Body Control as if walking on a Blade.
The Slashing Style and Ball-Shaped Pendulums that rotate around me in the horde tear the necks and crush the skulls of the Beastkin who approach carelessly, and the Black Knife inflicts fatal wounds.
“Blood Barrier”—fear dulls the will, creating a void with the rotating Pendulums as its arc.
Hunting in a horde is a tactic for “surviving” by efficiently defeating strong enemies.
Batil said that they are a horde and yet individuals, but how many of them are willing to sacrifice themselves to keep the horde alive as individuals?
Do those who chose the horde to survive have that resolve? Those who had that little bit of resolve jumped out first and were killed by me.
However, too much fear is not good. Excessive fear can paralyze the mind and lead to recklessness. A glimmer of hope is the true terror. I am aware of the line of terror as I break through the wave surrounding me, kicking down the wooden door of a window in a nearby hut and jumping inside.
I couldn’t do it while the hostages were still being held. If I tried to use any tactics, Batil would use the hostages to restrict my movements.
But now there are no shackles binding me. If hunting in a horde is their tactic for survival, then I will show them my fight to “live,” hunting the horde as an individual.
“F, follow her!!”
Someone who quickly regained their senses shouted at me as I escaped from the horde.
The superiority of numerical violence conceals the fear of being killed one-sidedly. But to make them realize that it is an illusion, the General-Purpose Pendulum pierced the forehead of the man who tried to follow from the same window.
Terror runs through the horde again. Even so, I accurately slash the necks of those who have chased me into the hut in the Darkness, killing them for sure.
Before the hut is surrounded, I jump out of a different window, break through the windows of other huts, and invade them. And in the Darkness, I slash and kill those “relatively capable” ones who were caught up in the momentum and chased after me.
Racially, Cat Beastkin are strong in the Darkness, and Dog Beastkin can sense enemies by their scent.
But they are not wild beasts, but “Demi-humans,” a human species, and they have relied on sight for most of their information.
If their rank is high, they may be able to sense danger and move, but their Mana Control level is low, so they cannot switch to Night Vision instantaneously. They are lured from the brightest sun, which they chose as their battlefield, into a room without lights, and they scatter their lives in the Darkness without being able to do anything.
Around the time I lost count of how many times I had killed the same thing, I sensed that the number of pursuers was decreasing, so I kicked through the decaying ceiling and climbed onto the roof.
Seeing me, the beastkin roared again and rushed towards me. But without waiting for them, I used full Body Enhancement to leap towards the group of over a hundred beastkin.
As I soared through the air, several attack spells were unleashed, as if they had been waiting for the moment I appeared.
Beastkin are generally considered to be poor at Attribute Magic, but they are merely proud of their bodies, which are suited for close combat, and are not necessarily inept like Shadow User Rada.
Even if the proportion is low, attack magic, even with its slow activation speed, can be fatal. The reason I jumped into the sky was to “flush them out.”
I used Thought Acceleration from Body Enhancement to identify the magicians who had been afraid to show themselves until now, and I deflected the incoming 【Fire Arrows】 and 【Pebbles】 attack magic with minimal 【Magic Shields (Shield)】, twisting my body while changing my posture with aerial kicks.
The beastkin were shaken by my evasion of attacks that should have been unavoidable.
At that moment, I scattered the prepared powder with the Utility Magic 【Wind】, and screams erupted from the beastkin who were hit by it.
What I used wasn’t poison. It was a type of spice similar to pepper found in this region, ground into a powder.
It’s used in local cuisine and can be obtained by anyone with money. It’s just an irritant that causes sneezing and tears, but it’s effective against beastkin, whose senses of sight and smell are more acute than those of other races.
I covered my mouth with the shawl around my neck, closed my eyes, and jumped into the midst of the beastkin.
“——【Phantom (Shadow)】——”
Several Mana Particles in the shape of me raced through the beastkin.
The beastkin, who had been temporarily deprived of their sight and smell, had many of their comrades killed, and the fear that had been adjusted exceeded its limits. They were frightened by the presence of the “enemy” rushing past them, and finally began to fight each other.
There are also 【Fear】 and 【Confusion】 in Level 3 and 4 Dark Magic, but 【Phantom (Shadow)】 is cheaper in terms of Mana consumption.
The beastkin were cut down with kitchen knives and hatchets, beaten down with clubs and hammers.
There was no longer a group hunting prey as individuals. I, who had identified the enemy by their presence alone, successively slashed and killed them in the midst of the group killing each other, and killed the magicians I had identified.
“——But, 【Gust】!”
A magician who had escaped my notice blew away the spice powder. At that moment, I, who had put Body Enhancement towards Agility, jumped out and stabbed the Cat Beastkin woman to death with a Dagger. Around me, the wounded beastkin reflected me in their frightened eyes.
“——Tooth Brothers!!!”
At that moment, Batil, who was on the mansion’s terrace, stood up and shouted.
In response to his voice, a momentary hope appeared in the eyes of the wounded beastkin—and at the same time, fear and dread.
Visible killing intent was released from the depths of the mansion.
“Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!”
A beast’s roar shook with joy.
The sound of chains being torn apart, a released, enormous presence.
Breaking through the mansion’s entrance and windows, what appeared under the sunlight were four bear-like beastkin with abnormally large muscles.
“…You’ve done it now, woman. Tooth Brothers, kill this woman!!”
Batil, directing his hatred as if grinding his teeth, wore a distorted smile as if to show his superiority. In response to his voice, the beastkin called the Tooth Brothers raised cries of joy at the smell of blood.
“…………”
I see… Batil’s composure was because he had such a hidden trump card.
They look like bears, but that’s because of their hypertrophied muscles, so they’re probably originally Cat Beastkin. And probably… their reason has been taken away by drugs.
Like Goat from the Assassin Guild, they have been strengthened with drugs, and their collapsing minds are further bound by drugs.
The four of them have a combat strength of around 1000… They’ve forcibly raised only their Martial Arts to give them a combat strength of about Rank 4.
“Kill her!!”
“Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!”
In response to Batil’s command, the Tooth Brothers attacked with their claws and fangs, unarmed.
Seeing this, I narrowed my eyes and gently pointed my fingertips at them as they approached.
The “strength” that I and my master sought was simple.
Raise all abilities equally. That’s all, but in this world where life is cheap, it was common sense to raise one ability in order to gain power faster than anyone else.
Only Magic. Only close-range weapons. Only ranged weapons. Only Stealth… If you master any of them, it becomes a weapon in itself. That’s why people spare no effort to create situations that are advantageous to them, and they demonstrate unparalleled strength in those situations.
Even now, even the Adventurer’s Guild and the Assassin Guild regard maximizing one ability as the best, and they despise those who try to master multiple abilities, calling them half-baked.
Certainly, even if you have a collection of low-level Skills, it just increases the number of weapons and doesn’t make you stronger. To defeat a strong enemy in such a situation, you have to risk your life.
But it’s different on the battlefield. My master, who was forced to fight one-on-many battles in all sorts of situations, sought stable, genuine strength.
The power to kill enemies. The evasive power to parry enemy attacks. Magic to increase your base strength with healing and attacks.
Trained Magic grants high Mana and increases continuous combat power. Trained Detection and Stealth skills increase the survival rate.
My master, whose heart was constricted by the Magic Stone, was unable to master close combat. But I’m different. I have evenly trained the Skills that I selected from the beginning, and the trained Skills have improved other Skills.
My master and I believed that the most important Skill among these Skills was 【Mana Control】.
All Skills are controlled by Mana. It improves the power of Combat Arts and affects the accuracy of Body Enhancement. It goes without saying that it has a great impact on Magic, and even Detection and Stealth Skills are greatly affected.
I was lucky that 【Mana Control】 was the only Skill that reached Level 5.
It’s thanks to that that I can enhance my Strength and Agility with Body Enhancement, and Martial Arts and Non-Attribute Magic should have reached the Level 4 limit.
I was lucky.
Because I was given the opportunity to gain that power.
I will obtain true power here—
“——【Phantom Pain】——”
“――――!?”
The Level 5 【Mana Control】 made it possible to use Magic on multiple enemies simultaneously.
The four Tooth Brothers stop moving at the same time. For a second or two… My eyes, which see Mana Particles, confirm that their Body Enhancement has been dispelled and their defense has decreased.
“——【Iron Rose】——”
My pinkish-gold hair turns ashen-gray like scorched iron, and my physical abilities double.
I allocate all of that enhancement to Strength and Speed, and the four released Pendulums—General-Purpose Type, Slashing Style, Blade Scythe Style, and Ball-Shaped—shoot through the skulls of the Tooth Brothers, who had approached closely and whose defense had momentarily decreased, like bullets, tearing apart their throats to the trachea, deeply slashing their necks, and crushing their skulls.
Blood splattered in the doubled Thought Acceleration, and the Tooth Brothers, their eyes rolling back, collapsed without understanding anything.
In the silence as if time had stopped on the battlefield, there was a faint noise, and they themselves understood that it was the sound of the beastkin stepping back. With faces of despair twisted with terror, they dropped the weapons they were holding, and the remaining hundred or so beastkin began to flee, pushing aside their comrades.
“——Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii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“Did you run out of cards? Batil.”
Batil, trembling as if suppressing his anger at my provocative words, grabbed two Hand Axes with hateful eyes and put his foot on the terrace railing.
“…You little brat, I’ll tear your guts out!!”
Next time: Battle against Batil.
What will be the outcome of the showdown with the Munza Society?