The Twice-Exiled Adventurer, Using His Super Rare Skills To Train a Squad of Beautiful Girls! – Chapter 116

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟏𝟔: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮

First off are Asuka and Salieri, performing as a coordinated frontline.

Next, Meg swiftly disappears, and behind me, Miliaria and Meisha start their chanting.

Without the need for explicit commands, this is the established formation of the [Hope] team.

“What a joke. Two little girls daring to challenge me.”

In front of the waiting Alratu, Asuka leaps to the left, Salieri to the right.

It’s a simple feint where they switch positions.

The devil is not likely to be tricked by such a ruse and tracks their movement accurately.

In that moment…


Several thrown knives have embedded themselves in Alratu’s body.

It’s Meg’s attack.

The simple feint wasn’t intended to fool the devil. It was to create a blind spot, just for a split second when Asuka and Salieri’s bodies overlap, blocking Alratu’s line of sight.

Of course, it’s to provide Meg with an opportunity to attack.

The moment after the knives are thrown, she’s hidden once more.

From Alratu’s perspective, it must seem like the knives appeared out of nowhere.

She’s not given time to figure out where the attack came from.

Because Asuka and Salieri are slashing at her from either side.

Even the devil can’t handle being attacked while disoriented. Numerous small wounds begin to form.

“Don’t underestimate me!”

She attempts to repel the melee attackers by unleashing a surge of magic power.

“You’re the one, dispel.”

Miliaria’s spell, perfectly timed, neutralizes Alratu’s power surge, transforming it into a harmless breeze.

“This is sacred ground. Bow your head.”

Next, Meisha’s sacred barrier activates.

A glowing holy symbol appears at Alratu’s feet and a soft light ascends to the heavens.

A scream that pierces the ear.

This is the sacred magic of Meisha, called the high priest class.

Even the devil takes significant damage.

“Alright. Let’s press the attack.”

At my command, the melee team initiates a full-scale attack.

The Holy Sword Oracion and the Flame Sword Efreet slash at the devil from all directions.

“You. . . . . .”

Trying to regain her footing, Alratu takes a few steps back.

Unaware that she’s stepping into a field of holy spikes laid out by Meg.

After hiding, she hadn’t been just playing around.

Anticipating that our offensive would cause Alratu to retreat, she’d been diligently spreading caltrops.

Naturally, she used those that had been imbued with sacred magic.


The devil falls on her backside, screaming.

Any warrior who wouldn’t attack such a vulnerable enemy would probably not be considered humane.

They’d just be considered foolish.

But Asuka and Salieri were neither fools nor soft-hearted.

Though their words may seem otherwise.

They drive their swords into the fallen Alratu.

The devil has no choice but to roll away, over a floor covered in caltrops.

A crucial decision.

Stay and be stabbed to death, or get away while enduring multiple minor weapons puncturing her body.

Choosing the former isn’t an option.

She has to brace herself for some damage and flee towards the safe zone, that is, away from Asuka and Salieri.

“And there, I’ll be waiting.”


The moment she manages to stand after rolling away awkwardly, my Flame Cut cleaves Alratu diagonally.

“Fool. . . . . .?”

Although it’s almost a fatal blow, the devil still tries to reach me with her death scythe.

With scorching intent.

“But the fool is you. Icicle Lance! Three-way! Double!”

But her resolve doesn’t suffice.

Six ice spheres appear to surround her, skewering Alratu in place.

“Asuka. Salieri. Executed!”



Efreet, the flaming sword, cleaved through the torso, and Oracion, the holy sword, decapitated the devil.

Without even a death cry, Alratu turned into sand.

“A magnificent victory!”


A high-five exchange between the hero and the brave.

“Phew. Somehow we managed to win.”

“Yes. As always, fighting with a devil makes me nervous.”

Miliaria, who approached me, responded to my murmuring.

I subtly nod and move my gaze, Meg, who had dispelled her invisibility, was giving Meisha a snack.

“I was wondering what we would do if we couldn’t stop moving with Icicle Lance. Mom, you’re too far forward.”

“Rather, why didn’t it perish with that overhead swing? By my calculations, it should’ve been settled with that.”

In terms of accumulated damage.

The only comparison is the devil Fleuretti we fought before. That’s the comparison.

“There might be differences in strength or ranks among devils. By the way, that and the problem of mom being too far forward are separate issues. Being a Strategist is representative of rear guard jobs.”

“I’m a Strategist, but also a swordsman. . . . . .”


“No, I’m sorry. I apologize.”

Being intimidated by Miliaria, the smallest member of the team, I humble myself by bowing my head over and over.

I wonder.

Among my daughters, am I being treated as the weak one?

Could it be? Is it because of my defeat in the first round of the Asura Temple Martial Arts Tournament?

Asuka won, and Salieri made it to the semi-finals, while I was just a first-round participant.

This is bad.

I have to regain my dignity somewhere.

“Mom. Are you listening? Your job is to give instructions, right?”

“Ah, yes. I’m listening. I understand perfectly.”

Apologizing while rubbing my hands.

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