𝐈𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐃𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟑
“What’s this? That’s too unfair. Three against one.”
Luke said with a face on the verge of laughter.
A one-on-one fight has suddenly become three against one.
Moreover, with two magic users backing up, it’s not just unfair, it’s like monster extermination.
It’s not the way to fight a person.
“It’s not three against one! It’s four against one!”
Asuka, who had somehow slipped into a blind spot, slashed at Luke with a resounding battle cry.
Although he managed to block it, a painful numbness remained in his hand.
Even though she’s a woman, it’s a blow from a swordsman who is a “hero” like him.
It can’t be light.
“Damn!”
He tries to regain his stance by keeping his distance.
But Lionel cuts in there.
“What?!”
The fact that he could deflect it with his sword was rather accidental.
It was just that his desperately swung long sword hit.
Without any calculation, he jumps back a great distance.
Lionel and Asuka did not pursue.
They exchange glances and carefully measure the distance from left and right.
“You guys. . .”
Suddenly faced with four times the enemies, sweat trickled down Luke’s cheek.
The words Asuka said to Lionel, who was prepared to fight a mutual knockout, were very straightforward.
“We should all fight together.”
It completely denies a man’s romanticism.
Lionel blinked his eyes.
He probably intended to ask the three girls to clear the way, as Luke was likely to bring his minions.
In the meantime, he would challenge a one-on-one fight.
“Everyone will annihilate the minions, and everyone will defeat Luke. Is there any problem with that?”
“No. . . there’s absolutely no problem.”
Lionel scratched his head at Miliaria’s puzzled face.
Why was he so obsessed with a one-on-one fight?
Luke was a childhood friend and an irreplaceable best friend who built up the Gold-lined Butterflies together.
But that’s just Lionel’s personal circumstances.
The current Luke is just a murderer.
He must be captured or killed for sure.
That’s all that’s required.
It’s no different from hunting beasts or monsters.
“Mama Nel is overthinking. We are comrades, we are one in four.”
While smiling wryly at Meisha, who spoke proudly and arched her ample chest, Lionel gave the three girls a strategy.
It was a straightforward plan to make it look like Lionel was obsessed with a one-on-one fight, lure Luke into letting his guard down, and then take him down all at once when the timing was right.
Lionel and Luke are almost equal. And Asuka also boasted a strength that was not inferior to Luke.
It would be tough enough to face these two at the same time, but Asuka’s sword is a magical item, and Lionel’s sword is enchanted.
Just receiving it would make Luke’s sword fall apart.
To top it off, even if he managed to damage the two of them by luck, Meisha would heal the wounds with healing magic.
“Damn. There’s no way to win. . .”
The moment he muttered, Asuka’s sharply raised magic sword cut off Luke’s right arm from the shoulder.
“What?!”
The arm holding the sword fell heavily to the floor, and a beat later, blood spurted out.
For some reason, he thought it was the same thing he did to Feene.
While looking at Lionel’s sword approaching in front of him as if it were someone else’s business.
It shatters his left collarbone and reaches his heart.
A lump of blood spilled from Luke’s mouth.
“. . .Hey. . . where did we. . . go wrong. . .”
His broken voice spun out.
Lionel didn’t answer.
He couldn’t answer.
Because he didn’t have the right answer.
If there was such a thing, he would have wanted to know.
“. . .What will you inscribe on the tombstone? Luke.”
So, he spoke of something else.
The bloodied man’s mouth twisted into a smile.
“. . .I don’t need it. . . a grave. . .”
Refusing further conversation, Luke’s body collapsed from his knees into his own blood.
Lionel exhaled deeply and looked up at the ceiling.
As if seeking something.
Or perhaps, holding back tears.
This is the end with my best friend, who I’ve grown up with almost since birth and chased dreams with.
Really, where did it go wrong?
“What am I doing. . . I. . .”
A murmur.
Of course, it’s not expecting an answer.
However, Asuka, who approached from in front of him, hugged him tightly.
“I’m here, Lionel.”
She calls out without using a nickname.
Furthermore, he felt a hug from behind.
“I’m here too, Lionel-san.”
It’s Miliaria.
And then, Meisha holds his hand.
“I am also here, Lionel-sama.”
And so.
Lionel made an indescribable expression.
The difficulty of choosing an expression must refer to times like this.
“Ah, I’m here too. Just saying.”
From a little distance, for some reason, Meg offered.
[You’re totally unrelated.]
It’s the collective retort of the three girls.
At the comedic exchange, Lionel smiled a little.
As if to lighten his heart just a bit.
𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝟐
・・・
『”𝒜𝓌𝑒𝒷𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈.𝒸𝑜𝓂” – 𝒟𝒾𝓈𝒸𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒸𝒶𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝒹𝓋𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒, 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝓊𝓁𝑔𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓃𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 “𝒹𝒶𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝓊𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓈” 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝓁𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝑜 “𝒶𝒹𝓋𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈”.』
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