Chapter 143

Chapter 143: 143

My legs shook as I stood there.\n

I had changed just in time. But, what now?

I can’t even move my body.

“Golan… Your mana has doubled… No, it seems to have tripled?”

That was Miralda for you. She could measure my mana quite precisely.

“Only third-rate people care about and allow mana to dictate their actions.”

I said.

It was true in that mana levels were usually only directly linked to strength for the lower and middle rank races.

The higher you went, the more likely it was for someone to make up for any deficiencies with species specific abilities and fighting experience.

But when I pointed this out, Miralda scowled. (adsbygoogle = window.adsbygoogle || []).push({});

I suppose calling a Demon King’s General ‘third-rate’ was going too far.

“It’s as you say. I hit Baltasar with the same force, and look what happened to him.”

“In other words, you stopped the fight not just once, but twice? Do you get involved every time your men start a fight?”

“Yes, I am sorry about that. But I felt there was no other way to make things settle down.”

“Nothing was settled down.”

“Oh?”\n

“I said nothing was settled. Just look at me. I’m alive. And so the fight is still on.”

“What are you going on about? Baltasar is unconscious. He will not wake up for at least a few days.”

Miralda said a little frantically. It was quite funny to watch.

She had not sounded like this when the other ‘me’ was talking to her.

And so I tilted my head back and looked down at her.

“So?”

“…”

Good. I was recovering just a little now. This was an Ogre body, after all.

And so I left the shocked Miralda and started to walk towards Baltasar.

“Wa-wait! Wait! He’s unconscious.”

“Yes, and that’s something you did. It hasn’t changed anything between me and him.”

The other me hadn’t let go of the sword after being hit. It was quite impressive.

And so I held it in both hands. But my grip was still weak.

“What are you going to do?”

“Do you really not know? You can’t be that daft, General.”

Raising the blade and swinging down. I wasn’t even sure if I could do that much. \nWhat if I ended up dropping it?

“Stop. Stop it, Golan!”

“Three times.”

“Hmm?”

“It’s the third time you’ve interfered when victory should have been mine. A General should not do something so ignoble. Besides, he’s a Corps Commander. It’s only right he should take responsibility for losing.”

Alright, my grip was returning. I might be able to do this.

And so I slowly raised the sword.

I was aiming for his neck. If I couldn’t do it in one swing, I would keep going until his head came off.

“Baltasar lost. You have won, Golan. I accept that.”

“…That won’t do.”

“Why?”

“Because our fight will not end unless he admits it himself.”

“But he is unconscious.”

“And I’m saying that that doesn’t matter.”

“What do you want?”

\nEveryone was quiet.

Miralda turned to me.

“Aye, that’s fine. But if I could say one thing, you should add that it doesn’t include situations where my men challenge them. Some of them are rather quick to start fights as well. And I wouldn’t ask anyone to refuse them.”

“Very well. It’s as you just heard. Now, you can all go.”

Miralda said as she clapped her hands. Her men scattered like spiders.

They must have been very afraid of her.

“…Rig.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Sorry. But I think that I’m about to faint. I leave the rest to you.”

Apparently, I had a limited amount of time left.

This really hadn’t been much time at all.

Maybe it was because of all the damage to my body. Well, it couldn’t be helped.

However, giving the body back now wouldn’t change anything.

Still, this was probably the outcome that the other me wanted, right?

As I thought this, my consciousness sank into the shadows.

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