For now, Iâm a Dullahan, I guess. I already had my head lopped off, so I guess thatâs what she decided to go with.
The first thing I can use is this red sword made from my blood. Sure, Iâm waving it around like this, but itâs actually being registered as a magic attack, so any armor that doesnât have some magic resistance, thisâll cleave through like warm butter. Pretty much one-hit kill.
Next up is the Dullahan classâ specialty, a curse of death. It slowly drains away the life of an enemy until it kills them⊠But Iâm gonna use that right now. Feels like a pain.
And then thereâs my magic. On top of that, since Iâm a pretty high rank monster, the magicâs got some nice bonuses, but I might be getting some negative corrections when using it as a sword skill.
ââHelps a lot that I already know a bunch about magic and undead from the get-go.
Fortunately for her, this was the capital of Ciel-Terra. First comes the people out, then Iâll eradicate everyone in the caste, was what she had first thought, but it became a bigger chore than she had thought because there were many people in the first place.
Thereâs always the option of making a big fire, but itâs all rock, rock, rock here in the capital.
ââGuess Iâll just have to keep on crushing them one by one, even if itâs a big pain.
Her battles till now were all for the sake of measuring her strength.
Her previous fight was with the Garrison⊠The equivalent of local policemen in Earth terms, but this group was certainly much stronger than them, she felt.
So, it really is the Order of Knights, huh.
Ciel-Terraâs governing body consisted of the King at the top, followed by the Princes who watched over each piece of territory.
From a military perspective, the knights were made up of many major and minor Lords, and while the Princes divided up their lands and gave lease to the Knights to have stay, those knights further employed part-time knights, part-time farmers to tend to those lands.
However, there existed a special corps that reported directly to the King. Only spending their entire lives dedicated to training, they were Ciel-Terraâs elite. Within the country, they were simply known as âThe Order of Knightsâ.
âAh, yes, I shall warn you about this once. In theory, you will certainly grow to become much stronger than the Demon King himself, but please take care and avoid fighting strong opponents right away.â
The Evil Godâs words repeated in her mind.
The Order of Knights. I can take them on⊠right?
ââAs long as I want to kill them all, I canât avoid the Order of KnightsâŠ.
What do I do now?, as she stood and thought, the Knights drew nearer.
The jingle of their armor grew louder as they marched through the half ruined cityscape.
They held the national flag high⊠A shield with the emblem of a white rose surrounded by thorns.
Once she entered their sight, they knit together into a tight formation.
Flanks and heads covered by shields, their formation took the shape of a turtle, with a single soldier at front.
ââYeah, I donât really get it but since theyâre all clumped together, might as well make the first move.
Indeed as if it were some cliche from one of Earthâs shows, the Knights were mostly unharmed through some unknown method. Only the shields were slightly scorched.
âââŠYo, you for real? What the hell did you guys do just now?
Seems theyâre not holding up the shields for show. Thereâs a mage among them, or maybe thereâs something about those shieldsâŠ
âI see. It doesnât have the power to break through this.â the lone knight outside of the formation whispered.
Oh right, this guy isnât even using a shield and got faceplanted by the explosion, but doesnât even have a scratch on him.
Delicate carvings adorned his silver-plated armor. His features were hidden by the full-face helmet, however. There might be some sort of high magic resistance imbued in that armor.
The blade has been sung of in many stories by numerous bards across Ciel-Terra. Terra Ayur, the beautiful sword that carried great power, gifted only to the greatest knight in all of the country.
Thus, the one wielding that sword wasâŠ
âChief of the First Order of Knights, Lawrence ReinhardtâŠ.!â
âHo? For a monster to know my name, it seems my fame reaches far beyond my expectations.â Lawrence spat with malice.
âThe corrupt late king and his whoreâs child, a cursed child with silver hair and silver eyes⊠Ah, now it would be an accursed undead?â his voice singed with scorn as frozen as the snow that fell.
I donât get it but it fits perfectly, like some flyer slapped onto a fridge with a magnet. One hit and itâll fly off, but my left hand is now free.
Her palm burnt ever so slightly, likely because of some divine protection put on the armor, but she only had to put up with it for just that moment.
ââȘShockâ«â
With the sound of a cannonball crashing into a wall of steel, Lawrence was blown away, just barely managing to stop and anchor his feet on the ground, then coughed a copious amount of some water-like liquid.
âDamn youâŠâ
He shouldâve taken quite the damage with that, she thought, but soon saw mana flowing into Lawrence.
It came from behind him, from the turtle formation of shields.
ââIs thatâŠÂ Thatâs healing magic!
She understood what the point of that strange formation was.
She had not intended to outright ignore Lawrence, only being wary of his presence as she dealt with the formation first, but it seemed that he could use even that to his advantage.
ââHeâs not only got good equipment, but also a great sword to boot!âŠÂ Well, it is the countryâs best weapon, so I guess thatâs a given.
What the hell, I have to fight him and do something about that formation at the same time!
Oh, but I could just keep on damaging him until their mages run out of mana, but how long would that take?
They exchanged a few heavy blows until her posture broke for only a moment. That was when he dove in for a one-shot kill.
âKuh-!â
She blocked the hit with her red blade, but it still managed to throw her backwards. She held onto her head with one hand and did a flip to land gracefully on her feet. And near her was the Turtle Formation.
Right then, she slashed 2, 3 times at them.
âGyah-!â
She felt some resistance unlike with normal shields, but they indeed split into two, as did the soldiers holding them, their guts spilling onto the snow.
Quickly dodging the thrusts of spears coming from within the shielded ranks, she reacted to Lawrenceâs sword diving towards her.
ââOkay, I can do thisâŠ.!
The magic mightâve not been enough, but my red sword works perfectly.
However, despite watching their fellow comrades fall, the knights showed no sign of faltering.
More knights, ones who were on standby at the sides, seemed to have joined in to fill up the hole created in the Turtle Formation.
ââWhat evenâŠÂ How many more do I have to go through to make a dent!?
So long as those mages at the heart of their formation stand, Lawrence will not fall.
They would keep buffing and healing him.
No, thatâs not all, Iâm pretty sure if they get the chance, they willâŠ
Also, Lawrence Reinhardt, who uses a very strong sword. Hmm, where have I heard this before? *cough* ReZero *cough*
Anywho, you guys know the drill by now. Any typos, any places to improve, etc etc, just leave em in the comments. I will see you in the next chapter. Toodles~