The soldierâs arrows whistled through the wind, aiming for the black mass.
The arrows landed on the black monsterâs belly and were sucked inside, making dull sounds.
The demon, in turn, remained motionless, appearing undisturbed by them.
On the other hand, the arrows sucked into its belly turned dark as they started to decay and ultimately decompose.
The surroundings shuddered at the demonâs wild, hysterical laughter.
âF̲u̲c̲k̲! Arrows wonât do! Everyone! Ready your Blessed Swords1!â
âCaptain! Are we really fighting that thing?!â
âIf you value your life youâll swing your swords! Do not let it near the carriage! Weâll distract it so that the carriage can get away!â the Captain ordered.
I donât want to.
Caper thought to himself.
Isnât it the responsibility of the knights and adventurers to fight the Demons?
He thought, cursing his own fate.
I donât want to die.
As that thought crossed his mind Caper stiffened, unable to take his sword.
Caper was left behind as the soldiers spurred their horses to attack the Demon one after the other.
One soldier jumped from his horse and thrust his sword into the Demonâs belly.
However, the Demonâs skin was so thick that the swordâs blade did not reach its flesh.
The lovely visage of the demon observed everything intently before smiling slightly.
The following instant, the demonâs arm, which was as thick as a trunk, flew at a terrifying speed and slammed into the soldierâs torso.
Heâs dead.
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Just as the thought crossed Caperâs mind the soldierâs body exploded just like a ripe tomato, scattering everywhere.
Caper then saw the soldierâs head rolling slowly toward him.
âUghhâŚâ
Caperâs face went pale.
The head in front of him belonged to a comrade with whom he had shared laughs and conversations up until yesterday.
Heâd been a kind senior with a wife and child.
Caper and he had even promised to go drinking after todayâs mission.
âDamn it.â
Tears rolled from Caperâs eyes.
The sheer absurdity of everything stunned him to the core.
Even though Caper hadnât spent much time on the battlefield, he was totally conscious of what death on the battlefield looked like.
However, having oneâs life taken by such a monster was just too cruel.
I shouldâve stayed plowing the fields if I knew things would turn out like this. Caper thought, clenching his teeth.
âCaper!â
As he was flung by the Demonâs wings, the Captain yelled, his voice tainted with a trace of pain.
Through this shout, Caper was pulled back to the real world, only to see the black mass approaching him.
Caperâs balls shrunk and his heart clenched.
The devil laughed heartily and gleefully as it noticed the dejected look on Capperâs face. It then launched all four of its enormous black arms at Capper, making it appear as though a muddy stream was pouring in his direction.
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Caper sprang off his horse impulsively and fell to the ground. He then witnessed his horse being reduced to minced meat in the Demonâs grasp.
âF̲u̲c̲k̲⌠damn itâŚâ
Body fluids poured out of every imaginable hole.
Despite the fact that there could be no greater humiliation, Caper was powerless to stop the leaking.
⌠die. Iâll die.
Caperâs head went blank as the Demon slowly turned its head towards him. He was deaf to all of the voices calling out to him. Despite knowing it was futile, Caper clung to his sword with trembling hands.
His inner warrior was telling him that he had to at least pass away gracefully. Caper readied himself to confront the Demon.
The Demonâs eight legs moved swiftly, rushing towards Caper. Its four arms then shot out. There would be no escaping them this time.
âDad, Iâm sorry.â Caper said.
Suddenly, a red hue flew in front of him. Following that, a sweet, fruit-like aroma, not fitting his despair, filled Caperâs nostrils.
Within a split second, the Demonâs arm was severed by a sharp hue.
âWhat the?!â
A crimson dress, gold hair, delicate as silk, sharp, deep blue eyes, and a sword, shining with a silvery light.
âSorry, Iâm late.â
A clear, soothing voice echoed, easing Caperâs tension.
A fire of rage was silently raging inside Seletina ul Gold Aldelightâs eyes2.
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TL/N: Blessed swords are essentially regular swords that have been blessed by a spirit. I simply decided to skip this explanation and call them Blessed swordsRobinxen: Man can you imagine being saved by a borderline disabled child?