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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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I had started counseling for the ntal care of the mbers, but recently, I had been intensively caring for Bayard.
The reason was that among the other mbers, Bayard’s ntal state was the most unstable.
Clara and Ruby weren’t in good condition either, but they didn’t show symptoms as visible as Bayard’s.
So, I frequently counseled Bayard.
Fortunately, Bayard really enjoyed the training conducted here.
She especially appreciated Helia’s tenacity in constantly charging forward without getting tired, even when she was knocked down and beaten up.
I think there were other reasons too, from my perspective.
Other than that, as ti passed, there were signs of gradual improvent, but there was one thing that didn’t change no matter how much ti passed.
That was her nightmare.
[Every night, nightmares appear. I, with my own hands, my comrades who have beco grotesque… And in the end…]
Bayard said she had nightmares every day.
A terrible dream where she killed her own comrades, who had transford grotesquely, with her own hands.
She was so ntally fixated on it.
I thought it was natural, so I consulted with Cluna and prescribed dicine suitable for her.
The dicine was nothing more than sothing to help change her mood, but it was better than nothing.
Fortunately, as ti passed, Bayard’s condition greatly improved.
I had forgotten about it like that, but for so reason, why was Bayard’s nightmare suddenly coming to my mind now?
Her hair swayed as it drew a line as if she was having a nightmare.
Her tightly closed eyes opened again.
Soon, bloodshot red eyes revealed themselves.
It was obvious at a glance that her condition was not normal. But at that mont, ti stopped.
Everything around was dyed gray.
I realized that ti had stopped.
“Damn it.”
And I could see it.
Her palm had approached right in front of my eyes.
I hurriedly dodged that spot.
At the sa ti, ti stop was released and her body moved again.
Kwaaang!!!
As if a teor had fallen where I was, a huge crater was created.
I was hit by the fragnts and was greatly pushed back. But thanks to that, I was able to gain so distance.
[The current commander is retreating for now to assess the situation! But not imdiately beheading the forr commander, isn’t that almost like showing courtesy to a senior?!]
Inside the tent, his annoying voice resounded.
I was already thinking of killing her right away.
Because it was out of the question for to return that woman to her original state now.
I kicked off the ground and ran.
As I quickly closed the distance, her gaze turned towards .
Her movents were closer to a beast than a knight.
It felt like her mind was being controlled.
If I were a hero, I could have saved her. But unfortunately, I wasn’t a hero.
So, let’s just kill her cleanly here. And then everything around turned gray.
“Right now!”
Thanks to ti stopping at an appropriate mont, I was able to strike the neck of the forr commander right in front of .
I hadn’t been idle for the past two months either.
I had diligently trained, and I had also obtained the best weapon I could get right away.
As proof, look.
The mont it collided with the forr commander’s scale-covered neck, even when a trendous impact was transmitted, it didn’t break.
Clang!
It really felt like I had struck steel with a sword.
Cluna said it was a famous sword that could even cut steel.
In other words, did that an that her neck was tougher than steel?
No, this wasn’t the ti for that.
I quickly released ti stop.
If I lingered here any longer, the cooldown would beco too long.
The ti I just consud was 3 seconds.
In other words, I had to endure for 6 seconds.
Kwajik!
At the sa ti, the forr commander’s grip grabbed my head and slamd it into the ground.
I almost lost consciousness for a mont.
But before I could co to my senses, my instincts moved my body first.
If I hadn’t rolled to the side, my head would have been trampled by the forr commander’s foot, spilling out all of my brain matter.
I gritted my teeth.
My vision turned red.
What the hell is this?
[Oh! This is another interesting developnt! The current commander’s sword stopped right next to the forr commander’s neck! I think the current commander must have noticed!]
“That fucking bastard, seriously.”
[That’s right! Unlike the other hateful Royal Knights mbers, the commander is a special guest! He is, of course, alive!]
“…”
[But to notice it before killing her! As expected, he has the caliber befitting a commander! That’s why it’s becoming even more interesting, isn’t it?!]
If soone heard it, they would think it was so kind of sports broadcast.
I staggered to my feet.
I could tell from that attack just now.
Without ti stop, I couldn’t fight properly.
I didn’t notice until the mont that woman grabbed my head and smashed it into the ground.
That’s how much of a skill gap there was.
Well, she was the forr Commander of the Royal Knights after all.
I guess it was only natural.
Anyway, there was no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation.
So, the only option was to use underhanded thods with ti stop.
Then, when I see an opportunity, I either run away or kill her.
At least, rather than being toyed with by a piece of trash who mutilated her own mbers, it would be salvation for her if I killed her with my own hands.
At that mont, she moved.
I imdiately stopped ti.
Fortunately, her movents were straightforward and consistent, so it was easy to ti it.
I, who had stopped ti, aid for her eyes this ti and thrust the tip of my sword.
Cutting her neck had failed.
But if it was her eyes which didn’t have scales, I could definitely pierce through them.
Kaaang!!
There was a ti when I thought that way too.
I thrust with all my heart.
A thrust that I threw with enough force to push the dirt away collided with sothing as if it had hit steel, and was pushed back with a clang.
There wasn’t even a scratch on the eyes.
Huh?
Is this for real?
Damn it.
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It may sound like empty words, but I like humans.
I sincerely respect the literature they create.
I sincerely like the fighting spirit and love they show.
Although other demons looked down on them as the weakest race, that was ignorance stemming from them not knowing anything about them.
If they read their literature even once, if they witnessed the love they showed even once, then wouldn’t they have no choice but to love even their foolishness?
Look at them even now!
Struggling to save their forr comrade for whom there seems to be no hope…!!
Look at those awkward movents.
With skills that can’t be called commander-level of the Royal Knights at all.
But I understand.
Because their comrade is alive.
Because they’re just in a brainwashed state.
They must think they can sohow bring them back.
Excellent.
Truly excellent!
That’s just like the noble and excellent knight from classic literature!
Yes! That’s how it should be! If your comrade is alive, you have to save them sohow!!
Isn’t that futile struggle the greatest joy imaginable?
In fact, the audience seems satisfied too with the current commander’s foolish choice!
Look at that noble but aningless struggle!
Isn’t it a movent that firmly believes they can truly save their comrade?
Otherwise, there’s no way they would be swinging their sword like a re security guard!
“The audience is longing for it! The end of that noble and foolish knight!”
Having them die at the hands of the comrade they tried to save sohow?
It didn’t seem like a bad idea, but sothing was lacking.
The audience wasn’t that satisfied either.
It was just a direction that could be seen anywhere.
Then what should be done?
How should that story be ended to get a good response?
It wouldn’t be bad to try an adventure. But it was hard to go on an adventure for the satisfaction of the audience.
They were the audience who ca to see this joyful stage by consuming their own ti.
Of course, as a director, showing them a joyful stage accordingly was the perfect reward, wasn’t it?
So, let’s go with the basics here.
It snapped its fingers.
At the sa ti, she, who had been rampaging like a beast, ca to her senses.
She was a dragon, the strongest race in the world that couldn’t be completely controlled even in a weakened state.
At best, all it could do was make her attack everything around her making it seem as if she was a beast.
Fortunately, the experint it had done on that bear before ca in quite handy here.
Thanks to that, the beginning, middle, and climax were all set.
First, it sent out her comrades who were no different from corpses to heat up the stage.
Then, it sent the sowhat intact commander as the highlight to make it even hotter.
Now, all that was left was the ending.
As its fingers snapped, the state of her rampaging like a beast stopped as if it were an illusion.
Her mind had returned to normal.
At that sight, the current commander’s movents stopped.
Yes, right now.
Kwajik.
A grueso sound rang out.
The sound of a heart bursting.
The sound of her collapsing while bleeding.
This was the final ending.
The person he tried so hard to save ultimately died rcilessly before his eyes.
It may sound like empty words, but I like humans.
I especially love human tragedies so much.
Through tragedy, humans end their trivial lives as splendid tapestries of art.
So, how could I not love them?
Now, show .
That face drenched in despair and sorrow.
However, it couldn’t see that face.
At so point, he had disappeared along with her collapsed form.
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