Schneizel's Parasitic Tree Theory
A private airship lands at the airport.
The luxurious black carriage with wheat was painted in gold paint.
The man who rules the northeastern part of the Yggdrasil Kingdom―― the emblem of Frontier Count Netzel.
While Christo, Melvina, and the members of the administrative office under Blaise were standing in a row, a beautiful girl with red hair got off of the carriage.
Patricia, the red-haired beauty, was wearing her Holy Sword Academy uniform and the school's black fur coat. After she disembarked lightly with her suitcase in one hand, Frontier Count Netzel himself came down, his fat belly shaking tightly.
"Netzel-sama, please be careful."
"Thank you, Patricia-san."
Netzel, who seemed to have a fatal flaw in his motor skills, almost slipped down the stairs attached to the carriage.
After him comes a beautiful woman with brown skin and a plump body ――Laranoa.
She was Christo and Melvina's homeroom teacher.
In fact, she was Netzel's subordinate and the doctor who examined Patricia's body.
"Your Excellency, thanks for coming all this way."
"Hello, Blaise-kun. I have received the report. It seems that Caspar is seriously injured."
"Yes"
"Thank you for welcoming us all. Can you guide me to the castle first? ――Christopher."
"Yes"
"I have something to tell you later. Come see me when the sun goes down. Until then, enjoy your reunion with your classmate."
"Ha"
"Christo, it's been a while. Mel too. How have you been?"
Patricia waved her long red hair in the cold wind and smiled at them.
The letter said that Finn's forces had attacked her and she was in serious trouble, but she was completely normal and her expression was not at all gloomy.
Melvina looked up worriedly at her sister-in-law's face and said, [Sister-in-law, I'm glad you're safe.]
"Yeah, somehow I was safe. I'm lucky. ――Thank you, Netzel-sama, for allowing me to ride the airship."
"Hmm? Ah, it's okay, it's okay. I had to come here too. I'm sure you've had a hard time with everything that's happened. I know you've been through a lot, but here you can forget all your worries. You can stretch your wings until the academy reopens."
"Thank you"
"Sister-in-law, tonight I will borrow the kitchen and prepare dinner. I'll do my best to make you a delicious meal, so please look forward to it."
"Thank you, Mel."
"Patricia, there is something I want to talk to you about until dinner is ready."
Christo said with a serious face.
For a moment, he felt that Patricia's emerald green eyes turned to his crotch, but this time, he didn't mean to invite her in that sense, it was a really serious conversation.
Christo nodded to Melvina and turned his eyes back to Patricia again.
"I'm sorry to have to tell you this so soon after arriving here, but the former Soderholm territory is in a lot of trouble."
"That seems to be the case. I heard from the Frontier Count in the airship."
Patricia looks at the fat Frontier Count, who leaves the airport quickly, surrounded by administrative officials.
"Your job as a secretary, the memorable first one. Come to the back of the Soderholm Castle. We'll have a meeting about the defense of the village."
"Understood"
"Christo-san, sister-in-law is currently in a state of being unable to use holy arts due to a strong mental shock. She is also physically exhausted. Please don't make her do anything rash."
"We'll just talk today."
"Mel, don't worry about me. I decided to help Christo. I'm not tired, so I'm fine."
"I hope so..."
Christo ended the conversation at the airport with a clap of his hands.
"Let's get out of the airport. We can't stay here, we'll get in the way of the wyvern's movement."
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After parting with Melvina in front of the castle, Christo took Patricia and led her to the back side of the castle.
Surrounded on all sides by a river, they descend from the north side of Soderholm Castle, where the reed beds are relatively calm, to the riverbank.
Patricia had taken off her coat and put it in her suitcase, which she had entrusted to Melvina. She was now dressed in a blazer from the Holy Sword Academy, an over-the-knee skirt, and black underwear tights.
"Is Finn denying involvement in the attack?"
"Yes. All the corpses were erased by Mel's mentor. The holy sword maiden became a sacred tree and disappeared, and I erased Sebastian's head."
Patricia said as she came down the bank with her hands clasped behind her back.
As she landed on a large rock on the riverbank, she balanced herself with her hands outstretched on either side of her hips. It was a gorgeous yet cute gesture, somewhat reminiscent of an innocent girl. Apart from that, he could see her long legs wrapped in black tights stretching out from her short skirt, which unintentionally aroused him.
Christo, restraining himself from turning into a wild beast, took Patricia's hand and helped her down from the rock.
"What about the airport usage records? Have you received confirmation that Sebastian and the holy sword maiden came from the hero territory?"
"Both are being investigated by the Knights of the royal capital. Let's see what kind of excuse Finn will give."
"The herbalist slipped from your fingers?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to kill her."
"If you didn't want to kill her, it can't be helped. Don't worry about it. Even if this incident causes trouble, I'll take care of everything. There's nothing to worry about."
"She will not return to the hero territory. Finn hated her."
"You mean it's unlikely that Finn will find out about your body?"
"Yes. Even if she did, Finn would not believe her story. Especially if the one who told him is that herbalist."
"Next time, be careful not to get beheaded because they'll know you're not human."
"You said that Setanta was not human, right…?"
"He's not human"
Patricia quickened her steps and lined up beside Christo, looking into his face with an expectant expression.
"So, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"There are many things. What should I start with..."
They walked along the riverbank toward the cliffs below Soderholm Castle.
Meanwhile, Christo briefly told her about the god of the swamp and about Eltharion.
"...I see. About my armament, you said you were wondering whether to buy a good one by steadily earning money or to obtain one by fulfilling the request of someone named Eltharion."
"Yeah. At first, I was thinking of making money by opening a stall in the royal capital, but I'm also interested in the weapons that sleep in the swamp. However, the swamp is completely a gamble. I don't know if there is any decent equipment, and even if we find some, it could be so beat up that we can't use it."
Christo continued.
"I was talking about the philosopher’s stone as a reward, but I wonder if it really is a philosopher’s stone…. There is a possibility that I will be given a fake one, and even if it is the real one, the magic society will mark me relentlessly if they find out that I am in possession of it. If I am not careful, they may even send assassins to me."
"Assassination, assassination, assassination, huh. Do people in the world think that they can get everything they want just by killing people they don't like?"
"In fact, it is true. He who has the power to kill his enemies will win. In these chaotic times."
"Could you ask that person named Eltharion to make an inventory of what kind of weapons are sleeping in the swamp? It is indeed not good that the rewards are a gacha pon-pon."
"A gacha pon-pon?"
"It's about the lottery that's popular in the royal capital."
"Lottery... Oh, I did it at a store some time ago. I like that kind of gambling. It's very tempting."
"If you get addicted to gambling, Mell will leave you. You can't do that."
"I know."
Even if he wanted to get into gambling, Christo didn't want to play card games with adventurers and peasants in those dirty taverns. He wanted to gamble in a more comfortable environment, in a festive atmosphere. ――But in the land of humans, which had only recently gained independence from the Night Empire about a hundred years ago, there was no such dreamy theme park.
The horse-racing tournament held in the D'Alessio Frontier Count's territory is about the closest thing to gambling that Christo is looking for.
Patricia muttered, [Do you really understand?], her voice returning to its normal tone.
"So? Looking at the village your parent built, did you find anything that could be used as a reference for building your country?"
"The old man loved the pioneer village. He walked with the pioneer village and cared about it more than anything else. He had a kind of coexistence with the human race."
Devils feed on people's negative emotions, s*xual arousal, and desires to increase their power.
The humans, blessed with a strong and powerful leader named Ixel, drove back the monsters that came from the swamp and somehow managed to make a living.
In fact, there was a secret agreement behind the scenes, but it was a form of coexistence that Ixel created, including that.
"The old man left as much as possible to the villagers' autonomy and allowed them to run the village as they pleased. He would only use his own hands to coordinate what was impossible for humans, such as defeating monsters, dealing with famine, and dealing with the god of the swamp."
"Your parent was good in politics, isn't he?"
"Yeah. I tried to follow the old man's example and respect autonomy as much as possible. I let the villagers do what they think is right. ――But after a few days of sitting idly by, the villagers split in two, with the younger ones insisting on killing all the old men."
"Isn’t it because the god of the swamp imposed an unreasonable demand on them? It was natural that the villagers, who would suffer the consequences, would rebel against the way the village was being run."
"But I am disappointed. If left unchecked, the young people of the village will kill all the old people. And Netzel will not tolerate a village of murderers. I don't care how many villagers die, but if things continue as they are, the pioneer village itself will end. The place where the old man had been remembered would be gone."
"So you're building a fortification and prepared to let the chief and the others go."
"It's unwilling, but it can't be helped. I really wanted to take the time to explore my hometown with Melvina."
Christo continued.
"I've killed most of the monsters that could be dangerous. The rest are the god of the swamp and Eltharion. In addition, what to do with the food situation in the pioneer village after the god of the swamp's power is gone."
"So you're going to be taking the side of the humans."
"This time. There is no reason to take sides with the god of the swamp. If we side with it, we will have to fight a war against the army from all over the kingdom. If we do that, you will fall with me. ――Here we are. Come in. I have something to show you."
Below the cliffs of Soderholm Castle.
When they came to a small, inconspicuous cave covered with reeds, Christo made a light source out of rune stones and led Patricia inside.
Patricia frowned in disapproval, wondering if there were any bats in there, but contrary to her expression, she went on into the cave without hesitation.
The cave was shallow, and at the far end, on a pedestal with hanging ivy, lay a woman in a tattered robe.
It is an Oracle who had s*x with Christo at the forest orgy party.
Her honey-colored hair was stiff as tree roots, her eyes closed, and she slept quietly.
Her skin was cracked in places like the surface of a tree, and her legs, mutated into tree roots, wriggled out from the hem of her robe.
During that feast, she looked like a beautiful woman without a speck of dirt.
However, when he summoned her out of the forest in this way, she had a monstrous appearance suitable for being called the [Wood Woman].
"This is."
"According to Melvina, it seems to be a monster called Skogsra. Also known as Dryad. It serves the god of the swamp and works to eliminate foreign enemies that destroy the swamp and the northern forest."
"Is it dead?"
Patricia peers cautiously at the sleeping honey-haired woman.
"No, she's just asleep. I'm putting her to sleep. ――Wake up."
He claps his hands.
Then the wood woman suddenly opened her eyelids.
"Kyaaaa!?"
"That's a cute scream."
"...Hey Christo! You saw me looking into this person's face, didn't you? Don't scare me all of a sudden!"
"I'm sorry. What I want to talk to you about is the peculiar technique this woman uses. As I told you in a simplified form earlier, the members of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] who attacked the forest banquet were destroyed by the techniques they use."
Christo glanced at the woman who was slowly coming down from the pedestal and pulled out the sandbag that was placed at the back of the pedestal.
The sandbag was filled with blue sand that emitted a bluish-white light.
"That's [Blue Ash]. Where did you get it from?"
"From the church. Recently, adventurers have not returned from the forest, and the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] has been hit hard. So the Adventurers' Guild and the mercenary group each ordered a large quantity of blue ashes to be scattered. I took over one of those bags."
Christo grabbed a handful of the [Blue Ashes] from the sandbag and scattered them carelessly at the wood woman's feet. As soon as the [Blue Ashes] were scattered on the brown ground, they immediately lost their bluish-white glow and melted away like snow into the soil.
At first glance, the place where Christo sprinkled the particles of the holy tree appears to be an ordinary piece of ground.
However, there was a palmful of ashes of the holy tree, mimicking the ground, scattered on the ground.
A long time ago.
Humanity was unable to resist the powerful vampires, devils, elves, and dragons, and was simply ruled by them.
However, the situation changed drastically with the descent of the holy tree and the dispersal of the blue ashes throughout the world.
[Blue Ash] has the power to greatly weaken the power of the spirits, deny the magic that the spirits manipulate, and hold their bodies in humanoid form, immobilizing them.
In areas where the [Blue Ashes] have been sprinkled, the output of magic is greatly restricted, and the higher-ranking spirits cannot even return to their original forms.
Contrary to the spirit races that are weakened by the [Blue Ash], human beings, by orally ingesting the crops grown in the soil sown with the [Blue Ash], receive the benefits of holy arts―― mainly healing arts.
Some human individuals learned offensive holy arts such as the [God Sword] and the [God Spear], and the more powerful wielded pseudo-holy swords specialized for killing spirits, thereby gaining invincibility against spirit races targeted by their effects.
In this way, the human race expanded its sphere of dominance in tandem with the dispersal area of the [Blue Ashes].
"Skogsra. Show this woman that technique."
Receiving the order, the wood woman clumsily raised her arm.
But the movement, as if caught by something, was momentary, and soon she drew a mark with a smooth motion.
"God, Spear."
The woman's fingers draw a holy mark.
It is exactly the same as those drawn by Patricia and other warriors who fight with the holy arts as weapons.
Blue particles, which had been scattered on her holy mark and mimicked it, floated up.
Eventually, the particles gathered in the shape of a blue spear and were fixed in place.
"――――. It's true."
The voice of Patricia, who was standing next to him, trembled.
Her eyes widened as she stared at the dull blue spear that glowed in the wood woman's hand.
"The monster is really using holy arts..."
"After all, this is holy art, isn't it? Not that it is some other kind of magic."
"No. There is no doubt about it. The way the holy mark is drawn is also perfect. The shape is certainly a [God Spear]."
"Let's see what else it can do."
Christo bent down over the sandbag, scooped up the [Blue Ashes] with both hands, and scattered them.
He repeated it several times.
"Skogsra, use [God Shield]"
"God, Shield."
The blue particles float rapidly and solidify in the blink of an eye.
A dull blue shield appeared in the wood woman's left hand.
The spear in her right hand, on the other hand, shattered and scattered on the ground as blue particles again, perhaps because the fixed time had passed.
"In addition to this, she can also use a holy symbol that cancels the enemy's holy arts and steals the particles. Also, if there is [Blue Ash] in the enemy's body, she can manipulate it and strangle them. It seems that they can break your wrists and crush your internal organs."
"Is it true!? Using such outrageous techniques."
"That's just what she says. I've never seen her use the choking technique. The one to take them away is really usable. ――However, both of them fail without activating depending on the target of the technique."
"I see. Christo and I have no [Blue Ash] in our bodies."
"That's right. When food is ingested orally, it may remain in the digestive system, but basically, all of it is excreted, so the technique won't work. Also, you and I can't use holy arts, so the art of stealing the particles is meaningless in the first place."
Patricia approached the Skogsra and began touching the blue shield.
"Very interesting. It seems to me that this is a technique designed to kill warriors who use the holy arts."
"That's right, but it seems that the technique doesn't work for the users of powerful holy arts."
"Ara."
"It is said that when Lancelot once came to this land, they struck the holy sword maiden behind the scenes, but the technique failed, nothing happened, and the wood woman was annihilated by the maiden."
"Hmm……"
"I don't know why the members of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] were murdered and failed with Lancelot's holy sword maiden, but there must be some reason. They seem to have been created by the god of the swamp, but it might have something to do with their being able to use holy arts since they were born."
"How is this related?"
"I don't know. I'd like to hear your opinion on that."
Christo rested his butt on the pedestal and stared at Patricia.
"As you know, I'm not familiar with the holy arts. But you are very familiar with it, right?"
"You're buying too much to it... I only know what I've learned from studying. But..."
Patricia raised herself from the wood woman and turned back to Christo.
"I think I might have some idea as to why she can use the holy arts."
"What kind?"
"――――"
Patricia closed her eyes and remained silent for a few seconds, trying to gather her thoughts.
Before long, she nodded once and slowly opened her mouth.
"Christo, have you ever heard of Schneizel's Parasitic Tree Theory?"
"No"
"As you know, according to the teachings of the holy tree church, the holy tree is the messenger of God sent by the cosmic god for the sake of mankind, and is also God himself, right?"
"Yeah"
"The holy tree is a tree of god's blessing. It is separate from all life in the world―― that is what it preaches."
Patricia strikes a pose, as is her habit, of gripping her left elbow with her right hand.
Her ample bosom, wrapped in a blazer, was emphasized.
Christo secretly thinks that the story doesn't come into his mind, so he wants her to stop.
"But the biologist Schneizel Hitzelburg, who studied the holy and inviolable tree like any other living thing, has come up with the idea that the holy tree is neither a god nor anything else, but one of the life forms that live in this world."
Patricia continues.
"Schneizel entered the mountain of the holy tree as a tourist, conspired with a guide to dig around the base of the tree with a shovel, and extracted a [glowing white mass] before it transformed into vegetative form. As soon as the mass separated from the holy tree, it changed its shape and transformed into a branch of the holy tree."
"Hmm."
"This time, Schneizel tried to put the [glowing white mass] in a bag before it mutated, so he had the guard knight he bought to hold the lump, but this time, the [glowing white mass] all turned into branches. It seems that it adhered to the hands of the guard knight and it became stuck and could not be removed. In time, he wrote that what was attached was assimilated with the skin of the guard knight and became indistinguishable."
Patricia raised her left hand in front of her chest and held up her index finger.
"Here, Schneizel makes two hypotheses. First, the holy tree is a kind of parasite, an extrastellar life form that has come down from the sky to this planet."
"――――"
"Second."
Patricia raises her middle finger.
"Isn't it possible that human beings are able to use holy arts because they have taken part or remnants of this parasite into their bodies?"
She continues.
"He believes that the blue-light tissue exposed on the surface of the holy tree and the white-light tissue in the deeper layers of the tree are two separate entities, and has named the blue one the general tissue of the holy tree and the white one the dominant tissue of the holy tree. He thought that the reason why some human beings are able to exercise the holy arts is because they have the white dominant tissue in their bodies and by sending out certain signs through the holy seal, they are able to manipulate the [Blue Ashes] that are scattered as the general tissue."
"It's a very novel hypothesis."
"It is also a hypothesis that is too outlandish. He committed the great sin of stealing from the holy tree on the mountain and called the holy tree, which should be sacred, a parasitic organism. Naturally, the world bashed him, and the holy tree church captured him, subjected him to severe torture, and told him to recant the theories he espoused."
"What happened to Schneizel?"
"Without retracting his theory, he died suddenly in prison one day. Afterward, his theory was once again denied by a famous biologist, which was also supported by the holy tree church, so Schneizel's research never happened."
Christo nodded once.
"I understand the story. If his theory is correct, then the Skogsra may have the tissue of the holy tree in its body."
"Yes. However, the particles of the holy tree do not settle in the bodies of monsters. They don't settle on us demons either, right? I don't know how the dominant tissue settled in her body, and the question remains, where in this remote area where no holy tree grows, did she obtain the tissue of the holy tree?"
"Those two questions are the last ones to be considered and are not important right now. Assuming that Schneizel's theory is correct, whether or not a piece of the holy tree is implanted in the Skogsra's body is something we will find out when we actually see it."
Christo said and took out the microscope he had hidden behind the pedestal.
Christo, imitating Melvina, decided to take a look at Skogsra's body tissue, so he brought it out from the study room.
"Ah, that microscope looks expensive. Where did you get that?"
"It's the one the old man used to have. To use it, you need to prepare the......."
Assuming that the drawing of the holy symbol is giving some sort of sign, if the tissue in question exists, it should be around Skogsra's hands.
Christo took several samples of body tissue from the back of Skogsra's hand, fingertips, and palm, and set them under a microscope.
In the dark cave, relying on the light source of the rune magic, he peered into the microscope.
"Patricia"
"How was it?"
"Take a look. This is the tissue on the back of a Skogsra's hand. And this is the [Blue Ash]."
"――――"
Patricia bends over the microscope.
Then the good smell of rose perfume wafted through the air, and his groin almost involuntarily rose, but steeled himself to let his penis sink down.
"This is..."
Patricia's eyes widened.
She alternates between the body tissue of the Skogsra and the [Blue Ash].
After a few repetitions, Patricia raised her upper body with a serious look on her face.
"White body tissue and blue body tissue are interspersed with the Skogsra's body tissue. The blue tissue is very similar to [Blue Ash]. The white tissue also has a structure similar to [Blue Ash]. You can see some similarities."
Christo nodded and looked into the microscope again.
"This is starting to get a little interesting."
× × ×
After a dinner party that served as a welcome party for Frontier Count Netzel and Patricia, Christo was summoned to the Great Hall of Soderholm Castle.
In the hall were the ten strong knights who were Netzel's bodyguards (all of whom radiated intimidation akin to that of a guardian knight), Netzel himself, Laranoa, and Siegfried McCorkindale and Tiger Black of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation].
"Christo!"
As soon as Christo entered the hall, Netzel, who was sitting in the lord's chair, got up and walked over.
"I'm sorry to call you out so late at night!"
"No."
"I've just had all the Great Hawk gathered here. Come here, come here."
"What about Blaise-san?"
When Christo asked, Netzel answered with a smile.
"He's fired. No, he'll continue to work, but I'll send some more talented people. Everyone was complaining that they didn't want to go to such a frontier. It took time to persuade them."
"I see."
The shock dismissal of Chief Executive Blaise―― he was told about a sad incident.
"Kukuku, Yo, Hero of the North"
The giant―― Tiger Black walks over with a fearless smile.
Behind him was the Great Hawk Siegfried.
"Hello."
"I'm sure you've already been informed, but the other day, 40 of my subordinates disappeared in the northern forest."
Siegfried's eyes widened and he turned his sharp gaze on him.
He continued.
"I paid a young man in the village with money and asked if there was anything he knew. According to the man, some of the people who participated in the sabbath were monsters who served the god of the swamp. ――Christopher-dono, according to Blaise-san, I heard that you happened to be in the forest too, is that correct?"
"Yeah. I was visiting the village my father had built, and when I noticed something strange, I followed the villagers. Then...... I saw a tragedy beyond description unfold before my eyes."
"Why didn't you tell us before?"
"I told Blaise-san. He should have come to your camp and told you the details?"
"Of course!"
Siegfried shouted loudly as he approached Christo.
He reached out with a bent hand to grab Christo by the collar, but before he could do so, Christo had taken a step back and his hand cut through the air.
Netzel stepped in between.
"Well, well, let's stop fighting."
"…You should be grateful to Frontier Count, hero of the north."
Siegfried said so with a click of his tongue.
"I feel sorry for the delay in reporting. It may be an apology, but I intend to achieve a certain amount of results. Frontier Count Netzel. You called me here because you want me to do something about the monsters in the forest, right?"
"Yes...... I've been told by His Majesty the King not to dispatch you, the hero of the north. However, considering what is happening here, we are now in a situation where we cannot say so. His Majesty has told me to be very careful not to cause the loss of the hero of the North, so I ask you to lend me your strength to bring the situation under control. Of course, we will pay you handsomely."
"Our job is mainly to take down the mysterious elf known as the [Mighty Star] and the [Wood Women]."
When Tiger said that, he bared his teeth and smiled ferociously.
"An enemy that nullifies holy arts... I'm so excited. I've been hunting dragons all this time in the frozen plains. I'd like to taste a different kind of enemy once in a while."
"The villagers say that the elf known as the [Mighty Star] is the intermediary between the village and the god of the swamp, acting on behalf of the god of the swamp. He seems to be a formidable individual who uses powerful magic."
Siegfried said so indifferently.
"Kukuku, maybe it's a king-type individual? This is the first time I will be hunting a high elf."
"Tiger. The enemy has instantly killed 40 people, including [Holy Milk]. We also have to be careful. First, as usual, [Blue Ash] is scattered throughout the forest to weaken the enemy's power. Even if he's a high elf, he won't be able to release his true form if we scattered two hundred sandbags."
"Siegfried-san. That's not enough."
Christo interjected and continued.
"I have been conducting my own research on the individual known as [Mighty Star] for a short period of time. I have been trying to find out what kind of attacks he uses, what kind of personality he has, where he lives, and so on."
"As expected of Christopher! You work fast!"
Beside the wide-eyed Netzel, Siegfried was looking at Christo as if he were assessing him.
"What means of attack does he use?"
"Earth magic. [Rock Spear], [Ivy Chain], [Tree Root Hammer]. In addition, he uses authority."
"Authority?"
"It's a race-specific ability that is said to be used by individuals of the king class or higher."
"I've heard of it."
Netzel nodded.
"If I remember correctly, the authority of a high elf should be the ability to [make plants flourish and degenerate civilization]. A slave-loving friend of mine once bought a high elf slave with a large sum of money, but when he took his eyes off her for a moment, the whole house was covered with ivy and the metal was covered with rust, he lamented."
"It seems that the [Mighty Star] also has the ability to travel at very high speed. I followed him in the woods to investigate him―― but before I knew it, he had circled behind me."
"Did you come into contact with him? It's good that you were alive!"
Nodding to Tiger's words, Christo continued.
"I tried to attack him as quickly as I could, but before I could, he threw a brown, bone-like spear at my feet, blocking my movement. Even then I couldn't see the attack coming at all."
"Was he faster than Setanta?"
"Yes. Setanta was just super speed, but [Mighty Star] had an ultra-high-speed movement that was close to spacial transfer or time stop. However, there was no sound characteristic of spatial transfer, and there was no such miracle as time stopping. I do not know what he did, but I am certain that he moved at ultra-high speed. If we had rushed in there without a plan, we would have been decapitated and annihilated at ultra-high speed."
"But we will still hunt him!"
Siegfried said irritably.
"Even if we die, we will return to the holy tree. A true warrior does not fear death!
"Well, wait. I have a secret plan."
Saying so, Christo took out a rune stone from his pocket.
"What is that?"
"It's a rune stone. ――I couldn't see the attack of the [Mighty Star], but if I had put up a defensive wall with rune magic, we will be able to prevent the attack."
Christo looked around and said.
"We need multiple users of the [Holy Sword that Kills Fairies]. Also, one or two excellent mages who can use rune magic. Let's hunt [Mighty Star]."
“――――” “――――” "Kukuku, fuhahaha. I like you, Hero of the North. That's good!"
The three of them look at each other.
Christo asked when he looked at Netzel's face.
"Netzel-sama, can you arrange the personnel I designated?"
"You don't need to arrange anything. I have a holy sword maiden in my possession who is in possession of the [Holy Sword that kills Fairies]. Tiger? You have it too, don't you?"
"Oh, yes!"
"If that's the case, the mage. We need to train them until they can freely control the [Northern Flame Wall]."
"Okay. I'll ask the Adventurer's Guild. There might be a skilled mage. Laranoa. Just as you had heard. Make inquiries."
"Yes, your Excellency."
The brown beauty bows graciously.
Christo was calmly thinking in his mind while looking at the big breasts of the brown nun who was also his homeroom teacher.
(I've been curious about whether the pseudo-holy sword would work on me for a long time. But if I experimented on myself, I might die. Eltharion is a demon god like me. I wondered what would happen if he were to receive the [Pseudo-Holy Sword that Kills Elves]. I just got a good opportunity for an experiment.)
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