Beat the Boss Mob

67 – Three Steps, Finally

The Academy of Champions. A place where those who have been chosen by the Holy Spirit sharpen themselves.

Some people call this place ‘a cause for the sacrifice of the few for the sake of the many’.

But they weren’t candidates for warriors. All of them were sincere.

Even if you can’t come back, your family, your friends, and the whole world.

As long as I could live in a peaceful and beautiful place, anything was fine.

It is only natural that tremendous support is pouring in to honor that noble will.

One of the training grounds was almost at the level of a noble family.

Ugh!— Ugh!—

There was a woman who occupied one of the training grounds all by herself.

Until recently, everyone at the academy followed him very much.

Even though he is the closest to hope, even though he is such a precious being.

He is a person who never boasts of himself and has always humbled himself and received many compliments.

But starting from the last rebirth, that person, ‘Enlil’.

She had become a completely different person and was wielding only a sword while exhaling a gruesome death.

“….”

No one dared to go near her.

It’s not just because of energy. She rejected all of them herself.

If he saw someone crossing the line, he immediately swung his sword and threatened to break it in two.

It is the strongest of the strong who can easily cut down monsters.

He is the first warrior to return alive from the tower where no one has been able to survive.

He is a person who was said to have improved his skills recently and said the end was in sight.

No one dares to fight for his life against Enlil.

Nine times out of ten you lose, and maybe you win, isn’t it a problem?

So no one dared to come close to her.

Ugh!— Ugh!—

The mana that blooms at the tip of her sword scatters in all directions with a gurgling sound.

Others may not know, but Enlil himself knows.

Now I hear this sound a little bit different from before. No, it’s very different.

In the past, if it was calm and powerful mana.

Now, it was sharp and rough, as if it would be cut if you touched it.

“Mana follows the psychology of the person who uses it. Know That is why anger is not always harmful, and why it is not always beneficial.”

A man’s words suddenly come to mind.

Enlil blinked his eyes once and swung the sword as it was.

Kwaaang!―

One side of the training ground wall collapsed.

It looked like that even though it was plastered with protection magic and strengthening magic.

It was a job that the candidates could not afford to hit just one place for several days.

“….”

A sliver of red blood trickled down from between the bitten lips.

I feel like I’m going to die because I want to hit my head hard like this.

Why, why, why do you keep reminding me of me even when I tell you not to?

There’s nothing I can do to help. Just thinking about it makes thousands of dollars rise.

I didn’t tell anyone about it because I wanted to forget it.

I chose silence, swearing that I would definitely put an end to it with my own hands.

Even so, I really hated myself for thinking about it so suddenly.

‘One month.’

The last wait, the last meeting, and the last fight.

In the next month, I will finish everything so far.

The beginning was ugly, the process was false, and the end was hell.

“….”

Enlil, who had been swinging his sword for a while, suddenly stopped his sword.

After looking at one point for a while,

Chack— Quaaang!—

The sword energy that flew from the sword shattered a wall.

If you imagine that if a person was hit… It won’t even leave a trace.

“… You must be careful, Sister Enlil.”

However, the uninvited guest who appeared this time did not belong to that case.

“If it had been another sibling, she might have been seriously hurt.”

“If you don’t want to get hurt, don’t come.”

“That’s true, but I’m worried about Sister Enlil—”

Kwajik!―

Once again, the sword strikes Seria’s side.

It’s a little closer this time. It was about two inches from her neck.

If Enlil had only her heart, she could have aimed for her neck as it is.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Holy Maiden.”

“….”

Enlil has never used his power recklessly. She

How much more does she treat others so fiercely? She never heard of it.

But now, like a wounded demon, they are vigilantly vigilant.

Rather than being called a hero… Yes, it would be more correct to call her the Vengeful Ears.

Whoa, Seria let out a sigh and took another step forward.

It seemed that he didn’t really care whether Enlil’s eyebrows twitched or not.

Sabaksabak―

Seria, who had finally approached Enlil, took her stance.

“What are you doing, sister? Get ready.”

“… What are you doing?”

“It is exactly what you see. Dalian. No, should I call it a fight?”

The moment Enlil, who distorted her face, was about to say something.

“The day is standing. I won’t ask why. But you are hurting others as well as yourself. Sister Enlil.”

“Never mind.”

“No. I can’t do that. I am the one who is obliged to do so.”

Chaeeng― Chang!―

Seria pulls out the two swords she always handles.

This is not a joke or joke. Isn’t she pulling out mana right now?

This is real. Seria really wants to fight herself.

Enlil looked at that figure for a while and decided to treat it without hesitation.

“Don’t die. It’s quite a headache when you die.”

“You say scary things, sister.”

“Please understand. Right now, I am out of my mind.”

That was the end of the conversation. The two women started bumping into each other.

Kwaguaguawang!― Chaechaechaeng!―

If the people of the world had seen this, they would have been horrified at what this was.

The two heroes who succeeded in reviving in the tower, the only hope of the world.

It’s like they drew their swords and pointed them at each other’s hearts.

It’s not even simple couplets. Everything they write is salcho.

Even one good hit will cause serious or even fatal injuries.

It means that those who survived the tower may die here.

“You have improved a lot.”

“Thank you, sister.”

Even so, it’s still a long way off, but the word “Enlil” Meant swallowing.

Swordsmanship is similar to each other. Conversely, in mana management, he has the upper hand.

If you do it like you did in the tower, you can overwhelm Seria in an instant.

‘Healing using divine power bothers me, but.’

If you try to tell them to quit at this point by hurting them, they will quickly heal.

If you get another fairly serious injury, heal it again and continue the sparring.

In this way, Enlil also felt that her fire, which had been extinguished by Seria, could survive.

It’s annoying. Annoying. Anger soars. Why do you keep bothering yourself?

Just leave me alone. He said he would prepare himself and head to the tower to end it.

Why do people keep torturing themselves? Why?!

Kwajik!―

A fiercely swinging sword blows away one of Seria’s swords.

After that, Enlil’s mana directly hit the unprepared body of the saintess.

“Kuu!”

I couldn’t block properly. It would have been a huge shock.

You can tell just by looking at his staggering appearance, unable to heal right away.

‘I’m still weak. You are still weak.’

As expected, the only person who can put an end to that man is himself.

Yes. It was fate. That ugly thing that deceived and insulted oneself.

A task that cannot be entrusted to anyone, only Enlil himself can do.

Took―

Seria tried to get her stance back, but she was already defeated.

Enlil, who closed the distance at once, thrust his sword into her neck.

“It’s over.”

“Yes. It’s done.”

With her sword aimed, Enlil looked at Seria with her blank eyes.

If I admit her defeat, she will step back and disappear from my presence.

Don’t say anything, don’t do anything, just be alone.

“….”

Seria, who seemed to have noticed her meaning, cautiously stepped back from her.

“Sister Enlil.”

Of course, it seemed that he had no intention of not saying anything.

“Please, please… Please put an end to it.”

For everyone. You, me, our acquaintances, all our brothers and sisters in the world.

And at least for a man who will be looking at everything alone and lonely.

Seria was bitterly reciting those words that could not be reached now.

*

From the top of the spire overlooking the academy training grounds at a glance.

There stood a man, quietly looking down.

“….”

What are you going to do if you get hurt? Enlil, take it easy.

Seria, if you get tangled up and then step back, that guy won’t quit.

Huh? Hey! Even if you get hurt, you’ll get hurt in the tower. Why are you doing that there

Do it in moderation, in moderation. No matter how angry you are… Ah, it’s over.

I’m glad. First of all, Enlil seems to be fine, and Seria just needs to be healed right away.

Once again, thank goodness. Okay. Relief. Relief…. Damn it good luck what

Muttering words I couldn’t bear to say out loud.

Looking at the academy that will never return again.

I eagerly pursue the shadow of the woman who will stand in front of me again soon.

Rion set out to put everything in this world into memory for the last time.

No, no. I honestly have no interest in anything in the world. It’s a lie.

I tried not to include it in my heart, but in order to remember someone who dug into my nose.

To keep that beautiful figure clearly without forgetting anything.