"Oh. ”

Admiration erupted from the bright red lips.

When describing women, people often use aromas as metaphors, such as flowers, musk, or whatever.

The same is true of this female servant, who exudes the fragrance of iron.

Not the unpleasant smell of rust, but a unique smell. It's like a sword, a shield, and an armor, a trait unique to those who are entangled in the battle for supremacy.

"Remarkable. From the front, it seems to be a little stronger than the Persian miscellaneous soldiers. ”

The female warrior sneered, and with the afterburner in her hand, the originally straight short whip was instantly bent.

"But it's a little stronger than the miscellaneous soldiers, at most it's a high-level miscellaneous soldier-"

Before the words were finished, the oppressed short whip suddenly rebounded. The pliable whip flicked off the warrioress's sword, and the wind-swept wind ruffled her long hair.

"Then you're also a high-ranking handyman. ”

Lorelea, who counterattacked with beautiful skills, taunted as she turned defense into offense.

"So the famous hero of Macedonia, Hephaestion, only has this level, or are you just as an imposter as your master?"

By the time he spoke, the whip and the straight sword had collided more than ten times, and the aftermath of the battle had thrown the auction venue into a mess.

Fortunately, the acting manager took the opportunity to open the ceiling of the Ten Thousand Demon Eye Library, otherwise those precious Demon Eyes around him would be affected.

However, in this way, the passage of Hatres's escape was also opened.

"Shinji!"

The moment the starlight fell, Webber turned his head to look at Shinji, who smiled back.

"Don't worry, I'm here, they can't run. Want to leave in front of me, Iskandar himself is about the same, she is not enough to see!"

The attitude of no one in her eyes completely angered the female warrior, and Loreleia suddenly felt a heavy pressure.

It was an indescribable feeling.

The power of the sword did not change, and the female warrior did not use magic or other mysteries. However, the courage of this woman when she swung her sword made Loreleia feel very uncomfortable.

It was as if it was not a sword in the hand, but something that transcended a weapon.

- What the hell is going on?

"Isn't it weird? I don't lose my strength and magic power, why is it so difficult to fight?"

The female warrior apparently saw Loreleia's confusion and let out a soft snort.

"Remember, having combat skills doesn't mean being a fighter. To be a warrior, the physical, will, and soul conditions must be met - your body and will are sufficient, but as long as you don't comprehend the warrior's soul for a day, you will continue like this. It's a pity, I have such excellent qualifications, if I live, I will teach you well. ”

"Warrior's soul, I don't need that kind of thing, I'm a magician!!"

Loreleia scoffed, and the short whip sliced through the air, creating a vacuum, which was Barthmero's classic secret technique, the Vacuum Blade. At her current level, she can split the entire carriage in half along the long axis with full effort.

"Alas. ”

The female warrior sighed with some regret, spat out a short incantation, filling the vacuum in a way that no one could understand, and then used her straight sword to block the swift attack of the short whip.

"W-"

A hint of surprise appeared on Lorelea's face. This woman with a sword, this woman with the smell of iron......, is still a magician of a very high standard? Magician of the Divine Generation???

For the modern magician, that's the worst enemy.

"Nothing surprising. ”

The warrioress, no, the magician spat out a syllable again, a syllable that by no means belongs to the modern age, a syllable of great power. With just one syllable, it brought the same pressure as the sword, and the double pressure forced Loreleia to retreat.

"I'm also a magician. But when I say magicians and warriors, I don't mean professions, but something more essential, whether it's with a sword, it's like that, it's like you, and so are you, and everyone else—"

Taking advantage of Loreleia's regrouping, the strange gold and silver demon pupils threw themselves to the rear, and during the battle, the magicians retreated to the junction of the carriages.

It seems that the magicians of the present day have degenerated to such an extent that it is really unseemly. ”

"I feel the same way. ”

The only two people who didn't retreat, to be precise, the human beings in one person and one true ancestor, Shinji Makiri said.

"However, I have two things to correct. First, although the mainstream of the magic world is indeed not very good, not all magicians are degenerate, and the overworked middle-aged man and his students that you don't look down on are examples of no degeneration, and it is not good to generalize. Second, the woman standing in front of you is not a warrior and does not need to comprehend the soul of a warrior, she is the lord of the Hosei Department and the queen who manages the clock tower. Her first task is to lead, not to fight, and the matter of fighting is handled by her own warriors. ”

"Queen?" The alien pupils revealed a hint of strangeness and scrutiny, "Magician, your name." ”

"Lord of the Laws and Politics Section, Barsmero Lorelea!"

"Very good, then Loreleia, let me see, do you have the strength to be a king!"

Loreleia raised her eyebrows, her amber eyes and heterochromic pupils for tat, with a predominant, condescending spirit.

"It's none of your business to have or not, and you're not qualified to be judged. ”

This answer is not qualified, and a qualified king will not be afraid of anyone's eyes. And my qualifications - you'll know!"

With that, the female warrior swung her sword again.

Loreleia waved her whip without flinching.

With a light crashing sound, the scene of the beginning of the war was repeated.

The difference is that last time Loreleia stopped before Shinji, this time Shinji stopped before Loreleia, holding a black giant scythe, "Death's Scythe", a weapon that he had just borrowed from Grey.

"Irrelevant people, get out of here, there's no room for you to meddle here. ”

The female servant roared angrily, and her magic and tendon power exploded at the same time.

In the face of this pressure far beyond the human realm, Shinji remained motionless, accepting it all, and even had the strength to reply.

"Hey, that's not right, your target was me from the beginning, strictly speaking, Her Majesty is the one who meddles. ”

"You ——!"

The female servant was just about to say something, when she suddenly felt the sword sink down, and the sword she cut off was actually pushed back by the hateful young man.

"And didn't you say that it depends on Her Majesty's strength, and followers are also an important factor in evaluating the King. ”

Compared with the "Scythe of Death" with a long weapon, the one-handed straight sword is not suitable for wrestling, and in a few breaths, the female servant has fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage. Shinji seized the opportunity and successfully forced the enemy back with a "magic release".

"It's just a few talents, but it's an inconspicuous member of the thousands of magicians under Her Majesty's command, what you call a miscellaneous soldier. If you want to fight Her Majesty, take down my miscellaneous soldier first. ”

The boy carried the "Scythe of Death" on his shoulder with his right hand, and hooked it defiantly with his left hand, and a hideous smile with dark joy appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Seeing this smile, the female servant's expression also changed, first in disbelief, and then showed a smile, full of iron and blood, just like the young man's smile.

That is, the smile that belongs only to the warrior.