“...... And I cut down some useless things. ”

Long white as snow, a petite figure under a narrow robe, eyes covered by red satin, a long Azorean knife like a wooden toy in his hand, and a soft voice that spoke like a bard's sigh.

But why......

Why can't I move?

The pale-faced Carl Colin stood in place, staring at the elven girl while desperately trying to contain her trembling body.

It feels weird.

I can't see the other party's eyes, but I have the illusion that I am being watched by the other party, and my every move is under the control of the other party;

Prey, the illusion of being targeted by hunters.

"Your Excellency, excuse me. ”

The delicate girl like a ragdoll looked up very politely and asked, and the long knife, which was so simple that it was not decorated, was hidden behind her—the knife was so simple that when it was sheathed, it was no different from a cane and a stick:

"Excuse me, this is Duke Byrne's palace?"

The vigilant witcher suppressed the panic in his heart, pressed the "bright silver" behind his waist with his right hand, and rested his left hand against the mechanism of the Hidden Blade, staring at the elf girl in front of him without squinting.

He was desperately suppressing his murderous aura.

"Something?"

"I have been ordered to come and visit the Duke. With a babbling voice, he took out a letterhead from his collar and handed it over with one hand: "Here is a letter from my master, and I hope to give some thin noodles." ”

The respectful elven girl stretched her letterhead to the pillar beside the witcher.

Well?

The witcher, who was slightly stunned, subconsciously stretched out his hand and waved in front of the elf girl, but the other party was completely indifferent.

She... Is it really invisible?

"I took the letterhead, but the door won't let you in. Quietly taking the letterhead, the witcher forced his composure and said, "It's too late today, and the Duke won't see any more guests." ”

"Whether you can be accommodating is really a matter of urgency. As she spoke, the doll-like girl stood up straight, put her hands in front of her, and made a very standard bow:

"Please, please be accommodating, please. ”

The delicate girl in the picture, so earnest that she can't be more earnest, just looking at it makes people can't help but arouse the weakness in their hearts and raise sympathy.

But it was this delicate elf girl who had just killed a witcher, and to put it mildly, she didn't even leak a drop of blood!

The demon hunter who came back to his senses looked at the elf girl who was still bowing in front of him, and calmed down a little: "In this way, I can go and ask for you, let the duke decide, how about it?"

"Thank you very much, thank you very much!" The expressionless elf girl, her immature voice carried excitement: "It's really hard to speak, it's too troublesome for you, please do everything!"

"Then you wait here for a while, and I'll come when I go. ”

"Okay, please. ”

The elven girl bowed her head, and the witcher turned to leave, striding towards the palace gate.

Right now......

Without warning, the witcher turned around, and the "bright silver" in his right hand spewed gray-blue sword light, slashing at the girl's head.

"Bell ————!!!!"

The sparkling notes rang out.

The girl who was still bowing and saluting, raised the long knife like a wooden stick and a cane with both hands, and raised it lightly with her right hand, and the slightly exposed blade of the knife just blocked the sword.

An inch is not much, an inch is not much.

The witcher's pupils shrank, and the Hidden Blade in his left hand stabbed at the elven girl's neck.

The next moment, he stopped.

The elf girl dodged the bright silver sword, dodged the hidden blade that poked out, and the long knife in her right hand... The ridiculously toy-like Azorean long knife pierced through his heart with unmistakable precision!

The delicate little hand pressed the wooden handle and pulled the blade out of the unresponsive witcher's body, the shiny blade reflecting the cold light in the moonlit night, not a drop of blood.

"Puff ——!"

The witcher, who had no strength to parry, shuddered and collapsed to the ground, his lips trembled, his pupils darkened, his heart lost its strength to beat, and his blood seemed to stop flowing.

For the rest, there is only instinctive struggle.

It wasn't until this moment that Carl Colin really understood what the Witcher recruit had just gone through.

She was not seen drawing her knife, but the blade had already severed her neck;

Not a drop of blood was shed, but the heart had been shattered;

The witcher's body stopped moving, and lay silently on the ground, accompanied by the bones of the decapitated recruit.

The elf girl slowly withdrew her knife, her blindfolded eyes lowered her head, and her immature voice sighed:

"Again... Cut down something meaningless. ”

Shaking her head, the elf girl with a hint of sadness in her expression held the long knife in both hands, gently stepped over the corpses of the two, and walked towards the palace with small steps.

As soon as she stepped through the door, she suddenly stopped, tilted her head in disbelief, as if in disbelief.

"Huh?"

Next Second......

"Bell ——!"

It was the sound of metal crashing.

Under the night sky, the witcher Carl Colin, who had been pierced to death, had stood up again, and the bright silver sword that pierced out of his hand was stopped by the sudden turn of the elf girl when he saw through the back of the elf girl's neck.

"How is that possible?"

The elf girl's expression was very surprised: "People have obviously pierced the heart, why can you still stand up?"

"Want to know?" struggled against the girl's blade, the witcher gritted his teeth and barely squeezed out a smile:

"Sorry, secrecy. ”

If it weren't for the fact that he insisted on carving the rune "die now" on the back of his neck, I'm afraid he wouldn't even have time to react, and he would have been beheaded by her like that recruit, right?

"But the other gentleman is not resurrected, so... Is it the power of 'magic'?" the elven girl raised her head and said as if a child were asking an elder's question:

"If someone beheads Mr. again... Will the gentleman stand in the way of others again?"

His face sank, and the witcher coldly hooked the corners of his mouth:

"Give it a try. ”

The elf girl shook her head, her expression very regretful.

Now is the time!

Before the girl's knife moved, the witcher's pupils widened angrily, and the "transcendent perception" was instantly activated.

In an instant, time slowed down - Carl Colin could even clearly see how the long knife in the girl's hand swung through the bright silver sword and swung towards his neck.

Although she was still fast, so fast that even the blade could only see the afterimage in the vision of the "transcendent perception" strengthened.

But enough!

"Huh?"

The girl's face changed, and she realized that her blade was blocked.

What she didn't see was the witcher's outstretched left hand, which was already aimed at her face.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Bang ——!"

In the whistling wind, the girl who was in the middle of the air wave was thrown away like a cannonball!

Boom!

The elf girl in the wind flashed with a knife in her hand, smashing the rock that hit her directly, and her light body danced with the wind, stepping on the rock fragments falling from the air, and landed steadily.

Except for the bruises on the forehead and the dust on the back, there was no trace.

The witcher let out a tired sigh and pulled out his sword from behind his back.

A centaur who has come back from the dead, a dwarven supreme king who has been manipulated by an evil god, and an elven girl whose sword is so fast that she can't see clearly...... Why is it that since I followed Lord Loren Turin, I have encountered such "surreal" monsters?

I really miss the past when I relied on high-level spells and skills to bully the "flirtatious" enemies at will.

In the next second, the witcher with the twin swords in his hand jumped up from the spot and pounced on the elf girl head-on.

The opponent shot extremely fast, so fast that even with "transcendent perception", he couldn't fully capture her movements;

Her sword is strong enough to block the bright silver sword, and it is not only strong but also sharp, and can easily tear through the witcher's characteristic armor, and it is initially judged that it should be made of Mithril;

Eyesight should be her only weakness.

Then you should put it to good use.

The moment the hand-to-hand battle fell, the elven girl's sword flashed like a dragonfly touching the blade of the witcher's sword, and the tip of the steel longsword forged by the dwarf and mixed with mythril shattered instantly.

While swinging the knife, the expressionless girl retracted the knife at a very fast speed, backhanded downward, and blocked the bright silver sword with the blade.

Bursting sparks flew by the long snow-like hair, and the blade of the sword was grazing at a rapid speed, closing in on the witcher's neck!

Now is the time!

The moment the blade approached, the figure of the witcher flipped over, and his figure crossed forward while maintaining the movement of his right hand, and the long sword with the tip of the sword shattered let out a sharp "sorrowful roar".

It was the sound of the "Force Impact" pouring into the spine of the sword, and the invisible "sword qi" was aimed at the elf girl, and it fell head-on!

"Bell ——!"

The witcher's pupils constricted.

As the elven girl's blade suddenly rose upward, the seemingly solid long sword shattered instantly, and the "Force Impact" poured into the spine of the sword also dissipated.

Miscalculated, she can actually see!

In his gaze enhanced by "Beyond Perception", Carl Colin could clearly see the blade swinging towards his shoulder, and the smoothness with which he sliced through the armor was no less than that of slicing through butter.

"Poof——!

There was no bleeding, no sound of tendons tearing, bones breaking.

But the sudden pain and sense of loss clearly told Carl Colin that his left arm had been severed.

"Ahh——!!!!hh

The witcher, gritting his teeth, blushed and held back the pain.

Fragments of the sword were scattered on the ground along with the severed arm, and the witcher who had endured the pain collapsed with a "poof", pressing on the wound on his left arm, and the burning pain caused his body to twitch unnaturally on the ground.

"From a very young age, Lori was invisible. ”

Putting the knife into the sheath, the elf girl said very abruptly.

"Living in a dark world, for Lori... It's a scary thing. ”

"Because I don't know what's going to come closer, I don't know... I don't know when I'll be killed by an unseen 'being'. ”

The witcher who collapsed to the ground desperately endured the pain, staring at the elven girl as his remaining right hand moved to his waist little by little.

"Lori has only a knife in her hand, three feet long, three feet short. ”

"All Lori can do is cut off all the beings that are within three feet of her... There is no other way. ”

"So... Excuse me, sir. With well-behaved and small steps, the white-haired girl with a red silk blindfold stepped forward and bowed earnestly to the slumped witcher:

"Since Piercing Heart can't kill you, Lori will have to cut off your limbs, torso, and head - if Lori doesn't do this, Sir will definitely stand in front of Lori and not let Lori see the Duke, right?"

The witcher didn't say a word, just stared at the elven girl, staring at her expression, her every move.

"I'm going to cut some meaningless things again......" The girl who sighed in a low voice pressed the handle of the knife with her right hand: "Just because I can't see, because there is only darkness in Lori's world, Lori has never known how much she has cut is worth." ”

"The only thing you can do is swing a knife. ”

The blade is unsheathed.

"Poof——!

The right leg flew out.

The witcher, gritting his teeth, blushed and sweated like rain.

"Poof——!

In the second knife, the left leg was missing.

The torso jerked up, the remaining remnants of the body trembling violently, and the witcher's mouth was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, blurring his vision.

And then the third knife ... Sweating coldly, Carl Colin closed his eyes lightly and let out a long breath.

That's it, it's time to end.

The moment the blade fell, he used his last strength to throw the alchemy bomb at the elven girl's face.

Even if it is the same end, he will admit it!

"Boom ——!!!!"

The flames exploded, engulfing the figures of the two.

But at this moment......

Poof——!

Under Carl Colin's stunned gaze, a flash of sword light flashed in front of him and split the exploding flames in two!

The smoke and fire cleared, and the two were unharmed!

The shocked witcher couldn't even speak.

"All Lori can do is cut off everything within three feet of herself...... Elf girl slowly retracted her knife again: "Within three feet, there is no constant existence of Lori's slash, and within three feet, there is no ...... that can get close to Lori."

Smack——!

A soft crisp sound interrupted the elf girl's words.

A heavy two-handed sword slammed into her shoulder without warning, and the crisp sound made people even afraid that it would not smash the weak and delicate shoulder.

The shocked witcher didn't say a word, staring at the figure behind the girl from beginning to end.

The figure trembled suddenly, feeling the coldness coming from her neck, and the elf girl remained motionless, standing up again very "well-behaved".

"Within three feet, there is no constant presence of you. The ridiculous tone is a bit playful:

"It's scary... Can I give it a try?"

"Excuse me, sir, your name?"

"Isn't it common sense to tell someone their name before asking for it?"

"It's rude. The delicate girl bowed her head slowly: "Lori Zade, the Eagle King sits down, the chief samurai and priest of the Imperial Court, and has been ordered to visit the Duke of Byrne; may I ask you ......?"

"Lord of the Thirteen Lords of Byrne, Loren Turin. The black-haired wizard replied coldly, the big sword in his hand a little harder: "I'm the one you're looking for, and I'm still ......"

“...... Someone who wants to kill you!"