Although Cheese is very casual, Lothar does not feel that his opponent is a target who can be killed by "a few more slashes".

The human form had completely vanished from the man who had once pretended to be Baron Gray, and had been replaced by a skinless snake. The monster's face barely maintained its human appearance, but the facial features on that face had been stretched to the extreme, and all that could be seen was that its eyes were filled with the desire to kill the tiny human in front of it.

"The gods are on top! I'd rather fight another giant nezumi than be in a room with this thing. Count Montenegro instinctively took a few steps back, and it wasn't because of fear, but because only this distance allowed him to see the monster in its entirety!

The snake-like shape was the size of a wine barrel, and the once spacious office became very small in front of its huge body. As the monster poked its head out of the desk, its tail, at least what Lothar thought it was, a thick, fleshy tentacle wrapped in yellow fascia, slammed into the bookshelf on the right. The bookshelves, which had been carefully crafted from thick wood, were shattered in an instant, and the books that had been placed on the shelves were splashed everywhere along with wood chips.

"Poor mortal, you should be glad to see me before you die. You know, I'm not one of those mutated mice. I am a higher being than the Divine Mansion in your mouth. The serpentine monster said to Lothar in a deep voice. It sounded like it came from a dark cavern, and it carried with it a cold wind.

"Then I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. The Count held the sword in his hand across his chest, the sword was in the style of the Count of Montenegro, from the hilt to the spine of the sword shimmered with golden color, only the blade was sharp steel, "Although I often talk about the gods, I have never felt how tall they are. ”

"Yes, but I do not find faith in your heart, I see only anger and sorrow. Well, you're still concerned about your parents' deaths, are you?" the monster moved its face closer to Lothar, but the distance was still out of the Count's range.

"After all, it's not a fun experience to witness your parents die in front of you. Lothar carefully calculated the distance between herself and the enemy, and said yes.

"But how did I hear that you escaped the assassination because you happened to be away?" The monster that emerged from Baron Gray's body did not seem to be in a hurry to engage Lothar, and with great interest, it put its head to Lothar's right hand and said to him in mid-air.

"What? a monster like you like to listen to gossip?" the Count of Montenegro smiled disdainfully, his eyes fixed on his opponent's head.

"No... Poor Lothar, I'm not a monster. False Gray turned his head to the left of Lothar, "I said, I, am a greater being than the Divine Mansion. Pour out to me all about you, and I can bring you salvation. ”

The Count's response to the monster's words was simple, he made a stabbing stance, and the sword in his hand slashed at his opponent's head with a golden light.

"I guess that's what Gray said before he died!"

The Count's sword was undoubtedly pierced in the air, and as a result of this hasty attack, Lothar found herself surrounded by the sheer size of the opponent's body.

"Ignorant and ignorant little fellow, why do you think that grey robe left you to me? He doesn't care if you live or die, he just knows that he can't get what he wants from me. So he left you to die, just like other wizards, they're all such guys. Selfish, arrogant, short-sighted and dead do not admit it. "With his body forming a fence of flesh that cannot be breached," the monster said above Lothar's head.

"But that's not the case with the cheese I see. He had come from afar to fight for the strangers of this strange land. He is much more reliable than you. Knowing that the defense was in vain, the Count of Montenegro simply raised the tip of his sword, pointed it at the monster's face, and replied to the other party's words with this provocative movement.

"I'm curious, Lothar, what sustains you in saying this. Trust, courage, or your pathetic sense of honor as a nobleman? What makes you ignore reality and indulge in the world of your own imagination, and understand it with your childish and ridiculous eyes. There was a strange rhythm in the monster's voice, and as the time for the Count of Montenegro to talk to it increased, Lothar was unconsciously affected by this.

In front of the count's eyes, memories of the past began to appear, and these memories were faint, like phantoms that appeared on the real picture. But if Lothar wanted to, he could see every detail of these memories, from the death of his parents, his lonely childhood, to taking over the territory alone, leading his troops to fight for the kingdom, and meeting the mage in Turbidity. In these memories, Lothar saw more of what he had overlooked at the time, the disdainful words of those around him when they talked about him in private, the faces of the nobles who took advantage of him, and even the sneer of Cheese as he left the room.

"You're showing me this?" asked Lothar, looking directly into the monster's eyes.

"Of course not, those are your own memories, and I'm not like those devils who have a habit of looking through people's souls. I'm just, showing you the things you've overlooked. You see too many knights, and the world is much more cruel than those. The monster twisted its head and said to the Count.

"Do you know what my soldiers in my unit would say about what you say?" a smile tugged at the corner of Lothar's mouth, "they'll say, it's the loudest fart I've ever heard!"

With that, the Count of Montenegro jumped and kicked on the body of the monster in front of him. Although the body wrapped around the mucous membranes was a little sticky to step on, Lothar still used this pedal to jump backwards to another part of the monster's body. Then, he jumped to his feet, and the sword in his hand stabbed his enemy in the throat from top to bottom!

Unfortunately, the monster's reaction was much faster than the Count's, and the monster's tail was already waiting in the air before Lothar stabbed the sword. The fleshy tentacle that had just destroyed an entire row of bookshelves did not hesitate to knock the hapless Earl into the deepest corner of the room. The blow was so heavy that even though the gold armor on Lothar's body was superior in protection, blood was still flowing from the corners of the earl's mouth, obviously from the impact to the internal organs.

"Hmm......" Lothar looked at the monster with fierce eyes, his left hand was broken in the impact just now, and the sword in that hand had already flown away.

"Stubborn fools. It's ridiculous that you don't want to admit your ignorance until you die. And even then, you can't escape the fate of death, can you? The monster poked its head out of Lothar's side again, but since the Count was incapacitated, the monster unscrupulously stretched its face very close to Lothar. Lothar could even smell the strange smell in the monster's mouth.

Sunlight shines through the lens on the roof onto the glass wall behind the desk, and is reflected back to illuminate the room. The light shone on Lothar's body, reflecting a golden glow.