The sky above them was drizzling, and two people who were constantly trembling sat in the corner.

Near the hill, at the doorway of the dilapidated building, there was a pool of blood, the blood of the man sitting next to him.

It was Trian, and his right abdomen was wrapped in a strip of cloth that Yesa had torn from his coat, which made her have to show her navel with some shame, but the other party didn't care at all.

With a faint breath, Trian stared blankly at the flowing water on the ground.

Yesa wanted to say something, but the words reached her throat and she swallowed them back.

Even if this situation was consoled, he lost his 'oath' and was separated from William, and then encountered the rainstorm and the loss of food, and even his love knife was abandoned in order to complete the jihua.

But the reward is ...... Fail.

Yesha was also a little hesitant at the moment, what should she do next? Where to go? Do you want to keep fighting? Or do you continue to run in the opposite direction of the Order's actions?

That person probably won't come back.

Obviously a mercenary from England, but he has no gentlemanly spirit at all, and he is afraid that he will run away when the lady is in trouble.

Glancing at the brigade members on his left, Trian was covered in mud and water, his hair was wet, and his out-of-focus pupils made him feel unapproachable.

He's swinging his right hand, wrong, looking at his right hand.

The right hand that had once held the girl's hand, the right hand that had grasped the 'oath', the right hand that had once caressed the gentle cheek of the other was so pale and weak at this moment.

Trian didn't want to fight anymore.

It is estimated that she will die here, and she will suffer this pain if she can't save her, even if she is not willing, she can't do anything.

People without liliang are so powerless, they can't even grasp the hope in front of them, and they are really a useless person.

Thinking about the past, following the girl with long golden hair shining like the morning light, Trian realized that he had been chasing her footsteps and walking the path she had explored.

Rather than the verbal 'promises' she made to her, she took practical actions to 'save' herself, which is why she came out of hiding at that time, and only then did she attract the attention of the knights in order to let Trian escape.

Underdog.

This is a portrayal of myself, and now I can't fight.

Looking up, in addition to the icy breeze, the sound of water droplets hitting the rocks was also heard.

Memories were boiling, and the wound was burning painfully, which made the numb Trian wake up a little.

The Knights are currently heading north, and even now it is too late to catch up, and without the help of Mr. William, the oath has been lost, and all the trump cards have disappeared, and all that remains is despair.

Pulling at the wound, Trian grabbed the dirt from the side with his hand.

The smell of dirt mixed with stench and moisture was a little slippery in my hands, and this smell was even more terrible than the smell of blood.

For it told itself that it was sitting here idle, waiting for her to suffer pain and sorrow, and tried to stand up, but was suddenly weak from the loss of blood, and its head hit the broken wall with a dull thud.

At this time, along with himself crashing into the wall, there was the sound of weapons colliding.

"Huh?"

Trying to take a sip of the flask from her waist, Yesha stopped, leaned against the wall, picked up a nearby stone and quieted Trian.

The clash of iron and footsteps drew closer, and when the distance was enough, Yesha scurried over the wall and knocked the stone at the other's head.

"It's me."

There was a hint of coldness and heaviness in his voice, and Natsume, who was holding a few iron spears, appeared in front of Yesha.

There were a few tattered parts of the clothes on his body, but other than that, the most concerning thing was the blood that stained half of his clothes red.

Ah, forgot.

Natsume patted her right shoulder with her left hand, and the red liquid receded from her clothes like running water, turning into a very ordinary-looking coat that was drenched in water.

"Judging from the situation, you have failed."

"There's more than one strong man there, are you okay?"

"It's just a little too much exercise."

With a wave of his hand, Natsume put aside the spear he had forgotten to throw away.

"Where's Trian?"

"He ......"

With nothing to say, Yasha motioned Natsume to see for himself about Trian's state.

Walking into the house, where only the corners and foundations remain, the man with his head bowed immediately appeared in front of him.

"Trian."

"Ah, it's Mr. William, I'm sorry, but after you lured those people away, I still failed."

"In that case, it's good to catch up, Yesa is holding a weapon and preparing to leave here."

"Already, no."

Interrupting Natsume's words, Trian smiled bitterly.

"There are hundreds of times more of them than us, and the 'Justinian's Oath' has also been snatched by the other party, that is our only hole card, if we don't have that, how can we rescue her? The moment it was snatched away, it was already over. All of it. ”

"So, wouldn't it be nice to get it back?"

"That's why I said I can't do it!"

Forced to his feet, blood foaming out with his roar.

Trian's expression was one of sadness, despair, and pain, mixed with many unpleasant emotions.

Clenching his hands, his nails digging into his skin and piercing his muscles.

Tears appeared in his eyes, he knew that he was a coward and a useless person, so he objected to Natsume's words.

"What else can I do when I go? Nothing can be done! They are about to carry out the reappearance of that plague, and we can't do it in terms of time or strength. ”

"That's it, are you going to give up?"

"That's it?"

With wide eyes, Trian staggered towards Natsume, and then tugged at the hem of Natsume's shirt with both hands.

The bloodshot in the eyes proliferated, but the hands that gradually lost their strength increased their strength at this time.

The tightly bound placket was retracted, pressing on the throat and making it difficult to breathe.

Trian stared at Natsume and continued

"To say, 'That's it'? Isn't that enough? Isn't the defeat you get enough?! I've had enough, even if I want to bear her pain and all the suffering, I can't even share it, I can't do everything. ”

"So you're going to wait here and make her desperate?!"

“…………”

"She said it, she knew you were going to save him, just as she had done with all the promises she had made, and now it was time for you to fulfill them!"

“…………”

"Even if you are seriously injured, even if you are devastated, even if you are unable to move, as long as you are alive, you should fulfill that promise."

Silenced, Trian, who had lost Liliang in an instant, collapsed in the water, but instead of closing his eyes, he stared straight at Natsume.

The other party used a powerful liliang, and the Knights of Orleans were as powerful as monsters compared to themselves.

He has no weapons, no trump cards, only a body that can barely move, no, and the promise he made to her in his heart.

[I will come to save you.] 【I know, so, I'll wait.】 】

In response to that expectation, can this crippled body also move?

Not just the battle, but the demonic Jihua who destroyed them.

If the 'plague' had been using Joan of Arc as a medium, she wouldn't have forgiven herself for taking so many lives if it happened.

If you don't want her to be miserable and want her to be by your side, then it's time to make a choice!

"Still lying there? Still planning to give up everything? ”

“…………”

"Choose."

Placing the handle of the spear he had brought in front of Trian, the body of the shiny metal stood tall in the rain, the light and shadow of the tip gleaming.

"Is it the abandonment and despair over there, or the salvation and victory over there."

Propping up his body, even though his whole body was in pain, Trian stood up.

He stretched out his hand and uttered the words

"Do you still need to ask?!"

Yes, definitely

"Fighting!"

Holding the spear, using all the protection techniques he could use on it, and relying on it to support his shaking body, Terry's vacillation was gone.

"Now, it's time to move forward."

Picking up Yasha and Trian, those who wanted to resist were also ignored by Natsume.

I, Natsume began with these two words, and continued

"I was called a demon by those stupid knights before, so please trust me, a demon mercenary."

Definitely, let you win.

Thinking so, Natsume leapt into the air.

The enemy is the largest magical society in France, the Knights of Orleans.

Fighting against a historical professional fighting group dedicated to revenge, the real counterattack is about to begin.

(The three chapters have been updated together, ask for some recommendations and collections!) Continue to codeword, and may continue to update in the evening. )