This is not the case.

On the way home, Amy suddenly stopped her steps and cautiously looked at her yard.

Really...... There were other people who came.

After a week of wandering the well-groomed flowers, the young Glory Man was sure of this—someone had visited his house during the time he had been away, and it was probably not once or twice, or the courtyard would not have been so clean—and if memory serves, the flowers and plants had been a mess that had been destroyed in his battle with the murderers......

He remembered very well that he had not hired a servant.

So, who would risk being found out doing all this useless work?

Not only was the doubts not answered, but they accumulated as he thought about them, so after making sure that there were no more clues nearby, he turned his attention to the door that separated the interior and the courtyard—after that, there might be unexpected gains and ...... Dangerous.

Amy touched the short sword pinned to her waist and walked again.

Closer, closer, closer.

Under the strong pressure of the muddy and burning breath, the young Glory Man gently turned the doorknob after inserting the key, and drew his sword the moment the door was pushed open, the sharp sword light cut through the atmosphere, and it was a little late before there was a restless restlessness in his ears, and at this time, the young man had already re-examined the living room.

There are even traces of life here.

Did the previous owner of the house still keep the key to the house?

If it is a character like the Misty Night Killer, it will definitely not leave any traces of this kind of life, no, it is more likely that it will not leave any traces that would arouse the suspicion of the owner of the house.

The guy is clearly professional.

And the one who occupied his home can't even be called an amateur, and he is a complete layman.

But Amy did not have the slightest carelessness, perhaps these appearances were just traps used by the assassins to paralyze him, and blindly making decisions when the situation was unclear not only failed to improve the status quo in the slightest, but also revealed fatal flaws that should not have been revealed due to the omission of the decision.

So...... Be calm.

Calmly analyze the problem, calmly judge the situation, and calmly ...... Facing a crisis.

Squinting slightly, the young Glory Man gently turned the doorknob, and immediately pulled out the short sword hidden in his waist, and took a step slowly...... Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the sword that was close at hand—there was no time to hesitate, there was no time to hesitate, even if he knew that the other party was menacing, there was no room to retreat, the young man could only move forward with his sword, and resolutely faced the powerful slash that seemed to divide the world in two.

"Khooth!"

One side has been accumulating strength for a long time, while the other side is in a hurry, and the outcome is self-evident.

Almost at the same time as the sound of gold and iron resonating, Amy's sword-holding arm suddenly sank, and even her entire body lost her balance, and then she fell to the ground on one knee with a "pop", and then centered on the landing point of her knee, and a shocking spiral crack appeared on the solid wood floor under the violent impact.

But—

It's not over yet.

The half-kneeling boy gritted his teeth and raised his head, his gaze over the cross-sword that had made him so embarrassed, and looked at the owner of the sword—somewhat unexpectedly, it was not the expected reckless man who wielded the cross-sword, but a young woman with blond hair and blue eyes, and an awe-inspiring and inviolable cold aura all over her body.

Troublesome...... It's big.

If it was just that awe-inspiring righteousness, it might have been faked, but when his eyes touched the blood-colored lines that loomed under the female swordsman's neckline, the young glorious man realized that the female swordsman in front of him, who wanted to kill him, was probably not his enemy, or even the opposite...... Her presence may have something to do with him.

"Hey ......"

Amy tried to communicate with the other party, but the current situation did not leave him room for communication - the oppression from the cross sword made him have to mobilize the strength of his whole body to fight, even if he wanted to open his mouth to clear up the misunderstanding, but he would always fall into the dilemma of not being able to catch it in one breath.

"Stop...... Stop...... Under. ”

Even though the basic semantics were expressed through the staccato voice, the female swordsman on the opposite side did not seem to have any intention of stopping at all, and the oppressive force of the short sword did not decrease but increased, and the young Glory One could even be sure that among the abilities given to her by the stigmata, there must be one related to strength, otherwise no matter how hard the training was, it would not have been able to reach this level of almost crushing him.

The situation has deteriorated even further, and at this moment he has to find another way.

Retreat - only retreat.

The battle instinct brought by repeated fierce battles made him know the severity of the current situation, and he did not waste too much time thinking about the gains and losses, he gave up the plan to continue the confrontation with the female swordsman, the sword body suddenly tilted, the body followed by a roll, and there was a whistling sound of the sword blade breaking through the air in his ears, followed by a loud "boom", the cross sword falling from the sky directly smashed the solid wood floor, and the wood chips flew all over the sky, and a few pieces even almost hit his eyes, leaving several inconspicuous wounds on his cheeks and forehead.

It's dangerous-

Before he even had time to sigh, the young Glory Man drove his tired body back to his feet, his eyes as dark as night staring at the not-so-tall figure in front of him.

Draw your sword, stand up, slash!

There was not even the slightest stagnation in the flowing movements, and there was no hesitation in the clear pupils that glittered like emerald gems, but in the blink of an eye, the female swordsman had stepped forward, picked up the cross-sword that was not commensurate with her figure, and danced in a bright moonlight.

Then...... Slash down –

The silvery moonlight poured down!

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Amy, who had already understood the disparity in strength between the enemy and us, did not intend to use her own shortcomings to fight others' strengths, nor did she intend to flee in embarrassment within the range of the sword light.

What he chose was to retreat – retreat and retreat.

The frosty sword slammed into the ground, as if the wind pressure that could penetrate everything lifted the boy's black hair and trench coat together, the hardwood floor let out an overwhelmed moan, and the foundation of the whole house shook, and the miniature mountains and rivers of earth and wood rose from the ground like unearthed dragons, showing the world its unyielding backbone—and then exploded with a bang, and dust and sawdust flew in the sky with a loud noise, rolling up a puff of dust.

It's a terrible strange power......

The young Glory One let out a silent exclamation, but his astonishment lasted only a ninth of a moment, and he quickly adjusted his mind, and before the chaotic wind pressure had subsided slightly, he had already dived silently into the dangerous storm of dust and stone like a ghost.

And then—

The sword shines like water.

The dark blood of the short sword was like a thunderbolt in a rainy night, cutting a path in the chaotic and disorderly storm, illuminating the entire sky.

It also illuminates the youthful and beautiful face of the female swordsman.

She...... Laughing?

After a brief moment of surprise, the boy's intuition had realized that something was wrong, but how could a hunter who had already woven a net let his prey escape from the net?

The girl with the silver and white cross sword high, her long golden hair dancing in the wind, the stigma on her forehead was exposed, and an ominous blood-colored light appeared, and then—

The atmosphere was stirred, the wind was howling, and the young Glory, standing in the midst of the raging storm, felt that the whole world was shaking under the raised cross-sword, and everything in the world was surrendered to her feet.

Supercharged, supercharged, supercharged –

There is no end in sight to the female swordsman's strengthening, but the condensation of wind pressure has its limit, and in just a few breaths, the extremely compressed and condensed wind tornado has completely swallowed the silver-white sword body, turning into a storm sword that is about twice as tall as her, as if it is swallowing wind and thunder.

Like the knight who commanded the wind to reign on the earth in myths and legends, the girl proudly raised her white neck like a swan, and her slender jade hands stirred the wind and clouds in the sky.

And then—

Chop!

With a single movement, the dust of the riot vanished in an instant, and the terrible Wind Tornado had turned into a monstrous beast that broke free from its reins, roaring and smashing everything that stood in its way, devouring it, and then turning it into a cloud of powder.

What are you kidding!

There is nowhere to avoid!

There is no way to retreat!

With just one glance, one can judge the grim situation in front of him, but in the face of the female swordsman's long-planned sword of the end, the young Glory One does not have a good solution.

The gap between strength and weakness is too obvious.

All he can do is - mantis, arms, dang, car!

With a fixed gaze, the young man took a posture, took a deep breath before the furious wind tornado was added, and then exhaled a breath of turbid air violently, without retreating, nor letting go, without dodging, nor dodging, he was so brazen and fearless to meet the violent tornado that seemed to destroy the world.

Just ...... Sheep into the tiger's mouth.

It is undeniable that the female swordsman is the strongest among the people he has encountered so far, except for the dark wizard Alfred and the great sword-wielder Black, who is about to die, even the Misty Night Killer who once killed him is far from the monstrous momentum that the girl carries when she wields the sword of the storm, as if she is the master of heaven and earth, even in the upper area where there are many strong people, I am afraid that with this sword alone, she is enough to occupy a place, right?

Amy's sword was fast, but not fast enough to cut through the storm.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the whole person flew upside down like a buckshot, and under the huge wind pressure, it smashed the walls of the house, pressed a terrible scar in the grass that lasted for a long time, and finally embedded itself deeply in the thick tree in the center of the courtyard, startled the birds, startled the layers of fallen leaves, and then ...... There was silence, only the heavy breathing of the boy still sounded in the night.

Much lighter than expected......

Is it to keep your hands?

The young Glory Man vomited a mouthful of blood and wanted to stand up and move his muscles, but found that he did not have even the slightest strength in his body, so he could only snuggle quietly on the trunk of the tree, waiting for the arrival of the female swordsman.

"The natural power of the Glory, I haven't seen it. The blonde-haired and blue-eyed girl let out a cold voice that was almost not mixed with personal emotion, and looked down at him condescendingly with the posture of a victor, and the cross-sword that was as high as the man fell slightly, and pressed against the boy's throat, "So, ask-"

"—are you my collaborator?"