How a Former Pro Takes Advantage by Doing an Easy Job

- Gaiden Episode 78

Gaiden Episode 78

[If you step out once, annoying things will happen again and again.

Doesn't it matter though?]

“It's okay.”

Hetia responded immediately.

Why are you going through such a hassle? To Cressel's question, she answered like this.

“Because I want to be with them. … … and.”

[And?]

“Somehow, it feels like a waste.”

It's a shame not to do it when you can.

“I liked them.”

that's what she said

Hetia can't live in a place where there are humans, but it's different if it's a different species.

It's a waste to lose here. So that means I'm going to do it myself.

Does it mean that you endure hardship because you want something?

[good night. If so, do as I have taught you! Ha ha ha ha ha!]

Cressel laughed out loud and taught Hetia how to conquer the different races first.

Hetia, who provoked them half way in the way Cressel had taught her and seized the initiative, uttered exactly what she had heard from him in advance.

“I will tell you what to do from now on.”

Her memory isn't too bad. no, it's rather good.

It was possible to a certain extent not just to simply listen and imitate, but to naturally reproduce it as if it were one's own.

More than anything.

[You are at least stronger than them.

If that's the case, I'll listen to what you say, even if it's a bit clumsy. Hee hee!]

Right now, the power to unite them is ambiguous.

So the one who belongs to none of them has no choice but to step forward.

[…] … By the way, if it ends like this, what are you going to do later?]

At first, I didn't say that concern. didn't even teach me.

Instead, Cressel just watches her.

Even though I picked it up by chance, in a sense, you can say that I am a disciple now.

The white monster is following the trail of the intruders.

Normally, I wouldn't chase after the guys who ran away, but this time it's different.

Any other flimsy stuff is fine.

But that kid. Only those with that strange appearance and aura will always chase after them.

You could call it an instinctive obsession.

He felt an instinctive rejection from Hetia. And it was recognized as an object that must be pursued and excluded.

Above all, he cannot easily forget the one who hurt him.

In the worst case, they will chase after you even if you leave the forest.

I growled like that.

The white monster never left this forest.

The boy makes a strange cry and shakes his head. In terms of humans, it feels a bit tilted.

At the same time as noticing the incident, something poured from above.

arrow.

Perhaps those with wings flew it. The monster thought rather relaxed.

This is because they know from experience that the arrow itself poses no threat.

As expected, the arrows fell without even penetrating the outer skin of the monster.

Even if it gets stuck sometimes, it's at a level where only the touch is slightly digging.

The guy falls off just by shaking his body.

But annoying as well. The monster decided to wipe out the winged one first.

chant magic

The vibration from the horn interferes with mana, creating an effect similar to the magic that humans refer to.

This echo is like an extremely detailed and precise chant.

A white electrical discharge soon erupted from the horn. Those are fast with wings, so I'm going to burn them with even faster lightning.

However, there is no reason for the monster to target the harpies.

The moment the magic is about to be completed.

A pure white light began to glow from the arrows.

Dig!

In an instant, the entire area turns white.

In other words, it should be called carelessness.

There is no way to be wary of things that you can't do to yourself.

The pure white light instantly took away the monster's sight, and he shook his head in agony.

How to get confused if anyone is blind.

Randomly released lightning pierces the sky, but the harpies have already dispersed and left.

Because the next turn belongs to another race.

“Bump!”

“Show him our strength.”

Then, the Minotaur and the Dwarf, who quickly ran out of the forest, struck the white monster in front and swung their axes and greatswords in perfect order.

Minotaurs and Dwarves with good strength hit the monster head-on and tie their feet.

Meanwhile, the white monster, who had barely regained sight, was angry and tried to trample them with its horns and hooves.

“Where!”

Centaurs with good mobility roam around him, and the elves riding on their backs play another trick.

“Tie that bastard’s feet.”

Among the elves, those who can use spiritism or magic start chanting. Also, those who start the chanting are naturally targeted, so the centaurs become their feet and avoid the monster's attack.

When the white monster tries to charge with power, the strong guys again block it and buy time.

More than anything.

“You cannot forget me. A deer-like fellow!”

Among the opponents who can face him head-on, there is Hetia, whom the monster annoys the most.

“Suck!”

I swung the hammer I received from the dwarf and hit the guy's chin.

Caang! A shock reverberates and the body shakes.

The hammer's handle bent and became unusable with just that, so he left it behind and Hetia jumped up.

“not there yet!”

He swings his fist and throws it up.

Even if it's not as shocking as just before, I'm going to hit him again and again, enough to give him enough pain.

Far shot! puck!

Beaten up and cut around.

After they retreated once, the effect of the magic the elves perfected the next time fell.

The spirits spew flames or lightning.

The sword wind caused by magic burns and hacks the whole body of the monster.

As if in pain, he struggled desperately, trying to defeat the enemy who had wounded him, but to no avail.

Unlike a moment ago, this time they are thoroughly united and cannot easily defeat enemies who use tactics.

The white monster's stamina slowly wears off, and its blood stains the earth.

Even the strongest monsters have limits.

The movement of the white monster that had been driven so suddenly stopped.

At some point, another chain is wrapped around the guy's body.

Two types of chains. A chain made of pure and strong iron and a chain tinged with a mysterious light.

Each item was crafted with iron smelted by the Dwarves and magic by the Elves.

Even if you don't know if you only have one, there's no way you can respond to both types of restraints at once.

While the guy struggles desperately.

“Pierce!”

The powerful tribes extended their spears and pierced his skin.

Fuck!

The first clear sound through.

Finally, the boy stomps his feet in agony.

The chain is torn off in half, the spear in which it is stuck is broken, and those who hold it are also swung away, but somehow they clenched their teeth and endured.

“Aww!”

“Hold on!”

“Hurry! What are you doing!”

While they gritted their teeth and roared, Hetia caught her breath and gave strength to the spear she held in the same way.

A spear that the elves enchanted with a weapon refined by the dwarves.

Holding it up, it flies into the sky while entrusting itself to the harpies.

“Drop it.”

After boldly giving the order, the harpies threw Hetia away.

It's not just about falling.

The gusting wind accelerates her fall.

“Wind. Are you stepping on it?”

Above all, Hetia is kicking the wind.

Seeing this, the harpies felt a strange sense of deja vu.

The way she sprints must have felt similar to how they flew.

They do not fly by simply spreading out their wings and flapping them.

In the first place, wings are just organs for stabilizing direction.

Most importantly, they have the instinct and ability to catch, pull, and repel the wind. That is the characteristic of the race called Harpy.

Hetia is reproducing it with her own power.

That's her natural trait.

According to Cressel, it has the power to reproduce the characteristics of various races.

Hetia focused only on penetrating the enemy.

She uses all her powers and abilities and has only one goal in her eyes.

“Pierce… …

I put it in and consciously or unconsciously use all the talent I have.

Unable to cut through the wind, I forcibly grabbed it and pierced it as if tearing it.

Pushing away even the roar, the tip of Hetia's spear finally reached the white monster's horn.

[Break the horns first. Surprisingly, horns are the lifeblood of a monster like that.]

Cressel's advice.

If you leave that horn, which is the most threatening organ, there is room for resurrection even if you inflict a fatal wound elsewhere.

That's why you have to hit it with all your might.

The strongest part of the most threatening organ. You'll need that much power to break it.

“Haaaaaaaaaaa!”

The tip of the spear touched, and a spirited and explosive sound erupted.

Fain!

Pure white sparks splatter. It looks like it will bounce off any moment.

Hetia forced herself to maintain that direction.

Drurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr The sound of something cracking echoes faintly.

Dismissed! A crack appears faintly, and at that moment, the joy and sorrow of the monster and Heita are mixed.

He tried his best not to break, but it was already too late.

“go away!”

Squeezing out the last remaining strength and increasing the momentum, the spear blade finally pierced the horn.

Paget!

Are the cracks random? Standing up with this, the white horns are finally broken.

Hetia's spear, which pierced through it, pierced the skull and penetrated beyond it at once.

After flying hundreds of meters, Hetia, who had barely lost her momentum and direction, collided with the floor as if she was being thrown out and rolled over.

“Kuk!”

I quickly prepared for the shock, but I didn't feel the next shock. The centaur Malloc, who ran quickly, grabbed her and grabbed her.

“Are you okay?”

“huh?????? but??????

It was natural for Hetia, who was already in a state of disrepair, to be concerned about Mallok's safety.

Of course, the shock was not small as he snatched her out with his bare body and caught her.

But he sneered and passed it off as if nothing had happened.

“This is nothing. … …

than that.”

huh.

Hetia turned her head and looked behind him.

The monster, whose horns and head were shattered, stumbled and sat down.

Certainly there is no possibility of resuscitation.

“… … this… … won... …

“The guy fell down.”

The different races let out a shout as if they had endured it only after confirming that the monster's breath had been completely cut off.

It would be even more unbearable during the difficult victory period.

So they shuddered at the fact that they had kept their strength and pride and enjoyed the victory.

And by the time the shouts die down, they don't forget to thank the person who contributed the most in the next turn.

“Thank you.”

“Thanks to your cooperation.”

Hetia awkwardly listens to their thanks.

“Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh?”

As if she hadn't thought that they would be so grateful, she didn't know what to do with a puzzled face.

With little life experience, I've never been thanked by anyone.

No, this will definitely be the first time.

[…] … Hetia. I'm sorry for pouring cold water on you while you're shy.]

“I'm not shy... …

[Well, aside from that. I'm sorry for a moment, but I need to move more.]

Cressel whispered only to Hetia. He taught me what to do next.

The work is not done yet.

[There will be one more guy to beat.]

In the first place, they are so obsessed with rejoicing over the victory that they forgot one thing.

[Why is such a monster here? Shouldn't I think about that?]

It's a very obvious, but easy-to-forget blind spot. How

a former pro

sucks honey