Текст книги "Overlord - The Lizardmen Heroes"

Автор книги: Maruyama Kugane

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There was a purple fruit on the outstretched hand. Hesitantly, Zaryusu placed it in his mouth and gave it a bite.

His mouth was immediately filled with a sudden sharp and bitter taste, getting rid of a bit of tiredness. Certainly for raising alertness, this effect was barely passable, but after continuously chewing it multiple times, suddenly a gush of taste exploded from the top of his tongue. Not only that, but even the breath he spat out had the same taste.

“Muu, what is with this cooling sensation that even permeates the nasal cavity?”

Zaryusu subconsciously shouted out his brother’s catch phrase. Seeing his reaction, Crusch could not resist chuckling.

“Do you feel that your drowsiness is slowly disappearing? The reality is that it has not actually vanished, please do not get overly familiar with this sensation. It is still better that you find time to rest.”

Zaryusu felt that his mind was clear and refreshed because of his inhaled and exhaled breaths, and because his entire body was filled with a cooled sensation. Feeling satisfied, Zaryusu nodded and replied:

“Then let us find some time and have a quick nap on Rororo.”

Having said this, Zaryusu immediately climbed on top of Rororo’s back, followed by Crusch likewise climbing upwards. The unfamiliar feeling of having a weed pile laying against its body made Rororo unhappily glare at Zaryusu, but eventually thought of a method to reassure it.

“Then let’s be on our way. Because the ride will be bumpy, hold onto me.”

“Got it.”

Crusch hugged Zaryusu’s waist– the prickly feeling of the weeds gave Zaryusu a bit of an itch.

“......”

The difference in the actual feeling and what he had imagined it to be like, made the corners of Zaryusu’s lips curl.

“—What’s wrong?”

“No, nothing. Rororo, let’s depart.”

What was it that made her so jubilant? Crusch’s extremely merry laughter came from behind him, making Zaryusu irresistibly reveal a wide smile on top of Rororo’s back.

Part 2

The newly dominated Tove forest was full of silence, every living being was afraid of the king’s gaze and held their breath.

But, only this place was different.

The sounds of trees being cut down and voices spread throughout the surroundings.

The golems here would make one think of heavy construction machinery– Heavy Iron Machine, were transporting wooden logs to a construction area of a huge building. This building still had a long way to go before completion, the foundation was huge, and a small part was completed.

Working within this area were a group of golems and undead.

Out of the undead working here, most of them were Elder Liches, who wore conspicuous red robes.

Upon each one’s shoulders were demons about thirty centimeters in length, sporting long bat wings and red copper-colored skin– demons known as imps. The imps lifted their venomous tails up high in order to prevent them from dripping poison and hinder the Elder Liches.

One particularly hardworking Elder Lich opened up the plans in his hands, and gave orders to the working golems.

Looking at the golems who stopped and obeyed his command, he compared the construction site and the plans in his hands. After a little consideration, he spoke to the imp sitting on his shoulder.

After listening, the imp expressed his understanding, flapped his wings and flew up into the sky.

With flying that could not be considered elegant, the imp surveyed the area with his eyes opened wide. Not long after, the imp found his target and quickly flew downwards.

That person was the Great Tomb of Nazarick’s Sixth Floor Guardian, Aura Bella Fiore, and also one of the new kings of this forest.

The Dark Elf girl used a rolled up paper as a megaphone, allowing her voice to travel far. The imp flew down and stood in salute in front of her, Aura then inquired in a familiar tone.

“Good~ now which group are you coming from?”

“Aura-sama, it would be Group U, number 3.”

“U Group, good good, understood. Now what else is the problem?”

The ones working here were divided into groups named with letters, from A to U, each group was sent to a different area to do a different job. From Aura’s memory, she remembers that Group U’s job was the construction of the storage warehouse, whose construction progress was also the second fastest.

TL Note: A to U means the Japanese Language Hiragana system, which is A, E, I, O, U. Not English!

“There are problems with the width of the logs used for construction, are we able to request for a little more ti—”

At this moment, the imp’s voice suddenly stopped, this was because a sound came out from a piece of iron hanging around Aura’s wrist.

“Its break time~”

Hearing a bubbly female voice, the color of Aura’s face suddenly changed, her ears dropped down, and changed into an embarrassed expression.

“Yes, understood, Simmering Teapot-sama!”

Aura energetically replied to the voice from her wrist.

“So, because it is already time to eat, the work for this morning will end for now.”

Out of all the monsters working in the area, almost all of them didn't need to eat. On that issue, Aura herself was also wearing the Ring of Sustenance, and needed neither food nor sleep. But since her own master worried about the wellbeing of everyone and always said “Always have a good rest”, she followed his instruction happily.

“Although it would be rude to you, but it is time for rest, so please come back in an hour.”

“Understood, then this subordinate will take his leave.”

The imp quickly left and flew into the air, leaving only the sound of his flapping wings.

Looking at the imp going towards where the construction of the warehouse was happening, Aura shook her shoulders, then looked at the strap on her wrist.

This time she showed an expression filled with happiness.

This was a reward given to her by her master because of all her hard work. Of course, towards their main task as a Floor Guardian, working hard at their job was a given, and did not warrant a reward. In fact, it should be obvious to give all that she has for the master.

However, she could not just reject the wristwatch given to her by her master.

“Hohoho, I really want to hear more of Simmering Teapot-sama’s voice.”

Aura warmly touched the strap on her wrist. Her current actions could be comparatively warmer than when she was touching her own pets.

All the voices that came from this instrument were from the one who created Aura.

Even though the voices were only used to tell the time, this still served to satisfy Aura greatly.

When she heard that her younger brother had received the Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown, she felt a little envious, but honestly speaking, right now she felt that the object she obtained was so much better.

“Hohohohohohohoho.”

Aura’s ears drooped, and she looked shyly at the strap. She looked at the light shining brightly onto the strap, and satisfyingly nodded her head.

“Why did Ainz-sama set some times when it cannot be used?”

Ainz-sama ordered that the times 7:21 and 19:19 can not be set as alarm time.

“Eh... why don’t we just ask him? Ah, this is bad!”

Aura looked at the numbers on the strap, and quickly ran off.

In front of where she was going was a maid.

One of the 41 maids within the Great Tomb of Nazarick, a homunculus whose outer appearance was that of a beautiful lady, but she was an exception.

Her head was that of a dog, with a vertical line running down the center of her face like a scar with signs of stitching. It felt as though her face that had split into two halves were being sewn back together.

Her name is Pestunia S Wanko.

She is the Great Tomb of Nazarick’s Head Maid, and also a High Priest.

“As per Aura-sama’s wishes, I have brought a hamburger, as well as two pickles, french fries with skin on, the drink would be cola… Woof.”

After a long pause, she let out a “woof” sound, making Aura think that she may have just forgotten to add it at the end. But Aura did not say anything special about this, because there was something else that had her attention. It was the smell which would make one’s stomach growl. Although the Ring of Sustenance made it so that one did not have to consume food, it did not mean she could not eat. Also eating should be a fortunate thing, especially if it was food that was so delicious.

“Speaking of the overall effect of eating this…”

“Ah, no need, no need, I am not eating this for the sake of a beneficial effect.”

“Understood woof.”

Aura walked towards the side of Pestunia, where a meal cart was emitting a fragrant smell.

“Time to eat, time to eat.”

Pestunia, upon hearing Aura’s self-composed meal song, took off the silver lid off the plate on the meal cart.

“Aah~”

Aura could not help but stare intently at the food revealed before her, at the same time spoke the words that immediately came to her mind.

“Although A7 beef is also good, but I much prefer a mixture of beef and pork. If only I could use that combination to create a 3 layered meat pie.”

“Then, this servant will convey your suggestion to the chef woof.”

“Ah sorry to trouble you!”

Aura then took the plate and happily walked away.

Part 3

Zaryusu observed the Dragon Tusk Tribe’s settlement before him. At the same time, a bundle of vegetation appeared from beside him. Needless to say, that bundle of vegetation was actually Crusch. She reached out her hand out to part the grass, revealing what Zaryusu thought was a beautiful face.

“Do you really wish to directly charge inside? Are you trying to clash with them head-to-head?”

“Wrong, it is the opposite. The Dragon Tusk Tribe values strength heavily. If we were to casually part from Rororo and enter the place, we could quite possibly come across people picking a fight before we even meet with the tribe chief, and that would be troublesome. Proceeding forward whilst riding Rororo would deter that kind of situation from arising.”

After riding Rororo forward for a distance, various warriors throughout the village must have seen them. Each one was holding weapon, and watching Zaryusu’s group with unwavering gazes.

Sensing hostile intent, Rororo let out a low growl. Zaryusu listened to Rororo’s warning and indicated for it to continue proceeding forward.

Continuing forward would eventually ignite into battle. Yet they kept proceeding forward until they had reached a threshold, a brink where anything could happen at any moment; before Zaryusu finally let Rororo stop and jumped down. Crusch also followed suit and was down in a moment.

Several warriors’ sharp gazes were directed towards the two individuals. Those gazes carried such intensity that they were no longer simply hostile but outright murderous.

Crusch was slightly intimidated by their gazes which caused her to halt her steps. Although she was an incredibly skilled individual amongst druids, she lacked experience of being in the frontlines.

Conversely, Zaryusu took one more step forward. Using half his body to shield Crusch, he shouted out loudly:

“– I am the representative of the Green Claw Tribe, Zaryusu Shasha, and my visit here is to discuss matters with the tribe chief!”

His powerful bellowing voice seemed almost as if it would disperse the murderous intent around them. The Dragon Tusk Tribe warriors were all startled and seemed almost as if they were intimidated.

Following this, Crusch also spoke up, announcing herself:

“I am the Red Eye Tribe's acting chief, Crusch Lulu, and likewise I have come to visit the tribe chief.”

Although her voice was not loud, it carried the pride and self-awareness of a tribe leader. The young skinny female lizardman from earlier was gone with the encouragement of the male’s self-confident voice.

“Once again, we are here to see the tribe chief! Where is he!”

At this moment, the atmosphere around them was rippling. It was just like the mood of the scene had suddenly turned into actual attacking force directed at the two of them.

Each of Rororo’s four heads did a somersault. Opening its jaws, it let out a threatening roar in all four directions as it shook its heads and glared angrily. As the gigantic hydra’s sharp growl emanated, fear seemed to permeate the surroundings as the atmosphere tensed up.

“... There was no need to protect me from something so trivial.”

“I did not intend to protect you, because you came of your own volition. However, I am the one who allowed their entire tribe to perish, therefore it ought to have been only myself to shoulder their hostile gazes.”

Warriors started to gather at the interiour of the tribe settlement. All of them were muscular and burly lizardmen with light scars on their scales, suggesting that they were veterans of countless of battles. However Zaryusu perceived that the tribe chief was not amongst them.

Each of the lizardmen were merely warriors. None of them carried authority like his older brother did, nor had a strange appearance with the confident atmosphere of being tribe chief like Crusch.

During this period when only Rororo was emitting an intimidated sound, each individual lizardman maintained a high level of alertness. At this moment—

“Haah!”

Crusch exhaled a breath of air, letting out a weak sound. However, Zaryusu, who predicted that there would eventually be one lizardman making an entrance, remained unmoved. This was because even before the opponent had shown himself, he could feel that there was an enormously powerful being slowly getting closer.

But he still could not help staring dumbfounded at the lizardman who appeared in front of him.

To simply put it, that lizardman’s appearance was simply bizarre.

The opponent was an enormous individual with a body build exceeding two hundred and thirty centimeters in height. This feature alone would be insufficient to justify calling it bizarre, therefore there were other reasons for describing the appearance as such.

Firstly, his right shoulder had a weird outer appearance being relatively thicker than the other, just like how fiddler crabs have a unilaterally giant claw on only one side. No, his left shoulder was not thin at all, with a thickness about the same as Zaryusu’s own shoulder. It was simply his right shoulder which was abnormally thick, and this was not because of illness or congenital malformation, but was actual muscle.

His left arm’s ring finger and pinky were completely gone.

His mouth was parted far backwards, perhaps as a result of a cut injury, and his tail was squashed quite flat, not like a lizardman’s but rather more like a crocodile’s.

However, even when compared to these, the most striking feature was– the insignia seared on his chest. Although it was different image to the one on Zaryusu’s chest, the meaning was the same, proving that this lizardman was also a ‘traveller’.

That lizardman with the strange appearance sized up Zaryusu, and let out a terrible laughter as his teeth clashed together, sounding like collision between dead wood.

“Welcome, wielder of Frost Pain.”

His deep voice was extremely fitting for his appearance, except it had the effect of making even plain talk sound threatening.

“This is the first time we have met. I am the representative of the Green Claw tribe, Zaryu—”

The lizardman waved his hand indicating that introductions were not necessary.

“Just the name will do.”

“... I am Zaryusu Shasha, and this is Crusch Lulu.”

“That person cannot be… a plant monster? However, since you already bring a hydra here, bringing along a monster to be its food shouldn’t be too much of a surprise.”

“... That is not the case.”

Towards Crusch who was about to shed her weed costume, the strange looking lizardman once again waved his hand to indicate that it was not necessary.

“Don’t treat my joke for real, how troublesome.”

“– !”

Feeling uninterested, the strange looking lizardman gave a brief glance at the bundle of weed which was Crusch before once again turning his gaze towards Zaryusu.

“Then, why have you come?”

“Before that, would you please give us your name?”

“Ah. I am the tribe chief of the Dragon Tusk Tribe, Zenberu Gugu. Feel free to call me Zenberu.”

Zenberu revealed his teeth as he smiled. Although it was within expectations, the fact that a traveller was also the tribe chief still came across as startling news.

But then on the contrary, this was also the most acceptable answer. It was impossible that such a powerful male lizardman was merely a traveller. In truth, at the moment he had appeared, the surrounding hostile intent had immediately dispersed like smoke. This male lizardman possessed such large authority as well as having extraordinary combat prowess and cohesiveness.

“You may also call me simply as Zaryusu. Then, Zenberu, please let us know if there has been any unnatural monster which has visited your village recently.”

“Un, that Supreme One person.”

“Since the opponent has been here, the matter to discuss becomes much simpler—”

Zenberu raised his hand, interrupting Zaryusu’s speech.

“I can roughly guess what you plan to say. However, we only believe in strength. Unsheathe your sword.”

The burly lizardman standing before Zaryusu – the Dragon Tusk tribe chief, Zenberu Gugu – smiled revealing a mouth full of teeth.

“What!”

Only Crusch exclaimed. Zaryusu and the surrounding warriors all showed expressions of agreement.

“... This method is simple, Dragon Tusk Tribe Chief. It keeps the judgment brief, and wastes no time at all.”

“You truly are an outstanding emissary. No, since you are the master of Frost Pain, that should be a given, right?”

♦ ♦ ♦

Selecting the strongest as the tribe chief– for lizardmen this was a natural and ordinary matter.

However, for a problem where the subsistence of the tribe was at stake, was such a simple method of determining an answer appropriate? Shouldn’t this be a matter to be discussed and evaluated by everybody, taking detailed analyses from different approaches before arriving at a conclusion?

Crush thought as such, then realised how coming up with this idea was incredulous.

In reality, all of the surrounding observing warriors, regardless if they were male or female, all agreed with the tribe chief’s judgment. If it were before, she herself would also feel that this decision was one of the options.

Then why does the current me feel doubt about this?

Where did this doubt originate?

Did she think this way because she had suffered the magic attack of some stranger? Impossible. When it came to magic, she was confident that she would not lose to anyone.

Crusch turned to look at the two individuals.

Zaryusu and Zenberu.

The two of them standing together looked like a child versus an adult.

Of course, body physique did not determine everything, and as a magic caster she understood this point fully. However after seeing the difference in body build which was like that of heaven and earth, she could not help internally screaming out at herself that she did not wish for it to be like this.

Do not wish? I hope that they do not— no, do I not wish for them to battle?

Crusch wanted to comprehend why such a miraculous feeling would swell up inside of her. Why did she not wish for this to happen? Why did she not wish for them to fight each other?

There was only one answer which was obvious.

Crusch let out a slight smile. It was both a wry smile and also a self-mocking smile.

You can only honestly admit it now, Crusch. You don’t want Zaryusu to fight because you fear that he will be injured… fear that he may possibly die.

Simply put, that was the matter.

In this kind of battle, only rarely would it end with the death of one party. However the meaning of ‘rare’ meant that there was still a possibility of it happening. If the fight escalated to one which involved a loss of reasoning, a life could be easily taken away. Born as a female lizardman, she did not wish that her partner would lose his life because of his participation in this battle.

This also meant to say that in fact, subconsciously, Crusch had long already accepted Zaryusu’s pledge of love.

It is because no male in the past had treated me like he did… that was why I would so simply… if it’s like this, does it mean that I am easily swooned? Eh, in the very least I feel… a bit happy and also a bit saddened… ah, really, enough!

Honestly accepting her feelings, Crusch walked to the side of Zaryusu who was preparing for battle, and gently tapped his shoulder.

“Are you missing anything in your preparations?”

“Nothing. There are no problems at all.”

Once again Crusch tapped his shoulder.

His powerfully built shoulders.

From a young age, she had walked the path of a druid, and had come into physical contact with male lizardmen’s bodies during prayers, anointment of medicine, and when casting magic. However it seemed like this time spent touching Zaryusu’s body was even longer than those previous times aggregated.

So this is Zaryusu’s body… ah.

When facing battle, hot blood flowing through the body inflated the powerful muscles allowing others to sense his masculinity.

“... What is it?”

Since Crusch had still had not let go, Zaryusu momentarily felt that this was strange.

“—Eh? Ah, that… this is a druid’s blessing.”

“This… will your ancestral spirits still assist me even though I am of a different tribe than Crusch?”

“My tribe’s ancestors are not so narrow-minded. Good luck.”

Crusch withdrew her hands from Zaryusu’s shoulders, and prayed in her heart for her ancestors’ forgiveness. This was because she had lied in order to wish for the man of her heart’s victory.

At the same time, Zenberu was undergoing similar preparations. In his right wrist he held an enormous spear– a metal spear with a length close to three meters, one which ordinary lizardmen would need both arms in order to use.

Then he casually gave it a wave.

The lateral sweeping motion generated a gust of powerful wind, such that Crusch, who was a distance away from that sweeping motion, also felt it.

“Will victo… no, is everything alright?”

“About this… I will adapt to the situation as necessary.”

Crusch originally intended to ask whether it was possible for him to win, but she did not speak out. Zaryusu knew he was facing a battle where defeat was not an option.

Then this male lizardman could not possibly lose. They had only familiarised over their half-day journey, and had only met since one day ago, but if anything Crusch understood one thing well.

This male Lizardman was worthy of being fancied by her.

“Then, are your preparations complete? Bearer of Frost Pain… ah, Zaryusu.”

“They are complete, and we can start anytime.”

Zaryusu cooly turned to have his back facing Crusch, and walked into the perimeter of the fight zone.

Crusch exhaled one breath. The reason was that she could not resist gazing at his back figure.

Crusch’s hand was in contact for a very long time – actually it was not that long – and the warmth left on his shoulder was already slowly disappearing.

The upcoming battle would be simple, similar to the one used for determining tribe chief. Because it was a one versus one fight, therefore the involvement of third parties by adding magic enhancement was a violation of the rules.

When the warmth was still on his shoulders, Zaryusu’s mind was sent into disarray. Whilst Crusch’s hands had not left his shoulders, he almost thought that she had cast some defensive magic on him, but as her tribe's acting chief surely she would not be oblivious to this rule.

Then, even when the other side had clearly not used enchantment magic, why did he currently feel so fired up inside?

Was it because he himself was a male, and wanted to put on a good performance in front of a female? Older brother once said that he was too dense… but this phrase seemed to be untrue now.

Zaryusu entered into the circle made up of lizardmen and swiftly unsheathed Frost Pain. The sword responded to Zaryusu’s command and gave off frosty white mist.

The surrounding lizardmen burst into clamour.

They knew the previous wielders of Frost Pain, and were also survivors of the Sharp Edge Tribe, therefore would have personally recognised the prowess of Frost Pain.

Seeing the ability which only the true owner of Frost Pain could bring out, Zenberu’s hideous facial expression turned into one of delight, revealing his teeth as he growled deeply, just like a wild beast would.

Towards the lizardman in front of him blatantly giving off an eagerness to fight, Zaryusu only coldly threw out a sentence:

“I wouldn’t want you to suffer serious injuries.”

This provocative speech heightened the surrounding lizardmen's antipathy to the maximum, however the subsequent water splash and sound of collision with the water surface brought about by extraordinary momentum silenced the surrounding.

That was the result of Zenberu stabbing the wetlands with his halberd.

“Oh… then let me taste defeat with satisfaction! Hear me well! If I were to die in this battle, he will be your tribe chief! There will be no objections to this!”

The surrounding warriors should have disagreed, but nobody voiced out an objection. In truth, if Zaryusu really did kill Zenberu, everybody would give their obedience even if they had to bite their lips to do so.

“Very well, bring your resolve to kill me to the fight. I should be your toughest opponent to date.”

“Indeed… understood. Then, if I were to die by your hands—”

Zaryusu’s gaze slightly shifted backwards towards Crusch.

“Of course, I will let your woman return home safely.”

“... Not ‘mine’ just yet.”

“Ho, looks like you really do wish to chase that weed monster. Is that female lizardman that good?”

“Extremely so.”

Zaryusu ignored the female Lizardman squatting with her hands covering her face.

“That I really wish to see for myself. If I win, just before I let her go, why don’t I cut her open first.”

Up until then, Zaryusu had a warrior’s willingness to fight. Now another motivation to fight had surfaced.

“... It seems like I now have a reason for me to absolutely not lose. I will not let a fellow like you see Crusch’s face.

“You really do like her to the point that no medicine can save you.”

“Yes, that is how much I like her.”

There were several female lizardmen who spoke some words to the kneeling Crusch, and she immediately gave a denying response by shaking her head to signal them that they should just ignore those two for now.

“Ha!”

Zenberu delightedly laughed out loud.

“Then defeat me! If you were to pass away, it would all amount to nothing!”

“That was my intention all along.”

Zaryusu and Zenberu’s exchange of words concluded at this point and they looked at each other.

“– I’m about to make my move.”

“– Bring it.”

Both lizardmen exchanged brief words, but neither made any movement.

Just as the surrounding observing lizardmen were starting to get restless, Zaryusu began to slowly draw closer. They were in the wetlands filled with water, yet no splashes could be heard.

Zenberu remained still as he waited.

Moments later, the moment when Zaryusu closed in– Something flashed with a loud bang before the eyes of Zaryusu as he lept to the side. That was the sound made by Zenberu’s halberd.

There was no technique involved; it was just a simple swing.

But that was why it was so shocking.

Zenberu took a stance with his halberd as he prepared to attack Zaryusu again. With just his right hand, Zenberu was able to wield that giant halberd. After each tornado like swinging action, he was able to immediately resume his original stance.

Zaryusu was puzzled.

Therefore, in order to confirm the intention of these actions, he once again jumped into the enemy’s attack range– and was again greeted with another identical fierce horizontal swing. Zaryusu blocked with Frost Pain and a great impact landed on the hand he was holding Frost Pain with, and his body was knocked back.

To send a grown lizardman flying with one arm, his arm power was indeed extraordinary.

– Blood boiled with excitement.

When the warriors saw their Chief display unrivalled arm power, they roared loudly.

Zaryusu swayed his tail to regain his balance as he retreated.

He shook his numb hand as he squinted.

What… is this all about?

Zaryusu focused on the giant body right before his eyes.

What is this? He is… too weak.

Zenberu was quick as lighting, and would send Zaryusu flying if he blocked with his sword. But that was all, there was nothing scary about that.

Zenberu’s movements were akin to a kid playing with a stick: there was no technique to speak of, just powerful swings with brute force. But was that really all? With that giant arm of his, Zenberu should be able to wield it more skillfully than this.

Is he holding back to lure me off guard?

Zaryusu felt that wasn’t it.

Well being wary of this unknown strange feeling, he rethought his strategy. Zenberu who had yet to take a step asked with a smile:

“Well? You are not going to use Frost Pain’s ability?”

That sneer was probably a taunt and Zaryusu didn’t react to it.

“I was defeated by the wielder of Frost Pain in the past.”

Zaryusu remembered, he knew who Zenberu was referring too. That person was the chief of ‘Razor Edge’, the one who was killed by Zaryusu.

Zaryusu eased his focus on Zenberu slightly and observed the surrounding.

Among the hostility he felt around him, the ones with the strongest killing intent should be the survivors from ‘Razor Edge’.

“The two fingers on my hand are like this because of that fight.”

Zenberu showed his left hand which was missing two fingers to Zaryusu.

“If you use the power that guy unleashed to defeat me, you might be able to win.”

“Is that so?”

Zaryusu answered calmly.

Indeed, that ability was strong.

And becauses that ability could only be used thrice a day, he had a great chance of winning if he were to utilize that ability. Zaryusu only defeated the previous owner of Frost Pain because the ability had been used up. If he had used that ability, Zaryusu probably would had died.

But it was impossible for someone who knew the ability of Frost Pain to taunt him into using it.

Zaryusu tightened his guard.

I don’t understand… Anyway, things will never end if we drag on like this, I should attack.

Zaryusu made up his mind and dashed in with twice the speed.

Zenberu swung his halberd at Zaryusu with amazing speed.