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The shaking of the palace further intensified due to an external impact. This wasn’t the time to be leisurely talking with Boss K. Whether the other side came over, or vice versa, we would end up meeting very soon.
I once again summoned forth Holy Sword 2, and surrounded my entire body with the powers of SSS-rank Dark Energy and Battle Spirit.
“Well then, shall we have a look at this angel’s face?”
“It’s fine. Just don’t end up dying.”
I rejected the Elf father and daughter’s intention to work together, as I didn’t completely trust in them. Too many times, to a sickening extent, had I made the mistake of making early judgements after only listening to one side of a story in the 1st Playthrough. To put it bluntly, this parent and child duo could be heinous criminals. What if they had received the verdict of a life sentence because they committed too big a wrong? Then the conclusion would be that the ones breaking in right now would be in the right.
“Ow Ow ooo~”
The ogres that discovered me came over attacking in a group. I had no time to play with this lot, however; I simply ignored and passed them by as even the time spent cutting them down would be a waste.
But the intruders didn’t seem to have the same thought.
“Ow Ow oo~?!”
The ogres, pierced through by a sort of light, were killed in swathes.
Contrary to Boss K’s explanation of how you would never die within this underground prison, the corpses of the ogres done in by that light disappeared without a trace.
I gazed towards the direction from where that problematic light had shot over from. Before all else, however, I had to confirm something.
‘Miss Trainee Teacher, do you know about the nature of the angels?’
▶Answer: Of course I do! They are beings of a contrasting attribute to demons. This is between you and me, but if the graduate who defeats the Demon King wishes to remain in Fantasia’s continents, they will naturally go over to a higher education process. The main enemies they’ll face at that time are the angels.
So the elementary education was demons? Having listened to Miss Trainee Teacher’s words, it turned out that the situation was a highly dangerous one—it was akin to a high schooler being given a university-level problem to solve.
The number of times that even I, as someone with 11 years of Hero-ing experience, had seen an angel was so few as to be counted on a hand, and those angels I saw were mostly exiled criminals. The individuals in subject had said, “I was an angel in the past. Surprised, right?” but truthfully at the time I wasn’t particularly interested; I didn’t take seriously the words of those scammers claiming to have only lost the power of an angel due to being exiled. And I still felt the same way about them.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
Dozens of beams of light came shooting at me.
“Even though we could solve things with a constructive conversation without fighting.”
They were committing a mistake, like assassins attacking the carriage of an imperial princess who harmed the welfare of her nation. That’s why folk like them always bought misunderstanding and met unfair endings.
“It’ll be like that this time too.”
I wasn’t so kind as to overlook getting hit by others. My Skill Fortune consistently activated at this time as well.
Swish, swish, swish.
All the beams of light shot by the angels unbelievably brushed past my body. Not a single one managed to make contact.
It was a situation that made me laugh in spite of myself. My heart began to grow ever so overwhelmingly inclined towards the Job of Thief rather than Hero.
Slowly, the profiles of the intruders came into my sight.
▷Job: Watchman(Defense→Five Senses↑)
▷Skills: Divinity(S) Divine Protection(S) Glory(S) Order(S) Judgement(A)…
It really was an angel. Their race alone was already revealing “I’m an angel!”, but the two pairs of pure-white wings on their backs was similar to the image of an angel in my imaginations. And they all appeared to be virtuous.
“So it was the Hero’s doing after all.”
“You will be stabbed to death for the crime of releasing the sinners.”
“Abandon the thought of an easy death.”
They spoke harsh words with faces that looked as if incapable of harming a fly. Starting off by killing the moment we met?
In the 1st Playthrough, the majority of those scammers claiming to be a former angel were at least consistent in looks and behaviour; good-natured, abiding by rules, and conscientious. Yet what exactly were this lot?
“Ahh, eyes that say they themselves are absolute justice, I see.”
That was exactly how my 1st Playthrough companions were like; they didn’t hold a whit of doubt in their own actions. To save one young girl who called for help, they would slaughter hundreds of people who might have a daughter of the same age.
The attitudes being shown by these angels was also the same.
I hadn’t done anything. All that had happened was that the event location above was burned out of existence by a meteor coincidentally dropping from the sky, and thus appeared the underground tunnel. I had only entered out of curiosity and yet, these angels were suddenly trying to kill me right off the bat.
I also liked this sort of development, as things went quick, better than mouthing off endlessly.
The angels moved by flying at a low altitude despite being inside the narrow-spaced palace. Their intact legs were apparently just decorations.
I made my approach at an angle, kicking off the walls and pillars of the palace. The flight ability of the winged angels weren’t a big advantage here, a space that was enclosed in all directions; their wings only served to be cumbersome in this place.
“How is he not being hi—Kugh?!”
I stretched out a hand towards the grumbling male angel’s face and thrust my fingers into his two eye sockets, taking a grip like I would a bowling ball. Then I bowled him.
The female angel, who collided with her comrade who came flying over in a bloody mess, let out a cute scream as she tumbled over along with the male.
I kicked off the palace ceiling and leaped towards their side in an instant.
I impaled the two on Holy Sword 2 like a skewer.
“Two for starters.”
I mustered the entirety of my Dark Energy’s power as it would be bothersome should they happen to revive. While I had no previous experience in this, they were unlikely to remain fine if they clashed with a conflicting power.
A pitch-black aura coiled around Holy Sword 2, the bodies of the two angels exposed to this began to convulse. And then they let out lovely shrieks.
Their singing didn’t go on for long, however—the two angels whose skins had been youthful and plump turned middle-aged, then elderly in no time, then became like mummified corpses. And that was it.
There were no signs of them reviving.
“To think a Hero possesses Dark Energy!”
“This Dark Energy is Demon King-level!”
“O god of heaven, how could this…”
The group of angels that had been heading towards the Elf father and daughter located at the palace’s heart changed direction in unison, then came charging towards me. Had they judged me to be the largest threat? Or was it out of camaraderie? Whatever the case, it made things easier for me as it saved the work of pursuing them.
Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!
A banquet of beams of light shooting over like rain, yet not one of these beams managed to touch my body. Shouldn’t they be taking out some other means of attack at this point? That is of course, if they had one.
I grasped the neck of an angel.
Had this angel been a warrior like the boss’ daughter, he would have immediately resisted by kicking at my Treasure 1 or flinging his fists. This one wasn’t able to do so, however; he was merely frightened out of his wits, meaninglessly flailing his limbs about. It was just like… facing a child.
Finding it too bothersome to even continue dealing with him, I broke his cervical vertebrae between the 6th and 7th point. I used Dark Energy as the finisher this time as well; starting from the center of the angel’s neck, his entire body began to melt like ice cream in the middle of summer.
“Run away! All units retreat!”
“Hurry and make a report to the higher ups…!”
“Just what on earth is this Hero!?”
The angels, judging that they couldn’t go on like this any further, turned around. They took flight the moment they realized their light beams, which were their sole method of attack, had no effect and that they were utterly no match for the opponent.
Wearing a fishy smile, I swung down Holy Sword 2.
‘You should take responsibility for picking a fight, yeah? My appearance-fee is expensive.’
The Skill Massacre wasn’t restricted to lifeforms—the cut I made at mid-air grazed the wings and bodies of the angels, and collapsed the pillars and ceiling of the palace before them.
I had sealed their escape route.
“O Hero! Why do you take the side of those followers of evil?!”
One of the trembling angels gathered his courage to shout this question at me.
“Who are these ‘followers’?”
“The companions of the fallen Hero! Evils that encouraged the Hero, who forgot his duty to slay the Demon King, onto the wrong path instead of persuading him!”
I got to listen to an interesting story, so I decided to repay the angel for his courage and sincerity.
I stabbed him with Holy Sword 2 and…
Reduced him to dust using Dark Energy(SSS).
“Oh my god…”
It was a one-sided fight from that point onwards; in a refreshed manner I went around to them one by one, feeling as if I was playing tag with chickens trapped in a coop, and wrung their necks. Of course, I didn’t kill them right away.