Chapter 47: Chapter 47

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Translated By Arcane Translations

Translator: FusionX

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What was that?

What on earth was that just now?

Clearly, up until the middle, the fight was evenly matched.

It was relatively crude swordsmanship for a commander of the Royal Knights.

On top of that, perhaps because he had lost one eye, his openings were too obvious.

However, at some point, the commander’s figure suddenly disappeared.

By the time it recognized that, its arms were already severed.

Immediately after that, its arms and legs were sliced off and fell to the ground.

Paradoxically, it was only then, when its limbs were severed, that Comprachico was able to regain some composure.

It was true that its stomach still boiled when it saw that man, but at least it wasn’t blindly charging in anger.

It could now think.

Comprachico calmly swallowed its anger and slowly pondered.

Did the commander deliberately sever its limbs?

No, that was not it.

The current commander didn’t seem to have that much leeway.

Rather, he was staggering as if he could collapse at any moment.

Then it meant that his power consumption was great.

The position of a blood demon was not obtained by playing marbles.

Having easily discerned that fact, Comprachico immediately prepared its next move.

Death itself wasn’t that scary.

It was just afraid of disappearing in vain without leaving anything behind.

So, at least for the end, let’s give them a stage that would remain in everyone’s memory.

Instead of the obvious development where the hero defeats the villain and everyone lives happily ever after, a delightful twist where the hero is actually corrupted.

Of course, it couldn’t move. Its limbs were severed.

Only its limbs, to be precise.

The flute that had fallen somewhere touched its mouth.

That flute was one with Comprachico.

Even without arms or legs, manipulating it was easier than eating rice cakes while lying down.

Moreover, the current Royal Knights commander was unable to move due to the great power consumption.

Soon, the flute touching Comprachicos’ mouth began to play sound again.

However, it was only for a moment.

The sound was blocked.

Because someone had firmly grabbed the flute and tossed it away.

‘Could it be that the commander reacted?’

There didn’t seem to be that much leeway.

Wondering if its judgment was wrong, Comprachico raised its head and encountered something beyond imagination.

It was sitting on top of it.

Crossing one leg, resting her chin on a clenched fist in the air, and looking down arrogantly, was a girl.

Under her white hair were two eyes.

One was a white eye with nothing dwelling in it, just like the other.

However, on the contrary, the girl’s other eye seemed to be a black eye like that of an ordinary person.

What, what is this?

“Hello?”

“...”

“There’s something I hate.”

The girl smiled and showed her clenched fist, not the one supporting her head, but the opposite hand.

Then, Comprachicos’ head shattered like a watermelon, spilling its fragments.

“One of them is being ignored.”

“Ugh...!!”

I silently reached out and touched that powder.

It seemed to be lime powder.

There was nothing particularly special about it.

And there was only an old metal pendant left there.

When I opened the lid of the pendant, there was a small picture.

It was a picture of unknown meaning that looked like it was drawn by a child.

But I could at least tell that it depicted an adult and a child.

One peculiar fact was that the adult male had an excessive smile on his lips, but on the contrary, the child was not smiling.

What did this picture symbolize?

Was it saying that Comprachico also had its own story?

No, that was not a story, it was just an excuse.

I coldly closed the pendant.

Anyway, he crossed the line.

“But this is worth investigating.”

The biggest question was Comprachicos’ identity.

Although the detailed settings of demons had never been revealed, judging from this pendant, he looked nothing but human.

What if, by any chance, demons were not beings descended from the demon world?

If Comprachico was actually a human who had turned into a demon?

Of course, I had never seen such a setting before.

Such a setup didn’t appear in the game either.

But there was always that one in a million chance.

I pocketed Comprachicos’ pendant. And I sat down on the ground.

The strength had left my legs.

“This is crazy.”

“Teacher...!!!”

“Helia?”

“Are you alright?!”

Fortunately, thanks to Helia running to me, I was able to avoid losing consciousness on the ground.

Although it was a bit embarrassing to be supported by a 13-year-old kid, at this point, I could barely manage even that.

My body’s condition was at its worst.

Time acceleration was best used as a last resort card.

If I used it recklessly and the opponent didn’t die, then I would die just like that.

Anyway, supported by Helia, I rejoined them.

As soon as Cluna saw me, she immediately started treating me.

Thanks to that, I survived.

“This level of shock is almost equivalent to being trampled by a horse. It’s commendable that a human body is still alive.”

“Is it that bad?”

“Yes, to be honest... It feels like your breath is being forcibly kept in to the point of not dying.”

“...I see, thank you for your honest opinion.”

While it was painful to use abilities related to time, at least it seemed I wouldn’t die.

I let out a deep sigh.

I only used it for 1 minute.

Is that the level of penalty?

Now it was difficult to even maintain consciousness.

I looked at my hand.

My hand that had been holding the pendant was now weakly unfolded.

Huh, where did the pendant go?

I don’t know.

I’m too sleepy to think about that now.

I closed my eyes just like that.

I heard people shouting something around me, but I was too sleepy to react.

And so, I lost consciousness.

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