Beat the Boss Mob

34 – Maybe, no way

Whoa

A training ground at dawn that still has a gloomy energy.

Enlil inhaled lightly and slowly drew his sword.

As she took her pose and stared straight ahead, she soon began to scatter her light.

Ugh!— Ugh!— Sasasa!—

A flash of anticipation bounced off the blade and spreads in all directions.

He is an extremely changeable older brother who seems to stab and then cuts and cuts and then stabs.

Despite having a clear intent to kill, he holds his breath until he actually touches it.

The stage of following the sword with your eyes has already passed. A speed that no one can easily handle.

She is like a woman who climbed to the top floor of the tower even though she was not a warrior who had all the qualifications.

He has become even stronger by successfully rearranging his recently entered mana.

She has never been lighter in body than this, and her condition is simply top-notch.

“….”

But Enlil himself had an expression that he didn’t like something about her.

If that’s not the case, it could be that he’s doing that because he’s confused about something.

‘It’s strange.’

The more you swing the sword, the more vividly the senses of that time come back.

And then I realized one thing. She seems to have cut something without even realizing it.

Something foreign touched the tip of the sword. It was a fleeting moment, but she felt it clearly.

I was hit right after by the owner of the tower, and I was knocked to the ground.

‘Really… Did I cut him? But, how?’

It is true that I have become incomparably stronger than before.

Then how does it compare to the master of the tower? Can you beat him now?

Unfortunately, the answer to that, Enlil will say ‘no’.

On the contrary, I realized it more clearly than before. He still knows that he is far from himself.

As the level increases, conversely, the gap between that existence and yourself can be seen more clearly.

It is said that mana can be manipulated dramatically with mana seniority, but it is only at the level that I have realized.

It is said that swordsmanship is improving day by day, but that alone will never defeat the owner of the tower.

Now, again, while he ran all over the place, he just sat there.

By the way, the attack landed. It’s really hard to understand.

Even though he is arrogant, he has never been careless. He always crushed himself thoroughly.

‘A misunderstanding… no. I’m not mistaken. When I think about it, I know for sure. It wasn’t deep, but it was a sensation I had never felt before.’

Coming to think of it, it seems that this time I was strangely less painful than usual.

I have no idea what the owner of that goddamn tower was thinking.

My head is even more confused when I think of the effective blows I dealt.

What will happen to the injured owner of the tower when they meet next full moon?

Is there anything wrong with just a very small wound?

No, wouldn’t it be completely cured without leaving a trace?

Chae-in!―

“… !”

I didn’t notice it because of all kinds of thoughts.

That someone other than himself had arrived at the training ground.

Pod―

Enlil stepped back and reflexively aimed his sword.

A behavior that encompasses both the instinctive wariness of a person who crosses the line of fire, and the silent anger toward someone who hides his energy and surprises people.

“You are eager.”

The one who appeared in front of Enlil was none other than Seria.

“Saintess.”

She said, “She said you could just call her Ceria.”

Seria laughed and she said so, but Enlil didn’t respond.

She said at first that she was comfortable calling her Seria, as she asked.

But for some reason, I lost my desire to be comfortable with her.

Right now, I think it’s enough just to keep a reasonable distance and exchange greetings.

“Are all your injuries healed?”

Unlike her previous self, she was suitably injured and she was kicked out of the tower.

Seria’s condition is as much as she was in her early days. No, they say she was worse than that.

Her limbs were all crushed and on the verge of being cut off, and above all, her pain must have been too great. She

She’s injured. She’s getting better, but she said that the shock she received at the time wouldn’t be easily erased.

“Yes. She still seems to be throbbing, but it seems to be better.”

But Seria’s appearance didn’t look much different from usual.

Maybe it’s because the battles with the monsters piled up as they piled up.

For that woman, her injuries must have been as natural as eating a meal.

That’s why she must have felt a suspicious energy and pointed her sword at Leon without hesitation.

‘… It crossed her line, though.’

I wonder if she didn’t know if she was suspicious before, or if someone was suspicious.

It was Enlil, still displeased, who aimed his sword at Leon’s throat, saying that he felt that way.

It wasn’t just because she was being rude, it was even more so because her trust in herself had also been denied.

“It looks like Sister Enlil has also been defeated by him.”

“Yes. Now ten… No. I have to stop counting now.”

“You are amazing.”

“… Yes?”

At the slightly sudden words of Seria, his eyes asked what Enlil meant.

She’s so out of the blue that if you make a mistake, you’ll hear her sarcastically saying, “It’s amazing that she tried more than 10 times.”

“Even after bumping into such a gigantic being, you keep climbing the tower again and again.”

“….”

“It was my first time. Such a terrible and fearful person. Still, just thinking about it makes her body tremble. I’ve never been like this before, never really.”

Holding back her laughter, Seria blankly looked down at her hands.

As she said, her hands were trembling slightly.

Seria’s reaction was neither exaggeration nor a joke, but the truth.

She said that if you look at her expression or gesture, you can see it in her eyes.

A fear she had never experienced before, a human figure who faced it.

“That’s why I said it was great. How can that be?”

It would be nice to hear the answer, but it’s a way of saying that it doesn’t matter if you don’t listen.

Enlil did not answer Seria’s question, but looked at her silently.

Then Seria was about to part her lips once more.

“To be honest, I am afraid too.”

I’m afraid. It was a natural thing for a warrior to say, but it was unexpected for someone who had been to the tower more than ten times.

It wasn’t just an answer to comfort Seria. Enlil’s expression showed sincerity.

She continued with a trembling voice, as if recalling the moment she entered the tower for the first time.

“I am afraid. How can I not be afraid? Even if they say that there is a destiny as a hero, even if it is our duty. We are taught and asked for, but we are also human after all.”

“However, Sister Enlil said that she was afraid, but every time the moon was full, she headed for the tower without falling even once. If you did that, even if you stepped down now, people wouldn’t say anything.”

That seemed curious. To Seria, that seemed to be the most questionable.

I went to the tower more than ten times, but in the end I couldn’t bring the results people wanted.

However, a hero who continues to challenge himself to reach one of the two conclusions.

That’s enough to make a theory of sympathy even among people.

Even if Enlil could no longer go to the tower, he would understand.

Even if that’s not the case, your heart may be weak, and the holy relic may no longer recognize you as a hero.

But Enlil was still a warrior. And he still heads for the tower.

“Because there is something I must do.”

At Seria’s question, Enlil’s eyes turned slightly cold, and he raised his voice. She

She tries to pretend she doesn’t mind, and tries to control her emotions.

She couldn’t help the faint anger and shame that lingered inside of her.

“It must be done.”

“Yes. It must, must, must be done no matter what.”

Seria did not hesitate to ask what she had to do.

Even without hearing her answer, she could vaguely know by looking into Enlil’s eyes.

What exactly is she trying to do now?

Is it anger directed at someone, or disgrace?

“Is that the end?”

However, I still have a question. Is that really all there is to it?

From her point of view, Enlil had something else.

He was different from his peers in that he was simply a person who harbored anger.

Seria saw a lot of people like that. While she was fighting demons, hunters, knights, and soldiers did the same.

An angry person must be either extremely hot or extremely cold.

In her view, Enlil had something more that neither of them included.

“Do you think there is more?”

“If it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be… It seems to me that it is.”

I will wait patiently for an answer. I would like to know. Why is that person heading to the top?

That’s the reason why I go so confidently even though it’s such a scary and difficult job.

“There seems to be more,” He said….”

Enlil, who was speechless, suddenly had a gentle smile on his lips.

She was calm, but she was also so warm that Seria was surprised for a moment.

“I see. There was something else. Okay. There was. Whoops.”

Enlil’s smile grows deeper, and Seria stares blankly at Enlil.

The two warriors standing at the training ground were greeted by the pouring morning sunlight.