I Can’t Run Away From the Girl Who Saved Me

199 – The End (1)

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The outward appearance of the battle was that Sylvia had an overwhelming advantage.

He roughly pierces the body of the black monster that swings around while exhaling sharply, and knocks away most of its disgusting tentacles.

There were no clashing blades, so not even the sharp crack of metal could be heard.

All that could be heard were the countless sounds of something being cut and the slimy sound of tentacles brushing past Sylvia that she couldn’t stop.

Despite the pain seeping into her body, Sylvia’s arm muscles, which had been trained for a very long time, moved even faster, emitting explosive heat.

Sylvia’s longsword, which stabbed the Demon King’s body without mercy, created afterimages that appeared to number in the dozens.

The Demon King fought back with tentacles and sharp claws on the tips of his hideous arms, but some of the attacks failed to even respond.

In the past, the Demon King was a wizard who used powerful spells, so Sylvia’s idea that he would not lose in a close combat seemed to be almost correct.

But even in the midst of all this, Sylvia felt a sense of discomfort.

“…Fuck,”

It wasn’t just because the Demon King never died.

Since he had a history of surviving completely without his neck being cut off, I expected that it wouldn’t be easy to kill him.

But what was really strange was that he never really fought back properly.

I don’t use spells or summon spirits.

The basics of combat are to get out of your opponent’s attack gap and into your own gap.

The Demon King, who uses evil tricks, would have an overwhelmingly longer range than Sylvia, who uses a sword. Therefore, the Demon King’s basic stance would be to push Sylvia away or step back to create some distance.

But the Demon King, while oozing disgusting waste, slowly approached Sylvia.

The Demon King’s lowly swings with obvious preparatory movements and the annoying tentacles flying around indiscriminately seemed like he was taunting people to cut him down.

“Okay, try to hold out until the end.”

Sylvia willingly gave in to the provocation.

It’s not that I lost my cool.

The distinct feel of the sword as it was swung was clear evidence that the Demon King’s body was being cut, and Sylvia’s sword had the power to definitely take a life with every swing.

No matter how much the Demon King constantly recovered and seemed to be resurrected no matter how many times he was killed, there was clearly a limit to his abilities.

Sylvia, who had even subdued Alice, who was clad in that terrifying divine power, gritted her teeth and continued to subdue the Demon King even more violently.

But what on earth is this sense of discomfort?

It’s clear that I’m the one being pushed, but why do I feel like I’m being pushed more and more?

As if metaphorically symbolizing her wavering inner self, a creepy sound similar to the flapping of cockroach wings was buzzing in Sylvia’s ears.

Sylvia shook off her anxiety and gripped her sword more tightly.

‘Come to your senses. Don’t think of useless things.’

Sylvia forced her eyes to avert her gaze from the feeling of discomfort and anxiety, opened her fingers holding the sword wide, and then closed them again.

If you drop your sword because of the sweat on your hands, and if you get defeated by the Demon King because of it, there’s nothing more ridiculous than that.

Sylvia stomped on the severed tentacles that were now piled up on the floor and struck the Demon King in the face with her elbow.

As I quickly raised my sword, thrusting it under the Demon King’s armpit, one of the Demon King’s arms shot up into the sky in an instant.

The Demon King opened his mouth with a smirk on his reptilian face, clutching his severed shoulder as he screamed.

“You seem to like cutting here, don’t you? You cut that kid’s shoulder, Ash.”

“Shut up”

Sylvia struck the Demon King’s jaw with the back of her gauntlet as if it would shatter it.

“Are you trying to make me mentally unstable because of my anger? That won’t happen.”

“under,”

Sylvia’s sword pierced the long maw of the demon lord from below.

As Sylvia raised her arm, the Demon King’s feet began to float into the air, impaled by the sharp sword.

Would the pain of having one’s entire body weight rest on a sharp sword be too much for even a monster to bear?

The Demon King groaned, flailing his pale, withered legs.

“I already hate you so much.”

With a simple twist of Sylvia’s wrist, the sword that had pierced the Demon King’s snout spun around in a full circle.

As the Demon King fell to the ground under his weight, his face cut off revealing a large cut section, Sylvia stomped on his back and thrust her sword between the protruding, creaky spine.

The Demon King struggled on the ground.

Sylvia pressed down on the Demon King’s body and spoke while tapping her ear, which was ticklish because of the strange sound.

“Try it some more. Try to tease me more. Hurry up.”

“Keeeek”

“You did all this fucking talking, didn’t you?”

“Kkekekekeke”

The Demon King made a noise, spitting out a disgusting liquid from his throat.

Sylvia, who heard the sound as if it was mocking her, slowly took a deep breath and twisted the sword that had stabbed his spine.

With a gasp of breath, the flailing legs sank like a doll with its strings cut off.

“I don’t work, but all the attempts to scratch my nerves.”

“Keuhihihehehe”

“What’s funny about a subject that has failed and been trampled on?”

The Demon King slowly turned his trembling face.

The Demon King, whose eyes were set to the sides due to the Lizard Man’s characteristic face, was able to easily make eye contact with Sylvia, who was standing behind him.

Sylvia gritted her teeth as she looked into those red eyes that were just like her own.

The Demon King began to laugh at Sylvia and speak with a dull pronunciation.

“I think it… worked well enough?”

“what?”

“Yes, that sound is the flapping wings of my spirits. My faithful servants who always fly around me.”

Sylvia said with a snort.

“Well, that must be it. Your majesty that makes people scared just by looking at you is nothing more than a trick to mess with other people’s nerves. You’re best suited to crawling on the floor, you damn lizard.”

“But… do you know that?”

“What the hell.”

The Demon King said with a giggle.

Even though she was clearly the one being trampled underfoot, he could feel goosebumps running down Sylvia’s body.

“Why did I just have the spirits fly around me? I could have just fought back with spirit magic.”

“I’m not curious.”

“You, who arrived before me with the wizard, would not have heard anything like this.”

“I told you, you’re not curious? You fucking idiot.”

Sylvia stomped on him as if she was going to break his neck.

But the Demon King opened his mouth without paying any attention.

“Being able to see spirits actually turned out to be a weakness.”

“what,”

“Your ability to observe your surroundings has diminished, and your mental strength has worn away. You have become weaker. Just as weaker as I have become.”

“That’s not something a loser should say.”

The Demon King chuckled.

“defeat?”

Then, the Demon King slowly pushed away Sylvia’s foot that was trampling on him and raised his body.

Sylvia was startled by the sight of the Demon King suddenly rising up, overcoming his own strength, and hurriedly pulled out the sword embedded in his body to the side.

The Demon King roughly swept away the yellowish fluid and internal organs pouring out from between his split abdomen with his hands and slowly grimaced at his disgusting face.

“I was wasting my time. Of course.”

Something is different.

weird.

The Demon King reveals his true intentions.

That monster is not stupid, and there’s no way he’d just blurt out his plan to the enemy.

I don’t know what it is, but it probably means that things have already gone the way he wanted.

Sylvia forced the corners of her lips up, trying hard to ignore the cold sweat running down her forehead.

“Waste your time? What are you doing? Was suffering your plan? You should have told me. I’d cut you down as much as you wanted.”

The Demon King smiled silently and snapped his fingers.

The sound of wings flapping in Sylvia’s ears suddenly stopped.

“…?”

And at the same time, Maria’s sharp scream was heard.

“Sylvia!”

Sylvia reflexively turned around and looked back.

“…Ash?”

Ash was kneeling on the floor, his head bowed to the ground with a look of confusion on his face.

Maria was on one knee, supporting Ash’s fallen body.

Black blood was gushing out from Ash’s fallen mouth.

“What is this…”

“I don’t have time to explain… so,”

“Come out now!”

As if continuing Maria’s words, Pia screamed.

At that moment, Sylvia was able to realize.

What was the purpose of the time-wasting that the Demon King spoke of?

“Magi…”

The concentration is thick.

A dark and murky magic that cannot be compared to the forest.

Sylvia, who had a decent amount of divine power in her body, although less than Alice, was fine.

The spirits Pia and Maria are also not greatly influenced by Magi.

That’s why I overlooked it.

I thought it didn’t really matter what the Demon King was aiming for or how he was wasting his time.

But it wasn’t.

There was only one human here who was affected by magic.

“no!”

Alice clearly imparted divine powers to Ash’s body.

Even in Sylvia’s eyes, it was quite a large amount of divine power.

However, unlike Sylvia and Alice, the divine power in Ash’s body cannot be restored once it is consumed.

And this place was filled with a dark magic that was incomparable to the forest Alice had seen.

This thick magic must have quickly burned away the divine power within Ash’s body.

“Hey, Ash!”

Sylvia put strength into the tips of her feet that touched the ground.

I concentrated all my strength and consciousness on my toes to reach Ash in just one leap.

But, that brief moment.

That very brief moment when consciousness toward the Demon King was cut off.

Sylvia found a large tentacle emerging from her chest behind her back.

“Ugh!”

Even Sylvia herself thought about it and realized that it was a really stupid mistake.

How can you be so distracted even when the enemy is behind you?

“Fuck… eat,”

Did he find the Demon King, who had been helplessly overwhelmed the whole time, funny?

If that was the case, then the Demon King’s plan to mercilessly cut down Sylvia’s sword up until now had worked.

Are you confused after seeing the fallen Ash?

If that was the case, then it meant that he was his weakness, just as the Demon King said.

Could it be that he has let his guard down because all threats that could have killed him have been blocked over the past few years?

Idiot, that’s a curse left by the Demon King. I should have given up on the idea that it would even protect me from the Demon King’s attacks a long time ago.

“Oh, huh?”

I couldn’t breathe because of the tentacles that tore through my lungs.

death.

The death she had once so desperately sought was now, at this very moment, before Sylvia’s eyes.

No, why now of all times. When I searched so desperately for it, it wasn’t there, so why now of all times!

“Huh!”

Sylvia grabbed the tentacle protruding from her chest with both hands.

But the tentacle began to viciously writhe inside Sylvia’s body, piercing her body.

With just that movement, the tentacles soaked in Sylvia’s blood slipped through Sylvia’s hands and could not be caught.

“That family, then and now, is your greatest weakness.”

The Demon King taunted Sylvia behind her back.

Just like she was just a moment ago.

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