Alice Tale in Phantasmagoria - CH 147

I sort through the situation.

The categories of magic and skills are canceled, due to the effect from the activation of the saintess’s skill『Omega Crown』.

We’re isolated right in the middle of the enemy formation where we’re outnumbered by numerous enemies.

「……I wonder if this means death.」

I take a deep breath and, calmly question myself.

Un, death.

Someone will definitely, die.

After all……because this is a battlefield.

It’s for that reason that, I couldn’t spectate from on high.

And so I’m here.

Such a thing as regret, is the most useless of feelings.

The saintess opened her eyes with cross symbols, at a distance where it wouldn’t take 2 seconds for us to meet if I were to push my way in.

「……This is truly regrettable. May you find fortune on the path to Yomi.」

「Your concern is unneeded.」

Sharan, the saintess’s monk staff cried out.

Pure red light like eyes swollen from tears envelops the battlefield.

……The opponent showed her hand.

「――Let’s go.」

Shion-san jumped off from one foot to push her way in as if to say, there’s no use in such like being afraid of this.

(Seriously……!)

The reliability of that back running ahead immediately after my heart became lost.

I can’t see the saintess as being specialized in hand to hand combat so, I can see the clear advantage of seizing the initiative.

This is――taking the kill.

While calling her an enemy, my eyes became narrow as I imagined the appearance of a girl younger than me being slashed――but, that didn’t become so.

There was an enemy soldier that came jumping in to offer up his body, in front of the saintess.

Shion-san dealt with that quickly and, mows her way through with Senbonzakura.

Such things as iron armor don’t become a problem for that blade’s cutting edge.

Soldiers crumble to the ground split apart clear through their torso.

Vivid blood begins to pool on the ground such that a stench rises.

「……Prepare yourself.」

After watching that gallant enemy soldier of the sort that gave a praiseworthy display for a moment, Shion-san brought her blade back in to swing down toward the saintess――――her balance collapsed.

「――Wha, what?」

「Eeh!?」

The me that watched that raised her voice as well, without intending to.

A fatal injury――without a mistake, that should have been a fatal injury.

Shion-san shouldn’t have made a mistake in her force and, Senbonzakura’s cutting edge isn’t so blunt.

So just now, what explains the soldier grasping Shion-san’s leg after having fallen to the ground before my eyes――?

「Vuuooo――!」

――A dead body, moved!!

Raising a groaning voice that raises the hairs on my body, the corpse came coiling around Shion-san!

「U, aaaah.」

The unusually shaken (though that’s natural……) Shion-san stabbed her katana into the corpse.

She relied on her power for a 2nd time and 3rd time.

「U――u――」

It still, moves!?

As expected even Shion-san fell back as her face’s color changed, at this menace with an unclear form.

Throwing off the restraint on her leg without worrying about her appearance, she comes back to my side.

「Oneechan.」

「……It’s alright.」