Sword, Tiara and High Heels - Chapter 30

The Captain’s orders cut through the area.

The soldier’s arrows whistled through the wind, aiming for the black mass.

The arrows landed on the black monster’s belly and were sucked inside, making dull sounds.

The demon, in turn, remained motionless, appearing undisturbed by them.

On the other hand, the arrows sucked into its belly turned dark as they started to decay and ultimately decompose.

The surroundings shuddered at the demon’s wild, hysterical laughter.

“F̲u̲c̲k̲! Arrows won’t do! Everyone! Ready your Blessed Swords1!”

“Captain! Are we really fighting that thing?!”

“If you value your life you’ll swing your swords! Do not let it near the carriage! We’ll distract it so that the carriage can get away!” the Captain ordered.

I don’t want to.

Caper thought to himself.

Isn’t it the responsibility of the knights and adventurers to fight the Demons?

He thought, cursing his own fate.

I don’t want to die.

As that thought crossed his mind Caper stiffened, unable to take his sword.

Caper was left behind as the soldiers spurred their horses to attack the Demon one after the other.

One soldier jumped from his horse and thrust his sword into the Demon’s belly.

However, the Demon’s skin was so thick that the sword’s blade did not reach its flesh.

The lovely visage of the demon observed everything intently before smiling slightly.

The following instant, the demon’s arm, which was as thick as a trunk, flew at a terrifying speed and slammed into the soldier’s torso.

He’s dead.

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Just as the thought crossed Caper’s mind the soldier’s body exploded just like a ripe tomato, scattering everywhere.

Caper then saw the soldier’s head rolling slowly toward him.

“Ughh…”

Caper’s face went pale.

The head in front of him belonged to a comrade with whom he had shared laughs and conversations up until yesterday.

He’d been a kind senior with a wife and child.

Caper and he had even promised to go drinking after today’s mission.

“Damn it.”

Tears rolled from Caper’s eyes.

The sheer absurdity of everything stunned him to the core.

Even though Caper hadn’t spent much time on the battlefield, he was totally conscious of what death on the battlefield looked like.

However, having one’s life taken by such a monster was just too cruel.

I should’ve stayed plowing the fields if I knew things would turn out like this. Caper thought, clenching his teeth.

“Caper!”

As he was flung by the Demon’s wings, the Captain yelled, his voice tainted with a trace of pain.

Through this shout, Caper was pulled back to the real world, only to see the black mass approaching him.

Caper’s balls shrunk and his heart clenched.

The devil laughed heartily and gleefully as it noticed the dejected look on Capper’s face. It then launched all four of its enormous black arms at Capper, making it appear as though a muddy stream was pouring in his direction.

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Caper sprang off his horse impulsively and fell to the ground. He then witnessed his horse being reduced to minced meat in the Demon’s grasp.

“F̲u̲c̲k̲… damn it…”

Body fluids poured out of every imaginable hole.

Despite the fact that there could be no greater humiliation, Caper was powerless to stop the leaking.

… die. I’ll die.

Caper’s head went blank as the Demon slowly turned its head towards him. He was deaf to all of the voices calling out to him. Despite knowing it was futile, Caper clung to his sword with trembling hands.

His inner warrior was telling him that he had to at least pass away gracefully. Caper readied himself to confront the Demon.

The Demon’s eight legs moved swiftly, rushing towards Caper. Its four arms then shot out. There would be no escaping them this time.

“Dad, I’m sorry.” Caper said.

Suddenly, a red hue flew in front of him. Following that, a sweet, fruit-like aroma, not fitting his despair, filled Caper’s nostrils.

Within a split second, the Demon’s arm was severed by a sharp hue.

“What the?!”

A crimson dress, gold hair, delicate as silk, sharp, deep blue eyes, and a sword, shining with a silvery light.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

A clear, soothing voice echoed, easing Caper’s tension.

A fire of rage was silently raging inside Seletina ul Gold Aldelight’s eyes2.