Saat para monster mulai bergerak maju serentak, sebagian besar orang di atas penghalang bersiap menghadapi kematian. Itu hal yang wajar. Bahkan jika mereka memenangkan perang, tidak ada jaminan mereka akan selamat. Baik Istana Kekaisaran, para ksatria, para pro, maupun bahkan murid-murid Constel. Mereka masing-masing menghela napas dalam-dalam, entah bagaimana mencoba membuang bau kematian dari hidung mereka. Ketakutan manusia menyebar seiring invasi monster. Orang pertama yang mengibaskan ketakutan itu tentu saja adalah penghalang barat tempat Renzo jatuh dari langit. Saat monster luar dihancurkan oleh kecakapan bela diri Renzo yang luar biasa, orang-orang akhirnya tersadar. Mereka tahu bahwa Renzo juga musuh umat manusia, tapi untuk saat ini, dia adalah kehadiran yang disambut baik yang sedang menghancurkan para monster. "Tahan posisi kalian! Monster masih mengincar kita!" Monster luar terpecah menjadi dua kelompok. Satu menyerang Renzo, dan yang lainnya masih bergegas menuju penghalang. Meski begitu, jumlahnya masih signifikan, tapi mereka yang di atas penghalang mencengkeram senjata mereka erat-erat. Semangat para ksatria, yang sebelumnya jatuh ke telinga tuli, kini terdengar jelas. Renzo telah menghentikan arus monster. Itu sudah jelas. Namun, ini hanyalah sebagian kecil dari seluruh penghalang Kekaisaran. Tidak peduli sekuat apa pun Renzo, dia tidak bisa menangani monster di luar jangkauan pandangannya, dan dia tidak punya kewajiban untuk melakukannya. Penghalang selatan Kekaisaran, yang sama sekali tidak mengetahui intervensi Renzo. Para Ksatria Shroud belum bisa lepas dari ketakutan mereka. "...Apakah kita akan baik-baik saja?" Malia tanpa sadar berbicara. Fakta yang tidak pernah Malia ceritakan kepada Frondier. Beberapa penghalang hampir runtuh karena ketakutan sebelum monster bahkan mendekat. Para Ksatria Shroud, khususnya, berada dalam kondisi yang memprihatinkan. Dari sudut pandang Sanders, yang dibagikan Malia, mustahil bahkan untuk berpikir tentang pertarungan. Sanders mencoba yang terbaik untuk menyemangati mereka, tapi itu tidak berhasil, dan dengan para ksatria yang bertanggung jawab atas moral para prajurit dalam kondisi seperti itu, para prajurit secara alami runtuh bersama mereka. Elodie, di samping Sanders, diam dan tenang, tenggelam dalam pikirannya. "Para pemanah! Bersiap menembak!!" Sanders berteriak. Tidak ada waktu untuk memperbaiki kondisi mental para ksatria. Monster datang menerjang seperti air pasang, dan pertempuran telah dimulai. Maka para ksatria akan menunjukkan kekuatan mereka. Sanders merasakan lingkungan di sekitarnya sedikit terang. Sejak awal langit sudah cerah, jadi bukan karena awan menghilang. Dia melirik ke atas tanpa berpikir. Kekagumannya singkat. Pemandangan di langit di atasnya itu familiar baginya. Itu juga pemandangan yang selama ini dia rindukan. Anak panah cahaya yang tak terhitung jumlahnya melesat di langit. Gerombolan itu, bahkan lebih masif dari yang dia ingat, puluhan ribu anak panah membelah angkasa. Dia tidak tahu dari mana asalnya. Lintasan anak panah itu begitu tinggi sehingga dia bahkan tidak bisa melihat dari mana mereka ditembakkan. Hujan yang pasti akan menembus jantung musuh-musuh mereka. Sanders tahu ini dengan jelas, tapi masih ada sesuatu yang tidak dia ketahui. Hujan ini tidak hanya turun di selatan. Hector di Tyburn menyeringai dan berkata, dan Aster mengangguk. Lunia dari Krasmere takjub, dan Zodiac Monty, pasangannya, bersuara pendek. Anak panah Frondier adalah pemandangan hidup yang tidak akan mudah dilupakan oleh siapa pun yang pernah melihatnya sekali. Constel, Tyburn, Yeranhes. Di mana pun itu di masa lalu, coretan cahaya ini telah membawa mereka angin kemenangan. Oleh karena itu, anak panah cahaya yang turun pada saat ini, saat perang dimulai, Bangkit kembali dalam gambaran yang jelas, menembus monster tanpa gagal. Lebih kuat, lebih masif, dan lebih akurat. Mereka yang tidak mengenal anak panah ini bersukacita atas kematian monster-monster itu, Dan mereka yang mengenalnya, bermandikan warna masa lalu, menarik napas dalam-dalam. Seseorang dengan pelan mengucapkan nama itu. Dan sebuah beban perlahan menimpa mereka semua. Dan kembali ke penghalang selatan. Salah satu Ksatria Shroud berbicara dengan suara kehabisan energi. "Dengan sebanyak itu, kita bisa membunuh semua monster, kan?" "Mungkin kita bahkan tidak perlu bertarung..." Ketegangan mereka mereda, dan suasana santai mengalir. Anak panah Frondier memiliki skala yang cukup besar, tapi jelas sekali bahwa itu tidak akan cukup untuk menangani semua monster. Mereka memiliki pikiran picik. Harapan yang tidak berdasar bahwa rentetan anak panah lain akan datang. Anak panah Frondier memberikan landasan kepercayaan dan tanggung jawab yang kokoh bagi sebagian besar penghalang. Tapi itu tidak terjadi di semua tempat. Bagi anjing-anjing busuk, bahkan itu pun tidak berguna. Yang akan menyelamatkan mereka bukanlah anak panah Frondier. Itu bukan sihir Elodie. Elodie, yang selama ini diam, membuka mulutnya. Seolah-olah dia sedang menunggu anak panah itu terbang. Seolah-olah dia sudah tahu sejak awal. Menonton anak panah menembus monster di medan perang, Elodie berbicara dengan suara rendah, diresapi mana. Tatapan para ksatria, yang selama ini menatap kosong ke medan perang, beralih ke Elodie. Elodie memikirkan tindakan Frondier yang diceritakan Sanders kepadanya. Dia memutuskan untuk mengikuti jejak Frondier. Frondier telah menggunakan taruhan untuk menyemangati para ksatria yang kelelahan. Tapi itu tidak cocok dengan situasi saat ini. Elodie menyatakan dengan dingin, "Aku bertaruh bahwa kalian semua di sini," Tatapan Elodie, yang diam-diam dikirim ke belakang, mencapai satu per satu dari mereka. "Bukan hanya kalian, tapi jika kalian mati, monster yang melewati penghalang ini akan membunuh keluarga kalian, teman-teman kalian, semua orang tanpa kecuali. Aku yakin akan masa depan itu." Kata-kata Elodie membuat mata mereka bergetar. Tidak ada kelanjutan setelah melarikan diri dari penghalang ini. Perang ini bukanlah pertarungan perebutan wilayah sederhana seperti yang dilakukan Kekaisaran dengan daerah lain. Kekalahan berarti pemusnahan Kekaisaran. Tidak ada satu pun keluarga mereka yang akan selamat. Tidak ada satu pun orang bodoh di antara para ksatria di sini yang tidak mengetahui hal itu. Itulah mengapa, bahkan dengan moral mereka yang jatuh, mereka berdiri di depan penghalang ini daripada melarikan diri. "Aku akan bertaruh sepuluh juta quir per ksatria pada taruhan ini." Itu kira-kira harga yang sama dengan 'Pedang Baja Viper' yang didapat Elodie sebelumnya. Bagi Elodie, harga setiap Ksatria Shroud yang dia lihat di depannya sekitar sebanyak itu. "Jika suatu saat kalian selamat, aku akan memberikannya." Para Ksatria Shroud saat ini terlalu lemah. Ini bukan masalah keterampilan atau teknik, tapi masalah semangat. Jika taruhan yang ditawarkan Frondier di Tyburn telah memberi mereka harapan dan mimpi, Elodie akan memberikan harapan dan mimpi... tidak, dia akan memberikan kenyataan keputusasaan dan kemarahan kepada individu-individu yang kehilangan semangat ini. Elodie de Inies Rias. Dia tidak ceria seperti Sybil, tidak baik hati seperti Aten. Dia tidak memiliki bakat untuk memahami hati orang dan mendapatkan popularitas seperti Quinie. Suara mendidih, seolah muncul dari dalam tubuhnya. "Siapa yang bilang kita akan mati di sini!!" Aura para Ksatria Shroud melonjak. Sama seperti di masa kejayaan mereka dulu. Ksatria Shroud dulu dan sekarang sangat berbeda dalam komposisi mereka, tapi mereka menerima pelatihan dan pendidikan yang sama dengan tradisi panjang mereka. Asal-usul mereka, yang merindukan jalan kejayaan masa lalu, tidak berbeda dengan pemimpin mereka, Sanders. Elodie tidak cerdas, tidak baik hati, dan tidak penyayang. Tapi saat ini, Shroud membutuhkan Elodie lebih dari siapa pun. Elodie juga merasakan semangat sengit para Ksatria Shroud, tapi dia mempertahankan matanya yang dingin dan menoleh kembali ke depan. "Kalian masing-masing mengenal prajurit kalian sendiri, kan? Mereka bernilai 10.000 quir per nyawa." "Diam! Kami akan mengurus mereka tanpa omong kosong itu!" "Aku benar-benar akan memberikannya." Mata Elodie masih kering dan tegas. "Karena bagaimanapun, semangat yang membara ini hanya mabuk sesaat. Aku harus menggantung uang seperti wortel." "...Dasar wanita, aku sudah muak!" Saat salah satu ksatria, dengan mata merah, menerjangnya, Sanders memberi perintah kepada semua orang. "Hujan anak panah akan segera berhenti! Bersiap untuk gelombang kedua!" Mendengar itu, para ksatria memeriksa ke luar penghalang. Momentum kemarahan mereka diarahkan langsung ke monster di luar. Para ksatria berteriak kepada para prajurit di posisi yang ditugaskan. "Bunuh semua bajingan yang mendekat!!" "Mereka barang murahan yang jatuh dengan satu anak panah!" Sementara mereka meningkatkan moral para prajurit, Sanders mendekati Elodie. "Kamu mengambil peran sebagai penjahat." "Siapa pun akan melakukan hal yang sama." Sanders meragukan jawaban itu, bertanya-tanya apakah itu benar-benar terjadi. Mengambil peran sebagai orang yang dibenci bukanlah tugas yang mudah sama sekali. "Aku dulu juga takut dibenci," Mata Elodie sesaat jatuh ke dalam nostalgia. Elodie bergumam pelan dan mengangkat tangan kanannya. Aliran mana yang tidak biasa lahir dari tangan itu. "Bahkan jika banyak orang yang tidak ada hubungannya denganku membenciku," Saat dia bergumam, sihir di tangan kanan Elodie berlapis dan mekar dengan kuat. Sanders menonton dengan kagum. 'Anak ini, dia merapal sihir sambil berbicara...!' Sihir adalah kombinasi intuisi dan teori. Untuk mengendalikan mana dengan sempurna untuk kerangka teori mantra, konsentrasi yang sangat besar diperlukan. Teori di balik mengekstraksi sihir sangat presisi, tapi para penyihir yang harus menanganinya tidak, jadi mereka menggunakan nyanyian untuk memasukkan mana mereka ke dalam teori yang presisi. Itulah mengapa mantra diam lebih sulit daripada bernyanyi, dan tentu saja, merapal sihir sambil mengucapkan kata-kata yang tidak terkait sangatlah sulit. Tidak ada penyihir yang bahkan mencoba hal seperti itu. "Satu orang saja sudah cukup." Seolah-olah itu adalah nyanyiannya. "Jika orang itu memaafkanku." Tangan kanan Elodie yang terulur sejajar dengan presisi, membidik monster yang berhamburan. Salah satu dari lima dewa, Rudra. Anak panah badai yang lahir dengan kekuatan Dewa. Keahlian spesial Elodie, 'Anak Panah Badai'. Elodie melemparkan Anak Panah Badai ke arah monster di depannya seolah-olah itu urusan orang lain, dan "Dibenci itu terserahlah." Sebelum badai yang tampaknya akan mengubah medan, dia bergumam dengan tenang. "Aster! Pergi ke kanan! Bergerak di atas penghalang dan blokir area yang rentan!" Tyburn telah mengalami pertempuran yang lebih keras melawan monster daripada tempat lain, dan skala monster itu pun lebih besar. Bagi Tyburn, yang hampir berada di ambang kehancuran, monster adalah musuh bebuyutan yang melelahkan dan sumber ketakutan. Itulah mengapa, bahkan setelah terkena anak panah Frondier, gelombang monster yang mengikuti cepat, dan Hector serta Aster sudah dalam pertempuran sengit. Hector, meskipun belum lama memimpin, menunjukkan bakat dalam memimpin ksatria. Ini berkat pengalaman tak terhitung yang dia lalui bahu-membahu dengan ksatria lain setelah meninggalkan posisinya sebagai putra Ludwig. Hector terus memberi instruksi dan membunuh monster sendiri, memeriksa Aster setiap kali dia punya kesempatan. Dia khawatir tentang Aster, murid dengan pengalaman yang jauh lebih sedikit dalam melawan monster luar, tapi dia juga memiliki harapan tinggi. Seberapa kuatkah murid yang menjadi perhatian seluruh Constel itu? Seberapa kuatkah kekuatan ilahi Baldur? 'Dia bertarung dengan baik, tapi...' Berlawanan dengan kekhawatiran Hector, Aster bertarung dengan baik. Dia tidak bingung atau kacau, dan dia beradaptasi dengan cepat terhadap situasi, memahami implikasi dari perintah pendek Hector. Hector menemukan itu sangat asing. Dia khawatir Aster tidak akan bisa mengendalikan kekuatannya yang sangat besar dan menjadi liar, tapi sekarang dia khawatir sebaliknya. '...Dia seperti seorang pro.' Aster belum menggunakan kekuatan ilahinya. Meski begitu, dia tidak mengalami banyak kesulitan. Dengan kata lain, dia tidak menunjukkan gairah atau antusiasme yang biasanya ditampilkan murid, tapi sikap seorang veteran berpengalaman yang telah melihat semuanya. Tapi siapa pun bisa seperti itu dengan pengalaman yang cukup. Yang mengejutkan adalah Aster, di usianya yang masih muda, menunjukkan level seperti itu, tapi itu bukan yang mereka harapkan dari Aster. Tidak ada seorang pun di benua ini yang akan mengharapkan ini dari Aster. Tontonan pembantaian monster yang cemerlang. Para pahlawan yang Hector kenal semuanya menunjukkan aspek seperti itu. Para 'Zodiak', tentu saja, dan Elodie, yang mungkin setenar Aster, bukankah dia sama? Untuk mengatakan itu karena dia belum melepaskan kekuatan Baldur, gerakan itu, apa itu? Aster, yang telah berlari tanpa lelah di atas penghalang, tiba-tiba berhenti. Tangan kanannya naik ke bahunya dan meraih sesuatu. Itu tombak besar, kira-kira setinggi Aster. Hector terkejut. Dari suatu tempat di luar penghalang, sebuah tombak ditembakkan ke arah Aster dengan bidikan yang presisi, hampir dalam garis lurus. Baru saat itulah dia merasakan niat membunuh yang luar biasa yang diarahkan ke Aster. Aster menunduk dari penghalang. Penglihatannya yang sangat baik menemukan seseorang bersembunyi di hutan. Salah satu Gembala Manggot, Notker. Sementara mata pembunuh itu tersenyum gelap ke arahnya, Aster membalas tatapannya, memegang tombak itu. Dengan wajah yang masih biasa saja, dengan biasa saja.
Bab 524
When the monsters began their simultaneous advance, most of those atop the barriers prepared for death. It was only natural. Even if they won the war, there was no guarantee they would survive. Neither the Imperial Palace, the knights, the pros, nor even the Constel students. They each exhaled deeply, somehow trying to clear the smell of death from their nostrils. The fear of the humans spread as the monsters invaded. The first to shake off that fear was, of course, the western barrier where Renzo had fallen from the sky. When the outside monsters were pulverized by Renzo's immense martial prowess, people finally came to their senses. They knew that Renzo was also an enemy of humanity, but for now, he was a welcome presence who was destroying the monsters. "Hold your positions! The monsters are still aiming for us!" The outside monsters split into two groups. One attacking Renzo, and the other still rushing towards the barrier. Even so, there were still a significant number, but those on the barrier gripped their weapons tightly. The knights' encouragement, which had fallen on deaf ears, was now clearly audible. Renzo had interrupted the flow of monsters. That much was clear. However, this was only a small portion of the entire Empire's barriers. No matter how strong Renzo was, he couldn't deal with monsters outside his field of vision, and he had no obligation to do so. The southern barrier of the Empire, completely unaware of Renzo's intervention. The Shroud Knights had yet to escape their fear. "...Will it be alright?" Malia unconsciously spoke out. A fact Malia hadn't told Frondier. Several barriers had nearly collapsed in fear before the monsters even approached. The Shroud Knights, in particular, were in a dire state. From Sanders' perspective, which Malia was sharing, it was impossible to even consider fighting. Sanders was trying his best to encourage them, but it wasn't working, and with the knights responsible for the soldiers' morale in such a state, the soldiers naturally crumbled alongside them. Elodie, next to Sanders, was quiet and subdued, lost in thought. "Archers! Prepare to fire!!" Sanders shouted. There was no time to bolster the knights' mental state. The monsters were surging in like a tide, and the battle had begun. Then the knights would show their strength. Sanders felt the surroundings brighten slightly. It had been a clear sky from the beginning, so it wasn't that the clouds had cleared. He absentmindedly looked up. His admiration was brief. The sight above him in the sky was familiar to him. It was also a sight he had longed for. Countless arrows of light soaring through the sky. That swarm, even more massive than he remembered, tens of thousands of arrows splitting the heavens. He didn't know where he was now. The trajectory of the arrows was so high that he couldn't even tell where they had been shot from. Rain that would surely pierce the hearts of their enemies. Sanders knew this clearly, but there was still something he didn't know. This rain wasn't falling only in the south. Hector in Tyburn grinned and said, and Aster nodded. Lunia of Krasmere marveled, and Zodiac Monty, her pair, made a short sound. Frondier's arrows were a vivid sight that anyone who had seen them once would not easily forget. Constel, Tyburn, Yeranhes. Wherever it was in the past, these streaks of light had brought them the wind of victory. Therefore, the arrows of light pouring down at this moment, as the war began, Revived in a clear image, piercing through the monsters without fail. More powerful, massive, and accurate. Those who didn't know these arrows rejoiced at the death of the monsters, And those who did, bathed in the colors of the past, took a deep breath. Someone quietly uttered the name. And a weight slowly settled upon them all. And back at the southern barrier. One of the Shroud Knights spoke in a voice drained of energy. "With that much, we could kill all the monsters, right?" "We might not even need to fight..." Their tension eased, and a lax atmosphere flowed. Frondier's arrows were on a considerable scale, but it was clear at a glance that they wouldn't be enough to deal with all the monsters. They were having petty thoughts. Baseless expectations that another volley of arrows would come. Frondier's arrows provided a solid foundation of trust and responsibility for most of the barriers. But that wasn't the case everywhere. For rotten dogs, even that was useless. What would save them wasn't Frondier's arrows. It wasn't Elodie's magic. Elodie, who had been silent, opened her mouth. As if she had been waiting for those arrows to fly. As if she had known it from the beginning. Watching the arrows pierce the monsters on the battlefield, Elodie spoke in a low voice, infused with mana. The gazes of the knights, who had been staring blankly at the battlefield, turned to Elodie. Elodie thought about Frondier's actions that Sanders had told her about. She decided to follow Frondier's lead. Frondier had used a bet to encourage the exhausted knights. But it didn't fit the current situation. Elodie stated coldly, "I bet that all of you here," Elodie's gaze, subtly sent backwards, reached each and every one of them. "Not only you, but if you die, the monsters that cross this barrier will kill your families, friends, everyone without exception. I am certain of that future." Elodie's words made their eyes tremble. There was no next after escaping from this barrier. This war wasn't a simple fight for territory like the Empire had with other regions. Defeat meant the annihilation of the Empire. None of their families would survive. There wasn't a single fool among the knights here who didn't know that. That's why, even with their fallen morale, they stood before this barrier instead of running away. "I'll bet ten million quirs per knight on this bet." It was roughly the same price as the 'Viper steel Sword' that Elodie had obtained earlier. To Elodie, the price of each Shroud Knight she saw before her was about that much. "If by any chance you survive, I'll give it to you." The current Shroud Knights were too weak. It wasn't a matter of skill or technique, but a matter of spirit. If the bet that Frondier had offered in Tyburn had given them hope and dreams, Elodie would give these dispirited individuals the reality of despair and anger. Elodie de Inies Rias. She wasn't cheerful like Sybil, nor kind like Aten. She didn't have the talent to understand people's hearts and gain popularity like Quinie. A seething voice, as if rising from deep within her body. "Who says we're dying here!!" The aura of the Shroud Knights surged. Just like in the days of their past glory. The Shroud Knights of then and now were vastly different in their composition, but they had received the same training and education as their long tradition. Their origins, who had longed for the glorious path of the past, were no different from their leader, Sanders. Elodie wasn't bright, kind, or merciful. But right now, the Shroud needed Elodie more than anyone else. Elodie also felt the fierce spirit of the Shroud Knights, but she maintained her cold eyes and turned her head back to the front. "Each of you knows your own soldiers, right? They're worth 10,000 quirs per life." "Shut up! We'll take care of them without that bullshit!" "I'll really give it to you." Elodie's eyes were still dry and stern. "Because anyway, this current fervor is just a momentary intoxication. I have to dangle money like a carrot." "...This bitch, I've had enough!" When one of the knights, his eyes bloodshot, lunged at her, Sanders gave an order to everyone. "The rain of arrows will stop soon! Prepare for the second wave!" At that, the knights checked beyond the barrier. The momentum of their anger was directed straight at the monsters outside. The knights shouted to the soldiers at their designated positions. "Kill all those approaching bastards!!" "They're worthless things that fall with a single arrow!" While they were boosting the morale of the soldiers, Sanders approached Elodie. "You're taking on the role of the villain." "Anyone would have done the same." Sanders had doubts about that answer, wondering if that was really the case. Taking on the role of the hated one was not an easy task at all. "I used to be afraid of being hated too," Elodie's eyes briefly fell into reminiscence. Elodie muttered quietly and raised her right hand. An unusual flow of mana was born from that hand. "Even if countless people who have nothing to do with me hate me," As she murmured, the magic in Elodie's right hand layered and bloomed powerfully. Sanders watched in awe. 'This child, she's casting magic while talking...!' Magic was a combination of intuition and theory. To perfectly control mana for the theoretical framework of a spell, immense concentration was required. The theory behind extracting magic was extremely precise, but the mages who had to handle it were not, so they used chants to infuse their mana into the precise theory. That's why silent casting was more difficult than chanting, and of course, casting magic while speaking unrelated words was extremely difficult. There were no mages who even attempted such a thing. "Just one person is enough." As if that were her chant. "If that person forgave me." Elodie's outstretched right hand was perfectly aligned with precision, aiming at the pouring monsters. One of the five gods, Rudra. An arrow of storm born with the power of God. Elodie's specialty, 'Storm Arrow'. Elodie threw the Storm Arrow towards the monsters in front of her as if it were someone else's business, and "Being hated is whatever." Before the storm that seemed to change the terrain, she murmured calmly. "Aster! Head to the right! Move on the barrier and block the vulnerable areas!" Tyburn had experienced more harsh battles with monsters than other places, and the scale of the monsters was correspondingly larger. For Tyburn, which had almost been on the verge of collapse, monsters were both a tiresome nemesis and a source of fear. That's why, even after being hit by Frondier's arrows, the waves of monsters that followed were quick, and Hector and Aster were already in a fierce battle. Hector, although he hadn't been in command for long, showed a talent for leading knights. This was thanks to the countless experiences he had shoulder to shoulder with other knights after abandoning his position as Ludwig's son. Hector constantly gave instructions and killed monsters himself, checking on Aster whenever he had a chance. He was worried about Aster, a student with overwhelmingly less experience in fighting outside monsters, but he also had high expectations. Just how strong was the student that the entire Constel was paying attention to? How powerful was Baldur's divine power? 'He fights well, but...' Contrary to Hector's worries, Aster was fighting well. He wasn't flustered or confused, and he adapted quickly to the situation, understanding the implications of Hector's short commands. Hector found that very unfamiliar. He had been worried that Aster wouldn't be able to control his immense power and would run wild, but now he was worried about the opposite. '...He's like a pro.' Aster wasn't using his divine power yet. Even so, he wasn't having much trouble. In other words, he didn't show the passion or enthusiasm that students usually displayed, but rather the demeanor of a seasoned veteran who had seen it all. But anyone could be like that with enough experience. It was surprising that Aster, at his young age, was showing such a level, but that wasn't what they expected from Aster. No one on the continent would have expected this from Aster. A spectacle of brilliantly annihilating and slaughtering monsters. The heroes Hector knew all showed such aspects. The 'Zodiacs', of course, and Elodie, who was probably as famous as Aster, wouldn't she be the same? To say that it was because he hadn't yet unleashed Baldur's power, that movement, what was it? Aster, who had been running tirelessly on top of the barrier, stopped abruptly. His right hand went up to his shoulder and grasped something. It was a huge spear, about Aster's height. Hector was surprised. From somewhere beyond the barrier, a spear was shot at Aster with precise aim, almost in a straight line. Only then did he feel the tremendous killing intent directed at Aster. Aster looked down from the barrier. His excellent eyesight found someone hiding in the forest. One of the Shepherds of Manggot, Notker. While those murderous eyes were smiling darkly at him, Aster met his gaze, holding the spear. With a still ordinary face, ordinarily.
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