747 Missing Talent, Part 126 - Edge 23 -

At that time, Silence and Valsas were in such a fierce battle that they could not afford to worry about the layers or anything else. The sword of Valsas roars and strikes silence, and strikes the wall of flesh as if it does not lose its momentum. It was a storm of attack, as if a tornado were being created around Valsas.

It was still Valsas who was taking advantage in such intense rewards that his time to breathe could even be deadly. For him, unexpected developments make Silence suspicious again.

"(Why, why am I pushed? Even though I used to play, there was no one suitable for me with a sword even when I was part of the Knights. With regard to the sword, it shouldn't be possible for me to take lag without being alarmed! It's supposed to be such a body! Why are you backing away from mercenarism?

Silence was in a hurry. Its body, which should have finely regulated not only its appearance, but also its proper physique for waving the sword, even its muscle strength. I should have finished my ideal body to fight with a sword and mended a regular knight sword, but I couldn't understand why I would lag behind to the extent of a mercenary with no sword moves or anything.

But all of that has nothing to do with Valsas. Valsas never thought about what was right for the fight and what wasn't. Don't bring in any emotions or reason if you don't need it for battle. Valsas was of that nature from the beginning. The more you wave your sword, the more pure you become against the battle. Even without knowing why, Valsas instinct knew what it would take to defeat the enemy in front of him. Perhaps that was the heaven of Valsas.

And we didn't know each other that the difference between the two came only from not bringing extra thought into the fight. Exactly the moment Valsas played Silence's sword, Grossfeld's magic hit the ground just beside the two of them, splashing the meat walls. Silence was sharpened in focus by what had all of a sudden happened, but Valsas was swinging his own sword down with a view to silence so that he wouldn't even care about the splashing meat walls.

Valsas' sword does not completely erase (cancel) witchcraft, but it also has more than a certain amount of witchcraft properties. In other words, if the power of Valsas combined with the properties of the sword, it would push through to the extent of the magical barrier of silence without chanting.

"What..."

Something unexpected happened once again when Silence realized he had taken an unconsciousness. The sword of Valsas was shot down by the lay, and Silence was kicked by the lay to gain his whole life in nine deaths.

Silence was also stunned by what had suddenly happened, and Valsas was staring at the layers. It was more of a questioning eye than a staring eye at an enemy. However, it must have been a harsh eye that would not allow any excuse. Even with the audacity of the layers, he shrugged like he had been eagled through the heart's heart. It is an eye that truly tells the story that, depending on the response, the sword of Valsas will be directed at the layers.

"I don't know what you mean, kid. Depending on your response, I won't forgive you."

"... he's the one I should be putting Keri on. I want you to give in."

"Is that what you're trying to tell me to stop my sword and do?

"Yes."

The gaze of Valsas and Layer intersects in the unspeakable language. Often the two of them moaned, and Valsas drew his sword.

"Fine. But if your sword isn't what I'm convinced of, then my sword can be directed at you, regardless of the outcome. Are you ready for that?

"Oh, I don't mind. But in that case, you will be slaughtered too."

In Layer's words Valsas broke the edge of his mouth looking funny and put his sword in his sheath. Flip the coat. Valsas descends to Grossfeld. Layer took a glimpse of Valsas' back and concentrated on silence.

Returning to Grossfeld's location, Valsas watched the layer with his shoulders shouldered side by side. Grossfeld looks ridiculously at the look of it.

"I thought you'd get in the way of the battle and be more in a bad mood, but aren't you rather in a good mood, Captain?

"Oh, to my surprise. It's been a long time since I've been told anything like that from the front. I'm glad to hear it."

"I won't even shy away from our members these days. Hey. Too strong is a problem."

"I don't think it's a big deal."

"There's no such thing as Louis and Lexus at the same time. Betts and you at best, and there won't be many others on the continent."

"It's going to be tough to impress that boy."

"Really?

Grossfeld was watching the layers behave. The lay laid his sword loose and stared at Silence.

"Again, I'm the guy. Get up quick."

"... what are you going to do? I wonder if Valsas has a better chance than you. Instead, it was a special occasion earlier."

"That doesn't make sense. If I don't take you down, there's no point."

Silence had missed grasping the intentions of the layer. Wouldn't it be the same for whoever did it if they were to defeat themselves? Even Silence thought so.

"I don't understand what you're saying"

"Maybe I'm not sure either. But I grew up in a rough city where people's lives were even exchanged, and I knew how to do dirty adults. One thing I found out was to make sure I didn't fight anyone to avoid getting hit. That's why I hid my powers. It's best not to go back as far as getting hit somewhat. It doesn't even extend to the crime of suddenly taking this one's life over there, but when this one does it back, I mean it.

But that's not all. The world still cannot allow me to live in peace. Then the enemy beats thoroughly. Make him give in completely so that he won't even wake up to his teeth again. You can't rely on someone else to do that.

I'll do it, I'll kill you. And every time you remember me, even in the afterlife, fear will rise, thoroughly. "

The layers' eyes were starting to change. Until now, I fought seriously, but my mind was not here so that there was no sense of reality. Maybe that's because previous enemies didn't really think layers should take them down.

But not now. For the first time, I was looking at my prey, trying to stop Silence's breath root for sure. Eyes open and blink gone, pupils small and gradually focus only on the contours of silence.

Silence regained his posture, but was still frightened by how the layers were different than before.

Continued