chapter 50

Tsumugi(M)

Race: Human

Job: Wizard

Level: 56.

HP: 500/500

MP: 830/830

Attack Power: 560

Defence: 620

Agility: 550

Destiny: 56

Once the status is restored, could I make up for the vast difference between Skullhead and me?

And yet…

“Run away.”

I tell Ouka without looking at her.

However.

“No”

“You’re going to die!”

“I would rather die than leave my master and run away!”

“You gotta be kidding me.”

I slapped Ouka’s cheek.

“Don’t tell me you’ re going to die so lightly! You want to live! Resist! If you lose something, don’t lose your life! Stick to living!”

I glare at Ouka.

Ouka’s gaze, with her cheeks reddening, returns to me.

They were golden eyes with absolute will in them.

“My life is master’s life.”

“…… I’ve only been with you for a mere two days, and you’re that much of a slave.”

“Master gave me a name. That’s enough to get me to give my life.”

A name – is that the only reason she can trust her life to me?

Isn’t this girl just forced to decide that she should do, by a slave contract?

If so, what I can do.

Protect Ouka.

One time, deep breath.

“Ouka, your master orderers you.”

“Yes, I’m at your service.”

“Don’t you dare die. I’m going to protect you.”

With that said, I started to run.

Skullhead is trying to cover his skull, which is one size larger than Sen’s skull, he smashes the part in the way with a stone.

Spinning around to stay out of his sight, I reach the base of the tree where the sword was stuck.

“Damn……!”

I grabbed the long sword and tried to pull it out, but it stabbed deeper than I had imagined.

He had a skill called ‘Shunsuke (Agility), didn’t he?

If he used that, no wonder he could attack with extraordinary speed.

The only way to prevent him from using it is to provoke him as little as possible.

“Master!”

Ouka’s screams.

I turned around and saw that Skullhead had finished covering himself with Sen’s skull.

“Agh!”

When I put my foot on the tree and pulled with all my strength, the Necromancer’s sword finally comes out.

I turned to Skullhead again – and our gazes met.

Did he recognize the movement as I pulled the sword out?

Can I counter his speed?

As I positioned myself, I saw something hit the Skullhead’s back.

A dagger. Without piercing Skullhead’s skin, it bounced and fell to the ground.

That dagger was the one I gave to Ouka. Did Ouka throw it on the spur of the moment to distract Skullhead?

Take advantage of the timing–!

With his sword, I turn to the draugr.

“Draug, follow the Lord and slaughter your enemies!”

I raise my voice, but there is no response.

Does that mean that just holding a sword is not enough to be recognized as a necromancer?

Then that undead would primarily recognize the one who cut him and receive instructions on how to act.

But Skullhead doesn’t have that kind of intelligence.

The draugr has no problem leaving it alone.

I start running with Skullhead as my target.

The gaze that had been directed at Ouka came back at me.

“Ahhhh!”

Throwing the dagger didn’t do any damage.

But if I swung my sword down at close range—

A high-pitched metallic sound rang out at the same time as the sword I swung trembled.

Half of the sword blade flies in the air in front of me.

–broken, you say.