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Lvl1SS Ch33
Lvl1SS Ch33
Wait, he’s — the only one who didn’t seem like a Bakemono was him.
His appearance was identical to the other five, but the mana reserve within him was comparable
to trash.
Still —
For some reason, the other five seemed to act respectfully towards this newcomer.
“Those guys said that they wanted to Tame me a while ago. It’s true that they interfered with
magic, but they can never tame me with just that level of power.”
“You’re their boss, right? Won’t you fight with me? If I acknowledge my lost against you, then I’ll
agree to be Tamed.”
“...and if I lose?”
“In that case, you can still Tame me. In return, please let this person go.”
“Why do you agree to be Tamed by me even if I win? Won’t it be better if you just take that girl
away and run together?”
“...I’m not a nitwit that doesn’t know how to gauge the opponent’s power. I’m not foolish enough
to expect that I’ll win against those five after I defeat you.”
“I see, so you think you can win against me if it’s just me alone.”
“Probably, yes. At any rate, if you want to Tame me, then you can only fight against me. If you
won’t accept my proposal, then I will never agree to be Tamed, even if I die.”
Wish granted.
“Well, even if I lost against you, you will still become my comrade, no? The pretty lady over
there seems strong, too, but I have long wanted a monster like you to be my Floor Boss.”
F-floor boss?
“By the way, aren’t you worried that I won’t let that girl escape even if I lost?”
“There’s nothing I can do but trust you on that. Besides...this is the first time I’ll say this to a
human, but I can sense the air of a warrior in you. You shouldn’t be a man who goes back on his
word.”
He looked weak, but for some reason, I could keenly feel that it wouldn’t be a good idea to lie in
front of this guy.
“Okay~”
“Gotcha!”
“Original, good luck~”
“Be careful, he’s really strong.”
“He can make his arm big.”
The five Bakemono broke their formation around Sitri-sama and I then they gathered in one
place.
Yeah, we can speak the human language, but we monsters don’t have anything that can identify
us, such as name.
“Hmm, it’s inconvenient if you don’t have a name. Alright, if I win, then I’m going to name you.
You’re fine with that, right?”
Oricalchum blades couldn’t even pierce my hide. It doesn’t matter what kind of metal he used.
Is he planning to use the bows that the Bakemono were using earlier?
Those things sure do hurt, but it’s not like something I can’t endure.
Just when I was thinking about it, Halt suddenly opened a chasm in space.
The hero that I fought against a long time ago had also opened a hole in space, and then he
took out a lot of weapons and attacked me.
Well, not one of those weapons managed to inflict a single wound on me.
That’s why it didn’t matter what kind of weapon he would take out — there’s nothing to fear..
My arms, torso, feet, head — I couldn’t even put up a wife before being cut into pieces with a
single stroke.
“GAH!?”
I knelt.
S-strange…
I-is this...fear?
N-No way!
...No, wrong.
Just one look at Halt carrying the sword and bells of instinct rang inside my mind in full blast.
It’s not like that’s a premonition for Sitri-sama’s sake, and it’s not his perspective.
The moment I stand up, the illusion that I saw earlier will become reality.
I was bowing my head in front of a mere human, but there’s no trace of anger in her voice.
Sitri-sama probably wouldn’t resent me for what I’m going to do from now on.
I’m a nitwit.
I had no idea just how deep the power of Halt-sama, this person standing in front of me, is.