Putting Rodd-sama aside, it would be dangerous to leave Mei and Alea on their own .
Claire-sama and I decided that we needed to go, even if weâd be targeted from behind . The moment we turned away to leave,
âWhy not just watch over the fight between Rates and Rodd-sama? So long as you donât try anything, I wonât either . â
The Demon Queen said something strange .
âYou think weâd trust those words?â
âItâll just be some entertainment, Claire-sama . Besides, itâs just on my whims that I havenât personally gone after your trump card . Or⌠do you have some way to break through my barrier without your trump card?â
âWhy youâŚ!â
Claire-sama was visibly a mix of anger and hesitation .
Iâm sure she wanted to rush over to her daughters as soon as possible, but if she were to do that the Demon Queenâs attention may also shift to them .
âClaire-sama, letâs do as the fiend says for now . â
âReiâŚâ
âLetâs believe in our daughters, and Rodd-sama . â
ââŚâ
Digging her teeth into her lips, she silently lowered her magic wand .
âââââ
âPerhaps Iâll begin by destroying that nuisance of a toy . â
Laughing through a human-like mouth on his bee head, his mantis-like arms stretched toward the Magi Shibley .
âNo you donât!â
âI wonât allow it!â
In unison, Mei and Alea readied their weapons .
However, a single figure stepped forward from behind them .
âItâs not time for you two to step up . Leave this to me . â
It was the handsome ore-sama with spiky hairâRodd-sama .
Rodd-sama held a longsword in one hand .
Looking closely, the sword also had a magic gem inserted, it likely doubled as his wand .
âCome!â
In response to Rodd-samaâs sharp shout, an army of flame soldiers appeared .
Though his magical aptitude was average, his true worth lay in his exceptional magic capacity .
As he had previously displayed in his fight with Misha during the entrance exams for the Academyâs Order, overwhelming his opponent with quantity was his go-to .
Minionsâthe soldiers created by fire magic were slowly increasing in number .
âHmm⌠That small sword of yours and those insignificant underlings have no chance of even scratching me, you know?â
âYou think so?â
Immediately converting words to action, Rodd-sama left an afterimage as he closed in .
The next time I saw him, he was already swinging his longsword down on Rates .
Though not quite as fast as Dorothea, it was exceedingly fast .
Howeverâ
âHmph, did it not turn out as I said?â
A sharp metallic sound rang as Rodd-samaâs sword seemed to bounce off Ratesâ skin .
Though the blow did leave a mark, it was horribly shallow .
âWould you like to be the first to go?â
Rates used both of his sickles to assault Rodd-sama .
Sliding his longsword to match the trajectory of the attacks, Rodd-sama aimed to parry the attacks rather than accept them head-on .
âItâs something I picked up from Yuu . Even I know I canât leave everything to brute force . â
With a fearless smile, Rodd-sama launched himself off of Ratesâ arms, which were now out of position . Flipping himself while in the air, he aimed for Ratesâ neck .
âHmph . How childish . â
Without even bothering to correct his position, Rates calmly accepted Rodd-samaâs sword with his throat .
With a dull sound, his sword was repelled .
âDamn, your skin really is tough . This sword is known for its sharpness back in the Kingdom . â
âShould you wish to scar my body, you should bring both sword and skill on par with the emperorâs . â
Taking the opportunity at Rodd-samaâs landing, Rates used the front legs of his bug-like lower body to sweep the area .
Rodd-sama also parried these strikes .
âThe weak are such a bother . The truly strong have no use for technique and strategy . â
âHey Iâm with you . This kinda thing really isnât for me, but I donât have much say here . â
Rodd-sama momentarily moved back to create some space .
They had only exchanged a couple of blows, but Rodd-sama was already visibly sweating .
It goes to show how much concentration Rodd-sama needed to maintain in his tense exchange with Rates .
âIs that all that you wanted to try? If so, Iâll go ahead and kill you . â
âHey hey, isnât it a bit too quick for that? Letâs enjoy the fight a bit more . â
âUnfortunately I prefer taking things easy . Iâd like to finish the job and take a nap . â
Having said that, Rates yawned .
âYouâre pretty different from Plato, hey? Though he had a twisted attitude, he was pretty serious about everything he did . â
âThough he was a bit crude, he was earnest . His loyalty to the Demon Queen and his longing for nihility were many times greater than most . . â
âAnd youâre different?â
âMe? As for me, Iâve lived too long to obsess over either . I donât carry the same passion as Plato . â
âIt seems thereâs all sorts amongst the demons as well . â
Even while keeping his guard up, Rodd-sama laughed curiously .
âWell then, that should be enough chatting . Iâll kill you now . â
âSure, if you can . â
Rates very simply ran toward Rodd-sama .
Similar to the Popeâs failed assassination attempt, it was a simple but heavy strike .
Due to his large body, he wasnât particularly dodge .
Unfortunately, if Rodd-sama were to dodge, the Magi Shibley would be destroyed . That was simply not an option .
âUooooah!â
Rodd-sama braced himself to directly intercept Ratesâ heavy strike .
With his longsword fixed upright to accept the attack, he was pushed backward .
âThatâs not enough, you know . I have many hands and legs at my disposal . â
âGuhhâŚ!â
Rodd-samaâs body was sent flying backwards .
Though he had narrowly defended against the initial strike, Ratesâ front legs had swept him away .
While it was a simple attack, it had the force of a head-on collision with a truck .
âGahh⌠coughâŚâ
While coughing blood, Rodd-sama tried to force himself up .
However, his longsword had already broken into two .
âYou held out comparatively well . However this is the end of that, now then, letâs get back to the matter at hand . â
Rates concentrated his sights onto the Magi Shibley .
Mei and Alea stood in the way .
âPlease run, Mei, Alea!â
Claire-sama raised her voice to a shriek .
However, the two stubbornly refused to run .
âThat is admirable for ones as young as you . However, that will only shorten your lives . â
Rates calmy approached the two, raising his arms .
âHey now, didnât I say that Iâm your opponent?â
â!?â
A sudden explosion .
Ratesâ body was blown away, travelling a couple of meters .
The explosion was well directed so Mei and Alea were unharmed .
âYou again? To think you were still alive . â
âThat wasnât nearly enough to kill me . Thereâs no way I could bear to show the woman I love such a pitiful sight . â
Rodd-sama gave a smile that wreaked of manly pride .
âHowever, what can you do? Though that spell knocked me back, it did not injureââ
âWell yeah, I didnât expect it to . â
Interrupting Ratesâ words, Rodd-sama shrugged .
âThen how about we multiply that by a hundred?â
ââŚ?â
âYou really havenât realized it yet?â
âWhy you, what are you trying to say?â
In the face of Ratesâ puzzled look, Rodd-sama pointed up .
ââŚ?â
Once Rates looked up at the skyâ .
âWha!?â
In that space there were several hundreds, no thousands of minions floating .
âY-you, you were just buying time!?â
âYeah, pretty much . â
Showing the minions early, he showed them to be ineffective . Keeping Ratesâ attention with melee combat, he had continued to mass produce minions in the sky .
This had been Rodd-samaâs aim from the beginning .
âThe truly strong have no use for technique and strategy? Youâve got it wrong . The strong who make use of technique and strategy, are truly strong . â
âAs if Iâll let you!â
In a panic, Rates made a rush for Rodd-sama who was the caster .
However, as previously mentioned, his large body was by no means quick .
âFire Squall . â
Rodd-sama swung down his arm, which had been pointing at the sky, to now point at Rates .
The countless minions high in the sky rapidly began their descent .
âUooooohh!?â
Flaming soldiers poured down from the sky like rain, exploding on contact .
While each on its own was only on the higher end of a regular explosion, the quantity spoke for itself .
Then upon further inspection, it seemed that all of the explosions were aimed at the smaller scars that Rodd-sama had previously made with his sword .
âTo think something such trifle⌠magic as trifle as this couldâŚ!â
Even Rates was forced into a defensive position in this scenario . However, Rodd-sama continued to rain down his minions without a care . â
âGuaaaahhâŚ!â
Ratesâ scream eventually disappeared within the barrage of explosions .
Even then, the minions continued their assault for another couple minutes .
Once the fire and smoke had cleared, not a trace of Ratesâ body remained .
â⌠Phew⌠Iâm exhaustedâŚâ
As expected, the attack had drained a lot of his energy . Rodd-sama collapsed and sat where he just stood .
âRodd-sama, you did it!â
âAs expected of you, Rodd-sama!â
The twins ran toward Rodd-sama and hugged him .
âHeh, how was it? Was I cool?â
âYeah, about cool enough to be second to Claire-okaasama!â
âJust about as cool as Rei-okaasama!â
â⌠Heh, is that so . â
Having received the disappointingly specific praise, Rodd-sama gave a wry smile .
However, that face instantly stiffened .
âWhat!?â
âYou let your guard down, young one . â
Just as a hoarse voice resounded from next to the Magi Shibley, a grotesque metallic lustre was regenerating before our eyes .
âDid I not say? The truly strong have no use for technique and strategy . I am but one of the weak who relies on strategy . â
With those words, Rates swung his sickles at the Magi Shibley .