Plain Girl Hero of Darkness
Black Flower Dancing on the Death Line - (10)

Relieved, Patrick began to think of a way to destroy the Second Army. At this moment, he noticed an uproar in the units behind him.

As Patrick turned his gaze back, a messenger barged in.

“L-Report! The back of our army is under attack! The enemy is charging towards the basecamp with full steam!"

“From the back !? Their number?”

"More than 2,000!"

"Two thousand? —I see, it might be the detachment unit of the God of Death. Just a living room trick.”

Patrick broke the command staff in his hand. On Sieghard's orders, the escort unit quickly besieged Patrick.

“I don't think that's possible, but do they expect us to send all our knights, and split their army into two before?”

Patrick shook his head at Ares' question.

“I don't know. But if that's true, then they definitely have a deal with Devil — or in this case, God of Death.”

“How should we handle them?”

“Do not panic. Send the rest of the knights, show them the famous iron defense of the Sun Knight."

“But the defense of the headquarters will be stronger. I'll arrange it. "

After being glared at by Patrick, Ares gulped and went to relay the order. A moment later, over a thousand Sun Knights were sent to the rear.

Less than half an hour later, the latest reports infuriated Patrick.

“You said the God of Death appeared on our left side !?”

"Yes sir! He came towards us as if he was mowing the grass!"

"Omong empty! The God of Death was being locked by the Sun Knight on that hill!"

Patrick pointed to the hill and shouted, with foam in his mouth. But the messenger was not disturbed, and stood firm:

“T-But he has silver hair and dark armor, like the rumored God of Death! D-And he even cut people in half with one strike, he must be the God of Death!"

The messenger's face turned green, and he had even forgotten to use honorifics with his superior. Normally, someone would reprimand him, but the contents of the report shocked everyone in the tent.

“You mean there are two Death Gods !? That doesn't make any sense!"

Patrick shouted agitatedly. Instead, Ares said calmly:

"There's only one explanation for this."

"Exposure!? What explanation! Don't waste time and waste time with it!"

"The one here is the real one, while the one on the hill is the imitation."

“Actures and imitations..”

"They're playing us like the god of Death's fucking violin."

Ares said while laughing mockingly at himself. Patrick was speechless, and at this moment, they heard the cries of the troops.

Patrick looked towards the source, and saw a silver-haired girl appear with a splash of blood. He was holding a black sword covered in dark fog, and in his armor was an ominous skull and sickle emblem.

The envoy shouted and fled when he saw the girl.

"I'm finally here!"

The girl looked around with a brilliant smile. Patrick felt he looked like a predator hunting prey.

"Protect His Majesty!"

Sieghard shouted, and the guards slashed at the girl with their swords. He dodged all attacks gracefully like flower petals blown off the wind, and at the same time, cut their heads mercilessly.

The cut was so fast that the guards did not even have time to shout. Blood was scattered everywhere, and his assailant turned into a corpse.

When the girl finally stopped, no bodyguards were still alive.

Despite the intense movements this girl made to create this terrifying scene, she did not look tired at all.

“K-You monster!”

Ares denounced it, and Olivia said:

“I'm not a monster, I'm Olivia — it's been a long time since I last said that. Recently, everyone called me the God of Death. Oho! I don't hate the nickname Death God, so you can call me that."

Olivia smiled cheerfully. His puzzling skills with the sword made it very clear that he was the true God of Death.

“Your Majesty, please leave this place immediately. I'll buy time."

“Ares, you know it's impossible.”

"Your Majesty ..."

“You saw his sword technique? Even the team of elite bodyguards was slaughtered unilaterally by him."

“Then we will use the amount..”.

“It was futile. A group of ordinary troops would not be able to stop him. He's out of our league."

(Too great.)

"It's no wonder he managed to injure Rosenmarie. Patrick is convinced by his sword, but that trust has been destroyed by Olivia."

Patrick thought that only Felixus had ordered the Azure Knight to fight him.

“So we wait for our death?”

Ares's voice was gloomy, and his trembling shoulders were not because he was afraid of the girl.

Patrick smiled wryly at hearing it:

“Don't rush to draw conclusions. Of course we'll fight.”

With that, Patrick pulls Sabre around his waist and Ares follows him.

(Perhaps the name of the sword.)

“Then allow me to help, Your Majesty. Unfortunately, we have to leave the rest to Field Marshal Graden."

“After opening my mouth at the war conference, everything ended like this. I'm sorry that you had to accompany me to the real hell."

“Ya Sir, leave it to me.”

They looked at each other and smiled.

“—Are you guys done talking?”

“Ya, sorry to have waited.”

“I'll ask just in case, do you guys want to give up? I also offered the same to Crimson Knight. If you give up, I won't kill you."

Olivia's offer was unexpected. There was no reason for him to lie, so Patrick was very surprised.

"Let me ask you, has the Crimson Knight relented?"

"No."

Olivia shook her head. Patrick raised the corner of his lips and said:

“Then it was clear that Sun Knight would not accept it either.”

"so yeah. Then I have to kill you. "

Ares brandished his sword fiercely at Olivia. Olivia returned the attack, and pointed her sword at her stomach. Ares spewed reddish-black blood, but refused to retreat.

Instead, he went into his blade.

“Hmm?”

Olivia was confused by that. When she reached Olivia, she grabbed her waist and shouted: 'Of:

“S-Now! Destroy us both! ”

"As you wish!"

Patrick held Saber horizontally, and pushed her with all his might—

“Oh, sacrificial attack? That's a good idea, but you have to train harder to hold me back."

On Olivia's left hand was Ares whose neck was broken, the whites of her eyes visible. The black sword in his right hand pierced deeply into Patrick's chest.

“A-Ares.. Sorry.”

Patrick fell helplessly to the ground. As her vision faded into darkness, she could hear Olivia's carefree voice.

He said:

“I think your weapon is very unique all the time. Can you give it to me?"

However, Patrick will never have a chance to answer Olivia.

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