Chapter 12: Chapter 12: The Great Forest of Another World : Conclusion
"Wow. ..."
Sota said this as if delirious.
The scene that unfolds in front of his eyes is truly beyond human knowledge.
It is beyond the reach of ordinary people eyes.
As if in a coordinated move, Phyllis sword and Ronia axe overlapped, ducked and sparked.
Their movements are so nimble and outlandish that it is doubtful if they are hanging by wires from above.
However, in his own way, Sota feels that they are not moving recklessly.
Phyllis body flips through the air like cotton wool and she kicks the axe handle away, just as her head is about to be chopped off.
Ronia reaction is also tremendous.
Her physical abilities are even greater than Phyllis. She spins her petite body like a spinning top, and never slackens in her aggressive attacks, one after the other.
No matter where she is knocked down or crushed, her hands reach out from nowhere to deliver the killing blow to Phyllis.
At first glance, it was obvious to Sota that Ronia was a skilled fighter.
But what about Phyllis composure?
How about her behaviour in carefully returning each move?
It is hard to believe that she is outmatched.
Sota gripped the shoulder straps of his sack painfully and continued to pray.
Please give Phyllis the victory ....
(Damn ...! She's not moving like she used to. ...!)
Ronia was beginning to feel frustrated at her inability to add a decisive blow.
She was in no hurry. But certainly, in this sword fight, there is an emotional swing in her that has not occurred before.
Ronia has never faced anyone more skilled than Phyllis.
That said, she does not consider Phyllis a difficult opponent.
The word 'talent' is for Ronia, and the name of the strongest will be hers in another five years.
Therefore, Ronia has never known "struggle".
By nature, she is at the forefront of a group of warriors who are categorised as strong, and she could always defeat the enemy in five moves.
However, the rematch with Phyllis continues beyond five or ten moves.
There is a great chance of victory.
But more than that, Ronia cannot hide her surprise that Phyllis is biting and fighting so well.
On the contrary, Phyllis mind was as calm as the shores of a lake without waves and winds.
She could clearly see the trajectory of the axe's slide, read the intent of Ronia behaviour and intercept it with her best performance.
Her body was light and she could see.
The wind of death that blew through her nostrils, however, felt pleasant at this moment.
Even in the midst of a terrifying sword-fight, all she can hear is the beat of her own heart.
The nerves in Phyllis body are shining brightly, and her warrior shell is about to be broken.
(... look)
The tip of the axe blade passes over her right cheek, sliding slightly and red flies.
But Phyllis blue eyes never close.
Even in the midst of battle, where death is usually waiting for her, Phyllis bravely maintains her composure.
The fact that her life force has been increased by Sota's spirit has also helped, but it is her determination as a woman that has dramatically raised her to this level of perfection as a warrior. She did not know, and had resigned herself to never knowing, how encouraging it was to fight with the man she loved at her back.
People say that those who have nothing to lose are strong.
But those who have someone to protect are strong as well.
"Haaaaahhhh!!!!"
"Haaaaaa !!!!"
In terms of strength, the military is in Ronia favour.
However, the match is 50-50.
Each move cuts into the spirit, and the physical body continues to be hit by fatigue beyond expectation.
The endless sword fight between Phyllis and Ronia lasted about three minutes.
The decision was reached in an unexpected way.
"...gah ...!!!!"
Phyllis vision goes blank, and the next moment she let go of her consciousness.
Phyllis, cut off from consciousness, is blown away like a fallen leaf in a sideways gust of wind.
Her sword was thrown away and her unconscious body rolled on the dirt without being able to take a passive stance.
--The sword is thrown away, and her unconscious body rolls on the dirt, unable to catch it.
"Phyllis-san!!!!"
As Sota is about to jump out, his arm is pulled by a strong force.
The Imperial soldiers behind him pinned him down with a forceful yank.
The Imperial Guard power is so overwhelming that he can't even flinch.
"You guys!!!!!!!!"
It was not Sota who was enraged by this.
It was Ronia, who had been engaged in a battle of swords with Phyllis until a moment ago.
"Our goal is to eliminate Phyllis, the enemy general. We don't have time for your games."
"What?"
If you had been killed, not only would Phyllis have escaped, but our lives would have been in danger. We don't have time for your games of one-upmanship.
"Guuh...!!!!"
The woman who seems to be the leader of the imperial soldiers surrounding Sota, however, is completely unperturbed by this.
She was right on the mark, after all, taking the head of the enemy general is the top priority in war, and there is nothing better than that, and a one-on-one battle can only happen when there is a surplus of strength. The most important thing in the war is to take the head of the enemy, and nothing less than that will happen.
"..., Let go of me, ...!"
Sota, who was being pinned down, fought desperately against the feeling of her ample breasts on his back.
The most important thing to remember is that the woman in this world is very strong, and a little violence on the part of Sota will not cause her any pain or itch.
..."
The seven women surrounding him are looking at him with hot, lust-filled eyes.
The first and foremost, Sota is concerned about Phyllis.
If this is war, and they are enemy soldiers, Phyllis is ....
"Hey you, cut off her head."
In response to Sota concern, a female soldier, who appears to be the leader, instructs Ronia.
"No, don't ...!"
"..., stop bothering me. Keep that man mouth shut."
"Oh, you guys want to do whatever you want with my body, don't you ...! If you kill Phyllis-san, I'll bite my tongue out and die!"
I was saying it to myself, and I was almost out of control with shame.
The most likely outcome is that if you say something like this to several women in the real world, they will look at you and say, "What the hell is this?"
... However, his statement had an extraordinary effect on the women of the Imperial Guard, whose sexual desires had become too much to boil over.
'??? ...!
In fact, if Sota were to commit suicide here, not only would they be left with no one to comfort them, but they would also miss out on the man that the Empress had made it known that she wanted so badly.
This is a serious situation for her and the other Imperial soldiers.
But there is no way not to kill Phyllis.
After a moment of ... silence, the leader woman clears her throat,
"... understand. For the time being, General Phyllis will be our prisoner of war, and we will not kill her. Is that clear?"
She advised him, inwardly dreading the consequences.
This means, on the other hand, that we will not kill her now, but we will execute her once she returns to Imperial territory. ...
".. understand."
Sota patted his chest and agreed.
He has devoted so many resources to not letting Phyllis be killed now, for now, that he is not able to make a calm decision.
The leader of the group, the woman, chuckled inwardly, but did not show it.
Her mind is already occupied with how she is going to cook the man who blushes when he tells her she can do whatever she wants with his body. all the women around Sota were already feeling, their cheeks flushed and dripping with sweet-smelling female pheromones from their simmering, sludge-like sexual desires.
Only Ronia, carrying the unconscious Phyllis, looks unconvinced.
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