Chapter 203: Decoy Horse (1)

(...Amazing naa...)

Seeing that offense and defense from the side what Arrow held was envy.

Honestly leaving the princess to Knuckle was not because wanting her to defeat. It was enduring the other party’s attack with that physical ability while preventing the activation of aurora.

But what is the result. Certainly the princess’s fighting way had become rough, but she faced head-on and showed beating down.

Ah. Why does she herself not have light of a degree able to fight that way.

Certainly Knuckle is immature, and in the aspect of skill Arrow is largely surpassing.

But what about that? Skill can be learned however much from now on. Unlike herself whose magical power of light already hit the ceiling long ago.

"A. gu, u..."

"...What? Quickly stand, Princess."

Toward the princess leaking a groan Alter directed a cold gaze.

"Cannot even win against a newcomer a decoy commanded. Hopeless, this useless. Because that kind of appearance you are the only one ’continuing to lose’."

Bikuri the princess’s body jumped.

Those words were probably a thing she cannot accept however she struggles. Making the sword a staff she stood even while staggering, and even while dripping blood from the mouth corner put on a flattering smile.

"I. I. Still. Can do. Can do, so. Mi, do not abandon, please."

"Preaching fine, show with action. That power is decoration? The little sister was more useful than you."

What is this situation.

What is that smile.

As if she herself has no value. Precisely because of that seeming desperately clinging to the person who relied.

Ah, understands. Because Arrow herself ended up holding a similar feeling toward Atel Octo.

But Sacred Princess. Altina Sacred Calmate should be an existence the complete reverse of the likes of herself.

On top of that.

"...Decoy, horse?"

She heard a sound of the heart creaking gichi-gichi.

Hearing Alter’s words almost noticing the meaning, but desperately pretending not to notice.

She felt the contracted earth holy spirit is shouting. Do not hear, do not hear, do not hear, sorry, forgive, at least now she is not thinking so.

"Why the likes of you could become Sacred, you have thought?"

Alter talks.

I see, the opening to pierce is here. Twisting the mouth corner he sneers.

"The lowest value Sacred of all generations. Did you not think strange? Even though in Calmate existences possessing light more than you are like mountains, why was you who stops at ’reasonably excellent in the countryside’ chosen? If during wartime still, but was a peaceful era? Population should also have been increasing. And yet what is the reason you of the lowest value of all generations was chosen?"

Ah. She has thought many times.

Why was the likes of herself chosen, is there not a more suitable person.

But the seniors. The shining stars were all kind, and did not treat talentless Arrow as a hindrance.

Precisely because of that she thought let’s work hard.

Want to respond to trust, want to stand lining up with them, want to be useful, want to be relied on by amazing everyone.

Therefore desperately.

"Therefore used means other Sacred never use. For Sacred who only know the correct fighting way your fighting way was surely fresh."

Not a time to be hearing this kind of talk. Left this place? Should attack immediately.

Thinking so she tries to ready the bow, but.

"U. a..."

Gata-gata, gata-gata, the arms, tremble, end up.

"Sacred Arrow...?"

"Arrow-senpai? Do, what happened?"

Adre and Knuckle ask in a voice as if worrying, and as if confused.

But no leeway to react to that.

Ah, because. The meaning of the words Alter talks, does not know, does not know, she herself has noticed nothing...!

That way desperately shouting in the heart.

"The more light, the more a correct human the more blessed with power and talent that world. ’Exerting one’s own real ability to the maximum’ and ’beating the enemy head-on’ becoming the mainstream combat style is a natural conclusion. Using stratagem or schemes, snatching victory by pulling the other party’s feet is ’not correct’."

That result is the current Sacred?

Alter said so and raised the mouth corner.

"But probably because competed among light. Sacred became ’unable to fight except the correct path’. In the first place a world where humans who devise stratagem, humans with aptitude for darkness die early. Methods of weakening the other party, methods of making the other party unable to exert real ability, methods of winning without fighting, those declining is also natural. ...That said the holy spirits seemed worried about that current state."

Cannot stay this way.

Good at the correct-path fighting way is fine. But unable to do only that is a defect.

Therefore the holy spirits sought. A textbook for them to learn, a degree able to eventually defeat while struggling... that kind of decoy.

"Cannot stay this way, for the emergency must learn side methods. But where is a human who can teach that? Even though humans skilled in that kind of ability are sickly and cannot fight? ...There you are, Sacred Arrow."

The earth holy spirit directly told Altina ’that girl is good’.

At that time she thought ’well fine’.

But why? What is the reason of nominating a little girl of the lowest value of all generations on purpose?

That is. Because a human who can do clever thinking, and on top can respect light.

Not because the lowest-value Doris is suited to Sacred Arrow that nominated.

Because an existence skilled at side methods yet possessing light of a degree able to transform into Sacred.

Because a convenient existence for making Sacred grow.

Like a lie.

Like a deception for shaving this side’s mental.

If able to think that way how good.

But Sacred has resistance to malicious lies. Because ends up seeing through whether a lie only belittling this side, or telling the true heart.

"If no Remora raid you would eventually not have been Sacred. Natural? If other Sacred learn your fighting method what remains is not Sacred fighting with a novel fighting method but a failing student of the lowest value of all generations. Other humans with talent sitting in your seat is natural?"

She could not rebut Alter’s words.

Because Arrow herself ended up convinced.

Power leaves from the whole body’s body. Limply in the arms of Adre supporting her own body, like a corpse.

(Ah, I see. Therefore the likes of me became Sacred...)

"Arrow-senpai, do not believe that kind of guy’s words! See. There is also like not saying a lie but also not saying the truth!"

Shouting Knuckle directs a gaze of hostility to Alter.

How dare you corner my senpai this much. Ah, truly dazzling.

"Why do you think I could contract with a holy spirit?"

Without even regarding Knuckle’s hostility Alter readied the god spear as if showing off.

"Strange? There cannot be logic of lending power to me who invaded the country that should be protected and hurt Sacred. Actually I also did not think able to steal a holy spirit, able to transform into Sacred."

And yet lightning is moving as Alter’s will. The holy spirit of thunder chose Alter Native as the contractor.

He directed the spear tip wrapping purple lightning to Arrow. No, to the existence behind.

"A simple talk. The holy spirit of thunder is raging with anger. At ’the current way of being of Calmate’, at ’the earth holy spirit who chose lifting a talentless girl and making a decoy for other Sacred’, at ’the other holy spirits who overlooked that as good’. This one seems unable to help wanting to burn you to ashes."

Responding to Alter’s words purple lightning burst.

Yes, yes, yes. Don’t screw around you, is that the way of light, shouting.

Lightning straight gazed at Arrow. No, gazed at the earth holy spirit Arrow contracted. Don’t screw around you, quickly free that little girl. That is not an existence that fights, a general citizen who should be protected.

The holy spirit of thunder does not recognize the human named Doris Stan as Sacred.

Indignant that a poor little girl chosen as a decoy. Rather the anger as if caring this side thrusts more that ’she was not a suitable existence from the start’.

Gashan.

There was a sound of breaking.

That is the sound of a mask shattering.

Even if unable work hard for everyone, for everyone, and so as not to dirty the name of Sacred. The mask she kept up thinking so becomes powder.

"Ha, aha, haha... I see, from the start, I am."

The shattered fragments pierce the original herself. On that which was already a dead body long ago, zakuri, zakuri, zakuri.

There was no way able to become a suitable existence. In the first place because not possessing that qualification.

The result is now.