Chapter 121.3

Chapter 121.3. A Dangerous Enemy

-Masatoshi’s POV-

“Well, good. With that wound, you’re just going to die, aren’t you?”

“Hey, Nagamasa, what the hell do you think you’re doing!”

[Greater Heal III] n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Don’t you get it?”

“Are you trying to take the Emperor’s place?”

[Greater Heal III]

“No, no. Imperial is nothing. I want to test the power of this magic, my power. Amid war! And for that, I need chaos!”

“Test? You’ve come up with another childishly stupid idea.”

[Greater Heal III]

“All healed!”

The innocent voice of a girl without the nervousness that ruins everything echoes. My father seems to have made a full recovery. He was gouged, and even his internal organs were peeking out, but his body is back to normal and there is only a lot of blood left after the gouging.

Masatoshi sees why the original author didn’t include a recovery magician. This would have made the seriousness disappear. He feels sorry for the enemy if the main character recovers all the blood while they’re talking to each other.

“What the heck! What are you doing, making him recover!”

Nagamasa yells at Miu, who is standing at a distance, his face bright red. Even though he’s an enemy, he understands a little of his anger and sympathizes with him.

“What a surprise, there was another recovery wizard!”

“You underestimated me! Chiiiiii!”

Nagamasa leaps backward quickly, trying to yell more at Miu, who reports cheerfully with one hand raised. A fist covered in flames passed where Nagamasa was standing.

“Which one of you is the lickspittle? Genshin Nagamasa, you shall be captured in the name of Aguni! Countess Takano, thank you for your recovery!”

Scattering an aura of anger around him, my father, fully recovered, snapped his fist and intimidated Nagamasa. It was as if the pressure was enough to physically crush his opponent, but Nagamasa suppressed his anger and contorted his face in amusement.

“I’m going to test how well you can compete with me without the mana of magic armor.”

The magic armor of the soldiers who should have been captured along with Nagamasa shines and deploys a magic barrier. All of them who were supposed to have been captured here had betrayed us.

“Only 20 of them? Even without the magic armor, there are 300 of us over here, you know?”

My father also shows a relaxed attitude, but his face is an act. It’s because he understands why the mana in the magic stone is empty.

“You understand, don’t you? Yoshikage Ima Hama is my subordinate. I’m sure the rear is in an uproar right now. Besides, these guys aren’t the only friends of mine!”

[That’s right.]

As if to match Nagamasa’s words, a frightening voice echoes through the forest.

[Nagamasa, I’m going to change my plans. I’m going to take that girl instead of Seina.]

“Oh, my God! What is this!”

With that voice, countless ivies crawl out from the ground where Miu stands and entangle her petite body.

“Mii-sama!”

“Em-chan!”

“Hey!”

Yamiyo and the other three girls rushed to help her out and clung to Miu, but they were also taken in by the ivy and dragged directly into the ground.

With that, human-shaped dead trees appear one after another from between the trees. There were too many to count. The dead trees have flowers on their bodies and are sprinkling poisonous pollen.

It is a nasty demon, “Poison Trent. Its body is as hard as metal, and feels no pain, so it attacks recklessly. Moreover, its blow is powerful. And most troublesome of all, the poisonous pollen it disperses slowly eats away at the body until it finally becomes unable to move and is turned into a nursery for poison torrents.

“Kukukuku, how’s that? That makes up for the difference in numbers, right?”

Nagamasa grimaces and sneers, showing his clenched fists. He’s convinced of his superiority.

His enemies’ magic armor has run out of mana, and the magic tool of anti-poison warding has lost its effectiveness. We’re outnumbered.

[Flame Crystal Rampage]

The lead Poison Treant, despite its unbalanced body, approaches with surprisingly fast movements. Masatoshi waves his hand, manipulates the hidden crimson lotus crystal, and pierces its body with an arrow-like speed.

The sticking crimson lotus crystal burns bright red and burns poison treant with flames.

“Ah? Why does your magic armor still have mana?”

“That’s because I use more expensive magic stones in my magic armor than the military.”

Masatoshi deploys a magic barrier and confronts Nagamasa, who tilts his head and looks quizzical, smiling back at him fearlessly. But Masatoshi is hiding his fear.