Reincarnated as the Lady Prodigy

Forty-Nine

Offense and Defense

Outside the city's walls, cries of warriors, magic spells fired from one mage to another, sharp and bloodied spears, swords, arrows, and even daggers clashing against claws, horns, and flesh.

It's an image of a battlefield, a battle between humans and monsters.

It is not one-sided as one would expect, if anything, the humans stand a fair chance against monsters despite the difference in power, size, and strength. It was unexpected to see humans fighting well against monsters in this type of situation but from the humans' perspectives, it was a good thing. Although it takes two to five humans comprised of mages, knights, and hunters to fight toe to toe against a single twin-headed ogre, it was still possible to defeat the monsters that number around seven thousand or more.

"Knights and hunters attack then retreat! Don't let the monsters wound you!!!"

It was Geubert, unlike others who need more than a single person to fight the twin-headed ogre head-on, Geubert easily handled the monster about twice his size. His sword's glass-like red blade kept shining. It sliced his enemies like they're unmoving dolls, not a single a monster can react to his every swing. His movements are not sophisticated or gracious as one would expect from the son of a renowned swordsman, Geubert's movement is, unlike his father who specializes in speed and swift swordsmanship, Geubert's swordsmanship focuses more on power and defense. He stays in one place and swings his great sword that devastates the target area and the surrounding. It's not an exaggeration to say that Geubert looks almost similar to a rampaging beast... nonetheless, many find the result of his swords motivating and assuring thus, the morale of the troops rose.

From the ground rose a raging tornado made of fire, the heat burnt the nearby monsters without any means to defend themselves, not only that, the tornado moved as if having a mind of its own and wandered on the enemies' side, in a blink of an eye, the middle and some sides of the monsters are burnt to the ground. The burnt ground formed a shallow crater.

The troops, especially the mages are in awe. It was a cast-less spell and the scale is almost the same as a Divine level spell.

It was the red-haired masked lady from the auction house.

As the battle continued, on all sides of the wall, everyone cooperated and worked well to fend off the monsters and eliminate the threat to the city's safety.

Alarkson's elemental magic blew away his enemies overwhelmingly. With a grinning face, while mercilessly doing so, his outer appearance on the fight sparked fear and awe upon those who saw him fight. They couldn't see his face through his mask but his black hair, dark as the night were etched unto the troops' minds. He was given the title of 'Night Saint'. He cringes when he found out about this title though it's a story from a distant future.

Another person who caught the attention of everyone is none other than Blake who earned the title 'Suicidal Assassin' because of the way he fought.

“Hooh,” Blake breathed out before disappearing in one’s blink of an eye. From standing on the ground, he appeared on the one-eyed troll’s shoulder and without sparing even a second of his time, swung his dagger on the troll’s only eye.

“Kwaaag!” The troll growled and thrash violently while cupping its wounded one eye. Blake took the troll’s distraction and rained attack from its body to its lower body, finally, he broke the troll's ankle.

[Dagger Arts: Chain Attack]

As soon as he activated his spell, the troll’s body spurted out blood from his neck down to his legs, the troll wobbled but with his wounded and broken ankle, the troll lost its balance and fell on its back.

THUD

Blake’s eyes glowered. The raw intensity of his eyes sent a shiver down to those who witness how he singlehandedly took down a troll which is known for its rock-hard body, aside from that, the troll is also humongous, it is after all from the lineage of giants.

“You did great, human!”

Alarkson complimented him as soon as Blake made sure that the troll is dead.

He stared at Alarkson’s face before nodding his head. He knew the man in front of him was strong but he never thought he was a monster of his own league. Let’s not consider the firepower of his magic, a simple slap of his hands killed of monsters near him. Blake knew that his physical abilities are not to be looked down simply because of his powerful magic.

Blake slightly nodded his head, “Thank you. You were also overwhelming... Lord Alarkson.” He trailed off unsure how to address Alarkson. He settled with ‘Lord’ since it was how he usually addresses those with higher standing than him.

“Kuhahahaha!” Alarkson suddenly burst out laughing. “‘Lord Alarkson? That was unexpected of you!” Alarkson told him still laughing while also slightly tapping his shoulders. He confirmed it, Alarkson does have a strong physique. He’s feeling it first hand.

Blake didn't say anything and waited for Alarkson to stop laughing. Finally, after two minutes and twenty seconds that passed, Alarkson ceased his laughing by exhaling loudly.

“Hoo!” Alarkson looked at him, his hand still on his shoulder. “While I know you mean to address me as such as a form of respect, and I truly know that I deserve such respect – and more – I would rather have you address me simply by my great name. Alarkson. We serve the same Master after all, and you, as Mistress’ retainer must not have anyone higher than Mistress.” Alarkson seriously said, with the expression on his face, though, it feels more like he was being lectured. But Blake understands what Alarkson was trying to say. It must have become an unspoken rule for them – Alarkson, Vana, Kiera, and Siren – that Lady Jozine’s servants, them, are to address them with their names.

Blake can tell. Their loyalty is no joke, just like theirs.

He slowly nodded his head. “I understand, Alarkson.’’

With that response, Alarkson laughs in approval. “Kuhahaha! Good, good!”

-

“...hmm...”

Kiera, who is covered in monster blood breathed, then wiped off the blood of her knuckles before she relaxed on the Blood Tiger’s corpse. From her position, she can see that the humans are putting off a wonderful fight against monsters that are twice, sometimes even more their size. Monsters that are more resilient than them.

She raised her brows when she caught sight of a struggling team of three against an Ash Wolf. They were doing their best and all against a wolf as tall as them but moves like an assassin with its agility. Aside from that, the monster is also aware that it must take out the mage, it’s targeting the mage who is also doing its best to protect them by forming a barrier but –

Kiera, although far from the team can clearly see the c***k on the barrier. The barrier isn’t weak, it’s not entirely strong to stand against an Ash Wolf’s attack though.

“How unsightly...” she mumbled to herself.

Humans are knowledgeable beings. They’re curious and are adaptable.

“But they’re still fragile like porcelain,” she thought out loud.

Unable to stop herself, she thought of something.

From the ground, large spikes made of earth formed, as expected, it lanced through the Ash Wolf’s body. The spikes rose too quickly that even the Ash Wolf, a monster known for its agility and the ability to sense danger is not able to evade. Forget evade, it could not react at all!

On Elise’s side, while keeping on Lady Kiera, she was also healing the heavily wounded. They are located within the sphere barrier enough to fit almost fifty people. It was created by Lady Kiera. With her are five other mages healing the wounded.

“I think Miss should rest first.” A light brown-haired lady told her from her side.

“There are still wounded arriving,” she replied glancing at the wounded being carried.

“Please leave it to us. We have recovered our magic thanks to you that’s why we believe it's only right that you rest this time.”

Elise stared at the lady. The lady’s name is Rica, she was older than her by four years, still, Rica was being formal with her.

Elise is not used to it. She has been a servant all her life, while it wasn't bad being a servant under Lady Jozine, Elise had a fair share of experiences as a servant she kept hidden.

Scorned. Punished. Humiliated.

But when she wears her mask as Faceless’ ‘executive’ she is treated as someone of importance. She is not used to it. It reminds her of the people who hurt her, like her now, they were people of power. It made her uncomfortable that she was – in a way – like them.

It crossed her mind that, what if, one day, she ends up like them? What if she hurt other people too? Will she turn out like them?

“...iss... Miss!”

“Y-Yes...?” Elise was startled when she looked back to Rica. “What’s wrong?”

“Ah, you weren't listening so I had to call you again. Are you all right, Miss?” Rica asked her with her voice laced with concern.

She looked away. Now is not the time to be thinking such thoughts. They’re in the middle of a battle with monsters. Monsters that are not having second thoughts about killing humans. Elise did not notice it, but while she was lost in her thoughts, the wounded continued to arrive in the area they are in.

Elise wanted to help but Rica stopped her and insisted she takes a rest. Hesitantly, she agreed but with the condition that once the wounded becomes overwhelming she will help.

Three hours since the monsters arrived, the battle is not nearing its end yet. If anything, it is only getting started.

To be continued..,