Is It Wrong to Try to Pick Up Girls in a Dungeon? On the Side: Sword Oratoria, Vol. 8 by Fujino Omori

Author:Fujino Omori [Omori, Fujino]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Light Novel
Publisher: Yen On
Published: 2019-02-19T00:00:00+00:00

It was a knife to the shoulder that finally sent the girl to the ground.

“Unnggahhh!”

“Dammit!!” Bete howled as he sent the rapidly approaching black shadow sailing into the air with a high-speed kick. Repelling the white blades flying in his direction with his armguard, he focused everything he had on protecting the girl behind him from the bevy of cursed swords. His cheeks already bore a jagged pattern of wounds.

The rain-swept battle in the corner of the ruins had yet to show any signs of stopping as Bete and Lena put up a desperate, isolated struggle.

“B-Bete Loga…”

“It barely scratched you, ya idiot! Stop actin’ like he cut off yer arm!”

Lena’s eyes filled with tears as she watched Bete fight.

Using his sopping-wet body as a shield, he was doing his best to keep the girl on the ground safe from the incoming attacks. And attacks there were by the dozen—members of the Evils, of Thanatos Familia, had joined the fight, adding more fuel to an already chaotic brawl.

“It’s me they’re after…isn’t it…?”

“Took you that long to figure out?!”

“Then…it’s my fault you’re caught up in this mess…?”

“…As if that matters! These are my enemies, too!”

Indeed, Bete hadn’t gotten Lena tangled up in anything at all.

Quite the opposite, actually—Lena had dragged Bete into this mess.

The true target of the assassins was none other than the Amazonian girl behind him, the bearer of Ishtar’s final secret. It had simply been fortuitous (or not so fortuitous) that Bete had been with Lena that day.

But even with the sparks flying down around him, he refuted the ignorant girl’s trembling question.

No, this was his fight, too.

How dare she think this involved only her. No, she was gravely mistaken.

“…Hyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

The true target of the assassins’ attacks was as plain as day.

Not Bete but, rather, Lena. And as Bete fought to ward off the attacks coming at them from every direction, he found himself unable to so much as retaliate. There were simply too many of them, too many cursed weapons, and Bete was falling prey to them together with their target.

This would never have happened had Bete been alone.

No, he could have used his ultimate weapons, his lightning-fast feet, to their full potential, mowing down the mob of assassins like they were nothing more than toys. Staying true to his namesake, Vanargand, he could have taken out every single one of them with his patented high-speed battle style.

But he had Lena.

A tiny little girl who couldn’t fight off the multitude of attacks, who’d be crushed beneath their sheer numbers. A fragile doll who’d be killed in an instant if he didn’t do everything in his power to protect her.

That thought alone was enough to make Bete see red.

The tattoo on his cheek, the fang chiseled into his skin, was throbbing.

No matter where he went or what he did, these weaklings, these helpless pieces of fish bait, were there to torment him.

And yet, in spite of all the grief he’d given her, he just couldn’t abandon her now.

“GrrrrrrruuuuuuuuuuaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAARRRGGGH!”

In the split

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