Volume 1 Chapter 7 Training in Combat Form
Of course, Rangella stands out.
With shiny silver hair and a beautiful face.
She wears clothes that are easy to move in, but her figure is amazing.
Her strong core shows from all her training, and just by walking, she gives a feel like she is in a theater.
When she smiles like a field of sunflowers, everyone is enchanted.
Even in a dungeon, this charm doesn't change.
"The hero, Rangella, has entered the dungeon!"
"This might be the biggest money-making adventure ever!"
"No, it's not about money. It's training with her master!"
"Huh? The hero has a master?"
"Seems so. If they are training in the dungeon, it might be a real battle format."
"I wonder if we can watch!"
"Looks like we can! The master said, 'As long as you don't interrupt, you can watch.'"
"Then let's go!"
...And so, this kind of conversation spread everywhere.
The training is in the former boss room.
There is enough space for the boss to move, and the walls of the dungeon are strong, so it's okay if hero Rangella causes a bit of chaos.
In the center of this space, Rangella and Horace stand, both holding wooden swords.
And around them, there are many spectators.
"Sorry, master. There are so many people now."
"I don't mind. I said they could watch... You look surprised."
"I thought you were secretive."
"If the Demon Lord notices you, there's nothing you can do."
"That's true."
The Demon Lord's power is complete 'male dominance.'
Once caught by this power, men can never return to normal.
Rangella must always fight on the front lines.
But for men, they have to be secretive.
""...""
...The atmosphere between the two changed.
Soon, the practical training will begin.
Just as the atmosphere hinted this, an annoying 'interruption' happened.
"──Hmph! You are the hero's master? I can't believe such a weak-looking man taught her. Is the hero title even real?"
A man with neatly styled blonde hair suddenly stepped in.
He was dressed in overly decorated clothes that somehow gave off a 'noble' vibe, and he had a sharp sword at his waist.
"...What do you want?"
Rangella's face, which had been showing joy just a moment ago, suddenly went expressionless.
"Many believe the foolish tale of a commoner defeating the Demon Lord and saving the world. But even if they're trained by a great master, I thought I should give it some thought. However, this guy is just a nobody."
The man spread his arms and spoke as if he were drunk.
"I am Guodrel Imodeth, the eldest son of the Imodeth Count family of the Diamante Kingdom, and I have been granted a holy sword by the [Church of Shinathica]. I'll strip away your disguise right now!"
"...?"
Horace tilted his head at Guodrel's words.
He couldn't understand what Guodrel was trying to say.
He couldn't grasp his argument.
It's fine that he has his own logic, but what exactly is it?
"Master, you don't need to worry about it."
"No, I just don't understand his argument."
"It's simple. He's just noisily complaining that a commoner has taken away the opportunity for the upper class to shine by defeating the Demon Lord."
"Ah, I see..."
"Who's making a fuss!? Don't joke around! A weakling like you couldn't have trained someone capable of defeating the Demon Lord! It's probably just a rumor that the Demon Lord is hiding, and you're just boasting about defeating her!"
Guodrel drew his sword from his waist.
The dazzling blade revealed itself, supposed to exude a dominating presence... but because of its owner's shallowness and the presence of the hero, it felt somewhat empty.
"Let the power of the holy sword Guardmight be engraved upon you!"
In the dungeon, it's a government-related facility, yet weapons are not confiscated.
In the dungeon, drawing a sword is not interrupted.
But he chose the wrong time to draw it.
"You're in the way."
Horace muttered.
In the next moment, Guodrel's body was blown away.
As if he had been hit by a giant 'force', his body was sent flying.
"Aagh, aahhhhhh!"
It crashed into the wall and fell to the ground.
"W-what just happened..."
Pain shot through his body from hitting the wall.
His mouth was unstable, and Guodrel groaned while murmuring.
"Magic always seeks stability. If I focus my magic in my eyes and glare, the 'magic in the air' that fears it tries to pull away from me. The magic sweeps up all the air around and creates a big pressure. To put it simply, that's all I did."
"W-what..."
"A weakling like you doesn't need a sword or magic. Just a glare is enough."
Maybe he didn't care anymore, Horace turned his gaze to Rangella.
"...When the pressure of intimidation gets stronger, the person's suitable 'color' should appear. But just now, it was colorless. You can defeat someone who holds a holy sword and was trained as a swordsman with just a glare. Impressive, Master."
"Tiaris told me I have a 'cannon-like glare'."
"That's not completely wrong. Now..."
In the next moment, a blue pressure appeared around Rangella, while a gray pressure formed from Horace.
They clashed in an instant... and pushed the boundary line about 30 centimeters from Rangella's body.
"...!"
"What's wrong? If you can't get close with just this, there's no reason to make you stronger."
"I-I will attack!"
Rangella readied her sword and charged.
Though she was in the middle of the pressure, Rangella's body occasionally glowed, meaning she was likely using some kind of magic to soften the pressure's effects.
She thrust forward... but Horace effortlessly caught and stopped it.
I mean, despite her solid thrust, Horace's hand didn't budge even a millimeter, defying the laws of physics.
"Pretty light. I told you in a letter. 'The Demon Lord is gone, but there are still places to fight.' Now that the Demon Lord with the power of male domination is gone, I can take care of it if needed, but you're too dull."
"...Master, have you become too strong? You're at least a hundred times stronger than before, right?"
"...Sorry."
It seems Horace's measuring stick was pretty twisted.
But, practice is practice.
"Well, bring it on! We still have plenty of time."
"Yes!"
Strikes come one after another.
While easily handling them, Horace is training Rangella.
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