(Yunos POV)

They keep springing up one after the other...

The words of the big man stopped, his gaze turning towards Harold, or more precisely- his uniform.

The Crimson military uniform he was wearing clearly belonged to the Sarian Imperial Army.

Are you a Sarian soldier? Why stop me?

Ha~ If you really think that Im your ally in this kind of situation where Im

obviously

against you. Your brain must really be tiny in comparison to your gargantuan figure.

Harolds pre-emptive attack, foul-mouth was released. At any rate, it was the same as usual, but it was only at times like these that it was actually reliable.

The nose of the man he just laughed at flared.

So as to not miss that opening he gave, Harold pushed him back from their conspicuous position and threw out an intense kick against the upper-half of his armour.

Although it didnt look like he did much damage, the man who didnt expect such a kick retreated backwards while staggering.

...did they die?

He asked me without turning his eyes away from his opponent. He probably saw their bodies on the ground as he ran here.

I dont know if theyre dead or alive, but theyre seriously injured.

This was a dangerous place to stop and think, surrounded by enemies on every side, it doesnt look like we have a good chance of surviving here.

Despite that, his response was insensitive no matter how you looked at it.

Is that so?

Three words, that was it.

But there was a silent yet definite undertone mixed in there.

He threw some recovery items towards me, this was the medicine we prepared for healing wounds and recovering magic power.

Do you know healing magic? Heal as many people as you can, even if you have to use it all, and that guy over there isnt really dead, just give him a good slap.

...you really are something, arent you~?

I took in Harolds figure while responding with an unusually light tone, surprising even myself.

There were lacerations in some places, while some parts of the already deep red military uniform had been darkened and discoloured, blurred from his blood.

They werent light injuries, and yet, he still didnt intend to use the recovery items for himself.

Silently moving behind the scenes, only expressing his true feelings in funny ways like this.

I told you bastards that you werent allowed to die without my permission, and I dont remember giving you permission.

Now that was a strict boss. There was probably no personnel in the world that would be able to satisfy him. Severely strict to all others, he was definitely the incarnation of a Spartan.

...and yet despite the situation we were in, I could feel a bitter smile growing on my face.

Wake those guys up from their pitiful state already, or Ill crush them while theyre on the ground.

Sure, right away... is what Id like to say, but its kinda hard for me to withdraw right now, you know?

Although the number of soldiers led by the general is light, they still have at least thirty people. It wouldnt be realistic to break through such an encasement with numerous injured people in tow.

My conclusion cant be considered a mistake.

However, that would only be the case if the exceptional existence known as Harold wasnt here.

I never expected a bastard like you to do anything about them in the first place, Ill wipe out these annoying soldiers myself.

Harold just said something reckless.

He just announced that hed take on over thirty enemies by himself. Not just me, but everyone here doubted their ears.

As if you could do that, brat! Just try if you can!

Harolds exhilarating remark couldve only been seen as big words. Although he had hidden his face with a mask, it was easy to tell that Harold was only a boy from his voice and physique.

A grown man cannot possibly lose to a single child.

It was a legitimate allegation, a natural assumption, and a well-backed confidence.

But at the same time, it was a lethal arrogance.

Oh, I planned to do so.

From my point of view, it was as if Harold had just disappeared, but immediately afterward a dull, metallic sound rang throughout the forest.

Harolds figure was still missing, but the ring of metal and the sounds of screams continued to echo out from different directions.

He had grown a lot faster within the past few months.

The trees had grown thick so visibility was bad, but even if that was taken into account, my eyes couldnt keep up with him at all