Spears are good. The longer the spear, the farther away from the enemy you can be, the less fearful you will be and the more your trembling limbs will still listen to you.

　And above all, if you are only defending, you don't have to wield it like a sword. There is no need to aim like a bow.

　All you have to do is to hold it out in front of you. As long as you have enough men, the enemy will be forced to stop. If done well, even a cavalry charge that dominates the battlefield can be slaughtered.

　This should be no different in Jail Bella. A mere line of spears should be enough, especially if you want to keep the enemy from entering from the outside.

　At least that's what the guards and guards thought as they thrust their spears at the intruders. The enemy would die or retreat.

　--But such battlefield hopes and stereotypes exist to be crushed by those who are stronger than they are.

　The long battle-axe cut off the sky with a fear-inspiring sound. A few spear points bounce off, and at the same time the skulls of the guards scatter.

　Brain plasma crawled out onto the floor, giving off an unpleasant fishy smell.

　Then a series of what can only be described as mighty flashes swept through the north tower. The guard's head flew off, and again, without a pause for breath, the battle axe was carried into the air and thrust into the mass of people. The fresh blood licked the air with cheers.

　The ideal way to handle a battle axe is earnest, yet logical to a fault. It's just as he trained, just as he is.

　The trajectory of the battle-axe wielded by Vestalinu-Gerua is far from being eccentric or unexpected. It could even be said to be simple in a way.

　She is the complete opposite of her sister Bruder, who likes to take the enemy by surprise. Even though they are sisters, they seem to have very different characteristics.

　However, it is because of their excellence that kata have survived through the ages to the present day.

　How can we kill people in the most rational way? How to disable people quickly? This is the only question that can be considered, and the patterns evolve and are weeded out over time, leaving only the necessary ones.

　And so Vestalinu has never missed a single one of those training sessions.

　Even on the days when the skin on her hands was torn off and her bones creaked - even after her whole life had been rewritten.

　He takes out his throwing axe and throws it at the skull of his enemy. I've spent too much. I only have two left.

　Vestalinu's slit eyes glittered with bright lights as he glared around him like a war demon.

　There were about a dozen of us, maybe a little more, including guards and guards. I thought there were strangely few people along the way, but I guess they were being used to guard this place. It's a good thing there are no flying objects in the tower.

　Vestalinu raised his eyebrows slightly and paused for a moment to catch his breath. I can't just let my opponent gain momentum. If we don't always break through with momentum, we will be crushed in no time.

　But it seems that someone on the enemy side understood this as well.

　There was a momentary pause. There was a pause, and a spear was sharply aimed at it.

　In the midst of the guards, whose skill level was almost unimpressive, the line of the thrust did not show any trembling on the battlefield. Rather, Vestalines had the impression of sophistication.

　The old man's face showed that he had been through many battles in his life.

"Good. You are the chief of the soldiers?

　That's all he said. Vestalinu cleaved his battle axe. The heavy tip swung down without feeling the weight of it.

　The war axe naturally leaps off the tip of the spear and takes the path. And just like that, it gouged the flesh. The wrinkled face spat out blood with eyes wide open.

　For the umpteenth time, a splash of flesh and blood is released on Vestalines cheek. Without even wiping it off, she moved her legs forward again.

　I can see the eyes of the guards and guards around her are greatly agitated. The current man must have been their emotional support.

　But the current Vestalines could not afford to be relieved by that. Her heart is filled with emotions that she does not even know the origin of.

　One was for herself, and the other was for Lugis.

　Why had he given her his trust so easily? Why had my legs accepted it as a matter of course?

　It's not possible. My mind is not so easy.

　An overabundance of embarrassment and Vestalinu's inherent willpower intertwined and heated up. The sword of Lugis at her waist is also hot, as if in response. It is like a pulsating heart itself.

　Vestalinu bites his lip in frustration.

　I don't trust you," Vestalinu said to Lugis. That's contempt. It's nothing but a frank confession of distrust.

　I hate you for taking away the only sister I can trust from me, a huddle of nothing. I hate you for being so ignorant of discipline that you can live as you please. I don't like you.

　--I'm relieved. I'm relieved to hear you say something human like that.

　And what came back were those words and the jeweled sword that is his heart itself?

　Vestalinu felt an uncontrollable shame welling up from deep within her.

　She didn't know what to say, or how to swallow this feeling down. All I know is that there is a certain shame in my heart right now.



　Yes, shame. I told him all kinds of things I distrusted, and he took them lightly, whether he meant to or not, and even gave me his trust. It was as if he didn't care about anything.

　This makes me sound like a child who doesn't know the difference.

　You cry and whine like a child who only knows how to force his emotions on others, and yet you are in a good mood when you get a pat on the head. That's what I am now.

　Shame. This is a definite shame. If I could, I'd choke myself right now. But I can't do that either. I've accepted his trust.

　Vesterine has a hunch. Even if I turn my back on him and run away, he will not blame me. He wouldn't even yell at her to stop screwing around.

　Yeah, that's why. We can't retreat here. We've got to get through this. I'm not gonna let that happen.

　As if speaking for herself, Vestalinu swung her battle axe to clear the way. Then, looking at the guards, she said.

"Stand down. I will kill and rob if I have to, but if I don't, I don't like it much.

　A few of the guards' faces twisted as they heard his final words. They looked as if they had just heard a strange word, rather than being confused by it.

　The words of such a powerful and threatening being are usually coarse or full of madness. Flesh and blood can do that to a person.

　But Vestalinu's words are different. It even has a noble ring to it, unbecoming of a battlefield. That's why the guards were confused.

　They had heard that a few foolish night thieves had infiltrated the jail, so they had increased the security at each location. So I thought that they would retreat as soon as they saw our numbers, and I never expected that I would actually see blood.

　But this woman. If this intruder is not a thief, but a nobleman, then this is not just looting, but a raid with a clear purpose. The moment such a delusion entered the brain of the guards.

"I'll tell you one more time. Stand down--stand down. I'll cut your head off!

　Vestalinu stepped forward with a sharp glint in his eye and a battle axe on his shoulder. Her noble speech turned tyrannical, as if something had affected her. A distinctive sword swung at his waist.

　The words crushed the cold guts of the guards, forcing them to retreat a step.