The Author's POV

—Spurt!

Retrieving my sword back from the corpse of a demon, I icily looked towards the distance.

About half a day had passed since the start of the second wave and as of now, the situation was under control.

Although the first line of defense had been breached multiple times, I, alongside Hein, Ava, and Leopold, had done an excellent job at keeping the demons from breaching the second line.

Of course, we weren't the only ones standing in the second line of defense, but judging from the body count alone, we were some of the few individuals that had made the most contributions. This was mainly due to the fact that the powerful individuals had not made a move yet.

Spi Sli—!

Slashing the sword down to get rid of the blood coating it, I turned to face the others.

"You guys doing alright?"

—Clang!

Blocking an incoming attack, Hein let out a muffled groan before finally stabilizing his footing. Turning his head, he forced a smile.

"Khh...Yeah, though I'm a bit tired."

Raising my hand, I pointed towards my wrist, or more specifically, towards my bracelet.

"Drink a potion then. It'll help out."

"...Right, I almost forgot about that."

"You what?"

His answer made me shake my head.

Perhaps it was because he was too excited, but it seemed as though Hein completely forgot about the fact that potions existed.

"Tell the others to cover for you while you drink a potion."

"Oka—Huk!"

But just before Hein could take out a potion, a demon shot explosively towards him, and a whistling sound arose. Soon the demon violently clashed against Hein's shield.

—Bang!

Fortunately, Hein was quick to react. Even though he had been distracted the moment the demon attacked, angling his shield right in front of his shoulder, he nudged it slightly and cushioned the attack of the demon. Sparks flew, and Hein proudly remained standing on the same spot as before.

Unmoving.

"..."

Silently staring at Hein from behind, I was impressed by his performance. Not only him but Ava and Leopold's performances deeply impressed me. In fact, they were doing so well that all together, they had accumulated quite a substantial amount of kills.

Quite a few more than me who was a whole rank higher than them.

Well, this was to be expected. After all, I wasn't fighting at my fullest abilities. My body count would've been way higher if I had been using the Keiki style.

On another note, I was also improving as the fight continued. The more I got used to this new fighting style, the faster I started killing the demons. If before it took me a minute to get rid of a ranked demon, it only took half of the time now.

Slowly but surely, everyone was improving.

"Hm?"

Sensing something, I looked towards my right.

Sure enough, a demon was quickly headed in my direction. Before long, it appeared a couple of meters away from me.

"Hieeek!"

Sinisterly opening its mouth, the demon let out a screech and viciously slashed in my direction.

WIIIIIING!

Staring at the incoming attack, I was completely unfazed. Raising my sword and thrusting it forward, the green hue enveloping my sword expanded and contracted rapidly.

Shuop—!

What came as a result of this was a subtle suction force that altered the direction of the demon's attack. An instant later, gently tapping on the ground with my foot, the ground cracked apart with a 'bang,' and I appeared only a few centimeters away from the demon.

which I moved was so fast that the demon could not react in time. Raising my sword, I slashed

Spurt—!

the demon quietly rolled in front of me. Wiping

"That's another one down."

just as my

VUAAAAM—!

that a grim

towards the distance, a black humanoid figure stood in the air with its wings wide open. The moment the humanoid figure appeared, I

the humanoid figure, the moon shone brightly, enveloping

battlefield soon came at a standstill and everyone turned their attention towards the

—Splurt!

the demon I killed before, unprecedented

commander of the second wave finally showed

***

before the humanoid figure

"What do you think?"

men were looking at the battle ensuing outside of the walls from a small room. One of them had his hands interlocked behind his back; he was the

behind the old man with his arms crossed. He was none other than Waylan Roshfield, Emma's father. Similarly, staring at the battle from

he pinched slightly. The video that was playing before them zoomed, and a couple of figures appeared on the screen. More precisely, they were the images of two youths and an adult who supported them from behind. The adult would

to do. The way the three of them coordinated with each other deeply impressed Waylan

"They're good."

his arms and looked at Douglas, who was wordlessly staring at the same screen. The

Waylan started making

back seems very experienced. Judging from how he can make the right calls

that the man helping

ones, but the timing

the video soon focused on

two youths seem to be extremely talented, especially the

Waylan's brows furrowed tightly.

wrong, she's controlling four beasts…that's almost

a beast tamer could only control one

the

occasions, some could tame two, but even then, they were extremely expensive to take care of, and most of the time, they weren't a class that people

more than one animal. If they could control more than two beasts, things would be

perhaps the

he noticed the

the beasts would move.

face as he focused his whole attention on

interesting. To think that there was something like

now, but the more he

The flute could very well

his head and looking

do you

at the screen, Waylan did not answer

attention was fully focused on a particular youth on the screen. He was neither the girl nor boy that Waylan was looking at but someone else.

away from them, he skilfully dealt with the demons that were coming

"?"

around and looking toward where Douglas was looking, Waylan had a sudden

so you're interested in

his beard,

"You know him?"

"I've met him before."

with a

"Oh?"

raised, and his interest

to face Waylan,

tell me

at Douglas, Waylan leaned back and nodded

when I was walking down the streets. He

himself, but judging from how indifferent Douglas was Waylan knew that he had not fooled

that tavern since he wasn't allowed to get drunk. After all, they couldn't allow themselves to

slipped up, Waylan

what makes you

head, Douglas's brows knit for

his beard, he

"...He seems familiar."

"Familiar?"

time it was Waylan's

realized that this