Chapter 302: Encounter on the Battlefield, and Fighting the Dragon (2)

The dragon stepped on the bellows, and a gap was made.

“Now!”

With my order Nadja and them turned back and retreated at once.

“Run! Retreat!”

The other Dules who seemed able to run who heard Nadja’s voice too hugged or dragged the Dules who did not seem able to run and left the spot.

Elmegaldo was held by Nadja and Lily too.

Both dutiful.

Now returned the gaze directed back for an instant to the original.

The dragon was raising its neck and glaring at me.

No looked like glaring.

The expression completely unreadable, but felt like angry by atmosphere.

Well something like well let the prey escape!

Probably against the dragon the bastard sword would not hold.

Earlier received the dragon’s left front foot with the greatsword Destroyer without thinking anything, but because received completely usable, probably.

I because supporting the greatsword Destroyer with the right hand dropped on the ground, did not pick up the bastard sword, and gripped the handle of the greatsword Destroyer with both hands.

Then when reposing the dragon lowered its neck toward me and raised a roar.

Felt heat to the degree thinking burning, and a gust smelling of sulfur blew wildly.

I bent my body so as not to be blown and braced with both feet.

When the gust stopped in front of the eyes was the snout of the dragon with eyes open.

I who swung up the greatsword Destroyer as if a chance hit one blow on the dragon’s nose.

The dragon raised a roar like a scream different from until earlier, then raised its head.

The nose seemed cut, but no appearance of blood-like coming out.

When I posed the greatsword Destroyer again the dragon closed its mouth and puffed its cheeks.

Because smoke coming out from the edge of the mouth probably would spit fire like burning the Dule unit.

I to discern that instant concentrated on the dragon’s mouth while posing the greatsword Destroyer.

After glaring for a while the dragon opened its mouth and lowered its neck.

At that moment I jumped aside horizontally from the spot.

The fire grazed me.

The hair a little burned, maybe.

But could not remain on the spot jumped aside.

The dragon directed its head this way while spitting fire.

I entered the dragon’s bosom as is.

But there the dragon’s right foot was swung down.

How skillful.

From the front the dragon’s right foot, from the back the dragon’s head approaching while spitting fire so I entered under the dragon’s neck.

Maybe here was a blind spot?

The dragon that finished spitting fire apparently the neck short to put the head in its own chest, and did not chase this far.

But still not seeming to give up, lowered the neck to the ground and tried to crush me.

I avoided that, and instead stabbed the greatsword Destroyer into the dragon’s neck.

Put in force and pushed deep until the guard hit.

Midway whether penetrated entered smoothly.

The dragon once stopped that movement, then raised a large roar incomparable to until now.

Then swung the head wildly.

I gripped the handle of the greatsword Destroyer still stabbed in the dragon’s neck with both hands, used the dragon’s neck as a foothold, and endured that while bracing.

(Master!)

At that time Muriel’s voice echoed in the head.

(Are you safe!)

(A-ah.)

Safe if saying safe, but not such a situation.

One more hand, if something thought could finish.

(Master, please listen well. Dragons cannot even injure with ordinary weapons. Therefore will throw a sword effective on dragons from the Dragon Fang mercenary group that way. Please receive that.)

Eh?

Throw?

No, being swung wildly though.

(Birga says she can.)

I see, Birga could.

In this situation my head not working properly, accepted as said.

(Going!)

This time Birga’s voice was heard.

Together with that clear something heading this way at quite a speed.

I “saw” that and stretched the right hand released from the handle of the greatsword Destroyer.

That flew into the range my hand reached.

Grabbed that handle.

Looking at the weapon in hand no blade, the tip sharply pointed.

The length about the same as my height.

Truly a weapon specialized in piercing.

I timed when the dragon tired and the movement became slow, rode on the dragon’s head, and stabbed that sword from above the head.

The dragon’s death throes echoed.

But bad at the end, the dragon fluttered up into the sky while riding me on the head.

Even crushing the head still able to do such.

Pierced the thick clouds made by the fireball, when reaching altitude to the degree breathing hard the dragon whether exhausted became motionless and fell upside down.

Of course I fell too.

In the head tragic voices calling me echoed.

But I for some reason was calm.

Of course no intention of mutual death with the dragon.

And no way able to fly.

Now what to do.

To soften the impact even a little…

I kicked the dragon and jumped up at the place a little more to the ground.

But could not reduce the momentum much.

“Grab!!”

At the place thinking crash as is a hand was extended.

Floche who was with Melchior was flying falling beside me.

I gripped Floche’s both hands.

At the same time felt a floating sensation.

Floche opened the wings on the back large and applied a sudden brake.

“Gugigi…”

Floche clenched her teeth.

The falling speed reduced considerably.

“Kyaa!”

When thinking already fine with Floche’s scream began crashing again.

Looking Floche’s right wing bent and was fluttering in the wind.

Broke!

“Ku, s-sorry…”

Floche apologized to me while looking regretful.

“Fine.”

If decelerated this far no problem, probably.

I pulled Floche’s hand and held, and braced at the same time as the feet touched the ground.

A little the feet sank into the ground, but properly landed.

…A little the feet hurt though.

Slowly lowered Floche to the ground.

“Thank you.”

Floche was looking at me blinking her eyes.

“N-no, you are welcome…”

Then seemed to answer reflexively to my thanks.

“Master!”

Muriel and them were running toward this way.

All seemed to have tears floating in their eyes.

I waved my hand too.

Looking around beside me the dragon that had died was lying.

Then the soldiers finally seemed able to move, and were fighting the following iron doll golems.

“Therefore these guys are bad! Saying will protect me yet again could do nothing!”

Elmegaldo raised an angry voice.

After defeating the dragon we had returned to the place before the opening of war as if restarting.

The over a thousand Dules became only eight people, and moreover the number who could fight was almost zero (only Elmegaldo) so the Dule unit was dissolved.

Therefore Nadja and Lily, Elmegaldo entered under my command, but…

“Hey! Listening!? Hiroyuki! …sama…”

Whether Elmegaldo felt Muriel’s killing intent after calling my name casually hurriedly attached “sama”.

I was treating Nadja and Lily, but after that standing akimbo and noisily appealing to me.

That content was unbearable to hear, but I was still enduring.

Until hearing a certain word.

“I got injured too! Look! Understand!? Here cut!”

Glancing looking a red line on the arm.

But already the blood stopped, and probably not even reaching the muscle let alone the bone.

As evidence that injured arm too using and shouting with gestures.

“That Nadja stopped with her body. Thanks to that Nadja’s left hand became unusable…”

Lily talked to me in a small voice bosotto.

“Fuu, I see.”

About time had to do something.

Well Muriel and them enduring too.

No probably too tired to even feel like getting angry.

Though escaped from the panic state by the dragon’s roar since returning here no energy.

Always energetic Lilli the same too.