From the one side of that unfurled cloth, Groovy flicked the magic crystal embedded in his throat, and hit Eugard with a surging roar that rumbled the very atmosphere.
From an unseeable position, with an onslaught equivalent to sound itself, it was a surprise attack that was impossible to dodge.
But, against that sound, Eugard displayed the true ability of the Fiend Sword.
――“To get to the point”, there existed such a saying.
It meant to get down to the heart of a matter, but in all things there was an appropriate “point”. No matter the object or phenomenon, or even concept, there existed a “point” that signified its essence.
The Fiend Sword Murasame, was an Enchanted Sword that bisected that perceived “point”.
Murasame hated Groovy, who had melted it down, and reforged it in the past, so in order to prevent his outstanding sense of smell from sniffing it out, it cut the point of its “scent”.
Since then, it has become impossible for anybody to pursue the Fiend Sword Murasame by scent.
And here, Murasame had cut the surging roar that Groovy had unleashed.
Groovy’s eardrums heard the sound of the magic crystal embedded in his throat shattering, and the moment he realized that, the slash of the sword was about to cleave Groovy in twain――,
Groovy: [――――]
A sudden gust of wind had saved the life that should have been severed.
???: [Deary me, that was a real close call. I was just takin’ a stroll and happened ta save yer life, fella.]
With the Curse Tools he had sent forth for an emergency evacuation having all been made powerless, Groovy’s life had been on the verge of eradication; carrying him, the tall figure who had unexpectedly appeared spoke in a laid-back tone.
Groovy was surprised by that sudden interloper, but Eugard could not conceal his shock either.
Not only had he interrupted this fierce battle, but his presence drawing closer had not even been felt until this moment.
Groovy: [Bashturd…]
???: [Ah, pushin’ yerself ain’t no good. It was the technique that got cut, but the effect is goin’ all the way ta yer voice. If ya try force yerself ta speak, you’ll never speak again.]
Responding to Groovy’s voice, which sounded like it was clotted with blood, the person who had perfectly ascertained what had happened―― the wolfman with black fur, let Groovy down.
