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Chapter 18

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Bijo to Kenja to Magin no Ken - Chapter 18

So that we sitting ducks to not become prey, Clive is subtly emitting waves of pressure while pulling away from our group. The five Ogres, not having been generously blessed with intelligence, are slowed down by this stimulus. Their focus is now on Clive and their pace has slowed down to a walk.

Clive's measured vector comes toward an end as the Ogres begin to encircle him.

Clive is surrounded.

Despite his large size, the surrounding Ogres obscure his figure from our view.

“Clive, don't overdo it!”

I call to Clive in a hurry.

If he gets carried away with his conviction to protect us, the result for all of us will certainly be death.

“--It's okay. Please leave it to me.”

Clive is maneuvering to further the distance from us. I will continue to keep measure of the distance between us.

“Kei, Clive is in danger as it is.”

Grace, still Bound, succeeds in voicing warning.

I said while looking at Grace,

“-----It's eight minutes. In eight minutes, our Bind will be released. If you can hold up until then--”

Sylvia is also worried about Clive.

I can't help my fellows who are in immediate danger.

Alone, Clive struggles to save himself and save us three.

At this time, one Ogre releases a roar while raising his massive club in attack.

Clive solidly readies his shield to receive the attack, but the blow remains heavy.

Clive, who was not phased by the attacks of a flock of gargoyles, was phased by a single blow.

Instantly from the opposite direction, an Ogre's club strikes another blow.

Clive loses his posture but catches the attack with a shield and pushes it back.

--Each blow to his Plate Steel Shield results in another dent.

Watching this scene, my forehead exudes cold sweat.

Seven minutes left--

Clive avoids frontal attacks with backsteps.

Immediately after, he parries attacks from the left and right with his shield and sword.

To return to a state of vigilance after each phasing blow requires an unfathomable mental fortitude.

The Ogre's encirclement is growing tighter.

If left as it is, he could become subject to concentrated attacks.

An attack flew from the left of Clive.

Clive pivoted and took it with his shield, but the Ogre followed up with an attack from its left hand.

This time, Clive could not intercept the attack and was struck on his thinly armored right shoulder.

Clive keeps his posture but an attack connects with his left gluteus.

“Clive!”

Sylvia reflexively screams.

Clive rolls on the ground after receiving the Ogre's siege, but stands up.

...A single shot from the cudgel had connected with his rump, but that blow activated Magic Wall and its damage was blocked.

However, the thinly armored right shoulder which had been attacked has a hanging right arm; it appears to have been damaged.

Six minutes left--

Clive swings his drooping right arm to bring it to the front, attacking the Ogre that was at his front.

The Ogre is hit in the hand and the cudgel is dropped to the ground.

The Ogre lets out a roar loud enough to hurt my ears.

I implore Clive, “Clive, use the pillars well!”

Clive did not immediately respond, perhaps because he was concentrating on the Ogres, but he moved toward the pillar.

An Ogre leaps toward from his right, but Clive avoids the Ogre by jumping beside the pillar.

--And at that moment another attack comes from the left!

Clive takes it firmly with his shield but he couldn't kill the momentum and fell right behind him.

Like horseback riders with jousting spearmen, the Ogre and Clive ran toward each other.

Clive pierced the Ogre's belly with his sword.

It pierced deeply.

Clive's sword was held hostage by an Ogre's belly.

The Ogre prepares to swing.

What a mess.

“Clive, run away!”

I scream, unintentionally.

The Ogre swings his cudgel and slams into Clive's readied shield.

The momentum is transferred, Clive's grip on his sword remains steadfast, and the blade is pulled from the Ogre's belly.

The joust deathmatch with the Ogre has been escaped.

But behind him there is another Ogre, he receives a blow from its club, and he loses his balance and his sword.

It will take some time for Bind to cancel.

At this rate, Clive's outlook is grim.

The Ogre which was stabbed in the stomach seems to have died.

There are four remaining, but with the current attack, Clive's White Long Sword has been dropped to the ground.

Furthermore, he was hit hard on his face, chest, and back.

There are five minutes left.

I look at Clive's HP. It is just above half.

Nevertheless, Clive is valiantly placing himself in close proximity to the Ogres.

If he is too far from them, the effectiveness of his Provocation diminishes.

If the effect becomes more diminished, then the chances that the Ogres retarget myself, Sylvia, and Grace increases.

This is the reason why Clive has chosen to stay so dangerously close to the Ogres and the reason that he has received so much damage.

Grace observes Clive's movements with a grim expression.

Silvia is also looking silently, but is shaking uncontrollably.

Clive places himself before two simultaneously attacking Ogres.

Clive receives one with a shield and the other with his right arm.

“Gah”

Unexpectedly, a voice of pain leaks out of Clive.

There must be considerable damage to the right arm.

After that, another one starts hitting the body.

Perhaps the blow was unavoidable; Clive tumbles to the ground with significant momentum.

When I saw it, I told him as calmly as possible,

“----Clive, listen carefully. Use the Return magic circle. Please call for support.”

Sylvia, who heard the remark, opens her eyes and looks at me.

I made a look that I wanted to say something for a moment, but I thought about what would happen if I said it, and I didn't say anything after all – I can't say it.

Grace, on the other hand, maintained a cool expression.

--Her eyes would tell you to trust in me.

But Clive made it clear that he rejected my opinion:

“Kei-san tells me to leave a group and run away.”

“Clive, I ask if you understood me.”

“No. It's no good for me. Then I'd have “not moved forward” even one step from that time--.”

“---------------”

We have less than four minutes left.

Clive lets out a big shout.

He raises his shield toward an incoming ramming Ogre.

I didn't expect it to happen, but the Ogre's club ends up sent to the ground with surprising momentum.

The Ogre's focus was swaying from him, and Clive let out another Provocation.

The Ogre's focus was back on himself.

This new Provocation went far to draw their ire, and Ogres attacked with their clubs from both his left and his right.

Clive tries to stop it with a shield, but he can't stop all of it.

One of the clubs hits his belly, and Clive's body bent over his face.

The fourth Ogre's club swings in and delivers a solid blow to Clive's head.

“Clive!!”

Sylvia's heartbroken cry resounds.

Clive, who received a blow to the head, collapses.

He's bleeding from his head.

His remaining Health Points are few.

Clive tries to stand up but loses his balance. Perhaps inadvertently, he narrowly escapes the range of an attack.

- And then, as if affirming that he was done for, the clock slid out from the pocket of Clive's chest.

It dangled from his neck by the thin chain.

His eyes moved to the clock. Clive's movement ceased.

And just a fraction of a second later, Clive's movements redoubled.

He immediately and forcefully stood up.

Four Ogres slowly approached Clive.

In a desperate moment, I said, staring at the clock on Clive's neck,

“Clive-This is your win. Take your important vow. What I'd said earlier was wrong.”

--Only three minutes left.

“--I ask for you to protect us a little more!”

Clive looks back at me after my peculiar and disjointed remarks.

Grace and Sylvia look upon me similarly.

The “long hand of the clock” pointed to zero, and a pale light which released from the watch wrapped Clive.

“This is-- it's-- it's a good thing.”

Activated by the “contact” of the long needle, he was granted Elder Heal.

It was wrapping Clive.

Clive's HP was recovering to seventy percent at once.

“Reserve Healing-----!”

Perhaps surprised, Grace shouted.

Just before I had entered the hall, I'd looked at Clive's watch and came up with something.

I'd stopped Clive and put it in his “clock”.

It was a contact-activation spell which was charged to the long hand of the clock and the point at which the tip of that long hand would contact when it turned to the top of its rotation.

Upon contact, the long needle of the watch was to activate Elder Heal.

The only thing I was worried about whether our Binding made the charged magic no longer usable.

It was thought that the magic would not be activated because of it, so I became bearish and encouraged Clive to run away.

But Clive managed to hold on during this time, with all of the patience in the world.

As a result of his disregarding my advice and staying steadfast in role as a “Tanker”, our heavy swordsman Clive will have saved everyone.

I speak to Clive.

“--Clive, don't let your guard down.

Less than three minutes remaining and Bind will let go.

Take a certain distance and keep hiding behind the pillars.”

“Understood.”

Clive is cautious, but this time he is conscious of the shadows of the pillars.

When the pillar is in front, the Ogre squadron's formation is disturbed, and one or two of them will protrude.

With this pattern, Clive was able to Shield from the blows as Bind's effects continue.

Time passes gradually.

At last, Clive's protection bore its fruit.

Green light illuminates the whole area of the room at the moment.

Slow, Weakness, Reduced Defense, Reduced Magic Defense – many debuffs directed at the Ogres.

The low Magic Resistance of the Ogres affects all of the magic.

“-----Clive, thanks for protecting me.

Leave the rest to me; stand aside.”

Sylvia is in anger; she'd just watched her childhood friend driven in while having been unable to take any supportive action.

A gained appreciation for measured response bears no effect on the current state of Sylvia's mind.

She roars.

“I shall burn them all to ashes!”

Disregarding my instruction, Sylvia moves ahead.

Sylvia surrounds the Ogres with a Rock Wall.

They cannot escape.

She laughed evilly when she saw it, raised her Staff of Tan high, and mustered all of the magical power that she could hold at once.

Shortly after, the inside of the Rock Wall became a burning pot of hell.

It is Sylvia's advanced fire magic, Inferno, which ruthlessly burned it all down.

The flames of Sylvia's Inferno are getting smaller.

The temperature of the incinerated area gradually subsides.

When the Rock Wall disappears, there remains no appearance of an Ogre.

Perhaps Sylvia has exhausted her magical power, and sits down with a momentum and looseness which cause a “petan” sound.

Clive does not yet feel completion.

“-Thank you, Kei.

I'd intended to protect you, but you saved me.”

Clive picks up his sword and sys to me, “I'm going to drop it.”

“No, I don't think so. Clive protected everyone. I'm the one who appreciates it.”

I say that, reach out to Clive, and we shake hands firmly.

The four of us are ready to get going.

We decide as a team to use our Return scrolls.

Clive and Sylvia use their scrolls to return to the surface.

I make sure that only Grace was there and told her,

“--Grace, I'm glad I was able to get out of the pinch.

Unfortunately, that's all there was to it.”

“--Yes.”

Grace must have understood what I was trying to talk about.

My nervousness was showing clearly on my face.

“That's what I was talking about. The Black Magus isn't a barbarian.

It's a demon.”

Grace unwittingly gripped her sword firmly.

 

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[end of chapter 18]





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