She Who Became Immortal

For example, if a large dump truck were to be ejected from a catapult and continue to sprint at a speed of 130 kilometers per hour, perhaps it would be something like this.

Watching Lion King Randall, who let out an incredible roar, start running, I thought that. It was even more fierce and explosive than when attacking Spade Castle. Just like a runaway dump truck kicking up dust, dust danced in Randall's wake as he dashed forward.

"Alright, let's chase after and watch! Katarina and Kirina, stay here. Maya, protect the two of them. Serena, do as you please..."

As Junos naturally lifted me up, Maya, Serena, Katarina, Kirina, and the beastfolk who followed the Beast King all seemed dumbfounded and lost. It seemed they were shocked by the Beast King's shout and dash.

In Junos's arms, I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"...Phew, I was going to say do as you like, but if standing around dumbfounded is what you all enjoy, then I won't stop you."

"You really are..."

The fox spirit Serena, with six tails swaying, was about to say something but stopped. Then, with a wry smile, she stood next to Junos and for some reason patted my head.

Surely, she had done the same to Kirina, giving a gentle touch that suggested that.

"I shall go as well. And it seems the Beast King's subordinates are doing the same."

As Junos responded, the beastfolk who followed the Beast King were visible to the one being carried. The unbelievably cute, Euphemia Grimwood, seemed to have ignited their souls. Truly, it was a troublesome matter that shone not only in appearance but also in behavior.

Though it may sound like that, Serena, the beastfolk, and I all have our own feelings deep in our hearts. It was just something that slightly stimulated them. And it wasn't a calculated move, but just happened to be the result.

"Well then, let's chase after the charging Beast King."

It was a curious battlefield observation. Our destination was beyond the swirling dust clouds.

 

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Like Moses parting the sea, Randall plowed straight through the grassland, knocking away his beastfolk subordinates, ultimately forming a straight path.

It was as if a truly out-of-control dump truck plowing through people advanced, Randall bulldozed through his subordinates while heading straight ahead.

As evidenced by the numerous victims of this traffic accident lying on the grassland, we were able to run straight through the middle of the battlefield. Of course, I wasn't running, but still.

The Beast King's dash was a serious, full-powered sprint, as despite running at a considerable speed, we couldn't catch up. While the Beast King moved forward, knocking beastfolk aside, we ran through the vacant straight path created as a result.

I suddenly remembered not taunting Lex Asuka.

I thought.

It wasn't that I had to say it, but the desire to say it wasn't completely absent. However, considering we were in a hurry, it wasn’t really necessary to say such things at that moment.

Even though I wanted to say it.

Is that all part of Lex's calculation...?

For example, the elephantine beastfolk who seemed to have been fighting at the forefront, I think his name was Nellest or something. Was his gaping mouth by the "path" created by the Beast King all according to Lex's plan? There's no point in thinking about it.

Regardless of friend or foe, everyone had the same expression.

That's how intense the Beast King's rampage was.

Honestly, it was absurd to be in the middle of a war.

I hit Junos's chest, who was carrying me, to stop him from running, and smiled at Nellest, who was staring blankly at us.

"Hey hey, this isn't the time to be standing around in a daze, is it? What are you doing? You're supposed to be fighting, right? Feel free to continue. Well, since the path is clear, we'll go watch without hesitation."

And then, I patted Junos's chest again.

Experiencing Junos's superhuman agility while being carried like this made me think how absurd it was. With each step he took, he probably covered more than ten meters. And the same for the next step. It might not even take five seconds to cover a hundred meters.

Amazed once again by the strangeness of magical power, I finally caught up.

Beast King Randall Kruger VS "Anti-Lion Alliance".

Surrounded by a dozen or more werewolf beastfolk, the Lion King was going wild.

 

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At the forefront, even deeper.

Such expressions may be nothing more than wordplay, but it was likely that where the beastman Nellest was fighting, it was the forefront of the Beast King's army.

And here, where Randall was rampaging, wielding that infamous 'claw' and mass producing the corpses of werewolfmen - this place was where Garland Kruger had died.

The Beast King wielded his 'claw.'

A magical 'claw strike' formed in space, dispersing the enemy beastmen that it touched with a rather dull, watery sound.

On the Beast King's back were two corpses and several beastmen.

The enemy side were werewolfmen - strictly speaking, I couldn't discern it, but at a glance, they seemed to be composed only of werewolf beastmen with features that somewhat resembled humans like the Zamba Broad or the Gyalan...Gyalan and raccoon-like creatures, while the beastmen on Randall's back, led by his son Brandon, were a variety of lions, boars, and more, rich in variety, but not a single one looked dog-like.

The corpses were Garland Kruger and another, a snake person...what was his name again, who was in a position like a close aide to Randall? Probably, something like that.

Both of them had a hole in their chests, and a large amount of blood was spilled on the ground.

Clearly, they were dead...lifeless bodies.

"Hey hey, what a terrible sight. You came to watch, Brandon Kruger."

Casually addressing him, the Brandon and the others who were captivated by the Lion King's ferocity turned their gaze towards here with a surprise akin to a student caught daydreaming during class by the teacher.

"Euphemia -- !? I see, if your old man came here, can you come too?"

"Sooner than you expected, huh?"

Smiling and winking. Of course, Brandon didn't respond.

"You were supposed to head towards Spade. It's too early...no, was this all according to Asuka's plan...?"

"Why don't you know that?"

"Oh, come on," he sighed and asked to be let down from Junos' arm.

While doing that, Randall was still rampaging, and the werewolfmen within sight were all turned into fragments and scattered on the ground.

There wasn't a single intact corpse.

Except for Garland and Oren, who had holes in their chests.

"I've been told that knowing too much would be unnatural. I agreed with that, and above all, I trust Asuka. What happened with Spade?"

"It seems like it's going to take three days and nights just to talk about that. Do you want to hear it? I'll tell you in detail from the start of the journey, but if you want to hear it, I'll tell you."

If it was implied that he didn't intend to speak, Brandon made a somewhat subtle face and then returned his gaze to the Beast King.

Randall still hadn't let down his guard.

"Let's save that topic for later. We have a special guest here."

Beyond the plain filled with scattered meat chunks.

Far in the distance, there was a lineup of the Rebel Lion Corps' headquarters or main force, lined up in rows. It seemed that they were not yet at the stage of deploying their numbers.

Closer than that, about a hundred meters from Randall. A group of about ten people was slowly approaching.

"Personnel for countering the Lion King, perhaps."

Junos murmured quietly.

Serena, standing next to him, also nodded.

"'She' is not mixed in there...but the atmosphere they exude is different from the riffraff there. They are undoubtedly more powerful than the werewolfmen who attacked the orc village...roughly ten of them."

"Hmm..."

I had no idea how strong each of them was.

But well, those who seemed confident in their atmosphere were slowly approaching, and visually, it didn't seem bad at all.

"By the way, why is Garland dead?"

Since there was still a bit of time, I directed the question to Brandon.

The handsome lion beastman raised his eyebrows at me, seemingly annoyed, but if that was the case, it was simply a matter of cutely tilting my head. I am Euphemia Grimwood, after all.

Brandon made a very displeased face, but after a few seconds of tilting his head, he reluctantly answered.

"Garland went too far forward. I've been saying from the start that we should create a certain level of equilibrium. We didn't know the Rebel Lion Corps' strength, and we weren't informed of Asuka's plan. If we could buy some time, my old man would surely return."

In reality, that time was narrowly missed.

If they had managed to survive a little longer, there was a high probability that Randall would have stormed in and everything would have been fine. That was quite likely.

For now...let's not consider 'coincidence' here. Based on that, thinking it through, it wasn't all that surprising.

Alright, let's just nod at that.

"So, what do we do?"

Junos asked directly, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword. Serena was also opening a fan she had taken out from somewhere. Did she have something like that with her?

Well, that didn't matter.

"Do nothing," I said. Junos nodded normally, and Serena seemed a little dissatisfied.

While they were doing that, the beastmen under the Beast King's command, who were slightly delayed due to speed, began to gather in droves.

Numerically, we were clearly at an advantage now.

But with one word from the Beast King, that advantage disappeared.

"Don't interfere, all of you. That includes you, Brandon."

It wasn't a shout.

It wasn't even loud.

In fact, it was more of a muttered whisper.

And yet - it was clear.

"They are my guests. My enemies. My toys. My battlefield."