“Uu…”
While covering the wound in the right hand I stabbed before, I fend off attacks from the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ with the knife in my left hand.
Unfortunately, I can’t even get close to it. When I try to go over a certain distance, the density of the attacks goes up sharply.
But when I go back, root attacks come at me intermittently and with a bad timing from the cover of the petals.
“…It really is terrible timing.”
I somehow manage to deal with each attack, and the roots themselves are taking damage quickly, because they’re being cut by the purifying light.
But on the other hand, that’s also all I can do in this situation.
I try to use my right hand to heal with potions, or take out and use scrolls, but it all gets interrupted by an attack at the exact worst timing.
Is it toying with me? No, is it just trying to tire me out?
As I think about this, the amount of petals flying around suddenly increases, and at the same time so does the frequency of the attacks from the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’.
Even though the distance between us stayed the same.
I peek up, and see the ceiling is turning into a field of flowers in full bloom.
This is bad.
I’m starting to run out of breath.
At this point, I can confidently say that without the shaman’s combat experience, I wouldn’t even be able to handle these attacks, and would have been defeated instantly.
I’m half fending off these roots on pure instinct.
“You seem to be having trouble, Master Rust. Would everything not go well for you if you simply stopped being so stubborn and accepted me?”
Says the ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ with its rough voice, as it sees me struggle.
“Sorry, but… No!”
I’m at my limit defending myself, but I still respond and say no.
“Good grief, what are you dissatisfied with? You can continue the research you have been doing for so long, and it comes with a beautiful woman, although she is rather tattered at the moment. But you can heal her right away with one of your potions, can’t you Master Rust? And she is none other than a princess. You only have to get some people out of the way, and you can even become king. You will have all the power you want. Master Rust, your faith in god (server) isn’t even at all deep.”
The ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ goes on and on with its rough voice.
“Ah… Is there another woman in your heart? Oh dear. Who could it be? My heart is big, so I can allow you to have two or three concubines.”
The ‘Third Seat of Immorality’ suddenly sounds amused for some reason.
“So, who is it? Lady Kalin? An illicit love affair with your boss? Are you charmed by the gap between her adorable appearance and the super strength from the giant race? Ah, could it be Miss Ahri? You two talk a lot about all sorts of things. Was your heart taken by a beautiful troubled girl? Miss Roa is a dark horse, but she could be it as well. Someone who loves tsundere wouldn’t be able to resist her. Or could it be…”
“Oh shut up already!”
I yell, and that uses up my last breath.
Many roots jump out from the ground, like they were waiting for this opening.
They creak around and wrap around my legs.
A root starts wrapping around my body and slithers all the way to my back, ripping away the shoulder strap of my backpack and taking it away.
Another root smacks my left hand and sends my knife flying.
The knife spins as it flies away from me, and the purifying light slowly dissipates.
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