Tentacle Monster Reincarnation: I Will Protect the Heroines

Cut.

Cut cut cut.

Cut cut cut fall cut stand cut go forward cut forward forward forward cut cut cut cut cut!

There is no time to fight in this kind of place, with that one heart Leas swings the holy sword and goes forward.

The enemy’s numbers are many? Transformation sealed? Normally already checkmate here?

(Don’t screw around, falling in this kind of place cannot possibly be allowed.)

Therefore with a trained body and polished technique, and spirit and guts and justice, for Atel Octo, for him, Leas overturns all disadvantage... forward, forward, goes forward!

She strikes and cuts a wolf flying in from the front, lets flow a hawk trying to pierce the top of the head from overhead, cuts down a gorilla spreading both hands saying stop, and slowly, slowly, certainly advances forward.

A way of fighting tattered and rough to call a justice transformation heroine, but she cuts absurdity with the power of will.

”Not yet. Not yet...”

And she met the limit.

Certainly the power of will is tremendous. Like scientifically proven under the name placebo effect, a human body exerts power that cannot normally exist with the power of assumption.

If a Calmate human who possesses magical power of light unlike Earth’s humans, even more so. Correct feeling surpasses power a human can originally possess and exerts overwhelming power. She breaks the limit every second and overran with a living body monsters the original last boss should command.

But even that has a limit.

Even if the power of will software were infinite, before that the flesh hardware breaks.

Leas Lott’s cause of defeat is that she could not transform into Sacred.

That is not in the meaning fighting power is insufficient.

Because she herself could not endure the feeling and light she produces.

Wounds from monsters were not fatal wounds.

From awakening brought by the feeling she must end this fight soon to win against monsters, she self-destructed.

”Ridiculous, truly.”

An old man in a child’s figure, Koito, mutters with a face of chewing a bitter bug.

Certainly Alter had deployed many beasts in this place. Otherwise he cannot win, the one who loses is this side. Absolutely do not look down on Sacred Saber.

At first he laughed a cowardly brat, after that nodded excessive fighting power but I understand the feeling of fearing, and now understood it is wrong.

It was an appropriate number. On top of sealing transformation.

Even Koito who is a Magician Diabolic would lose if attacked by several dozen of the Beast King’s subordinates, and he used hundreds, and this appearance, there is nothing to say but what is this.

On top of that Leas was impatient.

I must go under Atel Octo soon, she forced, increased hits, and as a result only lost ninety percent of subordinates. If mental had been perfect she would have finished defeating including Koito.

”Not yet. In this kind of place. I...!”

In fact Leas’s heart has not snapped at all.

Wounds? Fatigue? The body already does not move? So what, there cannot possibly be an option of falling here.

Feeling shines, magical power of light is generated, fills the whole body.

”A. ga, ku... u.”

Like water leaking from a cracked cup, light and blood blew out.

Breaking the limit, trying to awaken, already meaningless. Since the vessel itself receiving power is about to break, even if newly poured it only spills.

What of that.

Does that kind of logic suffice as a reason to give up?

At that state Meldiana let out a small sigh.

”Fall back, Koito. If you do not want to die.”

”Haa? What on earth are you saying, u!?”

A god-speed slash while streaming blood from the whole body cut air.

But not yet.

The vessel itself is broken? The more power poured the more it spills?

(Then... if I always keep pouring... it is only fine.)

In short if she pours power faster than the speed it spills it is only fine.

A body forcibly moved raises a scream past a scream like a death cry, and blood flows from mouth and pupils.

(But. Ah, if I can move, with that, fine...)

I do not want to fall, I still do not want to fall, in this kind of place, I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. With only that feeling she readies a sword.

She does not want to repeat the same mistake, and she wants to save a precious person.

Therefore an option of stopping does not exist. Because Leas Lott is Sacred.

She glares.

At what is before her eyes. At the two blocking the path.

Koito seeps fear on his expression, and Meldiana makes a face as if saying she saw a terribly pitiful thing.

”Good I was saved by Alter-sama, good I have no talent of light, I think from the heart.”

”Don’t screw...!”

Why pity that way. You who betrayed everyone and wounded precious people.

Do not hesitate like April’s time. Defeat in one blow.

Loading anger and killing intent on the blade, she steps in.

”A, gu...!?”

Gogiri.

A sound like something sturdy forcibly snapped rang.

Toward Leas who cannot notice what that is, her leg asserts in the form of intense pain.

The leg abandons the role of supporting weight, and she was slammed to the ground vigorously while swinging the sword up.

Unable to even take a fall, from the face. Consciousness almost flies, but she forcibly keeps it connected.

She supports weight with the left hand to stand, and the left arm snaps making a meki-meki sound. Gushari. She collapses to the ground from the face again.

”Wh... y.”

”Nothing what, natural, Leas. From a situation you can no longer stand, from a state you cannot possibly fight anymore, you forcibly poured power and moved. Rather why did you think no problem?”

Even though the body met the limit and fell, she forcibly moved with the power of will.

From that kind of situation being able to swing a sword as usual even once is itself a miracle.

And a miracle is called a miracle because it does not happen many times.

Therefore this is a natural conclusion. Not a miracle, not from a malicious plot, Leas’s body simply broke following natural physical laws.

Therefore already no winning path exists for Leas Lott.

”What what, finally ended. Kukaka.”

Koito who let out a breath of relief at that state immediately twisted that expression lewdly.

Long silver hair grabbed, her face is forcibly raised.

Seeing Leas twisting her face in pain and humiliation, Koito deepened the joy of his expression.

”What, a bit broken, but what what, that too is fine. Precisely because usual shines, a pathetic figure stirs. Mara rises.”

”Koito.”

”What, that guy also did not say do not use. In the first place at the point of using me knowing my hobby that area is already woven in. Or is that brat a fool who cannot even set that degree of prediction?”

At those words Meldiana twisted her expression hatefully, but letting out a small breath she fell silent just like that.

Because she thought as Koito says.

Even if he said all that kind of act is forbidden, this old man should attack Leas without shame. If he did not want that kind of act done, in the first place Alter is not employing Koito.

Then Koito violating Leas is already woven in, probably.

”But wasteful.”

A thick tongue slimy like a leech. Inserting that tip into Leas’s uniform blouse, while licking around from chest to nape hita-hita, Koito muttered looking truly regrettable from the heart.

Leas almost raised a scream at the feeling crawling bare skin, but without leaking that from her mouth she stoutly glares at Koito.

I will not yield to this kind of thing. But he who twisted his expression as if saying even that gaze is pleasure sighs precisely because of that.

”From the smell apparently untouched, and that is fortunate in misfortune. Serving with hands and mouth, right? To that guy... ah, wasteful.”

”...? What...?”

Eyes that lick around and a tongue that crawls.

While twisting her face at two disgusts Leas put a question in her mouth.

A way of saying as if Leas Lott is used to sexual service.

If this were provocation she could understand, but she cannot sense lie or falsehood in the ring of Koito’s word wasteful. Precisely because of that she does not get it.

”What kind of wondering face are you making. As compensation you are offering your body to the tentacle Vigilante or whatever, right? It came immediately.”

Koito says it as if telling natural logic.

”Guys who become tentacles have strong sexual desire. You are freely manipulating with the body as bait, right? I think a skillful hand, but ah, wasteful wasteful. Though the bottom is new, thinking that guy’s thing is screwed into hands and mouth the precious mara wilts.”

Thinking, breath, stopped.

”However well the looks are arranged, thinking a body that kind of tentacle used up... well a used girl is better in technique. Since a virgin, I will endure and use you.”

There was emotion boiling gutsu-gutsu.

Endure and use? What kind of person does this man think he is.