An Old Country Bumpkin Secures Victory

“Surena!”

What came into view as I was forced to stop moving was the highest-ranked Black-Rank adventurer who had accompanied us on this training mission.

Somehow, she’d climbed up there and was attacking from far above Zeno Grayble, driving both blades into its eyes.

With a wet slither.

Perhaps her twin swords had interfered somehow, because the feel of my longsword changed. It seemed I could pull it free now. Thank goodness.

“G... Grr... gah...!”

“...You’re stubborn...!”

Even with a sword driven through its mouth and throat, and both eyes pierced, Zeno Grayble still hadn’t died.

In that case, the best thing to do was pull my sword out and finish it off.

“Hyaaah!”...