I Shall Survive Using Potions!

"Don't be ridiculous..."

Caorle had blood on his head.

My setup, and all that talk, was already completely out of my mind.

Soldiers don't care if they die because it's their job, who the hell was he saying?

A spear pierced Francette's chest. Blood erupting from the wound. The moment I saw it, everything blew up. That's what happens when someone you know falls, while you're fine watching so many soldiers fall. It's cash stuff......

That's right. Though I think for myself, I can't help but gush up, this ever-blackening rage.

Pomp Ed's neck.

Needless to put it into words, Ed guessed and broke his knee, unloading the caorle.

Quiet surroundings.

Even though he was accustomed to bathing in return blood, he did not seem accustomed to the head of a friendly soldier bursting suddenly or bathing in its brainplasm.

But only to a small extent has it become quiet. Fighting was still noisy around.

Caorle looking over the sky.

The next moment, a blast blasts over the battlefield.

Is it the work of the goddess or the work of the devil? Or is it the return of great calamity?

That explosion, which shook the entire battlefield, interrupts just about all the fighting.

Caorle produced columns of golden clouds over themselves to show the location of the cause.

And yell out loud.

"Perform a ritual more important than this! You guys just shut up there and stay still! If you want to continue the war, do it later!!

It seems to have arrived there because it is from a small high place, although it is not a very vocal volume that reaches the entire battlefield. And then, it will be conveyed in a message. Anyway, it's going to be outrageous if you turn it against me.

When I checked again with Fransette, it looked fatal but still seemed likely to retain a little. Caorle walking over to Fransette and Roland.

"Yes, now, secure your user..."

Pan!

The head of a senior soldier in the empire who tried to move to secure Caorle blew away.

At the earliest opportunity, no one tries to move.

Caorle stopped about a few meters away and said out loud to Francette, who wet his mouth with blood flowing back from his lungs.

"Knight francette. That appearance of constant endeavor and protection of the master. As a knight, it was a fine lifetime."

Fransette, half-backed by Roland, smiled delightfully and satisfactorily weakly.

"But as a woman, you don't seem like a very fine lifetime,"

More and more facial francettes.

"So make a gift for the next life from me. What would you like? A neat face? Glossy beautiful hair? Slippery, sucking smooth skin? Rich breasts? Come on, what do you choose?

To Caorle's question, Fransette answered, squeezing her voice out of her mouth overflowing with water and blood.

"Chi, I can protect you, I can protect you, I can protect you..."

Caorle said as he walked toward Fransette again.

"... I thought you'd say that. If that's such a stupid wish, fulfill it in this world, not in the afterlife."

Caorle then waves gently into the air and grabs the medicine bottle out of the air with nothing.

Open the lid of the bottle, kneel in and pour its contents into the mouth of the francette.

"Huh..."

A francette that heals completely in a flash and has no voice in surprise.

Caorle glanced at the broken bastard sword rolling at his feet.

"With a sword like this, you don't seem to have enough"

And grabbing it out of the air, a wave of sword.

Made of a special alloy that is hard, unbroken and unbent. The leading edge of the blade becomes the thickness of a single molecule and vibrates at super high speed using the biological current of the person holding the pattern as the power source.

It was a so-called "single-molecular ultra-fast vibrating sword".

Exactly, the heat function weighed itself.

Why can you create a sword?

No, this is not a sword.

When you twist off the tip of the pattern, there is a healing potion inside.

In other words, this is a 'container of potion, shaped like a sword'.

"The drug comes out in the same container as we thought it would be then."

That condition that Caorle made Celes admit in a casual gesture was actually cheesy enough to outnumber the item box.

Fransette receives the sword offered by Caorle with respect.

This sword can't be just a sword.

Everyone around me thought so.

I have to say the name of the sword.

Caorle realized so and panicked. I didn't think of anything like the name of the sword, but this place would have to declare those names, he said.

But all of a sudden, a good name doesn't come to mind.

Speaking of divine swords, Excalibur? No, it's too cheap.

Selected sword, Caliburn? No, it's not much different.

Was there any theory that Caliburn, the king's chosen sword that had been stabbed in the rock, was often confused with Excalibur, but Excalibur had been given by the Lady of the Lake... so Excalibur had rebuilt Caliburn's sword? Reworked, stronger Caliburn, Extra Caliburn, and, uh, so Excalibur?

With that said, Excalibur is worth more sheath than sword... Normally, if I hit the sword, I'd put the thankful function on the sword, not the sheath. That means that the sheath was built separately later...

Originally Excalibur didn't have a sheath? Oh, if you were stabbing me in the rock, I can also convince you that there was no sheath. So, the Excalibur is still originally...

All right, here's from Nordic mythology, in the name of Sigurd's sword, with a name that has been painted on Caliburn and made even more powerful...

"Knight francette. Let me give you the title of Aynhelial, the patron knight of the goddess, and this, Divine Sword Xgram. Clear the way to victory with this sword.

Come on, we're going, Einherial, Saint Knight Francette!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Stand up with the roar, Knight Francet.

Come on, war's back on!

Hin.

Swinging through without any resistance, Divine Sword Xgram.

You're not responding, are you? Supposedly, the upper body of an imperial soldier slipping and falling off. Both the sword received and the iron armor were amputated like tofu.

"" "Eh..." "

Enemies, allies, no, even the sword-wielding person flaunts its cleavage.

hehe

Hehe...

Heh heh heh...

The god gave me a full smile.

Grrrrrr ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Roland was left in the francette, staring at the caorle with a seemingly luscious face.

I don't know what else to do, I'm in trouble if I die, and I give up my face caorle.

Just grab it from the air...

"Yes, Divine Sword, Exrizil. But when this battle is over, you'll get it back. Master Roland is not a goddess guardian knight, Einherial."

"Uh-huh..."

Master Roland joins the fight, even though Gucci says so.

And when I realized, there were four Kingsguards who looked like they wanted something...