The Demon General of Earth (♀) Was Ridiculed as "the Weakest of the Four Heavenly Knights", but After She Decided to Quit the Demon King’s Army and Lead a Slow Life, She Was Forced to Live With the Exiled Hero (♀) … Also, for Certain Reasons, They Got Married. - 17
It’s fine. It’s going to be fine. There’s nothing to worry about.
I keep telling myself that.
The arrows flying at me—whatever it is, they don’t even penetrate my armor. I see the speed of the Spear Hero’s attack doesn’t even come close to Yuri’s.
I decided to brag because I was terrified.
I’m a weak demon—the weakest of the Four Heavenly Knights—so an army of heroes is terrifying.
Am I getting anxious? Am I scared? Is my voice trembling?
If I don’t make myself look big, I’d get crushed by my lack of heart.
It’s a life-or-death battle, so if I lose, it was inevitable I was going to be killed.
I’m weak, so I’ve escaped from such situations as much as possible.
An exception was when El’torilis was about to kill me. And right now as well.
Even in the middle of battle, I found time to mutter, “It would be easier if I could escape.”
I can’t escape because I have one of the rings. I can’t escape because I have Yuri. I had no choice but to do this.
I don’t know what a family is like, but I wasn’t about to abandon Yuri just like that.
That’s why I’m fighting.
I detect the Heroes’ movements by the flow of their mana. Even in a dark, small, and cramped golem, you can see the outside world that way.
There are 6 enemies. 5 of them are Heroes. 1 of them is not.
4 of them are front-line fighters, the remaining 2 are archers and magicians.
Surprisingly, they seem to be familiar with combat and move around well.
The spearman I just knocked down shows the durability of a Hero and is cheerfully jumping around like a buzzing fly. They kicked off a tree’s trunk and launched themselves at me in an arc.
“You caught me off guard earlier, but can you beat my Gift?!”
I block their spear again. I punch him and launch him deep into the forest.
The one who wasn’t a Hero shouted: “That idiot, let’s fight together!”
Apparently, he was the leader.
That was frustrating. In short, I’m in no small amount of trouble.
It’s fine. I’m fighting surprisingly well. This Eldoran is a masterpiece, after all, and I can communicate with and control it many times more accurately than with my own body.
It’s not only that.
Even though I feel choked up with anxiety, I feel like I’m on the verge of tears, I feel my senses sharpened by my fear of death, I felt an odd sense of calm despite my fear.
I’m scared but I can deal with it calmly.
It was a mysterious phenomenon.
“Hey, fiiireeee!” the leader screams.
The Archer Hero fires as ordered. A dull, glowing arrow shoots out from the darkness and hits my torso. Then, it explodes in electricity, I’m stunned for a moment.
“That’s going to be a problem,” I thought.
It’s not very powerful by itself but it’ll get annoying to get stunned for several seconds.
They don’t miss the opportunity to strike.
“Smoldering seeds. Spread disaster. Explode!”
I hear a magic chant, fiery trails shoot through the air and land on my golem’s arm. They look like rocks but explode in fire and wind like they were bombs. The right arm disappears up to its elbow.
A Hero with a sword jumps towards my damaged armor.
I turned and raised my left arm to block him—and that arm was also cut off.
“That’s impossible?!” I think as I jump back, biting my tongue so they won’t be alerted.
My golems are harder than iron. More so, this is a masterpiece, it should have been impossible to destroy by cutting it.
I examine the damage and see the cross-section is flat as a mirror. Even Yuri wouldn’t be able to make such a clean cut.
“Omni-Slash…” the Sword Hero says, “that’s my Cheat!”
“… You weren’t kidding…!” the leader whispered, impressed.
If this golem isn’t flawless and that ability was exactly as its name implied, he was my natural enemy.
Like El’torilis’ Corrosion, an attack I couldn’t defend against—why do I keep going up against foes that put me at a major disadvantage?
I don’t know how that Gift works, exactly, if it makes him a peerless swordsman or it affects the weapon he holds, but it’s the biggest threat.
“Now then, do you want to surrender?” the Sword Hero asked.
“Me, surrender? Don’t joke around!” I shout as loudly as possible.
The Hero frowned. “We took out both your arms, how do you expect to keep fighting?”
“… Once again, I’m being ridiculed.”
I found that I could speak better than normally. That’s how I relieve some of the tension.
“Buried bones. Come free. Return to life.”
The ground beneath my feet floats into the sky. It takes the shape of my missing arm and fuses with the stump and scars.
It’s my magic machine repair spell. Large-scale damage required chanting.
I can see that the Heroes surrounding me look upset.
“… What is this?” I thought.
Something felt strange.
Of course, it’s a familiar spell, I’ve used it many times. But somehow, I felt my mana circulating more smoothly than usual.
Then, I notice.
It because this wasn’t my mana. It’s the mana of that woman that still circulates in her body.
That dog followed me in my mind, in my body, and everywhere. It’s going to be useful right now.
It was a little strange and I felt my mouth twisting.
The mana of others can’t feel more familiar to someone than their mana. On the contrary, it has the opposite effect.
So, what I’m feeling right now isn’t my feelings, it’s someone else’s, I misunderstood.
It’s fine. If I could get through this predicament with this small misunderstanding, it would be fine.
“Would you like me to help you this time?”
That was the true identity of these strange sensations. I felt lonely while fighting but I’m calm now, knowing this wasn’t 1v6, but a 2v6.
“… Immortal Eldora… she’s cheating,” one of the Heroes says.
“Don’t you dare call me that…” I said.
I had away done with that name.
Ultimate Eldoran completely revives. It will revive many more times.
Even though I abandoned the title, I was still immortal.