Artoria wants to read people's hearts

This is also one of the reasons why she is using the Sun Wheel Knife at this moment, not the Sword of Oath of Victory.

After all, in terms of advantage, compared with his old partner, the Sword of Promised Victory, the weight of the Sun Wheel is actually a bit too light.

And compared to the sword, the weapon of the knife... She didn't actually have much contact with it before.

but.......

Although the knife technique has only been roughly learned from Mr. Purgatory for a few days, it is definitely more than enough to kill the ghosts here.

It is best not to use the Sword of Oath of Victory if you can.

This is not only to save the consumption of mana, but also because psychologically, she doesn't want the blood of those dirty monsters to stain her sword.

They don't fit!

When the last rays of the sun were covered by darkness, Arturia suddenly stopped.

Turning her head, she set her sights deep in the woods.

Among them, there seemed to be a shadowy figure, full of shadows.

It seems that the roar of the evil spirit can be heard in the distance, and it reaches everyone's ears in the distance. This is a deterrent from the evil spirit.

but.......

"—too weak."

With this exclamation overflowing his mouth, for a moment, even the wind seemed to stagnate.

It was extremely quiet.

Amongst the shadows of the trees dancing, this almost weird feeling of suffocation was further accentuated.

When the atmosphere was silent to the limit.

Suddenly, a strange-shaped black figure jumped out of the darkness. It was so fast that one could even see the afterimages of his actions.

Without any hold back, this blow was headed for death.

If it was an ordinary member of the ghost killing team, this evil ghost might want to chat for a while before getting into the topic.

But....... This girl gave him a very scary feeling.

Don't look soft and weak on the surface, but maybe it's a hard stubble.

Si Ji here, he does not intend to do any more nonsense, he intends to just be reckless and finish the matter.

I am super brave!

Sighing softly, Artoria drew her knife out of its sheath in a second.

"Shh!"

I saw a knife light as bright as moonlight pouring over.

One hit, just one hit.

The extremely sharp blade accurately chopped the ghost's neck, smooth as Dove, without any sense of obstruction.

With the knife back in its sheath, behind the figure who left gracefully like a breeze, there is an evil ghost with blood splattered all over the ground and his corpse separated.

"It's really...too weak."

At the very end, the last words heard by the 'Super Brave' evil spirit were this exclamation that went with the wind.

The mountains and forests in the dark night are shrouded in the breath of death, the threat of the sun has gone, and those man-eating monsters are just around the corner in the darkness.

This time of year is their carnival day.

Those naive, young children must let the 'predecessors' teach them the cruelty of the world.

But the price of tuition is their own lives.

The selection of humans, the carnival of ghosts.

After all, ghosts can become powerful only by eating people, and the more people they eat, the stronger they become.

So not only for fending off hunger, but also for that fascinating power.

The man-eating ghost who pursued all these could not resist this instinctive temptation at all.

The ghosts trapped on the mountain are also trying their best to eat people, and on the mountain where no one is seen this year, only the selection day is the only time they can eat people.

The lifespan of ghosts is infinite. In this long life, as long as they eat enough people, then after they become stronger, it may be possible to escape from this humiliating place for ghosts.

For this "big" goal, they will do their best to find their favorite food.

However, the ghost on the top of the mountain is still unknown at this moment, and in this trial, a 'human' who they can't afford to provoke has come.

Chapter 9 Lying on the grass!So TM handsome! ! ([-] in [-])

"Tick, tick..."

In the darkness, a blond girl in a blue feather woven slowly came.

It belongs to the shadow of a girl, stretched and slender under the moonlight.

The woods, which had an eerie atmosphere, now seemed dreamlike because of her arrival.

Arturia held the handle of the knife with her right hand, lowered her eyes slightly, completely ignoring those greedy eyes hiding in the dark.

As long as she doesn't come to provoke herself, then she won't meddle in her own business.

However, this is not because she can bear the existence of these ogre ghosts.

just because...

Arturia knew that this was a selection for members of the Ghost Slayer Squad.

The ghosts kept in captivity on the mountain are really weak and pitiful, and those young and energetic children need to use this as an opponent to hone their ghost-slaying skills and courage.

As the king who leads the army on the battlefield, Artoria knows the importance of actual combat better than anyone else.

If you want a recruit to grow up quickly, just let him see blood a few more times.

She could of course choose to kill all the ghosts on this mountain, but doing so would be a bit overprotective.

If those young people successfully pass this trial under her protection, what will happen after that?

This time they survived and felt that they could do it. With this mentality, something really happened.

After all, after obtaining the Sun Wheel Knife and successfully joining the Ghost Killing Team, they will have to do the task alone next.

It is impossible for Artoria to follow them every time to protect them... In fact, the only thing that can really protect them is the knife in their hands.

He has no real ability, but because of luck, he joined the Demon Slayer Squad.

This kind of person will be killed by a ghost sooner or later...

The meaning of the existence of the trial is to select people who have both skills and courage, instead of simply using the lives of those who are not qualified to send their heads.

The most important thing is that, generally speaking, as long as their usual training is not lazy, the reserve members who have overcome their fear can still kill these weak ghosts.

Of course.....the premise of this situation is 'generally speaking'.

Sometimes, occasionally, a state beyond the general situation occurs.

And Arturia was shuttling back and forth on this mountain at the moment, just to prevent such accidents from happening.

Save those weak people, save those who don't have the guts to swing a knife.

Then he told them earnestly that instead of killing ghosts on the front line, they might choose another way to realize their ambitions.

For example.....join the 'hidden' unit.

'Hidden' is the post-processing team of the ghost killing team, mostly composed of members without sword skills, responsible for the finishing touches after the ghost killing team fights with ghosts.

In other words, it is okay to abandon the knife and study medicine. After all, Diewu is actually short of talents.

This kind of person doesn't have to worry about life, and can dedicate his own strength to killing ghosts.

Isn't it more delicious than going to death with a hard head?

So far, the blond king has achieved the feat of minimizing casualties along the way.

The waning moon has not fallen, and the mountains are emerald green.

Artoria looked up at the turbulent night sky above the forest, and the dark shadows under the silver moon drifted in her emerald green eyes.

Those beings hidden in the dark were telling her their bloody and greedy malice.

It was ugly, and disgustingly disgusting.

Different from those ghosts in the outside world, these minion-like existences have not eaten for a long time, and their year-round hunger has undoubtedly expanded their desire and madness for flesh and blood.

So even if you feel that the blond girl is not easy to mess with, there are always some desires for food, and the cannibal who can't bear it will jump out.

However......

Showing off their might, under the terrifying appearance, is their weakness and slowness that cannot be concealed.

It's like a gourd baby saving grandpa, one gift is guaranteed.

"Hmm... Another one."

With a sighing tone, the blond girl smiled uproariously, drew her knife and turned her head to look at each other.

I saw a ghost squatting there silently on the pole of the nearest tree.

After discovering that Arturia had turned her head, he had an excited smile on his face, but he said regretfully, "What a pity, it was discovered."

He obviously didn't look like he was hiding the slightest bit, but he said these words.

It seems that this ghost is very funny.

"Look carefully..." He looked up and down the blond girl, the appetite in his eyes was almost solidified, "...Miss, you have to look delicious what."

The bad water in his belly was tumbling and rolling, and his eyes were slightly narrowed.

"It's really...it feels much more delicious than the boy I ate before."

As soon as these words came out, the girl's emerald green eyes instantly frozen her emotions.

Why bother to listen to him say one more nonsense?

A guy like this who sprays dung in his mouth should be killed!

Stepping on her feet, Arturia's eyes were as sharp as a sword. Using her unskilled sword technique, she galloped towards the ghost on the tree at an extremely fast speed.

"One Type: Shiranui."

As if a flame was burning, the next second, a mournful howl pierced Ye's spine.

There is no room for resistance at all, and the ghost who was still talking loudly just now directly heads to the family.

Fragmented, scorching flames flickered in Artoria's eyes.

Those lake-colored eyes were bright and dazzling at this moment, as if they were burning with the anger of a thousand years.

Without even looking back, she jumped down from the tree and walked forward again.

But this time, in this place, the ghost hiding in the dark finally knows what fear is.

They swallowed desperately and retracted themselves to their original positions, but their greedy eyes still did not disappear... It's just that this time, they stared at them more forbearingly.

'It doesn't matter. They comforted themselves, "She is not the only 'food' on this mountain, and the persimmons are too soft to pinch. If this one doesn't work, just get another one." '

The woods were quiet and silent.

Arturia didn't care about this at all, she just silently clenched the sun knife in her hand, and then cast her gaze into the depths of the woods.

There, she heard the sounds of fighting.

Humans and ghosts are killing each other at this moment.

Arturia could feel that the breath of the ghosts over there was a little stronger than those of the previous minions.

Realizing this, she turned around and walked over there.

In any case, you have to go and have a look.

If humans win, everyone will be happy, but if humans lose...

Maybe... I can still save the child's life.

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