F Rank Warrior vs Goblin Lord
The Goblin Lord howled just as I put a hand to my sword.
It’s attention moved from the girl to me.
Even if it was just a goblin, there was a reason that these were called ‘Lords.’
It was quick to react.
“You might as well run while you can.”
“No, you are just getting in my way! It is you that should run!”
She said stubbornly.
I unsheathed the Devil King’s sword and jumped while holding it above my head.
The Goblin Lord attempted to block my attack with its steel club.
“Let’s compare weapons then!”
I was not a pure Warrior. It was not about skill for me.
I swung down onto the club with all of my strength.
It caused a large gash to appear on it.
It was clear that the Devil King sword was the stronger weapon.
The Goblin Lord could not stand the weight of the hit, and he lost his balance.
I struck repeatedly to his side. Perhaps I was swinging too much because my great sword was hitting the walls of the tunnel.
But I didn’t care.
Parts of the wall was carved out by my sword as it closed in on the Goblin Lord.
For a second, I could see the fear in its expression.
The sword cut through the steel club and slashed into the Goblin Lord’s body.
The Goblin Lord was cut into half at the waist, and yet it was still alive.
It moaned as it raised its hands in the air and plead for mercy.
But there was no reason to allow it to live.
And so I stabbed my sword into its neck.
It immediately stopped moving.
And then I asked the girl.
“Are you hurt?”
“You…no, what are you?”
Then she suddenly seemed to remember something.
“Pardon me. My name is Shia. Thank you for helping me when I was in danger.”
She gave a low bow. She was rather polite.
You should introduce yourself first if you are asking for someone’s name. She had remembered that.
It was hard to believe that this was the same girl who said she didn’t need help and that I was getting in her way.
She had likely only said it so that I could run away without feeling bad about it.
I could understand her position.
We were pitiful F Rank Adventurers who were hunting goblins, only to bump into a Goblin Lord.
That’s what she would have seen.
And she was right.
According to the guild’s official records, we were a party of F Rank Adventurers.
“I’m called Locke. I’m an F Rank Adventurer.”
“That’s a lie.”
She did not believe me. And so I smugly showed her my Adventurer’s Card.
“Yo-you, you really are an F Rank…”
“Why are you so proud to be an F Rank…”
She said with exasperation.
When I asked her, she said that she was B Rank.
B Ranks were great Adventurers. It was impressive given her age.
“It is very unusual for an F Ranker to be so strong.”
“Well, it’s a long story.”
“Is that right.”
She didn’t ask any further.
People who worked as Adventurers tended to have a lot of secrets.
And so it wasn’t good manners to ask.