《I Died and Got Summoned to Another World as a WHAT?!?!》Ep. 144 Plains Battles Part 4
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Miguel steps towards me as he draws his two handed sword from off his back. When I see the blade enveloped in black flames I can't help but grin. There is my third demon, that will get me to rank four!
Miguel says "What are you grinning at you dumb beast?"
"I am just happy to see that your sword has another demon for me to eat."
Miguel stops with a look of surprise on his face, whether because I can speak or because I eat demons I don't know. As I draw Blitz and step towards him he recovers his poise and rushes to meet me. I parry his first few swings to get a feel for his strength, but I am very disappointed.
"Are you really this weak?"
Miguel growls and says "Merciless Blow!"
His hands and arms glow and he tries to bring his sword down in a massive overhead swing. I let go of Blitz with one hand and easily grab the sword and stop it before it comes near hitting me. Even using a heroic skill he is far too weak for me to consider him a decent opponent.
Miguel says "Im-impossible! What kind of monster are you?!"
"Heh, I'm the Anti-Hero."
As I hold his sword in place I bring Blitz between his legs and turn it so that it is blade up. Then I slowly start raising the blade towards his most valued possession. His eyes keep darting between me and Blitz as he tries with all his might to move his sword.
He finally gives up on moving his sword, lets go of the hilt, and grabs my other arm to try and stop Blitz from moving. As I lift my arm his feet leave the ground as he tries to hold himself up away from the blade. As his arms start trembling he starts begging.
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Miguel says "Stop! Don't! I can give you information! I can give you wealth! I will serve you! Just don't!"
"This is for all the women you have abused!"
Before he can utter another word I give a strong jerk of my arm. He screams in agony as Blitz cuts through his crotch and into his stomach. As much as he deserves to suffer more, I don't want to hear it so with another jerk I finish splitting him in half.
Isabella says "Are you going to kill me next?"
"That entirely depends on you and which side you are on. But before that, can you fix your clothes? It is very distracting!"
Isabella realizes her shirt is still wide open and blushes bright red as she covers herself with what is left of her shirt. She stands up, turns her back to me, pulls a new shirt out of nowhere, and quickly changes into it. Even once she is changed she waits a few minutes before turning to face me again.
Drog 'Aw, why would you ruin the view?'
'Shut up!'
Isabella says "What did you mean by which side I am on?"
"Before that, quick question. Did you just pull that shirt out of an inventory?"
Isabella says "Um, yeah?"
"That is so unfair!"
Isabella says "What, you don't have one?"
'Inventory?'
"Nope, I don't."
Isabella says "Hm, I wonder why. You were summoned just like us after all."
"Not quite. You were summoned by the king. I was summoned by his daughter's wish for revenge."
Isabella says "Why would his daughter wish for revenge?"
"Because, she was the sacrifice to power the summoning."
Isabella yells "What?!?"
"Yeah, pretty much everything you have been told since you were summoned is a lie."
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Isabella says "I am going to need you to elaborate."
"Okay, but we can do it while we are moving. Once I deal with these corpses. Bones, start bringing them to me."
Isabella stands quietly and watches as we start piling up the bodies after checking them for loot. She doesn't say anything about me looting the bodies, she only speaks up when the pile is complete and I set it on fire.
Isabella says "Why are you burning the bodies?"
"So they can't be used to host more shadow demons."
That shuts her up for a few minutes. Long enough for us to start walking towards the west. I have to slow down to her pace since she doesn't have a horse, which means it will take days to catch up to my friends.
As we walk I start telling her my story from the time I was first summoned. As soon as I start talking she summons a little white bird which sits on her shoulder. As I tell her my story she keeps glancing at the bird as if expecting some kind of reaction.
Isabella says "Please, tell me a lie."
"You are ugly."
The little white bird instantly lets out a high pitched shriek and flies over to attack me. Isabella starts laughing as I wave an arm at the silly little bird that is trying to peck at my head. It seems that she uses the bird as a type of lie detector, which explains why she summoned it.
The bird returns to her shoulder after a minute and I resume telling her my tale. By the time I am done explaining everything that has happened it is getting dark so we stop to make camp.
Isabella says "Well, based on what you have told me I am definitely not on the king's side anymore."
"Judging from what was about to happen to you it's safe to say you won't be joining the shadow demon's side by choice."
Isabella says "True, I guess I will just have to join your side."
"Don't you mean the rebellion's side?"
Isabella says "Nope, I mean your side. Sure I will help you help the rebels, but I also want to go with you to the temples to help the goddesses."
"You realize my path will always be very dangerous right?"
Isabella says "Yes, and that is fine. I am a summoner, the only reason I am weak right now is the king's people would never let me go out to get my summons some experience."
"Oh, how many summons do you have?"
Isabella says "Right now, six including this little guy. The other five are a tiger, a wolf, a bear, an eagle, and a giant fox. They are normal animals for the most part but will become beasts as they level up."
"Yeah, I know leveling up a summons is important."
???? says "Hello the camp!"
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