The Extra Wants To Live

If he can protect Catherine\'s back, he must have great skills to the point where she would want to hire him as a knight.

Bilford was thinking at the level of the Imperial Knights, which selects only the most talented people within the empire.

This thought shows how much Bilford, who is just a young squire who cannot even handle mana, overestimates his talent, and how young he is.

However, if he had actually had just one more year, Bilford would have had the talent to protect Catherine\'s back and crush the waves of gnolls.

However, there is no point in considering the what-ifs.

"Shit."

Carl cursed in a hoarse voice and looked around.

Now there is no need for that. The circle has become too small.

There was no point in riding a horse, so in the end, Carl jumped from his horse because it was very tired.

"Master Carl."

Milton, who was squatting on the floor and treating Bilford, tried to grab Carl.

But Carl firmly shook off his hand.

"Focus on treating Bilford!"

Bilford must recover quickly to maintain his position.

Bilford\'s value is higher than Carl\'s now, so he should be given priority.

It\'s ironic, but in order for Carl to survive this situation, he has to buy time for Bilford to recover, even if it means risking his life.

Clap!

Carl lowered his visor with trembling hands.

It\'s frustrating because it blocks his view, but it\'s better than having his face exposed defenseless.

Rather, Carl desperately wanted armor to cover his body, as if the frustration he felt with just the breastplate was a lie.

Even if he has some difficulty moving, he has nothing to be afraid of if he is wearing full plate armor like Catherine!

Phew! Phew! Phew!

Carl felt dizzy from his own hot breath swirling inside the helmet with the visor down. His ears seemed clogged.

Because he was hard of hearing, Carl had to frantically turn his head to read the battle situation through the slit in his visor.

His short stature and dwarf physique, which were hidden because he was on a horse, are fully revealed, making him look like a child who has lost his way and entered the middle of the battlefield by mistake.

"Aaaah!"

At that time, a scream so sharp that it was clearly audible even with the helmet on was heard.

Carl quickly turned his head.

In a passing scene, Catherine\'s spear can be seen striking down a gnoll rushing into the collapsed ranks.

And past that scene, Carl\'s eyes caught sight of a conscript who had been attacked by a gnoll, was lying on the ground, and was in danger of having his neck bitten off, with no one to help him.

Catherine is blocking somewhere else.

Bilford can\'t move now.

Even the imperial soldiers are limited to blocking his path, so it would be unreasonable to expect conscripts to help him and maintain the formation.

"Sigh!"

"Master Carl! It\'s not possible!"

Before Milton could catch him, Carl ran forward with great force, with the long red tassels of his red cloak and helmet hanging down.

In fact, Carl didn\'t even know what he was doing now.

Like a cornered animal, he was acting solely based on his instinct for survival.

Carl instinctively knew what he should do in this situation.

To live, he must fight.

He has a small and dwarf body, but he lunges fiercely like an animal that has tasted blood, like a small lion!

Phew… !

The sound of his own breathing lingered in Carl\'s ears.

Nerves tense with tension and fear sharply judge what is right or wrong.

The contracted body relaxes with appropriate tension for optimal attack, and the legs that used to stand stiffly on the ground stretch out elastically.

Carl\'s wrist moves flexibly and pulls the sword. The swordplay aimed at the middle pauses, as if left alone.

However, Carl was moving forward, and naturally his swordplay went up.

As nice as the picture, it was too neat to have been seen in the first real game.

As if squeezing through a narrow gap, the sword moves through a delicate and sharp trajectory.

Puck!

The sword fell like a beam of light and cut off the head of the gnoll who was about to bite the conscript\'s neck.

Although it was not cut cleanly, the back of the head was split open, revealing the cut brain. He is dead.

Whoops!

Only the sound of his breathing echoed in Carl\'s ears.

He instinctively takes a step back, retrieves his sword, raises it high, shifts his center of gravity, and leans forward.

Whoosh!

This time, there is a long downward slash from the top.

Hit the head of the gnoll trying to get in between the soldiers with pinpoint accuracy!

Jump!

In his first real match, he showed off perfectly the moves he had only learned properly for two days.

A clean downward slash sliced through the gnoll\'s skull, splitting even its long snout.

It\'s a great attack.

However, Carl stopped in shock.

"Whoa!"

The sword dug into the skull cannot be pulled out!

Catherine and Bilford, who had never thought that Carl would have the experience of killing an enemy so quickly, did not teach him \'how to draw a sword efficiently when it is stuck in a corpse\'!

Carl, who had swung his sword without reason as if walking in a dream, suddenly came to his senses.

His body bends forward due to the sword stuck in the falling gnoll.

The sword is stuck below, and the gnoll pushes in front of Carl.

It seems like someone screamed at the sight of Carl\'s defenseless appearance.

"Ugh!"

Carl remembered the soldiers wrenching the spear stuck in the gnoll, and screamed and twisted his wrist with all his might.

The blade digging into the gnoll\'s head twists, opening a gap, and Carl\'s body falls backward.

Wooow!

The Gnoll, who had made his way into the ranks, saw the fallen Carl and jumped in.

Carl did not learn how to swing a sword while lying flat on the floor.

"Whoa!"

Carl reflexively raises his sword at the scenery seen through the visor slit.

Kaang!

Carl\'s long sword collided with Gnoll\'s axe as sparks from both weapons flew away in the air.

There was going to be only one who can be alive after this.