Beastmen, as they grow up, develop far superior dynamic vision and elastic muscles compared to humans, enabling them to display movements beyond their limits.
Just like now.
At the moment when the speed of the charging beast met Dunbachel’s own charging speed, she pressed her left big toe into the ground.
As she pressed down, she twisted her body. There was a brief gap between the two beasts, which her golden eyes caught.
Seizing that gap required bold decisiveness.
“Aren’t you basically a beast?”
Bold and daring.
It was one of Rem’s teachings. Dunbachel was faithful to that teaching.
Thus, she slipped between the two beasts.
A slight misstep would have cost her head, but her boldness gave her confidence.Twisting her body sideways, she used her superior physical abilities to slip between the gaps.
At the same time, she gripped the scimitar in her hand.
The blade of the scimitar, held horizontally to the ground, created harmony with the beast.
Slash!
Her right arm muscles strained, but she was prepared for this.
She endured by gripping her right wrist with her left hand.
The clash with the beast was momentary, and Dunbachel’s response was instantaneous.
No, Dunbachel had fixed the position of her scimitar from the start, and the effect was evident.
The blade cut horizontally through the beast’s body.
Even though it wasn’t a magical weapon, it held up well.
It was an act that could have broken the blade, but Dunbachel anticipated this.
‘Blades endure horizontal forces, apply force to the edge.’
Her scimitar had a thick blade. Like most mercenary weapons, it prioritized toughness over sharpness.
Thanks to her formidable speed, the lack of sharpness didn’t matter.
Thus, the blade cut through the beast’s body and emerged.
Slash!
The speed of her charge was so fast that the black blood and entrails of the fallen beast trailed behind like a long line.
The beast’s entrails, flesh, blood, and bones were scattered on the ground, resembling an art piece.
“Ha!”
Dunbachel exhaled and inhaled the breath she had been holding. Then she immediately turned her body.
Horses are not animals that can easily change direction quickly.
The beast’s body structure didn’t change even if it was a beast.
Dunbachel pressed her right foot into the ground, pivoted, and ran in a different direction.
The beast that missed its target turned widely.
Neigh!
The beast let out a cry and turned left to charge again, and Dunbachel, running through the middle, swung her scimitar. From above to below, using the full elasticity of her body.
From a distance, it might have looked like she was slashing at empty air.
Thanks to the charging beast, the strike precisely cut its neck.
Thud!
The beast’s body rolled on the ground a couple of times.
Its head flew off backward.
The black blood scattered in the air fell onto Dunbachel’s head.
It looked as if black spots had stained her white hair.
Dunbachel shook her scimitar in the air and started running again.
After slaughtering the two beast horses, a pack of human-faced dogs charged at her.
Dunbachel’s scimitar danced as she maintained her charging speed.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The crescent-shaped weapon moved savagely from side to side, and each time, the human-faced dogs’ necks, front legs, and parts of their heads were severed.
“What weapon are you holding?”
Rem began with a question and ended with violence.
Dunbachel had to find the answer herself in between.
There was a day when she nearly stepped into the river of death for using a thrust with her scimitar.
“Don’t you ever consider the utility of a weapon? Is the head of a beastwoman really only interested in mating? For the record, if you come at me naked, I’ll split you with an axe.”
Even that mating behavior requires attraction.
She would never be attracted to Rem.
Dunbachel shouted a battle cry along with her memory.
“Never with you!”
“What do you mean, ‘not ever’?”
The group of soldiers watching had bewildered expressions, but what did it matter?
Along with that shout, the curved crescent blade danced its dance of slaughter.
Parts of the human-faced dogs’ heads and torsos flew through the air.
To the soldiers’ eyes, the blade’s movements were invisible.
A line would be drawn in the air, and the severed parts of the beasts would appear.
The process was omitted, showing only the result. The soldiers, who had felt threatened, might have sighed in relief.
“Formation!”
These were the Border Guard Reserve Unit, trained by Encrid.
Do your best where you stand.
That was a phrase often on Encrid’s lips. And so they did.
At the shout of the Commanding Officer, they quickly formed a simple formation.
Somehow, they all held spears. Standing in a horizontal line, they pointed their spears forward.
If the beast horses charged, they would be skewered.
With only three or four charging, not dozens.
‘We can handle this.’
It wasn’t arrogance but confidence.
They knew the quality of the instructors they had faced.
Dunbachel, standing before them, was one of them.
“Damn it!”
One of the soldiers shouted.
Two beast horses were charging straight at the group of soldiers, looking ready to devour them.
They couldn’t do what Dunbachel did.
Instead, they held out their spears and braced themselves. The beast horses, relying on their solid bodies, charged right in.
“Twist—!”
The Commanding Officer shouted timely.
Just as the heavy impact transmitted through the spear shafts, making their arm muscles twist painfully.
The soldiers, pivoting around the center, pushed the spear shafts left and right. Snap! The spears embedded in the beasts snapped. The soldiers, holding only the broken halves, rolled forward as if they had fallen.
Receiving the full force of a frontal charge was foolish.
“Would you face a cavalry charge the same way?”
That was Instructor Ragna’s voice.
He didn’t teach thoroughly, but each word was as sharp as a blade.
Blades that couldn’t come from his lazy eyes and attitude, the soldiers had absorbed his teachings.
If they hadn’t, they’d be dead.
They had to face the half-blood Giant Teresa charging at them, what choice did they have?
The soldiers gave it their all.
If not for their usual training, they wouldn’t have managed, but the charge of the two beast horses was thwarted.
Rather than taking the force head-on, they redirected it sideways. Of course, it required fundamental physical strength.
They had bodies trained and honed through Audin’s rigorous training.
That made this possible.
“Damn, it worked. Spit.”
A soldier spat at the beast horse’s head, which lay twitching on the ground, the broken spear embedded halfway.
“Skreee!”
The beast horse, perhaps crazed, bared its fangs despite having half a spear stuck in its chest.
Black tears of blood streamed from its red eyes.
Seeing that made the soldier’s legs tremble involuntarily.
It wasn’t their first time facing beasts and monsters, and under normal circumstances, this number wouldn’t scare them.
But the beast before them wasn’t normal. Something was different.
There was no time to think. No time to question the oddity.
“Damn it! No time to watch!”
Another soldier thrust a spear into the beast’s head.
With a forceful thrust, the spear pierced the beast’s skull.
Crack!
Now, it was the pack of human-faced dogs.
There were too many for Dunbachel to handle alone.
Eventually, the soldiers had to fight as well.
They wouldn’t die. They could endure this much. They were trained by Encrid.
Previously, they were elite soldiers, now, they could be considered strong soldiers.
Setting aside tactical ability, their personal skills had developed to an impressive degree.
One of the three soldiers who had lost their spears drew a short sword. Another drew an arming sword, while the remaining one held onto the broken spear shaft. Some soldiers used their bows as blunt weapons.
“Damn it!”
Despite their constant swearing, they fought well.
They struck, stabbed, and cut down the approaching human-faced dogs.
They formed a circle to protect each other and slowly retreated.
They thought the battle would soon be over, expecting reinforcements to arrive upon seeing this chaos.
Dunbachel fought even better.
Her scimitar seemed like a guillotine in the shape of a crescent moon.
She went on a literal rampage.
After dealing with the beast horses, only the human-faced dogs remained.
Whenever there was an opening, she cut, and while doing so, she punched and kicked the ones that got too close.
All her movements were incredibly fast and strong. Her agile and elastic muscles stood out.
Yet, she didn’t seem particularly tired.
Her strength was overwhelming.
It was no wonder they were called the Madmen Platoon.
Had she killed about half of the human-faced dogs? The remaining half, despite being frightened, still attacked as if under a berserk curse.
“Raaah!”
“Grrrrr!”
The unpleasant howls of the human-faced dogs filled the air with noise.
While fighting, Dunbachel heard a strange rumbling from the direction of the forest.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
It was a heavy sound.
Horse hooves?
Then a dark shadow darted out of the forest.
It seemed faster than the beast horses.
Above all, it wasn’t a horse. It resembled a horse but was something else.
Horses didn’t have hands, so they couldn’t hold weapons.
A massive creature holding a club made from a cut tree trunk swung it forcefully.
Whoosh!
A heavy wooden club passed over her head. If she hadn’t reflexively ducked, her head might have been crushed.
At the very least, she would have lost her balance.
Taking advantage of her ducked position, Dunbachel rolled forward and slipped between the pack of human-faced dogs.
The excited beasts bared their sharp teeth with wrinkled faces.
She knocked away, pushed, and struck down most of them, but couldn’t stop one. It opened its jaws wide.
Dunbachel offered her forearm guard and grabbed the creature’s head, swinging it like a club.
Whoosh!
Thud! Thump! Bang!
She took down three or four more, then stabbed her scimitar into the torso of the one biting her arm and sliced downward.
Black blood and entrails spilled onto the ground.
Despite this, its teeth remained embedded in the guard.
‘What a nuisance.’
In the meantime, another beast that had been targeting her turned around and came back.
It seemed like a cavalryman, but it was also a monster.
A centaur, half-man, half-horse.
The lower body was that of a horse, and the upper body resembled a human’s.
Its upper body was exposed, with prominent chest muscles. The sight of the rippling muscles made her feel nauseous.
“This is messed up.”
Dunbachel muttered to herself.
The creature charged at her again, wielding a thick wooden club.
Thud! Crash, Thump! Crack!
The pack of human-faced dogs in its path were ignored, their heads smashed and bones crushed as it barreled through.
Whoosh!
The club swung through the air again.
Dunbachel leaned back to avoid it.
It was a close call.
No, it wasn’t beyond her ability to dodge.
The only relief was that the creature had cleared away the pack of human-faced dogs, giving her a moment to breathe…
“Damn it.”
There was no respite. It wasn’t alone.
Several more centaurs were emerging from the forest.
“Kyiyiyiyiyit!”
A few of the centaurs let out a battle cry.
Their red eyes, devoid of pupils, stared directly at Dunbachel.
Some of them looked toward the group of soldiers.
‘I want to live.’
Desperately, she wanted to live.
This desire—when did it arise?
Ever since meeting Encrid, it had overflowed like a bursting dam.
Such is the nature of the desire for life.
It binds you unexpectedly.
She needed to see Encrid’s face again.
Should she flee?
Would that be acceptable?
He wouldn’t scold her for it.
However,
‘Them.’
Encrid remembered all the soldiers’ names.
She hadn’t memorized even five of their names yet.
Is it right to let them die when she could save them?
Is it right for her to live, or is it right to risk her life to save them?
There is no right answer.
Life is like that, it’s all about choices.
Is surviving alone the best option?
Encrid, Encrid, Encrid.
She involuntarily repeated the name.
She wanted to be part of that group. To be one of them.
Is surviving alone in poverty really what he would have wanted?
Is that what a member of that group should do?
Is that truly the best choice?
Encrid was a man who always acted upon his best judgment.
After witnessing this, what did she want to do?
Now wasn’t the time to debate the rightness or wrongness of her choices, she just had to act.
Clearing her mind of distractions, Dunbachel focused on one thought.
‘Did I thank him for accepting me?’
She didn’t think she had. She needed to stay alive and thank him properly.
Not just survive, but survive in the way he wanted her to.
The thought process was long, but in reality, it was brief.
In moments of crisis, the brain tends to be highly active.
Having made her decision and reached her conclusion, Dunbachel acted.
“Look at me!”
Dunbachel shouted as she activated her unique transformation.
A powerful aura spread in all directions. Her golden eyes locked onto the centaurs.
In a brief moment, her hair grew, and she took on the appearance of a lion, letting out a low, deep growl.
“Grrrrr.”
A sound that would irritate any enemy’s ears, Dunbachel lunged at the nearest centaur and swung her scimitar.
Whoosh!
A centaur, superior even to the best horsemen, adept as both rider and mount, twisted its upper body. Its lower body moved in tandem, dodging the blade.
An impressive feat that a mounted horseman couldn’t dream of.
Dunbachel swung her scimitar with her right hand and, as the centaur dodged, slashed out with her left hand. Her claws, as sharp as blades, raked across the centaur’s eye.
“Arrgghh!”
A scream echoed.
“Follow me, you bastards!”
Was she talking to the pack of human-faced dogs, or to the centaurs?
The soldiers watching couldn’t ask.
Dunbachel darted into the forest, and the centaurs pursued her.
The pack of human-faced dogs followed as well.
The soldiers survived.
Centaurs were notoriously difficult mid-level monsters.
Especially when they formed colonies, they were considered more dangerous than flying monsters.
“…This is a disaster.”
One of the surviving soldiers muttered.
“So, it’s been four days since Dunbachel disappeared into the forest?”
Four days after Dunbachel’s disappearance, the Border Guard sent reinforcements.
The swift vanguard arrived first.
A small company.
The Company Commander questioned a soldier, who nodded.
“Yes.”
“And now the centaur herd has formed a colony and occupied the plains in front of the forest?”
“Correct.”
This answer came from the new Lord of Martai, the former Border Guard Commander.
Everyone watched Encrid’s expression.
As usual, he was expressionless.
But why did it look like he was angry? No one could tell.
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