Chapter 147 – 69-4 the 3rd Day of the Festival.

I’ve been through a lot of battlefields so far.

A life-or-death fight with famous people from all over the world.

Although there were many moments when I almost died, I overcame each time and survived.

However…

The woman with reddish hair is different.

Overwhelming… No, overpowering was the right word for it.

His laid-back attitude with his arms crossed and a sullen expression was obviously full of loopholes…

Oddly enough, I couldn’t get close.

“Why? Are you scared now? If you come out like that, I will be disappointed ㅁ…”

It was the moment when Clos Cerro touched her right chin and gave Christine a trivial look in a voice full of annoyance.

Cranky!

An ominous sound rang out as his right leg, which had twisted his body with all the strength, hit Closero’s head.

“It’s fast. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a kick this fast. But maybe it’s because she’s a girl, so she lacks strength.”

A normal person would have passed out right away, not knowing how to react to Christine’s kick or what he was hit in the first place.

But as if Christine’s kick couldn’t even do any damage to herself.

Clos Cero just stood there motionless, lightly raising his arm to block his thunderous kick.

“You’re trying to subdue me with just this kick. Too funny…!”

Clos Cerro tried to express his feelings in a low voice, but Christine was already preparing her next attack.

Called the Black Panther of her battlefield, she endures excruciating pain felt in her right shin.

She is definitely a woman of red flames and she is someone she can’t beat.

Overwhelming strength beyond common sense.

Even talking like playing with a child.

Even if she put all the opponents she’s been through together, she wouldn’t be an opponent.

Are you using the word “Different dimension” In this case?

But her body was already moving.

When her cracked right leg touched the ground, she felt extremely dizzy.

If you overdo it, the bones that barely maintain their shape may break, making it difficult in the future.

But even if her own student is in danger and only cracks, even if she has a broken leg and is limping, she can’t stop here.

With the right leg as the axis, the body and left leg rotate clockwise.

‘You’re fast for a human. However, it would have been faster if the legs that were used as axes were intact.’

As she cut through the air, she felt a little pity as she watched Christine kick her ferociously as she tried to cut her own waist.

‘If I hadn’t intentionally blocked her kicks in the first place, I could have seen her kicks faster than now.’

Clos Sero lamented, saying that it wouldn’t have been so regrettable if he had given her a rare rolling sword.

It was at this moment that she raised her hand to lightly block Christine’s kick approaching her waist.

“…That’s amazing. Would you believe me if I was surprised by a human woman for the first time?”

Clos Cerro grabs Christine’s leg, changing from a sad expression to a very happy expression.

“The trajectory of the kick changed instantly. It’s amazing. And again aiming for the chin he had already hit. I thought it was trivial, but even here, I was trying to strike a blow that I liked. A swarthy bitch. What’s your name?”

Christine’s contraction aimed at Clos Cero’s right flank.

In that short bird, he twisted his body even more, aiming at his chin, not his side, and tried to stun him at once, but even that was lightly blocked by Clos Cero’s hand.

“Cheet…!”
“You don’t have to sigh. Again, great. If my legs were intact, I wouldn’t have been able to praise you this much. Really nice, dark bitch.”

As she lets go of Christine’s foot, which was about to hit her chin, Clos Cero shows off a beautiful smile like a woman in love.

“Tell me your name.”
“…My name is Christine Nedney…”
“That’s a good name. Good night. I will not remember you.”
“…Is it over…?”

The atmosphere in which the situation is uneasy.

Christine cautiously opened her mouth to Close Cero, who smiled brightly as her overwhelming spirit melted away.

“Hmm? Oh yeah. My legs are not fine, so what’s the use of fighting any more?”
“Ah… Thank you for your concern?”
“I wasn’t worried. I don’t need to be thankful because I want to fight you with a sword in good condition.”

Perhaps it was a situation that ended so blandly, when the tension was released, the right leg swelled up, perhaps protesting the excruciating pain.

“It must be pretty painful.”
“I’m used to the pain, so it’s okay. Rather, to think that such a strong person would take off students’ clothes and make fun of them. You don’t have very good manners and hand habits…!”
“Even if I tell the truth, it will sound like a lie to you, so why don’t you listen to that guy over there? Don’t pretend to faint, get up quickly.”

Clos Sero tells Allen, who is sprawled on the ground, to get up.

“Did you know?”

A half-naked Allen smiled shyly as he placed her hand on his cheek.

“Why is Allen here?”

Christine is surprised why Allen is here.

“Are your legs better than that? Let’s go to the infirmary.”
“Uh? Oh no. Excuse me…”
“Miss Christine. Excuse me, can I borrow the jersey you are wearing? If you go out like this…”
“Ah oh. Jersey here…”

Christine casually handed her jersey she was wearing to Allen, who approached.

Gee profit!

Allen unzipped Christine’s jersey all the way up and she carried the dazed Christine on her back to her health room.

“Ho, since I can walk alone, can you drop me off?”
“Just get up. How are you going to the health room by yourself with such swollen legs?”
“It’s okay, I’m used to it…”

Christine, who was carried on her strong Allen’s back, stuttered in embarrassment at the fact that the student she was supposed to protect was protecting herself, but deep inside she longed for her to be carried on her back.

“I’ll go to the infirmary soon…”
“Uh, ah… Yes… Yeah, but run, running makes it more painful, so if you walk a little slower…”
“All right. Be patient then.”
“Uh, yes… Yes…”

Christine’s heart, which had been beating fast in her death-dealing battle with Clos Cerro just a moment ago, was beating loudly in a different sense now.

“Close-sero-sama, please follow me quickly.”
“Why is I…?”
“You don’t know where you might have been hurt.”

****

“Are you in a lot of pain?”
“No. Dr. Agnes treated me quickly, so I hardly feel any pain anymore.”

Christine lies on the bed and smiles, waving her right leg up and down in a cast.

“The bones are stuck, but you can’t move too hard.”
“All right.”
“Of course, exercise is prohibited.”
“Ah… Can’t I even exercise…?”
“Yes, no.”

At Agnes’ words that she absolutely should not exercise, Christine exudes a shady and gloomy atmosphere like a cat caught in the rain.

‘You’re firm. Health care is also doing a good job. No, is it obvious?’

Seeing Agnes, who was sitting on a chair in the health room, as Allen spoke sharply, she was surprised and admired a little.

Normally, I thought she was sloppy, perverted, had a strong sex drive, and was an excellent slave who listened well to words, but I thought Agnes, who spoke and acted so decisively, was amazing.

I wonder if her halo was felt by Agnes, who is faithfully working on her work.

Anyway, it looked great.

“By the way, why is Clos Cero in the health room?”
“…I think my jaw hurts a little bit. Can you watch it?”
“Ah yes. Then, excuse me.”

Agnes wrapped her hand in pure white, warm mana and carefully touched Clos Cero’s chin.

“There’s nothing wrong with it…?”
“…Blonde rabbit, even if you say there’s nothing wrong, my jaw hurts a little…”
“Really…?”
“Yes, really.”
“Can I get you a painkiller?”
“I would appreciate it if you would.”

Agnes opened her shelf and took out a bottle of painkillers, opened it, picked up one, and handed it to Clos Cero.

“It doesn’t taste very good.”
“Because medicine is not tasty.”

In fact, Closero had no blows.

He had only pretended to be sick for the sake of Allen, who had worried about him for the first time in his entire life, and feigned illness for her.

“Hey, Allen?”

Christine, lying in her bed, calls Allen.

“Why are you like that?”
“Maybe… May I ask what your relationship with him is like? I don’t think it’s the first time I’ve seen you, given the name.”
“Miss Christine. I’m sorry, but I’ll tell you later.”
“Later… When?”
“I will tell you after the festival. So can you be patient with me for a little while?”
“…Okay. Then by all means. Will you tell me when the festival is over? Understand?”
“Yes. Thank you, Ms. Christine. Oh, and I’ll wash the jersey and give it back to you.”
“…Ah, um, that’s fine. You don’t have to go that far…”
“No. You worked so hard because of me, but I should be of some help.”

Seeing Christine slightly disappointed, Allen thought to himself.

‘Is there even a smell fetish?’

“Oh right. Mr Agnes. Perhaps it would be a bit difficult for Miss Christine to patrol today?”
“Yes. The bones are attached, but if you overdo it, you won’t be able to do it. But if you take a break for half a day, you will feel much better.”
“Ah… Patrol. Mr. Agnes over there. Sorry crutches…”

As Christine approaches her as she is about to get up from her bed, Allen’s hand gently presses her on the shoulder and puts her back on the bed.

“Hey, Allen. The teacher is on patrol, so get out…”
“Today, just rest well as Dr. Agnes said. Instead, I will spin.”
“Uh? Oh no. I’m just walking around normally… And it’s during the festival, but I can’t enjoy the festival because of me…”
“Today’s festival was just going to pass and rest. And don’t worry. I’m going to patrol with Clos Cero. Is that right, Clos Cero?”