The Extra Wants To Live

She was on the left, which was understandable considering that was where the most aggressive attacks were usually concentrated.

Two knights rushed toward Catherine, but instead of retreating despite the unfavorable situation, Catherine charged at them instead.

Chae-Ang!

"Ugh!"

The rebel knight who crossed swords with Catherine was startled.

The rhythm of the attack was suddenly broken by Catherine's amazingly precise timing. And for a moment, he was alone.

He was exactly half a step ahead of the knight who was running alongside him, and Catherine was supposed to dig in diagonally to protect him because the knight who was supposed to be there was behind him instead of beside him.

Over the past year, Catherine had mastered the gist of everything written in Gilbert's book.

Although she was unable to fully grasp the mind-bogglingly detailed combat logic, she had already reached a new level just by doing so.

With just one exquisite move, Catherine overcame the disadvantage of numbers, cut off her opponent's breathing, and leisurely pushed away his sword, which was unable to exert force in time, and seized the right to attack unilaterally.

The longsword's sharp blade, dug deep into the mugwort, was aimed precisely at the opponent's face.

On the other hand, the opponent's sword was pushed away and aimed at empty space.

If he had reacted quickly, he could have aimed for Catherine's side or leg, but it was a little too late.

And Catherine wasn't so clumsy that she'd tolerate it.

Siwsh—!

Stab—!!

Catherine swung her sword with all her might. It wasn't a normal stab.

She firmly pushed the hand holding the hilt to the left, entangling the opponent's blade in the crossguard.

Even if there was a reaction, it could be a one-sided attack. Catherine's power of using mana as electricity pushed the sword back, and her arm turned along with it.

Catherine held her sword at eye level, while the rebel knight's hand was down, having lost his tempo.

Catherine was short, but she couldn't be pushed around by Rich in this situation.

In that situation, a strong crossguard was blocking the weak blade, and a one-sided offensive was being carried out.

The result was as obvious as day.

Cock!

The rebel knight twisted his body with all his might in a last desperate attempt, but Catherine's sword strike followed him as if sucked in, accurately digging into the slit in his visor.

Amazingly sophisticated swordsmanship. The blow took his life, and Catherine slammed her shoulder into the falling body with all her might.

Bang!

"Ugh!"

The corpse of a knight in heavy armor flew limply backward.

A rebel knight who was about to turn sideways and attack Catherine right behind him hastily jumped out of the way.

He dove to the right, an instinctive movement for a right-handed person.

He tried to turn to the right from the side, because that would make it easier to swing the sword.

Visor!

Thud!

Of course, Catherine knew this. She swung her sword at her off-balanced opponent, got close, and then struck him in the chest with her knee.

Even if he was protected by armor, he couldn't completely block the power of a knight who used mana as power.

A feeling of dizziness and shock was felt, and the knight desperately tried to grab Catherine and knock her down.

The dizziness wasn't necessarily because his body was floating under Catherine's power. Immediately after being hit, he could hold on, but after just one breath, his back bent and his knees started shaking from the shock.

Before that, he had to knock her down and start wrestling. Catherine was short and light, so if she got into wrestling and held on tight, he should have a chance.

Clank!

But Catherine was one step ahead.

Catherine twisted her body with all her might and hit the rebel knight with her shoulder even while still holding him in place.

Thud!

It didn't do any damage, but it was enough to push him away.

The rebel knight took two steps back and swung his sword with all his might at Catherine, who was just a perfect gap between their swords.

Quack...

But Catherine didn't fight back, but used her recoil to back away. The sword stroke lightly grazed her breastplate.

"Ugh!"

And exactly one breath later, the shock of being hit in the chest ran up his spine and the rebel knight felt a chill in his lower abdomen, gritted his teeth, and backed away hesitantly.

His back naturally bent, and his head naturally tilted forward.

The knife was aimed squarely at Catherine, but her head popped out just in time for her to be in an unstable position.

Clank!

Catherine, who had stepped back slightly, charged in as if nothing had happened, suppressing the knight's faintly trembling sword swing with her crossguard and then striking his head.

Cock!

"Keuhp!"

The mana-infused blade cut through the helmet and dug into it. But it didn't reach his head, it just sent a shock.

That was enough.

Bang!

Catherine took a step further and hit the rebel knight in the head with her elbow.

She turned around in shock and stomped on the arm of her opponent who had fallen, grabbed the ricasso, and stabbed him in the armpit.

The rebel knight couldn't even scream.

The blade dug deep into his left armpit and struck the center of his back, his spine.

Catherine twisted her right hand around her left hand holding the ricasso and slashed at the heart, which was slightly off-target, then skillfully drew her sword and retreated.

The other two knights who arrived late hesitated for a moment after seeing their comrades dead in an instant.

Catherine now leisurely stepped back and resumed her original position.

Her appearance seemed to be the same as before, except her unwavering swordplay was soaked in blood.

***

By the time Catherine had killed the two knights, Carl and Billford had also begun fighting the enemy.

However, the battle was a little different with Catherine.

"Billford!" Carl shouted.

"Yes!" Billford responded.

Unlike the already mature Catherine, the two young men in their growing years could not fight with her level of skill.

Carl and Billford were still growing. If only they had stayed just one more year...

Billford moved slightly back to the center and approached Carl, who then turned to the right and took up a position on Billford's left rear.

When attacking one enemy with a sword from one direction, the maximum number of people that would actually be effective is only two.

Anything more than that will only cause interference and become a hindrance.

Originally, there were two people rushing toward Billford and one toward Carl.

But as they settled in, all three attacks were focused on Billford, who had leapt forward.

Naturally, the opponent's right side tried to distance itself from Billford and target Carl.

As he turned slightly and approached, Carl grabbed Billford's shoulder.

Clank!

Both young men took a sharp step back at the same time.

Due to that one exquisite step, the paths of the knight in front and the knight on the detour ended up overlapping right in front of Billford.

If there were three of them, attacking from the front wouldn't help much.

Eventually, the knight who had been trying to take the flank changed direction and tried to aim for Carl on the left again, and this choice took away their timing for attack.

The two knights in front reached Billford half a beat later.

A critical situation.

Billford, who was confronting them, aimed his sword only at the knight on the right.

If things continued like this, they would be attacked unilaterally due to their numerical inferiority.

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