The Failed Swordsman Who Became the Strongest After Spamming the 100 Million Years Button

And as I caught the killing blow that was swung down at the president,

「…Allen-kun?」

She looked up at me with a shocked expression.

「Yes. It’s been a while, president.」

「W-Why are you here…?」

「Well, a lot of things have happened. Before that… please don’t move for a while.」

「Eh, understo–… kyaa!?」

I picked up the president and jumped back.

After taking distance from the swordsman with a heinous look in front of me, I extended darkness to her body, which was full of wounds, and healed her wounds in an instant.

「T-Thank you…」

「You’re welcome.」

「…Wait, that’s not it! Why are you in the middle of the Empire!?」

「Obviously I came to rescue you, president. I’ve told you before, haven’t I?『If you call me, I’ll always come to help you…』.」

When I mentioned the promise I made at Christmas,

「……」

The president flushed red and was at a loss for words.

She didn’t say『help me』until the very end, but…

The letter left behind in the student council room… that letter which was wet by her tears, was a clear cry for help.

「Y-You remembered such a trivial conversation?」

「Yes, of course. And… I’m not the only one who came here, you know? Ria, Rose, Lilim-senpai, Ferris-senpai, and Sebas-san… the whole student council members are present.」

「N-No way…!」

「Right now… they’re fighting with the swordsmen who are guarding the residence.」

Listening carefully, I can hear the voice of Ria and others, the sound of swords clashing, and the screams of the guards.

Judging from the sounds, they seem to be holding the upper hand right now.

「Everyone, why…」

Perhaps the president felt really sorry for involving us in all this, as she said so apologetically.

And then,

「Fuhaa, I see… So you are the『Special Class』Allen Rodore! I heard that you were strong enough to cut down Fu and Rain. This is good! There is no better offering to God!」

The man wearing the black cloak laughed eerily, with a heinous smile.

「…Allen-kun, be careful. That man is Gregor Ash, one of the Thirteen Knights of the Oracle. A dangerous, first-rate swordsman wielding an insubstantial ash sword.」

「Thirteen Knights of the Oracle, huh…?」

The guard of the No.1 Noble in the Empire seems not to be someone ordinary.

「…Do you have any escape plan?」

「Ahaha, I’m sorry. Everything was so last minute. To be honest, I don’t have anything at present.」.

If we can cut through this place, we can jump to Ringard Imperial Kingdom with the『spot』we used to get here, but…

The biggest question is how to pull through this predicament where we have been surrounded by the enemy.

「I see… No, I’m sorry. Thank you for saving me. I really appreciate it.」

The president, despite assuming a gloomy look due to the desperate situation, expressed her thanks sincerely.

「The other party is the Thirteen Knights of the Oracle. I’m sure it will not be so easy to escape, but… don’t worry.」

「What do you mean…?」

「Right now I am – just a little stronger.」

I smiled to reassure her and took a step forward.

Then I placed the pseudo-black sword in front of my navel and assumed Seigan no Kamae.

「Gregor Ash. Sorry, but I don’t have much time to dawdle here. I’m going to get started right away.」

「Aa, come at me anytime you want! If I offer a lively man and woman… Fuha, God will be very pleased, too!」

The corner of his lips curled up into a ferocious smile and he pointed the tip of the ashen sword towards me.

And when our gazes met, I kicked the floor strongly.

「G-Gone…!?」

「Where are you looking?」

I appeared behind Gregor in one step.

「……!?」

And drove in a powerful strike at point-blank range.

「First Sword – Flying Shadow!」

Jet-black slash gushed forth, and the cathedral was dyed totally『black』.

「What the hell is this ridiculous power…!? K-Kindle -〈Embers Cross〉!」

The guy, who received a direct hit from Flying Shadow, developed his soul dress without being able to endure it and managed to somehow deflect the trajectory of the slash.

「Su-Sugoi…」

The president’s whisper echoed throughout the cathedral. And when the dust cleared up,

「Bastard… Don’t think you’ll get an easy death!」

Gregor, bleeding from his forehead, glared at me with murderous intent.

「I’m not going to die here. And sorry, but I’m going to finish this quickly.」

Thus, the death battle with Gregor Ash, the Thirteen Knights of the Oracle, began.