Strengthening the lower half of my body even more with magic, I take a step forward. I unleashed a thrust aimed at the black knight’s heart, but his shield came between us and his body was swept away. When I was about to lose my stance, a sword came swinging down over my head. “[Air Hammer]” Using the magic that was easy to use and had saved my life so many times, the mass of air changed the trajectory of the sword. I gave up on the chase and stepped back to get some distance. I had only been near him for a few seconds, but I felt pain all over my body and a sense of fatigue. It was probably the effect of the evil air coming from the black knight. It’s a disadvantage to prolong it, if you’re going to engage in close combat. “I’ll use magic!” “Hai ~tsu!”
I used magic to develop my magical power. You don’t even remember me, and you think that’s a [Hero]? It’s impossible that it’s that guy on the inside because his sword muscles are completely different from Licht’s. Maybe her memory is muddled, maybe it’s gone, maybe it’s both.
TN: He talks about the muscles that are toned during swordsmanship training. It’s different for different schools/styles. I guess she lost them when she turned into an undead and they got clouded. She lost the god she believed in, the man she loved abandoned her, and yet she can’t give up, so she clings to something else. It’s pathetic. The only way I could think of to save her was to extinguish her existence.