I love time travel the most!

Faced with the questioning, the man instead launched into a long explanation: "So that's how it is, so that's how it is. You don't recognize me. But I do recognize you, because right now the capital... no, the entire kingdom is celebrating what you've done. After all, you're a candidate for the next king. Whether it's the ways of the world or the title, even I, who's not interested in those things, can imagine how many absurd and bizarre things you've been carrying. It must have been tough."

"Stop talking nonsense and answer my question, or I'll take action next time!"

"That's really going too far. But without such arrogance, one can't shoulder the responsibility of the nation. Although I can't understand this sentiment at all. Ah, but I won't deny it just because I can't understand it. I'm different from you; I'm not the kind of person who's prone to arrogance."

"I said there won't be a next time!"

"Kurshu said coldly, while swinging a wind blade in his hand."

The combination of wind magic and [Wind Blessing] is a sword technique that can even cut through the skin of a thick-skinned beluga whale. It is also her signature move - One Hundred People One Katana.

An invisible slash strikes the man, and he may die without even realizing he has been slashed.

however--

"To attack someone when they're having a great time talking, what kind of upbringing did you receive?"

The man tilted his head and gently patted his body, which had just been struck.

A sword technique powerful enough to harm a beluga whale, yet he remained completely unmoved! Not only was his body untouched, but even his clothes showed no signs of being cut!

Kurshu gasped.

Rem was also stiffened by this result that defied common sense.

"Besides, isn't it normal to listen attentively when people are speaking? Although it's your freedom to listen or not, and I won't complain about it, isn't it a bit too much to not let me speak? And now you're not saying anything either, what exactly do you want? Ah, freedom, that's your freedom, and it's also the method you use, right?"

The white-haired man leaned forward, his eyes flashing with an intensified madness.

Then--

"Is that how it is? You're disregarding my few personal rights, aren't you?!"

The next second, the man's hand, which had been hanging down, suddenly rose, and then along a straight line from his arm, the earth, the air, and the world were all cleaved apart.

Not only that, there was also Courthy's arm.

puff-

The sound of skin being torn apart and limbs being ripped apart.

Even Kurshu herself didn't fully react; after a brief moment of blankness, intense pain assaulted her nerves and bleeding caused her to begin convulsing.

"Kursch-sama?!"

Rem quickly placed her hand on the bleeding wound, squeezing out her last remaining magic power to stop the bleeding and heal the wound.

Rem was completely unable to grasp the man's attack and defense techniques. As she considered how to protect the injured Kurshu and help him escape, she suddenly realized that something was wrong.

In this situation, why didn't the other knights come to join the battle?

unless……

"Ahhh, no matter how much we eat, it's never enough! That's why we can't give up on living. Eating, drinking, biting, chewing, tearing, gluttony... Ahhh, thank you for the treat."

A loud, youthful voice came from behind.

He was a short boy with dark brown hair that reached his knees.

Beneath his filthy hair was a short, ragged body, his bare hands and feet covered in mud, grime, and copious amounts of blood.

It turned out that while the white-haired man was taking the attack from Kursh, all the knights around him were killed by this young man all by himself.

Rem's unease was confirmed; her lips trembled and her voice shook.

"You...you are..."

Feeling the same chill from the boy behind him and the man in front of him, even the air seemed to turn cold as if mocking their fear.

Then, as if they had agreed, they nodded together, both revealing smiles that were both incredibly friendly and extremely violent, like devils, and simultaneously gave their names.

"Regrus Corneas, Archbishop of the Witch Cult, the bearer of greed."

"Lei Badenkaitos, Archbishop of Sins of the Witch Cult and Chief of Gluttony."

The stench that lingered on the Oni's nose, which possessed a keen sense of smell, was one that made her feel nauseous.

——Witch’s lingering fragrance!

Chapter 392 Well done, Greed!

Witch Cult.

Moreover, he was a high-ranking bishop.

That title alone is enough to make one despair, let alone the fact that two of them are appearing at the same time.

Rem racked her brains trying to break the status quo.

In terms of combat strength, it is impossible to defeat the two people in front of me.

Fortunately, during the chaotic battle, the vice-leader of the Iron Fang Mercenary Group led some people to escape to the capital to seek reinforcements.

But this place is very far from the capital. Can I hold out until reinforcements arrive?

Even though Kurshu's injuries have been somewhat relieved after some basic treatment, her current condition is still far from optimistic. In addition, she has very little magic left, so even if she transforms into a demon to fight, she doesn't see any chance of winning.

Are we at a loss...?

No, we must stall for time as much as possible, because Rem believes her hero will come to save her!

"You came because the white whale was defeated, and you want to avenge that monster?"

Rem inquired about the enemy's intentions.

Even if the chances of survival are slim, we must gather intelligence while buying time.

"Don't get me wrong, we're not interested in the dead beluga whale, but in the guy who killed it."

The Gluttonous Bishop Badencaitos bared his exceptionally sharp teeth and excitedly shook his head wildly.

It seemed to be breaking free from its restraints, constantly twisting its body and emitting dry laughter.

Rem glanced silently at Bishop Legrus of Greed, who displayed an incredibly cheerful expression and said, "Do I look as thirsty as him? Rest assured, I'm not like that guy. I hate fighting. Personally, I'm already exhausted just protecting my personal property; I don't have time to think about anything else."

He clenched his fist, engrossed in his speech.

However, upon closer examination, one can discover that his speech was utter nonsense, merely reciting specious and dubious theories.

If he can't win an argument, he'll get angry and accuse the other person of being greedy.

As expected, the Witch Cult is full of people with mental problems.

Anger surged and boiled.

Rem placed the unconscious and seemingly dead Kurshu aside, then took out her most proficient weapon and forcibly condensed the remaining magic power into several ice pillars that floated in mid-air.

They showed no sign of surrendering.

Hehehehehe—

"Hmph, still planning to resist? You clearly have no strength left."

Both of them could see that the blue-haired maid was already at her limit, and they either scoffed at or scorned her determination to resist.

Even if Rem were at her peak, she wouldn't be able to do anything to them, let alone without physical strength and magic power right now.

However, the blue-haired maid remained unmoved.

Regulus was annoyed: "Hey, are you even listening to me? I already said I didn't want to fight anymore! You heard me but you still have this attitude, which means you're ignoring my opinion and infringing on my rights. Even if I'm a magnanimous person with no desires, I can't forgive that."

"Is that all you wanted to say, Witch Cult?"

Rem swung the iron ball chain, her eyes gleaming with unwavering determination, and proclaimed, "One day, a hero will appear to destroy you! That will be your end!"

"Hey—we'd love to see people like that. Someone who can convince you to that extent would be a real treat for us!"

The Gluttonous Bishop Badencaitos clapped his hands merrily, not with the gaze one would give an enemy, but with a purer, more focused look—the kind of gaze only a demon with a voracious appetite would have.

Faced with her own madness and violent hunger, the blue-haired maid stood tall and declared, "State my name! I am Rem, the servant of my beloved Subaru Natsuki, who will one day become a hero! Prepare yourselves, for Rem's hero will surely punish you!"

He swung the iron ball, and an ice pillar shot out. At the same time, Rem's body leaped up as if he were being shot out.

In response, the Gluttony Bishop Badencaitos opened his mouth full of fangs.

"What a spirit! Well then—I'll begin!"

We're about to meet, we're about to collide.

In that instant, Rem's scrolling memories were filled with that person's image.

Then--

"Sorry, I'm late."

Just as Gluttony was about to devour the blue-haired maid, a fiery red figure descended from the sky, unleashing an unstoppable gust of wind that easily blew away the diminutive Bishop of Gluttony, Badenkathos.

Even Kurshu, who was lying unconscious on the ground, was blown several meters away. However, just before he was about to land, he was caught by another person who had silently appeared at the scene.

Rem, who was forcibly gathering her energy for the battle, lost it due to the intervention of an outsider.

The girl, slumped on the ground, had finally been greeted by her hero! Unfortunately, it wasn't the Natsuki Subaru she had been longing for, but a man with fiery red hair, dressed in white knight's attire, whose usual cheerful smile had turned serious, and an indescribable sense of oppression emanated from him.

He called out the person's name while still in a daze.

"Lord Reinhardt?!"

This person is none other than the Sword Saint who is coming to join Kurshu and the others!

Not only him, Rem also noticed that a charming woman had appeared behind him at some point, gently putting down Kursch, whom he had just been protecting.

"I was skeptical when Kobayashi said we would encounter two high-ranking criminals, but I never expected to actually meet them here. Luckily, we met someone who went back first."

Reinhard briefly explained his reason for appearing, then turned to the maid behind him and joked, "I'm sorry, Miss Rem, I'm sure my appearance disappointed you. You must have been hoping Subaru would come to the rescue."

"You flatter me, Lord Reinhard. Rem is truly grateful for your presence."

Rem breathed a sigh of relief.

The title of "strongest on Earth" is no joke; he is the strongest swordsman of all time.

It is said that Reinhard has the strength to go toe-to-toe with the Witch of Envy, Satella. Although this has not been confirmed, it is almost a fact that everyone accepts.

"Could this guy be the hero she was talking about, Natsuki Subaru?"

Baden-Kathos sounded very annoyed.