The Spearmaster and the Black Cat Chapter 124 part2

Eribol panics as he shakes his head in denial of Bill's words.
He's trying to cling to Bill with teary eyes.

“Please pick up a weapon. This youngster is likely an assassin.” (Bill)

“I know that. Shit! Why are you making me hold a weapon!? Can't you quickly finish him off by yourself!?” (Eribol)

Was the answer different from what he expected? Eribol throws a tantrum like a child.

“Your Excellency! Hurry up and take up a weapon, now!” (Bill)

Bill furrows his eyebrows and threatens Eribol with a glare.

“U-Uuh, nuu, understood…” (Eribol)

The plump-faced Eribol retrieves a dagger from below the desk, stands up from his chair, and comes out from the side of the table with a trembling body.
His legs quiver like those of a newborn fawn.

“You know, anyways…”, while sighing, “… Are you done with the farce?” I ask.

I talk down to the other party with ridiculing words, but Bill doesn't react.
He fixes his eyes on the Magic Halberd in my right hand.
And, looking at the figure of the RollodeenBlack Panther, he hesitates.

“… Youngster… you are a lancer?” (Bill)

The grim old man asks politely.

“Yes, I am. You are the one known as president, am I correct?” (Shuuya)

“Indeed. I'm President Bill Sokuld, the president of 【Owl's Fangs】.”

Bill is pointing the tip of his heavy-looking two-handed sword at me, yet still introduces himself courteously.
In that case, I suppose I might as well introduce myself too, though I'll limit it to just my name.

“My name is Shuuya. Shuuya Kagari.”

“Shuuya, huh? So, to which dark guild do you belong?” (Bill)

“Dark guild? It looks like you're misunderstanding something here; I don't belong to any dark guilds.” (Shuuya)

“Don't play dumb here!—” (Bill)

Flaring up almost instantly, Bill suddenly begins to rage.
The wrinkles converge on his forehead, as if new cuts had been added.
No sooner than forming an expression filled with anger, he kicks the floor and thrusts out the two-handed sword's point.
His sword is reasonably fast because of his skillful footwork, utilizing the Magic Combat Style.
I draw backwards to dodge the coming sword.
Even though I'd evaded his attack, Bill doesn't care and pulls back the two-handed sword, which he'd extended straight forward, and continues into his next action.
While holding the broadsword slanted towards the ground, he rotates his arm around as if to draw a big moon, and alongside a single, precise step-in, throws the broadsword blade off it's diagonal position.
I can't sense anything but anger from Bill's expression, but unlike his emotions, his swordsmanship is very calm.
The chain attack of sword thrusts is similarly smooth.
I'll keep him company in close quarters combat for a little bit.
While making a slight retreat to avoid the two-handed sword's blade, closing in on me from above in a diagonal zigzag as if it were a snake, I hit it slightly with the axe part of my Magic Halberd, repelling it.
Given that Bill had his two-handed sword knocked upwards, his chest is full of openings.
— I launch a piercing stab towards his chest to repay him for his own assault.
I thought that my return thrust would sink into Bill's chest without resistance.
However, Bill hurls his raised two-handed sword high into the air and comes at me unarmed. He dodges the red spear section by sliding on his feet towards me, and then continues by smacking his hands on the ground and twisting his body upwards.
As he does so, he unleashes a roundhouse kick from the left. A blade is protruding out from the tip of his boot.
So that's how you're going about it? — I dodge the bladed kick with a twist of my body.
Had he assumed that his kick would be evaded? He continues by limply twirling like a puppet, and unleashes a backhand chop at me.
I duck, evading said chop.
— Eat a kick!
I eagerly lift my knee, similar to that of a thai boxer, from my bent-down posture, and send forth a mancharged knee strike.

Bill immediately reacts with a movement unbefitting of his gigantic physique.
While jumping back a bit to the rear, he catches the two-handed sword that he had tossed into the air and uses it as a shield to defend against my front kick that is coming at him, sole first.
— He retreats while making his body shrink.
However, seemingly having failed to kill the kick's impact, he crashes against the desk behind him with his back.
At that moment, I notice the sound of water splashing and can see that Bill's boots have gotten soaked.

Still on his feet, he launches a fast, powerful chain attack, forcing me to parry it with an equally fast counterattack, fending off his onslaught within only a few milliseconds.
Bill appears to possess the amount of strength one would expect from the president of a shadowy organization.
In addition, his handling of the heavy-looking two-handed sword is incredibly skillful.

He jumps with his back facing me, and while doing so, he directs his gaze towards me and deliberately let's go of the leather wrapped sword hilt as it's suspended in the air. The movement of once again grabbing the two-handed sword in mid-air, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, was amazing.
There might be a school of two-handed sword techniques as well, but for now I'll just use him as reference.
With this, I'm able to study new ways of handling Cursed Sword Beet.
But, to continue with these movements for so long, ah—
Upon seeing him once again trying to thrust at me, Rollo suddenly joins in.
RollodeenBlack Panther starts attacking Bill with six of her tentacles as she dashes forward.
It appears that she's come up with a game plan while she was watching my battle with Bill.
She has chosen a very good point in time to join in…
Somehow, she seems to have been getting quite skilled at assisting in battle as of recently.

Bill just keeps defending, unable to move even the slightest bit.
Even the desk behind him is receiving rapid strikes from the tentacle bone swords.
The bronze owl statue, that had been placed on the desk, becomes full of holes and drops to the floor.
The desk, which was the sole remaining cover for Eribol, gets demolished from having been whittled down by machine gun-like rapid attacks.

“Hi-Hiiii” (Eribol)

Did the one-sided onslaught crush Eribol's will to fight so much that he's fallen to his fear? He sinks to the floor, as if he were weakly crumbling apart.
RollodeenBlack Panther continues her assault unrelentingly, without any signs of stopping the chain attacks of tentacle bone swords.
While revealing a frantic expression, Bill grasps the two-handed sword tightly with his left hand, and defends against the unending chain attacks with the tip of his sword as if in a Slash Mode*. Sparks, that could be confused for fickle lights, scatter from the intense clashing of blades as the shrieks of screeching metal shake the atmosphere.

Chapter end