The Human Saint is Bored, so I was Summoned to Another World

The Wrath of the Holy Saint (Part 3)

"It's Bloodbath, the skill of the Iron Princess!" I continued his words, for standing in front of us was Lily. Her eyes were of blood crimson, and on her hands was a pair of swords taken from the fallen Imperial soldiers tasked to rein her in. Her weakness dissipated, and she walked menacingly towards us.

"S-Swords at the ready!" the Traveler ordered his men. I could sense panic in his voice, and so was the sudden wavering of his soldiers' morale.

But there's something different about Lily's Bloodbath this time. If I could describe her right now, it's like she's terrible, yet formidable at the same time.

"I don't know who you are." Lily spoke to the Traveler, "But the moment you hurt my friends is the moment you'll die."

"Surround her quick! We still have the advantage in numbers!"

But Lily would never let them take positions; she made a quick work of the soldiers who tried to overpower her. Her swordplay caused many of their necks to be slashed cleanly, which nearly lopped their heads off.

It is a sickening sight.

However, contrary to what I feared, Lily was consciously attacking. I could tell because her eyes—as bloody red as it was, had a sad expression on it. And unlike from what I read, her attacks were precise and toned-down, proof that she's holding back on going berserk.

"What happened?" I asked her, "You're not berserk right now, are you?"

"Uh...I am not!" Lily answered, flashing me a reassuring smile, "And the fact that I could talk to you normally like this means it's true. But yes, I'm using the Bloodbath skill!"

The Traveler dove towards me, who was equally surprised by his sudden movement.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"If we can't defeat that princess directly, help me take that man hostage instead!"

The other soldiers wasted no time in following the Traveler's frantic orders. They moved to overwhelm me, but I desperately fought them off using the butt of my matchlock gun.

Yes, for short, I'm not going down easily.

"Alright, boys! If you want to defeat the Iron Princess, you'll have to kill me first!"

"Attack that idiot!"

"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

That further emboldened my enemies. Taking it as a challenge, rather as a desperate bluff, they lost their cohesion as they ran headlong into me.

After all, for them, I'm just a sitting duck.

"!!!"

But Lily would never allow the Imperials to just attack me freely. She hurried in to take care of most of the soldiers, and I went in for those who got past her.

The Iron Princess and the Fist of the North Lands.

I think it's the first time that we're called like that by our enemies.

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The Imperial armed line converged upon us, and though she was using her Bloodbath skill, I could tell that Lily's hard-pressed. For one, her body's full of injuries from the torture she suffered, thus, even if her spirit's willing, her physical condition was already limiting her.

The extremely close-quarter nature of the fighting was preventing me from reloading my gun and properly taking aim. My bayonet and dagger were taken off by the Traveler, and so I could only use the matchlock as something like a club, at which I had a small leeway for a full, powerful swing.