I'M SUMMONING THE SWORDMASTER RYUJI HONDA

3. ORGE-LORD

The Ogre-lord began to walk slowly towards the man. It was an Ogre over four meters tall, taller than the roofs of the houses in this village. Its skin was as red as blood. There were sharp horns protruding upwards in the middle of its forehead.

The man I had summoned began to prepare to meet the arrival of the Ogre-lord who would soon come to attack him.

The little girl in my lap continued to cry silently and stiffly. Her body wouldn't stop trembling.

I was not much different from her, right now cold sweat was pouring down my forehead. I was horrified to see the figure of the blood-red Ogre.

"Miss Elena... Miss Elena!"

I was startled by a voice from beside me. It was the soldier I had saved.

"Please heal your bleeding, Miss. Your face is getting paler."

Yes, that's right. I was injured. My right arm was injured.

I immediately chanted a spell to heal the wound on my right arm. I am a Priest. And like most Priests in general, my magic elemental is light.

Light magic has more of a support function than a frontline group in a party. And healing and protective magic are the basic magic of the light magic.

I had lost a lot of blood.

I began to feel tired in my body. Perhaps because of the amount of blood that had flowed from the wound on my right arm.

"Miss, are you alright?" asked the soldier beside me.

"Yes, thank you."

I looked back ahead. Towards the battle between the man and the Ogre-lord.

All the Ogres gathered around the battle. They cheered for their leader who was fighting against the sword-wielding hero I had summoned.

Without realizing it, I had acknowledged him as a hero.

The cold night air seemed to represent the atmosphere in this village. So tense and terrifying.

The wound on my right hand had almost closed completely. The little girl who sitting on my lap was starting to grip my hand more tightly. Now, her eyes was not just fear. But also a hope.

Now all the eyes of the people in this village were watching the battle that was taking place. The man in front of me had now given hope to the remaining people in this village. All of them, all the surviving villagers, folded their hands together. Praying for the victory of the hero who had come to save the village.
It could be seen that the man was circling the red Ogre's body very quickly. Making the creature in front of him confused. The red Ogre's eyes had difficulty following the movements of the sword-wielding man.

The Ogres began to be silent, seeing their leader who was starting to be overwhelmed by the small human in front of him. He was the Ogre-lord. An Ogre over four meters tall. In the current battle, he had to struggle to face a human who was not even two meters tall.

The man then jumped and scratched his sword on the sole of the red Ogre's foot in front of him. Continuously circling the red Ogre's body while injuring its legs.
The red Ogre growled in anger. The Ogre became more and more savage. It swung its axe, which was twice the length of a human body, irregularly. Stomping both feet on the ground in annoyance and anger.

The red Ogre seemed to feel insulted. Insulted by a human who had made him overwhelmed. A human with an agile body who kept running around him.
Now my wound had closed completely. And I turned my body towards the soldier in front of me. It was time for me to heal him. I saw the soldier's eyes fixed and silent, looking at the scene in front of him.