142. A Protective Shield -3 (Part One)

Translated by A Passing Wanderer

Edited by RED

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A long time ago, Charlotte heard a story from Oscal the Sword King.

He had told her, "Humans cannot win against a giant."

A giant?

Charlotte looked over at him.

It was currently late at night, somewhere in a rural village in Humite's vicinity.

Oscal, having acknowledged her for the first time earlier in the day, was setting up the firewood. It was around the time that he had begun teaching her her first swordsmanship technique.

He turned his head to Charlotte and continued on from where he left off, "That's right. A long time ago, I had an opportunity to fight the Necromancer King. Back then, I had to fight off countless monsters, as well as the king of all undead he had summoned."

The king of all undead boasting a gigantic body a dozen-plus metres tall. It possessed four bone hands and swung around a massive sword with them.

Oscal had experienced several very close brushes with death at this creature's incredible power.