The two Nazarick Old Guarders which the warrior had been holding back advanced, with one heading towards the cleric and the other marching towards the rear of the formation. The cleric had been fighting against two from the start, and now he had to fight one more. He no longer had the room to use his magic. The only thing he could do was to try to dodge the attacks coming from three directions.
Even Parupatra, who was doing rather well for himself, was fighting against three opponents and could not help the others.
“The rogue just doesn’t have the firepower. Don’t they have some kind of trump card in their back pocket?”
Now the rogue who had to fight while defending the arcane magic caster had to take on one more opponent and he had already been facing two. A rogue’s light weaponry was unable to deal a decisive blow against a Nazarick Old Guarder— an opponent who was clad in heavy armor and an undead, who had no particular weak points. He tried to dodge with his nimble body, but against the tireless undead, resistance was futile.
“He’s looking over here with such a sad expression~”
“Should we wave to him?”
“tHAT mUch SHoulD be fIne.”
“If it’s okay~!”
Lupusregina waved her hands at Parupatra with an enthusiastic smile.
“...Direct hit.”
“It’s because Lupu distracted him.”
“Fuee~ Is it my fault, then?”
“...Yes. Your fault. But cheering is good. … Go team.”
“Yes. I hope they fight just as enthusiastically.”
Every maid nodded at Yuri’s words.
In the battle with Parupatra’s worker team, the Nazarick Old Guarders had completely dominated the fight from the beginning. Yuri and the maids almost felt sympathy for the workers while spectating a game that could only be described as a one-sided massacre.
Before the battle started, they had snickered at the useless bravado from the workers, but watching this boring fight, they could not suppress their yawns and started cheering for Parupatra’s team.