A Banished Failure Survives in the Borderland and Becomes an S-Rank Exorcist

Magic sword, sixteen nights.

As Alfred watched as he continued to sharpen, he lit his sword in the moonlight.

……

My body has already recovered.

The battle against Bell was a fatal one. That is because Alfred also challenged with his whole body and spirit. An endless battle until one of them dies. He thought. In this battle, it may be me... who will die.

But he won the hand.

Beyond human limits, he defeated the fully awake Bertina Wright.

Last secret sword.

Special sword moves with the name of the Magic Sword.

The cause of Bell's defeat was that he did not know his opponent's secret sword.

On the other hand, Alfred knew. The existence of that secret sword.

Secret sword, Oborotsuki night.

It is a secret sword that I have witnessed many times. Every time the user changes, it changes again and again. But just getting close to completion is not the perfect secret sword. Even that awakened bell had its secret sword incomplete.

So Alfred's secret sword is perfect? The question arises... but it's not the same. His secret sword, the sixteenth night, is still on the way.

"Phew...."

Take a breath.

There's only one thing Alfred thinks. Producing the ultimate secret sword. It can never be done alone. He was a heretic among the wizards. I don't feel pleasure in the killing itself, nor do I find anything special in the fight against humans.

His wish was to obtain the secret sword.

A secret sword you haven't seen yet. We can't reach that other side after 150 years or more.

Towards that place, he moved on.

"Mr. Alfred, how are your wounds?

"Aurelial..."

Among the Magus, Aureel was the only one who talked to Alfred so much. Then he looked sideways at the aureel entering the room and answered the other person's question.

"The symptoms have healed completely. But the Magic Sword will take a little longer."

"I see. So, how was it this time?

"The Bertina Light could have been... no."

"But what about her?

"That little girl?

"Yeah. There would have been potential."

"... I see. No, she might, she might."

That was a hunch.

The moment he saw Shelley, he remembered a woman.

It also resembles a very similar appearance, even the shape of the swordsmanship it handles. Speaking of the same swordsmanship, I personally had habits, but Shelley's was too... very similar.

Really? I will not hesitate to cooperate with you. "

"I see... it always helps."

"No, excuse me."

"Ahh...."

With all due respect, Aureliel leaves.

I never saw him until the end.

And again, Alfred looks up at the sky through the window.

A quiet night without dusk. Only the moonlight illuminates this room.

Then he kept sharpening the magic sword again.