An S-ranked Party's Burden Tamer, I Awoke My True Power by Killing a Familiar ~The Exiled Tamer

It was Fayed's behavior, ready to die.

Durahan is invited to die. I thought I could get closer to death than Mayle, who had been targeted by fear of death.

But still...

"... damn... this then... not enough...!

Death, if we don't get closer to death, we can't distract Durahan.

"Mr. Fayed!

"Quera! Don't ever recover!

"But!"

Quera eats down, but Fayed didn't allow her to recover.

"Focus on Mail's recovery and support! I can't beat someone like this."

Fayed's aim is one thing.

The only way to hit a monster is to hit a monster.

"Don't just let Mail die until Mireolo gets here"

As long as Mail is alive, Mireolo will not abandon us.

No, Fayed himself had no idea of self-preservation anymore.

Party members at least just came up with the best solution to survive safely.

"Gu......"

"Mr. Fayed!

Increases the amount of Fayed bleeding.

"Do it this far... even this far! I am! Look! Can't you get it? Ahhhhhhhh."

Screaming further accelerates Fayed's bleeding.

So finally......

"Finally... you turned this way"

Finally turned around. Former party member, Roig... the monster Durahan, goes over to Fayed.

I feel safe and powerless, but I can't end up here.

The neck flies with a swing of Durahan. Fayed had that readiness.

If I can buy some time at the end of the day, I will hold my sword in with one right arm with that one heart.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"

"Mr. Fayed!

Special Attack of Death.

It was Fayed's, scrupulous, shapeless and nothing that made it one right arm, and still, it was the first blow Fayed had ever really waved for someone in his life.

"Gruaaaaaaaaa"

"Ha ha..."

"Mr. Fayed! Oh no..."

Suddenly, Fayed was swept away by Durahan's sword, putting together every blow of his death.

It was clear that Quera would follow the blown fade with her eyes, but no longer even the Virgin's heel would help.

But still, he's not dead yet.

"Yes... come..."

Fayed provokes Durahan when he finally talks.

Durahan does not respond to provocation.

But quietly, slowly, he was invited by the Death Fade to move on.