Taking the Required

"Let us continue with the preparations for tomorrow. Take out your weapons."

They took out their weapons and handed them to Damien, who in turn piled them according to their types.

The elves were magic users who also used short swords. They belonged to the Magic Knight category.

The dwarves had a lot of power. They carried an iron hammer along with a magic rifle.

Reiya was the magic engineer. Her task was to repair the rifles and keep them in working condition. She also had a compound crossbow.

Sugimaru had a spear while Ben, Morty, and Alex were regular knights who fought in the vanguard.

The Beastman was a sharpshooter and a scout. He used the bow and the knives for close combat.

They were a regular squad in the Holy army, the lowest strata of the army.

"Can we access the armory?"

"Not if we want to get punished.", Morty answered.

"Ok then, I need to be escorted to the armory now. I also need to be armed myself."

"By all of us?"

"Of course."

He smiled.

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As soon as Damien was going to step into the armory, he had been blocked by the guards. One of them spoke out loud.

"The dog can only enter the room to the left, orders of the Baron."

They didn't even look at him. The guards had white wings and held onto a halberd each. The Baron had assigned his kind to the armory.

"Understood, let us enter.", Alex said.

"You have ten minutes inside."

"Were these also the orders of the Baron?"

"You human trash!"

Bam!

The guard swung the blunt edge of the weapon at Alex's' torso. He immediately bent down grunting and coughed blood onto the ground.

"Sylvie, heal him."

Sylvie went forward and executed heal magic.

'Looks like low-level magic can only provide temporary relief.'

Damien reflected as Alex got up slowly.

'This guy wanted to get on my good side, only to hurt himself.'

The guard was indifferent to the commotion he caused.

"Enter."