The Saint Bird's Door [2]

Aint straightened his half-bent waist. He slowly drew his sword with a smooth sound.

A strong stench assaulted his nose.

His skin bristled at the blatant killing intent.

And then.

His aura responded to the intensely unpleasant energy.

<...A magic beast.>

No, that was wrong. Not a magic beast. Magic 'beasts.'

Red pupils emerged one by one from the darkness. Aint put aside his question of 'when did they get here?' for now.

They were 7th-grade magic beasts in the form of giant 3-meter scorpions. And there were dozens of them.

Each one was a formidable opponent that could take on an average knight. These 7th-grade beasts were not to be taken lightly.

"...Why are magic beasts here?"

If the opponent hadn't been Aint Armian.