“It was him,” Margrave Orquell said as he looked down at the bodies of the bandits.4

‘Cleanly snapped necks, backs deeply shredded as if they had been clawed by a beast, I can see the way they were fleeing from the overwhelming force.’0

Orquell ran the scenario in his head as he closed his eyes. It was quite obvious how the barbarian took down its enemies.1

‘Well done, barbarian.’0

Knights were treated like seedlings who trained in swordsmanship all their lives. They were practically war machines.1

‘Even such knights fell to the ruthless attacks of the barbarians.’1

The knights were equipped with better armory than the barbarians and had the battle tactics that had been honed over several generations.0

‘If you’re truly strong, there’s no need to depend on tricks.’1

Margrave Orquell was quite familiar with the barbarians. They were creatures that straddled the line between beast and man.0

‘When you can overwhelm your enemy with your strength alone, even a simple slash can become a fatal blow.’0

The margrave had spent all his life fighting such barbarians, the ones who slaughtered knights with mere crude weapons.0

‘In order to defeat them, there’s no need to fight them man to man. They are animals, animals who are wearing the mask of a man.’0

The margrave signaled...1