Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 101
“Ugh…!”
Clive barely managed to block the blow with his sword, but unable to properly regain his stance, he was steadily being pushed back.
“Kuku… What happened to all that confidence from before?”
Gray said with a savage grin.
(Damn this brute strength… I’ve got to get some distance… It’s humiliating, but I don’t have a choice.)
Thinking this, Clive relaxed his arm and quickly shifted his body to the side. Though his left arm was cut off at the shoulder, he aimed his right hand at Gray and launched an icicle at point-blank range.
“You’re kidding me?!”
Gray instinctively raised his arm to block and retreated backward.
(This bastard… He didn’t even hesitate to sacrifice his left arm to counterattack.)
In Gray’s left arm, a 4 cm thick icicle was now embedded. Though he considered using a potion to heal the wound, he prioritized killing Clive before the distance between them widened again, and went back on the attack. However—
“Guuuugh…!”
Grimacing in pain, Clive conjured an ice wall between them to buy time. While Gray was stalled by the wall, Clive shouted toward the rear, where Mordy was supposed to be on standby, in hopes of having him heal the injury.
“Hey, Mordy! I know you’re watching—heal me already!”
Leaning against the wall, on the verge of fainting from pain and blood loss, Clive struggled to stay conscious by using a potion. But no matter how many times he called, there was no response from Mordy.
If things continued like this, Gray would soon destroy the ice wall. And when that happened, Clive would be the next to die—without a doubt.
“Why the hell aren’t you here yet, you useless bastard…?!”
Clicking his tongue, Clive started to stagger toward the place where Mordy had been waiting. At that moment—
“Seems you’re struggling quite a bit. Took quite a beating, haven’t you? Now you can’t even talk down to Cordo.”
A voice rang out, and Gilbert appeared, holding a bloodstained one-handed sword.
“What… are you doing here? Your job is to protect Lord Margris. And that sword…”
Clive glared at Gilbert as he spoke.
“Hmm? Ah, I got bored, that’s all. Oh, right—Mordy won’t be coming. He tried to run, so I killed him.”
“…What?”
Hearing Gilbert casually mention abandoning his duty and killing an ally without a hint of emotion, Clive was left speechless. His thoughts in disarray, he unconsciously started backing away from Gilbert.
“What’s wrong? Why are you backing away? I came all this way to help you.”
With those words, Gilbert began approaching slowly. Clive’s instincts screamed in warning. He knew exactly what the man before him was about to do.
“Don’t… come any closer!”
Clive quickly extended his right arm, trying to conjure an icicle—but—
“Don’t be reckless now. That’s dangerous.”
Before he could, Gilbert sliced off Clive’s right arm.
“You… bastar— gph!”
Then, without hesitation, Gilbert plunged his sword into Clive’s throat. Blood gushed from Clive’s mouth and neck as he collapsed. The last thing he saw was Gilbert’s hideously twisted smile.
With Clive dead, the ice wall lost its strength and shattered easily.
Afterward, what Gray saw was Clive, missing both arms, lying dead in a pool of his own blood.