The Extra Wants To Live

While Garten was not taking much damage, everyone else was taking more and more damage.

If things continued this way, soldiers with no mana would go blind one by one, starting with those with the least amount of mana.

Milton's mana was limited, so it was over.

A decision had to be made.

Carl stood with his back to the window, breathing deeply into his chest.

"Me!"

Everyone flinched in surprise at the sudden outburst.

It was already dark and their vision was blurry, but now because of the curse, they were practically blind.

Everyone felt tense, and their hearts trembled. But the moment they heard the loud shout, like the sound of a brass trumpet blowing, their frozen bodies suddenly felt like they were heating up.

"Follow me!"

"…understood."

Immediately afterward, when he heard Carl's extremely reckless and irrational shout, Garten just laughed in absurdity.

"You really think you're a hero."

Regardless, Carl really started running with the spear in his hand, with Catherine and Billford guarding him as they ran together.

Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!

"Hoo! Ha! Hoo! Ha!"

Then, surprisingly, the soldiers of the Laurel Unit, who were supposed to be blind, started running in unison!

"Listen to my voice! I am here! Run after me and defeat the enemy as always!"

Carl's scream ripped the night sky like thunder. And the tip of the spear that Carl aimed at the target remained steady.

"What!"

Garten was startled when he saw Carl running straight at him, aiming straight at him in the waves of eyeballs.

"Jaren!"

"Hmm!"

Jaren jumped in without a moment's hesitation, seeing where Carl was aiming.

There was a flash of light, and Garten hurriedly leaped out from between the eyeballs and into the sky.

"Number 1 is from the left, and number 4 is on the far right! Numbers 1 and 2, move forward, number 3, step back, and number 4, move to the right!"

Carl immediately assigned numbers to the sisters of Duren and gave them orders they could follow. Most of them were blind and couldn't even tell left from right.

But the moment Carl turned his head, looked straight ahead, and shouted, they could realize that Carl was looking at them accurately and giving orders.

Carl's voice, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, pointed them in the right direction and gave them direction.

Crunch!

"Nonsense!"

All of Duren's sisters simultaneously began to move as Carl wished. Carl did not stop despite Garten's denial of reality.

"Milton! Carry on, carry on me!"

"Yes! … … Yes?"

"Milton! Treat my eyes!"

Milton hurriedly jumped on Carl's back and used his magic to heal Carl, leaving him in shock. The amount of mana consumed was unusual.

From the moment Carl first gave the order, Garten used both of his eyes to curse Carl, and by then Carl had completely lost his eyesight.

If he had stayed like this for just a little longer, both of his eyes would have been crushed and poured out.

The pain was beyond imagination.

It was more strange that his eyeballs were rotting away and melting, but he didn't feel any pain.

Even so, the reason Carl was able to run and give instructions as if he could see everything clearly was because of his powerful intuition that went beyond human cognition—a transcendent sense, like foresight.

"Jaren, chase after him and take him down! Number 4, advance slowly and defend, Numbers 1 and 2 advance to the right front!"

Carl, who had barely regained some of his vision thanks to Milton's magic, confidently gave the order.

Everyone who heard the order could perceive Carl's intentions with strange precision. His purpose and direction were clearly conveyed, as if their minds were connected as one.

Jaren charged with all his might towards the eyeball that served as a springboard for Garten as he fled into the sky, tearing down the tower of eyeballs not only with his Mana Blade and Halberd but also with his entire body.

"Huh!"

After Jaren passed by, Garten fell down. At that moment, Carl's scream rang out once again.

"Number 3! Attack the front!"

"Hmm!"

Choaaaah!

The third sisterhood member who had been waiting, Lyanna, and the little woman simultaneously swung their silver staffs, smashing the eyeballs rushing to support Garten as he fell nearby.

The impact spread with a halo of light, and Garten eventually fell to the ground as his crushed eyeballs burst.

"Dare!"

"Attack!"

There was no need for Carl to give directions. It was thanks to Garten's shouting in anger that he exposed his position.

Sisters 1 and 2, who were running, waved their staffs toward the sound, and Garten covered his head with his arms and threw himself with all his might.

Kwaaaaang!

Six Sisters of Duren swung their silver staffs simultaneously.

The fierce light and shock shattered his eyeballs and pushed Garten away with all their might.

Garten flew off to the right.

Although the force was incredible, there were no major injuries on Garten's body. His special ability was indeed something to be wary of. In addition to handling curses and eyeballs, his physical abilities were also superior.

Garten paused and changed direction when he saw that the sisterhood member designated by Carl as number four was already occupying the seat.

"Jaren!"

"Interrupted! The imperial bastard!"

Jaren, who turned around at Carl's shout and ran like a swarm, aimed for Garten.

But as Garten glared at him, waving his arms with all his might, his eyes raced forward at an unprecedented speed, blocking his path, and curses poured down.

Garten's black eyes and all the eyes in the courtyard were looking at Jaren.

Jaren resisted with mana but still could not block all the curses. Jaren's eyes were crushed, blood poured out, and his vision suddenly blacked out.

Jaren, who had lost his sight, struggled to find Garten in the tidal wave of noise pouring in.

But he couldn't find him.

"Stomach."

But when Carl's soft voice cut through the noise with eerily clear clarity, even though it was so small that Garten couldn't hear it, it was clearly heard by Jaren alone.

Jaren was able to swing his halberd with confidence, as if a god had whispered a secret to him from high above.

Woohoo!

"Kkaaa!"

The sound of mana blades tearing through the air. And Garten's tearing scream.

The moon hanging in the sky was covered by black shadows, then fell and shone again. Garten fell from the sky, holding his severed shoulder with his left hand.

"Ugh!"

Boom! Clang!

Wedge!

Carl stomps his feet hard and throws his spear with all his might.

The sound of the floor shaking.

The roar of steel.

And the tip of the spear rips the air.

Phew!

In the blurry vision, a falling new type is impaled on a window and flies away.

It looks like it's over.

But Carl knew it wasn't over.

Gulp.

The rolling eyes stop and look at one place.

A new type of flying Garten.

Black eyes with their backs to the moon, their depths, their radiance radiating from the abyss.

Inside, something is looking at Karl.

"Carl."

In that moment, Carl's eyesight, which was barely maintained by Milton's magic,

evaporates and disappears.

"You have to die here."

Carl is not sure if that was Garten's voice.