Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem-Chapter 499 : Looking

Alzara being forced into battle by the Arlecch warriors attacking her eased some of the pressure on the Maura warriors.

If the Arlecch warriors were the Maura warriors' worst opponent, Alzara was the Arlecch warriors' worst opponent. She danced between them, nimbly avoiding their spears. If they so much as tried to stab her when caught up in her flow, they would only stab each other.

Alzara slipped through the Arlecch warriors, grazing them with her cursed daggers. They fell like wilting roses wherever she tread.

However, she wasn't invincible, and the Arlecch tribe didn't have only weak cowards who relied on the combination of tactics and numbers to fight. They also had strong warriors.

Otherwise, they would have never been put on the same pedestal as the Maura and Ugri tribe. They had the strength to uphold their reputation, and it wasn't only because of their stargazers.

Arlecch, the tribe of the owl spirit, also had warriors capable of channeling that spirit and transforming.

It was the only tribe that could achieve flight through transformation. A nocturnal predator bird. It solidified their position as the tribe closest to the stars.

It didn't take long for the warriors of the Arlecch tribe to realize that this wasn't a quick fight. They would have to risk all of their lives.

Warriors with wings poking out of their backs, talons on their feet, and feathers covering parts of their body joined the fray.

They weren't as adept at transforming as Goro was, so they couldn't achieve perfect flight. But they could leap into the air and land on Alzara or peck at her like vultures harassing a corpse.

Naturally, Alzara wouldn't go down that easily, especially when they were in the desert. But with the owl warriors keeping her in check, she couldn't level the battlefield. Wherever she went, the owls were quick to follow. When she tried to turn on them, they swiftly soared up and hovered into the air out of her reach.

Before she could wait for them to sink to the ground like hens flapping to stay afloat, the warriors on the ground or other owls would attack her.

Alzara was being pulled in a thousand directions at once, unable to follow through with one.

Goro was being kept at bay by an old man and his shining wooden staff. The other Maura warriors were surrounded by a horde of spearmen trying to turn the half-bears into pincushions.

No one bothered with Borso. Once again, he was overlooked and perhaps forgotten.

It was only natural.

His existence would have no effect on the outcome of the battle. Since killing him first or last wouldn't matter, the Arlecchs would much rather focus on those who actually had an impact on the fight.

What was Borso going to do, tickle them with his arrows? He would be lucky if he could even shoot a tree two steps in front of him with the way his hands were shaking.

The warriors on either side didn't even spare a glance for Borso.

Borso, on the other hand, could do nothing but watch.

The Maura warriors were stronger than him. The opponents keeping them at bay…He didn't stand a chance. As soon as he tried to fight them, they would turn on him and turn him into a pile of diced meat in seconds.

He knew that.

All of the warriors currently fighting were experienced veterans who had raided the Evandiel duchy and fought monsters on the Steppes for years if not decades.

He was just a kid. He had seen action, but he was a long way from experienced or skilled enough to join a battle on this level.

He was extremely lucky that he had even survived this far into it without being hit by a stray arrow or a weapon sent flying by one of the bears.

But oddly enough, the chaotic sounds of battle and the never-ending motion of everything around him calmed him. His panic and fear thawed like snow during spring, and, even more oddly, he found himself asking what Zach would do.

Borso wasn't sure why, but deep down, he felt admiration for Zach. He had only known the traitor for almost a couple of weeks, but no matter what happened, he was always as cool as the autumn breeze. He faced every situation like he had expected them.'

He didn't do much himself.

At first, Borso had looked down on him for only making his maids do everything while he did the bare minimum.

But the more he saw—the more he looked, the more Borso realized that Zach was central to how smoothly they had passed the floors.

Alzara and Nora worked well together. But with Zach acting as the bridge between the two fighters, they worked perfectly together. And whenever something happened, he was there to catch them with his barriers.

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Zach was the glue that filled in the cracks. He only did what was necessary to win and nothing more.

To the common eye, it looked like he was mooching off of his maids and just ignorantly ordering them around.

Borso saw more than that.

That was why he looked at the battlefield. He didn't just point his eyes at all the fights going on at the same time. He looked.

It was currently a stalemate on three fronts.

Goro against Ulminer Go. The four remaining Maura warriors against two-thirds of the Arlecch warriors. Alzara against the remaining third of the warriors.

Alzara was slowly whittling down her opponents. The Arlecchs were slowly wearing down the half-bears. Ulminer Go and Goro were tiring each other out without doing much damage to the other.

Goro's fur looked like a mess, but Borso could tell he was barely injured or bothered by his injuries.

But channeling that much of the bear spirit for so long had to be taxing.

Ulminer Go's staff on the other hand seemed to contain an endless supply of energy. He could keep swinging it for days without worrying about anything but a headache.

Borso's eyes narrowed.

As long as one of the three fights ended, the whole battle would flip on its head and end.

Currently, no one other than the ones directly involved could do anything about that. And if they could, they would have already done it.

That meant…

"Shit. It's up to me, isn't it?" Borso cursed.