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(Fantasy world with Jobs x Symphogear)

The Bard Class is Made Out of Bard's

6th Song

Magic Bow Ichaival

Both the adventurer party, which she soon found out was name Bravers, and wasn't that a main character sounding party name, and Hallow's Hero Party, no seriously he dubbed that as their name, set off to vanquish the goblin king. Or at the very least, to eradicate the local goblin population.

She, of course, did not join them. As she was neither a member of either party, she remained back in the village. Just as she had wanted.

Yet again the village was in a festive mood as they bid their heroes goodbye, hoping and praying that their adventure would prove fruitful, that they would return victorious with their for vanquished.

Honestly she's one of them too. In a perfect world, the adventurers and the others would go back after a successful expedition and everyone would congratulate them with yet another feast. More than likely using a lot of their winter stock in doing so.

But still… Even if this world was real, she couldn't shake off that feeling of impending danger as she saw the adventurers and her friends, plus Hallow, all went through the village gate. Their forms went smaller and smaller as they soon disappeared into the forest over yonder.

She stayed still, eyes glued to the far off forest even as the other villagers returned to their daily tasks. She remained still sitting atop one of the watchtowers meant for archers, of which this village only had one after old man Chero got too old to climb up here.

"Huh? The heck are you doing here Chris?" She heard someone ask, and looking down, she saw a grizzled old man with a bow strapped on his back climb up the tower.

"Oh, hey mister Chero." She waved down at him, letting her eye wander back to the forest for a second. "I was just watching the forest."

The man hummed as he put his bow and quiver of arrows down onto the tower's floor and placed both of his hands on his side. "Uhuh, sure you are." She scoffed as he took out one of his arrows, playing with its head and its fletching. "Definitely not worried for those friends of yours."

She snorted at that. "Honestly I'm not." She answered honestly as she shook her head, standing up as she stretched. "They should all be safe, the adventurers are basically babysitting them after all."

"Ha! Ain't that a way to look at it!" The man laughed. "Then if ya ain't worried 'bout em, why'd ya watch em leave then?"

Wasn't that a loaded question. Because she's worried that the world that they all lived in followed tropes that would somehow spell doom for everyone but the leaving party?

"Just felt like it." As if she could say that. Everyone would think that she's crazier than she already is, and she studied under the old hag to learn magic.

"That so?" Old man Chero was definitely unconvinced by her answer, but did not deign to dig deeper. Probably thought that she was jealous because she couldn't come with them.

Which, if she was being honest, she kind of was. But if the bad feeling in her gut even so slightly came to be then…

"I'd rather stay after all." She muttered more to herself than anything, but the old man raised his eyebrow as he overheard.

"Ah well, I finished all of the stuff that I had to do today so I'm going to laze off. You better do your job old man." She said as she walked to the ladder to climb down off of the tower

"Girl, my whole job is to laze off." The man chuckled as he took out a drink from somewhere. "Nothing ever happens around here anywa-hey!"

"Nope. No drinking on the job, old man." She said with a straight face as she snatched the drink from his hand.

"but that's the only fun thing that I could do up here!" He whined like a child, and she just started at him as if she was looking at one.

"Yeah, and as soon as old man Rance and old man Bhord catches you doing that you'll be set to clean the stables for weeks. I'm doing you a favour here old man."

"Bah as if I'll ever get caught!" He grumbled. "I'm as sneaky as they can be!" the man said as he made a noticeable ruckus.

"uh huh, sure you are. You'll thank me later." She rolled her eyes as she continued climbing down, carrying a new item in her grasp as she left. "Just do your job!"

"Ugh, yer a trouble maker too so how come yer also a stick in the mud!" He shouted from the tower as she walked off, waving the bottle as she left.

"Blame it on the mood swings old man!"

As if she would let him drink with their lives on the line. Now she needs to sleep to get ready for the night.

She had overheard that the goblins nest was a day's walk away from the village. The fact that the Rogue and Ranger managed to find it as soon as they did was either a testament to their tracking skill or a stroke of luck.

But that was if they were traveling normally as an adventuring party the Bravers. Babysitting Hallow's Hero Party however, especially knowing how Louise is physically weak and gets tired after jogging for an hour or so, they would most likely take longer. Maybe even two days if they want to attack the goblin's nest in the day.

Because the goblins, even though they had managed to find a scouting party in the middle of the day, were nocturnal creatures.

No, that wasn't quite true, but knowing some things about them she could draw conclusions, dangerous as they are.

The goblins nest appears to be a dark cave, where new goblins are born and raised due to their quick cycles. A dark cave, where they would grow and become used to, essentially adapting to grow nightvision. Not that most monsters don't have that already.

There's stories about goblin raids on settlements and villages of course, and a handful of them were done under the veneer of darkness and the moon shining overhead.

So for the rest of the day she rested. Of course preparing as many potions that she could carry on her pouch and maintaining her weapons first before getting a needed shut eye. Her mom knew that she had been pushing herself a lot more lately so she let it slide, thank goodness.

So when she woke up with the sun dipping over the horizon, she made her rounds. Giving her family a big hug before leaving her home as ready as she could be.

She didn't tell them about the possible goblin attack, why would she? She didn't want to worry them, and there wasn't much that they could do to stop something that was only a possibility.

She waved when people called her, flashed smiles and made small talk when others approached.

Not everyone does so of course, some men and women always gave her the stink eye whenever she was talking to others. And with senses trained over the years she could overhear their distaste at a Bard like herself growing close to people and thinking of foul play.

As if, she's never even used a musical instrument inside the village, let alone sing. Any spell that she would cast would be too noticeable otherwise.

Every interaction, both good and bad, began piling inside her as her shoulders felt heavier and heavier.

Every step that she took felt weighted, but the will to take the next one burned stronger, brighter. Her reason for fighting wasn't just for her family, but for her friends and neighbors, the community that she lived in.

The farmers that helped her old man when he was too sick to tend the field. The housewives that her mom traded recipes with. Children who played with Notes and ran around the village.

The family of her now slightly distant friends, who she still cared for even if they don't care for her.

As the sun fully disappeared from the sky and was replaced by the moon, people began to turn on lamps and left the streets empty. Remaining in their houses and leaving only night watchmen prowling around the village.

She continued walking. Circling the inner walls of the village with the moon and stars as company.

"Hm? Oh Chris! What are you doing out here at night?" A lightly armored man called out with a wave, his other hand casually carrying a spear as he walked towards her. His companion, wearing the same light leather armor as was usual for the village guards, and bearing a sword and a lantern to light up the night, followed him.

"Ah, mister Range. Mister Bhord." She called back as the two men came close. "How's the patrol going?"

The man whose dark blue hair was hidden under a simple leather helmet laughed at her question. "Ha! You should know the answer to that girlie. This place is as safe as ever, and with the adventurers and Hallow's party out to beat those goblins, it'll be even safer."

Mister Bhord elbowed the man on his stomach, causing him to wince and shoot him a glare. "ugh don't be such a sucker Bhord, it's just small talk. Oh, you haven't answered my question though Chris. Why are you out here at this time? It's not safe, you know?"

"I don't think you should say something like that while you're the actual guard that's doing rounds you know…" She could feel a bead of sweat fall down from her head as mister Bhord, ever serious at his job, glared at his partner for his comment.

"Huh? Ah right, probably shouldn't say that." He laughed whole, rubbing the back of his head. Only to snap as he pointed a finger towards her. "Ah! You're dodging the question again!"

"Tch." The man's a friend of her dad so she's hung around him several times to know that he's a bit of an airhead. But he sure is sharp when it comes to it.

"I slept after lunch and had too much energy. So I'm just walking around to get it out of my system." She gave out as an excuse, not fully lying as she had indeed done so.

"That so?" The man said as he tapped the spear he was carrying on his shoulder. His eyes still locked onto her and holding a frown on his face.

"Rance." The man beside him called out. His stern voice breaking mister Rance off of whatever thought it was that he was stuck in.

"Ah! Oh, right, right. We should probably go back to our patrol." He hurriedly spoke as he turned from his friend and to her. "So uh, I guess we're going to go! Have a nice walk Chris!" He said as both he and the sword wielding guard walked past her.

Cool, guess she's getting off scot free. "oh right, mister Rance!" She called out as she turned towards them, and both gave a glance back to her. "If you're both patrolling here, who's guarding the walls?"

"Huh?" The spear wielder frowned at her question, eyes narrowing in suspicion before shrugging. "Eh it's Rock and Chero. The man's unusually spirited today."

Ha! Knew it! She knew that not letting him drink was a good idea! He's definitely just running out of spite at this point. She just knows that as soon as the day was over he would come running her way to take back the alcohol that she took from him.

"Is that so? ah sorry for holding you! I'll continue on my walk-" She saw a glint in the corner of her eye, and reacted immediately.

Drawing her crossbow from her holster, she immediately opened fire on the source without a single moment of hesitation. Not with what was possibly at stake.

The metal tipped bolt flew through the night air and struck into the darkness. A loud shrill sound filling the silent night in its wake. "Kiiiii!"

Both men who were patrolling immediately went alert. Mister Rance held his spear with both hands and mister Bhord drew his sword in a heartbeat.

A second passed, and another, before a goblin with an arrow stuck in its shoulder rushed out from the darkness while holding a sharpened rock in its other hand as if it was a knife, holding it overhead with clear intent to use it on the one who dared harm it. "Giiiiii!"

"A goblin!?" Mister Rance shouted in surprise, and his partner was shocked too, both faltering and not immediately taking action even with their weapons drawn.

She didn't, that singular moment the goblin took to rush towards was enough for her to load in a second bolt onto her weapon. And with the goblin now out in the open and in sight thanks to mister Bhord's torch, her shot will hit.

It needs to.

And it thankfully does, the metal tipped bolt soaring through the air before landing square right between the goblins eyes. The monster gurgled as it let out a shrill cry at its death, stumbling and then falling limply onto the ground as life left its yellow eyes.

For a moment, the trio made off of a young girl and two old men stood in silence. Before the dread of the situation fully sank into their bones.

"Chris-!"

"You can scold me about it later!" She hissed as she loaded another bolt into her crossbow, rushing close into the dead goblin and slicing its neck just in case, before yanking out both of the crossbow bolts that she had shot into it. "We're under attack! We need someone to tell the village chief!"

"Bhord! Go check where this goblin came from! I'll tell the chief and ring the bell!" Mister Rance didn't take another second as he shouted out orders, his eyes however lingering on her and the goblin that she had killed in a heartbeat.

He chewed on his lips, before shouting off again as mister Bhord ran past her. "Chris, I need you to go to where Chero and Rock is and tell them about the attack."

"Right." She nodded, standing back up and sheathing her knife. Turning to make her way to the watchtower-

"And then immediately go back to your house! You hear me! Hey Chris!" She ignored the man's shouting, and further ignored the barrage of curses that he threw after.

"Mer's going to kill me." She heard him whisper as he turned around and ran towards the village center to do his own task.

Oh yeah, if her old man found out about this, which he hopefully will, she'll also get killed. Guess they're both dying either way!

So she took a deep breath, and sang.

"Killter Ichaival Tron~"

The holy chant brought to life a handful of magical circles to spin under her feet. Stacks of magical buffs encompassed her body and allowed her to speed through right to the village gate.

The closer she got to the village walls the louder the noises that she could hear became. Monstrous screams and sounds of metal hitting flesh, of arrows cutting air as they flew through the darkness and piercing goblin flesh.

"Mister Chero! Mister Rock! " She shouted as she saw the man fire arrow after arrow high from the watchtower, giving a glance down her way and saw his eyes widen.

"Chris!? The hell are ya doin 'ere?!" He shouted through gritted teeth as he let another shot fly loose.

She could hear, from the loud banging behind the barricade that mister Rock made out of anything and everything he could find to put in front of the gate, was undoubtedly a parade of goblins. She couldn't tell how many there lay out there beyond the walls, but by the repeated hissing and screeching as they scratched, stabbed, and struck the village's walls and gate, their numbers no doubt were enough to hunt down the villagers.

To her, that information was enough.

"I'll explain later! Mister Rance went to the village chief to announce the attack, and mister Bhord went to find a hole in the wall!" She shouted as she went to the edge and began shooting as well, trying to lessen the amount of enemies as much as she could. Trying not to think about the possible reinforcements that she knew the pair of village guards sent out to deal could ever handle in favor of focusing on what was right in front of her.

"There's more!? Dammit, how come they came just as the adventurers went off!" The man shouted his frustrations. "Chris, I'm grateful for all yer help here, but ya need to run!"

"Ha?!" She shouted back as she saw the man hastily climb down the ladder, rushing to reach her with a sword in hand and an empty quiver of arrow that hung on his back.

"Old man don't tell me you're-"

"The gate's gonna give out soon, no offense to Rock or anythin'. N' if not that, then one of those hellspawns are just gonna break through tha walls." He said with none of the usual jovial tone that he had.

"Ain't no way Rock gonna stop em all alone. I might not be as good as Bhord with a sword, but I can buy some time for more people to escape." Then he shot a look her way. "Including you girlie, go on n' leg it already!"

"Run girl!" The large man holding the gate closed with his hands shouted back even as it kept being struck by their enemies. "There's nothing a Bard like you can do here! Go!"

Ah, that settles it. Guess she'll have to prove them wrong then. "As if!" She shouted back. "I'm not letting any of you two idiots sacrifice yourself for something like this! My old man would cry if his drinking buddies disappeared!"

The gate broke open, with mister Rock being thrown back as a goblin leapt at him with its weapon raised overhead.

Mister Chero shouted in futility, his sword would never reach the monster in time.

So she sang.

"Gimon…? Gumon! Shōdō insupaia

Rokkan furu de kanjitemina"

Magic circles came to life around her, shining circles that turned the heads of goblins banging their weapons on the gate and walls. Her song cuts through the battlefield.

The first one came to life instantly, from the tip of her crossbow. Firing a bolt of raging fire at the assaulting goblin, piercing and burning its flesh before it could reach mister Rock.

And she continued to fire, again and again and again.

"Zetsu! Understand? Konma sanbyō mo

Se wo muketara Die"

The goblins screamed as bolts of burning fire pierced through their body, and those that didn't explode upon impact to end them all the same.

Her shots were by no means accurate, but against a veritable wave of the offending goblin army, accuracy was not something that was needed.

She needed power, she needed numbers, she needed a way to mow down this endless horde of little green monsters.

And she knew just the thing that could do so.

"Shinjō…? Enjō! Gōjō matorikusu

Futten pīku de kudakechire

Motto Motto Motto Motto Motto Break!"

As mister Chero and mister Rock held back as many as they could while defending her and themselves, getting nicks and cuts and bites and scratches and near misses with death all the whole, magic circles bloomed to life.

As they all did, they extended from her weapons, but unlike circles the size of a person's head, these ones were barely the size of a golf ball.

One, two, three, hundreds upon hundreds of circular magical circles spinning into existence as they formed a pair of giant circles at the end of her crossbow.

"Get down!" She roared, heaving her bows from left to right as the pair of old men wisely followed her order.

[BILLION MAIDEN]

And the advancing lines of goblins met the magical equivalent of a Gatling gun on steroids.

Remains of the broken open gate and barricades were destroyed, and the horde that came from beyond it were mowed down along with it. Ten, twenty, thirty, the number of nail-like magical arrows that she shot were so numerable that she didn't bother counting them, she simply kept supplying the glowing magical circles with as much magical energy she could muster to continue mow down the oncoming horde.

"…Outsider"

And she let out a deep ragged breath she didn't know she was holding as the flashes of light died. The gate that once held the goblins back was no more, reduced to splinters and ashes from her magical barrage, the piling green corpses meeting the same fate.

A lull suddenly fell onto the battlefield. The sounds of goblins decreased suddenly after her barrage, no doubt the attack had struck fear to the remaining attack force.

But she didn't know if it was over or not. Couldn't tell even with the night vision she stacked on the holy chant until dawn fully came.

Her legs quivered. The song hadn't even gotten to its first chorus and she was already spent. But she could still hear the shrill cries of those monsters that threatened her home.

"Dear goddess…" She heard mister Chero say in awe at the destruction she left in her wake. She couldn't find the energy to turn to him. She shoved one of her crossbows to its holster and replaced it with a mana potion, shoving its contents down her throat as fast as she could.

"Gah, these taste terrible!" She coughed up after chugging the potion. "Both of you go and help

"Chris-" Before the old men could argue, a sound echoed throughout the village. Once, twice, thrice, the ringing of the bell acts as a signal for the villagers. Not that they probably needed it as the gate that she exploded was enough of a sign.

Once was the sign for midday and dawn, twice was the sign for a village meeting.

To be rung twice, well their current situation certainly explains for itself didn't it? It was a sign that they were under attack.

Yet as it rang a fourth and final time, any and all villagers were informed of the doom of the village. The ever theoretical fourth bell being rung as a sign for the villagers to evacuate, to essentially run for their lives.

The village guards as they stood would never stand a chance against a raid of goblins, especially not with this number. The fact that some had already managed to sneak in through the walls was enough for mister Rance to ring the village bell four times.

"Hah, man that bell's kinda late huh. That's Rance for ya." Mister Chero found humor in this whole situation, chuckling as he turned around towards her. "Ya better not die Chris! Your dad'll kill me if he finds out!"

"I don't plan on dying yet. Not until I get older than you old man." She chuckled, and he shared one back at her.

Both sword wielders then left, rushing past her to go help mister Range and mister Bhord face off against the horse that somehow made it through the wall.

She saw little green heads pop up from the destroyed gate and hastily made barricades, perhaps having grown enough survival instincts to check.

She fired a normal crossbow bolt, helped by Steady Aim to fire right at its head. And saw more goblins come out of the woodwork.

So she aimed, dropping another empty vial of potion to the ground, and continued singing her song.

"Kizugoto egureba wasurerareru tte koto daro?

Īko-chan na seigi nante hagashiteyarō ka?"

Yet, as with Farsight and Night Vision she saw their forms still remain, hiding at the edges of the forest, a small green figure wearing leather armor seemingly shouting and ordering others, acting as a general of sorts for more goblins that were hiding along with it in the trees.

She took a deep breath. Magical power bursting thrumming under her skin.

This time, what she needed wasn't just numbers. She needed firepower to reach that far ahead, and she didn't want to go past the gate in case one or two of them managed to sneak past her.

So what manifested before her was a magic circle unlike anything that came before it. One as large as an adult in diameter, spinning in place as it shone brightly under the watch of the moon and the stars.

Her voice resounded throughout the night yet again.

"HaHa! Sā It's show time

Kazan no yō satsubatsu Rain"

And unlike any of her magic before, the magical construct that formed was larger, thicker by a wide margin. Unlike the casual bolts of fiery magic that she's been throwing left and right, this one was the size of a tree, but deep down she knew that it could have been larger.

"I don't think there was a name for one that's as weak as this, so here goes!" And she let go of the hold she held on the magical construct and sent it soaring through the skies.

[MEGADETH SOLO]

"Sā omaera no zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu zenbu"

As he veritable magical missile launched and flew at the forest, she saw the goblins scatter and run in every possible direction to try and escape.

She flicked a mental switch in her head, and the giant glowing missile exploded into hundreds upon hundreds of even more bolts of magic, raining right onto the scattering army of goblins.

Unsurprisingly, they didn't stand a chance against what was the equivalent of a long range magical artillery.

"Hiteishiteyaru sō…hiteishiteyaru"

The sound of the explosion rang louder than the ringing of the village bell, and from the magical feat of a thirteen year old that broke through any and all notion of common sense, a wall of fire formed at the edges of the forest.

Though the gate of the village was gone and demolished, not a single invader had managed to go past it.