I Will Be Unrivaled With The Skill [Sewing]! They Said It Was A Bad Skill, But With Effort, I will Make It A Hit~ - Chapter 122

Episode 122: Counterattack

As Seneca continued to block one subspace after another, her movements became increasingly refined.

At first, she had to concentrate carefully in order to sew with precision. But now, she could do it almost unconsciously.

It also helped that the gargoyle had stopped generating subspaces so frequently. Perhaps realizing it would only be blocked, it now diverted most of its magic toward physical enhancements, only occasionally using subspaces for feints.

With a bit more breathing room, Seneca casually began experimenting with enchanting the threads. Fire, ice, lightning, and healing—she tested what would happen when she sewed with each attribute.

The result was unexpected: only the threads imbued with healing magic dispersed the enemy’s magical power more quickly, and significantly enhanced her ability to block subspaces.

Having confirmed this through experimentation, Seneca decided to use her best threads—those imbued with healing magic—to【sewing】her true target.

The battle had shifted dramatically ever since Seneca began preventing the formation of subspaces.

First and foremost, they no longer had to worry about surprise attacks from out of nowhere. While the enemy’s physical strength had increased, Attalos and the others had faced such foes countless times and could now employ various strategies.

Even the rear guard—like Maior—had kept their distance to avoid confusion, but now that close combat was more prevalent, they were able to move closer. This allowed for greater coordination than ever before and eased the burden on the front line.

Moff’s presence was also a major factor. Since【Cotton Magic】specialized in defense, his support gave the vanguard more tactical options. With fewer risks, Lucius could now attack more frequently and was able to deal significant damage to the gargoyle.

Gaia was now engaging in low-key harassment using a slingshot. She continued to snipe at the gargoyle’s eye area with wooden pellets made specially by Plautia. Though they caused little damage, the stress must’ve been immense.

While continuing to fight, Maior noticed that Attalos and Rentulus were occasionally signaling to Gaia with their eyes. It was likely a cue for her to use magic. Maior began coordinating with Gaia and Plautia, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Seneca was diligently generating magical thread with careful attention to detail. She twisted it tightly so it would be strong and thick, and ensured the healing magic was fully embedded within the fibers.

Then, timing it precisely with Lucius’s strike on the gargoyle, she launched the needle and thread toward the ‘Door.’

Six threads shot out all at once into the ‘Door.’

Fortunately, the portal that reopened wasn’t very large, so Seneca felt confident she could sew it shut quickly.

She pictured it like a whipstitch to pull it tight and seal the hole. Ever since she began mending clothes at the orphanage—patching everything from her own garments to her comrades’ armor—Seneca had closed countless holes with thread. Closing a hole torn in space shouldn’t be impossible either.

“I’ve got a good feeling about this.”

Seneca voiced her confidence aloud.

And in an instant, she stitched the edges of the hole together and shut the ‘Door.’

The gargoyle, its magical supply abruptly cut off, descended into a state of panic.

For a guardian, the ‘Door’ is a vital source of power.

The moment the gargoyle’s attention turned toward the ‘Door,’ Attalos and Rentulus sprang into action. They squeezed out every last drop of their magical energy to unleash their most powerful techniques.

“ 【Impact】 !!!”

Rentulus shouted, and a massive shield sphere appeared in the sky.

“ 【Gravity】 !”

A tremendous force pulled the shield sphere down with explosive speed. This move, which gave Rentulus his epithet ‘Iron Meteor,’ was his signature attack.

The shield sphere struck the gargoyle directly, inflicting a deep, dull pain.

Beside Rentulus, Attalos was calming his spirit. He no longer had the strength to unleash his greatest techniques. So he entrusted the finishing blow to the younger ones, and strongly resolved to use this opening to pave the way for what came next.

“Blade of Demonic Sword”

Attalos fused the 【Demonic Blade】  into his blade. Then, as he swung the sword, he gathered his magic power to the front and, using the technique of ‘Severing,’ he cleaved forward.

In perfect sync with Attalos’s swing, a blade of magical energy shot out and pierced the gargoyle.

The attack was so incredibly cool that Lucius and Moff silently vowed to imitate it next time.

After Attalos’s attack, the one who stepped forward was Plautia. From a mid-range distance, Plautia activated her skill.

“ 【Selection】 ,【Plant Harvesting】”

Smoke erupted from beneath the gargoyle’s feet, stealing the monster’s vision. The slingshot pellets Gaia had been firing as harassment were imbued with a special medicine, allowing Plautia’s skill to create a smoke screen whenever needed.

Overwhelmed by the seamless chain of coordinated attacks, the gargoyle completely lost track of itself. But that didn’t mean it had forgotten the threat. It understood well that without the ability to create subspaces, it had no way of defending against that particular magic.

Naturally, the next to show signs of attack was Gaia. As always, Gaia compressed her magic, bringing it to a critical state, then focused it with maximum intensity before firing at the gargoyle.

However, anticipating Gaia’s powerful magic, the gargoyle began to flail wildly in every direction—up, down, left, and right—hoping to minimize the damage through erratic movement.

Gyuuuiiin.

The tactic worked, and the gargoyle managed to limit the damage to only the loss of its right leg. A twisted, grotesque smile crept naturally across its face.

“It was a decoy.”

Gaia said with a radiant smile.

Beside Seneca stood Lucius.

The two of them were side by side, preparing to launch their attack.

Lucius was channeling magic into his sword, compressing it. The jade-colored blade began to gleam with dazzling brilliance.

Seneca, her hand on the hilt of her sheathed sword, had her eyes closed and was murmuring something under her breath.

To some people, the girl might’ve looked a little unhinged—but to Lucius, she was nothing short of reliable. Just… a bit eccentric.

Seeing Gaia unleash her magic, Lucius returned his greatsword to its scabbard. Then he turned to Seneca and said.

“Well then, I’ll go on ahead.”

Lucius’s face was filled with joy.