Episode 140
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“How far do you plan on sticking around like a stalker?”
In the darkness of the labyrinth, the beauty of red hair raised her voice in a haughty voice.
“Haha, what a piece of shit. Does this girl have axe disease? What do you want me to do when we happen to be going the same way?”
“Oh, then please go ahead and take the lead.”
“Oh, really, this girl is so impatient. Why are you picking a fight when I just want to take my time?”
“Oh, is that so?”
At the same time, red magic began to glow beneath her feet.
Hurrruk!
At the same time, a red flame began to swirl around the darkness of the labyrinth. It was a hellish flame that even a single magician or knight could not easily handle.
Sling.
“Oh my, this is a real surprise.”
However, in the swirling flames, there was no sign of the adventurer ‘Faceless’. He had already caught up to her from behind and was thrusting his bloody blade towards her neck. There was no trace of the jokes or laughter from before, but rather a murderous intent sharpened on the tip of his sword.
“Does this still look like someone’s red house backyard?”
“… … .”
“You better know that your pretty little balls are expensive, while those bastards who have been turned to ashes by your temper are gnashing their teeth in hell.”
“You really are good at talking about a pierced mouth.”
“Well, isn’t that what a blunt mouth is for?”
For a moment, Lady Scarlett’s fangs emitted a cold chill between her lips. Furthermore, the liquid tissues in the bloodstream flowing through her body began to writhe.
The power of blood that cannot be called the aura of a knight or the magic of a wizard.
“The knight’s shame, you really have no shame.”
But her hatred only flared for a moment. Soon, Lady Scarlett, with her usual composure, snapped.
“Haha, would it make any sense to talk about chivalry to someone who has given up on being a knight?”
The Red Witch, Lady Scarlett. At least there aren’t many people in the world who can go against her will and be fine. And Master Baro, the Sword Master, is one of those few.
To monitor the out-of-control Red Witch, there is no one better suited to the job.
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At that moment, the Saxon count’s castle was located in the center of the labyrinth city.
Dale had Master Baro disguised as “Faceless” to mark Lady Scarlet, while at the same time listening to reports from the Labyrinth and Demon King’s Territory.
“The Purifiers of the Red Tower have reported that they have defeated the ghouls that are threatening the Shito Pioneer Capital.”
“Pioneer farmers’ winter crop yields are exceeding expectations.”
“We are strengthening patrols in the pioneer zone by forming rotating patrol teams of Rosy Cross Knights and Night Raven Knights.”
The policy of openness was being carried out smoothly based on the power of the Saxon family built up by the Black Duke, the father. In the midst of the whirlwind of the Artifact Rush, the darkness of the Demon King’s Territory was being lifted, and the realm beyond was gradually revealed.
Developing this land is not something that can be done in a day or two. Even now, when 13-year-old Dale became the ruler of this Demon King’s Territory and was approaching his 15th birthday, this was no exception.
Ultimately, the unknown land that Dale would face at the end of the Demon King’s Territory was still keeping silence.
The home of the Demon King and his tribe, a dark land beyond the Northern Demon King’s Territory. A veiled realm whose true nature is unknown to anyone in the empire.
The northern part of the empire is not necessarily the northern part of the continent. And no one knows how large the land called the northern part of the continent is, or how far it extends. Even the existence of the ‘Anatolian East Continent’ across the sea is known.
It is a land where even the Demon King Balor and the high-ranking Demons, the Shadow Sorcerers, have turned their backs on their homeland and embarked on a great migration. What on earth is sleeping in that land that even the being who calls himself the Demon King cannot handle and has fled in search of a new home?
The answer may not be available right away, but as long as the answer is not available, Dale’s duty as ruler of the Demon King’s Territory will not end.
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Phew!
The slash of the sword was blocked by the Shadow Lord’s avatar, and immediately Sir Helmut Blackbear brought the other sword down.
Even as they exchanged swords, Dale’s body continued to emit magical energy, amplifying the Avatar’s power.
Strengthening the body with magic is an extremely inefficient and meaningless act in this world. No matter how hard a wizard tries to strengthen the body, it is nothing compared to the efficiency of aura.
But it was a different story for Dale, who assumed his own existence as a mechanical device.
A dark-blooded armor that fuses a heat engine into a circle with red magic power, generating power from three ‘power plants’ in total.
A mana circle that purely generates magical power, another black source, the 『Book of the Black Goat』 that has taken root in the heart, and finally a heat engine that is fused into the body with red magical power. A storm of magical power emitted by the fusion of three power generators.
‘If I were to unleash all of this power in the world of thought, how far would I be able to go?’
The power he would have if he could fuse the two things that are called the ultimate in sword and magic to 100% of what Dale imagines.
For that, it is essential to become familiar with the use of Avatar and Red Magic for now.
Moreover, on that day, they were not the only ones who were attending the two people’s training.
As usual, the two knights who assisted the Count of Saxony were there.
Lady Shadow, and Lady Black.
“… … !”
As she watched the clash between the two avatar users, Lady Black ‘Charlotte’ took a deep breath.
The Avatar, the ultimate knight. Charlotte also knew about Sir Helmut Blackbear. But what on earth is the dark armor wrapped around her lord whom she must protect now?
It was a clash between powerful people that Charlotte, as she is now, could not even dare to approach. And it was a fight that was fought thoroughly with swords, not magic.
‘The lord I must protect… … .’
As the daughter of the God of Swords, it was Dale who bought her the talent she had. It was also Dale who told her that her sword would one day become stronger than his own.
However, the existence of her master Dale, whom she had to protect, was getting further and further away with each passing day. It was becoming a realm that Charlotte could not reach.
Moreover, even Aurelia, who guards the lord’s side together, has her own avatar. Furthermore, whenever Dale carries out a certain mission, it is the role of ‘Lady Shadow’ to protect the lord from the shadows.
Not Charlotte.
I thought absentmindedly. Now, is there any reason for Charlotte to exist here in the Saxon Duchy? Charlotte bit her lips as she felt the space under her feet gradually narrowing.
It was just then.
Kaang!
The Shadow Lord finally managed to block Sir Helmut’s swung sword and slam his sword’s hilt into the floor.
“shallot.”
Dale opened his mouth to speak to Charlotte.
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“It’s your turn now.”
“My turn… …?”
Charlotte held her breath at the unexpected words.
“Take up your sword.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Charlotte nodded and quickly placed her hands on her waist. She drew her sword and the pitch-black aura blade wrapped around her.
An Auror Knight who wields the Black Sword of Saxony. Her level of skill is far beyond what anyone of her age could achieve.
However, in front of Aureliana Dale, who was by her side, she was ultimately a frog in a well. This fact was realized even more whenever she clashed swords with the knight Aureli, who claimed to be her usual training partner.
Being the daughter of the Shingeom makes no difference. In this absurd world, the value of the blood flowing through Charlotte’s body is ultimately nothing more than a process for fulfilling the ‘desire for life.’
Just then, the Shadow Lord’s avatar rushed toward her.
It was a speed she couldn’t even dare to imagine, and Charlotte’s black sword belatedly blocked Dale’s magic sword.
Kaang!
At the end of the sword, Charlotte’s sword flew through the air and plunged into the ground.
“……ah.”
A sword filled with delusion.
“Are you surprised when you see my avatar?”
“Well, I was just a little shaken up.”
Dale asked, and Charlotte nodded hesitantly.
“But I can’t hide it from the swords that are supposed to protect me.”
“… … I know.”
You are not so weak that my sword needs to protect you. Charlotte couldn’t bring herself to say those words and smiled bitterly. After smiling, she adjusted her grip on her sword. She was already aiming at an entity that was too far away for her sword to reach.
I steeled my mind and focused my consciousness on the tip of the sword.
To get a little closer to him.
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The world is vast. And it is not overnight that the follow-up reports of the ‘War of the Roses’ that took place far away reach the Demon’s Lands in Saxony.
That is why it was around that time that the news of the Holy Sword’s death was officially announced.
In the First War of the Roses, he was defeated by the ‘Black Prince’ and taken prisoner, and later rescued by Philip… but… …. It was reported that he died in his territory shortly after the end of the Second War of the Roses, unable to withstand the fatal wound and with his holy sword already broken.
Dale deliberately had York Street control and manipulate information, thereby delaying the spread of news of his death.
Consider the aftermath that will shake the Empire after the deaths of the Holy Sword and Michael Lancaster, so that it can withstand the shock.
The White Tower was turned upside down when it was discovered that the relic of the first White Tower had been broken, and when it was revealed that the person in question was the ‘Black Prince’, the entire church began to foam at the mouth.
It was around that time that Charlotte Orhart heard news of the Holy Sword.
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Early that morning, there was a knock on Dale’s bedroom door.
In an instant, Dale swallowed his breath and sat up.
“Dale.”
But the voice that followed was not what Dale had imagined. It was not Sepia’s voice, but that of his knight Charlotte. Only then did the void of Sepia’s presence grip Dale’s heart.
“Come in.”
Dale opened his mouth indifferently, swallowing his disappointment. Charlotte was there, dressed in black pajamas. Dale also straightened his clothes and greeted Charlotte.
“Would you like something to drink?”
“thank you.”
Charlotte smiled hesitantly, her smile full of awkwardness.
“Is there anything else you want to talk about?”
“… … .”
Dale asked, and Charlotte didn’t answer. In the silence, Charlotte opened her mouth.
“I heard that the Holy Sword is dead.”
“… … I heard that after the war ended, he met his death in his own territory.”
Dale pretended not to notice.
“Did you fight that guy yourself?”
Dale nodded silently.
“No matter how bad his injuries were, I never thought he would actually die.”
“I see.”
It’s a lie again. Dale whispers to Charlotte.
It was then that Dale turned his head absentmindedly and saw a sword hanging askew next to his bed.
It was the Peacemaker, the beloved sword of the warrior who had once defeated her father.
