Episode 210
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Against Charlotte’s world, Dale also brought out his world.
A mental landscape where only 100% positive and negative exist.
It was a world made of cold and darkness, and in that world, a pitch-black castle stood tall.
Charlotte Orchard was also in that very citadel.
Facing her lord, the Shadow Lord who sits on the Black Gold Throne.
But, centered on the spot where she was standing, behind her, another world was unfolding.
It was a world of flowers with plum blossoms fluttering endlessly beyond the horizon.
Two worlds interlocked, and the Plum Knight reclaimed her sword. The Shadow Lord also rose from his Black Gold Throne and reclaimed his sword.
The sword of the old warrior, the blade of the Peacemaker, was shining with the light of peace. In comparison, what Charlotte was holding was just a simple greatsword of the Duke of Saxony.
However, a sword of a high level is indistinguishable from magic. Therefore, the realm of the sword that Charlotte is currently displaying is something more than just expanding the world of thought as a magician.
It is incomparable to that of a mere elder who shuts himself in a room and devotes himself to training.
Because she sharpened her sword from the beginning with the premise of standing on the battlefield.
“… …Charlotte Orchardt.”
That’s why Dale opened his mouth.
“As your lord who has sworn to be a knight, I give you orders.”
The Shadow Lord spoke, and the Plum Knight remained silent.
“Apart from the outcome of this duel, and even who will get their hands on the Heavenly Sword… … ”
Dale continued speaking, not caring.
“Come back to me.”
“… … !”
At those words, the plum knight took a deep breath beyond his helmet.
“I promised you. When I need you, you will come running to me without hesitation.”
“huh.”
Charlotte nodded.
“I will follow your orders, my lord.”
“good.”
The story wasn’t long. And that was enough.
Plum blossom petals fluttered and invaded Dale’s world, and the pitch-black fortress Dale had built was no exception.
The bricks, marble floors, and structures that made up the castle began to turn into tentacles of Shuve and rush forward. In response, Charlotte’s fluttering blade petals swept in, and blood clots were scattered.
Worlds collided with worlds.
A world of flowers with a beauty of flowing purple and an incomparable sharpness.
Standing against it was a pitch-black castle towering over the land on a winter night made of primordial darkness and the cold of the apocalypse.
Kaang!
Sword clashed with sword.
The plum knight scattered purple sword and blade petals, and in response, the shadow lord swung his peacemaker and scattered the ‘light of peace’.
A brilliant shield of light blocked the swirling petals, then shattered with a crash.
Charlotte’s distance has narrowed.
The Saxon greatsword was swung.
Kaang!
As he tried to block the swinging greatsword with the warrior’s sword, the absurdly large sword’s blade was split into several swords.
‘Illusionary sword… …!’
But each of those swords had a physical entity, and they struck down like a barrage of dozens of rapiers.
Kaang! Kaang!
The thing that stopped the dozen or so swords being swung around were dozens of swords as well.
The immortal knights loyal to the Shadow Lord were wielding their black swords in addition to Dale’s single sword.
Dale glanced away, blocking Charlotte’s inaction.
“You’ve gotten stronger.”
After we got some distance, Dale said.
“You’ve really gotten stronger.”
To be blunt, it is true that Dale is sincerely trying to defeat Charlotte. However, it is different from going into battle to ‘kill’ Charlotte Orhart. Even so, the value of Charlotte’s inaction can never be underestimated.
“… … .”
That is why Dale praised him honestly. The knight of plum blossoms, in his armor of flowers, only keeps silence.
“Take out the avatar.”
After a moment of silence, the plum knight spoke.
“Show me the avatar of the sword you have.”
Not the avatar of the Shadow Lord, but the avatar that Dale possesses after attaining the level of Auror Master.
Another idea Dale has built up.
“… … .”
Dale didn’t answer right away. No, he couldn’t answer. But the silence didn’t last long.
He gripped the hilt of the warrior’s beloved sword, Peacemaker, and at the same time, the aura heart in his lower abdomen exploded and emitted aura.
Phew!
In the midst of the swirling aura storm, the armor of thought built up as an aura master was revealed.
He was a black knight armed with the black armor of the Night Raven Knight.
It’s more ordinary than you might think. The Night Raven Knight’s armor is the armor of thought. Perhaps Charlotte Orchardt thought so. And she would never know.
The real armor of thought that Dale is unfolding now exists right underneath the armor of the Night Raven Knight.
That the enemy of her father, whom she hated so much, was present in this very black knight’s armor.
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Beneath the black armor of the Night Raven Knight, the warrior of the other world… …the imperial hound was silent.
The self from his previous life who was hiding inside the shell of the ‘Black Prince’ of the House of Saxony.
He raised his head, holding the old sword Peacemaker from his previous life. Charlotte would not know his face, which was still hidden behind a black helmet. Even if she did know his face, it would not make a difference.
The otherworldly warrior died before Charlotte Orhart was born, just like the divine sword Badel.
So Charlotte will never know who is in front of her right now.
Dale had no intention of telling me that either.
He just quietly kicks the ground.
At the same time, the Peacemaker in the warrior’s hand emitted light.
A light incomparable to anything seen before.
The light of true peace began to shine.
The blade petals that were swirling around in all directions stopped in place. It was the same in Dale’s world.
The world stood still, but not the warrior holding the Peacemaker.
Strictly speaking, the world was not at a standstill. The world’s clock hands were simply ticking very slowly.
The history of mankind is the history of war. Peace is an illusion. However, if we assume that there is truly peace in this world, that peace means only one thing.
Stagnation.
Stopping the wheel of history, the very hands of the clock of this world.
Ironically, in a sense, it was no different than when the winter of the end came. If the entire universe were frozen to absolute zero and everything stood still, that would be the ‘ultimate peace.’
Peacemaker’s peace was no exception.
That’s why the clock hands slowed down to a state close to a standstill.
But in the extremely slow hands of the world, there was one being that was not like that.
Taat!
The warrior from another world kicked the ground and rushed forward, alone and free in the midst of the stopped hands of the clock.
Tick tock.
The world stopped for a moment. But for these powerful people, the meaning of a moment is like eons.
One of the second hands on the clock moved.
The warrior’s sword was pointed at the knight of the plum blossom. The warrior of another world was moving freely alone in the still space.
Even the world’s greatest sword, Badel Orhart, was defeated by a warrior from another world in the final moments.
──Right before this power.
But even in the face of this ultimate peace, Badel Orhart pushed the otherworldly warrior to the brink of death. That is what truly symbolizes the level of knighthood he possessed.
Charlotte Orchardt was strong, but that was as far as it went.
“ah…….”
She probably doesn’t even realize what happened.
When she came to, Dale’s sword was pointed at the nape of her neck.
“It’s my victory.”
The warrior of the other world… … and Dale spoke. The knight of the plum did not answer.
He grabbed the Peacemaker’s sword hilt and slammed it into the floor.
“What the heck is this… … .”
After a moment of silence, Charlotte burst out laughing, as if she couldn’t help but laugh so hard.
“Again, I can’t reach you.”
Charlotte said self-deprecatingly. After a moment of silence, Dale released his avatar. There was Dale of Saxony, whom Charlotte knew well.
“Your sword definitely reached me.”
Dale said.
“Also, the Sword Wielder of the Heavenly Sword will be yours.”
“… … Are you pitying me again?”
“Can I be honest with you?”
Charlotte asked coldly, and Dale continued blandly.
“You are so noble.”
“… … !”
“You probably think that the Heavenly Sword is meaningless if you can’t get it righteously. Because you couldn’t defeat me. And because you yourself aren’t strong, you don’t deserve to be by my side.”
Dale said. Charlotte didn’t answer.
“That’s why you’re weak.”
Dale spat out coldly. Charlotte’s expression froze.
“Because I don’t have the courage to be ugly. Because I don’t hesitate to get dirty and covered in mud. Because I’m caught up in ideals and nobility that are so vain, no matter how much I grow and become stronger, I can’t reach it.”
As he said that, Dale turned his head, leaving behind a world that was steeped in primordial darkness and the coldness of the apocalypse.
“I am an ugly person.”
“… … .”
“It is so ugly, so dirty, so vile that you could never imagine it.”
Dale laughed self-deprecatingly.
“That’s what made me who I am today.”
“… …Why do you want to become so strong?”
“To bring down the empire.”
Dale answered without a moment’s hesitation.
“Here I am defeated by you. And you will obtain the Sword of Heaven and come back to me.”
Dale said.
“It may seem ugly and impure to you. But I don’t care. And if you don’t accept my offer… … .”
Dale no longer needs ‘Charlotte Orchard’. It was not Charlotte who could not fathom its meaning.
“… …I’ll accept it.”
That’s why Charlotte Orhart nodded. It was as Dale said. No matter how ugly or ugly it was, she didn’t care. All Charlotte wanted was to be by Dale’s side.
─ Yeah, it’s really fun! It’s really, really fun! I love this creature called human so much, I can’t stand it!
Shubh snickered and squealed as if he couldn’t stand it anymore. To Charlotte, it just sounded like the pitch-black castle was screaming some kind of scream.
Charlotte’s ugliness, Dale’s ugliness, that’s what makes a human. Knowing that, Shub laughed and laughed. As if he couldn’t stand it because it was so much fun.
Dale finally waved his arms, leaving behind the endless resonating noise of the Shuve. Charlotte did the same.
The world surrounding the two people was destroyed.
The Seven Swords, finally holding their breath, were there.
The Hall of Swords.
Right there, the ‘Black Prince’ of Saxony knelt.
“Dale of Saxony, I accept defeat before Charlotte Lancaster.”
Dale spoke, and Charlotte and the Duke of Lancaster held their breaths. It was as if he had known the Duke of Lancaster’s intentions from the beginning.
But it was not the job of the Archduke of Lancaster to strike the player.
Dale knelt down and smiled coldly.
Charlotte didn’t laugh.
