I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

169 – Millia Liantour – (1)

A dark fog hung faintly over the castle gate.

The wind howled eerily, and the moon, hidden behind dark clouds, only illuminated the ground with a dim light.

Thump thump. The sound of footsteps echoed, and then a silver-haired girl appeared. She was wearing a holy robe and a crown, and her face resembled the emperor.

“Nice to see you again, Spirit Knight.”

“Yeah. It’s been a while.”

In the middle of it all stood the red-haired knight Lautrec Pendrin, holding a rune sword in his hand.

He adjusted his grip on his sword as he stared at the girl who looked exactly like his master, walking slowly towards him from the other side.

“That spirit… … seems to have managed to make a new contract.”

“It just so happened.”

“It seems like the original contract has not been restored yet. Is that okay?”

Cletara smiled at Sylphy. Her smile was strikingly similar to Lincia’s, but even more eerie.

Lautrec took a deep breath. In just a few months, Cleta Iscoval had become several times stronger than before. Even when they had faced each other before, he had been overwhelmed, but now he was no match for him.

Moreover, as Kleta said, the contract between Lautrec and Sylphy had weakened after the incident at Hyllings.

In other words, the difference in power is clear.

However, if this passage is not blocked, Crete will enter the inner city.

There is a queen there who must be protected.

Then I could never give it to you.

“Are you really going to fight me? Do you think you can win?”

“Well, I guess you never know until you try.”

“Then I’ll tell you before you try it. You will definitely die to me.”

As she spoke, Cleta took a step forward. Black fog began to surround her as she walked.

The most overwhelming power I’ve ever seen. Cold sweat runs down my spine.

“If you just tell me where my brother is, I’ll spare your life. Including that Yuria.”

At those words, Lautrec burst out laughing.

“Do you think I would sell out my colleagues?”

“Of course I thought not.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Cleta snapped her fingers, and a tentacle from behind her hair swooped down toward Lautrec.

Lautrec quickly raised his sword to parry it, but the recoil sent him flying into the air.

“… … Huh.”

An overwhelming power gap.

Lautrec couldn’t help but feel that now, Cleta Iscoval was stronger than any apostle.

Instead of striking back at the tentacles that flew in one after another, I managed to dodge them or evade them by maneuvering with my shills.

But by the time Lautrec had landed on the ground again, Cleta had run right up to him. The sword in her hand, bearing the emblem of Iscoval, had been given power and turned black.

visor!

A tremendous recoil. Sword strikes flying in succession.

The swordsmanship that flowed up Lautrec’s blade like flowing water naturally brought to mind a man.

“Is this Fried’s swordsmanship!”

“I’m the original. My brother only learned it through watching.”

Kkakakakak!

Lautrec’s swords clashed repeatedly, and each time, Cleta’s sword gained momentum. This was an undesirable situation for Lautrec, who originally had little knowledge of swordsmanship.

Cleta’s blade cut through his shoulder. The shoulder blade split and blood spurted out.

Lautrec, deciding he could no longer endure it, waved his arms and uttered a psychic spell.

“Silphy!”

“It will be useless.”

However, Silphi, whose screams were colorless, was tightly bound by Cleta’s tentacles.

“… … .”

“Are you going to continue like this?”

To Cleta, who asked with a bitter smile, Lautrec smiled faintly.

“Of course. I’ve worked hard to create this structure.”

“……what?”

At that moment, a woman jumped out of the pile of grass.

Covered in dirt, she lowered her scarf and opened her mouth wide.

The pattern carved on the tongue took on a bright hue.

“――――!”

Cleta also tried to dodge quickly, but Yuria was faster than her.

An ear-splitting noise, a storm of power. Behind the staggering Kleta, the soldiers who had been lying in ambush appeared, their crossbows loaded.

An ambush with all her might. Immediately afterwards, a sharp crossbow enchanted with high-level magic pierces Cleta’s body. As the arrows strike one after another, she staggers and falls to the ground like a marionette with her strings loosened.

But Lautrec didn’t think that this would render him powerless.

He immediately raised his sword and wrapped it around Mana. The brightly emitting Mana soon turned into a bright red flame, and Lautrec struck it down.

Kwakwakwang!

There was a loud explosion, and the ground split open. A thin layer of smoke billowed out in an instant, and the empty space was filled with dust.

Lautrec stepped back, covering his mouth with the dust that made it impossible to see even an inch ahead. Yuria, who had used her voice, also approached him, rubbing her Adam’s apple.

“are you okay?”

“Knock knock knock. Yes, yes.”

Despite her constant coughing, Yuria kept her eyes wide open and stared at Creta.

With his body covered in beeswax from the enchanted arrows and hit by the highest level of the spell, and Lautrec’s attack added to that, even if he was an apostle of a foreign god, there was no way he could avoid taking damage.

“It was a full-power spell. Kolok. Even Cletar wouldn’t be safe from this… … .”

But Yuria’s expression hardened.

Because there was a human figure rising from the dust.

Eventually, as the dust cleared and the sky cleared, the two saw Cleta standing upright with her face distorted in disgust.

“You thought about it well. I’ll admit it honestly. I did think about the ambush, but I didn’t anticipate the words.”

“……her.”

Lautrec absentmindedly observed Cleta’s condition.

The countless crossbows that were stuck in his body have long since disappeared without a trace.

Although the hem of her clothes was somewhat tattered, there was not a single scratch on her body.

“Oh, the worst… … No, shit, really.”

“Yuria, you shouldn’t use such bad words.”

“No, then what is that if it’s not fucking?”

Yuria complained, holding her head, and Lautrec sighed deeply, stanching the bleeding from his shoulder.

There really was no monster.

*

“The stage is good, the script is good, and the actors are good.”

Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption, who was watching this from afar, smiled happily.

At first, I was thinking of helping Kleta, who was making a frontal assault, but in that situation, there was no need to do anything. Kleta could defeat him on her own even if I just left her alone.

In that case, it would be much better to block reinforcements rather than interfere.

“I guess I have to stop the wise man then.”

Arwen turned Sepia’s head after making that decision.

In the inner courtyard, the guards, including Yuriad, were fully prepared and were heading out to support Lautrec’s side. If they joined, even Kleta would be in trouble, so Arwen decided to cause trouble right in the middle of it all.

It’s not like we didn’t consider Fried Iscobal, but he can’t hurt Crete anyway.

It would be better to cause confusion here while also checking Kazimir’s condition.

With that thought, Arwen slowly lowered Sepia’s altitude.

and.

Phaaah!

“Keeeeeek!”

A flash of light engulfed Arwen, and she fell with a scream that sounded like Sepia was being torn apart.

Barely maintaining her balance through her levitation magic, Arwen flew up and looked in the direction the attack had come from.

“Ha, hahaha. The sisters are a pair of jerks.”

The blond-haired knight, Millia Liantur, stood on the ramparts, watching Arwen.

In his left hand, there is a gigantic mana spark.

The attack just now must have been a magic shot by that knight.

“I will never let you go.”

There were countless low-level spirits hovering around Milia, who spoke calmly. She thought they were scattered around the palace, but were they being watched? Arwen realized that her thoughts were short-sighted.

I guess they are spirits that the Empress serves.

“If it’s a bad relationship, then this is a bad relationship too.”

“Where did you put your sister?”

“I killed him.”

Sigh.

It wasn’t Arwen. It was the smile that escaped from Millia’s lips.

“I told you so. I told you it exploded.”

“Yes, yes. I guess so.”

“… … Even if I tell you, you won’t listen.”

“I know you well, sister.”

With those words, Milia slowly lowered her posture. She added briefly, ready to respond at any moment.

“My sister won’t die.”

The sword she held slowly began to fill with golden mana. A magic bullet also took shape in her other hand.

Arwen gulped at the purity that was not so different from that of Seira Lianthur.

Arwen, who had just been thoroughly beaten by that kind of mana, couldn’t help but feel nervous.

“I heard that you use magic these days. Is that true?”

“Thanks to whom.”

After my older sister, I have a younger sister.

He might be a bit of a tricky opponent.

Arwen thought so.

Finally, Sepia crawled out and spread her arms, and Millia kicked off the castle walls and jumped up.