I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

170 – Millia Liantour – (2)

Milia has always been a hard worker.

It was like that since childhood. To catch up with the sister she admired, to be recognized by the elders of the family and her beloved father, and to prove her worth, she devoted herself to studying magic day and night.

In the process, she achieved remarkable results. Although her mana capacity was somewhat low, her coordination ability was by no means inferior to her older sister’s, and she was evaluated as being ahead in terms of creativity.

Millia raised her own value in her own way, and magic, the means by which she did so, was always enjoyable. The more she learned about it, the more new and fun it was.

As for Milia, she felt blessed to have a good teacher and a cool older sister.

The happiness didn’t last long.

It was when Milia was six that the differences between the sisters began to grow more pronounced.

Millia’s older sister, Seira Liantur, mastered thousands of spells at the age of not even ten, and even developed her own magical formula.

She was literally a genius. Unlike Milia, who was merely a copycat, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Seira was endowed with almost all magical talents.

Dozens of adult wizards were unable to defeat a mere ten-year-old boy. By the time he was twelve, he had surpassed even the elders of his family. By the age of fifteen, he had surpassed even his father, Leonard Liantur, and left his mark as the youngest Archmage in history.

Before long, Seira Liantur had become a symbol of the Liantur family.

Not many people knew that such an overwhelming genius had a younger sister.

When did I start to feel like I didn’t want to lose? When did I start to hate studying magic, which I thought was fun, to the point of making me feel nauseous?

When Leonard proudly presented the unique magic formula he had created over four days and nights to his father, the look on his face was still vivid in her mind.

The disappointment was evident on his face.

A look that says, “Is this all there is?”

Although I did my best, I could never satisfy my father in the eyes of the Archmage and in the eyes raised by Seira.

After that, Milia gave up magic.

She even gave up all her classes. Even though she was scolded and beaten, she held on. Stubbornness was her one strength.

Eventually, the family gave up on her. After about a month, all the teachers who had been invited to help Milia left the mansion.

In the end, Millia lived like a mouse, with the elders pointing at her and the label of Liantur’s scapegoat.

It was when Milia had just turned sixteen that she began to think about rebellion.

It was the day that the envoys of the Count Pendrin family came to the Duke of Liantur. The leading figures of the envoys were armored warriors. And Count Pendrin, who was a guardian knight at the time, was even more so.

The badge that announced his appointment as a knight and the gleaming blade. The scar on his face was not at all ugly. Rather, it was attractive.

The moment she saw the knight, Milia’s heart fluttered. It was the first time in a long time that she had felt this way since she had stopped practicing magic.

As an escape for Millia, who was fed up with everything related to her family, the dream of becoming a knight was the perfect destination.

That day, I took a wooden sword and practiced using the swordsmanship textbook I had secretly brought in.

As he grew older, he gained the ability to deal with the evil spirits of Yeongji alone.

Only then did Milia make a decision.

The following year, when the Pendrin family’s delegation came, Millia had secretly taken refuge in the cargo hold. The wide-open eyes of Lautrec, the second son of the Pendrin family, who first discovered her, were truly impressive.

After that, he naturally joined the Imperial Guard upon the recommendation of the Pendrin family, and things went smoothly from there.

The day after becoming a Guardian, I had a bitter initiation ceremony with a man named Fried Iscoval. I also heard the bitter words that I became a Guardian Knight because of the family’s halo. In fact, what he said was true. However, I never thought of giving up.

Now, the title of Guardian Knight was all that made up Millia.

That’s why Millia thought she would never use magic again.

Until recently.

“haha.”

He let out a dry laugh.

It’s funny how I only think about the old days now. Those old days of agony seem so pitiful.

That would be the case, since right now, Milia was deploying magic with all her might. She was using all the resources she could, including the family’s magic formula and Seira’s magic formula.

My entire body’s mana circuits were overloaded and in pain. My eyes were bloodshot and blood was leaking out of the corners of my mouth, but I was able to endure it somehow.

Kookookookook!

Sweaty hair feels cool in the strong wind.

Beneath your feet is the vast sky. What catches your body from falling under the force of gravity is a powerful flow of mana.

I didn’t really use floating magic because it felt awkward, but in a situation like this, there was no other way.

The opponent was Arwen, the Apostle of Corruption. She was a master of mobile warfare, flying through the air using the demon Sepia of the Foreign God.

“Because I won’t miss it.”

Millia shot out mana. The mana in her hand transformed into the shape of a giant bird and gathered around Arwen, who had Sepia activated.

And binge drinking.

Cookie Cutter!

It wasn’t the end. He put all his strength into the sword that Fried had given him and thrust it hard towards the epicenter. The explosion was scattered by the sword strike, and golden mana fragments were scattered.

Sepia split in an instant and escaped the damage, but Arwen, who was in the middle, could not. A lightning-like stab pierced through the vision that had disappeared due to the explosion.

“Ugh!”

Arwen ducked back hastily and narrowly escaped the impact.

Sepia’s giant hand, aiming for that gap, flew towards Millia, but she had already moved far away.

Magic discharge. It was a basic magic, but when floating magic was used, it could act as a kind of propulsion device using the recoil.

“I thought it was shallow.”

Unfortunately, Arwen seemed fine.

But that’s okay. The attack isn’t over yet.

“Ugh!”

In that state, when Millia swung her sword, the fragments of mana floating around due to the explosion turned into awls and stabbed them all at once.

And the black sword that Millia swung formed and flew towards Arwen’s heart.

however.

Cookies!

Arwen managed to block these attacks by placing Sepia in front of her.

“Ha, hahaha.”

Arwen burst into laughter.

The expression on his face was one of bewilderment.

“What the hell are you?”

“What is it? It’s just a simple article.”

“Without a single ounce of salt.”

Arwen spat out blood-tinged spit. She too managed to escape, but was not immune to internal injuries from the blast.

“What? You use magic and swordsmanship together? Do you have two mana circuits?”

“It’s just a mediocre talent.”

Milia twisted her lips.

It was a full-force strike, but Arwen managed to avoid it with difficulty. Sepia also appeared to have taken no damage at all.

The battle had already lasted for several dozen minutes. Millia’s mana had been consumed by more than half. Of course, Arwen had also consumed a lot of stamina from her battle with Seira.

Milia thought so and cheered inwardly.

“It seems that being an apostle isn’t something that just anyone can do. You’re strong, you know.”

“I’ve been living and receiving compliments from even my little friend. It’s something I’ve seen in my long life.”

Arwen shrugged her shoulders, seemingly relaxed.

“Of course I won’t let you off easy, little one.”

“This is the meal I was hoping for too.”

Millia sighed at the sight of Arwen looking so relaxed.

The mana circuit was already beyond its limit. It would probably be impossible to last much longer here.

As expected, the odds of winning were slim.

“… … .”

While Millia swallowed her worries, Arwen calmed her racing heart.

Although she didn’t show it on the outside, Arwen was actually quite embarrassed.

‘Why can’t I get through it?’

The battle began, and a question that had crossed his mind several times. Why was he struggling because he couldn’t handle that one insignificant knight?

The difference in power is obvious. This one is several times higher.

However, dealing with the real Millia Liantour was much more difficult than the power gap. In some ways, even more so than her older sister, Seira.

Seira’s attacks are incredibly strong, but there’s a way to break them. You just have to dodge or avoid them. It’s just incredibly difficult.

But the knight in front of her eyes, Millia Liantour, was not it. What she was unleashing was a feast of attacks that could never be avoided.

If there’s a reason, it’s because of my unique fighting style.

Swordsmanship and magic. Millia Liantour was using both.

Attacks with opposing characteristics rush in together.

“Haaah. This is so annoying. I’m going crazy, seriously.”

Some might call it dissonance. The attacks of opposing forces are bound to clash if not careful.

But the battle of Millia was completed with just one misstep. It seemed clumsy, but sharp. It seemed soft, but solid.

This difficulty had been troubling Arwen all along.

It’s so difficult that I can’t understand it.

How can a mere human being surround his sword and body with mana and unleash spells that rival the highest level?

Even the highest level of magic has difficulty combining magic and swordsmanship. Sharing different mana in one mana circuit is tantamount to suicide.

The clash of mana. This was a shortcut to destruction. As proof of this fact, countless mortals have died or become disabled due to the clash of mana circuits since the beginning of time.

But what about the knight in front of her? Milia was performing her miraculous tightrope walk without taking any major damage.

“Liantour, what the hell are these b*stards doing?”

Arwen was more curious about Liantur’s bloodline than that of Eirn, who carried the creator god on his back.

The Duke of Liantur produced two Archmages in one era. One of them was even called the strongest magician in history.

Moreover, what about Millia Liantur? Even Arwen, who has lived for a long time, could not figure out how this strange creature uses two different manas.

“There really was an ambush.”

If there is a god of magic, then Liantur would certainly be of this god’s bloodline.