I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

177 – Falling Moon – (2)

The gate was filled with silence. Enveloped in the light of mana emitted by the highest spirits, Lincia Airn bent down and gently stroked the hair of Fried, who was falling asleep.

As the ash-gray hair bloomed between her fingers, Lincia felt an inexplicable warmth.

Fried Iscobal.

Knight of the Imperial Household.

No, it’s just Lincia’s article.

“Fried. Don’t worry.”

I recited it to him who was already unconscious.

There’s nothing to worry about anymore, because I’ll end all the shackles.

The story about the oath I heard from Millia.

By oath, Fried, the mediator between the two gods, can never kill Cleta.

But it’s not Lincia. That’s why only Lincia can kill that apostle. That’s why Fried was incapacitated.

“I hate to admit it, but there is a resemblance, for sure.”

Lincia turned her head and looked at Cleta.

She was a girl who looked exactly like Lincia herself, except that her hair color was a little dull.

“I think I’m a little prettier.”

“Haha. You’re being overly self-conscious.”

The fact that the foreign press’s disgusting limbs look exactly like you.

That definitely made me feel bad.

“Everyone, please give it your all.”

Lincia straightened her clothes and radiated mana from her body. A silver light appeared in her emerald eyes, and colorful mana began to rise from the bodies of the highest spirits standing in line.

The light was so strong that it even obscured the moonlight rising in the middle of the night.

A sight reminiscent of a rainbow.

“I’ve heard the story… … but it’s really amazing.”

He serves six of the highest spirits. This is an achievement that no one has been able to achieve since the founding emperor Balug.

That unrealistic legend has now been realized once again by his successor, a thousand years later.

Cleta’s body naturally stiffens.

A single high-ranking spirit can deal with a decent army, and the highest-ranking spirit has overwhelming power. It is literally an asymmetrical force that can deal with any army.

Even for an apostle, facing six of those highest spirits was tantamount to suicide.

but.

“But you know, Your Majesty, don’t you have enough mana to operate all of this?”

“… … .”

Lincia kept her mouth shut at Cleta’s remark.

It would take an overwhelming amount of mana to manifest a spirit of this size. It would probably take several, or even dozens, of advanced magicians to sustain it for several hours.

On the continent, there is no one with the talent to lead such a large force of spirits on his own, except for Seira Liantur.

Even if she is an empress who receives the protection of the Spirit King, it would be no different.

“It doesn’t matter.”

But Empress Lincia Airn shook her head and muttered with intense anger in her eyes.

“Even if it’s just for a moment, I’ll have no problem killing you.”

“Huh. It’s scary?”

He meant it.

The Empress was using all her might to kill Cleta.

Cleta felt a cold sweat run down her spine and moistened her parched lips.

After all, as of now, there is no way for her to defeat that empress.

That’s why you have no choice but to fight a war of attrition until you run out of mana.

Cleta, who had been calculating the pros and cons for a moment, raised the corners of her lips, thinking that it was worth a try.

Woohoo.

After thinking it over, Cleta kicked the ground, and at Lincia’s gesture, six of the world’s greatest predators rushed in at once.

The karma of the highest fire spirit, Flamrus, burned his son-in-law.

A shard of the scale of Denebris, the highest dark spirit, dominated the space.

The dance of the highest wind spirit, Silphi, was suffocating Kleta.

The footsteps of the highest earth spirit, Earth Akan, shook the earth.

Besides, the light spirit’s brilliance obscures your vision and the water spirit’s swamp catches your ankles.

An unavoidable joint attack.

Cleta decided to take it all in, wrapping the power around herself and forming her tentacles into a shield.

Kookookookookook!

Suddenly, a tremendous shock strikes.

More than Fried’s attack, more than Yuria’s words.

No, the recoil was stronger than all the attacks I had blocked so far combined.

“Ugh!”

Black blood spurts out of the mouth.

Cleta’s blood vessels burst and her skin turned a dark red. The demon within her was also screaming in pain.

“Damn it, Mr. Pedras. That plan should have been properly executed, kuluck.”

Cleta pulled herself together, calling out the name of the apostle who had already passed away in a state of resentment.

It seemed like it would be a more difficult fight than initially expected.

*

Apostle Emma of the Bloodline continued to see Apostle Kazimir spewing blood flames.

Casimir lavished the blood he had accumulated over the decades. In an instant, the palace garden was engulfed in red flames.

If things continued like this, it wouldn’t be strange if the entire palace were engulfed in flames.

However, there was almost no power left in the palace to stop that apostle. Numerous spirits were already flying around the gate, causing tremendous destruction, and the Archmage was also unable to fight at the moment.

In other words, the only people who can stay here and fight are Emma and Eina.

No, there was one more.

“Heh, heh heh heh heh. Why, why am I here… … ?”

A soldier adjusting his helmet while trembling.

No, Emma’s eyes can’t be fooled. This child is a girl.

“Child, if you’re scared, you can go back.”

“… … Is that okay?”

saying.

The soldier who was looking at Emma with sparkling eyes, Cora quickly gathered her thoughts and shook her head.

“Oh, no. It’s okay. If it’s not me… I don’t think it’ll work.”

“Hmm.”

“Because I am Sir Fried’s servant!”

“How foolish.”

“… … It looks like that? But… … I have to do something… … .”

“… … .”

You look just like your master.

I didn’t say those words.

Because it was clear that it would hurt the girl.

Instead, Emma looked away from Cora and fixed her gaze on the tall elven woman standing next to her.

“Agathon.”

“… … .”

Eina Agathon looked at Emma with cold eyes.

Certainly, for Eina, who was once a Guardian Knight, Emma was no different from the enemy of her fellow Knights.

Because of his poor circumstances, he asked for help from a passing woman. Because of the circumstances, Eina reluctantly followed him, but she still looked uneasy.

“Are you still blaming Jim?”

“… … .”

The mute knight Eina Agathon closed her eyes gently.

That one small gesture was the answer.

“Yeah. I guess so. I understand, all of it.”

Emma raised her charred hand and clenched it into a fist.

Eina glanced at the hand, then looked back at Kazimir.

I knew we had to join forces, but there was nothing we could do about it given the circumstances.

Emma took a deep breath and bowed her head.

“I would like to apologize for what happened in the past….”

My tongue was itching to use the polite language I didn’t use, but there was no way to win without asking for an apology.

Eina didn’t answer, and Emma simply bowed her head even deeper.

“… … .”

A moment of silence.

Eina still didn’t move an inch.

As Emma raised her head with a bitter smile, Cora suddenly opened her mouth.

“Over there, over there!”

It was directed at Eina.

“I don’t know much about what happened between you two in the past… … It’s not something I, a mere soldier, can interfere with, but… … .”

“… … .”

“But I have to say it anyway.”

Taking a deep breath, Cora said.

“I really don’t think this is right.”

Eina’s eyebrows twitched as she kept her mouth shut.

Cora almost cowered at the look in her eyes that seemed to say, “What do you know?” No, she actually swallowed her breath, but soon shook her head and continued speaking.

“I’m stupid, but I know what’s right and what’s wrong.”

Cora glared at Kazimir, who was suddenly emitting bloodshot eyes.

“Let’s settle the grudges of the past and deal with that monster first!”

“… … .”

Eina and Emma couldn’t help but be surprised by those words.

The impudent soldier was laughing.

Cora smiled faintly, wondering where she had learned such tricks.

In the end, Emma had no choice but to say this.

“Child, you really are like your master.”

“… … Uh, um. I don’t like that.”

The answer was immediate.

Aina also sighed deeply as she snickered. It was a gesture that held many things in mind.

Finally, Aina took a step forward and drew her sword. The sword was engulfed in purple mana and began to emit an eerie aura.

What came next was something that neither Emma nor Cora had expected.

“I know. It’s meaningless.”

At first I wondered whose voice it was.

But the voice was clearly coming from Eina, who had turned her back.

Emma said, embarrassed.

“… …Agathon, I couldn’t speak.”

“Not really. I just kept it blocked.”

“What, stop it? What?”

When Eina turned her head slightly, a thick aura flowed out of her mouth.

Emma’s eyes widened at the sight.

Pure mana. It was similar to Yuria’s, but its purity was on a different level.

Like Yuria Enruin, it wasn’t something that was clumsily created by transplanting sentences from foreign news.

That is… … .

“Really… … a word?”

A special mana constitution that occurs with astronomical probability.

The art of exercising overwhelming power through the medium of words has been dominant in all societies, regardless of time or place.

“……okay.”

Eina nodded, closing her eyes slightly.

The atmosphere seemed to have completely changed.

Eina Agathon, the elder of the Word Masters.

That was the name Eina used in elven society.