I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

180 – Falling Moon – (Complete)

Meanwhile, at the gate of the palace.

In the scene that was left in ruins as if a storm had passed, two girls who looked exactly alike were standing there.

But while one side remained upright, the other side was staggering.

The results of the fierce battle are out.

“It’s all over, now.”

Empress Lincia Airn said so.

That aristocratic tone and neat gestures. A destructive vortex of mana that doesn’t match them.

The highest spirit, emitting colorful eyes, was growling as it surrounded Kleta.

“uuugh.”

Meanwhile, Cleta Iscoval spat out a stream of black clumps of blood rising from his throat.

The tentacles have already been completely consumed.

My brain was tingling. My joints were screaming. There was a limit to how much power I could hold.

The demon of the foreign body that was inside his body was now quiet. That means he had used that much strength.

“Sure, you are of divine blood, kuluck. I admit it.”

“Cleta said, spitting out sticky saliva mixed with blood.

As soon as she finished speaking, the spirits that had been lined up around Lincia disappeared as if they were melting into the air.

“It’s a shame. If I had held out a little longer, I would have been the first to run out of strength.”

Lincia grumbled, and Cleta smiled bitterly.

It was all his own fault. The damage he received from the attacks by Yuria Enruin and Spirit Knight Lautrec was greater than he had expected.

And above all, I never thought that the Empress herself would come forward, and that she would summon six of the highest spirits.

Lincia Airn’s power is overwhelming.

There is only one person in this world who can cause such destruction single-handedly.

In some ways, he was a person with even more monstrous talent than Seira Liantur.

“Heh, heh heh heh.”

Cleta smiled bitterly and watched the empress slowly approaching her.

A representative of the god walking slowly, with Kazimir’s flames rising from behind the vision in the background.

The sight reminded her of a grim reaper, and Cleta swallowed in tension.

“You took away my precious things. I won’t forgive you.”

“… … Heh, heh heh. I guess so.”

Before she knew it, what was in Lincia Airn’s hand was a black dagger.

Cleta was also a familiar object.

Isn’t that the dagger that my detestable brother stabbed into my father’s chest?

“My brother would hate that.”

“It doesn’t matter. I have to take responsibility for it all.”

Lincia, who had arrived in front of Creta without realizing it, slowly raised her dagger.

There was a resolute will in those eyes.

Her pink lips opened and a calm voice flowed out.

“Get off.”

WHAT!

The dagger dug through, cutting through the flesh.

Of course, it wasn’t stuck in Crete’s chest.

“Ugh!”

At the last moment, Cleta raised her hand with great effort to catch the sword.

My palm is pierced, and a tingling pain runs through my whole body.

My teeth are chattering loudly.

Is this the fear of death? Cleta felt joy rise on her face at the sensation she had not felt in a long time.

As expected, he seemed to be quite damaged.

“All of this is pointless resistance!”

Lincia distorted her face and held the dagger with both hands.

Slowly the sword began to dig in.

Cleta kicked her arm away just before the tip of the sword could touch her chest.

Crunch!

The severed wrist rolls on the ground, and a semi-solid power splatters from the cross-section.

There was no time to feel pain.

Because Lincia gritted her teeth and swung the dagger repeatedly, each time leaving a new wound.

“Ugh!”

“Be quiet! Die!”

Lincia didn’t miss the moment when Cleta slipped on the blood spilled on the floor.

He holds the dagger in his hand and thrusts it down with all his might.

This is absolutely unavoidable. Thinking so, Cleta closed her eyes.

――Phew.

But contrary to fears, the dagger never touched Cleta’s body.

When Cleta opened her eyes slightly, wondering what was going on, she saw a familiar back figure before her eyes.

It was a person that both girls were familiar with.

“… … .”

“… … .”

At the same time, the surroundings froze.

Lincia was the first to break the silence.

“Fried… … ?”

Guardian Knight Fried Iscoval.

The dagger that Lincia swung pierced the chest of the man who was blocking Creta.

The breastplate he was wearing was crushed by the blood flames and the tentacles of Cleta, but it was strong enough for Lincia’s dagger to cut through.

“……uh?”

Lincia opened her eyes wide.

Only then did he seem to understand the situation.

Why, why on earth is Fried here?

I would have put him to sleep. I would have sent him to a safe place through the spirits.

So, he shouldn’t have died.

“Oh, no! Fried!”

Lincia suddenly came to her senses and quickly released the hand holding the dagger.

At the same time, Fried started to cry and vomit blood.

Lincia’s lips trembled as she watched the bright red blood pouring down like a waterfall. She shook her shoulders like an aspen tree and chattered her teeth.

That expression was so desperate that even his arch-rival, Kleta, wanted to turn away.

“… … Lincia.”

Fried opened his mouth.

“Don’t talk! There’s blood! There’s blood! No more!”

“it’s okay.”

“No, it’s not okay!”

With trembling hands, Lincia tried to stop the blood flowing out of the black hole in Fried’s chest, but every time she did, her hands became soaked in blood.

Everyone present understood.

Fried Iscobal was now dying.

“… … Please listen carefully to what I say.”

“Don’t say it! You’ll die! Oh, no!”

However, he raised his hand without showing any sign of embarrassment or pain, with only one eye tightly closed.

A blood-soaked hand ran through Lincia’s hair.

Wiping away the tear-stained cheeks, Fried smiled faintly.

“It’s okay. Lincia will do well.”

“… …Why, why.”

“There was no other way.”

Fried raised his other hand.

And then.

“Status.”

He muttered something nonsensical.

Finally, a hand gesture through the air.

Before Lincia could scream in frustration, Fried said with a determined look in his eyes.

“I will definitely come back again.”

“… … .”

“This time, it’s a real promise.”

With those words, he fell down as if he had collapsed.

The scene was as if some transcendent being had taken his soul from him.

“… … Ugh.”

At the same time, Cleta felt an aura that seemed to be squeezing her whole body.

It wasn’t just simple pain. It was the complete burning out of one of the elements that made up the character of Cleta Iscoval.

This is a signal that the oath has been broken.

Lincia also had a very tired look on her face.

She staggered and fell to the ground, and silence filled the room.

“Your Majesty.”

Cleta opened her mouth.

“This is the binding nature of the oath. No matter what you think, you have no choice but to protect me.”

“… … .”

“Unfortunately, the oath has been fulfilled in one form or another. Now, only the final steps remain.”

That means, all that’s left is for Cleta to kill Lincia.

Cleta, who understood the situation, slowly got up.

He approached Fried, who had become a cold corpse, his last remaining family member. He gently closed his wide-open eyes and pulled out the dagger from his chest.

“……idiot.”

I muttered with sincerity.

A feeling of regret that swells in the heart.

After all, I guess I didn’t hate my older brother.

I feel it again.

“Ah, aaah.”

And before that feeling could subside, a scream of terrible despair was heard.

Lincia was sobbing and clutching her head.

“Oh, no! That’s not true!”

No matter how much you deny it, reality doesn’t change.

And Lincia Airn was a person with surprisingly quick understanding of the situation.

By the time she raised her head again, the tears had already stopped flowing.

Instead, blazing anger and murderous intent were directed at Crete.

“… … It’s all because of you. It’s all――.”

“Yeah. I won’t deny it.”

“My, my… … article… … .”

With her face twisted and bloodstained by Fried’s touch, Lincia crawled forward and took out the scabbard from Fried’s waist.

Ernst, the Imperial Sword.

Soon, she pulled out her sword and her expression took on an eerie murderous look.

“――How dare you, how dare you… … .”

Cleta swallowed hard.

I weighed who would win, but there was no answer.

Cleta has one wrist cut off and other wounds all over her body, while Lincia is fine.

However, when it comes to swordsmanship, Cleta would be overwhelmingly superior.

“It’s common for power and mana to run out.”

“… … .”

“Now it will be a fight of pure flesh.”

Lincia did not respond to Creta’s words.

Instead, he just took a step closer and swung his sword.

I touch my dagger to Ernst’s blade, which is radiant with divine light.

visor!

A neat combination.

The sound of a gun announcing the final battle broke through the silence.