I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

181 – Lincia Airn – (1)

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A metallic sound rang out.

Kazimir’s blood-stained sword continued to fly towards her, but Eina deflected them all with near-magical movements.

It was a feat that was possible because Emma had already instructed her not to touch that bright red blood.

Phew!

Swords clash as they cut through the air, sending sparks flying.

A strange delight came over Kazimir’s face.

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The swords clashed once again, and Eina frowned, feeling something strange.

And then I realized what that sense of discomfort was all about.

“Ugh――.”

Eina clicked her tongue slightly and stepped back to examine the sword.

It was a tiny crack, so small that even the most skilled craftsman would not notice it, but it was gradually growing larger as it was continuously exposed to the heat of the blood flame.

“Haha. Did you notice? A sword made of metal can never stand against this flame.”

“… … .”

A purple light was rippling across Eina’s blade, but her efforts were rendered useless by Kazimir’s blood magic, which was destroying every corner of the blade.

“Unless it is a famous sword of the level of the Imperial Sword, no other swordsman can defeat me.”

Eina dropped her sword-holding hand and looked at Kazimir.

Her lips move slowly.

“Then, you don’t have to use it.”

As Kazimir opened his eyes wide, Eina took a deep breath.

“―――――!”

The power of pure language.

The command was fired.

This was on a whole different level from what Yuria was casting.

A circular crater formed around Eina, and the spirit rushed towards Kazimir, leaving huge marks on the ground and walls.

“Huh! A word?! How!”

Kazimir hastily deployed a barrier, but it was of no use.

It struck Kazimir’s body, even breaking through the power of blood magic.

Blood poured out, dyeing the grass red.

Kazimir bent one knee and looked at Eina. The look in his eyes was unmistakable astonishment. At the same time, there was also joy.

“Ha, hahaha.”

He seemed amazed at the pain he felt.

“A spirit? A spirit master? So the successor of the lost art of the age of gods really existed!”

The corners of the mouth go up.

“You, I will tear out your tongue and transplant it.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Eina stroked her chin again and prepared her speech.

“It won’t be easy.”

“Hahahahahaha!”

Kazimir burst into hearty laughter.

“Mother, it seems like the world is a small place. I’m still a frog in a well!”

Kazimir raised both his hands towards the sky. Then, with a ecstatic smile on his face, he drew out his blood magic.

Emma, ​​who was like a real mother to her, sighed deeply as she looked up at the sky calling for her mother.

“Oh, that… is your son always like that?”

“Yeah. He was a capable but stupid kid.”

Emma smiled bitterly.

Casimir was in some ways more aware of the fate of his blood relatives than he was of his own.

He is cold-hearted and merciless. He is good at calculating the pros and cons. That must be why he was able to gain the support of the Jinjos, unlike Emma, ​​who was emotional and romantic.

As Emma was reminiscing about her painful past, Cora spoke up.

“Can Lord Eina win?”

“… … It would be difficult if I couldn’t use a sword.”

“Even though I have the ability to scream?”

“The role of the commander is to support the battle. It can never become the main character.”

Emma, ​​who had lived for a long time, remembered meeting a true elocutionist.

Because that’s exactly what the emperor of several generations ago did.

And he also fought by mixing words based on swordsmanship. Emma could tell because she had seen him face to face.

“Therefore, it is highly likely that Eina will lose.”

“Well, that won’t do!”

“Okay. I guess I’ll have to figure out a way to do that from now on.”

However, there is no sword. While Eina can only use the spell, Kazimir’s accumulated blood reserves are enormous.

Furthermore, Emma has almost lost all of her life force, including her blood, while destroying Kazimir’s blood vessel, and Korra, a mere soldier, is of no help in battle.

So, at most, it will only last a few minutes.

“… … The situation is bad.”

As Emma, ​​who had come to that conclusion, was chewing her lips in impatience, Cora clapped her hands.

“no!”

“huh?”

“There is a way!”

With those words, Cora’s eyes sparkled.

The helmet had already been thrown away, as if it had been caught. His brown hair had fallen down to his shoulders. It seemed as if he had no intention of hiding it anymore.

“Please wait a moment! I’ll be right back!”

“Hey, what the heck is that… … .”

Before he could finish speaking, Cora ran across the middle of the garden.

In fact, it was a parade.

“……haha.”

Emma, ​​left alone, had no choice but to laugh in vain.

*

Yuria Enruin led her injured body.

The battle between Fried, Lincia, and Cleta that began immediately after Yuriad fell.

The knights of the Royal Guard had already been blown away beyond the castle walls by the aftermath of the rush of the highest spirits.

A few minutes later, when things had quieted down, Yuria came to her senses.

“Ugh! This is the worst!”

His shoulder was dislocated and wouldn’t listen to me, and blood was gushing out, as if he had suffered an internal injury.

But it was worth the effort.

Anyway, his role ends here. All that’s left is for Fried Iscoval, that human being, to defeat Creta.

“… … Ugh, I can’t do this anymore.”

They dug up the ground with great effort and dug up the knights, including Lautrec, from the ground.

Unlike Yuria, they faced Kleta head-on, so their condition was severe. In Lautrec’s case, he had all kinds of sword wounds all over his body.

He stroked the unconscious Lautrec’s head, trying to stop the blood from flowing out.

“please.”

You must not die.

Isn’t he the one who introduced you to the world?

The sound of grass rustling in the distance was heard by Yuria’s ears as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

“… … Yuria.”

The voice was familiar to her too.

When I turned my head, there was a woman with pink hair wearing a suggestive outfit.

However, the appearance that should have been bright was dull and haggard, covered in dust.

Above all, one of his arms was cut off, and black power was dripping from the cross-section.

“Seneca.”

Seneca, the apostle of lust.

She was approaching Yuria.

“Huh!”

I quickly took off my scarf and thought about making a sound, but the moment I opened my mouth, a terrible pain shot through me.

“Ugh!”

A lump of blood came up.

His vocal cords were torn, leaving him unable to speak.

Unlike the real word, Yuria’s was merely an imitation. There was also a limit to the number of times it could be used.

“What are you planning, Kolok?”

In the end, Yuria had no choice but to open her eyes wide and watch Seneca walk towards her.

“I came to kill you.”

“… … .”

The answer is as expected.

Seneca walked slowly with a dark expression and bent his knees.

“It was a message from Lady Arwen. Kill every single Guardian without exception.”

“… … You, you… … !”

Unable to contain her anger, Yuria rushed forward, but was soon stopped by the black arm that Seira had summoned using her power.

Seneca let out a small sigh as he watched Yuria struggling for a while.

“I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can do.”

This is a huge wave.

No matter how good the breakwater is, if you drop anchor, you will be swept away.

For Seneca, who is not even a mere buoy, there is no choice.

Woohoo.

Empower.

Her ability is a bomb with enough destructive power to kill even a god. If she uses a part of her body as a catalyst, she can unleash power that is enough to kill an Archmage.

But here, there was no need to put in that much effort.

If there was just a small explosion with a little bit of power, all the injured would die.

Seneca closed his eyes gently, and clear tears flowed down Yuria’s pupils.

yet.

The explosion gradually took shape.

Now, all you have to do is gently push the button with your hand in your mind.

“… … .”

However, a few seconds.

But even after several minutes, Seneca did not explode.

“Seneca.”

“… … .”

Because Yuria was looking at him with sad eyes.

Because Yuria, who had been in an environment just as poor as mine, if not worse, had such humane eyes.

Seneca couldn’t bring himself to cause an explosion.

Instead, he opened his mouth.

“In the spirit world.”

“……uh?”

“Is this the cool guy you were talking about?”

Seneca’s inorganic gaze soon turned to the knight, Lautrec, who was checking on Yuria’s condition.

Yuria nodded blankly, her eyes widening at the question.

“You told me to struggle?”

“That’s right. Live in this world. Don’t be pessimistic. Forgive me and show mercy. The fact that I wasn’t sentenced to death is all thanks to this person.”

Yuria’s eyes slightly widened at Seneca’s reaction.

In any case, those who were bound by fate were each other’s equal.

That’s why I could understand.

Seneca was now conflicted.

“So I decided to live in the world, like I used to. Not tied down by a religious order, not tied down by anything.”

After Yuria finished speaking, Seneca stood there dumbfounded.

There was one emotion in that haggard expression.

It was the same emptiness that Yuria felt a few months ago when she was bored.

“……i like you?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Do you like that person?”

“… … .”

At Seneca’s words, Yuria’s eyes lit up.

I like it, La.

It depends on how you think about it… … .

“that…….”

Yuria tried to mumble her words, then shook her head.

No, how can you come all this way and lie to your feelings? You’re not even a child.

“That’s right. I like it.”

“… … .”

Seneca’s eyes opened wide.

“I love you. I love you so much.”

As Yuria continued to speak, driving a wedge in, Seneca’s face distorted.

It was definitely a look of pain.

Seneca just sat down and started to sob like a little child.

… … .

… … .

How many minutes have passed?

Seneca raised his head.

Trying to hide his reddened eyes, he asked in a soft voice.

“Can I love someone too?”

“of course.”

That was the immediate answer.

I could be sure.

Seneca’s eyes wavered at Yuria’s firm answer.

And then slowly opened his mouth.

“I am…….”

“huh.”

“So, I… … .”

Yuria listened to Seneca’s next words… … .

“Huh, huh?! Knights… … ?”

That expectation was shattered by a feeble voice.

“… … .”

“… … .”

As their gazes met, the soldier in front of her, Cora, scratched the back of her head and tilted her head.

“Ahaha… … . Did I bother you… … ?”

The look on Cora’s face as she said those words was truly hateful.