I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

182 – Lincia Airn – (2)

A swordsmanship passed down from generation to generation in the Count Iscoval family.

This is a swordsmanship that uses the opponent’s strength to its advantage, and has been passed down through the long history of the Baekjak family.

Even though the family was ruined and in decline due to their involvement in a rebellion against the imperial family, the elders of Iscoval considered it more important than anything else to pass down this unique swordsmanship to their direct descendants.

and.

–visor!

A heavy, clanging sound.

The rhythmic tones that resonated in the silence of the gate that had been reduced to ashes reminded me of a symphony.

“asleep!”

Lincia Airn swung her sword with bloodshot eyes.

The sword strike flew in sharply and precisely, aiming for Cleta’s neck, but the black dagger interfered with the sword’s path.

It was a slight recoil, but the effect was great. Ernst’s sword curved and naturally deflected Cleta’s body.

“haha.”

Cleta Iscobal, the rightful successor to the original sword technique.

She was blocking the imperial sword with a small, thin dagger.

The difference in range and the strength of the sword are clearly inferior to the Empress.

But the Iscoval swordsmanship existed to solve all of these, and Kleta was a master of it.

Unlike his older brother Fried, he learned all the herbivores through his father Laham.

The lack of physical ability is compensated for by the small amount of power remaining in the body.

In other words, as long as the body can hold out, Crete’s victory is certain.

Cleta smiled with a repentant smile, placed her dagger against Ernst’s blade and twisted her wrist.

Kkakak! The recoil made her wrists snap. However, Cleta held it in and moved her feet. At the same time, Ernst’s sword swayed.

Without missing the gap, Cleta quickly approaches the Empress.

Looking at Lincia Airn’s distorted expression, I laugh.

“also.”

also.

be easy.

Cleta just swung her dagger.

Since the blade wasn’t sharp enough, I didn’t think it would kill her with just one strike. However, even if she were the empress, there would be a limit to how much she could be fatally wounded.

however.

puck!

“Ugh.”

Cleta’s expectations were dashed by a lightning-quick kick to her lower abdomen.

At first, I didn’t understand what was happening.

But when I raised my head, I saw Lincia with a cold expression and her left leg raised.

“――It’s obvious.”

Cleta fell out and rolled on the floor.

“Ugh. Huh.”

Vomit comes up from my mouth.

A feeling of embarrassment came over me.

How on earth did you react?

What a spicy back and forth in an unbalanced situation.

“Did you learn martial arts…?”

Cleta muttered.

According to what I heard from the sect’s intelligence, the empress’s physical abilities are not very good.

It has been said that he has excellent magical abilities including spiritism, but that he is a total idiot when it comes to swordsmanship.

Kookung!

Ernst, faintly possessed by Mana, is stabbed in the eye.

Cleta quickly rolled over to dodge.

“Ha, hahaha. That’s so ridiculous.”

In fact, the Empress’s body itself was not that of a trained person. It was neither firm nor muscular.

However, even with such a poor body, Lincia wields a sword that is more than half the size of her body.

Ernst’s weight would be comparable to that of the Empress.

In other words, the Empress knew how to use her body most efficiently at the moment. Every muscle movement, from the grip of the sword handle to the sword technique, was at the peak of efficiency.

It is a secret that even mercenaries who have been fighting for decades on the front lines cannot easily master. It is a realm that is revealed through long experience and years of training.

What on earth is going on?

“no way.”

At the last moment, I saw Fried Iscoval caressing the Empress while muttering incantatory words.

The transfer of power… something like that?

It was a ridiculous inference, but there was no other hypothesis.

“You’re just a nuisance to the end, Brother.”

Cleta scrunched her face and raised her dagger again.

The Empress’s level was far greater than Kleta had expected. No, it was more than outstanding; she was no different from a knight.

Currently, my left wrist is cut off, so the only thing I can trust is my right hand.

I had no choice but to hold out until the fainted demon of the foreign god rose again and restored my power.

“――This is the worst.”

Cleta muttered.

*

“Would you like more?”

“… … Huh.”

A courtyard where blood is burning.

Aina Agathon squinted one eye at the blood running down her forehead.

Kazimir waved one hand. In it he held a streamlined brown metal object.

“I guess I can’t swing my sword anymore, can I?”

What Kazimir was holding was Eina’s prosthetic hand.

After a fierce battle, he lost his arm.

If it had been his own arm, he would never have been affected, but no matter how well the prosthetic hand was made by a craftsman, it was vulnerable to the high temperature emitted by blood flames.

“Stop sticking your tongue out. I’ll just cut it off and kill you.”

“shut up.”

As soon as Aina finished speaking, a thick magical aura spread across the floor.

Kazimir giggled, his voice faltering in the aftermath.

“Well, I guess it wouldn’t be a big deal if I cut off the tongue after killing it.”

Kazimir, who had once again drawn his bloody blade, walked slowly.

Aina frowned and looked around.

Emma was looking at this with a worried expression.

“Run away. Jim will waste time.”

Emma approached her, seemingly determined, leading her still half-body, but Eina shook her head.

It was a story I didn’t want to hear.

“Why? Jim doesn’t have much life left anyway. Just leave him alone… … .”

“It’s noisy, so keep your mouth shut.”

“… … .”

And so on.

Emma unconsciously closed her lips at Eina’s command.

“joy.”

Eina clicked her tongue and stepped forward toward Emma.

Anyway, I had already experienced the sense of loss of a comrade from the tragedy twenty years ago.

Since then, I have experienced countless bereavements due to my shortcoming as a long-lived person.

At first glance, it seemed like I would become numb to such feelings, but I never got used to it.

“I hate abandoning my comrades now.”

“… … .”

Eina Agathon, a vassal of Heartspelt and former Guardian Knight, is an elder elf.

Unlike other elves, he had a more human personality than anyone else.

Emma’s eyes widened at Eina’s words, but soon a faint smile appeared on her face.

And he pulled out the last shred of life and held it in his hand.

“Then… … this is Jim’s sincerity towards his colleagues.”

With those words, a translucent, blood-red arm grew from the cross-section of Eina’s severed arm.

With a bewildered expression, Eina moved her arms.

It moved well as I intended.

“It’s a temporary measure, but you should have no trouble swinging the sword. It’s also a material with good mana sensitivity, so it should be good for containing sword energy.”

“huh.”

Aina nodded.

Surely, at this level, you can fight.

“Ah, Sir Eina!”

The moment I had that thought.

Cora came running, tottering, from across the garden.

In his, no, in her arms was a long scabbard.

As Cora approached her, she threw her sword, and Eina reached out and grabbed the scabbard.

“This is… … .”

“It’s Sir Lautrec’s sword! I borrowed it!”

A famous sword made of iron with rune characters engraved on it.

Certainly, this level of material would be able to withstand Kazimir’s blood poison without being damaged.

Even if it was a satisfactory result, Cora coughed and chuckled.

“And~ ta-da!”

Step aside.

Behind Cora is the spirit master Yuria Enruin… … .

“Seneca?”

Emma frowned.

Seneca, the Apostle of Lust. Why on earth is that child here? And in such a timid position.

“… … Uh, um.”

Seneca hesitated, but then bowed his head.

“i look forward to.”

“… … .”

A moment of silence.

Cora, who had been hesitating, muttered in a crawling voice.

“Uh, that’s not the reaction I was expecting… … .”

Aina made a very displeased expression.

However, he did not express it in words.

“… … .”

I look at my eyes again.

Kazimir was visibly embarrassed.

The battle situation was almost like it was brought to an end. However, Aina Agathon recovered her fighting power, and Seneca, the apostle of lust, betrayed her.

In an instant, he found himself at a disadvantage.

“Seneca! Are you planning to betray me?”

Noho with a bloody aura.

Seneca flinched at the shout, but was not intimidated.

She also opened her eyes wide and told Kazimir.

“The life of being led around is over, Kazimir.”

“Do you think they will accept you? You who have already killed so many members of the royal family? What vain hope! Just throw it away.”

Seneca shook his head.

“I know. It’s okay if you don’t accept it.”

In fact, I never thought I would be exonerated.

It would be natural for him to be executed.

but.

“But I still hate the church.”

Rather, there was greater skepticism about the church.

“I also want to decide something with my own will.”

This was purely a matter of pride.

Like Yuria, Seneca was not much different from other women her age.

It seemed certain that the supposedly omnipotent foreign media had at least overlooked that fact.

“… … Ha, haha. Hahahaha.”

Kazimir chuckled, clutching his forehead.

The madness was more intense than before.

“This guy and that guy, they really are just a nuisance.”

Kazimir pulled out another bloody blade.

Two swords.

There was no time to deploy barriers or anything like that. From now on, it was just a bloody fight where you give and take.

“I’ll kill you all. I won’t even leave behind a corpse.”

With those words, Kazimir rushed in.