I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

183 – Lincia Airn – (3)

Hwaaah!

Emma squinted her eyes as her entire face felt like it was on fire.

But he never closed his eyes. His first and last blood relative. He had to capture that last moment with his eyes.

“I won’t even leave a corpse behind!”

Kazimir rushed forward with two bloody blades, saying:

Aina, Yuria, and Seneca rushed to confront him.

Of course, Cora was just hiding behind Emma.

Eina, Seneca, and Yuria rush towards Kazimir, who is surrounded by bright red flames.

The sight was reminiscent of moths flying towards a pillar of fire.

But the moths, perilously close to being engulfed in flames, never faltered. No, they continued their fierce attack.

A scene resembling a god hunt.

Quagmirak――!

There is a loud bang, and Seneca’s bomb kicks away Kazimir’s bloodstain.

Originally, I had no choice but to submit to the power of a higher authority than the bloody flame that was supposed to burn everything.

Yuria’s words seep in through the split flames.

Casimir gritted his teeth and swung his sword to cut down the weak attack, but that wasn’t what he was aiming for.

“Ugh!”

A knight flying confidently through the gap between the fallen spirits and the round, spread blood flames.

The rune-engraved blade cuts sharply into Kazimir’s gap.

Phew!

My heart is pierced.

The pure purple mana did not stop there, but flowed through Kazimir’s veins and affected his entire body.

Dead blood spurts out of the mouth, and all power, including authority, is sucked out.

“Eww!”

Kazimir swung his sword and cut off Eina’s arm, but Emma’s semi-solid prosthetic hand allowed the sword to pass through without causing any damage.

An impenetrable wall stood between Emma and Kazimir when it came to the details of blood magic.

This point rather made Kazimir live in a sense of entitlement.

Kazimir shouted and leapt forward.

Despite the sword being stuck in his hand, Kazimir drove his shoulder into Eina’s groin.

This time, Eina takes a deep breath and falls out.

A sword is still stuck in his chest.

Casimir drew his sword with a frown and cut it in two.

“… … Ugh.”

Eina whetted her appetite.

It was a good sword because it was quite sharp, but it broke in an instant.

My ribs felt like they had just been broken in the collision, and the excruciating pain I felt every time I exhaled was much worse than I had initially expected.

I guess it’s because my body has accumulated fatigue.

It was only natural that my body would take a toll on me, having wielded a sword all day and continuously used the sword.

“Tch.”

But there is no way without fighting.

Eina grumbled inwardly and spat out blood-tinged saliva.

Then, Casimir and Noho took a big step forward, and the ground split open, and a fountain of blood filled their eyes.

Soon, the blood transformed into the shape of an awl and flew towards Eina.

“――!”

Of course, the next moment, Yuria’s words flew from behind Eina’s shoulder, and Kazimir had no choice but to helplessly raise his sword to block it.

“hmm.”

“… … Why, why?”

“As expected, it’s so clumsy.”

Eina muttered after seeing Yuria’s words, and every time she did, Yuria would hunched her shoulders as if she was intimidated.

That makes sense.

Because using Yuria’s artificially created language in front of people was like a child showing off in front of adults.

“Oh, anyway!”

Yuria shook her head and spoke.

Dealing with that monster was the top priority right now.

“Is there a way?”

“We can’t kill that apostle.”

No matter how much blood was shed, no matter how sharp the sword was pierced through his chest, Kazimir could not be killed by normal means.

Emma said that we need to exhaust all of our accumulated blood, but our condition is not good enough to continue that kind of war of attrition.

That’s why.

“The apostle who uses the bomb is important.”

“Is that what you mean?”

Seneca, who happened to be nearby, glared.

A person that Eina would never have spoken to in her usual form. However, there was no other way.

“Yes. You have to use your bomb to obliterate that apostle.”

“… … Hmm.”

Seneca turned his head with a mysterious expression.

Seneca tilted his head as he watched Casimir still causing enormous destruction.

“Uh, um. That one?”

“Yeah. That one.”

“… … .”

“Is it possible?”

Seneca nodded with a mysterious expression.

“It’s not impossible. If I could just put one more arm in… … it would be possible.”

Seneca patted his remaining arm.

“The problem is that we need someone to capture that apostle… … .”

“I’ll do it.”

“No. If we do that, we’ll get caught in the explosion.”

Seneca’s power is of a great extent.

A bomb so close to godhood that it can even disintegrate Kazimir’s body.

To hit it straight, you needed someone who could tie your feet, and it was basically like telling you to commit suicide.

At that moment when everyone was feeling discouraged.

“I don’t have luggage.”

Emma, ​​who had been watching this silently, walked out.

“……what?”

“Jim said he would do it.”

Before Eina could say anything, Emma continued.

“No matter what his current condition is, Kazimir is still a precious son. Isn’t it natural for parents to correct their children?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I have a colleague… … .”

“It’s something that can only be done with luggage.”

“… … .”

Emma stepped forward, her lips twisting.

“First of all, Jim doesn’t have much time left to live. Four days at most.”

You know your own body condition well.

That’s why Emma felt the pain of her own death.

In fact, from the moment the blood membrane surrounding the blood was dismantled, I was prepared for death. Half of my body was on fire, and the blood that had pooled inside my body was gradually rotting away with nowhere to go. Dealing with Kazimir was something that required that much vitality.

“That’s why.”

“… … .”

“I wish I could take care of my own grave.”

Everyone was silent at Emma’s words.

*

“Mother, are you going to die?”

A few minutes later, Emma slowly stepped forward.

Kazimir frowned at the sight.

Even when I looked around, I couldn’t feel any presence even with my heightened senses.

“Yeah. Isn’t it time for you both to go?”

Emma simply answered with a loving smile.

It was so abominable that Kazimir’s forehead turned red.

The blood that had been strengthened to a desperate degree began to react to the blood of the ancestor, and his whole body began to stiffen.

“Haha. As expected from a mother.”

This much influence despite losing power.

Kazimir tried to manipulate the blood, but every time, the flow was pulled helplessly towards Emma.

In the end, it also meant that in order to properly use blood magic, he had no choice but to kill Emma.

Kazimir let out a small sigh and slowly approached Emma, ​​pulling out his bloody blade.

He had no time to feel doubtful.

“… … Mother always holds me back.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Distort your face.

A coward who rejected the blessing of the god of blood relations and knelt before a foreign god.

That was Emma’s value to Kazimir.

Since Casimir himself became an apostle after usurping the throne, I wonder if the saying that blood is thicker than water applies here.

“Let’s break this cycle.”

Kazimir arrived in front of Emma and raised his blade.

The flow of blood screamed against Emma’s will, but he tried to suppress it and tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

And Emma also nodded with a faint smile.

“Okay. Let’s just call it quits.”

With those words, what Emma took out was a small arm.

At the same time that Casimir realized that it was the arm imbued with Seneca’s power――.

“It was fun.”

――Cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies, cookies!

The surroundings became completely white.

*

Emma felt the blood gradually draining away, and Sagrada felt his heart beating.

The lower body was already half gone, and the left side of the heart, the half that had been burned, was tattered from the explosion and was now no better than a rag.

Still, the reason Emma is alive is probably because of her position as the progenitor of the bloodline and because of fate.

Of course, even that was over now. His vitality was practically at rock bottom, and his consciousness was also fading.

“… …Is it the end?”

Emma rolled over in a field of grass somewhere unknown.

It appears that it was blown here in the aftermath of the explosion.

There was not a single trace of blood magic felt at the epicenter.

It meant that Kazimir was definitely neutralized.

“haha.”

He smiled faintly.

A mother who killed her son.

Isn’t this original sin worthy of going to hell?

Swallowing those self-deprecating thoughts, Emma sat up.

It was to find a place to die as humanly as possible.

however.

Something caught Emma’s eye that made her expectations seem meaningless.

“… … Fried.”

The cold corpse of Fred Iscobal lay in the middle of the garden.

There was a scar on his chest where a dagger had been thrust into him.

“at last…….”

You also couldn’t overcome the oath.

Emma made a pained expression as she thought about that.

Then he lifted his severed lower body and dragged it towards Fried.

“……her.”

And I laughed in another way.

It wasn’t just because Fried’s expression was that of a benevolent saint trying to reassure or calm someone.

At his feet, there was a bloody mark that he had written on the floor just before he died.

The writing had already been obliterated by the aftermath of the battle and explosions that had taken place there, but it was not difficult for Emma, ​​who was well versed in blood, to read it.

“……ha ha ha.”

Emma smiled dryly after hearing Fried’s message.

“So, you finally discovered it. The method of breaking the oath.”

And in order to be discovered by oneself, a record must have been left to convey one’s intentions.

Emma put her hand on his pierced chest with a hollow smile.

The last remaining vitality. I can’t use even a single decent blood magic.

But there was just one thing he could do as the progenitor of the bloodline.

Emma’s greatest power, bestowed by the gods for the preservation of the race.

“Wasn’t Jim right?”

Emma smiled bitterly and recalled a conversation she had once had with Fried.

And then he blows all the life force left in his body towards the hole.

As the ominous blood-red aura began to linger on his chest, Emma felt her consciousness fading.

“You are a man truly suited to be part of the blood family.”

With those words, Emma collapsed like a doll whose strings had come loose.