I Became a Dark Knight the Empress Is Obsessed With

185 – Lincia Airn – (5)

“Uh, how?”

Clemente Iscobal looked very confused at my appearance.

It was the same for not only Cleta but also Lincia. Since the person who was thought to be dead came back to life, it must have been an expression like seeing a ghost.

But Cleta was no third-rate woman. She seemed to understand the situation after seeing my bloody blade against Ernst.

“Ha, haha. Is that so? Blood relatives. Blood relatives? That older brother is a blood relative.”

“It just so happened.”

Lincia also opened her eyes wide as she heard Cleta’s words and seemed to understand the situation.

Well, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, looking at Emma’s case, it didn’t seem like there would be any major problems in living together just because they were blood relatives.

Of course, if the problem is that you have to constantly seek blood, then that’s a problem.

A piece of cake.

I put strength into the bloody blade, and Cleta’s body holding Ernst began to be pushed back.

Only then does Crete realize the situation.

“Ha, hahaha. In the end, Brother, you ended up facing me just as you had hoped.”

“Without an oath.”

“Yes. Without a pact.”

Maybe it’s because I died once and woke up.

Or maybe it’s because the heart was replaced with Emma’s blood.

If not, I don’t know if it’s simply because the shackles of the oath that bound the man named Fried Iscoval were broken.

I no longer felt the heart-wrenching sensation when I looked directly at Cleta in front of me.

That’s why I could declare it proudly.

“Cleta.”

“yes.”

“You are not my sister.”

“… … .”

As if she had expected that, Cleta smiled calmly.

“therefore.”

I used blood magic. The bloody blade grew a span in length, and it went past Ernst’s sword and chased Cleta down to just below his chin.

A look of confusion appeared on Cleta’s face.

I continued speaking slowly.

“To me, you are just a mountain to climb.”

“… … .”

“That’s the so-called final boss.”

With those words I waved my arms.

The blade that grew out of the wrist functioned well even without holding the handle, allowing for more flexible movement.

As the standoff with Ernst was resolved, Cleta caught the deflected sword and prepared for the next attack.

Bam!

“Huh! This is Mr. Kazimir’s!”

I just ejected the blade from my wrist.

The skills shown by Kazimir.

As an unintentional brother who has the same mother as him, I have no reason not to follow suit.

Above all else.

[ Ending #88 / “Casimir, the Apostle of Blood” ]

＞ Avoidance

＞ Survival score + 1

A window that appeared translucently a moment ago.

This meant that all the apostles except Seneca were rendered powerless.

In other words, what I was saying was that I only had to focus on Cleta in front of me.

[ Act 7 – Blood Relatives ]

＞ Clear

＞ Survival score + 20

“Cleta.”

When I called her name, Cleta raised her eyebrows in displeasure.

I confessed slowly.

“From now on, I intend to save you.”

“Nonsense… …!”

“Yeah. That’s nonsense. In fact, I have no intention of killing anyone.”

But there was one personality sleeping in my consciousness.

Although it was a dog like a dog, it was true that he was affectionate.

“I’ll kill you as nicely as possible.”

I just do as he asks.

“You are my arch-rival’s younger sister.”

“yes?”

As expected, Cleta’s eyes were filled with confusion as she hadn’t expected such words.

What can I do if that’s the case? I feel sorry for the Fred Iscobal in my mind, but to me, he’s just a mortal enemy.

“It’s over, Cleta.”

I lunged at him, pulling out another blade, and Cleta gritted her teeth and swung at Ernst.

At the same time, a bundle of tentacles grew from behind Cleta and rushed towards me.

I thought I had used all my powers, but I guess not.

Well, that’s the final boss of Empress Raising.

puck!

I smiled bitterly and swung my fist at the flying tentacles.

Of course, an arm without any mana could not possibly withstand the power.

The arm that had made contact with the tentacle twisted grotesquely and fell off.

Lincia screamed.

“P, P, F, F!”

“are you okay.”

It’s not that it wasn’t good, it really was okay.

An excruciating pain and a strangely dirty sensation lingered in my shoulder, but I paid it no attention.

Because a bloody liquid bubbled up on the cut section and then regenerated again.

“……her.”

It was my first time playing it, but it was so perfect that I couldn’t speak.

That b*stard Kazimir, you mean he lost with this kind of power?

As long as the blood allows, it can regenerate infinitely.

Vampires are the best.

“Cleta.”

Cleta furrowed her brows as she watched the day her arm was regenerated.

I raised the blade and smirked.

“Your power or my blood. Which one will run out first?”

“… … .”

“Don’t you want to try it?”

“Brother.”

Cleta laughed heartily.

“Really, it’s a lot different than it used to be.”

“Because it’s a different person.”

“Yeah. He seems like a completely different person.”

Cleta staggered slightly.

But the movement was fake, because the tentacles that emerged from the side flew in.

As I cut through the bloody blade, Cleta was looking at me with a sharp gaze.

“Rather, it’s good. Because I can kill without feeling guilty.”

“Okay. Go ahead and attack.”

Cleta rushed in, and I concentrated all my consciousness and used blood magic.

*

Cleta Iscobal has carried on his father’s legacy.

Raham Iscobal. The cause that started from him. The chain continued to Kleta and Fried, and instead of her rebellious brother, it was Kleta, the younger sister, who was chosen.

Cleta followed Raham unconditionally.

I never once doubted that decision or its meaning in my entire life.

He received the greatest power, and was revered by many apostles, and was known as the Apostle of Arrogance in later generations. The demonic power he received was truly powerful, and he dared to call himself the greatest piece of the foreign god.

To cut off the last bloodline of Irene and open up the world of foreign news. That was Raham’s will and ideal, and so was Creta.

The goal was within reach, just waiting to be realized.

okay.

It had to be that way.

Pubberbuck!

The tentacle that Cleta shot out pierced the man’s body.

But the damage was minimal, as the hole quickly began to fill up.

Emma, ​​the progenitor of the bloodline. It was because she had inherited all of that bloodline.

“Tsk.”

Cleta clicked her tongue.

The feeling of power draining away makes the blood vessels in my body constrict.

At the same time, useless thoughts clutter my head.

After the oath was broken.

After the Empress expressed herself as feeling sorry.

After reuniting with Fried, who seemed like a different person.

Cleta’s head felt as if it were covered in a thick, hazy fog.

visor!

I swung Ernst to shake off my distracting thoughts, but was helplessly blocked by the bloody blade.

Anxiety appears on Cleta’s face.

I thought there would be no problem.

Opening the world of foreign news means a future where Cleta, who is no different from its incarnation, reigns as the ruler.

It will be fun. It will be satisfying.

Arwen said so, and of course Cleta thought so too.

But what about now?

Arwen is dead, Casimir is gone, Seneca is no longer a puppet.

He doesn’t even see his brother, his last remaining blood relative, as anything more than an obstacle he must overcome.

So what is left for Crete?

Even if we win this fight and achieve the future we want, in the end, isn’t there only one person left: Cleta?

Cleta shivered at the sudden sense of loneliness that had come over her.

visor!

“… … .”

Another sword fight.

Filling the tingling sensation in her palms with her power, Cleta looked blankly at Lincia Airn, who was sitting behind her.

A girl who looks just like herself.

He tried to fly his tentacles at Irn several times, but Fried blocked them by flying his body.

He didn’t seem to care at all that his body was being ripped apart, his limbs were being cut off, and he was left to fray like a rag.

“Why.”

Why do you do that?

Fried said that he protected Eirn because, as Arwen said, he resembled her.

But now there are two identical girls, but only Cleta is facing off against them.

In a way, it might have been Cleta herself who was there.

“Ugh!”

Kleta shook her head and swung her sword. Ernst flew in on a streamlined trajectory. A basic move that was no different from Iscoval’s swordsmanship.

however.

Kkakakak!

A bloody blade rises along the sword.

No, two.

Fried, holding two swords in each hand, followed along, using his skills perfectly.

It was different from before. The swordsmanship he was using now was certainly a model of Iscoval’s swordsmanship.

Cleta was greatly embarrassed.

How did my brother, who was a poor bachelor, master the swordsmanship he learned through begging so perfectly?

Cleta, who had been suspicious, opened her eyes wide as she understood the situation.

“Surely… … me… … ?”

Isn’t there a perfect demonstrator of the Iscoval sword technique right before your eyes?

Original swordsmanship learned from Raham, an elder of the Iscoval family.

Cleta, who used this, was literally the epitome of the classics.

For Fried to learn by sight, there was no better tutor.

visor!

“Ugh!”

“Do you understand?”

Fried took a step closer with a bitter smile.

“You, it’s more obvious than you think. I can see everything.”

At the same time, two blades swept down, slicing through the bundle of tentacles that had emerged around Cleta.

The excruciating pain of having one’s power diminished.

Cleta glared at Ernst and swung her sword.

Chaechaechaeng――!

The sword strike comes up again like water.

Instead of countering, he reversed the sword of Cleta. No, rather, he was melting his own originality into it on the spot.

How is it possible for my dull brother to have such skills?

There was no time to have such doubts. If things continued this way, it might be Crete who would be defeated.

That’s why I had to finish it quickly. I had to take advantage of my swordsmanship.

Cleta gritted her teeth and thrust out her sword.

puck!

“Kahuk.”

A kick to the stomach strikes like lightning.

This kind of technique does not exist in the Iscoval inspection.

as soon as–.

Because it was a martial art performed by a girl who looked exactly like herself in front of her.

So the source was Fried?

Spitting out the contents of her stomach, Cleta turned around and swung at Ernst.

A bloody blade shattered and Fried’s severed left arm flew into the sky.

“… … .”

Just as he was about to smile in repentance, a bloody blade caught Ernst’s sword, which was swinging by Cleta.

The blade, which had been transformed into a hook shape, pulled Ernst with incredible force, while at the same time Fried’s strong leg kicked her shin.

I tried to support myself with my tentacles, but it was already too late.

Ernst was kidnapped by Fried, and Cleta was kicked in the butt.

and.

“… … In the end, is this how it ends up?”

“okay.”

Ernst, who had returned to his master, radiated a brilliant light and rushed towards Cleta’s heart.