episode_0594

When I look ahead while holding my sword, I see my brother standing in his natural state as usual.

His attitude, which doesn’t feel tense at all, may seem arrogant at first glance, but that’s not the case.

It’s natural. Who gets nervous because flies are flying before their eyes? That’s the kind of gap that exists between you and me.

– Can you win?

“You can never win.”

I had a different mindset than before, so I struggled for various reasons.

To win even once against Lucy Alln. Frey In order not to fall behind that guy. To prove one’s usefulness to others. I ran as hard as I could.

However, if you ask what the origin of these efforts is, I would naturally point to one person.

Rene Soladin. 1st prince of Soladin. He is a genius that no one can deny, and he is my older brother. A goal I must overcome.

– Is building a lot of walls without even being able to get over any of them a hobby of yours?

“…don’t be so sarcastic. I didn’t build a wall because I wanted to either.”

I kept running forward. But suddenly, several walls appeared in front of my eyes.

To begin with, Frey is not even a wall. I haven’t been overtaken yet.

– I think we were overtaken right away.

As I move forward after listening to the piece’s words, my older brother waves his hand with a refreshing smile.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“If there is anything you want as a handicap, please tell me in advance. I will accept most anything.”

“It’s okay. Even like this.”

“…Really?”

“You don’t say words like handicap when you’re fighting against your little brother, right?”

“That’s because he’s stupid. You have to do your best to give up, regardless of whether you are destroyed or not.”

“I also became stupid.”

When I spoke firmly, my brother froze for a moment, but then smiled.

“Ha. I really hate it.”

There was no omen. When I realized it, my brother was right in front of me.

A bladeless sword flies towards my head.

There are no aurors.

Then there is no reason to avoid it.

Step forward, slowing down the sword with a barrier of wind.

As soon as I get into position, the sword touches my head, but the impact is minimal.

It’s worth holding on to.

“Definitely.”

Attracts aurors to the tip of the sword.

Then, I use my entire body as a gun and swing my sword.

It goes beyond a simple stab and even outpaces the speed of the arrow towards the opponent.

“I became stupid.”

The feeling coming from the tip of the sword told me that my fastest thrust had worked.

The speed created to pierce Lucy Alln’s shield was not in vain.

– Don’t worry.

I know it without having to say it. That my brother won’t fall down like this.

“I didn’t know that you would counterattack while receiving the attack.”

“Because you had no intention to kill.”

“Even though you were speeding up quite a bit, was that still discernible?”

“There is an animal next to me that is obsessed with being fast.”

Frey Kent has no word for moderation. That guy always swings his sword with the intention of killing me.

Compared to the time when I was trying my best to survive that storm, the arrest just now was nothing special.

“Do you want to come first this time?”

“Willing.”

Strengthening the body through aurors. Increased speed through wind magic. In addition to this, Kent’s walking skills he learned while playing with Frey.

They all mix it up and run forward.

It’s not about running with the wind. Do your best to pierce the wind.

I was delighted at the thought that I might have become faster than when I practiced, and the moment I used the thrust again, I saw my brother’s sword digging into me.

“You can’t reuse what you used. At least in front of me.”

Even though the speed of the second was destroyed, laughter leaks out.

This is my brother’s specialty. The reason why my brother was called a genius. A level of analytical power that can already be called a blessing.

“You should have defeated me with the first blow.”

There are largely two ways to respond to this.

One is to defeat my brother without giving him time to analyze. And another is to suppress it with such overwhelming force that analysis becomes meaningless.

I’ve already failed at the former and don’t have the strength to do the latter.

In the past, we would have declared surrender here. I thought it was obvious what the outcome would be if we split the sword any further.

Not now. Even if there is no chance of victory, we will rush forward. How many times have I seen this guy achieve a miracle at the end?

I’m nothing compared to that guy, but he’s my best friend, so I can’t stand the chance if I give up easily.

“I will keep going.”

There are still many numbers I can put.

He blocked his vision by swinging his sword with water magic, pretended to attack, and tried to tie his feet with earth magic.

Not only did the magic miss, but I was almost taken by surprise by the water barrier.

If I hadn’t been aware of the movement in the water, I would have been attacked without even knowing what was happening.

“How long do you plan on doing this?”

This time, I planned to use fire magic to cook even the parts that the sword strike passed by, but I couldn’t do any harm to my brother’s body with the output I could produce. Burning the hem of the clothes was the limit.

“Do you think you can reach me like this?”

After that, I tried various methods, but he easily destroyed my remaining talent.

Sparring with a smart person is difficult in many ways. Is it a problem that I kept sparring with a stupid guy?

what. good night. Now that we know this isn’t enough, let’s go back to normal.

What you’re imagining is not Frey’s speed, but the strike of a knight said to be the strongest on the continent.

Overwhelming violence that would destroy even the night.

The knight’s sword is too heavy for someone like me to wield it, but if I combine various remaining talents, I can create at least a deteriorated version of the fire.

“Let’s go.”

– It’s barely a waste to use it in a place like this.

It’s nice to have other people’s opinions. The same goes for proving things to others. My mother wanted me to be happy, so self-satisfaction is enough.

“Let’s go!”

If I can be satisfied with the results achieved by imitating others, then it is the right answer!

– Because the opponent is the opponent, perfect reproduction is impossible. Just know that.

The power contained in Soladin’s blood.

A power that has now faded after so many years.

Fairytale.

The piece that has had many restrictions removed by Erginus’ modifications can bring out this power contained in my blood.

“Let’s go!”

The sword is struck.

The monster’s sword, full of violence, is pointed at the opponent.

An overwhelming force moves forward that will destroy everything that stands in its way.

Then, for the first time, my brother’s sword was loaded with aura.

A black aura that was thicker and more unpleasant than the black I saw in the fairy forest.

And when I came to my senses, I was lying sprawled on the floor.

I don’t know what happened.

I stood up, frowning at the pain I felt in my head, and laughed when I saw the red liquid blocking my vision.

It was obvious that if someone saw it, they would call me crazy, but what could they do?

What I mean by saying that you hurt me is that you thought you wouldn’t be able to stop me if you didn’t do it.

He staggered to his feet and grabbed his sword again.

I face my older brother who is looking at me with his eyes wide open.

And again.

“Off!?”

As I was trying to run, someone grabbed me by the back of my neck.

Who are you? Some arrogant guy is trying to invade the sparring between princes. I don’t like to wield my authority, but just this time.

“…Lucy Alln?”

“I can’t believe you’re bleeding from the nose before I arrive. How much do you like me?”

“If you see him suddenly saying nonsense, it doesn’t mean he’s fake.”

“Of course. If there are two cute people like this, it’s a big problem, right?”

If you turn your head to the back, you will see knights surrounding Aln Baek, unable to do either this or that.

It’s hard to say anything about this. How many people in the world can stop Aln Bag from moving?

“Ha. So what did you come here for?”

“I heard someone was trying to play with my toys.”

Lucy Alln was smiling as usual, but her eyes were as fierce as when she looked at her enemy.

shit. I understand what you are misunderstanding.

“Hey. Lucy Aln. This is.”

The moment I was about to say that it was just a rather serious sparring, divinity flowed into my body through her hand.

I bit my lip because I knew that Lucy Alln’s healing was crude, but unlike usual, there was no pain in her healing.

“You.”

Arthur raised his head in surprise at the rapidly disappearing pain and was only then able to see Lucy Aln clearly as she was now.

The shape of a goddess who clearly came down from the moon. A miracle that shines brighter than the sun even under the sun.

While Arthur, who was fascinated by it, was in a daze, Lucy Alln, who stepped forward, smiled when she saw Renee’s bloody sword.

“You go out a lot these days. Prince of Darkness♡ Are you in heat?♡”

Arthur and everyone in the sparring hall were shocked by the remark, which could be considered an excuse even for the word profanity, but the expression on the face of Rene, who was actually involved, did not waver.

“It’s almost time to get married.”

“Is that really the case?♡ They say that males become fierce when in estrus, and what was written in the book was correct!♡ Even Prince Grim was a male that couldn’t help it♡”

“Books are a treasure trove of knowledge. He doesn’t neglect exploration. I really respect you.”

“Ahaha♡ Are you so desperate for a woman that you can’t do anything even when you hear things like this?♡ Then try crawling like a dog in front of everyone and ask for her♡ If you see her pitiful appearance, you might change your mind a little, right?♡”

“Haha. That’s a bit tricky. I also have face.”

“Wow♡ Really?♡ This is the most amazing moment since I met Prince Grim!♡ I thought the brain was only in the lower part!♡”

“…below?”

“ Now that I think about it, I don’t think that’s possible!♡ There’s no way the brain can fit into such a small, inconspicuous place!♡”

Although Lucy Aln did not say those words directly, her gaze and sneer proved where she was pointing.

As the eyes of everyone gathered in the sparring hall turned towards that place without realizing it, Renee smiled for the first time.

“The story seems to be long. Shall we go inside?”

“Are you trying to trick me into talking just the two of you?♡ Ugh♡ You’re so clumsy when it comes to making things happen♡ This is why I’m so pitiful as a person♡”

“Isn’t that the same for you, Lady?”

Lucy, who was silent for a moment due to Renee’s counterattack that she could not bear, soon put her face forward with a deeper smile.

“Me?♡ Hahaha♡ You have poor imagination♡ Well, what does a wet mama’s boy know♡”

Anyone who saw it could see that it was a bluff to avoid losing in a battle of wits, but not one person could laugh it off.

“That. What does that mean? Lucy.”

Benedick, who looked as pale as if he was going to vomit at any moment, sat down helplessly and trembled all over.

“Aln bag. Please calm down.”

“That’s right. That’s just.”

“…Who is it?”

“Yes?”

“3Prince. Is that you? okay. I guess so.”

“Ah. Aln bag? It seems like you’re misunderstanding something. Huh!?”

Arthur, who dodged Benedick’s fist, was faced with a flash of light for a moment.

If you get hit there, you die. It is not meant figuratively. You will die on the spot and meet the great god.

“What are you saying? Pervert Papa.”

When Lucy kicks the giant’s calf and lets out a sharp voice, Izzy returns to Benedick’s eyes.

“Lu. Lucy! What did you say just now?”

“I meant to make fun of that gloomy virgin prince. Look at that pathetic red face over there. I’m so shabby that I won’t be able to move for a while?”

“No. Is this a joke?”

“Of course. I have the most fun playing with Babo Papa~♡”

“Right? After all, isn’t this Papa the funniest?!”

After running a few laps while holding his daughter so suffocatingly, Benedick put a very irritated Lucy on his shoulder and looked triumphant at Renee and Arthur.

That was an extremely shameless and pathetic appearance for someone who had committed the crime of attempted assassination of the royal family.