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Frey remembers the day he first met Lucy.

A girl who was smaller than me, but showed the appearance of a strong person.

Frey, who had developed some social skills, understood how crazy his actions had been that day.

If he had made a mistake, Frey would have incurred Lucy’s hatred and would never have a proper conversation with her again.

The reason Frey was able to stay by Lucy’s side was because Lucy was considerate of her.

Frey, who started dreaming one day, would sometimes recall the scenery of that day.

However, the content inside was different. Instead of accepting Frey’s foolish actions, Lucy in the dream cursed at him in disgust, and never acknowledged Frey again.

I’m sorry. I was wrong.

No matter how much she begged and begged, Lucy ignored Frey, and when she was in such despair, she woke up from her dream.

Frey, who was sweating profusely in an emotion that could be called fear, would rush towards Lucy more actively than usual when she met her in the morning, and every time, Lucy would say something unpleasant but would accept her tantrum.

It was on that day that Frey woke up from a nightmare that he heard about Lucy’s marriage proposal.

Frey, who had been restless with a strange sense of anxiety, moved without thinking as soon as he heard about the marriage proposal.

He did it without even knowing what exactly a marriage proposal was, but he did it with the sole intention of not wanting Lucy to be stolen by someone else.

It was only later that I learned that this was something Lucy would hate, but one day Lucy suddenly appeared and scolded Frey, but did not throw him far away.

The Lucy of my dreams was just the Lucy of my dreams. The Lucy of reality was a fool who didn’t know how to push others away.

“Ready to play?”

Frey smiled brightly as he watched Lucy smile mischievously.

Since a long time ago. Ever since I first met Lucy. I’ve always wanted to break down Lucy’s shield.

I used to swing my sword because I wanted to fight the strong, but I ended up picking up a sword because I wanted to be recognized by Lucy, stay by her side, and be of help to her.

It’s the same now.

I want to win against Lucy, but I also don’t want to lose her, so I’m here.

“Yeah.”

So, I’ll win. Frey pondered as he watched the fairies flying around Lucy.

Clearly Lucy is sharing a glance with them.

It is clear that he reacts as if he had already known about the attack from a blind spot that he could not have noticed.

But that doesn’t mean it’s possible to attack them first.

Lucy isn’t someone who can give her that kind of leeway, and those fairies have their own powers.

It’s not like there are only unfavorable factors for me. The fact that Lucy trusts the fairies’ vision means that if you just lie, it works.

Frey, who was thinking like that and forming a strategy, looked ahead, surprised by the warmth that enveloped his body.

“Go at me with full force. I won’t let you make excuses.”

“…Yeah!”

Frey stepped forward and gripped his sword tightly as he looked at Lucy’s shield.

It’s often forgotten because of Lucy Allen’s deformed fighting style, but in battle, the one who has the advantage is the one attacking.

Taking the initiative means being able to move before your opponent.

The defense side must always watch the attacking side’s movements, imagine all possible scenarios, and adjust to the flow of the attack.

The burden of being hurt if you lose the flow even for a moment causes considerable mental fatigue.

There are many cases where people try to escape from this by repeating unreasonable measures and end up collapsing on their own feet.

Frey had felt the advantage of attack keenly when fighting others except Lucy.

With the storm-like sword she wields, she can easily bring down her opponents, and even if she can’t, she can inflict wounds on them while on the defensive.

Because of this, most of Frey’s opponents tried to take the lead like Arthur.

Everyone except Lucy did.

Chae-Ang!

A brisk sound heard as the sword was swung.

A body that has lost its center.

Lucy’s playful laugh.

A blunt weapon called a shield that approaches one’s face.

Frey, who had anticipated this, pushed away the shield with his foot and stepped back.

“You even helped me recover, but this is all you can do?♡ I came here with high expectations, but this is a bit disappointing♡”

When I hear Lucy’s voice, my emotions boil over and I feel like running towards her.

So when I came to my senses, I found myself playing on Lucy’s hand and falling backwards.

You have to stay calm to win.

I know that.

But it’s hard to ignore the red in my heart. It’s too dark to ignore.

So let’s put the color outside, not inside.

Let’s add some red to the colorless world.

The aura overlaying Frey’s sword takes on color for the first time. The sword that had been draining color from the world takes on a blood-red hue.

The blazing red color, like lava flowing from a mountain, was hot like Frey’s anger.

“…There’s no need to surprise me like this.”

Lucy felt a shiver run down her spine as she saw the high heat haze the air, and she grabbed her shield.

And the clash that followed.

The sound that rang out the moment the shield and sword met was not cheerful at all.

*

“How about now? Is it fun?”

I clicked my tongue as I looked at Frey’s bright smile.

“Yeah! This is so fucking fun!”

Originally, I would have provoked Frey here and upset the balance, but that is not possible now.

Because what feeds Frey’s anger by letting his emotions out becomes a means of attack.

In the world of Soul Academy, the powers that were both my curse and my authority were blocked, but not destroyed.

Provocations that shake the emotions of others are fair to both humans and gods. However, at this moment, an exception has arisen.

My provocation was interrupted by the appearance of Frey, who was driven by his emotions.

‘Ugh. I really don’t like it. I like eating it raw the best.’

‘…is it so?’

Hey? Are you really laughing?

Haha. I guess I’ve definitely gained some muscle in my brain.

Instead of feeling embarrassed, you feel happy that you lost one of your surefire strategies.

The things that need to be done don’t change.

It’s about understanding your opponent, creating an opening, and then rushing in to win in an instant.

The only difference is that since you can’t use taunts, you have to find other ways to distract them.

But I have more than enough of those means.

Light footsteps.

The laughter of fairies.

A flower blooming from the divinity spread on the ground.

A flower garden and a stage are created on the previously inorganic land.

“Shall we dance?”

Provocation is, after all, a type of mental disorder.

If it can serve the role of shaking the opponent’s composure and forcing them to make choices they normally wouldn’t make, it can easily replace provocation.

The wonder of beauty has the power to shake the human spirit.

Cheers heard here and there.

A shout to stop those trying to come down from the stage.

Someone’s voice mixed with tears. The sound of those who collapsed, unable to bear the joy and fainting.

Frey, who was inside, also couldn’t take his eyes off me.

But I was confident of success just by looking at him.

The moment I saw Frey’s sword bathed in a shining light, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“Lucy.”

“Why.”

“Want to show it again later?”

“No~. You’re an idiot who doesn’t know how to appreciate beauty leisurely.”

“Hmm. I guess I can’t help it.”

Colors are gradually added to Frey’s sword.

“I’ll ask you to do it after I win.”

The light created against the achromatic background of the previous day was pure, beautiful, and dangerous like a rainbow.

I raised the sacred. I drew the future I would reach. Among the countless possibilities, I left only success.

And I drew myself getting there. I tried to draw myself getting there.

“Hehehe!”

However, the moment I saw Frey’s sincere smile, I remembered the warrior who had shouted that he would reach the top.

I thought of my friends who showed me their growth without holding back.

And the image of Frey always clinging to me with that stupid smile was etched into my head.

Ha. Okay. This is a bit lethal to use against friends.

Let’s give it our all.

*

If you ask who is the brightest star on the current continent, the battle between the two people that many people will answer is fierce.

Many of those seated in the stands of the arena watched the battle unfold without even noticing the slightest hint of it, while those who could follow the fight were in awe of the talent possessed by children who had not yet reached adulthood.

But if there is a beginning, there must be an end.

“Won.”

The seemingly never-ending contradiction between the shield and the sword eventually ended in the sword’s victory.

“I won!”

Many people applauded as they watched Frey stumble and fall backwards while running, still staggering from exhaustion.

Regardless of why the underground arena was built, her victory was worthy of respect.

However, some people frowned at the sight of Frey being delighted.

“Then what happens to the marriage proposal?”

“No matter what, is it possible for a marriage between a woman and a woman to happen?”

“However, with Youngae Aln directly participating, a justification was created.”

“The story is just a story. It may not actually happen.”

“So what happens next?”

At that time, even Lucy’s acquaintances, including those who were seriously considering this marriage, were troubled.

Lucy, who had gotten up from the floor, looked at Frey blankly and opened her mouth.

“So what are you going to do?”

“Huh? Are you going to Lucy?”

“Okay. Anyway, what’s true is true. I’ll listen to a little bit of excuses.”

“At first, I thought I’d monopolize Lucy. I thought it’d be fun.”

“Is it different now?”

“Yeah. It would be fatal for me to have Lucy all to myself!”

Lucy’s eyes fluttered quickly at Frey’s words that he would share the winner’s power.

…

I should have won by any means necessary, not just by killing him.

I shouldn’t have given this idiot a chance to do something stupid!