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Both of the two swords that appeared before Cleon were swords he knew well.

The black sword was the magic sword `Galatea`, which he had used for the longest time and had been with, and which he could never mistake for anything else.

And the golden sword was Albein’s holy sword `Caliburn`, which had been destroyed by Cleon in the past.

Its shape had changed a little, but the basic framework remained unchanged and appeared before Cleon once again.

As if stimulated by the golden light, the surrounding magical beasts stopped fighting and turned to look at it, moving their steps like moths drawn to a light.

[Cleon!]

At Galatea’s cry, Cleon reached out both hands and grabbed each sword in one hand.

Feeling the connection with Galatea, which had been severed for a long time, return, Cleon wrapped his body in black magic power, instantly concealing his body.

The curtain of darkness hid even Caliburn from the sight of the magical beasts, and the magical beasts looked around, as if searching for traces, chasing Cleon’s whereabouts.

“Hoo…”

As Cleon looked down at Caliburn, letting out a sigh that combined with a deep breath, he felt the ego stirring inside it, but Caliburn did not say anything to Cleon.

The fact that Galatea could take the form of a sword meant that this Caliburn was, after all, an existence reborn from her.

And that connection was now connected to Galatea and himself, not `Albein`.

The opponent Cleon had to stop now was the magical beasts contaminated by the magic power of the interdimensional rift.

In a situation where the power of divine magic, which is especially effective against them, was desperately needed, Caliburn was truly a lifeline from the sky.

However, Cleon was not a hero with divine magic himself, but a magic swordsman who used black magic power.

It was possible to use her divine magic by communicating with a holy sword that had an ego, like Iona.

Therefore, if Caliburn did not respond to Cleon’s call, it would be impossible to draw out divine magic from her.

“Galatea, what is Caliburn’s current state?”

[She’s literally like a freshly born baby. Do you remember the explanation I gave to Rubera before? Awakening of the sword is like waking up from sleep.]

When Cleon nodded, Galatea continued the explanation.

[This kid is still half asleep and in a daze. Well, you can think of her as dozing off. It’s a little annoying that she has such a powerful force that she can open the dimensional rift even in that state.]

“…I don’t care if she sleeps a lot, but it’s going to be difficult if she doesn’t wake up now….”

The moment Cleon said that, the sound of something big collapsing was heard from the front.

When his gaze naturally turned to that side, he saw another magical beast collapsing on the spot after its core was destroyed.

He had to go and completely destroy it before its core was absorbed by another magical beast.

[Is it because it’s been so long since you fought with me that you’ve forgotten how to fight?]

“…No way!”

The curtain of darkness that had been enveloping Cleon’s body fluttered and disappeared, and the magic swordsman revealed himself.

The moment the magical beasts’ gazes turned to that side due to the golden light that reappeared in the space, Cleon’s body leaped forward.

The mouths of the magical beasts were opening toward Cleon, and a compressed magical breath was about to be fired at the magic swordsman.

Cleon glanced at that side and changed the trajectory of his body, running around the legs of the magical beasts.

Before he knew it, Galatea’s form had changed into a black bow.

With Caliburn tucked into his waist, and a black magic arrow notched into Galatea-

“Rain of binding feet.”

The Seal of Imitating Hunter flashed in Cleon’s eyes for a moment, and the magic arrows that were fired and split in the sky flew toward the feet of the magical beasts, creating a barrier of restraint.

As the barrier, which had spread wide enough to cover both feet, reduced its size, the interval between the magical beast’s feet narrowed as if drawn to it.

Thanks to the guys who naturally lost their balance and fell backward. the breaths that had been aiming for Cleon were fired at each other.

Bang! A loud explosion was heard, and the magical beasts, whose heads had been blown off, stopped in place for a while to regenerate.

In the meantime, he got a little closer to the magical beast whose core had been destroyed, but a relatively small magical beast hiding on the ground stretched out a hand of mud to grab Cleon.

Then, this time, Galatea’s form changed into something similar to the staff that Kuon uses.

“Wind chasing behind…!”

The lump of magic power rotating strongly around the staff ground up the rushing tentacles and, at the same time, strongly lifted Cleon upward.

When the altitude reached a certain level, Cleon used flight magic and looked down.

He closed his eyes, looking down at the magical beasts crawling on the ground, still aiming for the core.

Galatea’s form was the same form classified as a staff as before, but it had changed to a form closer to Layla’s staff, with a blade attached to the end.

“Sky of myriad heavens. Radiance of eternity. What is created are the seven pillars. Light of attraction.”

The black magic power accumulated inside Galatea covered Cleon and regrouped.

The magical beasts, feeling the pressure of magic power felt in the sky, looked at that side, and the seven magic circles floating above Cleon’s head aimed at the ground and prepared to spray magic power like a breath at their center.

[Dubel. Veraciel. Peqdael. Megrezel. Aliochel. Mizaral. Alcai del.]

The incantation containing seven names, without a gap, continued from the mouth of Galatea, who was in charge of magic power control in place of Cleon.

The seven lights guarding the stars of flame manifested here in the form of black flames under the will of the magic swordsman.

The magic power engine was pumped more than ever before, drawing out all the necessary magic power.

And the end of the staff pointed towards the ground.

What must be burned are the magical beasts of contamination and corruption. And that core.

[“Asterism-Septentrion!”]

The seven black flames were ejected simultaneously.

A mimicked magic performed by borrowing Layla’s sacred art magic.

Even if its power does not reach her original, as far as Cleon knows, there is no more powerful wide-area destruction magic among the magic that can be used with Galatea than this.

Seven spells, each like a giant snake, overlapped and filled the interdimensional rift, fiercely burning the magical beasts in that place and evaporating the black mud.

[KIEAAA!]

In the meantime, there was a magical beast flying in the sky and attacking Cleon from above.

There was no need to focus any more on maintaining the activated magic, and Cleon immediately changed Galatea into the next form.

It was a beautiful and sharp single-edged sword.

[Cleon is under the magical beast.]

Crack…!

Sparks, a harbinger of distortion, covered Galatea and Cleon’s bodies.

[Cleon is above the magical beast.]

Cleon, who instantly distorted space and thought and changed the positional relationship, moved above the head of the magical beast and rotated his body in the air.

The ultimate skill of assassination sword wielded aiming for the back of the neck.

“Sky pillar.”

The sound of slicing was heard two or three times.

Of course, to a magical beast that specializes in regeneration, that level of injury may not be a big deal.

-But what about the impact occurring inside?

A voice echoed from Galatea, who had taken the form of a sword with a red jewel embedded in it.

[Activation]

The inscription engraved by Cleon reacted to Galatea’s magic power and caused a violent explosion.

The magical beast, whose neck had been blown off by the impact, lost control and immediately fell downward.

That magical beast fell on top of the magical beasts that had been knocked backward after their feet were tied up and were about to have their cores exposed by Cleon’s magic.

The mud intertwined with a strong impact, preventing movement.

The cores that had been exposed earlier had already been destroyed by the sacred art magic, but the number of magical beasts still remaining was not small.

The next moment, when he was about to not let his guard down.

What flew toward Cleon at a rapid speed was a thorn made of mud, no, a spear.

The mud of the three intertwined magical beasts was mixed together, and by the time he recognized it, it was already right in front of Cleon’s neck.

But before his body could react, Galatea moved on her own to protect Cleon, and her body shattered.

For a moment, Cleon’s eyes widened in surprise, but soon he seemed to understand something after seeing the fragments scattering like black glass shards.

He became sharp-eyed and pointed Galatea, whose blade length had been halved, toward the fallen magical beasts.

Then, her scattered fragments changed into swords of the same shape in the air and poured down like rain.

It tore apart the mud scattered on the ground, including the outstretched thorns, and the bodies of the magical beasts, causing so much damage that it exposed the cores at the same time.

[It hurts…! That woman’s holy sword is definitely a masochist…!]

Galatea made a whining sound, but Cleon gave a bitter smile and decided to finish off the cores of the fallen magical beasts first.

As Cleon, who quickly descended to the ground, swung the regenerated Galatea into the air.

Galatea’s blade, whose shape was untied like a skein, spread out in all directions, quickly severing the cores of the surrounding magical beasts.

“Not bad.”

It was the impression Cleon gave after fighting in his original fighting style by matching his moves with Galatea after a long time.

It was also a big help that he could fight without worry because Galatea had accumulated magic power for several months.

[After all, I need to be by Cleon’s side.]

“I agree.”

Cleon said that and turned his body.

And in the distance, he could see that the battle with a group of magical beasts was already coming to an end a little away from them.

“Then. Shall we think about what to do with that?”

And the fact that the battle was over meant that there was an enhanced magical beast on the spot that had already absorbed several cores.

In addition to that guy, there were still several more mud beasts of similar class left.

[I still have magic power left, but no matter what, it would be difficult for even me to handle that number. It doesn’t seem impossible, though.]

“That’s a trustworthy thing to say, but objectively speaking, it seems a bit difficult.”

As Cleon muttered, Caliburn in his waist flashed for a moment.

The fact that all the surrounding magical beasts turned their gazes toward Cleon was not a situation he wanted very much.

[…Eung…Eum…]

A frail girl’s voice was heard.

It was a different voice from Galatea.

That means-

“Is it Caliburn…?”

[What is it-? I was having a good sleep-. I woke up because I heard the sound of magic power circulating loudly-]

Cleon closed his mouth as he looked at Caliburn, who was answering in a languid voice, and it was Galatea who got angry.

[T, this girl… I went to the trouble of regenerating her, but…!]

The light of Caliburn, which had been flickering, soon completely regained its original golden color.

[Aha~! Cleon~! Or should I call you Dad~? Then Galatea will inevitably have to be called Mom~?]

[Who’s the mom!]

“…I don’t think this is the time to decide on a title.”

Even in the midst of Caliburn’s leisurely voice, the magical beasts were running toward Cleon, drawn by her golden light.

Whether they knew that the light was their natural enemy, divine magic power, or not.

[Then~ shall we clean up quickly and go back to rest~?]

Cleon nodded at Caliburn’s words, returned Galatea to the scabbard, and grabbed Caliburn with both hands.

Golden holy sword.

Whether by coincidence or inevitability, there were two holy swords called that in history, including Caliburn.

The holy sword `Caladbolg` that `Resia`, whom Cleon was chasing, had.

Its appearance was different from that sword, which disappeared from the world at the same time as she was banished to the interdimensional rift.

Burning with intense divine magic power that would blind everyone who saw it, that golden holy sword was truly.

It was a symbol of the hero who brought hope to the world.

Caliburn idled the magic power inside her body and gradually increased its speed and amount.

Something was stirring inside her.

Suddenly, Cleon remembered the previous duel and opened his mouth.

“…Albein-”

[Dad~ don’t mention that jerk’s name in front of me~?]

But Cleon closed his mouth at the rougher-than-expected reaction and took a stance while holding Caliburn’s handle.

The golden magic power was now filling the holy sword’s blade with intense light, heat, and physical force that could be seen even from the outside of Caliburn.

[Magic power particle convergence. Control technique release. Caster protection field deployment]

“When do I swing it?”

[Whenever Dad thinks it’s okay to swing it~]

The moment the magical beasts were almost right in front of him, Cleon swung Caliburn diagonally.

A flash.

At the same time as releasing all control of the extremely compressed divine magic power slash, a tremendous impact occurred along with it.

It momentarily created a vacuum state, as if erasing the space cut out in a straight trajectory with an eraser.

Energy comparable to the heat of the sun erases everything that exists in between.

When an `empty space` was created along the line where Caliburn was swung.

[Catch]

And. A sensation of everything being sucked in instantly toward that place.

Magical beasts, Cleon’s body. All the magic power scattered around.

He was swept away by the feeling of being drawn to one place in an instant, but Cleon barely stood his ground and saw the overlapping bodies of the magical beasts.

[Release]

The next moment, a blade of magic power that stretched forward cut down all the approaching magical beasts in one blow, annihilating them on the spot.

It was truly a golden wave.

The torrent of magic power that stretched out in a straight line devoured everything.

It was not a matter of regenerating with mud or collapsing leaving a core behind.

It was literally like evaporating.

Of course, there was also the compatibility between divine magic power and interdimensional magic power.

But even so, Cleon and Galatea did not say anything about its tremendous power.

[Hah, that’s the end~]

Only Caliburn, who was uniquely relaxed. As she said, the sight of all the remaining magical beasts being cut down and evaporated with a single slash was a masterpiece in itself.

Then, the golden light that had dwelled in Caliburn’s body gradually disappeared.

The body then transformed into a human form with a brief flash of light.

Wearing a white dress, lying sideways on the ground.

A fair-skinned, blonde girl with bangs that came down to her knees, making soft snores.

Something like `bird wings` grew out of her back.

The ends of her hair were black, the same color as Cleon’s hair.

“Excellent. That magic sword, you are indeed the Cleon I know. I’ve had a good show.”

The next moment, when Cleon hurriedly turned around at the voice coming from behind, he saw Jormungandr clapping and holding a wine glass.

“…Is this the end? I hope you don’t tell me there’s more.”

“Of course. At least in the current time period.”

At those words, Cleon frowned, and Galatea changed into a human form, grabbed Cleon’s arm, and glared at him.

“This seems to be quite hated. But that’s okay. I have a story to tell your future self. I’ll share the next story with him.”

Jormungandr smiled and disappeared, creating a gap in space to the capital, just like when he guided Cleon here.

“…What is that…. It’s creepy.”

Cleon only looked at the space where he had disappeared, without saying anything, as Galatea could not hide her disgust for Jormungandr.

But soon he shook his head and spoke to Galatea.

“Let’s go back. To where everyone is.”

“…Yeah. …But how?”

Cleon’s face hardened at Galatea’s words.

In the end, it was 10 minutes later that Caliburn woke up.